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avanatural · 1 year

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I Don’t Mind

Summary: Four different hunts. Four shared motel rooms, four shared bathrooms, four shared beds. And four times that Y/N doesn’t mind getting closer to Dean.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Fluff, comfort, angst

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, stitches, nudity, cursing

A/N: Here’s some Dean fluff sprinkled with comfort and angst. I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Dean Winchester tag list? Send me an ask! ❤️

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Hunt number 1

Dean exited the bathroom in a pair of boxers and an AC/DC t-shirt, his hair still damp. Waves of steam followed him, curling into the dusty motel room air. “There’s nothin’ like a hot shower after a hunt.”

Y/N looked up from the book in her lap. Her hair was still damp, too, leaving a few wet spots on her tank top and shorts. She’d gotten comfortable on the bed while her hunting partner had taken his turn in the bathroom. “Hm-mh. I’m glad it was just a regular salt-and-burn.”

“Yeah. Same ‘ere.” Dean’s subtle glance dropped to her bare legs for a second. It had been years since he’d shared a motel room with a woman. It was different from what he was used to, but in a good way. Her company was kinda fun. She was easygoing, gorgeous to look at, and he swore she smelled like cotton candy and rainbows. Tearing his gaze away from her soft skin, he cleared his throat, and with a raised eyebrow, gestured toward the bed that Y/N was resting on. “So, uh… Sleeping arrangements?”

They had one bed and one couch. The plan was to go for twin beds, but the Sleepyhead Inn was the only motel in town, and of course, all the other rooms were taken.

Y/N’s eyes went back to her novel. She put the bookmark in place and closed the book while she suggested, “Just join me.”

“You sure?”, he wondered out loud, squinting at his hunting partner.

“You’re never gonna fit on that couch. And my back still hurts, so I don’t want it, either,” she said, placing her novel on the nightstand. She stared back at him when she added, “I think the mattress is big enough for two.”

Dean strolled to the free side of the bed, taking his time, giving her a chance to withdraw her offer. But even as he pulled back the cover, she kept quiet. “You got about…” He tilted his spiky-haired head. “Three seconds to change your mind. ‘Cause once my head hits that pillow, I ain’t moving.”

“I don’t mind,” she assured him, lips jerking with a smile, “Besides… I like a good cuddle.”

“Huh. Would you look at that.” He broke into a surprised grin, emerald orbs sparkling playfully as he climbed into bed, “A bloodthirsty hunter, who just fried two ghosts extra crispy, asking for a snuggle.” Dean might have been joking around, but on the inside, he kind of admired her open approach to affection.

If there was one thing that hunters didn’t get to do a lot, it was to share tenderness with someone else. It was too dangerous. Scarier than the monsters that prowled the streets. Proximity and affection could get you attached. And attachment was a curse. Dean had been cursed one too many times throughout his life. Still, he couldn’t deny that Y/N’s lighthearted ways tempted him.

She let her head drop back against the headboard. “Don’t judge me,” she retorted through her slightly embarrassed smile, “It’s a lonely life.”

A layer of melancholy draped itself over Dean’s heart, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “It is, isn’t it?”, he breathed while his back sank into the mattress.

“Yeah,” she sighed and wiggled down the bed, lying down next to her hunting partner.

“So, uh…,” Dean trailed off and lifted his arm. It hung in the air awkwardly as he created space for Y/N against his torso. “You wanna… Or…?” God, he sounded like a fourteen-year-old making his first move at the movies. He had no idea how to initiate cuddling unless it was a follow-up to sex.

She snuck toward him with her sheet. Her body met his, and she curled up against his side. His skin radiated a welcoming heat through his t-shirt, providing a homey sensation.

With slow and careful movements, Dean closed his arm around her. By day, the huntress was so fiery and fierce, but now, by night, she was tame and trusting. In his embrace, she almost felt like a little dove whose wings could easily be broken. “This okay?”

“Hmm,” she hummed, her cheek meeting his shoulder, “Perfect.”

The two of them went against the general hunter code and ate up each other’s warmth. Soft breaths were passed back and forth. After a few minutes of relishing Dean’s clean scent, Y/N asked, “Hey, did you use my body wash?”

“Uh… Yeah.” The hunter used his brother’s stuff on a regular basis, without needing to ask. Old habits died hard, apparently. “Forgot mine. The motel’s body wash smells like a toilet rim block.”

A chuckle left her lips, her rib cage bouncing slightly against his side. “It does!”

“Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I’d much rather my cuddle buddy smells like cotton candy than a lemongrass toilet.”

He laughed along with his new friend, setting fire to Y/N’s heart with those warm, rumbling tunes.

“Do you wanna grab some breakfast in the morning?”, Dean wondered out loud. His breath got stuck in his throat when she suddenly looked up, her eyes peering at him through her lashes. His free hand acted of its own accord and gently brushed some hair away from her forehead. “Like, proper breakfast?”

“I’d love that.” The corners of her mouth jumped up for a second. Then, her nose wrinkled apologetically. “But I gotta leave first thing.”

“Oh.” Dean’s stomach took an insecure little leap. He didn’t want to part ways with Y/N just yet. Attachment was a curse, but she was too great of a spellcaster for him to resist.

“A friend of mine called and told me about another case in Michigan,” she explained, her palm finding his firm chest. “Looks like it’s a shifter. I promised him I’d take it.” Absentmindedly, she let her fingernails scrape across the red letters on his worn-out t-shirt.

“You need backup?”, Dean found himself asking, “Shifters are sneaky sons of bitches.”

A heart-stirring smile appeared on her face, emerging from deep within her soul. “You wanna tag along? Fight another monster with me?”

He shrugged his shoulders with feigned nonchalance, making her body move along with his. “Yeah, why not?”

Hunt number 2

“Y/N, I’m just gonna grab-“ Before Dean could finish his sentence, his voice faded in his throat. He stopped in his tracks abruptly, his feet rooted to the floor. His chest expanded with a huge bashful breath.

He‘d entered the bathroom to get his phone, to slip in and then slip back out just as fast.

Instead, he was met with the sight of Y/N’s oh-so-smooth skin. She’d just stepped out of the shower, fully nude, about to grab her towel. Yes, it had definitely been a while since he’d shared a motel room with a woman.

“Oh, shit, sorry.“ Dean averted his gaze, studying the white tiles on the floor. But the sight of her bare body haunted him, still flashing before his eyes. “I was just gonna get my phone…” With his cell phone raised as evidence, he stepped back, about to leave the bathroom.

The two hunters had arrived in Michigan to hunt the shapeshifter. New hunt, new motel. Y/N’s earlier words still ghosted through Dean’s ears. “One room, please. With a queen.” She’d deliberately booked a motel room with a single bed for them to share. To say that he was thrilled was an understatement.

The muscles in Y/N’s abdomen contracted as she released a melody of hushed laughter. “I don’t mind,” she said, her tone every bit as earnest as it was casual, and wrapped her towel around herself.

Dean took a discreet peek at her body to make sure she was covered, then met her gaze with a questioning glint in his own. “You sure?”

“It’s fine,” she insisted and brushed past him, “I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of naked women.” Mischievously, she glanced at him over her shoulder as she snuck back into their room, about to grab some clothes.

“Well, yeah…” His short nails scraped against his scalp as he followed her out of the bathroom. “But that usually plays out a little different.”

She stopped rummaging through her duffel bag and quirked an eyebrow. “You mean you don’t walk in on them while they’re taking showers?”, she teased.

“I’m not some creep…,” he declared, partly joking, partly defensive, “God, please tell me you don’t think I’m some creep.”

“No, I don’t,” she chuckled, softly shaking her head, “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m used to sharing these rooms. Happens all the time. Let’s just get ready to hunt that shapeshifter.”

Dean nodded to himself and repressed the flirty urges that were daring him to compliment her body. “Yes, ma’am,” he quipped, lips pulling back to reveal a grin.

Hunt number 3

"Hey..." Y/N extended her hand across the motel bed, her fingers reaching for Dean's biceps. "You okay?"

He didn't respond. The older Winchester brother was propped up against the headboard, his stare attached to his hands, which were resting in his lap. His arm shrugged itself out of her reach.

She crawled back to her side of the bed, mumbling, "I'm sorry." Her heart thumped against her chest one, two, three times until she finally made a move to get up.

"What are you doing?", Dean inquired, removing his gaze from his hands. His green eyes narrowed, getting used to the lights in the room, slowly breaking free from tunnel vision.

"I'm giving you space." She took her sheet between her fingers and pulled it off the bed. Her feet pattered across the room, headed for the couch, which she was intending to prepare for herself.

"I thought you didn't like sleeping on the couch,” he muttered.

When Y/N looked back at Dean, she found a riddle. An enigma of a man. The muscles in his body were tight. His hands were balled into fists. His jaw was locked, the key to unclench it nowhere in sight. His eyes and lips, however, told a different story. His eyes were enlarged with a tinge of soft worry. His lips were parted by a silent plea.

"It's okay, Dean," she said, "I don't mind."

"You never do,” he grunted out, teeth suddenly gritted.

"What?”

Dean got up from the bed, scoffing, shaking his head. "You don't mind sharing a room. You don’t mind cuddling. Or sharing your body wash. You don't mind if I see you naked.” With each sentence, he took a step closer to her. “You don't mind sleeping on the couch. Tell me, Y/N, what do you mind?" With each passing word, his voice took a step higher on the ladder of tones.

By now, he was close enough that she could see a bluish vein bulge in his forehead, as well as the slight tremble of his chin. “I- Dean, what brought this on?”

"You’re just gonna act normal?”, he demanded, “You don't mind that another victim died? Because of… Because I didn’t-” His rough voice died, losing all its strength. His hand started to reach up to point at his own chest, but it crashed back down, snapping against his leg, defeated.

Y/N’s face fell, the tension escaping from her muscles as she realized what exactly his issue was. “That wasn’t your fault,” she spoke, pained by the raw sorrow he radiated. “You couldn’t have known that there was another wolf.” Her hand met the curve of his t-shirt-clad shoulder. “You did everything you could, Dean.”

A prominent line settled between his shuddering brows. His nostrils flared softly. Tears shimmered in his beautiful eyes. “Then why do I feel so bad?”, he croaked, the noises that spilled from his throat sounding broken.

“Because what you saw back there is beyond most people’s imagination.” She squeezed his shoulder and closed the distance between them. “Even if you’ve been hunting all your life, it doesn’t get easier. It doesn’t get less painful. Especially not with a heart as kind as yours.”

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. Not because he thought she was lying. No, quite the opposite. He knew she truly believed her own words. But he would never be able to agree with her, and that hurt more than anything.

His body startled when he suddenly felt a caring pair of arms around his waist. In return, one of his own arms folded around Y/N. Her cheek pressed against his chest, her body melting effortlessly against his figure.

“You’re a good man, Dean,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. She applied pressure to his back, pushing him against her.

His eyes snapped shut and a single tear escaped his hold, burning down his cheek. His mouth quivered as he circled both his arms around her. Through their embrace, he realized just how much he wanted Y/N by his side. She could always tell what he needed. And she gave it to him unconditionally.

He placed his chin on top of her head and took a deep inhale, breathing in the compassion she was providing. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“Anytime.”

They held each other for a few more seconds, lost in their very own world. When they broke apart, Dean cleared his throat before speaking up. “I don’t mind. If you… You know, wanna…” He pointed his thumb at the motel bed, blabbering out an incomplete offer that didn’t need much more explaining.

As their heads hit the pillows that night, a strange combination of sadness and comfort drifted through the undusted motel room atmosphere.

While Dean curled into a ball on his side of the bed, Y/N slid forward in the dark, inching closer and closer until her front pressed into his back. Her arm looped around his waist, her hand coming to rest on his chest.

Almost immediately, his palm covered the back of her hand. For once, Dean allowed himself to give away control. He let her hold him all night. He let her presence soothe his aching soul as she slept soundly against his back.

Hunt number four

“Ah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered as she stepped out of her blood-stained pants. She gasped at the pool of blood that seeped from the stab wound in her left thigh. With a troubled grimace, she clawed at one of the chairs in the motel room, steadying herself.

It had been a damn long day for Y/N and Dean. She’d called him for backup on a demon case. The black-eyed bastard had possessed innocent people, ruined their lives, and even taken a few.

“How’s it look?”, Dean asked, hurrying back and forth across their room, grabbing different supplies to stitch up Y/N. His breathing was labored, torso moving fast with concern.

“Peachy,” she hissed through bared teeth.

As he passed her, he caught a glimpse of her wound. Truth be told, it was messy. There was no way to sugarcoat it. Her entire upper leg was smeared with blood.

Dean put down a towel and spread the supplies across their mattress. “Come on, sweetheart.” Sneaking his arm around her waist, he escorted her to the bed.

With his support, she hobbled forward and sat down on the towel. Her leg was stinging with sharp waves of agony.

Dean sat down on his knees in front of his hunting partner. He took the warm washcloth he’d prepared and started wiping it along her unscathed skin, taking away the blood stains surrounding her wound.

Y/N’s eyelids fluttered. She felt dizzy. The washcloth left a warm sensation on her skin, but it did little to soothe the harsh pinches that were shooting through her leg.

Dean’s hand, hardened from years of hunting, gently held the back of her knee. “You know, my little brother,” he told her, focused on her thigh as he cleaned it, “He’s a pro at this. He could stitch you up in no time.”

She gulped down the lump in her dry throat, making way to express her gratitude for his presence. “I think I’m in good hands.” There was no other person whom she trusted as much as Dean to take care of her.

His gaze hiked up her face. The corners of his mouth rose in a tight-lipped smile. Y/N was covered in blood, sweat, and exhaustion, and yet, she still radiated hope and trust. She still shone bright. “What did the janitor say when he jumped outta the closet?”, Dean suddenly inquired.

“Wha-“ Before she could finish her question, he pressed the alcohol wipe to her wound. She groaned out a bunch of profanities.

“Supplies!”, the kneeling hunter called out, finishing his bad joke.

Y/N’s groan turned into an amused chortle. Her scowl broke into an annoyed little grin. “You’re the worst.”

“Ha-ha, I know. Don’t you worry, I got enough stupid jokes to get you through this.”

“Oh, thank God,” she taunted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Secretly, though, she didn’t want him to stop lifting her spirits.

Once her wound was cleaned, Dean reached for the needle he’d prepared. “Alright, next step his is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

Every muscle and bone in Dean’s body told him not to continue. Causing Y/N pain went against his very nature. He knew he was going to feel every pinch and every slide of the needle just as much as she would. But it had to be done.

He took a deep breath, one that Y/N subconsciously copied, and went on, “What did Blackbeard say when he turned 80?”

“I don’t know, what?” As she was speaking, he planted the first stitch, pushing the needle through her skin. She closed her eyes and pushed her teeth together.

“Aye, mayte,” Dean imitated what he thought to be a pirate’s voice. Instead, he sounded like a combination of an old grandpa and a demon being exorcised.

She snorted through her suffering. With every stitch, every push of the needle, the joking hunter coaxed another chortle, snort or laugh from her. He was her distraction. Her anchor. He was everything she could have asked for.

“Alright, last one,” he announced finally, yearning to be done with the stitches. His bloodied fingers trembled slightly. Honestly, his knowledge of flat jokes did not just serve to comfort the ones he had to stitch up. It was a coping mechanism he’d developed primarily for himself. To keep himself calm when his loved ones got hurt. ”How do you make holy water?”

“I know how,” she murmured, “But I’m pretty sure that’s not the answer to your joke.”

For the last time, Dean pushed the needle through Y/N’s tender skin. His heart clenched at the throaty wince that she released. “You boil the hell out of it,” he revealed, eager to lift some weight from her shoulders.

And for the last time, Y/N was guided through the pain by his humor. Her voice was weak, but the chuckle that spilled from her throat was clearly audible.

“There you go. Good job, sweetheart.” Dean lifted his head to smile warmly at his hunting partner. Then he grabbed the scissors and cut the thread, relieved to jump past the finish line of his gruesome task. “All done.”

“Thank you.” Placing her pointer and middle finger under his chin, she tipped up his head to make him look up at her again. “Really,” she added, her Y/E/C eyes threatening to suck him in. She’d called him for backup on this hunt. And Dean had driven for hours to meet up with her, when he could easily have sent someone else.

“We’re partners,” he declared, honest jade-colored orbs staring up at her, “I’d never leave you hanging, you know that.”

She flashed her teeth at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Right back at you, Winchester.”

Spurred on by the bubbly feeling in his chest, Dean opened his mouth, but no words came out, and so he shut it again. Instead of speaking, the two of them opted for exchanging a smile with each other.

When Dean sat up, about to grab the bandages that were scattered across the bed, Y/N took the initiative.

“It’s okay, I got it from here,” she said, turning her upper body to get the bandages instead. She didn’t like leaving the entire responsibility to others, even if they were kind enough to offer.

“Y/N, Iet me finish-“ he began to protest.

When he leaned forward, she suddenly turned to face him again, prompting their mouths to bump into each other. Two sets of lips grazed each other clumsily, tempted yet refusing to pucker – a sweet accident.

Dean pulled back, instinctively giving her some space. She glanced down at her thigh, dragging her lower lip through her teeth.

“Sorry,” he apologized. The softness of her lips still danced across his mouth, poking his plump flesh with delicious tingles.

“I don’t mind,” she repeated her signature line, the smile reaching her eyes despite the dull ache that was still vibrating through her leg.

For a split second, Dean’s eyebrows wrinkled. Then, reassured by Y/N’s beaming face, his cheeks dimpled with a grin of his own. His hand settled on her unharmed leg and gave a squeeze.

The pads of her fingers reached out to trail along the side of his jaw. She got distracted by his boyish smirk. By his plump parted lips. By the faint freckles that lined them. By his pearly white teeth. “I, uh…” Her voice dropped. Her common sense had long since left the building when she confessed, “Fuck, I think I’m catching feelings.”

“I don’t mind.”

Now, it was Y/N’s turn to wrinkle her brows. “You don’t?” Her confession had been more of a warning. More of a ‘you might want to stay away from me.’ She expected Dean to shy away. But when he didn’t, her heart both dropped and blossomed simultaneously.

“No.” Dean’s irises bounced from side to side, observing her reaction, hoping he was doing this whole thing right. “‘Cause I’m catching feelings, too.”

Y/N glanced Dean’s hand on her good leg. There were some cuts and bumps on the back from fighting off the demon. His palm sent a surge of comfort through her body. “Damn, this shit it nerve-wrecking,” she blurted, speaking out exactly what he was feeling. Romantic feelings were everything but a hunter’s average small talk topic.

“Yeah,” he laughed shakily, shortly blinking at the floor, “Tell me about it. So-“ Before he could say any more, he felt a pair of soft lips on his mouth and a warm palm on either side of his jaw. A low hum rumbled through his throat. He tilted his head to gently rub his mouth against Y/N’s.

Their kiss was short but sugared with sweet affection. It scratched an itch that had been building up for weeks. The two hunters broke apart with a quiet smacking sound and bashful little smirks on their mouths. “Awesome,” they whispered simultaneously against each other’s faces.

Dean pressed another lasting kiss to Y/N’s alluring lips. Then, while his fidgety fingers retrieved the bandages, he simply asked, “Pizza or burgers?”

“What? Ohh, I get it.” She held still as her hunting partner lifted the back of her knee to wrap up her wound. “No chick-flick moments, huh?”

The Winchester bobbed his head up and down, showing his agreement. “Pick your poison,” he said while he carefully looped the bandage around her thigh, “I need to get you more painkillers. Might as well get some food.”

“Burgers,” Y/N decided, head spinning due to blood loss and rushes of dopamine, “And when you get back, I think we should choose our next destination.”

Dean bit the inside of his cheek, the corner of his mouth curving upward at the prospect of another shared hunt. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Seven: Finn

Sleeper Car

Somewhere Just Outside of Amsterdam

Logan was sleeping. He slept a lot, actually, so much that Finn found himself pausing before he left the room to watch him breathe. He lay a hand against the smooth wood of the upper bunk and tried not to feel creepy. This was Logan. Watching him sleep hadn’t been creepy for a long, long time. He slept on his side, one knee hitched up and meeting the wooden, cradled edge of the bed. His brown hair splayed against his pillow. Finn was having a hard time waking him for dinner. They would be in Amsterdam tomorrow morning and who knew what awaited them. Possibly not soft sheets and a warm room. Logan stirred, maybe just from the feeling of his gaze.

“Where’re you—leaving?” Logan mumbled without opening his eyes.

“It’s dinner time,” Finn folded his forearms over the bunk’s edge and rested his chin there. “Have to get up, sleepy-head. Have to get all fancy.”

“Ugh. You go, bring me back.”

Finn stayed silent long enough to watch Logan’s breathing even out again. He was asleep again, that quickly. He never fell asleep that fast.

“Logan,” Finn said softly, reaching forward to rub a thumb against Logan’s wrist. “Logan.”

“Hm.”

“I don’t…I really don’t want to leave you here alone. C’mon, let’s get out of the room for a bit. Talk.”

“C’est bien,” Logan mumbled, and Finn’s heart skipped. That was more like it. Half English, half French. Logan cracked one eye open. He turned his hand to pat Finn’s arm. “It’s okay. Have dinner. Come back. I’m really…I’m really tired.” A half a smile crossed his face. “And I’m dreaming.”

Dreaming. That was how many of his memories came back. They’d started a bit of a game out of it. Logan was tell Finn his dreams and ask what was true.

Neither of us can cook?

God, we really do live together. I dream a lot about us sitting on the couch?

Finn’s personal favorite: Who…Who is Martha?

“Have dinner,” Logan said softly, already pushing his cheek more firmly into a pillow. Come back and I’ll ask you what’s true and what’s not.”

Noelle. Who is Noelle?

Ice skates? Ice skating? We went?

Canadian? Am I? Or was that something undercover?

There was bad dreams, too. Logan would wake up and sit with a vacant expression on his face. Finn. I’ve killed people.

“Want something good to dream up while I’m gone?”

“Ouais.” That was better than an English yes. More him.

“Okay. All right…Well, here,” Finn whispered. He slipped a small piece of paper beneath Logan’s pillow. “Don’t lose that. I’ll be back soon.”

The crew had jackets that could be borrowed—apparently it was required if they was going to dine anywhere other than a private room at suppertime. Finn wasn’t sure why Sirius had chosen such a proper railway, but he didn’t feel like going alone. Not to ask for a jacket and not to eat rich food. After a moment of hesitation, he knocked on Leo and James’ door.

Leo answered with wet hair and trousers on—on loan from a gentleman down their corridor. It was amazing, what people would hand over at the horrific mention of lost luggage. They were dark and slim and fit him well, and his chest was still wet from the shower and—

Finn cleared his throat. “Hi.”

“Finn,” Leo said, surprised. He was holding a towel. “Hi.”

“Um. What’s up?”

“Well—nothing.” Leo smiled a little. “James is on watch near one of the tea rooms cause we’re about to refuel. Here, come in, come in.”

Leo and James’ room looked identical to his and Logan’s—James was just messier, and Leo was neater. His top bunk was made up and James’ was a ruin of sheets and crisp packets.

“Are you good?” Leo asked. He was standing by the mirror, putting a toothbrush back in a cup. Finn let his eyes trail over the broad expanse of his back and then realized Leo was looking at him in the mirror and felt himself warm. It was just Leo, but, then again, Leo had always been beautiful. He’d joked about it to Logan.

They’d been washing dishes. Finn rinsing, Logan loading them up.

“You certainly go away for long periods of time with very beautiful boys.”

Logan had rolled his eyes.“Finn. Quoi?”

“Take your pick,” Finn said. “I mean, Leo looks like a—a god of some sort.”

“You look like a god.”

When Finn had looked down at himself and his wet, soapy t-shirt and ratty sweatpants,Logan had grabbed his face with wet hands and kissed him.

“Finn?” Leo had turned to look at him. “Are you okay?”

“Oh. Sorry. It’s good. Lo is sleeping,” he said. I’m worried about that, he almost said, but Leo’s eyes showed him he didn’t have to. “I’m going to bring him something back. But I was wondering if you wanted to—”

“Yes,” Leo said instantly. He was reaching for a shirt.

“Oh, good. I don’t really want to sit there alone. With the…jackets and stuff, I don’t know.”

“No, no,” Leo said, then laughed. “I mean yeah, I’m starving. Just let me get dressed.”

Finn nodded. He sat down at the window seat and thought of the note he’d tucked beneath Logan’s pillow. I love you I love you I love you. It sort of scared him, that it could all come crashing back suddenly. Maybe he should have stayed. He didn’t want Logan to be all alone when he remembered. If he—no, when. He wanted to be there. He hoped he could be there. It would probably be overwhelming. Logan’s entire life, breaking through a watery surface. Or, if not the entire life, Finn hoped all the parts he’d been in returned.

“Okay,” Leo said. He had smoothed his wet hair back from his face with his fingers. Finn had never seen it pushed back like that before, out of his eyes. It was handsome—even more so when Leo smiled at him. “Ready?”

The dining car was half-crowded. Everyone was dressed much better—but, after all, they hadn’t been chased on board. Finn had been given a navy jacket, Leo a black one. They each had the railroad crest on it, as if the host—who had given them a disapproving look as he’d handed the jackets over—wanted the entire car to know they hadn’t come prepared.

“We’re being singled out,” Leo said, leaning down to do so from where he walked behind Finn. Finn felt the words against his neck, warm and with a smile in them.

Finn smiled, and the host caught them at it.

“Sir,” he said shortly, and gestured to a neat little table. It was covered in a crisp white cloth, white folded napkins, delicate silverware, and a glass-hooded candle—which seemed a little risky, but, given all they’d been through lately, Finn wasn’t sure he could call a candle on a train dangerous.

“Thanks a ton,” Finn said, mostly just to watch him sneer at his American accent. Leo widened his eyes at him, grinning as they slid into the booth across from each other.

“Your server will be with you momentarily.” The man didn’t wait for them to reply, but turned sharply back to his post at the front of the car.

“This feels like an Agatha Christie novel,” Finn said, unfolding his napkin and settling it across his lap.

“Don’t say that. Those never end well for someone.”

“Oh.” Finn shook his head. A waiter poured them water, ice clinking into the crystal glasses. “You’re so right. Sorry.”

“I’m joking, Finn.” Leo picked up his menu, blue eyes bright. Finn found he was suddenly biting back the urge to tell him he looked good.

Finn cleared his throat and picked up his menu, too. All in thin cursive. And French, apparently. Finn sighed. “This guy hates me, he gave me a French menu on purpose.”

Leo laughed. “God, no he didn’t.”

“Oui.” Finn said. “Lo would be dying laughing right now.”

Leo held out his own menu. “Here, switch with me, I can read it.”

“Oh right.”

“I should have pissed him off more,” Leo said as they switched. “He could have given me almost anything and I would have been able to order in it.”

“You’re more snarky than people know.” Finn smiled, scanning the items. Each one seemed to have ten ingredients. “Wow. Of all the times we’ve been to dinner, we’ve never gone somewhere this fancy.”

“We haven’t,” Leo said. He took a sip of water, but Finn sensed he wasn’t finished. “I…I missed that the most. Me, you, and Lo. Just. Just hanging out.”

Finn nodded slowly. “What was the last one? I’m having trouble remembering…”

“We went to that new bar? Like, two streets over from the university, we waited outside for you to get out of class.”

“Oh,” Finn said. The image of Logan leaned against the red-brick side of his building, Leo, taller, standing close and smiling at something. The two of them, looking up with a grin when he called out. Finn laughed. “And then, and then, people kept thinking you were my boyfriend, remember?”

Leo smiled down at his menu. He swallowed, and pushed his hair back out of his face. “Because we had the booth I guess, and Lo was in the chair across from us. That’s all.”

The conversation they fell into was easy—as it so often was with Leo. They hadn’t spent much time just the two of them until the one time Logan had been called up and Leo hadn’t. That had been one of Finn’s longest stretches—until Greece—of having to go without Logan. But Leo had stepped right up. He’d been right there to ease the chill of the lonely apartment. They’d watched movies, gone out to their favorite bookshop. Leo had even gotten Finn to master some of the most basic of his recipes. Whenever Finn itched to use the burner phones, trying to press down the urge because no, being lonely was not an emergency, Leo had called him up to see if he wanted to go for a pint after work.

This felt like that. None of the bone crushing sadness that had existed when Leo brought him Tupperware meals because they both knew Finn might simply cease to exist if they weren’t careful. Finn had felt it, he’d felt himself slipping away with each day he believed Logan to not share his world anymore.

Leo signed the bill to his cabin and sent a bright smile to the host as they handed over their dinner jackets. Leo’s had a sauce stain on his lapel, and they had both had to hide their laughter in their napkins when it had happened.

“My apologies,” Leo said in French, and Finn had to turn sharply the other way with a hand over his mouth.

Leo pushed the button for the train car door to open, then again after they crossed through the unheated in-between space. The roaring of the wheels became loud between cars. It made Finn nervous, being able to see the sliver of racing tracks beneath his feet. He kept his eyes on the back of Leo’s neck. His hair was dry now, back to being its light blond.

“Thanks for coming with me by the way,” Finn said as they passed sleeper car doors. He rubbed his palms together. Even that brief hint of winter air had chilled him through.

Leo looked back at him. “Of course. I mean…It’s been a while since we’ve…”

Leo didn’t finish, but Finn guessed he had been thinking along similar lines to his own. Been happy together. Had dinner together.

“It’s such a relief to be able to smile again while talking about Lo,” Finn said. He found himself reaching out and laying a hand against Leo’s shoulder. “Especially with you.”

Leo had just stepped into another in-between space when he looked back at Finn. The wind picked back up. The wheels went loud again. Goosebump rose all over Finn’s body and he reached out to steady himself against the wall as the floor swayed slightly beneath them. Slivers of moonlight got through to them and made Leo’s blue eyes look like lakes at night.

“I just mean,” Finn said. “He doesn’t feel—everything doesn’t feel so god damn far away anymore.”

The door ahead of them opened suddenly and they both jumped. They pressed their backs against the wall to let a couple pass, Leo saying a polite hello. Finn could feel the winter night curl its freezing fingers under his sweater.

A blast of heat hit them when the couple opened the far door, and then was gone again. It was just them and the train.

“He’s not,” Leo said, soft under the noise. “He’s not far away anymore. Not a world and not a phone call.” Leo tilted his head. “Just a few steps.”

Finn huffed out a laugh. “You knew about the phones, huh? Before everything happened.” Maybe Leo had seen them in the drawer, one of the nights he’d stayed over.

Leo arched a brow. “I set it up for him.”

Finn stilled. “You…What?”

“Lo came in one night,” Leo said. His eyes darted over Finn’s face. “I—Are you cold? We should—”

“No,” Finn whispered. “Leo. Tell me.”

Leo’s mouth moved like he was biting the inside of his cheek. “Well—I wasn’t supposed to. He didn’t want you to think that—to think that he was really worried about something happening. But he came in, and I wasn’t expecting to see him so I remember being surprised. And then he looked like something was wrong so I thought something had happened to you. But he said everything was fine.”

“Do you think…” Finn hesitated. “Do you think maybe this was the beginning of whatever led to Salazar wanting to…” Kill him.

“Looking back at it, maybe,” Leo said. “He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.”

“But that was a couple years ago now.”

“I know.” Moonlight darted across Leo’s features, flashing like it was being blocked and revealed by passing trees outside. “I know. All he said was that he needed a way to contact you. Or for you to contact him. No matter what. And so I did it.”

Finn’s chest hurt. Leo said it so simply. So fiercely, so casually, like he wouldn’t get into horrible trouble of anyone at their agency found out. He’d done this for them. Just like the tracker that sat just beneath Finn’s skin. Just like he’d helped Finn help Logan. He wouldn’t let them lose each other again.

“Thank you,” Finn whispered.

“It’s…” Leo swallowed and looked away. “It’s just my job.”

“No…” Finn couldn’t help it. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Leo’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispered. He squeezed tight and then pulled back. “Leo, thank you. I can’t tell you—he found us because of you. He found us.”

Leo nodded slightly. His shoulders jumped like he was breathing quick.

“You let him come back to us,” Finn whispered. He laughed a little. He was crying a little. He leaned forward and kissed Leo’s cheek, laughing the words right against his skin. “You did it, thank you, thank you—”

And then Leo was kissing him. He’d turned his head, brought his hands around Finn’s waist and…Finn stopped breathing.

Finn wasn’t used to tilting his mouth up to be kissed. Logan fit snuggly below his chin. Logan wrapped Finn’s shirts up in his fists and pulled him down to his mouth. Logan pushed up on his toes and fell against Finn’s chest and wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck.

Now, Finn’s arms were raised around Leo’s slightly taller shoulders. His chin was stretched up. There was no need for tip-toes, but Finn would have been too surprised anyhow. Leo’s mouth was warm. Finn sank against his chest, his eyes slipping closed.

Leo pulled back, their mouths making a soft, breaking sound. For a moment, their breathing together was soft. Finn couldn’t feel the cold air anymore. The sort of calm he associated with Logan’s body had settled somewhere between his shoulders.

Then Leo’s blue eyes went wide. “I—Oh God.”

Finn could only stare at him. He let his arms drop.

“No, oh my God.” Leo backed up so fast he made the train door rattle. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Leo,” Finn said. “Um. It’s okay—”

“No.” Leo sounded mournful. “No, that was anything but okay.”

He turned fast and with a hard hit to the door button and starting walking quickly up the train corridor.

“Leo.” Finn darted after him, praying none of these doors suddenly opened. “Stop, stop, it’s okay. Wait.”

“No,” Leo said, turning to Finn again when they had almost reached their doors. He dropped his voice to a whisper. He looked like he was about to reach out, but he pulled his hand back at the last moment. “God, Finn, I’m so—”

“What’s this now? Running in the hallways.”

Both Finn and Leo looked up at the unfamiliar voice. A boy was coming towards them. Finn thought he looked around Leo’s age, with brown eyes, olive skin and curling, sandy-blond hair. He was wearing a neatly pressed dinner jacket—one that he probably owned as it matched the rest of his suit.

The boy smiled, a wide, teasing sort of grin, and came to a stop a few steps away from them. “Who’s chasing who?”

“We’re sorry if we disturbed you,” Leo said slowly.

“Oh no,” the boy said. “If anything, I believe I disturbed you.”

Finn frowned. What? “Um. That’s fine. We were just…” But he wasn’t really sure how to finish that sentence. Kissing?

He glanced towards his and Logan’s door.

“It’s all right, Finn,” the boy said. “I’m not going to hurt Logan.”

Finn blinked. Had he missed something? Had he been so dazed by Leo’s kiss that he’d missed Leo saying he knew this person? Did he know Logan? He looked up at Leo, but Leo’s face were just as slack. As Finn watched, his expression hardened.

“Do I know you?” Finn asked.

“Nope,” the boy said.

“Who are you?” Leo’s voice was more demanding.

The boy just smiled again. “Don’t worry. We’ll see each other again soon enough.” He dropped a wink at Finn. “You know, Leo, you’re just as handsome in person.”

With that, the boy put a key into the lock of one of the cabins across the hall, right across from Finn and Logan, and disappeared into his room. The door shut with a loud click.

“Do you…” Finn stared. “Leo—”

“Go back to your room,” Leo said softly.

“Leo—”

“Later.” Leo put a hand on his shoulder. He had that look in his eye that Finn had seen linger in Logan when he first came back from a trip. Something was wrong. “Finn, go back to your room. Pack anything you want to take with you. I’ll be there with the others in five minutes.”

“Do you know him?” Finn glanced at the cabin door. “He said our names.”

“No,” Leo said. “No, I don’t.”

#Christmas Eve will find me lumosinlove #Leo knut #finn o'hara #finnle #sunfish #spy au #ficmas

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majesty-madness · 1 year

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 3600+

Warnings: flirty 40's!Bucky, small 40's!Steve, slight angst, nothing else really (I mean it's a little sad)

a/n: I started a new job and I haven't had the time to write much before hand so I hope at least one person will enjoy this. Also I'm posting this at like 11:30 at night so I'll repost it tomorrow.

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Chapter Three

First thing her ears pick up on are the sounds of cars driving on the street with the occasional honking.

Despite the aching thrumming over her body, Y/N managed to open her eyes to take in the slightly darkened room.

She kept still as she took in the environment around her; at first the familiar edge of panic shot up her spine causing her to whip up in the bed she occupied. However, the longer she stared out into the room, the more it sank in.

The small bedroom complete with a bed fitted with olden sheets and a comforter, a modest dresser sitting against a wall covered in chipped paint and scrapped wooden panels acting as the floor.

It wasn’t a dream, everything that happened last night was real.

She was in Brooklyn, New York, in the 40’s.

Once the memories rushed back to her, Y/N took a deep breath, fingers carding through her hair while her arms rested on top of her thighs.

Then she wondered what time it was so she moved her eyes about the room, subconsciously looking for a digital clock and forgetting she wouldn’t find one. Though she found a small analogous clock sitting on the nightstand that read, 8:30am.

She hummed, knowing that it was about the same time she got up every morning.

Nice to know that even in traveling through time, she kept to a schedule.

Figuring she should get up, Y/N pushed the comforter from her legs and bundled them up at the end of the bed. Then quietly, she stood up from the warm mattress and tip toed over to the wooden bedroom door. Her fingers reached forward, taking the cool metal of the doorknob into her grip, the cold almost stinging the surface of her skin as she turned it. A clicking sound resonated into the room and she pushed the door open.

Y/N peaked out into the living room, seeing that Bucky and Steve were already up and running for the day.

Jeez. It seemed that even in the 40’s, Bucky and Steve were early risers too.

Before stepping out, Y/N listened in on their soft voices talking to each other.

“You think she’ll be okay? She seemed out of it.” Steve asked, as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Bucky, taking a sip from his coffee mug, shrugged then swallowed the contents. “I’m not sure, but she seemed alright for the most part. Besides, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go; it wouldn’t do us any harm giving her a chance to get back on her feet.”

Steve nodded in agreement.

The said woman smiled tenderly, mostly to herself, at Bucky’s words. They didn’t know each other all that well at this time, and yet Bucky was putting her needs before his own.

That was a rare gift to find in any time period.

Finally, she stepped out from Bucky’s room, quietly making her way to the side of the dining table.

At first, the boys didn’t notice her presence, however, once Y/N just a few feet from the table, Bucky straightened himself up.

“Hey, good morning.” He greeted boyishly.

Steve whipped himself around to see Y/N standing there. “Good morning.”

She shyly smiled, head dipping down a couple of times. “Good morning, you two.”

“Did you sleep well?” Bucky asked, setting his cup onto the table; deep blue eyes never straying from Y/N’s delicate figure covered in nothing but his baggy white shirt.

“Yeah I did. You were right, it did get chilly in there last night.” She joked light heartedly, trying to keep the situation less odd.

“Were you able to stay warm at least?”

Y/N nodded. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, and if there’s anything else you need, just let us know.” Bucky said, seemingly distracted by Y/N’s morning beauty.

Steve looked between the two adults then let out a cough causing Bucky to shake out of his thoughts. “So Y/N, do you want some breakfast?”

Her eyes snapped to Steve who stood from the tablwe. “Oh yeah, that’d be great. Thank you.”

He politely smiled at her, proceeding to pull out one of the dining chairs for her. She walked over and sat on the wooden material of the chair; it wasn’t exactly comfortable but she wouldn’t be sitting at the dinner table for a long time.

“What would you like?” Steve asked Y/N who had spaced out for a moment.

“What do you two have to eat?” She asked as she looked between the two men.

Bucky strolled into the compact kitchen searching for food. “We have - let me see - we got eggs, bread, oatmeal, cereal and….I think that’s all we got.”

“How about uh…oatmeal?” Y/N answered though it sounded more like a question.

Bucky scoffed with a grin. “Oatmeal? Unsure are we?”

Y/N laughed. “No, I mean oatmeal please.”

Then the dark haired man pulled out a sealed small packet of, what Y/N assumed was the breakfast food itself. He rummaged through the shared kitchen, eyes dancing over the different metal pans inside to find the one he needed.

As he began to prepare the simple meal for Y/N, she pulled her attention to Steve who had sat back down diagonal from her. “Did you sleep okay?”

There it was again, the look of startled surprise appearing across Steve’s face upon hearing her question.

She wondered, was it really so odd for someone other than Bucky to be concerned for him?

Nonetheless, he answered. “Oh yeah, I slept fine. Thanks for asking.”

“What about you, Bucky?” Y/N tested out the name, feeling a bit awkward for saying it despite having said it many times.

From what she could tell, it didn’t bother him as he stood over the stove waiting for the water to heat up, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Uh…well I slept about as well as one could on that rickety sofa.” He admitted, a small groan falling from his lips as he set his hand down to his side.

A pout formed on her lips. “I’m sorry to hear that, hopefully I won’t be taking up your bed for too long.”

“It's really not a big deal. Besides I'm the one that offered, didn't I?”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “Well technically, you both offered your beds.”

The boys laughed at her witty comment, easing some of the tension in Y/N’s shoulders.

“That’s true, but still…” Bucky snickered, pouring the oatmeal packet into a bowl and then mixing it with hot water. “I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head about our sleeping arrangement.”

He picked up the bowl from the counter and brought it to the table, placing it carefully in front of Y/N.

“We said we’d help you out until you got back on your feet, and we meant it.” He added while taking his place at the table, across from her.

She smiled gratefully at him, and spared Steve that look as well. “And I am grateful for that.”

Bucky gave a slight nod, taking a sip of his coffee. And in the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Steve take a drink of his orange juice at the same time.

Y/N gripped a hold of the spoon already buried by the thick oatmeal and took a bite. The moment it hit her tongue, it burned and in a panic she quickly swallowed to make it go away; feeling the uncomfortable sensation of it traveling down her throat into her stomach.

Should’ve blown on it first. She scolded herself in more ways than one.

She managed to keep her distress on the downlow as neither one of the boys reacted to her searing her tongue off. Honestly, it was better that way, she already felt awkward around them.

Deciding to take another bite, Y/N first blew on the food before swallowing it, much happier that it didn’t burn her that time.

“Speaking of getting you back on your feet, do you have any other belongings with you that we might be able to pick up?” Bucky asked, thumbling the handle of his cup.

Y/N thought on it, gaze dancing about over the surface of the table. “Um…no, no there isn’t. Like I said before, that purse was all I had.”

“Well that means we’ll have to go out today and replace what got stolen.”

She quirked a brow up at the implication. “You don’t mean you’re going to replace it?”

“Well yeah..” He stated matter of factly, with a little hesitation.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Y/N objected, her breakfast nearly forgotten. “That would be so expensive.”

Steve leaned forward, clearing his throat as he began to voice his thoughts. “But we can’t leave you with nothing to call your own.”

“The question of money isn’t a serious concern either; both of us have steady jobs so getting you something like clothes won’t be a problem.” Bucky added to further support Steve’s point.

Y/N listened to the two, becoming more and more conflicted because one, she wasn’t even from this time period so it would be pointless for her to buy things when she would ultimately leave, but she wasn’t even sure that she could leave or if she could when she’d be able to leave and if she was going to stay, she did need regular household items to live in this time.

Either way, she needed at least the bare minimum for a person to live semi-conveniently.

“I would feel guilty if you spent money on me; I’m not from around here.” Y/N still tried to reason with them, but they weren’t having it.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re from around here or not. You’re here now with us, and life can be difficult on your own so let us two gents help a pretty lady in trouble huh?” He teased confidently.

Again, the familiar heat rose to her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She was not used to this type of flirting from him. Back home, Bucky was much more subtle with his flirting; his self consciousness made him hesitant in any kind of romantic relationship. Therefore, to know that he was flirting in the first place, one would have to look under the surface to see what his intentions were.

To have Bucky, in a time she knew nothing about, being much more obvious in his intent was a shock to be sure.

Regardless, she shyly moved her head down to her breakfast. “O-okay…”

Once they had all finished with breakfast, Steve cleaned up the table and kitchen while Bucky searched through his closet for his smallest clothes for Y/N to wear, at least until they got to the clothing store a couple of blocks down the street.

He had handed her another white button up shirt, and a pair of brown high-waisted jeans with a belt. They were the smallest he could find, but they all soon realized that wasn’t going to work because as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, the pants would not stay up properly.

Y/N had pulled the belt over the very last notch and it still wasn’t tight enough around her waist.

Bucky stood still, thumb resting under his chin as he contemplated what to do next. Then Steve made the suggestion that maybe a pair of his pants could fit, so he grabbed a pair and waited for Y/N to change again.

When she stepped out they saw immediately that with the coupling of Bucky’s belt, the pants did indeed fit around her waist so right after that, they left for the clothes shop down the road.

Though the clothes fit, it was clear they weren’t her’s, if the slighted stares of people walking by her on the sidewalk was any indication. Luckily, Y/N didn’t care what others thought about her clothes, she’d be wearing a different pair here before too long anyhow.

The three of them mostly kept quiet until they came into view of the shop Bucky had mentioned earlier that morning. Bucky pointed it out, and they jogged across the street to meet at the front door.

Steve stepped forward to open the door first, letting Y/N and Bucky step through before he did.

The first thing Y/N noticed was the counter with a lone bell sitting on top of it and nobody occupying the space behind it though that quickly changed as Bucky casually strolled up to the counter and tapped the bell, causing a ringing sound to echo through the small inside.

An older woman, probably about fifty years old, walked out with a pair of black glasses attached to a thin chain around her neck, and a maroon colored dress. Once her eyes set upon Bucky’s figure, she smiled brightly.

“Hello, dear, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

He smiled back at her in return. “I’ve been busy with work.”

The woman then playfully slapped his arm. “Don’t give me that, James. You said the same thing when you were in school.”

That caused Bucky to laugh while the woman looked at Steve. “Hello, Steve, dear. How are you feeling?”

He gave a nod and a much more relaxed smile. “I’m feeling alright.”

“You staying out of trouble?” She asked inquisitively while raising a brow at him.

He laughed then too, bashfully, almost like she had caught him red handed. “Mostly.”

“Oh my word, boy! You’ll worry me and James to an early grave!” She let out a laugh of her own that time then her attention was pulled to the unfamiliar young woman standing between them. “And who is this young lady?”

“This is a new friend of mine, Y/N. She, unfortunately, had her stuff stolen and is in the market for some new clothes.” Bucky explained, pivoting himself to look back at the young woman.

The older woman walked around the counter to shake Y/N’s hand which Y/N politely reciprocated. “I’m so sorry to hear that dear. I’m Irene, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ma’am.”

“Don’t you worry, now. We’ll find you something real nice, something that..” She took a small step back to eye the baggy clothes she wore, her smile falling and expression utterly perplexed. “...will suit you much better.”

Y/N watched Bucky cough awkwardly while Steve avoided Irene’s gaze all together.

“Seriously, boys, you couldn’t have found something better for the poor thing to wear? Shame on you.”

Y/N might have laughed if she hadn’t felt embarrassed that she let Bucky and Steve let her wear their clothes.

So much for not caring what others thought.

Irene then gently grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, beginning to lead her further into the store. “Now let’s pick a nice dress for you.”

“Dress?” Y/N questioned, abruptly stopping in the middle of the store.

“Of course a dress, deary! What else would you expect to wear?” The older woman gawked at her.

Y/N eyes fluttered down to what she was already wearing, briefly gesturing to it. “These?”

Irene shook her head. “Don’t you think that sends the wrong message dear? Wearing two different men’s clothes?”

“How could you tell they were from two different men?” Y/N asked, surprised.

The older woman turned over her shoulder for a moment, staring at Bucky and Steve as they avoided looking at her sight directly, awkwardly busying themselves with anything other than the woman herself.

She sighed. “Honey, I’ve been doing this for a long time, I think I can tell when the clothes don’t match.”

“Oh..” Y/N mumbled.

“Now let’s stop wasting time and get you something pretty to wear!” She insisted, beginning to lead her towards the back of the shop again.

In the span of thirty minutes, Irene has picked three different outfits for Y/N to try on, and each seemed to fit her personality perfectly while also being shockingly comfortable.

The first outfit had been a green shirt waist dress with white flowers decorating the fabric; next there was the tan lined skirt and a white blouse, and lastly, a pale blue peplum top dress with a gray cardigan and a pair of black flats with a thin strap going over the foot.

The pale blue dress had really caught Y/N’s eye, urgently pointing to it as soon as she’d seen it hanging on one of the many racks in the store. Irene seemed to agree that it was the perfect dress since she exclaimed the word beautiful once she’d stepped out of the changing room.

Y/N took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, liking the way that the dress wrapped around her curves in a classy sort of way. She thought she looked attractive with the combination of being polite, best of both worlds.

Although there was something oddly familiar about this shopping trip. Y/N couldn’t place it.

“I have to say, you are a natural at picking out clothes, Ma’am.” Y/N complimented, continuing to look in the mirror.

“Please call me Irene.” The woman waved at hand at the formality. “Besides I should be good at this, considering I’ve been doing this for twenty years.”

Y/N grinned at the woman’s carefree attitude then let the older woman guide her back to the front of the store where Bucky and Steve had been waiting patiently.

Upon catching Y/N in that pale blue dress, Bucky nearly jumped up from the chair he’d been sitting in, eyes growing wide with awe.

“Wow, you look…” He paused for a brief second to swallow hard. “..beautiful.”

Then it hit her.

She had stepped out of the changing room inside one of the various clothing stores inside the mall, watching as Bucky’s eyes grew wide and stood straight up when his blue eyes settled on the dress she was wearing.

“Wow, you look…beautiful.”

Y/N couldn’t help the giddy grin and an excited laugh that left her. “You think so?”

He nodded, completely stunned. “Yeah, I mean, god, you’re perfect.”

“Aww, Bucky.” She stepped forward, resting her hands on his shoulders and pecked his lips. “You are the sweetest, you know that?”

Bucky raised his metal arm to the small of her back with a smile that could light up the world. “Only for you, Doll.”

Suddenly, she felt like she didn’t know how to breathe as that one memory knocked the air right from her lungs.

In the short span of less than a day, somehow she’d forgotten the reason she was here, the whole point to why she had to be getting new clothes in the first place.

She didn’t belong here, but the memory and what was happening now started to merge together in a way that made her want to drag him into her arms and never let go; kiss him until they both had troubling breathing.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know anything of what they shared together, what they had.

He didn’t know her.

Fighting back the suffocating ache in her chest, Y/N tried to convincingly show she was flattered by his compliment. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“No problem.” Bucky shyly nodded, beginning to fidget in his spot. He didn’t have to fidget for long as Irene called for his attention.

“Now, James, normally I would charge you the usual rate, but seeing as how she had her stuff stolen, I’ll take fifty-percent off.” Irene explained, writing down something on a sheet of paper.

“Well that’s awfully kind of you, Irene.”

The woman huffed. “Don’t get smart with me, Buchanan or I will charge you in full.”

Bucky raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.”

Irene wrote a couple more things down, then turned a clipboard towards the tall brunette. “Sign here, and here and I’ll get these wrapped up for you, Honey.” She said to Y/N, already pulling on a roll of brown paper and wrapping the outfits she picked out.

It took another few minutes eventually though, they bid the older woman farewell, not before she playfully scolded Bucky to ‘take care of her.’

Being out with a pair of clothes that fit the times actually made Y/N feel a little more at ease. Now there wouldn’t be any more random strangers staring at her like she was an eyesore.

To be fair, it did nothing to release the painful ache in her heart.

Her thoughts ran rampant on all the small things that her and Bucky had done together back in her modern time. Happiness was the usual feeling that accompanied it but today, sadness tugged at her instead.

The screwed up thing was that she was with Bucky right now, but she couldn’t be with him like that. It felt like in some way, the world was teasing her. In reality, the notion of going home was futile because she had no clue if it was possible to get back home and if it wasn’t then what would she do?

Would she live out the rest of her days in time that she had no business being in? Live her entire life in love with a man she could never touch or hold?

She knew she’d never be able to live a life that way.

But how were things going to go from here on out? What were they going to look like? She wondered.

Y/N didn’t know it, nor could she, but right now in a time far away, a single man was wondering the exact same thing.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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guide me.

| zemo x reader | smut |

sugar daddy zemo is back because i’m h word

cw: slight ddlg, daddy kink, d/s, innocence kinkkk, guided masturbation, etc

“Hi baby,” Zemo’s voice was low as he entered the dark room. You jumped out of bed and bounded over to Zemo, jumping into his arms.

“It’s so late, my little love, you’re supposed to be asleep,” Zemo scolded you gently.

“But daddy I can’t sleep without you,” you pouted, a whine drawing out your words.

“You know I need to work late. I’m here now, go get back in bed,” Zemo slapped your ass as you turned to obey, making you shriek.

You laid down, struggling to drift off as you waited for him to come to bed. You squirmed in the sheets, rolling onto your belly and trying to get comfortable. You whined for him, and he stuck his head out of the bathroom, wondering why you were in such a whiny, subby mood.

“I’m coming,” he promised, kissing you as he climbed into the bed.

“Behave and go to sleep, and we can have some fun tomorrow,” Zemo hushed you as you continued to squirm and writhe around. You settled down, wanting him to be proud of you. Zemo’s body was warm as you curled up against his side, his arm wrapping around your waist.

You walked through the designer stores with Zemo, who was more than happy to spoil you. He felt guilty about having to leave town for work the next day, and he wanted to spend time with you and take you shopping before you left. He never liked to leave you, even when it was necessary.

“You look so pretty, little love,” Zemo spun you around as you wore a tiny dress.

“You like it?”

“I love it on you.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips, grabbing your ass possessively. You blushed and giggled, knowing he was doing it to show off to the other men who were around. You were his and he would hurt anyone who so much as looked at you too long.

“Go see about the pretty lace,” he pushed you toward a lingerie store, making you blush. You went in while he waited outside, after your insistence for him to let you pick to surprise him. You got several pretty sets for Zemo to see you in, wanting to make him happy. He tried to look into the bag you carried, but you held it closed with a giggle.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise, daddy!” you insisted, and Zemo hummed and kissed your throat, tugging back on your hair lightly.

“A surprise? You’ll show me one when we get home, then?”

You nodded excitedly, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. He shook his head at you, but a gentle smile adorned his face. You broke into a fit of giggles as he kissed you again, holding your face and kissing your cheeks.

“Come on, it’s getting late, we have a reservation,” Zemo helped you carry your bags to the car and your chauffeur took you to a restaurant.

Zemo held your hand as the two of you walked inside, greeted as regulars in the Michelin star restaurant. Everything in Zemo’s life was expensive, perfect, and luxurious, and you were treated with the same respect. The two of you were taken to a private table in the back, Zemo sitting beside you, knowing your need to be close to him before you were separated.

“Did you enjoy your day, little love?” Zemo asked, squeezing your thigh through your thin tights.

“Yes! I always like being with you,” you giggled, pushing your lips out for a kiss. He gave you what you wanted, pressing his lips against yours before sipping the white wine.

“I’m going to be gone for a couple of weeks,” Zemo spoke, making you sad. You already knew this, but you hated to hear him remind you.

“I’m going to miss you. And I’m going to be so needy when you get back,” you informed him, making the blond smile.

“I’ll miss you too. You have my permission to take care of yourself while I’m gone.”

“Take care of myself?” you repeated, not understanding what he was saying to you. You were a virgin when you met Zemo, and sex was a learning experience for you. He’d been the only one to ever please you, and he taught you about what you didn’t know from the basic sex-ed in school.

“Yes, love, get yourself off. Daddy’s going to be gone a long time,” Zemo squeezed your knee lightly, and a blush spread across your cheeks at his words. You bit your lip, and he raised an eyebrow at your hesitation. He waited for you to speak again, not caring that you were shy.

“I don’t know how. I’ve never done it before,” he barely heard you, and he tilted your chin up, making you look him in the eyes.

“You’ve never touched yourself?”

“No.”

You were embarrassed, even though you knew Zemo was never one to shame you. He looked slightly amused by your shyness, but didn’t tease.

“I’ll teach you tonight, when we’re home. Don’t want my girl all needy in my absence.”

You nodded slowly, scooting closer to him. He kissed the side of your head and nudged you to eat as food was set in front of you. He talked idly about his business trip, promising to spend all the time in the world with you when he returned. You never liked it when Zemo left, you didn’t like being alone, even in the huge home he had with the housekeepers.

When you arrived back home, housekeepers put your bags away in your private suite, while you went to join Zemo in your shared bedroom. He slipped your coat off of your body, and you stilled as he unzipped your dress carefully, kissing down your spine as he did so. You pried your tights off and went to the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to join you.

“Pretty girl,” he kissed your cheek, slipping onto the bed behind you.

You blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror that Zemo had in front of the bed, a product of his massive ego.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Zemo hummed, his hands sliding up and down your body, cupping you and playing with your sensitive areas, getting you aroused.

You relaxed back against his chest, and he draped your legs open over his.

“If I do a good job, will you fuck me after?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head back to gaze up at him. Zemo nearly melted at that despite the filthy words, kissing you gently.

“Yes, I couldn’t resist. Then we can have a bath, yes?”

You nodded in agreement, resting back against him. He took your smaller hand in his, guiding your touch down to your dripping sex. He led your movements, dragging two fingers up and down slowly through your wet folds.

“Keep going, love. Play with your clit like I do, like little circles,” his voice was soft in your ear, his breath stirring your hair. He pressed kisses down the column of your throat, softly praising you and urging you to continue. Zemo loved the sound of your breathy moans, and feeling your body arch off of him.

“Does it feel nice? Try going inside, feeling your tight little sex.”

“Yes,” you whined as two of your fingers slowly slid in and out of your walls, curling forward against the spongey area that made you shudder. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Zemo did it, your small fingers couldn’t reach the same deep spots.

“Make yourself come, I want to watch,” he hummed, kissing your neck and playing with your nipples, adding to your stimulation.

“Help me,” you begged, and he shook his head.

“You need to be able to do it on your own, baby.”

You whimpered and stroked your clit shyly until you felt the pressure release, sending sparks throughout your body, shuddering against Zemo. He grinned and kissed your shoulder, whispering how proud he was of you. You blushed but smiled at him, soaking up the praise.

“Daddy,” you whined, turning around and straddling his lap. You pouted before he caught you in a heavy kiss, his large hands going to squeeze your waist.

“Mmm?”

“You promised!”

He laughed softly, sliding down to lay flat on his back and position you over him. You sank down onto him, slowly filling you up until he was all the way in you. Zemo moaned and squeezed your ass, helping you roll forward and ride him, your hands going to his chest for balance as you bounced, fucking yourself on him. Your body tightened as you squealed his name, high-pitched moans catching as he slammed upwards into you.

He brought your hips down forcefully as he snapped up repeatedly, pleasure flooding your head and body as your second orgasm nearly caused you to fall over. You screamed and dragged your nails down his chest as he came inside of you, the sensation sending another wave of euphoria through you.

Zemo caught you, laying you down on his chest and lazily rocking up into you a few more times, just to hear the broken, tired moans that fell from your lips.

“Want a bath?”

You nodded, and he carried you to the large bowl tub, filling it with water and dropping fizzing balls into it, scents of vanilla and shea wafting up around you. He settled behind you again, washing your body carefully and praising you.

“I’m going to miss you, my little love,” Zemo murmured, holding you tightly.

“Do you have to go?” your voice was soft, and Zemo’s heart ached at the disappointment in your voice.

“I do. I’m so sorry. But I will spoil you when I’m home. I’ll take you on a vacation, just us,” he promised. You smiled, sighing happily as he massaged your back with soapy hands, working the tension out of your muscles.

Once you were out of the bath, you slipped into a deep blue lace teddy that you’d gotten today, showing off to Zemo. He fought back to urge to tear it off of you, going another round. He knew you were tired, and he let you sleep in his arms, your face buried in his chest.

Zemo was already gone by the time you woke up, and you walked to your private suite to find clean clothes. A box sat on the end of your bed, and you approached it curiously. You lifted the top off of the box, blushing as you saw the silicon toys inside. You picked up the note from Zemo, biting back a smirk as you shook your head.

To help you while I’m gone. Send me videos. Xx - Baron Zemo

The second he stepped off the plane, you were in his arms, being spun around and kissed all over. A butler carried your suitcases onto a private jet, and Zemo smiled into the kiss.

“Ready to spend some time on the private islands, baby?”

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kodraken · 3 years

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dark necessities.

pairing ✮ eren jaeger x fem!reader

synopsis ✮ you're too good for his liking, so eren shows you a thing or two about being bad

wc ✮ 2.5k

warnings ✮ nsfw, modern!au, dubcon, marijuana use, manipulation, reader is a smart little lamb and eren hates it, shotgunning, corruption kink, degredation, praise, daddy kink, dry humping, fingering, overstim, squirting, cream pie, dumbification.

Eren Jaeger had never seen you like this.

Knee deep in the billowing haze of smoke emitting from the worn down joint resting comfortably between his fingers, you compliantly straddled his lap with a dazed simper on your face. No matter how hard you tried to mask it, the unpleasant fumes pricked your skin, causing the slightest tremble in your mouth and an uncomfortable feeling of tears welling up in your dilated eyes. But Eren was a natural, watching amusedly as you choked on your upcoming cough.

How did you even end up here?

You should’ve known not to agree to Eren’s proposal to work at his apartment instead of the library; but you didn’t. You wouldn’t. You obviously preferred to please people, and Eren happened to take notice of that the second he saw you squirm uncomfortably in your seat when your professor mentioned your unlikely partnership with him. Instead of asking to switch or maybe even work alone like the smart girl he assumed you were, you froze like a deer in the headlights and followed along.

Halfway through your work session, Eren pulled out a corroded lighter, lining it up with the small joint that sat slack in between his teeth. You didn’t say anything, opting to fold your hands in your lap and ignore what you just saw.

“You don’t smoke?” He rose a brow at your sheepish mannerisms. Just when he thought you couldn’t act any more innocent, you never failed to surprise him; this was just the cherry on top of the cake. He shrugged nonchalantly before igniting the stuffed tip with a hint of feigned disappointment in his voice. “Probably couldn’t stand it anyways.”

Poor you was so eager to please that you were unaware of the fact that you’d fallen right where he wanted you.

A tiny giggle escapes from your lips as you feel Eren’s smoke fan your face, the mixture of mint and seared weed making your nose scrunch up cutely. The same large frame glasses that made your doe eyes appear ten times bigger seemed to slide down your heat flushed face with every passing minute before finally stopping at the tip of your nose bridge. He takes the initiative to carefully pull them from your face and set them down nearby before placing his free hand on the curve of your waist.

“Gimme my glasses ‘ren…” You slur out, dragging your hips against the crease of his crotch with hopes that he’d fix them back on your face himself.

“You don’t need them.”

“Really?” You look up at him through your fluttering lashes, trusting every word that comes out of his mouth. At this point, it’s as clear as day to him that you currently don’t have a proper thought running through your head – too immersed in the new feeling of being high to care much about anything. He hums in response to your question, securing his unyielding grip on your waist and steadily grinding you onto his hardened crotch.

“Can I take another hit?” You breathe out.

A sigh doesn’t fail to escape from Eren’s lips as he gives you a worried look, running a calloused hand through his hair. “You want another one? I’m not sure you can handle that.” In reality, he’d pay to see the priceless expression on your face when you inhale too much and sputter out air – but he keeps that to himself.

“I can!”

Eren concludes that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you. He takes a drag of the nearly lifeless joint, accentuating it with a dramatic heave and holds your face in between his ring clad fingers before smashing his lips against yours, letting the haze drift into your mouth. He feels a sense of pride watching you capture the smoke and leisurely exhale it back in his direction with a playful giggle. He can’t help but think you look prettiest like this, slumped against his torso with blown pupils and a slightly ajar mouth, babbling incoherent nonsenses that would normally never leave those pretty lips of yours. Truthfully, he likes you stupid, pure and white hearted — leaving him with the perfect chance to corrupt and turn you into a cock hungry whore.

“How about that baby?” He coos, brushing the stray strands of baby hair out of your face. By now, the skirt you’re wearing is bunched up at your hips, putting your white panties right on display for his prying eyes. He hungrily palms at the fat of your ass, dragging you across his lap like a ragdoll.

“Don’t– don’t call me baby....’m not your baby Eren.” You shake your head while bringing your hands to his naked torso in an attempt to steady yourself. A loud whimper falls from your mouth as you instinctively jerk against his body; you were growing more sensitive by the second, hyper aware of the defined bulge straining against his pants.

“You don’t like that?” He quips teasingly. You can barely even process when he pulls you off of him and turns you around. The force is enough to put you on all fours, propping your lower half up for him to see the damped spot resting in the middle of your crotch. You swallow thickly, feeling his fingers dig back into your ass. Eren is unpredictable, and you learn this the hard way when his index finger innocuously dips beneath your panties and teases your puffy cunt. He groans as he drags your slick along your folds. “Do you prefer this instead? Yeah? Fuuuck, look how wet you are for me.”

“Feels good Eren…”

“Well would you look at that?” His voice is heavy with lust as gently tugs your panties to the side and watches his two fingers scissor your hole. “Getting off on my fingers like a fucking slut. I knew that little innocent shit you had going on was an act.”

“S-shut up! You’re so mean… hah–!” You can barely even come up with a sensible retort–his fingers feel like a foreign intrusion. You’d gotten yourself off before but his fingers were so much bigger than yours, dragging against your gummy walls and hitting usually unreachable places with each thrust. It’d be a lie to say that you weren’t enjoying this as much as the next person, mewling and whining for as much as you could possibly take, much to his pleasure.

“Mean? Oh you haven’t seen mean.”

Eren watches your face through a nearby mirror, basking in your dazed out expression and heavy lidded eyes. He knows that you need him by the way that you rut yourself back in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself; but you’ll never be satisfied with just that, so he takes it upon himself to help you. It’s hilarious, truly, watching you wiggle and move your hips in search of his retracted fingers; you usually never sought out what you wanted, yet here you were, practically begging for it.

You want to say something but the way Eren’s hands travel across the expanse of your body to shrug off your top forces the words bubbling up in your throat back down. It’s a laughable contrast, how his calloused hands fit around your soft curves and crevasses – you shouldn’t be doing this. Eren doesn’t seem to care too much, unclasping your bra and quickly tossing it to the side, taking a mound in hand and kneading it harshly.

“What are you doing ‘ren…” You ask with a strained voice, feeling his heavy tip leisurely drag along your folds, gathering slick before prodding at your constructing hole.

Fuck – he’s growing impatient, his tip an angry red with tiny beads of white smearing with your wetness. Eren’s unashamedly fixated on the difference between your tight cunt and his veiny cock. “Calm down baby, I’m gonna make you feel even better.” He murmurs, making sure to be gentle as he presses your upper half into the mattress – an ironic contrast to his plans to fuck you dumbber than you currently were.

Eren wastes no time in grabbing his cock by its base, sliding it into your hole. He spreads your ass, watching contently as it disappears into your puusy inch by inch. “Shit, your cunt looks fucking pretty taking me in, I love it baby.” It’s difficult for him to resist the burning urge to piston right into you and hear those pretty moans.

“So big...feels huge.” You’re not lying; you can barely get accustomed to the stretch, eyes widening at the feeling of every prominent vein brushing your fluttering walls.

“Aw, don’t tell me that you can’t take it?” He chuckles when you squirm around him, tiny whines falling from your mouth when he bottoms out. He stills himself inside of you, admiring how you frantically shake your head “no” – you’re trying so hard not to mess up and be good enough for him. “That’s my girl.” he marvels, pulling out to the hilt before languidly thrusting, hips rolling hard against your ass. The pace is agonizing to him; admittedly, he wants to hear you sob, and he’s come too far to stop now. Growing impatient, he gradually picks up the pace, quickly snapping into you and filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping.

“Oh fuck, Eren–!” You moan, clinging to the sheets as he rammed into you, your juices coating his cock and spilling down your folds onto the bed. While you’re unable to see his face with the way his hand sits on your head, pushing you down even more, you can practically sense the grin on his face – so sweet that it's almost sinister.

Every thrust is harder than the last, sending you teetering forward as his pelvis juts against your bruising ass. You can barely contain your loud sobs, his cock was brushing your cervix – you could barely imagine how big he was.

“‘S good, s-so big!” You breathe out. God, you look pretty like this, splayed out beneath him with your back in an irregular arch and drool seeping out of your mouth to soil the fabric.

Eren leans down until he’s flush against your warm body, hands placed on both your sides and caging you in. His pace doesn’t let up as he brings his mouth to your ear, his hot breath that fans across your skin feeling like electricity flowing straight to your clit. “You’re gonna take it all, right? You’re gonna be a good slut and let me fuck you as I please– you want to please me dont you?”

“Yes daddy!” You aren’t even thinking as you wail, reaching out to hold one of his arms as he continued fucking into you. You’re way too gone to even register the way his hips momentarily falter.

He smiles wickedly at the new name you’ve given him–he always knew that you had it in you, but you just needed a little push. “Daddy? You’re so fucking nasty.” His words are so insulting and vulgar, yet they only leave you wanting more, clenching around his cock and sucking him back in. “I’m fucking you stupid and thats the first thing you call me.” He laughs at your needy stature, licking a stripe up your neck and biting at the soft skin.

“G-gonna cum – gonna cum on your cock daddy.” You whimper pitifully, feeling yourself closer to your edge as you become more twitchy against him.

“Go ahead and cream on my dick pretty girl, cum right on me.” His pace doesn’t let up, slipping right back into your sopping cunt and fucking your weak hole. The loud and long mewl that your let out when you reach your high is so erotic – pornographic, even. You claw your fingers into his skin as your body locks up, causing him to hiss from the sudden pain.

“You should be thanking me for giving you my cock.” He starts coldly before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you upright against his body to show you how slutty you look in the mirror in front of you. Your eyes are trained on the place where your bodies meet, the way his cock slips into your cunny with a loud squelch and the translucent ring of your slick around his girth. It’s safe to say that you can barely recognize yourself when you take note of your face; there's drool strung on the bottom half of your face, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your swollen lips, and your tits are bouncing with every sudden motion.

Eren can’t help but smile cockily at his handiwork; you’re only listening to him, babbling small ‘thank you’s and ‘please’s. Your head is in a fog, unable to even process what you’d originally come here for, only focused on getting stuffed full by your project partner. He stretches his arm across your shoulder to bar you to his body as his thrusts become more frantic, balls rhythmically slapping up against your clit.

Your head lolls back against his neck and you’re able to look into his darkened eyes with nothing but adoration. “Love your cock daddy– fills me up!”

He could cum just at the sight of you, feeling you grind your hips in desperation. “Addicted, aren't you? You’d die for this dick without a second thought yeah?” Not even waiting for a proper response, he catches your mouth with his own, biting and tugging at your lips; he’s going to ruin cock for you to the point where you can only go back to him in order to feel this way – for real satisfaction.

His free hand dips down to your cunt, two fingers circling at your clit with the slightest amount of pressure. “Too much, too much! ‘M gonna cum again–!” You beg, desperately trying to move his hand away, but your efforts are to no avail – he’s shown you that he’s stronger than you, continuing his attack on your overstimulated bud.

“Shhh baby, take it like a good girl.” He coaxes; your cunt is too addicting for him to give up.

Your tightening walls milk him for all that he’s worth as he rutts into you at a mind-breaking speed and soon enough you’re tensing up again; but this time it feels different, eyes widening in surprise as you feel your juices squirt all over his cock and thighs, making a noticeable mess on his bed. “Daddy” is all that follows after your loud moan, slumping against Eren’s body like a fucked-out doll.

He knows that you can hold out, which is why he peppers kisses to your neck and jaw as his hips become more erratic against your worn out body. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” You don’t miss his moans as he pounds into you a few more times. You tiredly nod at his words as they all blur together into one incoherent mess.

“Gonna fill up your pretty cunny– shit.” He groans, stilling himself and shooting thick ropes of his load into your cunt, staining your walls white. He slowly slips out of you, muttering soft praises against your skin as he watches his cum languidly drip out of your abused hole. To say he’s satisfied with the way that you jerk and twitch is an understatement;

he thinks that you’re fucking stunning.

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot smut #eren yeager smut #snk smut #snk x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager x reader #tw.dubcon #tw.manipulation #tw.drugs #attack on titan smut

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literallymitch · 3 years

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𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”, at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now, just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied, I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

#damiano david #måneskin #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david x reader #damiano david imagine #damiano david fluff #damiano maneskin #maneskin #måneskin imagine #taylor swift #reputation #reputation series

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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could you possibly write something about Sirius & remus dating and remus feeling bad that Sirius keeps paying (since obviously he's big deal NHLer v trainer)

Oof, yes. This was combined with asks for some Coops hurt/comfort where one doesn't want to talk, as well as an argument. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for wealth insecurity, small argument (not a blowout)

Grocery shopping had never been Remus’ favorite thing in the world, but he had to admit it was a lot more fun when everything came with the thrilling reminder that he was living with the love of his life. He got to learn Sirius’ preferences on everything from candles (softer scents, or something woodsy) to towels (as fluffy as humanly possible) and filed every detail away in the little pocket of his brain entirely dedicated to the beautiful man that could reach the top shelves.

“What’s next?” he asked an hour into their latest Target excursion.

Sirius tilted his phone to show the screen. “Sheets.”

“I still can’t believe you had a hole in those and didn’t notice,” Remus said with a shake of his head.

“How do you know it wasn’t your fault?” Sirius countered with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“I’m not the one that runs marathons in my sleep,” Remus laughed, standing on his toes to kiss his stubbly cheek. “Oof. Prickly.”

Sirius scrunched his nose. “You like it.”

“Hmm. Perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” he mimicked, bumping Remus’ hip with his own. “What kind do you want?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder as they turned down the next aisle, scanning the shelves of plastic-wrapped packages in a million different patterns. “I like the look of the white ones, but grey or blue could be nice. You?”

“As long as they’re soft and have you in them, I don’t care.”

“Sap,” he teased, though he was unable to fight the blush racing hot up his neck. Sirius didn’t protest; his small, smug smile needed no explanation. Remus pushed the cart slowly down the aisle, making note of the price tags as he went. Sheets were always an expense—not as bad as blankets or, god forbid, a new mattress, but an expense all the same. He had managed to keep his last ones in good condition for almost ten years before they wore out.

The $30 set doesn’t look too bad, but that’s a weird color…Sirius hates microfiber…I’d rather not sleep on puppy print…getting laid on a 1970s paisley pattern would kill me instantly… “How about these?”

He startled and glanced down the aisle, where Sirius was holding a set in faint gray. An unbidden grin pulled at the side of his mouth. “The softest of the bunch, huh?”

“Of course,” Sirius laughed. “Come feel, it’s like heaven.”

Remus pushed off and hopped up on the undercarriage, riding the cart all the way until he reached Sirius’ side; his hand was halfway to the exposed block of fabric when he froze. $186.99, read the price tag below the stack of sheets in varying colors. Almost $200, and the only difference was the softness. “I…” he faltered slightly, looking between Sirius and the sheets for a moment.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, I do,” Remus said as his mind whirred. He had never spent more than a hundred dollars on sheets before. It wasn’t wildly out his budget, especially once he started working with the Lions, but he had always been careful with money. Sirius��Sirius had never had to do that. Never in his life.

“Is it the color? Because they have white ones—”

“It’s 200 dollars,” he almost laughed. Sirius fell quiet in obvious confusion as Remus turned to look at him. “Sirius, those sheets are 200 dollars.”

“Yes?”

“There’s—” Remus broke off again; something a little too much like shame for his liking crawled up his throat. “I—sure, yeah, if you like them.”

“It’s not about what Ilike,” Sirius continued, as if he couldn’t see the discomfort tensing every one of Remus’ muscles. “It’s our bed. I don’t want to get sheets you hate.”

“No, no, they’re nice.” Too nice. Remus forced a smile. “I like them.”

Sirius looked at him for a moment. “Which ones do you prefer?”

The ones that don’t cost the same as my monthly food budget. “Uh, the color threw me off at first,” he said. “The blue ones are better.”

The crease between Sirius’ brows eased by a degree and he kissed Remus’ jaw gently, then switched the sets. “D’accord, mon loup. Whatever makes you happy.”

Remus was as quiet as he could be without arousing suspicion for the rest of the trip. Sirius paid for their things—like always, Remus realized with a turn of his stomach—and helped him carry the bags to the car without another word about the sheets.

He stayed quiet the whole way home.

The shame mounted as they drove. It seemed everything was a sudden, unwelcome reminder of just how different he and Sirius were. Sirius’ family had a chef during his childhood—Remus made himself PB&Js every morning for the entirety of middle school. Sirius had a brand-new car—Remus had never had cause to justify that over public transportation and Uber. It was embarrassing, and Sirius’ unintentional thoughtlessness was more frustrating than he thought it would be.

He didn’t say anything as they pulled up to the house and unloaded their shopping bags; his shirt and jeans itched his skin like sandpaper. Judging from the look on Sirius’ face, he had picked up on Remus’ frustration, but there was no way Remus was going to get into the root of it while he still felt so twitchy.

Damn you and your emotional intelligence, he thought as he slipped past Sirius’ worried glances and up the stairs to their bedroom. Be oblivious for once and let me get through this.

The bed was stripped bare—their duvet and pillows sat in a heap on top of the mattress. Remus thought back to the first night he had slept there, marveling at the cloudlike support on his achy lower back. He had chalked it up to the pure bliss that came with finally having what he really wanted, but his traitorous brain was starting to convince him it wasn’t the joy that made it seem so nice.

He had never gone without food. His parents always made sure he had clothes that mostly fit and the school supplies he needed. They paid for his hockey gear and the team dues until he was old enough to work part-time and start saving his own money; scholarships had always been of a quiet importance in their house. Things got tighter when Jules was born, but they made it work. Remus would always be grateful for that.

Sirius had never had to think about money in that way. Not once.

Remus sighed through his nose as he pulled his battered Wisconsin hoodie over his head and tightened the drawstring of his sweats, letting the comfort envelop him. “It’s not his fault,” he murmured into the mirror. “Don’t get into your head about this.”

Sirius was in the living room when Remus made his way down the stairs with his hands curled into the worn sleeves of the hoodie. He said nothing while Remus began absently cleaning up the scattered items around their junk bowl, though his gaze prickled the back of his neck.

“Mon loup?” came the soft question after two minutes of tense silence.

“Yeah?” he managed around the tightness in his lungs.

He could practically taste Sirius’ hesitation. “Did I—nevermind. Sorry.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” Sirius said again, though he seemed to be folding in on himself. Remus hated seeing him try and take up less space, and hated the idea that he was the one that caused it.

$200. On sheets.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked, leaning back against the countertop.

“No, I just—” Sirius pasted on a smile and cross the room, dropping a tentative kiss to the top of his head as he passed despite the wary look in his eyes. “Just a thought. It’s nothing.”

“You’re upset.”

“No, no, I’m good.”

“Please don’t lie to me.” It came out harsher than intended and Remus winced. “I mean—Sirius, something is obviously bothering you.”

He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over the marble countertop before making brief eye contact. “You’re angry,” he said at last, cautiously. “Are you angry with me?”

“No,” Remus said, then paused. Sirius’ face fell. “Well, I’m a little irritated, but—but it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t be.”

“It’s not stupid.”

Remus swallowed hard at the kicked-puppy look on Sirius’ face. “It is.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said.

And that was…honestly, kind of the worst thing he could say. “You don’t get it,” Remus said, staring at the floor. “Sirius, you just spent 200 dollars on sheets.”

If anything, that seemed to upset him more. “You said you liked them.”

“I—” Remus flailed his hand around. “I do! But Jesus, honey, that’s kind of a lot!”

“We both liked the sheets.”

“I don’t know how to tell you that that’s expensive!” he blurted as the words wormed their way out and hung in the air. “Two hundred dollars might be peanuts to you, but that used to be my food budget for the month!”

“Remus—”

“You have never had to budget a day in your life,” he said, quieter. “Your watch probably cost more than a month’s rent for my apartment, you’ve never taken public transportation—”

“Remus—”

“—and you make millions of dollars every year!” He paused, out of breath, and ran a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Millions, Sirius. And—and now that we’re together, that we’re living together, it’s just really apparent in a way that it wasn’t before.”

Sirius’ throat bobbed. “I wish you had told me at the store.”

“It’s not about the sheets,” Remus laughed, because there was nothing else he could do other than cry. “We have entirely different views of how much money is worth. You can pay for things for me and I can’t do the same for you, and that feels like shit.”

An unsettling quiet blanketed the whole first floor as Sirius stayed very, very still, like a small animal caught in a trap. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he confessed, barely above a whisper. “You’re right. Money is…it’s not something I’ve had to think about, but I like spending it on you.”

“I don’t like being cared for,” Remus forced out around the grate that had been keeping it down. “I don’t like feeling like I can’t support myself, or that I’m a burden on you and especially that I can’t repay that.”

Sirius finally met his eyes, and he looked appalled. “Remus, you’re never a burden.”

“It feels like it.” He was horrified to feel the burn of tears in his eyes. “Sometimes. When—when you buy nice things for me, or we go on nice vacations, or even when you buy groceries for us for the fifth time in a row, it feels like I’m using you for your money.”

“But you’re not.”

“No!” Remus said immediately. “God, no, never. That’s the last thing I want. But I don’t want you to have to change your lifestyle to make it revolve around me, either. I feel like I’m caught in the middle and there’s no good answer.”

Sirius watched him for a moment, the way that always made Remus feel a little bit like a particularly intricate play he was trying to work out. “What did you want to say at the store?”

“I—what?”

“What did you want to say while we were getting the sheets?”

Remus bit his lip in thought. “Those are too expensive, and I think we should get different ones,” he said eventually. “I like the color and the fabric, but I don’t want to spend that much money on sheets when we could do something else with it.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.” The earnest look on Sirius’ face eased some of the bubbling feelings in his chest. “And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.”

“I was embarrassed.”

“…why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing to look at your multi-millionaire boyfriend and say, ‘I can’t afford $200 sheets’, Sirius. It sucks. I feel like I can’t measure up.”

Sirius nodded. “I’ve never judged you for your money, not once. Just for the record. There’s nothing I would rather spend it on than making you happy.”

“I don’t want to be sheltered and provided for.” Remus blinked back the last of the tears and closed his eyes. “I want us to be equals. That’s important to me.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t know how to fix this right away.”

“I don’t, either.” Warm fingers brushed the back of his hand and he leaned into Sirius without looking. “Can we try and figure it out, though? As a team?”

“Yes, captain,” he snorted, feeling Sirius’ soft huff on the top of his head. They stood silently for a few seconds before Remus let go of his tension with a slow exhale. “I don’t think a joint bank account is a good idea yet, but maybe we can start by alternating who buys groceries? Or something small like that. I don’t want to feel like this anymore, not with you. I love you too much.”

Sirius nuzzled into his hair for a moment before lips pressed against his temple. “How about we start by making the bed?”

The pressure on Remus’ chest eased. Making the bed was easy. They had the exact same method for it, a function of Sirius growing up with a militant mother and Remus’ aunts lovingly terrorizing him into learning how to do hospital corners. It was an olive branch that he could happily accept with a light squeeze around Sirius’ waist. Baby steps, he thought. We’ll deal with the big stuff when we’re better settled. He offered a half-smile to Sirius. “What are we waiting for?”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #money talk #hurt/ comfort #angst #argument #sheets

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a-jynx · 3 years

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Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

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a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

#dream smp x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #tommyinit dsmp #platonic #best friends #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!tommy #*will change if need be*

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Under the Floorboards (Pt. VII)

(Technoblade X Reader) Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII

Your eyes cracked open as soon as the sunlight spilled into the room, your eyebrows furrowed together and a hiss of pain spilled from your lips. You brought your arm in front of your face to block out the sun, Technoblade should've closed the curtains the asshole. As you pulled your hand away from your face you couldn't help but pause, a delicate golden band with a blue diamond sat on your ring finger. You sat up in surprise, immediately buckling in on yourself pain radiating through your abdomen. You licked your cracked lips before uttering a simple,

"Ah fuck."

Something stirred next to the bedside, you turned your head in the direction of the sound, Technoblade was draped over the side of the bed. His hair was a rat's nest, sticking up at odd angles and ends, frizzing out in all directions. Drool was stuck to the bottom of his chin, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes screwed shut. He looked upset like he was having a bad dream. Looking around the room briefly, you noticed his robe and crown were hung up in the closet, food was left half-eaten on the vanity. How long had you been out? Trying to make as little noise as possible you slowly peered out the window, outside you saw a little shack built into the mountain. You must've been out a while if Technoblade is letting someone ruin his real estate value like that. Blinking in surprise you saw Ranboo emerge from underneath a hole, a smile spread across your lips as he paused and looked up at the window. You gave a small wave, his mouth appeared and his jaw dropped, he began to wave back enthusiastically before charging through the snow towards your home in a sprint. You knew you only had a few moments before the lanky boy burst up into the room, you carded your fingers softly through Technoblade's hair, you've never seen him in such a dead sleep. Normally, your stirring and movements would've woken him up minutes ago. Maybe Phil give him something to knock him out? That's a very likely answer.

"Bubba's..." You cooed tenderly kissing his forehead, "Time to wake up." You felt him shift, his face scrunching up uncomfortably as his eyes blinked open. Dark bags were prominent as he grumbled in displeasure until his eyes focused completely on you, he sat up swiftly and grabbed your face. "Ow, gentler please."

"You're awake." His voice quivered as he began stroking your face and cheeks, "You're actually okay." You tilted your head to the side in concern, his usual stern eyes filling with tears, "I thought you were dead." Technoblade held you close burying his face into your chest, his nails digging into your back. All you did was rub his shoulders and let him hold you like you were porcelain glass. "You were out for a week, Phil helped me tend to your wounds." He said after a few moments of silence, "NEVER do that to me again."

"I can't make any promises but I don't plan on it." You smiled as he pulled away from you, his eyes still red from reluctant tears. Techno leaned forward to press a passionate kiss to your lips, his hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you like it was his last moments with you. You saw fireworks erupt in your vision and you visibly melted into it, pressure you didn't know you had was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

"Oh my god. I'm-I'm sorry." Ranboo sputtered, throwing open the door and tossing his hands over his eyes frantically. Techno practically threw you across the room, the only thing keeping you from falling over was his tail that had wrapped around your waist during your kissing session. His entire face was bright red,

"Kid what the heck." He groaned, "Knock please."

"Sorry I was just excited, I saw she was awake from the window." Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck, as he looked at the two of you.

"Aw, were you worried about me?" A smile came across your face as the boy blushed furiously under your gaze, one cheek was bright red and the other was a bright green just like his eyes. He hesitantly bobbed his head in a nod and a soft, motherly look spread across your face. Technoblade saw the look you gave the teenager of the corner of his eye and his heart turned to mush in a matter of seconds, these kids were gonna be the death of you. "I'm sorry to have worried you, but look I'm a-ok now!" A smile spread across Ranboo's lips as he walked further into the room,

"Well, that's a relief." He sat cross-legged on the floor smiling up at both of you, Technoblade sighed and ruffled his hair. His eyes widened looking up at the blade, little stars seemed to dance in his heterochromatic orbs.

"Thanks for looking out for her. I'm sure Phil told you but you saved her life, I owe you one. I don't take that lightly." Technoblade nodded at him with a serious look on his features as he took his hand off of Ranboo's head. Ranboo looked shell shocked at the genuine honesty of your boyfriend, "Now never mention this to anybody or I'll kill you." The look of awe on his face fell immediately and it turned into a sheepish smile, his shoulders slumping forward.

"There it is," Ranboo sighed. You couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh at the interaction, both men turned to look at you and grinned at one another, they were both happy to see you laughing.

"So when did you move in with us?" You asked Ranboo with a hum gently stroking the top of Technoblades head once again. He had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a happy sigh, he hadn't felt your hand in his hair in so long could you really blame him? Ranboo looked thoughtful for a moment his eyebrows furrowing, he rubbed his claws together like he was searching for the answer.

"Sorry I- oh! The day after you all blew up L'manberg again Phil came to me and asked if I had a place to stay. I obviously didn't have a place to stay anymore." He gave an awkward laugh, "So here I am."

"Well, we are certainly happy to have you with us. Right Techno?"

"Ehhh," You glared at him sharply and he held up his hands. "He's gotta prove himself first Princess you can't blame me for being on edge."

"Eh, that's fair. Still, I'm just happy to be here." Ranboo beamed brightly unfazed by Technoblade's hesitance, something told him that Technoblade really didn't mind him living on his property. "Oh, I'll contact Phil and let him know you're alright! He'll probably want to know about your condition, yeah that's what I'll do."

Reaching out you took Ranboo's hand as he went to stand, he looked a little surprised as he stared at you. "You ever need anything, please don't hesitate to talk to me, I know that what happened was traumatizing. So please, I'm here for you if you need me." His ears seemed to press back against his head, his eyes widened considerably.

"Thank you." He practically yelled pulling away from you to scurry out the door, he was completely and utterly flustered by your kind words. It reminded you so much of Technoblade when you first met him you couldn't help but smirk at him. He raised an eyebrow at you a frown gracing his features,

"What?"

"He acts exactly like you. He's going to fit in great here." Technoblalde looked at you like you had three heads,

"Ya know, I can't believe I ever missed hearing your voice."

"Oh fuck you." You gently cupped his chin and kissed the corner of his mouth, "I loved and missed you too you big lug." Technoblade closed his eyes and smiled adoringly at your gentle caresses, "So..." You whispered softly in his ear, "what's with the ring?" He tensed in your hold and you felt his forehead hit your shoulder.

"An...an engagement ring." He admitted quietly, your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your lips. You hummed in response and began to pet his hair soothingly,

"I thought a certain pig said that we'd only get married if I didn't get hurt."

"Yeah well whoever that was sounds super cringe. Imagine basing a marriage on something like that. Men am I right?" It got a giggle out of you and he pulled away to flash you a smile, his large hand cupped your cheek and you snuggled into it.

You nodded your head, "Can't live with them clearly. Since all they do is lie." Technoblade nodded with a straight face, "but in all seriousness this for real? Cause like I'm totally gonna make out with you if it is."

"Oh, it's super for real then."

"Stop I'm being serious!" You whacked him lightly in the chest,

"It's for real," His face lost its teasing smirk as you both locked eyes. "I'm head over heels for you (Y/N). You make me so happy, you're the only one in my life who makes me feel...feel normal," You watched his eyebrows furrow, "I knew I loved you and I knew that you were it for me." Technoblade sighed and leaned back picking up your hand and interlocking it with his own. You couldn't help but notice the golden band on his left hand, it mirrored your feminine ring perfectly. "When you were dying, or when I thought you were dying all I could think about was that we never got married. That we couldn't blow more governments up together or go on adventures. So yes, it's for real, I want to marry you officially if you want a small wedding we can do that if you don't want a wedding at all I don't care. I just wanna be yours forever."

Your heart fluttered in your chest and butterflies flew around in your stomach. As brutally honest as he always was he was more than a little emotionally stunted, you knew this was hard for him. You leaned forward and kissed him, it was long and passionate, you felt his fingers curl around your hair. As you pulled away you felt him try to chase your lips with a frustrated whine,

"I wanna be yours forever Techno. You're everything I ever wanted in life, I've never been happier than when I'm by your side. All my life I've been a wanderer, going from place to place, never really having a home. You gave me the one thing no one has and it's exactly that, a home. Plus, you're so feral which is so hot." You added just to watch his face scrunch up and you felt him push you down against the pillows.

"You ruined the moment. I changed my mind, the wedding is off." He huffed with no real feeling behind the words, "you should rest."

"I've been resting. Help me get up I wanna go outside." You scoffed with an eye roll swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You noticed your ankle was wrapped in a tight bandage, you frowned wincing as you tried to put pressure on it. "Fuck, how long am I going to have to wear this?"

"At least a month is what Phil said, we need to make sure there is no lingering damage. Can't have my anarchist wife not be able to cause trouble with me."

"Oh? I'm still allowed to cause trouble with you?"

"Obviously. Especially since I'm getting you a totem of undying just to cover all my bases." Technoblade stood up helping you to your feet, "you're doing great Princess, let's see if we can make it out front." You gave him a tentative smile as the both of you slowly made your way down the ladders and outside. You never thought you'd miss the cold winter weather stinging your cheeks but here you were. "Cold?"

"Only a little." You smiled up at him and felt his cloak drape around your shoulders, he must've grabbed it before you left the room. You buried your face into the pure white fluff at the top and closed your eyes, it smelled like Technoblade and that brought you comfort. He usually smelled like gunpowder, shampoo, and cedarwood, it was by far your favorite smell. Technoblade's hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him. The both of you just stood there enjoying the flurries of snow as they fell down around you, his thumb gently brushing against your hip bone.

After a while of peaceful silence, Technoblade seemed to grow restless his gentle brushing turned into inconsistent taping, eventually, he pulled you in front of him only to begin to sway with you in your arms. "You getting bored?" You looked up at him and reached to cup his cheek in your hand, he hummed pleasantly at the contact.

"A little."

"Aw, my poor baby," You cooed and he grumbled under his breath at the sarcastic tone your voice took. "Kidding, don't get pouty I'm messing with you, if you want I can read to you? Or do your hair cause it's...a mess."

"You mean you aren't head over heels in love with this unwashed rat's nest?"

"Unwashed." Your nose scrunched you and he smirked wickedly, "I know that look. Don't you fucking dare-" You let out a shriek as Technoblade began to rub his head against your cheek, making his hair fall over your shoulders. "TECHNO! TECHNOBLADE YOU ASSHOLE STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"

"What? I'm being loveable and soft. Is this not what you want?" He purred holding you tighter against him as you wiggled in his arms trying to break free of his vice-like grip.

You growled at him, "NO! You dick!" Technoblade could only snicker at your dismay but pulled away from you per your request.

"I'll go shower," He pulled away to scratch at his head "want me to set you up by the fireplace? I'll meet you there when you're done?"

"As long as you shower I'll do whatever," You huffed and he snickered picking you up to carry you inside the house. "Stinky pigman," His face shifted into the said creature and he poked you with his nose. You rolled your eyes as he sat you down on a chair, reaching up you scratched his snout, he made a dulcet sound before pecking the side of your head. The fire popped and crackled as the heat warmed your frozen cheeks. Snowflakes melted in your hair making you shiver from the brief chill they let off, closing your eyes you took in a deep breath of air.

Married, you couldn't believe you were actually getting married...to the man of your dreams no less. You held up your hand in front of you and traced the delicate details on the band, you felt at peace, this wedding needed to happen as soon as possible. You barely wanted to waste any more time, god knows what could happen in the next coming months, who was going to come and try to kill the both of you again. You'd have to mention it to Technoblade when he came back to see if he was okay with basically eloping. You stretched like a cat snuggling into the cushions, you'd have to get a dress though because you're not showing up to your own wedding in Netherite armor. Floorboards creaked above your head signaling Technoblade was out of the shower and getting ready to come to greet you downstairs.

You turned away from the sound, your lips pressing into a thin line as you let out a shaky breath. Tommy had been discovered under the floorboards of this very house after the rough start you had bonded with the rambunctious teen and wanted to keep him safe. Obviously, everyone knew how that ended, a part of you hoped you weren't projecting that lost care onto Ranboo. It wouldn't be fair to Ranboo if you treated him like another Tommy, the child you wish you could've helped.

Twirling your fingers around your (h/c) hair you only delve deeper into those thoughts. You wanted to help Ranboo, you wanted to help all the kids, the trauma they all have gone through had to be tremendous. Ranboo living on the property was a start, away from the crater of a failed country and anyone who would want to hurt him. You were going to protect him, this wasn't going to end up like Tommy's betrayal, you'd make sure of it.

TINK

Technoblade would probably call you insane if you mentioned this plan to him, but then again he was never one to feel pity or sympathy for those he didn't consider family. Even so, you hoped this boy would open up to you and consider you a parental figure in his life. Hopefully, Technobalde would warm up to him as well, you both all could be a little family.

TINK

Okay...maybe that was jumping the gun. You barely know him, for all you know he could secretly be helping Dream as a double agent or something. Okay, (Y/N) now you ARE being insane that's absurd.

TINK, TINK

What the FUCK was that sound. You turned to the window and could only make out a little smiley face in the corner of the glass, for some reason unease settled in your stomach. Where did that come from?

"Princess?" His sonorous voice filled the room crashing over you like a wave of clarity amongst the ever-growing fog of your mind.

You jolted in your seat before turning towards your fiance, "Hi bubbas."

"Hallo," Technoblade was shirtless his scars on full display as well as his muscles. One was way more important than the other to you, you can guess which one. His pajama pants sat loosely on his hips as he wandered over to sit in front of you, his head resting between your thighs. You had to hold back a giggle at the pleased look on his features, his hands came up, giving them a soft squeeze.

"You having fun?"

Yes. OBVIOUSLY. You could crush our head with those thighs, so yes. So soft. We need to stay here forever.

"They're okay," He replied casually as your fingers carded through his pink hair. "I definitely don't want you to try crushing a watermelon."

"Oh my god." Your shoulders began to shake and you placed your forehead on top of his own, he only smiled softly. Your laughter was sweet and made him think of a small little bell chiming in the air.

"You're gonna braid my hair now right?"

"Obviously."

"Thank you, Princess."

You were a little taken aback by his genuine tone, there was no hint of sarcasm or his usual teasing voice.

You love him more than all the stars in the sky.

He looked up at you with his big red eyes, as you began massaging his scalp. He let out a throaty moan, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your blunt nails on his scalp. "Jesus Princess, you're a goddess."

"As long as you never say I rival Aphrodite you can call me a goddess all you want." He laughed and nodded his head,

"You have yourself a deal."

"I can't wait to marry you as soon as possible."

"You're really obsessed with me huh? You a fangirl? That's a little creepy not gonna lie."

"Oh, I'm your BIGGEST fan. I live in your house and sleep in your bed."

"Cringe," You rolled your eyes dramatically but pecked his lips stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Seriously though, can it happen as soon as we can."

"How do three days from now sound? Just so we can plan properly and gather some things we need- if you want a like actually wedding." You nodded eagerly,

"Yes, please. That's all I need."

"Then it's settled."

The smile on your face was all he needed to know he made the right decision not only in marrying you but rushing the wedding,...three days. Oh shit, he was gonna be a husband in three days. The voices in his head collective said one phrase,

We're fucked.

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Hi guys! Thanks for all the love for my story! Have fun with this chapter, a Karlnapity x reader might be in the works next. Not that this story is over, after all there’s still a wedding to attend.

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alexaplaysgames · 3 years

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Request: “Could you write something in which the mc is starting to develop feelings for Felix but denies them constantly/tries not to confess or accept them as a reality because they fear what would follow if and when they happen to go back to earth later...?”

Here you are! I literally have to fight myself to keep from making every dramatic moment occur at sunset on a grassy plain. This time, I lost. Sorry for the wait, I’ve hated my writing recently. Thought I don’t love this, either, I hope you enjoy it :) I changed to first person for this cause my brain is Like That.

Title: Did you Really Mean it?

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Words: 2484

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The first time, he had been quick to dismiss it.

Felix had asked for your help reaching one of the taller shelves of the library. He claimed he needed access to one of the books, strictly for academic purposes, of course, but you’d judged by the sight of his rosy cheeks that he more so just wanted you to touch him.

Nonetheless, you had risen from your comfortable position on the sofa and accompanied him without complaint, teasing him all the while about his short stature. When you’d pinched his flushed cheek, he’d rolled his eyes with a groan, hoping you didn’t see the goosebumps that had spread across his skin at your touch.

Standing in front of the shelves, you’d wrapped your arms around his waist. This seemed most sensible, rather than vice versa, given how he knew which book to look for. You’d felt Felix’s breath leave him in a rush as your arms slid around him, his ribs contract as he exhaled. He’d shivered as your fingers brushed the bare skin near his hips where his shirt had ridden up.

Yet, he had leaned back into you as if he didn’t want you to let him go. You swallowed. That is what made this so difficult, you thought. You didn’t want to let him go, either. You simply knew that you would have to.

It was surprisingly effortless to lift him to reach one of the dust-covered titles a few shelves above your heads. As Felix had pulled the book off the shelf, a thick layer of dust had been dislodged with it. He’d sneezed, and the force of it made you stumble.

You’d fallen back onto the cushy carpet below with a gasp, Felix landing slightly on top of you with a startled yelp.

“Ouch,” you’d mumbled, rubbing your head, and then burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

“S-sorry,” Felix stammered. He looked quite abashed. You’d only shaken your head with a fond sigh and reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear.

Felix’s breath had hitched at that, his eyes going saucer wide. You dropped your hand as if he’d burnt you. Only now did you realize how close your faces were. You could count every one of his eyelashes, this close, feel the heat of his breath. His gaze briefly flitted towards your parted lips, laden with desire.

“We should get up, now.” Your smile had turned a little tense, which Felix noticed. You’d looked as if you wanted to push him off.

He winced. “R-right. Yes, of course.”

When you’d stood and parted ways, he couldn’t help but feel the slight sting of rejection. He clutched the book to his chest as he watched you walk away.

Perhaps he was over-thinking things.

✦✧✦✧

The next time, however, he was certain something was wrong.

You’d been quite clearly avoiding him as of late, skirting around his company with flimsily construed excuses that you were much too busy to see him.

Felix didn’t mind. Being on his own was something he’d grown to find familiar, if not enjoyable. He told himself that it was reasonable for you to wish to spend some time apart from him, and while a part of him believed that, another part wondered why he wasn’t good enough to hold your attention.

You used to adore him. He could still feel your fingers in his hair, your hands on his skin. At what point did he begin to bore you? Had all your comments of accepting him for who he was served only to pacify his childish, moody self? Did you mean none of it at all?

It certainly felt that way.

Then, one evening, you’d told him you were going out to a tavern with Sage. Though you’d invited him to join you, he’d declined, partially due to his being a lightweight, but also the fact that he wasn’t certain whether you truly wished to see him at all.

Yet, hours later, when you still hadn’t returned, Felix’s stomach churned with worry. He was torn between going to you and offering you the space you so clearly craved.

With a sigh, he’d wrapped a cloak around his shoulders and set off to find you. He simply wanted to make sure you were alright, that was all. It needn’t be more complicated than that.

You were seated in a booth in one of the local establishments, Sage at your side. He could smell the alcohol on your breath the moment you drew near. “Felix, my sweet!” you’d laughed as you saw him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Felix frowned at the pet name. He’d almost forgotten that you used to calm him that.

He had closed his eyes at your touch, melted into the familiar warmth of it. Then you’d frozen, looked up at him with cloudy eyes, and proclaimed that you were leaving.

Felix blinked at you in astonishment. “What?”

You had offered him no reply.

Felix had followed you as you stumbled slightly out the doors and into the darkened streets. He himself had often taken to midnight walks through the city, knowing that he had the means to protect himself. You, however, had no such training.

You’d tripped over your feet as you walked, intoxicated, through the cobblestone streets. Felix grabbed you elbow and spun you to face him.

“Stop this- this tomfoolery,” he gasped. “You’re going to maim yourself!”

“Leave me be, Felix,” you’d pouted, your words dangerously slurred. “I can’t- I don’t want to see you right now.”

Felix’s breath caught; your words sunk through his skin and settled as an ache in his chest. Yet, before he could say anything in reply, you stumbled again. He pulled you against his side to keep you from falling over, slinging one of your arms over his thin shoulders.

Felix is many things, but strong is not one of them- you nearly broke his slight frame with your weight, and he panted while he struggled to hold you. Nonetheless, he managed to guide you through the streets to the nearest inn, conscious of your breath by his ear all the while.

You’d flopped down onto the worn sheets of the bed Felix rented, your hair haloed around your head. The young necromancer’s heart hurt as he watched you, until you’d grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed at your side.

“Kiss me,” you begged, the heady scent of brandy curling around the words, and conflict waged war across Felix’s delicate features. “Kiss me, Felix, this might be the last time you get the chance.”

Felix’s grey eyes welled with tears. “I- I can’t,” he choked, feverishly shaking his head against the sheets. Oh, he had wanted to, you knew it even through your haze. You saw how his eyes once more drew towards your lips before he tore them away.

“Then go,” you said simply, rolling away from him and onto your side.

And he had.

Felix wrapped his arms around himself as he walked home through the streets alone.

✦✧✦✧

The third time hurt the most.

“Are you two officially together, now?” Anisa had asked you one evening, and Felix had waited for your response with bated breath, tucked outside the doorway where he knew you couldn’t see him.

Until it finally came, and he wished he hadn’t.

“No.” You said it with such finality, such certainty, he was sure you could hear his heart breaking, the sound of his panicked breaths. “Felix and I… I don’t think we’re a good fit.”

That was it, the final straw. He choked on a sob as he turned away, already feeling the hot rush of tears spilling from behind his closed eyelids.

He had curled up in his study, face tucked into the worn couch, and cried into his elbows, cursing his own stupidly all the while. His tears soaked through the strands of his hair, ran down his face in rivulets, dripping off his chin.

He was so delirious at that point that he allowed Stella to curl up next to him, even stroking his fingers through her soft, silky fur.

“W-why am I like this, Stella?” Felix mumbled, still sniffling around the remnants of his sobs. “It was idiotic of m-me, to think-” Felix flopped onto his back, wiping at his eyes. Then he groaned. “Goddess, and now here I am, conversing with you. A rather pitiful display.”

Stella, as expected, did not offer a reply, though her rumbling purr provided some comfort.

Felix stared up at the ceiling until morning light streamed in through the windows, caught in a miserable state. He is accustomed to being alone- after all, his wasn’t the first time he had his heart broken by someone he was sure he was in love with.

This was the only time, however, that it cut him this deeply. Never had he felt such hurt before, not even in death. In fact, he was certain he preferred that dull, empty nothingness to this.

He sighed, tiredly letting his eyes flutter shut. Stella’s fur tickled his nose, and he whispered, “How you’ve ruined me, my dear barista.”

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Things were strained between the two of you from then on. Felix wouldn’t meet your eyes whenever you were near each other. You could tell, by the redness of his eyes, that he had been crying, though for what reason you couldn’t be sure.

He kept his distance, and you chastised yourself for missing him. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? But you suddenly weren’t so certain. You stomach was slowly twisting into knots of guilt and longing.

You sat with Felix, sifting through more textbooks in an attempt to find a hint as to how to send you home. It served as a reminder, somewhat, as to why you had pushed him away, though as time passed the memory became fainter. You were instead focused on how Felix kept his eyes trained downwards, not once making a characteristically snide or snarky remark.

The silence and the tension stretched between the two of you until it snapped like a frayed string.

“Why?” Felix suddenly asked you, gasped it out as if it pained him. You’d met his eyes, though he still wouldn’t meet yours, his hands squeezed into fists in his lap.

“Why what?”

“Why did you turn me away?” he continued, his lower lip quivering. “I had hoped-” he trailed off, as if he couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter,” Felix finished a moment later with a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “You deserve much better than m-me, of course. I was selfish to think otherwise.”

“Felix-”

But Felix was no longer listening, having slammed his textbooks shut and left your side with tears swimming in his stormy eyes, muttering under his breath about how stupid he had been, desperate to keep you from seeing what a mess he’d become.

You felt awful. You’d been so determined to quell the growth of your relationship that you’d disregarded Felix’s rather fragile sense of self worth. You’d absolutely crushed him, you thought regretfully, and for what? Perhaps what was between you couldn’t last, but you should’ve been grateful for the time with him you were given.

Hours passed. You’d searched the rest of the day for Felix, but you couldn’t find him. Not in his bedroom, his study, the library, not with Sage or Anisa- your necromancer had mysteriously vanished.

Until you’d remembered one evening when he showed you one of his favourite places- a grassy hillside overlooking the sprawling city underneath. With the sun sinking over the horizon, you’d found him there, chin resting on his knees, pulled up to his chest. The wind whipped through his dark hair, cooling the streaks of tears on his reddened face.

Felix looked back over his shoulder at your sudden appearance through one of his trademark portals, then buried his face in his arms with a low groan.

“Felix, listen to me,” you whispered. Coming to sit beside him in the long grass, you gently wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into your side. You could feel him hiccup, feel him tremble against you.

You settled your chin on his shoulder as the both of you looked out over the world that had once been so foreign to you. The wind once more rippled through the sea of grass around you, the sun reflecting off each individual strand. As the sunlight slowly waned into a single strip, it touched the tips of the buildings below and lit them up like candles.

“I am so, so sorry, baby,” you said, “for making you feel that way. I was worried it would hurt, when I have to leave. I thought I was doing us both a favour by keeping us apart. You did nothing wrong, Felix, and you weren’t selfish.” You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the dying sun warm your face. “I was.”

“You weren’t-” came Felix’s muffled reply, quick to defend you as always. You shook your head, kissing the curve of his shoulder.

“I was. I thought it would be best for both of us, but I was wrong. I missed you so much, you know. Every day, I always wanted to see you. But I didn’t, and I told myself that was for the best. It was stupid. I hurt us both.”

Felix exhaled. You could feel the tension melt off him in little waves as his shoulders slumped. “You will have to leave, one day,” he murmured. “It was only logical.”

“Then we’ll face that when it comes, okay?”

Felix sighed, closing his eyes, then leaned into you and settled his head on your shoulder. “Okay.” That one word was still rather wobbly, as if he didn’t believe you. His chest rattled with each of his shaky, uneven breaths.

“Now, let me see you smile.”

You suspected you were pushing your luck with that, and your assumption had been proven correct when Felix rolled his eyes and sent you a rather unimpressed look. “No. That’s ridiculous,” he huffed. “I’m not an infant.”

You simply resorted to other means of achieving what you sought. Felix squeaked as you shifted to the side and rolled him onto your lap, laying down in the long grass in a similar position as you had in the library, long ago. This time, however, when his eyes went wide above you, you shot up and kissed him, merely a chaste peck on his plush lower lip.

His blush was more brilliant than the setting sun behind him, a bright, fiery red you couldn’t believe you ever thought to abandon. Though he groaned and stubbornly averted his eyes, Felix couldn’t help but smile- a mere quirk of his lips that was faint enough to miss.

And yet, it was good enough for you.

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islesnucks · 3 years

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GOOD MORNING - MAT BARZAL X READER

who doesn’t love some good old barzy fluff

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Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: just a whole lot of fluff, make out (?)

Summary: just waking up next to Mat after spending the night together for the first time

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You opened your eyes slowly, a smile appearing on your face once you realized where you are. Mat’s arm was still wrapped around your body in the same position you had fallen asleep hours ago with your back pressed against his naked chest and your legs intertwined under the covers. You could feel his steady breathing tingling on the back of your neck and moved even further into his body, embracing the warmth it irradiated.

It was the first time you spent the night together. From the beginning of the relationship you had told him you wanted to take things slow. Him being the gentleman he is, respected all your wishes and assured you many times he was completely fine with taking things slow.

However he couldn’t contain the smile that instantly appeared on his face when you had asked if you could stay over last night since it was already late, but truly you didn’t care how late it was, you just wanted to spend the night in his arms. He didn’t even try to hide his excitement when he saw you come out of his bathroom wearing one of his old shirts as pajamas or when you looked over at him in the mirror when you were both washing your teeth.

Those were small little domestic things, but to Mat meant everything. He loved how you just fitted, like you were always meant to be there, in his life. From the moment he met you he knew that was it for him, you were it. He tried to take it slow like you wanted, but he couldn’t control how fast he fell for you.

You tried to turn around as swiftly as possible so you wouldn’t wake him up and felt his embrace automatically tighten around you, bringing you even closer. He somehow managed to look extremely cute and hot at the same time, but overall so peaceful. His hair was a bit messy with some locks falling on his face and you raised your hand to move them away so you could observe his face better, wanting to memorize every feature, every small detail, from the slightly parted lips to the small white scar near his eye.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that with your hand gently resting on his cheek, but eventually he woke up and the way his eyes sparked and a smile instantly appeared on his face the moment he saw you made you fall even harder than you had already fallen for this man.

“Morning.” he whispered in his deep morning voice and turned his face lightly to place a kiss on your hand still pressed to his cheek.

“Good morning.” you replied matching his smile and leaning to kiss his lips.

What was supposed to be an innocent peck turned into more when you were about to pull away but his hand sneaked to the back of your neck, stopping you from breaking the kiss and only deepening it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics in between the kiss and he took it as an opportunity to add his tongue.

Eventually you pulled away, not wanting to turn your lazy morning make out session into more … for now.

He rolled to his back, dragging you with him till you were fully laying on top with his hands on your lower back holding you against him. You laughed, crossing your arms over his chest and placing your chin on them so you could face him.

“How did you sleep?” he finally asked.

“Like a baby. You?”

“Same. I haven’t slept like that since … actually I don’t think I’ve ever slept better than last night in my life.”

“Always so dramatic.” you said rolling your eyes but unable to hide your blushing cheeks.

“I’m not! I swear.”

Maybe he was exaggerating a little, but there was one thing he was sure about, now that he knew what sleeping with you in his arms felt like, he never wanted it not to be like that again.

“I guess you’re just going to have to stay every night from now on because you know I’m an athlete so I need to sleep properly and everything.”

“Sure sure because you’re an athlete, not because you’re the clingiest man ever.” you replied with a sarcastic tone.

“Oh really?” he said defiantly with raised eyebrows.

The playful tone and mischievous smirk should have warned you he was about to do something. You let out a surprised squeal as he rolled over, getting even more tangled in the sheets, drawing you till you were laying on your back and he was hovering over you.

“I’m not even gonna try and pretend to be offended because that’s so true.” he added before letting his whole body collapse on top of yours, nestling his head on the crook of your neck.

He brushed his nose against you, breaking in your scent and sending goosebumps down your body at the feeling of his breath against your skin. Your hand went to his hair, fingers running through his dark locks.

Mat loved when you pampered him, how gentle you were. It was a great contrast to his day to day life, especially on his line of work. There were many times after practice or games where he wished he could just run into your arms to cuddle.

“I could get used to this.” you admit mindlessly. Mat lifted himself on his forearms to look at you.

“You know I wasn’t joking, right? About you staying every night? If it wasn’t because you want to take things slow, which I completely 100% respect, I would be asking you to move in.”

He was being serious and you knew it. What you had was special. You had never felt like that for anyone before and it was terrifying and enchanting at the same time. Everyone around you could see it, Mat had to endure the endless teasing from his friends and teammates on a daily basis when he wouldn’t shut up about you.

“I wanna spend every second of the day with you.” he said, placing kisses on your neck between every word for emphasis.

“Clingiest man ever.” you repeated, words mixed with laughter.

Once he was done attacking your neck he got on eye level with you and gave you one final look full of adoration before kissing you. His lips were soft against your, a feeling you could never get tired of.

“I could stay like this forever.” he mumbled against your lips, not missing the way your cheeks blushed at his sweet comment.

“Well I don’t know about forever, but I’m free the rest of the day.” you replied, making him stop abruptly and pull away to see if you were being serious.

“Really?” His excitement made you smile as you nodded, he really looked like a little kid whose parents just told him they were going to Disneyland. Honestly, a day with you tangled in his sheets doing nothing other than being with each other was Mat’s own personal Disneyland.

He reached one hand over to the nightstand to grab his phone and started tapping something on it. You looked up at him confused before asking: “What are you doing Mat?”

“I just ordered us some food.” he informed you before locking his phone and putting it away. “We’re gonna spend the whole day in bed.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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yandere bully ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, heavy dubcon, bordering on noncon, profanity, manipulation

TIP-JAR

PART ONE

SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL - PART TWO

TRUST ME

It's safe to say that Bakugo had gotten used to a certain lifestyle.

Being top three in all years in the Hero-course, girls fawning, falling at his feet left and right, drooling, begging him to fuck them.

Or… begging him to take them out on a date.

But let’s be honest… no girls want to date him, they just want to ride his dick once a week. They just want to know what it feels like to be taken by a real man before halting, limping back to their clueless vanilla-boyfriends, all made up of soft smiles and warm hugs and nothing like Bakugo and how he spanks their girlfriend’s ass until blood leaks from popped veins and his name comes falling from their lips like tearful prayer.

Nowadays though, he’d had to kick more girls to the curb than he could count on both his hands without as much as getting his dick wet from the girl he’d picked for himself, the star that was once so bright and shining like a wild sunflower before he forced himself into her life.

She seemed to have wilted, as she wouldn’t even spare him a second glance until he forced it from her.

Or… that was unfair. She was perfect, doing everything he asked, but… it wasn’t really willingly, now was it?

All he needed was ask, but he knew she didn’t try to make him happy because she wanted to, she didn’t try and make him laugh because she wanted to, it didn’t come naturally as it did with others, she did it because she was scared shitless of what he would do if she didn’t.

It made him so unbelievable angry to see her laugh with others. Wrathful, vengeful even, when she buckled over and nearly fell, rolling on the floor in the pit of her humor, crying with how painfully she was wheezing. So furious because he couldn’t even blame her. He couldn’t blame her for preferring other people over him, other smiling laughing idiotic people, pleasant people as opposed to him and his aura of grumpiness.

Some insouciantly greedy, almost evil, part of him whispered to him those times he saw her smile that genuine angel-bright smile, never with him, that perhaps if he simply took her, took her away, tucked her away more so than what he had already, that perhaps she’d have no choice but to share that light with his darkness, because supernova’s like her need things to shine for, they crave lighting people up, they’re just so fucking eager to please, and if he were the only one around to absorb all which she had to give, then she’d have no choice but to share.

It shouldn’t have been legal for him to demand more of her.

She did everything he asked.

She worked out with him, pushing herself to limits and extents she didn’t even know existed, almost until she barfed, almost until she collapsed, then praising his teaching-methods instead of admitting it was too much.

She watches his movies, where she would contort the scary imagery of whatever horror or action movie Bakugo would put on the screen into the finest goriest comedy, cough up her lungs at the guts and brains leaking from sliced abdomens or cracked skulls, burry her face in his shoulder as she cried out laughter, instead of jumping into his arms like the scared little lamb she was supposed to be, begging him to turn it off and giving him an opportunity to slide his hand up her shirt.

She studied with him, again gushing about what an amazing tutor he is instead of being honest by letting him know what an absolutely aggressive jerk he is, saying words she’d regret and have to find a way of apologising for, making it up to him in so many ways Bakugo lusted for, fantasised about when he laid next to her at night.

She joined him with his friends, let him sleep in her bed, she even ate what and when he told her eat, dressed how he wanted her to dress, changed if he didn’t approve, cheered like his own personal perfect cheerleader at his battles, being probably the loudest person in the bleachers, making all the boys jealous of him, doing everything and more, and still, still it just wasn’t what he wanted, wasn’t what he needed.

And no, what he needed wasn’t her pussy served on a platter.

What he needed was leverage. He needed reassurance, he needed her trapped, locked down, glued to him. He needed to know, to believe, to trust that he had her not just for now, but for as long as he wanted, forever.

And having her in the most primal shameless way, showing her what he could give her, show her that he isn’t just a god on the battlefield but has those same godlike skills when it comes to making her see stars was how he intended to make her need him.

Granted, he’s never actually made love like how she’d probably want to, but he’s fucked plenty of sluts to have confidence in saying that he knows the female body like the back of his hand.

If he could just feel her melt beneath him, just make her unravel, wrap her around his pinky, just once and he would know, she wasn’t leaving him anytime soon, she wasn’t ever going to leave him, not unless she wanted her pretty pictures leaked.

Not that he would ever let anyone see her like that, that was just for him, but he doubted she would think too much of what he was willing to do or not. That’s the beauty of threats, they don’t need to be true for the outcome to be fruitful.

Though, he really wished it didn’t come to that.

No, once she gets a taste of what it feels like to be taken care of the way he would take care of her, when she wakes up from what fever-dream he’s given her with a mouthful of honey and the newfound realisation that with him is where she belongs, where she’s always belonged, where she’ll always belong.

Or...

Perhaps it was about the sex.

He had been good, loyal, patient, understanding, boyfriendly.

She wasn’t the only one making sacrifices.

It’s unfair of him to hold that against her, and he knows that… most of the time… but no one can blame him for forgetting it when he sees her sitting next to him in that short school-skirt, so in-reach, so grabbable, with his bed taunting them from right behind his back, how easy it would be to just pick her up and throw her down on it, watch her bounce while looking up at him in a giggling fit.

He can’t be expected to focus on doing algebra with that in his mind, he can’t be expected to tutor her when she looks at him with that apologetically hopeless clueless expression, laughing that nervous laugh that every time warns him about how completely lost she is to what he’s talking about.

Granted, it was him who told her he would be tutoring her, because god and every teacher along with him knew she needed it, what with how she daydreams or pranks each and every class away like the ditzy klutz she is.

“I… I- I don’t know?” Was her answer to yet another equation he’d poured out from between his grit teeth.

Plan A revolved around her wanting to repay the favor, give him a little present for helping her out. Tit for tat, eye for an eye, sort of thing. And usually she would, give him a little something in return, a chaste kiss to his cheek, a frisky make-out session that always ended just a bit too early, never fully what he wanted.

Plan B was to tire her out, creating an opening for him to suggest that they do something that requires less thinking. She usually gets distracted, sometimes she’ll even initiate it in hopes he’d let her off the hook with studying, she’d pout her lips, look at him with those large pretty puppy-dog eyes, coax him into cuddling, but she’d always fall asleep just a minute later.

Plan C was a spin off plan B. Where in hopes of making her the bad guy, he would be sweet, he has been sweet, offering his help to tutor her, she would grow tired like she always does, only this time he wouldn't allow her to rest, therefor causing her to snap, resulting in her saying something she’d regret, again resulting in her apologising, something he could mold into her owing him a favour, something that would end up with having her splayed out on the sheets of his bed, ready for the taking.

He just needed an opportunity to hold something against her, an excuse, a favor to cash in, he needed her backed up into a corner.

Plan C wasn’t working though, unfortunately.

She never grew fed up with him, she never said anything foul.

He was stupid to think that an opportunity like that would arise. She isn't like him after all. In fact, she’s the farthest thing from him.

Well, time for plan D then. Another spin off plan B.

Don’t hold it against him, but he’d been spouting bullshit for the last three minutes in hopes of making her frustrate over herself, where the former plan had evolved into something a bit more crucial.

But, she’s insanely tolerant, reminding him of Kirishima’s sturdy quirk, though he had to admit finding her unfaltering confidence and dedication way more mind-blowingly impressive.

He had been chipping at that composure of hers for the last two hours without breaching the surface.

But there was still hope.

Everyone has a breaking point after all, and he could sense she was getting fed up. Fed up with his tone, fed up of him treating her like a moron, fed up with him.

It would only take one last blow now and she’d break.

Or so he thought.

He had impressive amounts of patience, but he was also nearing his breaking point and finally after one more of her soft-natured laughs, he was the one that had enough, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

And plan E was looking way more opportune by the minute.

“You think it’s funny that you’re an idiot?”

Her eyes widened and turned instantly glossy at his harsh words, looking like a kicked-puppy, before it contorted into an expression of something akin to anger but not truly as vicious.

Yet, obviously taking offence, huffing as she got up to leave, proving how she too was done with playing their little fantasy, uncaring, or rather forgetting, that she wouldn’t be going anywhere without his permission.

“I think so too, I think it’s fucking hilarious.” He mocked, hand gripping her shirt and pulling her back between him and the desk.

Already she was pushing at him, as he leaned in closer gripping her hips and gliding her onto his desk, wanting to feel her thighs and legs cradle around his torso.

“But, you know what I find even funnier?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but she was given no room to let her protest out as he raised his voice in warning.

“What I bet you laugh your ass off at behind my back?!”

Her annoyance turned ashen, faltering into that meek fearful look he didn’t realise until know that he’d missed.

“Is how much of an idiot I am.”

Her brows scrunched, hands placed on the thick stiff muscles of his arms as she felt him start to rub circles into her midriff where his fingers where digging into her soft flesh through her shirt.

“I’ve been so fucking patient.” It was barely above a whisper, almost sounding broken, like a cry or a plead or an apology, but then his face split into a snarl as he leered at her, teeth flashed at her face making her jump slightly where she sat planted on the desk. “So fucking patient with you that it’s ridiculous.”

His nose touched hers where she slightly bowed her head. His eyes were blood-shot, or perhaps it was just how they always looked. She wouldn’t know as she made it her unrelenting mission to never look directly at him.

But now she couldn’t escape his stare, the stare she’d feared so much, pushed tight up against her, so tight she smelled his breath when she inhaled, so tight she felt the thin hairs on her upper lip dance as he huffed out his own growling breaths.

“And no, I’m not talking about math.”

Her hands had moved to his chest as he hunched further and further over her, pressuring her to lie down on the desk.

“Please, Baku-” She tried, adding slightly more pressure to her hold on him, but honestly... no amount of her strength would be able to fend him off, especially with the mood he was in.

“No!” He cut her off with a growl, finally forcing her down on her back underneath him, as he palmed the doughy flesh of where her hips connected to her ass, greedy and so very hungry, still keeping a firm hold on her with a thumb hooked on her hip, keeping her in place. “No more please, and I told you it’s fucking Katsuki.”

She flinched as he spit the correction in her face, feeling something bulging slot and rub itself up against where her skirt had hiked up and exposed her thin panties.

“No more pleas, no more excuses, no more teasing, no more jokes.”

He spotted a tear dripping down her cheek, escaping with how hard she was squeezing her eyes shut to avoid his gaze.

She whimpered before she spoke. “I- I’ve do- done every- everything you- you asked.” She blubbered, her hands removed from their insignificant standoff with his chest and shot up to cover her face as she began crying, wiping at them as they fell, pathetic and broken and so pretty his balls hurt with how much he wanted to bury himself inside her no doubt tight cunt.

Desperate now, he bumped his erection into her heat. Trying to steal her focus away from the action by gripping her chin between his rough finger-pads, his lips brushing up her jawline, inhaling her perfume, the scent making another pleasurable shiver spring to his cock, again humping into her.

“So, what’s one more thing?”

Her heart would have sunk by his words if it weren’t for the building intensity that spiked it to beat faster, hammering in her chest as she felt what she now had no doubt was him pushing into the scared place found between her thighs.

She could feel her panic bubble up where she was pushed against the cold wooden desk, with her boyfriend’s unwanted heat radiated and seeping through her clothes to tickle her skin.

She didn’t want this. She wasn’t sure if she ever would want this.

Bakugo had told her so many times that this was something she needed, everyone needed, but as her heart kept pumping so profusely in her chest, as though it were some blaring alarm, she wasn’t at all sure if she liked the way the stubble on his shaved chin scratched as it rode up her neck when he planted soft open-mouthed wet kisses there, she wasn’t sure if she at all wanted his large calloused wandering hands to stroke and tamper with her soft skin as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt to touch and feel up her stomach and squeeze the soft flesh of her tits, and the more and more his threatening clothed cock continued in rubbing desperately against her own teased sex she fell short of understanding just what it was she didn’t want, if it was the intimacy or just him.

Her panic built like bile in her throat, wanting to burst, which it did.

“I’m not ready- I don’t- can’t we just…”

He captured her chin between his thumb and index finger, lips coming to shut her up, cut off whatever protesting excuses she was about to splutter out.

She tried getting her words out, trying ever so timidly to shake from the kiss, yet however which way she tried turning her head, Bakugo simply followed to deepen it, turning more bruisingly passionate by the second.

Her hands were kept unsurely in their delicate touching on his chest, again in her fear of souring the mood she only barely pushed at him to get off, whereas his hands grasped and groped up her thighs, feeling her soft flesh up like dough, squeezing and kneading and just touching her, all of her, despite her small hums of discomforted surprise.

Large encompassing hands took a break from their pioneering and easily pried her smaller ones off his chest, interlocking his fingers with hers and pushing them down to her sides where they wouldn’t get in the way.

The kiss then turned rough, hungry as he yet again rocked himself into her, a rugged groan escaping from deep within his throat as her struggles met him with her own type of delicious friction, kissing his sensitive bulge with little caution.

He was so sensitive from having to have held back his primal urges for so long, especially after being teased daily by the soft grabbable little mouse he slept next to throughout every night without being allowed to do more than simply hold her, being teased with her ass slotted against his crotch as they spooned.

If she wasn’t careful with her movement he might just become a pathetic mess and cum in his pants with how pent up he was.

His other hand made to slip under her skirt to feel up the lace of her panties, wanting nothing more but to slip his finger inside her no doubt tight little hole and work her up until she’d be dripping drenching his hand with wetness, wanting to hear those panicked whimpers turn into ones of pleasure instead, but she was making it impossible with all her troublesome wiggling.

His fingers forgot their quest between her thighs in favor of picking her up and moving her to the bed instead.

She tried pushing, but it was so weak that he could pretend to not feel it.

He wouldn’t be stopping unless she flat out screamed at him, and even then, she’d have to be brutally clear or else he’d take it for screams of pleasure.

He made sure the fall was soft, placing her down on her butt first before his hand cusped the back of her head as he pushed her down onto her back with him hovering on top, deep kisses aiding his quest in pressing her and keeping her beneath him.

She jostled under the entrapment of his weight when his digits stroked up over her panties, rubbing and dipping into the warm tender skin found beneath.

Her hands pushed at him then, only a little, though it should have been enough to get her message across, but as she realized it wouldn’t she turned her head to the side, freeing her lips from his attacking ones and allowing her to speak her protest, or… more whine than speak.

“Katsuki…”

He shushed at her from where he was nuzzling in her neck, seeming almost lovesick like a frenzied pup as he began to lightly hump into the mattress, his teeth nibbling at the thin skin of her throat.

“Don’t worry… I’ll make you feel good.” It was a drawled-out mumble, but it told her of how he had no intention of stopping.

“But-” She tried, but was quickly made to shut up as her chin was once again captured and dragged to make her look up at him, his lips again pressing into her, seizing all words.

Soon his antagonizing finger hooked under her underwear, rough-textured fingertips quickly making their way to rub over the sensitive lips found at their disposal.

Her struggles grew then, her chest jutting forward to try and lift him off her, to allow her to speak, but it was as though he was glued to her, his fingers nearly marking their presence into her cheeks as his wet mouth and even wetter tongue continued exploring the insides of her mouth.

She whimpered at the feel of his fingers pushing through her folds, gliding up and down the slit. Jolting once too violently, Katsuki laid all his weight down onto her, trapping her there completely, quenching the harshness of her struggles and subduing them to what felt like she was trying to meet his desperate humping.

“Trust me.”

He should have whispered it, he should have tried making it sound less aggressive as he cuddled with the lips of her pussy, sticking one finger inside her warmth, followed by her squealing in surprise against his lips.

Her fingernails marked their presence into his skin as she held onto his arm, still not allowed to protest, still only barely allowed to breath.

He couldn’t help but growl at the feel of how tight she was, or… at the feel of how unprepared she was.

She whimpered as it was no doubt uncomfortable being skewered onto his thick finger without being at all wet, but he was determined to make that change.

His thumb pushed into her clit, starting to rub slow carful circles into the hooded and hidden pearl, wanting it to pucker out to meet him. And soon, at the hands of his experienced fingers, and perhaps encouraged by her virginal thrill of having something touch her for the first time, his wishes were met.

The finger buried inside her began squishing in wetness, allowing him to add another one at the expense of her gasping against him, her hands relenting slightly in their need to push him off, a soft uncertain hum simmering against his lips, making him smirk, gloat and bloom with cocky bliss.

Working her tightness with his digits, coating them in slick, he began curling them, feeling the waves of her tensing and melting beneath him. Parting them, scissoring them inside of her plushie walls, his thumb rubbing tight patterns into her bead.

Encouraged by her struggles subsiding he began pumping the digits in and out, feeling her wetness coat his hand. The actions finally earning him a moan, a sweet trembling breathy moan, one that got right to his head as his grin widened against her lips.

“You see?” He asked, lips still barely detaching from her, breathing the words into her. “You were just scared…”

Their eyes locked and he was happy to see her orbs large and glossy yet cotton-flavored and blissful as she looked up at him.

“You don’t need to be scared with me, just let me do this for you, trust me…”

He kissed her softly now, no brutality or forcefulness, but lightly and sweetly and tenderly, so much so she almost forgot it was Bakugo.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

But it was Bakugo.

It was Bakugo.

Bakugo who’d forced her into a relationship.

Bakugo: her self-proclaimed boyfriend, her self-proclaimed roommate, her tutor, her guard-dog, her warden.

Bakugo, who was now persuading her into giving him her virginity.

She was about to answer, but as though he precepted her growing trepidation he met it all with a sharp hooking of his fingers, making her arch her back up into him, her knees trembling where they were pushed up over his thigh next to his hips.

“Just relax…”

An open-mouthed uncontrolled moan escaped her then. “Katsuki~”

She felt her hips buck back into his hand, letting him know that he had her completely wrapped around his finger, just as figuratively as it was literal.

“That’s right…” He spoke softly, maintaining the aura of safety, wanting to keep her exactly like that, all soft and sweet and vulnerable for him. “You just focus on me, babe.”

He placed a tender kiss to her jaw, contrasted with how he now rubbed vigorously onto her swollen bud, feeling her tremble, quake at his hands.

He knew he had her right where he wanted her, chasing that high he was giving her, her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his torso, reminding him of his own arousal, but he couldn’t pay himself any mind.

Right now all he needed to worry about was sealing the deal.

An excited jumpy hitched breath left her lips, precious as it was sweet, chest rising above the bed and pressing against his own in such a soft expression of gratitude, just as her legs squeezed tightly around his waist, keeping him close, pussy clenching around his fingers so tight he could only dream of what it would feel like wrapped around his cock, as her eyelids started to flutter, squishing to a close, but not before he saw her eyes cross, reaching towards the light, a light he ignited for her.

She was left a panting mess, her walls fluttering around his digits, happily sucking on them as she spilled.

But she wasn’t left blissed out for long as she hurriedly scurried back to herself, hands covering her face as she hung her head in embarrassment, feeling that dreadful feeling wash over her, that draining shame feeling like death’s embrace.

“I’m sorry.” She squealed, words muffled beneath the cover of her hands.

His brows scrunched as he perceived her, trying to spot her face from beneath what shield she’d made with her hands.

“I- I made a mess…”

It sounded as though she were about to cry, so ashamed her body began to shake, her thighs pressed together, hiding where she cocooned herself in the bed in front of him.

His hand trailed soft fingers up her forearm to wrap around her wrist, gently prying her hand away from her face.

He sighed, heart clenching at the sight of her glossy shameful eyes.

“You’re so fucking adorable…”

There was a slight chuckle attached to the statement, his lips kissing her temple before they brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Why don’t you make a mess on my tongue next?”

The question left her shell-choked, her lip quivering at the promise of his mouth kissing her down there in the same manor he kissed her lips: brutally, passionately, with teeth.

“M-Mn-No…” She spoke bashfully, still anxious.

Too cute for her own good.

His hand, the one soaked with her essence, ascended to his face, his fingers disappearing into his mouth, lips enclosing around them as he sucked the juices clean off, giving a groan at her taste as well as her shocked but curious expression, smirking once he let his finger go with a kiss.

His hands moved front and centre, beginning to tamper with the buttons to her uniform.

“You’re safe with me.” He repeated, knowing it was something she needed to hear, especially as he began opening button after button, revealing her precious pearly-white bralette, where under was found glory in the shape of soft warm pillows. “Trust me.”

He shoved her shirt off her shoulders, bringing it out of her reach, not allowing her the freedom of covering herself if she were to change her mind and snatch it back from his hands.

She hummed in unease as though to ask if he had to go any further, to which he answered by kissing her forehead, a gesture that made a shiver run up her spine, unsure if it was of pleasure or something more eerie.

His finger running, dancing around to her back, tickling the skin where her bra was held together.

He felt her tense up, but ignored it and continued in his quest, pinching the clasp and taking hold of the straps to pull the annoying thing off, leaving her bare and beautiful.

Taking a second to admire her as her nipples perked at once at the hands of her embarrassment, he held back the urge to pinch, forcing himself to be soft, soft and sweet and safe, something he needed to remind himself of.

Hands moving carefully to hold one of the mounds, a careful squeeze followed by a careful rub of the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“Lay back down.” His voice was so warm, so warm it left her perplexed, unable to tell that the words shaped a demand as he placed one large hot hand in the space between her breasts, adding slight pressure to ease her back down into the bed, all the while her curious yet terror-wide watery eyes looked up at him, falling prey to his dominant crimson ones.

His head followed hers, lips pressing one soft kiss to her wet ones.

There is something about being bare in front of someone fully dressed. Something so dominating, something so frightening. But, surely the fact that he looked at her as though she were the world made everything safer, surely it evened the scales, surely… she wasn’t completely powerless.

“Let me prove just how much I love you.”

He could feel how terribly fast her heart was beating as he kissed down her neck, over her collar bone, careful to not bite too harshly, giving into simply nibbling or grazing his teeth, fighting the urge to mark her up so prettily.

Mouth moving to suck at the exposed sensitive skin of her tits, forgetting himself as he made to grind the protruding nib between his teeth, being met with a squeal from the girl beneath him, her hands instinctively pushing at his shoulders.

But again, her racing heartbeat and impulsive struggles were subdued, Bakugo making to squeeze her cheeks between his fingers, squishing her plump bloated reddened lips together, whispering upon them as he leaned in close.

“Don’t worry, babe, you know I won’t hurt you.”

She nodded, but still he felt her shiver, heard the tremor in her breathing, the soft sniffles she couldn’t keep at bay, just as pathetic as they were adorable and mouthwatering for him to hear.

Once he reassured himself she wasn’t about to roll out of bed and stagger towards the bathroom, running like a spooked hare, he placed a chaste kiss to the side of her mouth before peppering a dozen more down her neck, over the nipples he’d played with, going further down and lower and lower until he was all the way down to kissing the space found just beneath her bellybutton, his ears shifting to listen to how the bed creaked upon her shuffling, yet those anxious movements where seized when his hefty arms wrapped beneath her thighs, pulling her all snug and personal, lining her up perfectly with his face, all for him to see what gorgeous mess he’d made of her, all glistening and blushed with arousal.

He couldn’t wait any longer to give her a taste, feel her melt on his tongue, hear her moan as he buried his face into her.

He flicked a light kitty-lick over her budding clit, felt her quake in his arms, looking up yet still down at her where he couldn’t quite place what emotion terrorised her face the most, whether it was mostly anxiety, discomfort, shame, embarrassment or pleasure.

It didn’t discourage him though as he made the same movement again, only now twirling his warm textured tongue around the pearl, swirling around it, circling it like a shark, before his entire mouth enclosed it, devoured it, sucked on it, his tongue placed flat on top of it as he dragged it over the sensitivity again and again, sucking fervently, feeling her panic at the intrusive pleasure, yet being held steady in his arms with no way of getting away.

He let up, letting go with a wet pop before running his tongue deeply down the slit, plunging into her weeping hole where it wormed its way inside.

She wiggled as his nose bumped into her ravaged clit, all sensitive with tender swelling.

She was all shaky breaths, no sound too loud, no sound too brazen or wanton.

He needed to change that.

He planned to go slow, but had wanted it to be a surprise, and so, instead of lightly grazing his teeth over the silken bud he gave into biting down on it, gnawing it lightly between the rows of his teeth.

She shrieked, hands pushed with force against his head to get him off as she climbed higher up on the bed, away from him, yet the movement was soon stilled, or rather reversed with the strength of Bakugo’s arms coiled around her thighs, dragging her back to meet his hungry mouth.

“Don’t move.”

Carmine eyes stared up at her from down in between herself, and she felt her knees go weak as they shook at the terrifying growl that accompanied his threat.

“Just… trust me.”

She didn’t.

She didn’t trust him, she feared him, feared his marred and mauled hands, those scars running up over the great juicy muscles of his arms, those deadly arms themselves, capable of both withstanding and giving destruction, proof that he can and has survived far greater than what she could ever hope, proof that she was no match, no equal.

She didn’t trust him, she feared him, feared how his thumb now rubbed over her clit, creating such godsend friction that had her unraveling, melting into his mouth, and that mouth itself, that tongue, those teeth, how they devoured her for everything she was worth.

She didn’t trust him, but she found... falling suited her, and chasing the fires had unknowingly become a feeling she rather cherished than feared, a little less like dying, and more like... coming home.

By the time she came to, reeled back into reality, yet still remaining far away, succumbed by bliss, her eyes were opium-blown as she blinked dumbly, not realizing how Bakugo had placed himself on her side, eyes full of awe as he watched her, leg tangled with legs, heart to heart, hand held lazily on her hip, drawing small patterns up and down her side, watching her flushed face drowse into the pillow until those pretty chaste eyes met his again.

His boxers were sticky.

She’d been too busy, too distracted with the feeling of his lips and tongue and teeth abusing what found between her legs to notice how he’d been humping the mattress while eating her out as though he were starved and crazed and feral with lust. And even though she felt him groan and growl, the reverberations that tremored at the roughness of his gruff timber was enough to make her eyes cross and forget, even forgive them from ever happening.

“How about making a mess on my cock next time?”

His hand stroked her cheek after pulling the covers up to drape her naked body that now had begun to shiver in the crash of coming down. The thoughtful action a stark contrast to his cocky suggestive tone, eyes glinting wickedly at the little lamb he’d lured into and onto his wolf fangs, still tasting her essence on his tongue, watching as those skittish brows erupted into that beautiful panic that somehow resembled hope as she looked at him wide-eyed, smitten with plead and all things soft.

“I’m joking…”

He gave a smile, soft but in a different way, admiring what was his.

“Or, not really… but whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

The thumb stroked over her cheek once again, before his lips pressed a long firm kiss to her forehead, hinting for her to nuzzle into his neck, where his smell had become like ritual, something she wasn’t meant to go on without for too long.

She thought she’d made it clear she wasn’t ready for any of this. What makes the next step any different? Still, with the defeatist thought, she did like the defeatist she was, timid hands coming to hold onto Bakugo’s fire-hot skin, slotting herself tight against his body.

She didn’t trust him, but she trusted his love, she trusted his lust, she trusted he would never let her go, and that perhaps those arms of his weren’t too bad. Perhaps if she thought of how safe she was she could more or less forget or rather forgive that they were there to keep her trapped, perhaps if she spent enough time believing she was kept safe by him, then she’d forget all the reason as to why being trapped with him was the farthest thing from safe.

TIP-JAR

PART ONE

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losingherface · 3 years

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I have the moon

Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+

Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.

A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))

•

The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.

It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.

You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.

Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.

It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.

•

Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.

You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.

“Yea?”

“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.

“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”

“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”

It was literally all you wanted right now.

“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”

•

As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.

Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.

•

Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.

You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.

•

After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.

You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.

The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.

You knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.

“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.

She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.

The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.

•

It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.

It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.

“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.

“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.

•

What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.

You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.

Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.

You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).

She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.

Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.

Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.

At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.

you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.

Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.

“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.

You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”

“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.

You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.

A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #i love lesbians

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shotofire · 3 years

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Impulse

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER

Overview: In which you have trouble respecting Captain Levi, and he shows you whos in charge

Warnings: cursing, filthy smut, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, choking, degrading, angst, toxic relations, biting, oral, creampie

Season: Not specified

Most would jump off a cliff before they even thought about talking back to the Captain Levi. Then there was you, the girl who sure had a mouth on them. At first you treated the Captain with respect and followed orders, but then he became too pushy. You’d never liked when others barked orders at you, or told you to do one thing after another. It was common sense that things were done more sufficiently if you take your time and not rush. Captain Levi wanted things done quickly, no questions asked.

Personally, you didn’t like the guy. One could not deny that he was extremely attractive, and when you had first saw him he’d sparked your interest. Then he decided to open his mouth and it ruined the entire fantasy you had playing out.

He expected way too much out of his squad sometimes, and you really wished Erwin hadn’t assigned you to him. You were incredibly skilled but lacked discipline and could be lazy at times. There was a reason he’d put you with Levi, but you had yet to realize it.

To you Levi was a ego driven asshole who thought he was better because of his rank. He always had your squad out late running laps, and cleaning whatever he wanted you to. Purification of whatever he found unfit had to be your least favorite thing in the world. You’d been raised on a farm and constantly had to clean, then you joined the scouts thinking it’d be all action. Then your Captain has you shoveling horse shit several times a week, and for what exactly? You had no clue. There was no way this was benefitting to your skills at all, it’s not like you had to clean titan shit.

The worst part was that Levi would only make you clean it all by yourself. The rest of your squad got the luxury of sweeping, dusting, or mopping. Then there was you trying not to throw up every five minutes while the smell of shit and piss is filling your head. It was hell and you about had enough. You’d kept your mouth shut at that point telling yourself over and over to be the bigger person. You had reached a breaking point when a horse nearly kicked you in the face, you had to get off of Levi’s squad.

That day you stomped to Commander Erwins office full set of getting assigned to a new squad. Erwin had a weird soft spot for you, mainly because he knows your tragic past. He tried his best not to let it show, favoritism wasn’t something he liked to reveal. Harsh knocks echo through the mans office and he flinched, “You may come in.” There you are bursting through the door out of breath and cheeks flaming red.

The sight was somewhat scary, but only because you looked like you were about to rip someone’s head off. The first thing you saw, that only added to the anger, was Captain Levi himself sitting across from Erwin. Why the hell does he have to be here? You thought as your hands balled into firsts.

Everyone knew you had a temper problem. That was another reason Erwin saw you fit for Levi’s squad. Levi didn’t like people who couldn’t control themselves, so he wanted to put you in your place. So far all he’s done is increase your irritability and make you want to punch him in the face. “I want to be on another squad, I can’t take anymore of Captain Levi,” you stare ahead at Erwin, not even acknowledging Levi. The raven-haired man look at you with narrowed eyes and a scowl, someone really needed to put you in your place.

“Coming into my quarters without stating your name or business will get you nowhere, neither will that tone,” Erwin said, he couldn’t believe the way you were acting. You huffed at his words, patience wearing thin. “To hell with my tone!” Levi and Erwin’s eyes widen and their mouths fall open.

Not once has a cadet talked or acted in this manner of disrespect, you had some nerve. Levi was infront of you in almost an instant, backing you up against the door as his breath fanned over your face. “You need to learn how to respect your Captain and your Commander, or i’ll have you sent to the military police. Stop acting as if you’re entitled to be treated like a princess when all you are is a brat,” he spits in your face.

It took everything in you to not knee the man in his groin. You look away from him to Erwin, seeing his armed crosses at his chest. All of you knew your actions just now we’re not justified and you shouldn’t be talking to your superiors that way. But what Levi was doing right now was completely degrading. The Commander wasn’t big on Levi’s approach, but he let him follow through. He was your Captain after all, he treated you how he saw fit. You grabbed the knob that was pushing into your back and opened the door, causing Levi to stumble back a bit. “I hate men,” you mumbled before slamming the door.

A few cadets stood outside the room with wide eyes and jaws ajar. They had heard the whole thing, some wondered how you were still alive. “What the fuck do you want?” You yelled with gritted teeth. They didn’t say a word, only scattered away. If you could talk to the superiors like that and not get your ass kicked there was no telling what you were capable of deep down.

Levi and the Erwin looked at one another with shocked expressions. “She needs to be put in her place,” Levi grunts. No cadet had pushed his buttons like you have. Erwin held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger, eyes pressed shut. “She’s a lot like the way you used to be, you know. You gave me a hard time, I guess she’s your karma,” Erwin said somewhat amused. Levi didn’t find anything funny, not even in the slightest.

It had been a few weeks since the incident and Levi hadn’t let you catch a break. If anything things got worse, and you were doing more shit back to back. He went as far as to make you do dishes at breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a straight two weeks. Your attitude had gotten worse as well and insulting the Captain to his face had become a regular occurrence. “(y/n), I want you to clean the stables and then strip all the cadets beds. The sheets need cleaning,” he said to you with a smirk on his face. Your squad stood in a side by side line as he gave you each a chore. Everyone’s was simple and would only take maybe an hour, but yours would cost the rest of the day. “You’re such a prick,” you said with an enraged tone.

Some of your squad gasps while the others had already grown used to it. Levi wasn’t going to stop until you did, it was stubbornness against stubbornness. Even if you did insult him and yell profanities in his face you’d still do as he said. He got such joy out of ordering you around. “And you’re such a brat,” he said back with an amused smile. Before you could think your hand was starting to swing through the air, your squads face watched in horror. He grabbed your wrist right before it made contact with his face, his eyes never left yours. That was kind of hot, you thought and automatically wanted to slap yourself.

His hand remained on your wrist and his grip tightened, causing you to whimper in pain. “Go to what i’ve asked of you cadets,” he says with that same shit eating grin on his face. They all run away with startled expressions. “Let me go,” you tried to rip away your hand but it was no use. “After you’re done with your tasks come to my quarters, no matter how late it is. Also take a shower before you get anywhere near me, you smell like shit.” You scoffed at his words, “Eat fucking shit, Levi.” Calling him by his name really pissed him off, you hadn’t call him Captain since the Erwin office visit. He let go of your wrist finally and walked off, leaving you vision blurred with anger.

Your fellow cadets didn’t say a word as your sweaty form stripped their beds. The smell coming off of you was gag worthy, but they didn’t dare provoke you. If you could talk to Levi in that manner there was no telling what you’d do to them.

One wrong look and you’d knock their teeth out, no questions asked. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t half-ass clean those stables. But the afternoon was coming in and you still had to clean and hang everyone’s sheets. That would take longer than anything, and you’d probably miss out on lunch and dinner. You sat out in the sun pushing one smelly sheet into the bucket of soap and water after another. The boys bed linen almost made you throw up a few times. Did they ever bath?

After soaking them they were hung up to dry, and with the beaming sun hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. You thought about the whole reason you’d basically became a maid, Captain Levi. The man had his mind set on making your life a living hell, and you returned the favor. The threat to send you back to the military police didn’t scare you one bit, it wasn’t going to happen. You were more skilled at killing titans than anyone else on your squad, and almost all the others. Loosing you would be a great loss for the scouts, and you knew it. Some thought, if it came down to it, you could totally kick Levi’s ass. He had heard that one day and it only exasperated the man further. His ego was bigger than a mountain and that chipped the top off of it.

As the sheets dried you were able to attend lunch, but just barely. Most had already finished and were doing combat training. You managed to stuff down a few pieces of bread to keep you moving for the rest of the day. When you returned back to you duties over half of them had dried and you jumped up and down with joy.

You celebrated too fast, and Levi was coming towards you quickly. The sight made you want to vanish in thin air, what could he possibly want now? “I took a look at the stables, you didn’t even clean half of it.” Of course he went and checked. “I’ll finish it,” you grumbled. He was shocked that he didn’t get a smart response, you just didn’t have the energy to deal with him right now.

The rest of the sheets dried and you returned them to each bed. You had never felt like such a maid before, having to make beds for grown adults. Knowing you had to finish cleaning the stables almost brought you to the edge of tears. All you wanted was to lay in your bed and sleep, to relax the pain filling out your lower back. Pure stench filled your senses as you entered the stables, each horse eyeing you. To be honest these horses scared you, their beady judgemental eyes reminded you of Levi. Thinking about that made you snort out loud, your next insult was definitely going to be telling him he looked like a damn horse.

The sun had set by the time you’d finished, and you wouldn’t be surprised if most had already gone to sleep. Thoughts of your bed made you crack a smile before letting out a deep yawn. You headed straight for the showers, stripping yourself of your sticky clothing. As the satisfaction of hot water ran over your body you sighed and closed your eyes. It was a great feeling that you truly needed.

The happiness was short lived as you remembered that Levi wanted you in his office once you were finished. You wanted to scream at the thought, why the hell does he want to see you? The man can’t stand you so why would he spend his after hours to talk to you? There was no point if he was just going to insult you, but you had no choice.

After getting dressed and somwhat drying your hair, you drag your feet to Levi’s office. You stare at the door for a few seconds, contemplating just going to bed. That would ensure a even more hell filled day tomorrow, so you went ahead and knocked on the door. This shouldn’t last long anyways, right? He’s gonna throw a few insults and you’re gonna leave, easy as that. “Come in,” his deep voice says. You open the door, shut it behind you, and start walking up to his desk. He didn’t expect you to state your name or salute him, so he wasn’t too fazed. You sit down in the wooden chair on the other side of his desk, eyes laced with annoyance. He takes in your state, you looked completely beat.

“Do you know why you’re here (y/n)?” He questioned, his fingers interlocked as they sat upon his desk. The man was trying to be all serious but you weren’t in anyway intimidated. “Nope, but i’d appreciate it if you’d hurry up. See I just did all your dumb chores for you and i’m fucking tired.” The Captain presses his lips in a straight line. He stands up from his seat, moving to your side of the desk and sitting on the edge of it.

He’s close to you now, frame above yours. You look up at him, feeling small under his gaze. “That right there, the unnecessary attitude. I’m tired of you thinking you’re better than everyone, when i’m reality you’re just an entitled brat.” So he’d called you here to argue? You didn’t care how tired you were, this man wasn’t going to walk all over you.

You stand up, eye to eye with him, and growl in his face. “I’m the one who thinks i’m entitled? You order everyone around like some King, Well guess what your highass, no one likes you! You’re just some higher rank motherfucker who thinks their life is more valuable than anyone else. When will you face reality and see we’re not different!” You yell in his face, not holding back at all. Your faces were so closer, barely touching.

The air fell silent at your words and he looked into your eyes. Maybe what he was about to do was pure impulse and should be thought over. But he’s already slamming his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss before he can really think it over. He was baffled when your lips moved with his, tongues already slipping against one another. You couldn’t believe you were kissing him right now, but you couldn’t find it within you to stop.

In one swift move Levi had your back pressed on his desk as he hovered over you, the kiss only intensifying. His fingers pressed at your sides and you let out lights moans onto his lips, only boosting his ego. When his lips moved to your neck you realized what was happening, “What the hell.” Levi heard you mumble and only chuckled. His lips bite and suck at your nape and you can’t hold back the sounds coming from your lips. “I fucking hate you,” you said through clenched teeth.

It was aggravating that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop, you didn’t even want him to. His pillow lips felt like heaven against your skin and you already felt your core start to dampen. After those words pass your lips hes pressing his hand to your neck, stopping any air from making its way in. “Hate me all you want, but I know you’re dying for me to fuck you right now. I bet you’d even beg me,” he said with a smirk. His hand stays wrapped around your neck as his other hand pulls your shorts down your legs. “See, you’re already wet.” He eyes the visible mark on your underwear with a devilish smile.

He lets go of your neck and you immediately start coughing, he was for sure insane. Before you could collect yourself he was biting the inside of your thigh, causing you to yelp. He sucked harshly at the delicate skin and you wince away from his touch. He’s fast to grab your thighs with a firm grip, and you’re unable to move away. You gasp as he licks a long stripe on your still covered core. “So sensitive,” he coos.

You’d die before you admitted it, but Levi looked so incredibly sexy right now. His eyes were sparkling with lust and his lips were a light shade of red from the kissing. His fingers loops on the sides of your underwear and he yanks them off. You watch as he bites his lower lip, eyeing your wet pussy. Before you can even think, his lips are attaching to where you needed him the most.

A long high pitched moan slips past your lips and you’re positive someone had to have heard you. His mouth works against you and you’re a complete mess. You fall onto your back and raise your hips, but his arms are fast to push you back onto the surface. His left hand leaves your waist, and soon he’s plunging two fingers into your hole. “Holy fuck!” You yell in complete ecstasy, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel your high approaching as his fingers and mouth continue to work. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop,” you say with tears forming in your eyes. He smiles at your words, feeling accomplished. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and it send you over the edge. Your legs shake as he sends you through your orgasm.

Before you could even collect yourself he was ripping your shirt over your head, and then his own. He nearly breaks your bra trying to get it off, and you snort at him. You sit up so he doesn’t have to struggle, “I still hate you.” He ignores your words and flips your body over so that you’re facing away from him. The sound of his pants being pulled down makes your stomach drop, shit. You were really about to have sex with this asshole. He enters you without any warning and you let out your loudest moan yet. The man doesn’t bother giving you time to adjust as his hips start moving at a ungodly speed. Your nails dig into the desk at the feeling. Levi was much bigger than you anticipated, definitely the biggest you had ever been with.

The sound of skin slapping together fills the air, mixed with your constant moans. His hand comes down to smack you ass, making red handprints in your skin. The stinging sensation brought you pleasure, and he noticed. His hand cracked down harder and you yelled out in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, if I would’ve know you were such a slut I would’ve already fucked you,” he says breathlessly. He grabs that hair at your scalp, pulling you back into his chest. He fucks up into you harder and you can’t think straight. His fingers stay tangled in your hair as his lips attack your neck, leaving small purple marks on your skin.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he whispers in your ear, “Tell me you love my cock.” The filthy words made you shiver even though your body was on fire. You didn’t answer, mustering up words as fucked you ruthlessly was nearly impossible. He lets go of your scalp, making you fall forward. He grabs ahold of your waist and pushes himself into you deeper, making your mouth fall open. “Tell me, now,” he says before pulling back and shoving himself deeply again. “I love your cock,” you say with tear filled eyes. He smirks in gratification and somehow manages to move his hips even faster. Soon your legs are shaking once again as you reach your second orgasm.

Levi pulls out of you harshly and you’re left limp on his desk. Arms wrap around your frail body and carry you into his bedrooom that was connected to his office. The feeling of the soft bed makes you sigh, it was a lot better than your own. He’s already back between your legs, and you finally get to take in his toned body.

You sit up to run your fingers up and down his stomach, feeling him flinch under your touch. His breath hitches when you keep moving down, fingering wrapping around his still hard dick. You pump your wrist a few times and his eyes shut at the feeling. You guide him back to your aching hole, wanting more. As he enters you, you throw your head back.

He starts moving, hips hitting yours harshly. His elbows sit on either side of your head as he fucks you into the mattress. Foreheads press against one another and his eyes stare into yours. The sight was new to you, his eyes were sparkling differently than in the beginning. You’d never seen this side of Levi, he actually looked loving. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said breathlessly. Your stomach flipped at his words, it was the first nice thing he’d said to you. To be honest, you didn’t even know he was capable of being nice. Yet he’d just let a compliment slip past his lips.

You legs wrapped around his waist, helping him go deeper. The feeling of your third orgasm approaching had you seeing double. Levi pressed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss as you moan through your high, and he comes undone inside of you. The room is filled with heavy breathing as you two try to compose yourself.

Levi is the first to say something, “I’m sorry.” You sit up quickly and look at him confused. “I ordered you around like a dog and it wasn’t right. You just have so much pride,” his eyes look at the ceiling, “I wish I could be like that.” You smile softly, he was just damaged more than you knew. “I’m sorry for shit talking you in front of everyone,” you say and can’t help but let out a light laugh.

He smiles and closes his eyes, “you’re still a brat.”

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Wisps of Smoke (Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader) - Part three

Summary: Draco and Y/n find themselves drawn to an abandoned classroom every single night

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: excessive smoking, mature language and themes, smut, oral (male receiving ), 18+ content, reader discretion is advised.

A/n: two more parts to go and the story is done!!!

once again, thank you to everyone that read part one and two and asked to be tagged. I love you guys.

I’d like to stress that smoking is injurious to health. (*lights up another cigarette and types furiously*) This part is a bit lengthy so bare with me.

Word count: 4000

Part 1 & Part 2 (if you haven’t read them already)

Thursday (Continued)

Was he dreaming?

No, he definitely was dreaming.

How else could he explain this recurring dream, fantasy, vision—call it what you want.

You, down on your knees in front of him, pushing his knees apart and palming him through his trousers.

You, fumbling with his belt buckle and slowly unzipping him, letting him spring free.

What had he done in this life to deserve this?—to deserve you and your full red lips slowly wrapped around his hardened cock.

You kept your eyes fixed on his though. Shiny, playful eyes looking up at him as you hollowed out your cheeks taking him in even further.

“Fuck—y/n.” He let out a groan and gripped firmly onto the windowsill as you sucked him off.

This definitely wasn’t a dream—it was far too real to be a dream.

The way you hummed while you bobbed your head up and down and the vibrations that he felt all over his length was a reminder that this was in fact, happening.

“That’s it.”

Draco dipped his head backwards and closed his eyes. His cold hand caressed your face before slowly making their way through your tousled locks.

You gripped his thighs and went in deeper, making the tip touch the back of your throat as tears started to spill out of your eyes.

“Such a good girl.” He praised holding your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. "You look so perfect with my cock in your pretty little mouth."

It was surprising how his words only made you tighten your lips around his cock and jerk off the bit you couldn't fit in your mouth and this only made him groan and tighten his grip on your hair—fucking your face.

Friday

“It’s been raining quite a bit these days.” Adrian commented as you both walked towards the dungeons.

“It has.Hasn’t it?” You mumbled, turning to take a long look at him. There was no denying that he looked good in his Quidditch uniform—with his dark hair complimenting the Slytherin green.

Both of you quietly entered the common room and sat down on a couch surrounded by an uncomfortable silence that was getting far too familiar at this point.

Both of you spent time together just for the sake of both of your parents who’d carefully set up your relationship.

Sometimes, you went on dates and stuffed your mouth with food just to avoid having a conversation.

And then there were nights of efficient and routinely sex and ignoring each other’s presence afterwards.

You picked on the ends of your hair and wondered why you were still with Adrian and vice versa.

Sure you’d known him for years, sure he’d held your hand through every awkward dinner and other miscellaneous and pretentious strictly pure blood events but there was a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

Still, that didn’t justify your clandestine rendezvous with Draco and the guilt was slowly eating you up.

“Everything alright with you y/n?” Adrian asked, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Yes—I mean no. Yes.”

Adrian raised his eyebrows, looking befuddled.

“Adrian, there’s something I need to tell—”

“That won’t be necessary.” He said as he quickly cut you off. “I already know what you’re about to tell me—you are rubbish at glamour spells, you know.I can still see most of the bruises on your neck.”

You touched your neck and drew in a sharp breath when your fingertips landed on a fresh one from last night.

“May I ask who?” Adrian cleared his throat, instantly making you retrieve your hands from your neck.

And as if on cue, the Slytherin seeker who’d marked your neck up walked into the common room still in his Quidditch fit.

His hair was ruffled up due to all the flying and there was a slight cut near his left brow. You wondered if he’d gotten that cut during practice or if he’d started a brawl with someone.

When it came to Malfoy, you could never be too sure.

Adrian’s eyes followed your own and he shook his head in disbelief when he got the answer to his question.

“Malfoy?” He asked while you stared at the ground below hoping it would swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry Adrian.”

“I don’t know what to tell you y/n.” Adrian whispered using his hand to lift your chin up. “You and I both knew this relationship was going nowhere didn’t we?”

You nodded and you slowly stretched out your arms and wrapped them around Adrian’s waist as he rested his head on top of yours.

“I’ll see you around y/n.”

~~~~~~

“And there goes my peace and quiet.” Draco muttered, flicking the ashes away from the lit cigarette between his index and middle finger as you entered the classroom that night.

The scent of soap and the water droplets at the ends of his hair indicated that he was fresh out of the shower.

“Well, hello to you too.” You retorted as you got comfortable on the windowsill next to him.

He simply scoffed and continued to smoke his ridiculously expensive cigarettes and instinctively, you drew in a long deep breath.

You tried to talk to him but all you got were clipped responses and curt nods.

“What’s gotten you in such a mood today?” You asked firmly as you got down from the windowsill and took a step towards him with your arms crossed over your chest. “I can usually tolerate you but Merlin!”

“If you can’t tolerate me, why don’t you just run along to your dorm then?”

“Okay—You really don’t want me here do you?” You asked trying your hardest to ignore the sudden hurt you felt.

“I never said that. I just don’t think it’s a smart idea on your end to be here when Pucey is probably waiting for you in your bed.”

“I share my dorm with Pansy and Millicent.” You pointed out as you took another purposeful step towards him until you were standing in between his parted legs. “Not everyone here has their own room.”

“Well, that is hardly my fault.” He shrugged, flicking the ash off of his cigarette with another swift motion of his hand before placing it between his lips again.

You pulled the cigarette out of his lips and pressed the lit end on the windowsill extinguishing it.

“You really are a frustrating little git you know.”

He looked up with you, quizzically with his silvery eyes that looked like they were made of pure mercury as you cradled his face in the palm of your hands.

“You frustrate me Draco Malfoy and yet, I find myself in this classroom every single night.”

He drew a sharp breath sliding both his hands on your hip before pulling you down towards him until you were straddling him.

Seeing you with Adrian had ignited this peculiar kind of stabbing sensation inside the pit of his stomach.

“And I find everything you do rather infuriating.” He murmured cupping your face in his hands—his rings cold on your cheeks. “You talk too much, your potion making skills are abysmal and did I tell you that I had to refrain from pushing Pucey off his broom at practice today?”

“In my defense, I like talking, I hate potions and Adrian broke up with me..”

He blinked a couple times before pressing his forehead to yours. “Y/n, you can’t just spring out information like that so nonchala—”

“Kiss me Draco—take me. Make me shut up, make me yours.” You whispered, cutting him off, shocked at your confidence.

And before he could utter another word, you slowly closed the gap between your lips.

He felt like a man coming out of a fog when your lips touched—he adored your lips. They reminded him of ripened cherries and he wanted to bite them till they were bleeding with sweetness.

It wasn’t long before his hands made their way to the hair along the nape of your neck and he deepened the kiss by grabbing a fist full of your hair and pushing your face closer to his.

And as much as you loved the way he kissed you, you were aching for something more.

You broke the kiss to place greedy kisses along his sharp jawline causing a groan to escape his lips.

The way you gripped onto the collar of his shirt and bit onto his exposed flesh was a far cry from being ladylike.

No.

The way you started to grind your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, desperate for friction against your clothed core was enough to make any uptight pure blood girl with her “proper etiquettes” blush.

You never really did care about all that rubbish anyway.

The amount of self control Draco needed to grip your hips firmly in place so that you’d stop moving was astronomical.

“Not here.” He whispered staring into your eyes.

~~~~~~

“Draco put me down! Filch is going to see us!” You protested as he lifted you up in his arms and started to walk towards his room.

“Then stop it with the yelling.”

“I’m not yelling.” You pointed out as Draco muttered the password to the Slytherin common room and before you knew it, you were in his room, spread out on his bed.

Your clothes were long gone—thrown away somewhere in his room and you could feel the softness of his sheets against your naked skin.

“So fucking beautiful y/n.” He said, staring at you longingly.

Draco was too awestruck to tell you but he’d wanted this for so long.

He’d stayed up late, lost sleep, and spent too many mornings invested in the thoughts of you on his bed—your cheeks flushed, your hair tousled and your legs pushed apart giving just the perfect view.

The boy had fucked his fist in the thoughts of you, let’s be honest.

Fuck. He wanted to destroy you—push himself inside of you till you were screaming his name.

There was a fervent kind of lust burning in his veins as he leaned down to crush his lips onto yours.

He didn’t want to hold back.

He wasn’t capable of holding back anymore.

Not with his lips when he parted your lips apart.

Not with his hands that roamed all over your bare skin—feeling every curve, every valley, every mark, even the tiniest birthmark that made you so uniquely you.

“Draco..”

“Don’t say my name like that.” He said in a raspy voice as his tongue lapped against your taught nipple. “I won’t be able to restrain myself if you do.”

You used your hands to grasp his hair and hold his face firmly in place as his tongue alternated between your nipples.

“Then don’t...fuck yes..Draco..I want you—you know that I want you.”

“Oh?” He smirked looking up at you making your cheeks glow red.

He came back up and continued to kiss you as your hands started to work to get rid of his shirt.

Both of you paused for a minuscule second as you stared at each other and the second your eyes met, something snapped and the rest of the world faded into a void.

Lips against lips.

Skin against skin.

His hands grasping your hair and your nails digging into his biceps.

His mouth attached themselves to your nipples again in an aggressive kind of way and all you could do was whimper out his as you writhed underneath him.

He languidly ran his fingers up and down your slit, barely making enough contact with your clit.

“So fucking wet..”

You whimpered and arched your hips upward as he continued.

“Tell me y/n, is this what you mean when you say you want me, hm?” He whispered softly against your skin and all you could do was let out a cry.

“Draco...please..”

Two of his fingers pushed into your folds and you clutched hard into his shoulders.

And when he suddenly removed his fingers from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Draco stuck his fingers into your mouth and murmured into your ears.

“Suck.”

You closed your eyes and began to suck on his fingers while your hands hurriedly reached for his belt buckle.

“So pretty.” He said in a low voice as he moved his tip up and down your slit not entering just yet. His eyes, clouded and saturated with desire met yours searchingly.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes—fuck me already.” You pleaded. “Please I want you so fucking—oh..fuck...mmmm…..”

He rammed himself inside of you as soon as the words fell out of your mouth.

At first, he took his time with you—trying to commit himself to memorising just how you took him, how his cock felt inside your warm cunt.

He then thrusted hard and deep as he kept himself propped up on top of you, supported by his elbows.

The sight of you underneath him, with your soft hair flowing down his pillow in all directions, the warm flush on your cheeks and the way your face contorted in pleasure drove him wild.

Each of his kisses were accompanied by hard thrusts and you fisted the sheets and clenched his cock inside of you making him cuss and groan.

"Fuck, You take me so well y/n—so fucking tight..your cunt is fucking perfect...fuck.."

He moaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts causing you to clench him even more.

"Fucking do that again." He hissed thrusting deeper inside of you hitting just the right spot.

“Oh...Fuck...Draco…”

“Fuck y/n...say my name” He demanded as he leaned down and his tongue lapped against your taught nipple. “Fucking scream my name—”

“Draco...Oh..Draco...Draco!” You whimpered, gripping his hair while he sucked on your nipple.

He most certainly didn’t not hold back with his skillful tongue when he cleverly suckled on your sensitive nipples, timing the movement of his thrusts pumping in and out of you perfectly with his licks.

“That’s right..” he said with his thumb now pleasuring your clit. “Let the whole of Slytherin know who you belong to.”

It was strange how the possessiveness turned you on even more and a tight knot started to form inside of your stomach as the sound of skin slapping against skin started to get louder and louder in his room.

"Oh my god...fuck..right there—Draco!" You cried out when he hit your sensitive spot over and over again with each thrust.

Draco's breathing soon got increasingly strained as he picked up the pace. "Fuck y/n. You’re gonna make me fucking cum if you keep screaming like that—fuck.”

But to his absolute pleasure and dismay, you just couldn’t stop moaning.

It was too much.

You always thought people were exaggerating when they said they could see stars and celestial whatnots when they approached their highs but now you yourself we’re seeing them.

Time and space became non-existent to you as he pounded into you.

"Oh fuck..I’m gonna.." You bit your lower lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Cum for me." He groaned. "Cum all over my cock." He wrapped his ring clad fingers around the base of your throat and that did it for you really.

"Draco!" You moaned in complete euphoria when your orgasm hit you, causing your legs to spasm as you clenched him.

"Fuck—" he let his own orgasm wash all over him as he released is load inside of you.

He had never before seen a prettier sight than your cunt—fucked out and leaking with his cum.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Saturday

You sipped on your Butterbeer and glanced at the people seated with you at the three broomsticks.

Pansy was explaining something animatedly to Theo while Draco and Blaise were talking about the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw.

The tiniest of smiles crept up your lips when you observed your long time friends.

You could still remember the excitement you all felt when you got your hands on your Hogwarts letter.

And the elated expressions all of you had exchanged at the great hall after being sorted into Slytherin was still fresh inside of your mind.

As you looked around the table, Draco’s stormy grey eyes caught yours.

You always did think he looked fucking attractive in his Quidditch jumper, especially with his icy blonde hair combed neatly to the side.

The sight made you want to chew on your bottom lip and he smirked when he noticed how flustered you’d suddenly gotten.

“Y/n. It’s your turn to fetch the Butterbeers.” Pansy’s voice interrupted your supposed eye fucking staring contest with Draco and you quietly stood up and walked towards the counter.

“Looks like Cormac Mclaggen has taken an interest in y/n.” Theo commented, making Draco’s head snap at your direction.

You were waiting for your Butterbeer, blissfully unaware of the way Cormac eyed you from head to toe.

“Draco—Mate is everything alright?” Blaise asked looking at how white Draco’s knuckles had turned from gripping onto his glass.

“Just perfect.” Draco said through gritted teeth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sunday

“We..mmmm..really can’t—oh fuck—do this here right now—oh yes Draco right there—” You whimpered trying your hardest to suppress a moan.

It was way too early to be at the library, especially on a Sunday.

You could have been at Draco’s room curled up under his sheets but Blaise insisted to meet up at the library to get a head start on your Potions essay.

To your absolute delight, Blaise seemed to be running late and thus, you were pressed against a bookshelf in the far corner of the library—your palms and cheeks touching the book spines as he pushed in and out of you.

“Okay y/n.” He half whispered and half nibbled on your earlobe as he slowed himself down. “I’ll stop If you say so.”

“No.” You whined pushing your hips backwards.

“But you said we shouldn’t be doing this.” He chuckled.

“Please Draco..” you whined and Instantly made him pound right into you. The way you said please had destroyed any semblance of control he had over himself.

“Sorry I overslept this mor—SALAZAR FUCKING SLYTHERIN!” Blaise’s hands Instantly flew over his eyes when he saw just what was happening.

Oh Fuck.

Monday

“What is happening to this world?” Pansy asked bewildered—rubbing her eyes and trying to digest the sight in front of her while Theo opened and closed his mouth in an attempt to answer but the words seemed to have disappeared inside of him.

Draco was seated on an armchair in the Slytherin common room with you on his lap. You had your arms wrapped firmly around his torso while your head rested on his chest.

Both of you had fallen asleep in front of the Fireplace.

“Never thought I’d get to see this. Not in this life anyway.” Theo quipped, scratching his chin.

“Oh, I’ve seen worse—way worse.” Blaise shuddered suddenly appearing in between Pansy and Theo. “I have seen things I cannot unsee. I have seen things that make me want to scourgify my eyes.”

“Should we wake them?” Blaise asked, looking at Theo and Pansy.

“I say we act like we don’t know and fuck with their heads a little.” Pansy suggested.

“Im in too. But for now, Let them be.” Theo put his arm around the other two as dragged them away. “The world seems so peaceful for once.”

Tuesday

After a long day of classes you changed into your silk night dress and headed towards the kitchen to sneak in some late afternoon snacks but you felt someone grab your wrist in the middle of the shadowy hallway.

“Merlin Malfoy! You have to stop it with the lurking.” You complained as he started to kiss the base of your throat.

“Oh please y/n.” He smirked. “You fucking love it.”

You did.

You loved it.

So much that you ended up sullying the nearest classroom desk and he somehow ended up destroying your favorite slip dress.

Draco watched with fascination as you tried to slip back into the remains of your silk slip dress.

“I’m sorry about your dress.”

“That’s okay.” You mumbled absently as you tried to get your dress to stay on your body.

“Here.” He said hesitantly before handing you his blazer. “Wear this.”

“Going back to my dorm with your blazer doesn’t seem like a good idea.” You chuckled as the fabric drowned you. “What am I going to tell Pansy?”

His lips quirked into a faint smile.

“You aren’t going to your dorm y/l/n”

~~~

You were in the middle of picking up your clothes when there was a knock on Draco’s door. Thank Merlin you managed to get dressed in whatever you could find before the door unlocked.

“Um hello Mr. Malfoy.” You squeaked at the figure standing outside Draco’s door.

You’d forever found Lucius Malfoy intimidating to say the least, his sneering expression and patronising attitude didn’t help much either.

“Ah, Ms. Y/l/n.” Lucius responded. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I could say the same father.” Draco added, crossing his arms against his chest.

“I was just on my way out.” You mumbled quickly summoning and collecting your things.

You used your right leg to kick your brassiere under his bed praying you were discreet enough.

It was just one of the many things Draco’s father wouldn’t be hearing about.

“I’ll see you around Draco.” You gave him a quick nod and turned towards Lucius. “It was good seeing you Mr.Malfoy.”

“Likewise, y/n.” He responded. “I do believe Draco had told you about the New Years Ball.”

“Somewhat.” You lied after seeing Draco’s pale features turn as white as paper.

Lucius hummed.

“Please send my regards to Mrs.Malfoy.” You said before closing the door behind you.

Safe to say, Draco didn’t show up to the classroom that night.

Wednesday

He cornered you into a wall before your first class for the day—kissed your lips in a “desperate measures” kind of way and vanished into class before you could say a word.

Thursday

You’d waited.

Waited all alone in the classroom without him and his wisps of smoke to accompany you for the third night.

Your thoughts ran rampant as the night faded away into morning.

You knew he wasn’t obligated to come to the classroom but his absence bothered you nonetheless.

Having waited for him for three whole nights, you weren’t even going to deny the idea that you had harboured feelings for him.

Had he though?

Would he meet you halfway even?

What even were you two?

You shook your head and decided to head on back to your dorm and get ready for the day but the second you entered the dungeons, you realised that your feet had plans of their own.

After a short sprint this door came into view and your heart beat started to accelerate.

"Draco!" You knocked, panting and out of breath. "Draco. Open the door!"

You stood there knocking continuously before the door flung open.

"Draco I need to talk to—"

A slender looking brunette girl stood on the other end wearing his Quidditch sweater that you loved so much—Sharp features, rosy cheeks and rosier lips.

She wasn't in your year but you knew her.

"Astoria?" You spluttered unable to get any other words out of your mouth.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

To be continued...

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Part 4 Teaser:

“I could get used to waking up like this.” Draco smirked looking up at you. His platinum blonde hair was slightly wavy and kind of fluffy, falling on his forehead but not yet covering his stormy greys.

“Like what?” you teased.

“Don't play with me y/l/n.” He warned with a wicked gleam making the grey hues in his eyes brighten into a brilliant blue. It was almost like his eyes changed colors from blue to grey according to his moods.

“I could get used to waking up like this too.” You said softly

Before Draco could reply, his door creaked open.

“Malfoy, Astoria is waiting for you in the commonroo—fuck not this again.” Blaise groaned covering his eyes as you pulled the sheets over your body.

Part four available here

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