#which I made like 2 days ago and haven't touched since

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Wetter Than Water - LN

Summary: Lando's over hears a phone between y/n and her best friend and learns something that dents his ego. So of course, in true competitive nature, he sets out to redeem his reputation with his own girlfriend.

Word count: 3.5k (gonna say approx. 2.5k is just smut)

Themes: Smut (with some kind of a plot as promised) - oral, sex in front of a hotel window, edging, face-sitting dom-ish!Lando, aftercare :D

No part 2 requests please

"Where is he now?" Y/f/n questions through the phone while y/n lies on the sofa.

Now usually Lando has more pride than to eavesdrop on his girlfriend's conversations but he does know y/f/n and when he tone is that abrasive he worries for his girlfriend and how she's being spoken to.

"Streaming with Max I think." Y/n sighs pinching the bridge of her nose because she knows exactly what route this conversation is about to take.

"When did you last have sex? I mean for fuck sake, y/n. You can't keep relying on a vibrator when you have a perfectly fit and able boyfriend."

"Hey, he's busy right now-"

"So busy he has time to fucking game. I could find you another millionaire if that's the motive keeping you."

"It's not and you know it. Stop being horrible or I'll hang up." Y/n huffs then sighing. "Anyway...I'm kind of scared that it's me who's the problem. We haven't been out for dates in weeks, he hasn't touched me. What if he's planning on dumping me because he doesn't actually like me anyone. I have put on a couple pounds. Not being attracted to me would make a lot of sense to explain it."

"I'm going to castrate that man if he dumps you because he thinks you're not attractive."

"I don't think he'd say it like that, y/f/n." Y/n mutters before sighing rubbing at her hands. "God, I'm right though, aren't I? I'm the problem here. He's busy thinking about F1, sex is the last thing on his mind but even if it is. Having an attractive girlfriend would at least tempt him when he gets into bed with me at night."

"Y/n..." Y/f/n sighs with her tone turning sympathetic.

Meanwhile Lando feels his hands flexing. He knew it had been a while since they'd had sex, his schedule really just got that busy. It wasn't something he put a lot of thought into, stupidly. Now his girlfriend, his girlfriend that at one point he went down on for literally hours till he couldn't feel his tongue and was practically drunk on the taste of her, thinks that he doesn't want to touch her because he thinks she's un attractive. Which is the furthest thing from the truth.

"I don't know. Maybe the relationship ran it's course...we're young, these things happen."

"You could try actually talking to him, babes. Even if he dumps you, at least you could demand a reason."

"I'll think about it."

"No you won't. You'll do what you always do, avoid conflict and use that poor vibrator as your sexual outlet." Y/f/n teases probably trying to gain some laugh.

"Hey, diss me. But don't diss the vibrator...Although using it made me realise I've got the libido of a 12 year old boy who just found porn. Lando probably got sick of my sex drive."

"Hold on. Now I need to know, how many times a day are you sneaking off to take care of yourself then?"

"I'm not telling you that. Love you, buh-bye."

"Ahahaha, love you too, babes. I'm sure you're going to go pop one out before he's finished streaming. Enjoy."

"Perv." Y/n laughs before the call ends and she sighs heavily.

All while Lando has decided to make a plan. Because he'll be damned if he's losing out on rank to a vibrator.

Although he gets so caught up in his planning he doesn't hear her getting up and moving towards the door way. In fact he doesn't notice anything till she jumps walking around the corner and spotting him.

"Christ, Lando." Y/n gasps placing her hand to her chest before her eyes bulge. "H-How long have you been here?"

"I was just coming to get you. Literally just finished the stream like 30 seconds ago." Lando lies smoothly then feigning a frown. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't hear you." Y/n nods then smiling a little awkwardly as her arms wrap around herself. "What were you coming to get me for?"

"I know we leave tomorrow for Bahrain, but...would you like to go out for dinner?"

"You heard the phone call didn't you?" Y/n groans seeing straight through his lie. Maybe if he hasn't immediately asked her on a date then he could've got away with it but he went straight in for the kill.

"I'm a shit boyfriend."

"No-"

"It's been 5 weeks since we had sex...over a month and yes, I do know the exact last time we had sex. Because...I might be shit for fitting it into a busy schedule but I do know the last time I got to feel you in all the best ways." Lando states then sighing. "We could have sex now and...until one of us passes out."

"We both know it wouldn't be you-but Lando that was...me being dramatic and y/f/n being a single friend who would tell me I'm not having enough sex if we were at it every meal time and as snacks in between." Y/n scoffs, and she's really not lying. "I'm not actually in the mood right now."

Lando sighs feeling like she'd not lie about that given her earlier comment about being like a 12 year old boy who just found porn.

"But when you are..." Lando trails off moving his hands to her waist. "I'll be making up for lost time and every time after than is going to count as part of my work out regime."

"Feels like more of a threat than anything." Y/n murmurs then swallowing.

Really Lando and y/n's sex life has never rarely been of the more vanilla flavour. Y/n looks at him for a moment, frowning slightly as she does so.

"Even outside of sex, I should be making more of an effort with you."

"But sex is a good starting point." Y/n grins then feeling Lando hook his finger under chin, easing into her heavier kiss than she's grown accustom to in his usual pecks.

-

When Lando asked her to climb onto him during the flight, y/n didn't even stop to second guess how smart of an idea it was. It's not their first time in the mile high club, but she already knows that Lando has a promise to fulfil.

"Lando." Y/n whimpers sliding down on his length with a shudder. "I just need a second."

Turns out 5 weeks of nose even with her completely drenched between the thighs, adjusting to Lando's size was more than she'd originally expected.

Lando doesn't say anything, instead tracing the bulge of himself in her stomach, fingers tracing the skin making her clench around him almost making him choke a moan out but instead grunt with his awareness of his surroundings.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing." Lando groans quietly before moving his fingers to her clit, two fingers pinching gently and rubbing at it making her teeth clamp on her lip to contain any more noise.

Not entirely successful, but neither of them care much by this point.

They're adults in a relationship having sex on a private jet that Lando paid for.

It takes all of 2 minutes for y/n's first orgasm to crash over her but even when she lifts herself to ease the feeling of being so completely filled, his hands move to fully sheeth her down on himself. Feeling ever twitch and spasm around his dick. But he's not done and he won't be letting up just because she's came once.

"We're not done yet, don't give out on me now." Lando chuckles a little feeling her stomach clench as he says they're not done.

Y/n lifts herself lightly before beginning to bounce up and down, and just as Lando presses a flat hand onto her stomach, her eyes roll back and it takes him just short of catching the more when he throws his hand up to cover her mouth and muffle the moan escaping.

"Time to finish up, baby." Lando states keeping his hand on her mouth and moving his free hand down to her clit. He's not hitting her g-spot but instead knocking at her cervix making her clench around him to a suffocating degree. The moment he feels her tighten and spasm with another orgasm, he yanks her forward spilling into her while she seems to milk him dry. "Need a minute."

"More like an hour."

-

Y/n smiles looking around the hotel room, the door clicking closed behind her as Lando follows her in.

"You always get the best rooms." Y/n states earning a hum before she feels Lando's hands on her waist. "Lando-"

"Do you know where I'd love to see you?" Lando cuts in, his voice reaching a roguish-ness that might as well be turning her on like there's a tap between her legs.

"Where?" Y/n questions while feeling Lando pushing her shorts down before pull her top up over her head. Leaving her naked before she really has a chance to process what Lando is about to do.

"In front of that window, hands on the glass and legs spread."

"I-You want me in front of the window? What if someone sees?" Y/n chokes out.

It's one thing to be caught or overheard having sex by friends on a private jet. Though if anyone did overhear it (hard to think they didn't) then they were polite enough to not say anything or even give her an awkward look.

"Y/n, the window." Lando instruct making her look at him for a moment before she steps out her shorts pooled at her ankles. Another pause.

"What if someone sees?" She questions again turning to look at Lando.

It's not so much a concern for herself but more of a concern for Lando if they are spotted by any amount of people. Fans, media or not.

"They'll probably enjoy it just as much as we will." Lando states earning a bit of a glare. "If you keep putting it off, it's going to leave you against the window a lot longer than what I had planned for originally."

Y/n sighs moving to the window and pressing her hands to the glass, her upper body leaned forward as she spreads her legs, face burning at the knowledge that while she can't see anyone looking. She is so highly aware of her exposed position.

"For someone so nerves, you're about to leave a puddle on the floor before I've even touched you." Lando observes then rubbing his fingers against her soaked entrance, already pulsing as she drops her head and moans. "You can be as loud as you like here, baby."

Y/n takes all of a minute to realise Lando's intentions are not to make this a quickie. He has even touched her clit or got inside her. He's just gliding a finger over her slit.

"I think a safe word might be smart for what I've got in mind." Lando comments making her turn her head to look at him for a moment. "What's the safe word?"

"Lime." Y/n mumbles making sure she's at least loud enough for him to hear and not ask her to repeat it.

"Lime." Lando repeats as if he's testing the word out.

Y/n whimpers feeling his fingers finally push into her, she only managed to do a quick clean up in the jet bathroom and she's still very much puffy and sore. Though something tells her that she's about to feel a lot worse by the end of whatever he has in store for her.

For a moment, y/n wonders why on earth she had that phone call even with just the risk of Lando overhearing it. She should've known that he would do something like this. Set himself a mission of making up lost time and more. Though at the time she had been confident Lando was occupied.

How she's gone from complaining about no sex to feeling nervous about whether she can handle sex.

"I don't want your hands to move from that window. Ok?" Lando questions making her head drop. "Y/n?"

"Ok. I'll keep my hands on the window."

"Good girl."

Fuck. Is this man trying to make a waterfall from her pussy?

"You know one day I'd love to see if I could just make you cum from not even touching you." Lando states then pushing a finger into her, not entirely with warning but she moans at the feeling.

"Lando..."

Another finger and the expert locating of her g-spot has her knees forcing her to keep some energy reserved for not collapsing before he's even got his dick in her.

He's asking a lot of her to stay upright to say the least. But she definitely feels completely at his mercy.

Thankfully she gets lost in the overwhelming pleasure that's building and her body seems to take care of the rest when it comes to not completely crumpling to the floor.

The idea of being spotted is already forgotten about, but really just as she's about to surrender to the orgasm. Suddenly Lando is gone.

"What?" Y/n chokes outgoing to stand up.

"Hands on the window, baby. Keep them there." Lando reminds making her realise him stopping was intentional.

"I was close."

"I know."

Oh the smirk is audible. He's loving this.

"Really?" Y/n groans feeling the fizzle of her previously building orgasm diminish by the second.

He seems to time it to perfection in making sure that his fingers are back inside her, now with his thumb pushing on her clit making her body shudder and her gaze finally catches outside again, the remembered knowledge than anyone could be watching making her tense a little.

The feeling of her clit being pressed on is sending a quicker buzz around her body and building her towards orgasm again. She feels the beginning just on the brink, a mere second away before she is stripped of his touch again.

"No. Lando please. Please. I want to cum." Y/n splutters out desperately while he shushes her with a soothing stroke up and down her upper thigh. She didn't even realise how desperate she was till he stopped yet again.

"You're not cumming till I've got you wrapped around me, baby."

Y/n tries to even her breathing from his words and hope that he's about to give her exactly what he's talking about.

"You know I am going to let you get you down on your knees."

"Wha-"

"I want you to sit on my face baby." Lando smirks making her look back.

"Where?" Y/n chokes out watching him raise eyebrow. "In-In front of the window?"

Lando smirks as he lies himself down between her legs, smirking up at her while she looks down at him. She's almost certain she's on the verge of drooling on him.

"Come on baby, I want a taste of you properly." Lando states tapping the back of her knee. "And I still want your hands on the window."

Y/n already has to remind herself that her orgasm isn't coming while sitting on his face unless she can focus enough to give herself the hurry up in a way that Lando won't stop her from getting away with it.

She drops down to her knees, no stranger to sitting on his face and the moment his tongue is lapping her up. Keeping her hands on the window proves to be harder than expected with her no longer relying on it to keep herself up.

"F-fuck, Lando." Y/n moans shamelessly grinding down on him.

Y/n is certainly that she's already addicted to Lando like a fiend for any sexual attention he'll give her.

Caught up in the moment of being completely desperate for an orgasm. Y/n feels her climax building up yet again and for a moment she wonders if Lando is pussy drunk enough to forget his intentions but when she quivers on his tongue with a dead give away of her nearing euphoria.

Now if there's one area of an F1 driver to never doubt the muscle of. It's their neck.

Y/n squeals when she is launched back when Lando's upper sits upright.

"Fuck, Lando! I want to cum. Please!" Y/n whines about ready to stomp her foot or maybe just fully shed tears.

"I told you-"

"But...I can cum multiple times that's the beauty of being a woman."

She might go insane.

"Climb on baby." Lando instructs looking so beyond amusement. Though she has to swallow thickly when she notices the wetness of his face glistening in the sun lightly.

"It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing. Stand up I want your hands on the window." Lando states making her bite her lip before she stands up and he gets up from the floor ditching the last of his own clothing.

When she feels his fingers teasing at her again she's about ready to beg with tears if that's what she has to resort to.

But when he finally thrusts into her, the sheer pressure of being so full and relief feels as if it's actually just shifted the axis of the planet. His hands hold her waist which might just be the only thing keeping her upright because she's sure her legs gave out without her even really being aware of it.

"Fuck." Y/n whimpers as he starts moving and her head drops to rest on her bicep. Somehow she kept her hands up on the window and didn't just crash forward onto the window with her whole upper body.

"Don't crash out on me now, baby." Lando grunts while she feels her body centring all it's energy into chasing the long awaited orgasm.

Maybe to no surprise, she completely falls apart on him within a couple minutes. The orgasm feels like it's shaking the whole building but mainly just because Lando doesn't let up at all.

She can hear her voice chanting Lando's name like a prayer, but by the time she's back down to earth. Her body feels loose and flimsy from having tensed so hard then relaxed so much.

It really feels like it takes no time at all really for another orgasm to be building up, especially when Lando pushes her forward so she's more upright and closer to the window as his hand moves around to pinch at her clit, her jaw drops and a moan that has to have been heard beyond their room.

Y/n is seeing stars when the orgasm rips through her body, falling forward completely onto the window. Bless the poor person who has to clean this window but she triggers Lando's orgasm which honestly almost retriggers her second orgasm, or maybe it triggers a third either way her body is doing everything to get every drop of cum from him.

Lando slides out of her before picking her up, knowing her limbs are currently useless.

"Ok, baby. Alright." Lando soothes while she is has completely zoned out. "I'll be right back."

"Ok." Y/n murmurs forcing herself out of her headspace.

Lando returns with a cloth and cleans up the cum leaking back out of her.

"Ok, sweetheart." Lando smiles while she clears her throat as he pulls her to sit up a little before tipping some water for her to drink. "You lost a lot of fluids baby."

"I need a fucking shower..."

"We'll give you some recovery time first. I think if we test your legs right now, I'll just be carrying you into the bathroom." Lando smirks then tilting. "Especially when I'm fully intending to fuck you again before the end of the day."

"God, I think I'll be sick." Y/n mumbles before she sighs. "I know I said I wanted to have sex but if every time is going to be like that. I think I might need to start eating before we have sex. Like have something at the ready so I have more energy to burn off."

"Sounds like a plan. It might always be like that...I had fun."

"I'm sure you did." Y/n states before taking the bottle and chugging the rest of it before she lies flat on the bed. "I think you broke me. My body feels like...rough."

"That was the goal. Maybe I'll go easier on your next time. If you're good." Lando smirks then leaning over and kissing her softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I'm going to make sure you never feel like you need to redeem yourself again. I will be making sure that we have sex at least twice weekly unless you are in a different country."

"In which case, when I see you again. I'll do more than just repeat this." Lando hums before he reaches a hand up and gently holds her throat to pull her in for a heavy but gentle kiss.

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₃The Cameragirl³ || snc

After a cheeky reply you might've regretted, you end up dragged into the office to have a little... talk.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (both ways), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, alcohol consumption, no mention of Y/n

a/n: you asked, i delivered.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You thought about how lucky it was for the room to be soundproof, glad that nobody will hear your screams. Although... it would be quite pleasant to let everyone know how they please you, how they touch you like nobody else.

The way you know only them could do it.

You didnt expect this to be the way you'd be doing your cardio, but it seemed destiny had some other plans.

[hours before]

You were basically shaking as they took you back onto the office, the thought of them asking about your stupid comments instead of going with the flow like they always did.

It was too obvious to be jokingly flirting this time, and they noticed.

And you were scared shitless.

You didn't know if they would genuinely go ahead with it or maybe let you know they're not interested, which made your stomach growl in response to your anxiety.

Well, to your hunger as well. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

They just got to sit you down on the table before listening to your poor stomach. They laughed.

"Right. You just woke up." Sam said as you shamelessly nodded your head out of embarrassment. "Then let us eat before talking it out. Wouldn't like for you to pass out on us."

"Come on, then." Colby continued, extending an arm to you, which you cheekishly ignored and stood up from the table wilst puffing your cheeks out. "Giving me an attitude? Yikes." He laughed.

"Didn't even help me out when I was stuck in Sam's arms? Yikes." You replied, walking out of the room. You could hear their chuckles before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Heating yourself something to eat, they reluctantly got closer and sighed. "Hey, uh... we need to leave right now. There's this person we have to meet for another haunted place and this is the only time they have available. We completely forgot." Colby explained to you, looking back at his phone, guessing it was the message he received.

"Oh, okay. I'll be here, then." You said, giving him a side look before continuing making your food.

"You don't wanna come with us?" Sam asked.

"I wanna eat?"

"Right, right... well, we'll talk later, then. Don't think you're still safe." Sam smiled at you before walking away with Colby.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but when they left, you let out a big sigh you've been restraining.

You were safe, for now at least. While thinking of a way to try and avoid the topic all together, you got a message. It was a mutual friend of yours, asking you to come to a party.

Quickly agreeing at the false sense of hope you received, she told you that the boys were also invited. She also agreed upon picking you up beforehand, since you weren't really going to do anything anyways so being early and prepping everything up was also a nice way to keep your mind out of the gutter.

After eating, you basically had the whole day for yourself, so you might as well prepare yourself earlier.

Thinking about them, you thought cautiosly about what to wear.

And honestly?

You felt like you needed to push their buttons a little bit more tonight. Yeah, whatever happened a few minutes ago made you a blushing mess, but at the same time, boy... the adrenaline you got from it sure was fun.

Then again, you guys weren't exactly together... so what's wrong with wearing something a bit more... revealing?

And so, it was decided. Searching throughout your closet, you found a short dress that fit your criteria for the night. With a slit through the back that went down to heaven and short slits on the side, making your thighs almost pop out.

It wasn't something you usually wore. Heck, you forgot you had it for all you remembered, but it looked so good in your skin that you just had to use it.

A couple of hours passed by and you were already at the party, getting things ready before some people started coming through. It didn't take long before the place began crowding with people.

The host, your friend, has been under the influence even before it all began. You were starting to get a bit tipsy yourself, getting loose at the dance floor whenever a good song started playing.

"Hey, quick question." Your friend yelled at you. "Where's Sam and Colby? They said they were busy and didn't know if they were gonna come." She explained. Looking at her with confusion, you then remembered.

"Oh! They're talking to someone for their next investigation, that's why." Unbeknownst to you, you were merely half right. Yes, they were talking with someone about their next location, but they also denied due to other reasons involving you.

Thinking about it, you believed they weren't going to arrive at the party, therefore, you were somewhat down at the thought. You wanted to tease them tonight, but it seems that your plan wasn't going to happen.

It didn't step you away from having fun, though. Drinking, dancing, talking with friends... it was a good time. That is, until a random dude you've never seen in your life started approaching.

Disinterest in your eyes was visible, but the guy seemingly ignored it completely and kept making the cringiest remarks you've heard in your life.

He tried to get closer to you, reaching out to your waist before you could try and run away.

Your heart racing at a thousand per hour, his hands were rough, almost certain that there might leave a mark on your fragile skin.

"Won'tcha come with me tonight, 'lil mama?" He smirked, holding you tight and close to him, making you almost puke.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You tried to scream, tried to push him away but to no use. You were still weak from your recent investigation after all.

"Now, come on. Don't do this to me, honey." Holding your chin on place, he made you look at him. "I can make you feel really g-"

"Back off dude, she's taken." You heard a familiar voice before finally setting free from his grasp. Colby was the first one you saw, taking off the guys arms from you.

Another set of hands held you softly by the waist, pulling you closer, away from him. Sam. You looked up at his face, he seemed mad.

He looked at you, now worry in his blue eyes. "You alright?" He asked softly in your ear, holding one of your hands to try and comfort you. You nodded quickly, glad that you've been saved once again.

Looking back at the guy, Colby was pushing him away. A determined stare down from his side, making the guy that was trying to gain your attention chuckle.

"Where were you, huh? When she was having fun all alone in the middle of the room? You're just tryna pull her off as well. You dipshits are nobody." He snarled back at Colby, annoyance in both their faces.

"We're not gonna let shits like you touch our girl, understand?"

You could barely hear what they were saying due to the loud music from every side, but you surely heard that last part.

Their girl? What did that even mean?

A visible smirk on Colby's lips when he turned around to look at Sam. You didn't think the next set of actions were the respond to this childish kids play, but you could feel Sam's soft hands on your chin, making you look at him and his lips interlocked with yours in an instant.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, what was happening?

Was there a faucet running? Cause boy you were dripping wet. These men were driving you crazy.

You caught a glimpse of the now pissed guy walking off before Sam could pull away. When he eventually did, you looked at his smiling face for a second before reality hit you like a truck.

Your face flushed with a red tint on your cheeks. Looking back at Colby who was walking closer towards you, both of them now towering over you.

"I-I thought you guys weren't gonna make it?" You asked, genuinely confused now that you remembered your friend vividly explaining they were busy.

"We weren't, but our plans for the night switched places." Colby smirked at you, making Sam laugh at the remark, even more with your confused face.

You didn't understood at the time, but their plans were supposed to be you. "We finished earlier than expected, but then when we got home you weren't there." Sam explained. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, she told me to come here early to help her out, so..."

"Ah, so you've been here for longer?" Colby asked, putting his hand on the slit on your back. "I guess I can't blame the guy, such a revealing outfit for so many hours..." He continued, slowly caressing your back with his hand, moving his hand down your bare skin. "I don't think I'd be able to hold it on a minute longer if I were him."

Shivers went throughout your whole body after listening to his words. "So if you didn't know we were coming, did you put this on for everyone else to see?" Sam asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I'm a bit jealous."

Your lip was quivering. The plan was to flirt back and tease them if they eventually came, but right now, you were speechless. The touch of their hands making your legs weak and shaky. A sudden hand up the side slit of your dress from Sam caught you slightly off guard, caressing your hip softly.

"Showing this much skin... Is this dress yours? Why have we never seen it before?" He asked.

"I don't.. I-I don't use it often." You managed to reply before panting at the constant feeling of getting touched by them. The adrenaline of someone possibly seeing what they were up to with you was nerve racking.

"We'll make you use it more often then, but only for us." Colby whispered, holding your ass and making you let out a soft moan. "We might as well have to find another place to chat more comfortably, what do you think, Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded.

Holding your hand tighter, he started walking away from the croud and into a random room from your friend's house. Closing the door, they noticed the music was barely heard. "Soundproof?" Sam asked.

"Seems like it."

"Most her rooms are..." You explained, making them look at eachother with a smirk before looking back at you.

"Good. You won't have to worry about screaming our names too loudly tonight then." Sam said.

"W-wha-" You could barely manage to say before Colby lifted you up and walked you to the bed.

Sitting you down, you looked up at them towering over you again.

"You're not escaping us tonight. You know that, right?" Colby began, crossing his arms.

"We're gonna have that... talk. Right now if we need to." Sam said, making you gulp.

"Can the talk be a bit more... dynamic?" You opened your legs slightly, which made them smirk.

"It was going to be from the start, sweetheart." Colby said with a deep tone, putting his hand on the insides of your thighs, quickly getting his hand closer to your heat. You sighed when you felt it, Sam fixing your hair behind your ear before getting closer to your face for another kiss.

While you kissed back, your legs closed a bit by instinct when you felt him playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties. "She's so wet, Sam." He informed, making Sam chuckle in the middle of the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper inside when you opened your mouth.

They made you lie down on the bed while your heated make out session with Sam didn't give you a second to even breathe. You moaned slightly when you felt your legs being pushed apart.

Sam slowly pulled down your dress, leaving your boobs out in the open, he separated from your lips and sighed. "No bra or anything, it almost seems like she was expecting us to fuck her." He said, pulling back only to see your whole view. "Fuck." He whispered.

Colby took off your damped panties and threw them to the floor, pushing up the skirt of your dress to have a clear view of your pussy.

You could see him licking and biting his lips while admiring the view. While sam went back to your soft, tasty lips, he began kneeding one of your breasts, playing with your nipple. You whined at the feeling, your heart racing at the touch.

Not a minute later, you could feel your legs being slightly lifted and a tongue licking your pussy, making you moan in between the kiss, letting Sam's tongue slip back in once again.

Shaking, you could feel Colby's tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

Sam separated from your lips and started giving you wet kisses around your face, slowly descending through your neck and onto your boobs, nibbling at your skin before making its way towars your nipple.

Sucking at it, you moaned softly and held onto his hair for support, while Colby kept on sucking and pushing his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch he's able to.

While Sam started sucking and licking one of your nipples, he made sure you were kept entertained. Putting two of his fingers inside your mouth for you to lick, you began sucking on them while drowning the moans in between.

From all of the stimulation, it didn't take long for you to cum all over Colby's face. He cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure to look at your erotic expressions whilst having Sam's fingers in your mouth, drooling all over them.

They both separated from you. You were filled with a sense of loss for a moment, but nothing that was going to stay for long. Sam sat behind you, making sure you lied your back on his chest while holding one of your breasts and opening up your legs.

Colby, enjoying the view, waited patiently for his friend to make you feel good. "Let's make sure you can suck us up well, yeah?" Said Sam while slowly moving the hand he had in your mouth down to your pussy.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he teased for a moment before pushing inside of you, making you moan and pull back your head on his shoulder.

One finger, then two, then three.

He stretched you up good while Colby was busy taking off his pants and looking at everything his eyes could manage from the view.

"Make sure Colby can see your pretty face." Sam whispered, thrusting quickly with his fingers. You could feel his bulge quickly rising behind you, poking your back.

You did as told, looking at Colby in the eyes while moaning and whining, your legs shaking at the feeling of being stretched out. "Colby... fuck. I need you."

"What do you need, baby?" He asked seductively, putting out his dick while you moaned at Sam's teeth biting onto your skin.

"You.. your dick... please." You whined.

"You want him to also make you feel good?" Sam asked while squishing one of your boobs and you nodded rapidly.

"Yeah. Yeah, please. Oh, fuck. Please." Pleading in such an erotic way, they couldn't just say no. Sam's fingers left you right before you were on the edge of yet another orgasm, but it didn't take long for something even better to take its place.

Colby's tip was slowly pushing in, making sure to not hurt you. You opened your mouth, taking out your tongue as the feeling was euphoric. He got closer and sucked on it before kissing you.

When he was completely inside, he began thrusting slowly but surely. Quickly speeding up when he felt you were already getting used to his length.

Moaning his name out, you looked back at Sam and whined for him as well, touching his erection from behind you, making him grunt. "Sam. Take... take it out." You panted in between moans.

And he did as told, quickly pulling out his dick while getting on his knees so that you could quickly hold it and put it inside your hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck." He let out when he felt your tongue up his friend.

You were quick to put it inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while getting railed up by Colby. The vibration of your moans sent shivers down Sam's spine. Holding your head up for support, he began thrusting inside your mouth as well.

It was a dream come true, you were on cloud 9, almost fainting at the pleasure you were receiving from both ends.

You didn't take long to cum, neither did them. After all, those teasing were killing them as well, they were just trying to hold it long enough for you to release yourself first.

You gulped down Sam's juices before pulling out, panting when he did. You were beat. If you barely had any strength before due to the recent investigation, now you were sure of it.

They made sure to clean you up before fixing your dress, giving you kisses all over your body, looking at the now visible hickeys all over your skin. "Gotta let people know you're taken. We can't have what happened before again." Colby whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Breathing heavily, you nodded at them, not even entirely sure what you were agreeing upon.

"Well, that was a nice chat, was it not?" Sam said, smiling at your wobbly self.

"It really was, glad we could clear things up, right?" Colby continued. "I mean, I'm guessing you understand what we meant, right?"

You looked at him, getting your breath back together, smiling. "That you're my boys?" You asked, "Or maybe you have to explain it all over again, maybe I didn't understand what you meant."

They looked at eachother, smirking. "Then let us explain it again."

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"come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, i'm feelin' romantical."

thank you so much for reading <3 //also last part isn't a cliffhanger, we all know they went for round two, the end

smol taglist from those that wanted pt 3 *(sorry if you didn't want to be tagged): @oh-prettylady @lemonnightmare @honey-bees-13 @jupiter1700

~nikkõ

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[harrystylesfan2686]

Alone Part 2

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader finally has someone's attention but at what cost...

Warnings: Minor Mentions of self harm

A/N: thank you so much everyone who read and loved Alone! I love you all so much!!! Hope you like this🫶 Also! Here's a surprise for the readers who did not want Azriel as endgame😏

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It has been three days since your last mission, the very mission that got you hurt and made you realize just how fucked your head is. Three days since you left the fight that left you with a big tear at your waist which will most definitely leave a scar.

It's half healed already, so is the cut you gave yourself but you didn't realize how deep you hurt yourself because it's left a thin white line that's fully healed but can be easily recognized.

You are preparing to go to a high lord meeting. When Rhys informed you of this, you thought of protesting but then agreed to go at the end because not going would cause unwanted attention from everyone else.

You are currently in your bathroom, trying to replace the bandage thats been drenched in your blood, it's on the edge of leaking out. You hiss in pain while unwrapping the gauze, it shouldn't hurt this bad. And it should be healed until now, shouldnt it? Though you weren't sure about that.

You made sure to remove you dagger and put it out of reach while removing your shirt before, after all you didn't want unnecessary temptations distracting you as you were ordered to leave in the next fifteen minutes.

While you were focused on your task at hand, you didn't realize soon enough, that someone had walked in on you. You hear somebody inhale loud enough for your ears to catch and freeze. Your eyes snap to the mirror in front of you, catching the reflection of the shadowsinger looking at you with wide eyes.

"What the hell happened to you?" His face filled with worry and horror. You open your mouth to reply but can't think of anything as you watch him in shock.

Why is he so worried for you?

"What–," His hand rises as if to touch you but you turn around to face him and take a step back, the back of your thighs stop against the sink. The movement causing a jab of pain from you injury and you wince.

"What are you doing?" You finally say.

"What– I'm asking you. What happened to you?" He exclaimed, his eyes surveying you from head to toe. You are at a loss of words, you've never seen Azriel without his calm exterior, seeing him so, unhinged, has put you off gaurd.

He called out you name again but you don't answer. "For fucks sake, you're bleeding." He goes around you to take the clean cotton and gauze, you are still so strattled that you don't protest at all when he kneels and puts a hand on the right side of your waist and holds the piece of cotton to your wound, taking the other hand and wrapping the gauze around you waist, attaching the bandage tight enough and wiping the blood that came out with a cloth.

You're still watching him with wide eyes as he stands and catches your eyes. You are suddenly very aware of how close you both are standing, facing him in nothing but an underwear covering your chest. You clear your throat.

"What happened to you? Please tell me." His voice suddenly so soft, all the anger leaving his body.

"I– I got hurt in my last mission."

His eyebrows meet, "When?"

"Three days ago." You answer and he frowns.

"How and why didn't you tell anyone?"

You scoff, finally gaining your sense as you glare up at him. "Like you would've cared."

His eyes flash with hurt, "of course I would've cared. You got so deeply hurt that you still haven't healed in three days, how would I have not cared? Why would you think that?"

"Why would I think that?" You mock his words, your anger slowly rising with each second. "I think that because you've made it very clear that you don't care. That none of you care. Of course I wouldn't tell you, you never listen!" You practically yell at his face.

"What makes you think that?"

"You! All of you! You never listen to me. You never ask. You don't even care if I'm with you or not. You are all too busy with your friends to even notice if I'm in the room! I haven't been you any of you in months and none of you have even asked me why I've distant myself!"

"I don't know about others but I haven't asked you that because I thought you didn't like being with us anymore. I thought you didn't want us anymore. I was respecting your choices." His voice hurt.

You clench your fingers to the counter behind you so that you don't accidentally punch his stupid face in anger, though the idea sounds tempting.

"Respecting my choice? You have been glued to Elain the second she walked in our lives, ignoring me every time I tried to make a conversation and when I finally accept that you don't like my company anymore, you don't even try to voice your feelings and you think you were respecting my choice!"

He has the nerve to look heartbroken. Gods you want the beat the hurt out of him.

"I got close to Elain because I thought you didn't want me. At least not the way I want you." He avoids your eyes. "I've cared for you from the moment I've met you. I thought you didn't prefer my company so I distracted myself from my feelings and went to elain instead but then I realized that I'll always want you, Y/N." He finally meets your eyes, begging you silently to understand him.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to calmed down and gaze at him.

"Alright, if what youre saying is true then why are you telling me this now? Why not before?" The look you level him with scares him to the core.

"I was an idiot. I'm truly very sorry. I thought you'd never want me. I was wrong I admit, but please give me one chance to show that I truly love you." He pleads.

You flinch, "Love me?"

"I do. I love you. I always have." He dares to put a hand on your cheek.

"It took you seeing me hurt to admit that you have feelings for me?" You scoff and rip his hand off of you.

"Y/N, please." He begs, taking your hand in his, "I am a morron for hurting your feelings. You're right, it did take me seeing you hurt to admit my love for you and I am so sorry. But please, dont push me away, please give me one chance to show you just how much I love you. I can not see you hurt again."

The tears in his eyes leaves you dumbstruck. Maybe he is telling the truth. Maybe he does have feelings for you.

"I-," You try to protest but he beats you saying,"Please, one chance is all I want. Just one to show you that I really care for you. I promise you I will never hurt you again."

You swallow a lump. You are sure an idiot to even consider agreeing to this but would it really be that bad? Haven't you always wanted love? Haven't you always wanted someone to love you, to care for you with everything they have? This is it. Azriel is standing here, in front of you, promising you the happy ending you've always wished for, he should get at least one chance to redeem himself, right?

"Ok." You whisper. His eyes widen and his face splits into a huge smile.

"Thank you. I promise you, I'll show you I'm worthy of you." He kisses your forehead and wraps an arm around you. "And I've just told Rhysand we aren't going." Your eyes widen.

"Azriel–,"

"Don't. Please just let me take care of you right now." He pleads resting his head to your shoulder and breathing in your scent.

You sigh and finally hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist, wondering if you've made the best decision in your life or the worst.

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[strawberryfairi]

Gurlllll, the choso fic....more please!!!! 🥵🥵🥵

Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader Part 2

A short, sexy thirst (with a little more plot this time)💦 Choso's eager to give you better than your ex could...

↳ A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ask and u shall receive...I been cookin'🫡 I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first💚

Part 1

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It's been two days since your breakup...and since your neighbor Choso went and blew your mind in your bed.

You really weren't sure what to do from here. He'd made it clear his intentions with you, which now that you think about it, was very fitting with his usual sweet and considerate character. It's just...you wanted to make the right choice, and you weren't sure what that right choice even was.

Flashback 2 Night Ago

You were laid on your bed next to him, completely exhausted and beyond satisfied. Choso was careful with you, not wanting to come on too strong yet still wanted-no needed for you to understand what this had meant to him. So he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his palm as he looks down at you.

"I uhh...I don't want you to think I was just using you while you were vulnerable. I really meant everything I said, and I-..." He trails off nervously, looking to the side for a moment before steeling himself. "I don't want this to have been just a regular one night stand, and..if you want, I could maybe take you out to dinner some time?" He finishes, looking you in the eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.

You heart strings pulled in your chest. It was just so much happening in one day. It's not like you weren't flattered or anything it's just...everything's moving so damn fast.

It had only been just a few hours ago that you'd found your boyfriend with a whole other woman, sloppily kissing each other in his car. Now you're with someone else already too, having had such amazing sex and now he's telling you he basically wants more.

"I...don't know what to say." You murmur hesitantly.

"No no, you don't have to say anything!" He blurts out, placing a hand on your bare shoulder.

"I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you. I think you're really beautiful, and I wanna get to know you more." He adds, giving you the most cutest nervous smile you've ever seen.

It makes a smile of your own creep across your lips. "Thank you, Choso. You're really sweet." Leaning over, you plant a soft kiss on his rosy cheek, unintentionally giggling at the goofy-lovestruck look on his face.

"Will you think about it? About me taking you out?" He asks, eyes sparkling hopefully.

It was almost shocking how nervous he is when just a bit ago he seemed so confident, so self-assured. Right now he's damn near reminding you of a puppy.

"Yeah. I will."

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The Present

The morning after your night with Choso, he'd placed his number on a small piece of paper, leaving it on the night stand on your side of the bed.

Now, two days later, you still haven't touched it.

It seemed like the right decision, just don't touch it so you could give yourself time to actually process your break up. This wasn't just any old, cutesy relationship, you were in love. For the first time you'd actually think and think realistically about possibly spending your life with someone. The two of you planned a future together, and though it terrified you to think about it, at the end of the day you were dating to marry.

Choso's just a neighbor, an attractive neighbor, but...you just weren't sure if it was a good idea to be around him. But even so it wasn't like you could avoid him very well, the dude lives directly across from you.

The morning after was so awkward. The two of you ran into each other in the parking lot, both getting ready to head off and start the day. He always goes to work in the morning, and you like to do work at your favorite cafe just a few minutes from the apartment.

Neither of you seemed sure about what to say to each other, so you just opted for a simple smile and wave.

The entire day you tried to just get your mind off of both guys, yet it didn't go very well.

One hour you'd be crying angrily over your piece of crap ex boyfriend in the public bathroom stall, then you'd be getting those random flashbacks to being with Choso, stomach flipping and heart fluttering.

By the end of the day you couldn't take it. Weighing the pros and cons, you figured you'd might as well just try one date, and if things don't go well then that's that.

It's nearly eleven p.m., around the time you knew Choso gets back to his apartment from his workout. You'd timed it perfectly, rushing over to your front door and poking your head out. There he was in his gym clothes, a black compression shirt paired with dark grey sweatpants. His hair was up in his usual hairstyle, those cute spiky looking buns that really matches with his overall vibe.

"Choso!" You call out to him just before he could turn the doorknob.

Instantly he stops, turning back towards you with his brows raised in surprise. "H-hey."

"I'm really sorry I never called or texted you, I just had to think. But-..but I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. I wanna get to know you more too." You admit, cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment.

For a moment he doesn't say anything, making your heart sink to your feet, worried that maybe he'd moved on from you already. "Am I..too late?"

"No not at all! I was just surprised. I honestly thought you didn't want to go out with me." He chuckles nervously, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.

"No I do! I definitely do." You giggle.

"Are you free Friday night? I could pick you up at seven?" He suggests with a soft tone.

"Yeah, that's perfect! Should I dress pretty nice or...-

"You always dress nice, don't worry about it." He compliments flirtatiously.

"I'll see you then."

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Friday Evening

The two of you stand there outside of your respective homes, eyes trailing over each other.

Choso looks...gorgeous. He's got his hair out from his usual style, down and brushed back out of his face. His outfit is a black, slightly ripped sweater, the neckline hanging low enough to show his prominent collarbones, paired with black cargo pants. A silver chain hang around his neck, along with two rings on each pointer and ring finger on both hands.

Your outfits were polar opposites, you being more of a bright color lover since it pops so well against your skin.

You were wearing a light blue, form fitting midi dress, your hair in a simple updo with drop earrings. A pair of white heels, and a silver sparkly purse completed your look.

"You look beautiful." He states softly, closing the door to his apartment.

"Thank you, you look really nice yourself." You compliment with a bashful laugh.

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Choso ended up taking you out to a fairly nice Italian restaurant further into the city, with dim lighting, and top notch servers.

It was a pleasant surprise how easy he was to talk to, you could go on and on about anything and everything with each other, and he loved to ask you questions about yourself. It almost made you feel bad as sometimes it seemed it was mostly you sharing things about yourself. It was sweet though, as it showed just how eager he was to get to know you.

You learned he's an eldest brother, with a younger sibling named Yuji who likes to comes to visit him every now and then. It didn't take long to realize he's a very family-oriented kind of guy, but it made sense with his overall personality. The guy's so compassionate and thoughtful, of course he'd be the family first type. You loved it about him though, he talked about his brother like he was his entire world.

The night had gone by just a bit too fast in your opinion, even though you guys were at that restaurant for nearly two hours, then spent another three just leisurely walking around the city afterwards.

There wasn't a single moment with Choso that you didn't like, and he was such a gentleman. He never let you walk around without your arm linked with his, and he made sure you were always walking on the inside of every sidewalk. It was disappointing when you both came back to the apartment building, if you could, you'd just stay out with him talking the entire night.

"I really had a lot of fun with you, Choso. If you want, I-..I'd definitely be down to do this again." You suggest shyly, eyes looking down at your hands clasping around your little sparkly purse.

"Me too, and I would." He smiles cutely. You look up at him, relief and excitement flashing across your face. "Goodnight." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture. He gives you one last smile before reaching for his keys, unlocking his apartment and heading inside.

You're frozen in the corridor chewing the inside of your cheek as you inwardly debate your uncharacteristically bold next move.

"W-wait!" You mutter abruptly, grabbing his free hand just before he left out of sight.

"I-...would you wanna...come over?" You ask shyly. You couldn't even look up at him you were so nervous, hoping you weren't coming across thirsty.

Choso's brows raise slightly in surprise. "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to."

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, smiling wide in excitement as you go into your purse and grab your keys.

1 Hour Later

Choso's large hands glide down to your upper back, pressing you further into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind. Tears quickly form in the corner's of your eyes, gripping the sheets with everything you have.

"Ch-choso! Fuuuck!" You wail loudly, feeling your body start shaking all over again. One thing about sex with Choso is he'll have you losing count of how many times you cum for sure. He's like an orgasm addict, building you up and watching you fall apart on him over and over.

"Cum for me pretty baby." He coos lowly, watching those cute little tears of ecstasy stream down your cheeks.

"Aaaah! Ah!" Your whimpers mix perfectly with the sounds of your sloppy wet pussy coating his length with yet another layer of cum.

"That's it, there it is." He groans, keeping his strokes steady and precise.

You're so fucked out at this point your mind is completely fogged. This position he has you in doesn't make it any easier, completely at the mercy of his skillful, long thrusts, reaching so deep inside you.

"You feel so gooood! Oh my god!" You cry, loving the way his hips snap into yours. For the entire night your ex was long gone as if he never even existed. The only clear thing your mind could focus on was Choso and Choso only.

"Uhhuh, you love this dick, baby?" He murmurs lowly.

"I love it! I love it!" You repeat over and over desperately between your whimpers and cries.

It was already too much, and you were surprised you hadn't tapped out by now, pleading for him to stop. But you couldn't get enough, not nearly enough. So you took everything he graciously gave to you.

Choso slows his thrusts down just a bit, wanting to savor every inch of him that drags back and forth in your tight, slippery walls. "This pussy's so good. I can't stop fucking you." He purrs sensually.

And he stood on that too...

He gave you back shots as long as he wanted, just to pull out and fuck you with his tongue, making you cum on it before he slides his big dick right back inside.

Somehow tonight was even better than the first time with him, and now that he's learned what you like he uses every little technique, determined on mastering it.

"I like you baby; wanna be yours." He admits softly. He's got a tight hold on your hips, laid out on your stomach as he drives his thick length into you. You let out a long, drawn out moan in response, way too overstimulated to form words anymore.

Choso knew you weren't fully aware of just how much he likes you. He knew you didn't click to the way he's always looked at you. To be honest, he always felt like he was better than your ex, he knew he could do so much better. He wants to show you what it's really like to be loved by someone, and now that he has a chance he damn sure wasn't about to go and waste it.

He's gonna pursue you, take you out on as many dates as he needs to, kiss and fuck you with everything he has, all so it's crystal clear that he wants to be more than just your sweet little neighbor across the way.

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[observeowl]

Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 2 - Getting to know each other

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Other than your family and hers, it wasn't that bad of a wedding. However, there were lots of interactions and formalities to be done which made you feel drained out once you entered her home.

You waited for 3 years to marry Marcus, and in the end, you married someone else.

You sat on the bed, reflecting on what happened today. You got married to a woman you met barely a month ago and have little to no interaction with. "What are you thinking about?" Romanoff entered the room unannounced, making you jump. "Nothing, just family."

"Don't worry about them, I have already taken care of everything." She said it so easily like it's something she does often. "You don't like my family, why did you agree to help them?" You asked. You can't imagine he was going to marry Stephanie willingly. "This was arranged by my family. Not me. But, you're an exception."

Natasha Romanoff, the most powerful woman in the city, is now at the mercy of her family.

"You don't have to care about Romanoff's or Y/L/N's. All you need to do is to be yourself."

Rumour has it that she became more brutal and cold-blooded in the business world after becoming disabled. No one dared to be close to her. After becoming disabled, those rich and famous people are reluctant to marry her anymore... But her eyes... are very attractive.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and said that you were going to take the first bath while anxiously leaving. Natasha only smirked, taking out her phone from her pockets and told her men to keep an eye on Y/L/N's family.

You told yourself you were going to take back that video from Stephanie no matter what. When you were done, you figured you might as well fill the tub for her so she could relax in it for a while. Seeing as she could handle herself, you went to settle the sleeping situation. There was only one bed in the room. You tried searching for some sleeping equipment and eventually found a cover you could use. However, it was at the topmost section and you were barely touching it when Natasha came out. "Are you afraid of cold?" You curse her ability to remain silent as the cover falls on you. "No. I'm going to the guest room." You said as she gathered everything. "We are already married. No need to be ashamed."

"That... that was an accident!" You couldn't even bear to look into her eyes as you remembered the embarrassing moment. "Brooke will clean up the room tomorrow. Just bear with me for tonight. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

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You woke up the next morning and Natasha was already gone. Your phone rang in your bag and you rushed to get it before it hung up. "Y/N, do you wish to take back your video?" Just hearing her voice made your day turn sour. "Stephanie! What do you want do you mean? I have already married to Natasha Romanoff. What do you still want me to do?"

"Don't worry. Haven't I told you that I would give it to you? I'll send the original copy since the video has no meaning to me. Whether you believe it or not. I have already deleted the rest of the copies."

You checked the message she sent and you have no idea if both you and Romanoff were drugged when she got this video. How in the world did she get Natasha to have sex with you? "What are you looking at so focused?" Her voice came out of nowhere and your phone slipped out of your hands towards her. Naturally, she went to pick it up and you got it back just in time before she saw anything, hopefully.

"Good morning Mrs Romanoff." The kind-looking middle-aged lady whom you assume is Brooke, greeted you. "Just call me Y/N is fine."

"Alright. What do you like to eat? I can cook different things for you every day." There were already eggs and toast on the table as she brought your tea. "Thank you, Brooke. Has Natasha eaten?" You asked. "Miss has not eaten yet." She replied. "Then I will bring it to her later."

"We're so happy that Miss has married a beautiful and caring person." It made your cheeks flush and you stood up from the table. "Well... I'm full, I'll bring her food upstairs now."

You wondered why you were so initiative as you brought the tray up. You could have left her to her own device. There were people to serve her, why did you offer to do it? You knocked on the door before entering. "I heard you haven't eaten so I brought your food." You said as you set it on the table near her. There was an awkward silence as no one moved or said anything. "I'll- I'll head out first."

You rushed down the stairs past Brooke as you felt your heartbeat rising. She asked if there was anything wrong but you said there was nothing before running away. Brooke thought it was weird and went up to check on Miss Romanoff. But she was already dressed and ready for a day in the office.

Clint knocked on the door and entered, ready to collect Natasha and begin the journey. "Y/N has sent her resume to a magazine publisher owned by the Stark family and has an interview later." He reported. "Stark family?" She repeated. "Do I need to inform them first?" Clint asked. "No need, there's nothing to worry about."

Natasha, Clint and you were sharing a car when you asked about her knowledge of your interview at Stark News. "Brooke told me." She said casually as she was typing on her laptop. She wastes no time and continues to work even during travelling time. "Oh... Um... thank you for sending me."

"What did you say?" She finally turned and faced you. "Thank you... for sending me?" There has to be something within the sentence as she closed her laptop with a slam and told you to get out of the car. You question if you heard that correctly, but she only repeated what she said and told you to get there by yourself.

"Natasha Romanoff, you crazy woman!" You shouted as the car drove off and you were left at the sidewalk once again.

"There is no need to go this far Nat. Are you shy?" Clint teased as he looked into the rear mirror.

"Shut up!"

===

"Hello, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself as you stepped into the Chief Editor's office, Tony Stark. And the first thing he asked was, "Am I handsome?" You were stunned for a moment. You had prepared yourself for some ideological questions, but not this. "Uh... yes..."

"It is you then!" You were shocked by the swiftness of his decision. "Actually, I am satisfied with your potential and experience, so this is just to test you."

Subsequently, someone showed you to your table and you were sitting there thinking that has to be the weirdest interview you've ever been in. That interviewer just now is a real narcissist. "Hello! Did you pass the interview?" Your tablemate moved her chair closer to you and asked. She has a long brunette hair with a cute smile. "I'm Wanda Maximoff. You can call me Wanda. We'll be colleagues then. How did you answer the question of the editor?"

"Did you also answer it? So what does the question mean?"

"Because the Chief Editor is so handsome, many people keep thinking about him. So he deliberately asks this question to determine those who are serious about work." You nodded your head as she explained. "How about you?" You asked. "Even though he is good-looking, I have my own admirer so I won't be affected by him. Besides, I don't swing that way. If you get what I mean." She winked at the end of the sentence.

"Newcomers, don't be lazy! Come and have these documents copied!" Someone with blonde hair gave us a file of documents without saying anything else. "She is the editor of group 1 which are all veteran employees. Those people like to bully newcomers." Wanda explained as she pointed towards the table they were gathered at. She took the documents from you, "You haven't officially started work yet, so I will go get this done!"

After saying goodbye to her, you received a call from Natasha. "I'm outside your company." She said and ended the call. You walked out and looked around but you didn't see her car anywhere. As you were looking, a car stops in front of you and winds down their window. And sure enough, it was Natasha with her few cold words. "Get in."

"This morning you chased me out of the car, why are you now so kind to pick me up? And in a secretive way?" You didn't wait for her reply and continued. "Forget it, to celebrate my success in the interview, I will treat you to a meal."

"Treat me to a meal?"

"Yes... why? Don't tell me you want to chase me out of the car again!"

"Y/N, it's not convenient for Natasha to go out, let's just-" Natasha cut Clint off. "It's okay. Let her treat me."

And so you were at one of the most prestigious restaurants and even managed to get one of their private dining rooms. Clint was telling the orders to the waiter when you waited and Natasha was typing away at her laptop. Suddenly, another waiter entered and whispered to the waiter's ears that Mr Lancaster was here and wanted to book the room you were currently in.

"This room is always reserved for Marcus! How come somebody is using it now?" You can clearly hear a woman's voice from out the door.

Without announcing, she opened the door and it was someone you recognised. "Ah, I thought who is the person blocking my way, it turns out to be you!" Natasha started analysing the situation.

"Maggie, long time no see. I never thought that you still love to follow behind Stephanie." Enraged by your remarks, she retaliated. "So what if I'm with her, we're doing great! Unlike you? Looks like you are living rather miserably, after being dumped by Marcus. You even dated someone disabled!"

"You!" Before you said any further, Stephanie stepped forward, covered her mouth and pulled her away. "Idiot, stop it! So sorry for Maggie's manners. Didn't think we would bump into each other here. Marcus, let's go."

"No need to apologise. This lady is just speaking the truth." You can bet that that was how Natasha charmed several men and women to swoon over her with her sweet and deceiving words.

"What are you stunned about? Where is the menu?" Maggie still didn't recognise who was in her presence and shouted at the waiter. "Sorry, I will prepare your room immediately, please come with me." He misunderstood her intention and replied with the wrong words. "What? Are we not better than this disabled?"

At this point, Stephanie had enough of her words and pulled her out of the room without saying anything. "What are you doing?!" She only managed to get one sentence in before getting slapped by her friend. "Stephanie Y/L/N! What are you doing?" She held her cheek and asked. "Do you even know who that person is? Natasha Romanoff! Do you think after what you did, he will let you off easily?"

"Na- Natasha Romanoff? I'm done for..."

You apologise for the commotion when they finally exited the room. "I've said it before. In my eyes, they are nothing."

===

Back at home, you changed into your sleeping gown and was looking through your laptop, someone knocked at your door and you automatically assumed it would be Natasha. "It's me, Clint." He said as he took one step into your room. "Maybe next time-"

"Next time we won't be eating out anymore. Don't worry." You understood where he was getting. "Thank you, Y/N."

Soon after, your phone started ringing and it was Stephanie calling you.

You: Hello?

S: Y/N, let's talk about what happened today!

You: Do we still have anything to talk about?

S: Today, Maggie was too anxious and she didn't know Natasha's identity (Behind the phone, Maggie was pleading Stephanie to help her.)

You: So what if she didn't know who she was? She's allowed to treat her that way?

S: ... Y/N, can you just let this incident slip, for my sake?

You: For your sake? Who do you think you are?

S: Y/N Y/L/N!

You: You don't have to be afraid what Natasha will do to you guys, cause in her eyes, you don't exist.

You hang up the phone once you said your piece. You were gradually learning to not be a pushover and stood your own ground.

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#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #my writing #natasha romanoff fanfiction #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #unwanted marriage #mcu x reader #marvel #avengers

[sstormyskyess]

author's note: very self-indulgent content alert!! anyway i wanted to put something out there since i haven't updated in a hot second [my fall semester just ended and i am truly exhausted, but most requests will be done by the end of the year!] please enjoy some roommate headcanons for these two

author's note 2: also i have a lot of thoughts about them so this is probably gonna be my first series [there's gonna be a separate category on my masterlist for them] and also also don't hesitate to send little thoughts in about them i'm so open to spitballing with you guys 💜

cw: nothing, just fluff!

word count: 1600+

John "Soap" Mactavish / GN!Reader / Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

John “Soap” MacTavish

♡ If you’re touch-starved, Soap has you absolutely covered. If you two are sitting on the couch, or at your dinner table, or you just need someone to be by your side, he’ll be ready and willing to have an arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

You frown as you look down at your phone, the screen bright in the darkness of the living room. The person you made plans with tonight was now completely ghosting you, so you were just here, sitting on your couch alone in the middle of the night.

Your phone plops down on the couch when you toss it away, a weird sense of relief coming to you when it disappears in the sea of blankets to your side. You didn’t want to wake Johnny or Kyle with the TV, but you end up flipping the screen on to put on something to drone out the feeling of being left on ‘sent.’

A good fifteen or twenty minutes pass before you’re finally starting to wind down just a smidge, but little did you know, a certain blue-eyed scot had been watching you quietly from the hallway. You jump when his hands meet your shoulders and massage them gently. “What’re you doin’ up, bonnie?” He asks, smiling when you look up to meet his eyes.

“No reason, really.” You pout, your gaze darting to your phone. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t mention it when he sits down between you and the source of your worries. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder, turning toward the TV. “You mentioned this show a few days ago, right?” He hums when you nod. “You wanna tell me about it?” You smile and nod again, settling into his side and you start to explain the premise to him.

♡ He’s the type of friend that makes all the plans for nights out (or in, depending on your preference), so expect him to be throwing out ideas for little get-togethers. He also knows your schedule very well because of this, which initially caught you off-guard when it first started happening.

♡ He is constantly doing the weirdest things around the apartment and there have been a number of times where you’ve walked in on him “trying out a new hobby,” one which would probably get all three of you evicted because of how needlessly dangerous it was. The one that you can very distinctly remember was his fascination with fire eating, which you quickly stopped for many, many reasons.

♡ Soap refuses to leave for a deployment without seeing you right before he leaves. He has to get his goodbye hug in, after all! Even with Gaz trying to drag him out so they’re not late, he’s gonna be sitting right there at the door until you get back home because it wouldn’t be fair to just leave without seeing them one more time before they were gone for a few weeks, if not more.

Kyle rubs a hand over his face and stares at Johnny, who’s leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the door expectantly. “Soap, we have to get to the station. The next train comes by in twenty minutes and it’s a fifteen minute walk,” he reminds Johnny for what felt like the thirtieth time.

“We’ll make it! Stop worrying so much,” Johnny says with a smile. “Plus, you know how I feel about leaving without saying ‘bye,’ Garrick.” Kyle rolls his eyes and takes another peek at the time on his phone screen.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the sound of the front door unlocking has Johnny perking up and standing up fully. The moment you enter the door, he’s already on you, pulling you into a big, tight hug. Your confused noise is muffled by his chest and you have to force yourself away a bit just to get a look at him. “Are you guys leaving?”

Johnny gives you an affirmative hum and pulls away, still holding your shoulders. “We’ll be back soon, though. Price said it would only be a couple weeks this time around, yeah?” He looks to Kyle who nods and walks over with his bag slung over his shoulder.

You smile as you look between the two of them, scooting to the side to set your things down and pull them both into a firm group hug. “You’d both better come back safe. I don’t want to get a call from your captain like last time, John.” You give him a scolding tone and he looks a little sheepish, but you cap your words off with a laugh, letting him bury his face into your shoulder with a grin. “We will, promise.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

♡ Gaz stays at your flat more than Soap does because he has less family obligations. So, more often than not, he’ll be coming back to you. That’s not to say he has no family, but he’s definitely not as close to them compared to Soap and his family.

You groan at the sound of your sweet little kitty, Albright, meowing up a storm in the living room. You turn over to his bedside table, picking up your phone. It was still three hours until Albright was supposed to be fed and you were supposed to get up and ready for work. Why the hell was he being so insanely loud?

You roll out of bed with a huff, pulling on your sleep shirt: a painfully oversized t-shirt you stole from Johnny a couple years ago. You don’t even bother putting any socks on before stepping onto the practically freezing hardwood floor, grimacing at the chill that traveled up your legs. Shaking your head, you leave your room and turn on the hallway light.

“Shit—did we wake you up?” The sound of Kyle’s voice made you jump right out of your skin, a yelp leaving your lips that was probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Kyle, what is wrong with you?! You couldn’t have let me know you were gonna be back tonight?” You hiss. You roll your eyes when Kyle just shrugs and walks over to you with Albright purring in his arms. It was hard to be mad at a sight like that, with Kyle’s handsome face sporting a little guilty smile and the orange tabby cat making biscuits on his chest. “Sorry, love. I hope you’ll forgive us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter with a poorly suppressed smile on your face. “Is Johnny with you?” Kyle shakes his head and lets Albright jump down from his hold. “He’s back in Scotland with his family.” You frown at that, crossing your arms. “That bastard.”

Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at that. He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down a few times. “Next time, I’ll force him to come back. Don’t you worry.”

♡ He's an absolute menace when it comes to doing chores around the house. You and Soap insist that you want to help but he shuts you both down every time simply because he just likes cleaning and organizing and everything in between.

♡ Gaz is the type to stay on his military schedule even off-base, so he’s often awake before both you and Soap. He definitely takes advantage of it, too; you get up and ready for work and he’ll already have all your things together and a quick, healthy breakfast to take with you. All the while, he’s sitting on the couch invested in the little show he’s been meaning to catch up on, as though he hadn’t done anything at all.

♡ Even before moving in with Gaz, you would swear he had some kind of sixth sense for knowing when you or Soap weren’t feeling great. The both of you could think that you were hiding it decently well but Gaz would be there to prove you wrong 99% of the time, the other 1% being when he wasn’t around at all. He’ll always be doing the little things to make sure you know he’s there for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t work.

The first thing you notice when you get into your bedroom is the mass of folded laundry on your bed, the laundry that you had been planning on taking care of for a few days now but never got around to. Your various life obligations had been getting tiresome, so you were coming home exhausted every day and immediately going to bed after Kyle and Johnny basically forced you to get some food in your system.

The second thing you notice is your thermos sitting neatly on your desk with a post-it note attached to the lid. You look at it, confused, and pick it up with a tilt of your head. You smile gleefully when you read, in Kyle’s handwriting, ‘Made your favorite, drink up!’ with a little smiley face and a heart next to the words.

With a happy sigh, you open it up and take a sip of your favorite warm drink, perfectly made just to your liking. A couple knocks on your door snap you back to reality. “Come in!” You call, you smile widening when Kyle’s face greets you on the other side. You meet him halfway and he gives you a short but sweet side hug, his head resting on top of yours.

“How was work, love?” He pulls away to get a good look at you. You look a bit disheveled to be frank, but at least your smile was reaching your eyes, a wonderful sight to be sure. You give him a non-committal hum, and he nods, taking hold of your wrist. “C’mon, let’s get food. We’re ordering out tonight, what do you want to get?” You let him pull you to the living room and he lets you rattle off the food you were looking forward to.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x gn!reader #john soap mactavish x gn!reader #soapgaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz mw3 #soap mw2 #soap mw3 #soap modern warfare #gaz modern warfare #gaz cod #soap cod #mwii #mwiii #mw2 #mw3 #mw2 2022 #mw3 2023 #mw2 x reader #mw3 x reader #storm's creations #sstormyskyess

[dlst0rtion]

note to self: don't do it you son of a- (chapter 2)

pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader

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a/n: I've been changing so many stuff lately since I don't have a solid plan for this series but the reader will get 2 love interest ^^

Pudding 🍮

kenma

was it really necessary to chase down [last name] after school ended, kuroo?

kuroo

OFC KENMA 😎

having [last name] would be beneficial for the team

I needed to catch him before it was too late

kenma

I like [last name] and agree but I don't think taunting him like that would make him want to join us

kuroo

taunting???? him????

what makes you think I was taunting him

kenma

it's you.

kuroo

😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

EL O EL

I MIGHTVE MADE HIM MAD A LITTLE??? I BROUGHT UP MIDDLE SCHOOL 😍

kenma

ur so stupid

kuroo

trust the process kenma 😎😎

kenma

what made you interested in [last name] anyways?

kuroo

he's like art 😍

obscure art, but still, art❗️

plus his brain is so big

kenma

if [last name] doesn't want to be near us again bc of you I'd never forgive you

kuroo

real!!!

kenma

stop saying that.

kuroo

________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

"what the hell am I doing here," [name] asked himself as he stood outside nekoma's gymnasium doors.

[name] would never admit it to anyone but kuroo did touch something deep inside him when he mentioned joining the volleyball team.

as his mother said, he used to love volleyball.

used to.

[name] peeked through the slight opening of the gym doors as he watched nekoma's volleyball club practice.

his heart felt warm.

he forgot how it felt, the adrenaline when he would play all those years ago.

he missed it.

"can I help you with something?" [name] jumped a little as he turned around to see who caught him in this position. "oh! [last name] I've never seen you around this part of the school before."

it was the volleyball coach, coach naoi. he was a confident male with dark, short-cut hair. [name] liked him. he's a pretty cool dude.

"oh yeah um.... I was just," [name] didn't know what to say. he fully didn't intend on being caught and planned to make his grand escape after a bit of snooping.

"do you want to join the volleyball club, [last name]?" coach naoi asked with a small smile on his face.

he knew of [name] and had spoken to him a couple of times when they pass by each other in the hallways. coach naoi viewed him as a bright young kid that would be going to places.

"hmmm," [name] contemplated on saying no and leaving. "I'm not quite sure. I haven't played volleyball in years."

"that's alright! just come join us for a couple of days and see how you like it. you can act as our manager for the time being," coach naoi offered.

it was a pretty solid offer.

[name] gave the man a small smile, "sure."

the two walked through the doors while the sounds of shouting and sneakers screeching started to cease.

"everyone listen up!" the tall coach shouted which made everyone fully stop. "I would like to introduce you guys to [last name] [name]. as of today he will join us as a manager. please take care of him."

"nice to meet you," even though he had a blank face, [name]'s voice was sincere and warm as he bowed down to his future club members.

kenma, a guy from his class, gave him a small smile while kuroo gave him a gengar-easque smirk.

"NICE TO MEET YOU, [last name]!"

"isn't he kenma's classmate?"

"welcome to the club, [last name]!"

"YAHOOOOO WE FINALLY GET A MANAGER!"

"SHUT UP, LEV!"

jeez, what did [name] get himself into?

as coach naoi got the team started on their drills, [name] turned towards the other coach.

"coach nekomata, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm [last name] [name]," the young male said as he bowed to his elder.

"no need for that," coach nekomata said, waving him off. "I know who you are, [last name]. you were quite the powerhouse during your time at ushimi middle school."

"you know of that?" [name] asked, surprised. "and please, just call me [name]."

"of course. anyone would want to catch the son of the great [last name] makoto in action."

[name]'s mood slightly dampened at the mention of his father.

"so what do I exactly do as a manager? I've only been a player for a volleyball team and ushimi didn't have a manager."

"it's quite easy. you mainly just need to fill and hand out water bottles and towels. you can help catch naoi by handing him some volleyballs or collecting stray ones. you can also set up and take down nets and clean the gym when we're all finished," nekomata explained. "are you not returning as a player?"

"maybe I will again, someday. I'm just not used to playing it again right now," [name] sat down on the bench beside the elder. "coach naoi offered to let me stay here for a couple of days, act as the team's manager for the time being, and see how I feel."

"hmmm, I see. well I hope you return to the field again someday. it was magnificent watching you play," nekomata gave the boy a closed eye smile.

"thanks."

as the day progressed, [name] fulfilled his duty as manager. giving water and towels to the members. refilling the water bottles. and assisting coach naoi when needed.

during that time, most of the nekoma members couldn't take their eyes off of him.

I mean, THE [last name] [name] was THEIR manager?

unreal.

unbelievable.

ain't no way.

"so, [last name], you decided to join our team after all," kuroo said as he took a sip from the water bottle that the other male handed to him.

"it wasn't because of you if that's what you think," [name] gave kuroo a disgusted face.

"you wound me, truly, [last name]," kuroo said as he pretended to hold his heart in pain.

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes and pushed the rooster head face away.

[name] then turned his attention to a certain pudding head who was sipping his water bottle in peace.

"you did good, kozume," he complimented the quiet male.

"thank you, [last name]," kenma smiled at his new manager.

"hey, what about me? I did pretty well today too," kuroo gave them a triumphant pose.

[name] ignored him.

"we don't need to be formal with me [last name] we're in the same class, just call me kenma."

"if only you call me [name] as well."

"can I call you, [name]?" kuroo chirped.

"no," [name] side-eyed kuroo as he visibly deflated.

"[name]," a short sandy-haired male said walking towards him. "never thought I'd see a [last name] as a manager instead of a player."

"you know about me too, yaku-senpai?"

"naturally," yaku replied. "I know you from ushimi middle school too and considering who your father is as well, it's not hard to know you."

"hmm, I thought it would die down since I left volleyball all those years ago."

"you come from two famous parents, [last name]. it's only reasonable for people to know who you are," yaku replied honestly.

even though what yaku said was true, it still brought [name]'s mood a little low since all his life people had expectations of him. especially his father.

"you don't need to worry about that though, [name]. we're your teammates, we expect nothing but your help and support," another, rather soft, voice said while yaku hummed in agreement.

[name] saw a guy with jet-black hair that was shaved into a buzzcut.

"Nobuyuki Kai, but you can call me kai," the male smiled warmly at the cold male.

"nice to meet you kai-senpai, you can call me [name] too," [name] directed the last part to both kai and yaku.

"[LAST NAME]-SENPAIII" a tall grey-haired male screamed running towards the group. "it's nice to finally get to talk to you! many of the girls in my class always talk about how handsome and unapproachable you are but I don't think you're scary at all. maybe your face is though. you should smile more, you'll be less scary. oh yeah, my name is haibi lev!"

many were shocked, but not surprised by lev's bluntness but [name] didn't seem phased by it, actually, he was amused.

"thanks, I'll keep that in mind," [name] stated.

"are you going to come hang out with us after practice? it's kuroo turn to buy us ice cream."

"LIKE HELL I'M PAYING FOR ALL OF YOU!"

"HEY! YOU HELD OFF YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN FOR 2 WEEKS, STOP BEING A FREELOADER!"

"yeah, come on kuroo. [name] is joining too, take it as a welcoming gift for him," inuoka suggested coming up from behind [name].

"fine," kuroo grumbled.

[name] looked on confused, "I am?"

"it'll be nice to hang out with you, [name]. we can all get to know you and you know... vice versa," shibayama said with a soft smile.

"only if you want to, [name]," kai reminded.

"I would love to but I need to pick up my little sister before it gets dark. I don't want her going home alone at night," [name] said taking a glance out the window, the sun had already set.

"oh shit, has she been waiting long?" yaku asked worriedly. he knew their practices take quite a bit of time.

"no don't worry about it. my little sister normally helps around her elementary school's garden with other students and teachers after school. she wasn't able to tend to the flowers yesterday because of the rain. if I leave now, I think I'll just make it," the new nekoma manager explained.

"nice time then?" kenma asked.

"next time," [name] nodded. "I should get going now."

"wait!" kuroo held out his hand to the male to halt him. "you should give me your number so you can be added to the nekoma volleyball group chat. just to socialize and be informed of plans."

"is this just an excuse to get my number?" the manager raised his eyebrow.

"partially," kuroo smirked. "but genuinely, it's so we can all communicate with each other."

"sure."

as they exchanged their numbers [name] headed toward both nekoma coaches who were patiently waiting for him.

"so, [last name]. what do you think?" nekomata asked the male.

"you have an interest group of people you coach," [name] stated as both the coaches gave him a small laugh.

"interesting enough for you to stay?"

[names] mouth twitched a little but remained in a straight line, "yeah..."

"perfect!" coach naoi exclaimed as he handed [name] a piece of paper. "here's the sign-up sheet to officially be a part of nekoma's volleyball team! we're honoured to have you. oh! and before i forget to tell you, we're going to be at shinzen high for a week after summer break starts."

"okay, thanks," [name] bowed to both of the coaches as he departed from the high school, ready to make his walk toward seichi elementary school.

as he waited for his bus to arrive he felt the constant buzzing of his phone.

meow meow vb team 😼😹😻

kuroo added you

lev

[LAST NAME]-SENAPIIIII

yaku

lev shut up

[name] is probably busy picking up his sister rn

kenma

^

kai

^

fukunaga

^

kuroo

^^

lev

hey [name]-senpai, I have a sister too!

kuroo

no one asked

lev

:<

yamamoto

I DIDNT GET TO TALK TO [LAST NAME] IN PERSON

kenma

that's bc you were too busy ogling him

kuroo

🤨🤨

yamamoto

he's a handsome man what can I say

lev

:O

inuoka

:O

shibayama

:O

yaku

:O

kuroo

😟

ur so real for that

yamamoto

what, I'm secure 😤

thanks.

lev

HE HAS SPOKEN

[LAST NAME]-SENPAI HIII

LEV HI ٩(^▿^)۶

kuroo

oh em gee

[name] uses those emoticons

I'm in love

that's [last name] to you

눈_눈

kuroo

yaku

hey that emoticon looks just like you

눈_눈

kuroo

real

kenma

stop saying that

I like emo

kuroo

I'm emo

emoticons

sorry I accidentally press sent too early

yamamoto

bro is so down bad

kai

^

fukunaga

^

lev

^

kenma

^

inuoka

^

yaku

^

teshiro

^

Shibayama

^

kuroo

my primal urge to say real

oh before I forget

coach naoi said something about going to shinzen high for a week or something

fukunaga

training camp.

kuroo

training camp

kenma

training camp

yaku

we're invited to a training camp

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

yaku

to socialize

lev

to make friends :D

kuroo

to crush fukurodani.

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

kai

every school under the fukurodani academy group takes turns hosting training sessions but shinzen always hosts the week-long ones. we just do a bunch of practice matches and try to improve our skill and technique basically

kenma

hmmm

oh cool

do we have to stay at shinzen high?

kenma

not if you don't want to

yaku

I think karasuno is staying at shinzen since they live in Miyagi

inuoka

were you planning on staying inside the school?

no can't afford to

have too much stuff to do at home

kai

understandable

taking care of your little sister?

and mother

shinzen isn't that far from my house anyways I can just walk there

lev

if you live near shinzen

why don't you just go to school there?

kuroo

shut up lev

I like cats better

kuroo

authentic

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[callsign-dexter]

Doppelgänger

Summary: Bradley and Jake were in a relationship for 5 months after the Uranium Mission after a big fight over something petty, Bradley stormed out and went to The Hard Deck found a hookup went home, and accidentally knocked her up. Now Bradley sees Jake everywhere and works up the courage to call him. Can everything go back to normal?

Pairings: Jake Bradshaw x Bradley Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff?

Masterlist

A/N: fic was inspired by the song Doppelgänger by Joshua Bassett. I also have to thank @justabigassnerd for pitching the idea and saying I can go with it, and also for getting me obsessed with Joshua Bassett.

A/N 2: If your name is Allie you can change this name

2 years ago

Bradley and Jake just had arrived home not speaking to each other after work stressed out to the max. Jake had done a particularly stupid dangerous move when they were teaching some new students at Top Gun.

Jake's engines had gone out after he hit his brakes to invade a student and was going down when he got them up and going again at the last possible second. Bradley was listening to the whole thing and saw the whole thing since he too were up in the air. The class finished after that and everyone was dismissed for the day. Jake and Bradley packed their stuff up and headed home. Jake tried to speak to Bradley but got nothing. They arrived at their apartment and Bradley shut off the Bronco's engine still not saying anything, they got their stuff and headed inside.

Once inside it was silent Jake unlaced his boots and took them off but Bradley did not. He was fuming and it only got worse when Jake spoke.

"Ok. What is up with you? You haven't said a word since before we went up in the air." Jake asked Bradley. Bradley stood there before answering.

"What you did was reckless and you could've ended up hurt." Bradley said not moving. Jake scoffed which made Bradley frown.

"I saved it at the end. Everything worked out." Jake replied moving around the kitchen but yet Bradley stayed unmoving.

"Jake you're not getting it. I could've lost you today." Bradley said moving his arms to cross over his chest.

"But you didn't and I'm fine nothing happened." Jake said giving off his famous smirk but it fell when he saw Bradley's face.

"You're still not getting it. I've may have signed up for your cockiness but I did not sign up for recklessness. I've lost my dad and almost lost Maverick, I couldn't bare to lose you. I love you Jake I really do but I can't be with you if you're like this." Bradley said breaking his own heart.

"Fine if you don't want to be with me then leave. I don't give a fuck. We're done." Jake said breaking his own heart. Bradley turned and walked to the door opened it and stormed out and got in his Bronco and drove The Hard Deck. Bradley was heartbroken and angry, he needed a drink or two or three or five.

Bradley had his fifth glass of beer in front of him and he was feeling tipsy. He wasn't paying attention to anyone until a pretty 20 something year old walked up to him, she too were tipsy. They talked and they flirted and then Bradley was taking her back to his apartment. Things got heated quickly.

The next morning he woke up with a splitting headache. He sat up and noticed a girl in his bed immediately everything came back to him. He got up and put as much distance as he could away from her. He loved Jake. He went to the kitchen and started coffee. The woman walked out of the bedroom fully clothed. They talked and decided to keep in touch, she really wasn't a bad person. They exchanged names and it turns out hee name is Allie.

The next week Allie texted Bradley saying that she was pregnant. She told him that she wasn't going to terminate the pregnancy but once the baby was born she was giving it to him. Bradley was shocked but understandable. He still absolutely loved Jake tho and nothing has changed that and nothing will change that.

9 months flew by, Allie had been staying with Bradley during that time, and now Bradley was a father to a healthy beautiful baby girl named Y/N Y/M/N Bradshaw, that looked identically to him. Allie gave up parental rights at the hospital.

Bradley took Y/N home and everything was great. He still thought about calling Jake but decided against it each time. Y/N was the perfect little angel for Bradley never giving him trouble. He didn't get in touch with Jake until Y/N was 2 years old. He hadn't talked with Jake or seen him for 2 years, he may have seen him in passing but never stopped to talk to him. It was killing him and what he didn't know was that is was killing Jake too.

Present Day

Bradley had Y/N with him at a coffee shop/bakery/ice cream parlor spending the day with his little girl, that just so happened to the same and favorite place of Jake and Bradley. He had Y/N's back facing the door so he saw everyone that came in. Jake was on his mind almost everyday, he guessed he wasn't over him as he thought.

There was a man that walked in he wore a khaki uniform and had the same build as Jake and from behind he could've been. Feelings for Jake came back full force. He wanted him back but knew that Jake would probably never talk to him. He practiced for hours what he was going to say to him but each time he went and dialed his number his fight or flight kicked in and the flight won. His mind was telling him not to call and to move on but his heart wanted something completely different.

Jake wasn't taking it much better he wanted Bradley. He missed him so much. It hurt when he sees him at work but they never talk and it kills him to hear his voice. It really was a stupid fight and a stupid move. If he could take it all back he would. Jake thought about calling Bradley but backed out each time too, when Bradley left it shattered him. He cried for hours and drank until he passed out and had the worst headache in the morning and now he limits the drinks he has. He wanted Bradley back.

Everyone could see that both men were miserable. But they kept insisting they were ok but weren't fooling people. It sometimes impacted their flying and even started to worry Maverick.

Bradley kept seeing him around and wanted to so badly walk up to him, say sorry and kiss the hell out of him, but refrained from doing so. He and Y/N visit that shop every Saturday it was a tradition of theirs and each time he saw someone that looked liked Jake. He couldn't stand it anymore so that night when Y/N was in bed he decided to call Jake and prayed that he would answer and by some miracle he did.

"Bradley." Jake said and his voice was music to Bradley's ears.

"Jake." Bradley said full of emotion. He wanted him back badly.

"It's late Bradley. What do you want?" Jake asked and Bradley could tell that he was holding emotions back and it was true. Jake hearing his voice melted his heart and made it state racing he truly loved that man.

"I know baby. I just have to get some stuff off my chest." Bradley said letting the nickname slip but neither corrected it.

"I think this should be done in person Bradley." Jake said and Bradley knew he was right.

"You're right." Bradley said and Jake was right. "Tomorrow at our place near the lake in the park?" He asked hesitated but answered.

"That would be perfect." Jake said

"Oh and Jake?" Bradley asked

"Yea?" He answered

"I have someone you should meet. Does 2 PM work?" Bradley asked and Jake could've sworn his heart dropped and a million thoughts running through his head. Did Bradley move on? Why does he want him to meet the person he moved onto? Was he engaged?

"Yes that works. Goodnight Bradley." Jake said and about said 'I love you' but stopped himself.

"I'm looking forward to it. Goodnight Jake." Bradley said and ended the phone call.

The next morning at 1:30 PM Bradley called Amelia, his babysitter, to meet him at the park. He explained to her what was happening. Amelia nodded and took Y/N to the playground while Bradley went and sat on the bench, his and Jake's bench, in front of the water and waited. Exactly at 2 PM Jake showed like he said he would. He went to where Bradley was and sat down. Bradley turned to look at him, he was in tight fitting jeans and a hoodie and his hair was messy, just like Bradley liked, and he was still handsome as ever.

"I'm here. What do you want to talk about and who do you want me to meet?" Jake said getting right to the point and turning to look at Bradley.

"I just want to say I'm sorry for storming out. I planned out what I was going to say. I'm just going to get the point. These past 2 years have killed me. I miss being with you. I miss hearing your voice. I miss waking up in your arms. I miss your lips. I miss you in general. It was a petty fight, I'm sorry. I know you may never forgive me but I can at least try to apologize and hope you'll forgive me. I want you back Jake. Baby I love you so much. I went to out coffee shop and I could've sworn I saw you but it was just someone that looked like you." Bradley said pouring his heart out into the speech and Jake could see tears forming he knew that he was being sincere. Jake stayed silent and Bradley knew this was a mistake he should've never contacted him. He was getting ready to get up when Jake stopped him with a hand on his thigh and that made Bradley stop.

"Bradley, babe." Jake began "You really did hurt me that night. I drank until I passed out and woke up with a massive hangover that morning. I forgive you but it's going to take time for us to be whole again. I miss you dearly. These past two years have been miserable. I want you back in my life. I hope that can happen. I love you Bradley." Jake finished "Can I kiss you?" He asked Bradley.

"Absolutely." Bradley said and they smashed their lips together. They only pulled apart when air was needed "I missed your lips." Bradley said.

"Now who is this person you want me to meet?" Jake said in return. Bradley smiled.

"I'll go and get her." Bradley said. Jake watched him walk to the playground and had a conversation with Amelia and he smiled when he saw her jump in glee and hug Bradley. He was glad they worked this out. He watched Bradley bid Amelia a goodbye and bent down to a child's height and spoke to a little girl and saw the little girl nod. Bradley picked her up and walked over to Jake. "Jake meet Y/N. Y/N meet Jake." He introduced them sitting her down in front of Jake. "She was part of a one night stand 2 years ago when I stormed out. I got tipsy and took a girl home and accidentally kncoked her up. She stayed with me until Y/N/N was born and gave up parental rights that day." Jake listened and nodded looking at Bradley. He smiled at her once Bradley was done talking, she was the exact copy and Bradley.

"Hi Y/N. I'm Jake." He introduced himself and the little girl grew shy.

"Hi." She said shyly and after a beat of silence "Are you going to be my daddy?" She asked and Jake and Bradley could've sworn their hearts melted. Jake smiled and looked at Bradley who was smiling.

"If you and your daddy will allow that." Jake said in a sweet tone. Y/N smiled and hugged him. He took that as a yes. He picked her up and hugged Bradley which turned into a kiss and only broke apart again when Y/N made a high pitched squeal.

"Eww!!" She screeched out and they looked at her and laughed.

"What little miss?" Bradley asked his daughter.

"Gross daddy, you have cooties now!" She said with disgusted look but they just laughed.

"Well I guess we'll just have to give you some." Jake said they started to tickle her throwing her into a fit of giggles and she squirmed to get down and took off running. They took off running after laughing and telling her that they were going to get her. Jake was the one to grab her and swing her up in the air kissing her. Bradley stood back and watched the scene. He was glad they were back together and that both of his loves liked each other.

Everything was going to be ok. Jake and Bradley were happy again. Now they can raise their daughter. They were going to be one happy family.

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[mamachasesmayhem]

Flight Risk (2/4)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Bristol Bradshaw

Warnings: pining, sad babies, avoiding feelings

Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four

Don't know where you at

Don't know where you've been

Don't know nothing 'bout that boy you're into

Don't feel bad for you

But I feel bad for him

And all the hell you gon' be puttin' him through

Probably tell him we're a burnt out flame

Probably tell him that I ain't been on your mind

How I ain't nothing but a long gone thing

You can cuss my name, but baby, don't you lie

Jake

I haven't heard from Bristol other than her text the night of the wedding to let me know she made it home and a few days later saying she needed some space. That was three weeks ago, and l'm slowly dying in the inside. Just when I thought the pit in my stomach couldn't get any bigger, she rolls into the Hard Deck.

With a guy.

And my heart shatters.

What makes it all the more awful is I know who he is, and he's a pretty good guy.  I used to tease Bristol by asking when she was finally gonna make an honest man out of him and settle down, and she'd always told me he was too tame for her.  I guess she took my jokes to heart. He's relatively reserved and stays damn near glued to her side all night and I have to fight the urge to vomit the whole time. She sends him small smiles while avoiding eye contact with me altogether. The gentle touches that used to tease my skin are now on his. I excuse myself to drown my sorrows at the bar before I do something l'll regret, like deck the dude or fall on my knees and beg her to come back. I down a beer at the bar before grabbing another and taking it back to our group.

Every time she giggles at something he says, it's stabs me directly into the heart. The only way I could make it through the night would be to get irrecoverably hammered, and I can't do that because I need to drive home. So I do the next best thing by closing my tab and heading home for the night. I manage to slip out unnoticed, perks of not being the most popular of the group I guess. I used to love it, it gave Bristol and I the perfect opportunity to sneak away while nobody else had a clue. Now it's just a reminder that the one person I cared about the most doesn't feel the same way.

The squad (read: Bob) finally convinces me to come out again two weeks later, and I refrain from asking if Cole will be there again. I'm not sure which answer would be worse, to be honest.  Unfortunately for me, he's there again, and just as clingy to Bristol as he was the last time. I choose to ignore the pair and move to the pool table, each strike of the cue a little more forceful than needed. This continues every Friday night and the rest of our friends seems to have welcomed him with open arms. He seems especially close to Phoenix, which doesn't surprise me in the slightest since she and Bristol are basically inseparable. Bob catches my brooding one night and calls me out on it.

"What's up with you and Baby Bradshaw? The two of you are usually attached at the hip but I haven't seen you together in months," he gently questions.

I sigh as I think how to respond, how to come up with an excuse that doesn't expose us. "We had an argument a while ago, I was in the wrong and she rightfully left my ass in the dust. She hasn't spoken to me since and it's killing me, but I guess I deserve it."

Bob starts to argue and l'm quick to cut him off.

"It's fine, I made my own bed and now it's time to sleep in it."

He just pats my back comfortingly. "Hangman, I know there's more going on than that. You look at her like she put the moon and the stars in the sky and she looks at you the same way when she thinks nobody else is looking. You two will work it out, I have full faith. And even though you can be a dick at times, you don't deserve to be hurting.  Just think about it, man."

"Thanks, Bobert. I hope you're right," I sigh.

Cole is sandwiched between Bristol and Phoenix all night and he's clearly loving the attention. I've been hurt up until this point, thinking I was in the wrong and did the unthinkable. But really, all I did was treat her well and adore her. It's not like I've stomped all over her or used her. I love the damn woman. Anger starts bubbling in my chest, it's almost like Bob gave me permission to think that I didn't intentionally set out to hurt. Because I'd do absolutely anything in the world to keep her from hurting. My eyes slip over to her once again and she giggles as she stands, kissing Cole on the cheek before she slides out of her seat and makes her way out to the back deck. This is the perfect opportunity for me to try and talk to her, I decide.  I sneak out under the ruse of going to the bathroom and getting another drink and I don't miss how only Bob's eyes seem to follow me. That man is the perpetual stealth pilot, you'd have no idea he was observing you if he didn't make it known like he did earlier.

When I step outside, I find Bristol leaning over the railing and watching the waves. She's always had a fascination with how the moon pulls the water and I can almost hear her thoughts on it as I approach. Ialmost laugh at the irony, she's my moon and l'm the ocean, helpless to the hold she has on me. I'm just the right side of tipsy, l've had to stomach a good bit of booze to tolerate seeing her with Cole, so my inhibitions are gone. I lean forward and bracket her hands with my own caging her against the worn wood with my body. I dip my head, lips brushing her ear, and I feel more than I hear the gasp she lets out at the contact.

"When you're tastin' what he's drinkin', are you thinkin' 'bout me? When you're ridin' where he's drivin' are you missing my street? Every time you close your eyes, tell me, who do you see?" Her hands land on top of mine, gripping them tight. She hasn't slapped me, so I take that as my opportunity to continue.

"Are you thinkin' 'bout me comin' over tonight? Wish that truck in your drive was mine just like we both know it's supposed to be? When you're up in his bed, am I up in your head makin' you crazy? Tell me baby, are you thinkin' 'bout me?"

I feel her shudder against me, and l've had her skin against mine far too often to not know that it's from her holding back tears instead of a moan.

"Bristol, shit, I crossed a line. I-" I start to apologize and pull back as she turns around to face me with tears in her eyes. "B, l'm so sorry."

Hurting her is more painful than the pull of a high G climb. The pain in my chest knowing I made her cry hurts worse than the cracked ribs, more painful the ones she nursed after I had to eject a few months back.

Her hands quickly land on my forearms, anchoring me to her so I can't step back any further. "No, Jake. It's ok. I, um. Cole and I aren't together," she quietly informs me.

My temper flares again and I turn to go punch the dumbass that was lucky enough to have her in the face. "You broke up? B, he didn't deserve you. What did he do??"

Her grip on my arms grounds me and I look down and find her eyes shining with more unshed tears.  I immediately feel like an ass again for unintentionally rubbing salt in the wound.

"Jake, you moron! Would you be still and listen for a second?!" Her voice is high pitched and a little squeaky, a sure sign that she's mad, and I mimic zipping my lips and let her continue.

She sighs. "We were never dating, he's into Nat."

My brain buffers. He had the opportunity to be with the most beautiful, kindhearted, talented, hilarious woman in the world and he picked someone else.

Bristol must see me mentally spinning my wheels and takes mercy on me as she continues. "I wasn't lying when I said he was too tame for me all the time. I offered to set him up with Nat, she could use someone as even keeled as him to keep her in line and he could use a little bit of her fire in his life. He was super nervous, so I offered to have him hang out with us as a group until he was more comfortable. He and Nat have been on a couple of dates now and are super cute together," she grins at her matchmaking skills before continuing. "I may have intentionally let you believe we were together in hopes that you'd move on from me. Ithought maybe you'd be more likely to find someone else if you were mad."

My heart stutters in my chest. "Birdy, I don't think I'll ever move on from you. I know you don't feel the same, but I don't think l'll ever care about someone like I do you, love someone like I love you." I admit.

"Jake," her voice cracks. "I do feel the same way.  That's the problem. I've tried so hard to not love you, that I fell in love with every reason I shouldn't. You're so fucking cocky, that I fell for your confidence. You're so fearless, that I fell for the freedom only you can give me. You're so strong, that I fell in love with the way I can let myself be weak with you. I was so scared of losing you the way my mom lost my dad, that I almost lost you anyway."

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[ironstrange1991]

As Strange As It Seems (Part 4)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Supreme's return to the NY Sanctum has everyone's nerves on edge, and Y/n must find a way to deal with the jealousy of the three Stephens while trying to deal with her own feelings as well.

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics. SMUT: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, umprotected p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: This chapter picks up exactly where chapter two ended. I need to admit that writing this has become an addiction, I just love everything about it. The fifth and final part is almost ready and will be posted soon. Hope you like it. Good reading!

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

You were distracted finishing the reports you needed to send to your boss. Typing quickly on your laptop which was perched dangerously on your lap. You were hungry and in a bad mood because your men weren't home to take care of you.

Stephen would take a while to come back, he had already warned, but Defender should already be home by that time. You let out a loud huff looking back at the time on your cell phone screen.

You kept working though your eyes were heavy, the tiredness of the day showing, but you persisted until the last report was done. Besides, there was nothing else to do anyway. You had turned off your laptop and placed it on the coffee table, cell in hand ready to call Defender, when you heard the familiar sound of a portal opening.

You would expect Stephen or Defender, but it was Supreme who walked through and then closed the portal behind him. He was dressed in his robes and blue cloak, his hair a little disheveled , some strands falling over his forehead. He looked gorgeous as always.

"Hey" He said looking at you and then looking around "Are you alone?"

You didn't understand the reason for the question, but you shook your head positively.

He sighed and with a flick of his fingers his clothes changed to jeans and a T-shirt. "I'd like to talk to you."

You look around feeling a little apprehensive. You wanted to talk to him, of course. You missed him, there was no reason to deny it, but you didn't want to do it in secret.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. Stephen and Defender aren't home and they wouldn't like if..."

"I was with Defender five minutes ago." He interrupted you "He told me that Stephen would be in a meeting with the Avengers and that you would be alone."

You looked at him in surprise "Why would he say that?" Your voice sounded a bit shaky.

Supreme approached and sat in one of the armchairs in front of you "Because he said that's what you want. The two of them seem to have come to the same conclusion."

Although it made you feel extremely guilty, you couldn't hide from yourself that you were completely stunned by Supreme's presence. He was so gorgeous. All the Stephens were.

"Y/n..." He called your name taking you out of the state of contemplation you were in. "Are they right? Is this what you want?"

You did not answer. The words seemed to have disappeared from your mind.

He run his hands over his face and sighed heavily. "Look, I need to know if you want me because I know I want you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I got here." He shook his head seeming to choose the words he said "It's hard for me to say this because I... I've never had this before, nothing like this and I'm not talking about the other versions of myself, I'm talking about you. I've never felt this way about anyone else and I don't even understand what this is. I've never even touched you... and it scares me."

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out so you just shook your head sheepishly and hoped he understood that you were scared because you felt that way too.

He seemed to understand because he smiled. That smile that took your breath away but was so different without the beard or goatee. "I need to hear you say the words, honey. I think I deserve it after what I've said. You can do that for me, can't you?"

You swallowed thickly feeling your cheeks turning red. The pet name that used to annoy you now messes with you in other ways. You inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly with an almost inaudible "Yes." You nodded "I want you. I... feel the same."

He shifted in the chair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs, both hands clasped together as he looked at you with those ocean blue eyes "So tell me about the rules."

You talked for what seemed like a long time. You told him how it was when Defender arrived and how things worked out and explained why you created the rules and why they were important and then tried to explain them one by one to him. You could clearly see it in his expressions when he didn't agree with a rule, but he seemed to make a herculean effort to accept them.

"I know it sounds silly, but it works. Stephen and Defender are used to them and everything works perfectly. No fighting, no jealousy." You said in conclusion.

He cocked his head to the side staring at you curiously "You sleep together? The three of you, I mean."

You looked away immediately, blushing violently at the realization of what he was asking. He clearly noticed your reaction because a cocky smirk played in hi lips. "I guess that's a no."

No matter how much you were in love with him, you wanted to punch him in the face. In fact, you've noticed that since you met him, you've wanted to punch him in the face many times. You had just explained to him all the rules of your relationship, which he wanted to be a part of, exhaustively and that was the first thing he thought to say?

"No, we don't." You replied sighing and feeling your cheeks red and hot again.

"But would you?"

You didn't respond, choosing to quickly change the subject "I need you to tell me if you agree to these rules."

He shrugged "With some, yes. With others, not so much. With several of them I don't agree at all." He shook his head "But I accept that you need them and I promise I will try to obey them."

That clearly wasn't what you wanted to hear, but you had to give him credit for his sincerity. You continued talking and you were surprised how little by little you felt more comfortable with him. You barely noticed when he got up from the armchair and sat next to you. The proximity though seemed to reveal even more of what you already knew. He was charming, in an arrogant and irritating way.

You kept talking for what seemed like a long time and the whole time you couldn't take your eyes off him, you kept trying to find traces of the other Stephens in him, but he was so different from them. Not physically, obviously, but in the way he acted and talked, the way he looked at you and his lips... You found yourself staring at his lips, how they stood out once he had no beard to distract you from them. His face seemed so smooth.

 You always loved Stephen's lips. They were full and pink and god, those lips knew how to kiss. You loved playing with the differences between they kisses in your head. Stephen kissed you in two ways: unpretentious and casual like when he was leaving in the morning to go to work or when he got home in the late afternoon and passionately, rougher, when he was horny and in the mood for a long lovemaking session.

Defender used to kiss you on the forehead before leaving or coming home from work, which you found about as intimate as a kiss on the lips, but when he kissed your mouth, his kiss was always passionate but soft, his lips always touching your lips gently and he always let you control the kiss and you loved that.

You found yourself looking at Supreme's lips and wondering what his kisses would feel like. Would he be soft? You very much doubted that anything with Supreme could be soft.

"Anyway, I don't want to think about everything that happened anymore. Although that's easier said than done. Who can control their own thoughts, right?"

He touched your arm which was resting lazily on the back of the sofa "Are you listening, honey? You seemed to go somewhere else."

You smiled and run to apologize "I'm sorry I got distracted looking at you."

He gave you a smug smile "I'll take that as a compliment."

You nodded and without thinking too much about what you were doing you took one of his hands in yours and started to caress it. You could never look at his hands that closely. Although you were no longer afraid of them, you were still intimidated by the blackened fingertips.

"I wonder if you ever going to tell me what caused this." You said and felt his entire body stiffening. You let go of his hand immediately and ran to apologize. "I'm sorry."

He pursed his lips, but reached for your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

"It's not easy to talk about it. For now, all you need to know is that I made mistakes and because of them I'm scarred forever."

You nodded, stroking one of his black nails with your thumb.

"Does it bother you?" He asked.

You thought for a moment before answering. "I was afraid of you when you arrived. Afraid of your hands and whatever could have caused this."

"Aren't you scared anymore?"

You shook your head "Whatever you did, it's in the past now. I mean, I'll be here if you ever want to tell me, but I don't want you to feel obligated to. What matters is who you are now. Who I fell in love with."

He smirked and gently brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. "That was the first time you've said that out loud. And I loved hearing it."

You barely realized how close you were. Your thighs touching, your hand in his hand. He cupped your face gently and that trembling touch was so familiar and yet so different. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and moved close enough for you to feel his breath on your mouth. That was the moment. You would finally know what his kiss was like, but at the last second you turned away.

It wasn't that you didn't want to kiss him, but everything was so confusing to you.

"I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm going to prepare something for us to eat..."

...

Stephen smiled to himself watching you walk away from him and practically run to hide in the kitchen. It wouldn't be that easy to get away from him, but he understood your hesitation and he wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to. He got up and went to the kitchen after you.

He stopped in the doorway and watched you as you went from corner to corner, preparing whatever it was for you to eat. You were wearing a jean shorts, short enough to expose part of your ass cheeks and an old Pink Floyd T-shirt that was too big to be yours. Your were bare feet and your hair was tied up in a messy bun.

You were so beautiful, so normal, and that night you seemed to be bewitching him with all that domesticity. At that moment Stephen realized how much he envied the other Stephens for having you. He never had anything like this. And he felt a sting of jealousy at the thought that they had touched you so many times already, kissed you, made love to you, and he hadn't.

"I'll make mac & cheese.” You informed with a big smile in your face.  “You like it, right? Stephen likes it. Defender not so much. I've been discovering little by little that although you are the same person, you have very different tastes."

"I like it." He said smirking. He didn't like being compared to others, but given the circumstances he could understand. "It's not my favorite, but I like it."

You nodded, tossing the pasta into the boiling water and turning your attention back to the cheese sauce. "I don't know anything about you, Stephen. I mean, I think we should start there, don't you think?"

He walked over and leaned on the counter next to you. "You live with two Stephens, you know a lot about me."

You shrugged "It's not the same. Like I said, you guys have different tastes in music, food, perfume... everything."

He thought for a minute "I don't have a favorite dish, but I love seafood. Lobster is my favorite, but I love oysters, crab, salmon..."

You smiled broadly "I know how to prepare a wonderful grilled salmon with almonds, you would like it I think."

"Are you asking me to dinner?"

"Well, technically we're having dinner together tonight, but…why not?"

He crossed his arms "I accept the invitation, but I prefer our first date to be far away from this house."

"Anything you want, Supreme Strange."

He liked the sound of that, but he didn't say anything, he just smirked to himself.

"What's your favorite band?" You asked and he pointed to your t shirt.

"Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes. “Exactly the same. It would be easier for me to ask what your second favorite band is. For Stephen it's U2. For Defender it's Nick Cave and the bad seeds."

He smiled, thinking for a moment. "Radiohead, I think."

"Hum, interesting."

Stephen watched as you brought your index finger to your mouth to taste the sauce and sucked it with a pop. His mind automatically made him think of how your lips would feel around his cock.

"What's your favorite band?" Stephen returned the question to try to distract himself from the dirty thoughts that had invaded his mind.

You frowned. "I'm too indecisive to have just one favorite band. I like The Cure, Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus. You know?"

Stephen frowned "Not really."

"Didn't you guys have this gothic stuff in your universe?"

He shook his head "What exactly does gothic mean?"

You let or a small giggle "Oh god, I'm going to have to lecture you on this. It's a lot. Anyway, other than that I like Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson..."

"Now you're speaking my language." He replied. It was far from the kind of music he liked, but at least he knew about those bands. If there was one thing Stephen didn't like, it was not knowing something. It drove him mad.

"I never would have guessed that you like that kind of music. You seem so... delicate."

You couldn't help laughing at his words, and that was definitely Stephen's favorite sound now.

"I'm not delicate, Stephen, although Defender tends to treat me like I'm made of glass. I like heavy stuff and can take more than people imagine."

Stephen smirked. He couldn't tell if you said that to tease him already knowing what his mind would make him think, or if you were innocent about it. You seemed like the innocent type, even though you were saying otherwise.

"I'm eager to learn more about you. You intrigue me."

"Oh, there's nothing interesting about me, Stephen." You said distractedly while draining the water from the pasta and throwing it into the pan along with the cheese sauce. You stirred it gently, finishing with parmesan cheese. It smelled good and Stephen was hungry, although he didn't say it.

"On that we both disagree, honey." He said stepping forward and grabbing two plates from the cupboard and placing them on the table. He rummaged through the drawers until he found the silverware and got two forks.

You opened the fridge and took a half-empty bottle of red wine and two glasses from the cupboard.

"At first I thought you called me that to annoy me. Anyway, if that was your intention, it stopped working a long time ago."

He accepted the glass you handed him. "I wasn't trying to annoy you."

You grinned "I like it. I never thought I was the kind of girl to like pet names, but I do."

"Good to know."

You two finally sat down to eat and Stephen realized how this was the first time you had eaten together. Of course there were other times when the two of you bumped into each other in the kitchen and ended up having to put up with each other's presence, but this was the first time you two were actually talking. You weren't being a brat and he wasn't teasing you either.

There was actually some romance in the air, as silly as that definition might sound, but he couldn't put it any other way. Both you and he seemed eager to get to know each other better and although you were intimidated by him, the way you were devouring him with your eyes made it clear as day that you wanted him as much as he wanted you and Stephen definitely liked the sensation of being devoured by your eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked and he nodded immediately drinking from his glass. "You just did, but you can ask whatever you want."

You seemed to choose your words "Did they really send you away to Kamar Taj or did you decided to go on your own?"

He thought for a second before answering. He remembered perfectly the conversation he had with Stephen and Defender before leaving on the mission. "I thought that was what you wanted. And I wasn't comfortable living here when clearly my presence bothered your boyfriends."

You sighed. An awkward silence seemed to grow between you and he was about to break it when you simply said: "I missed you. I never thought I would say this, but it's true. Every day when I got home from work I looked at that damn couch and I felt a huge weight on my chest because you weren't there."

Stephen wasn't expecting a confession like that. He could have made several provocations about the couch thing, but he couldn't. He knew you missed him, otherwise Defender wouldn't have asked him to come back, but he didn't think you'd admit it so easily.

"Did you... miss me?" You asked staring at him intently.

Of course he missed you. Every day since the last time he'd seen you in that same kitchen he'd missed you. At night he lost sleep and kept thinking about you, but of course he wasn't going to admit all that. He nodded. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

You smiled shyly.

When you finished eating, Stephen lit a cigarette, which made you stare at him in surprise.

"Awful habit, I know." He said staring to the cigarette in his hand.

You've finished sorting the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on.

"Do you mind?" He asked a little unsure. Stephen did not smoke for years, but all the stress caused by the fact that he was living in another universe with two different versions of himself made him fall back into the old habit.

You shook your head "I don't mind. It's just...it's different. My Stephens don't smoke."

He nodded, swallowing and then exhaling the smoke slowly through his mouth and nostrils. "Your Stephens. What does that make me?"

You smiled looking away "That's what we're trying to figure out, I guess."

He helped you organize everything and then you went back to the living room. Stephen hadn't noticed how late it was, the hours seemed to fly by as you talked. He waited for the other Stephens to return home, but it was past 10pm and there was no sign of any of them.

"I should go to bed now, I wake up early tomorrow." You said getting up and seeming unsure about your next steps. "You… will stay?"

He got up too and walked over to you, holding your hand. "Do you want me to stay?"

You nodded.

"Then I will stay."

You bit the inside of your cheek "Goodnight then, Stephen."

Stephen cupped your face "I think I deserve a goodnight kiss at least."

He didn't wait for you to answer, he took a step closer to you, his thumb touching your bottom lip. You parted your lips instinctively and he noticed how your whole body began to tremble, gently but it was noticeable. He bent his head down to kiss you, just a touch of lips, then you let out a little moan on his lips and it made him lose all self control. He cupped your face in both hands and kissed you deeply. His tongue worked its way past your lips and into your mouth, touching, exploring. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hand gripped his hair, tangling your fingers in it. Stephen liked the feeling.

He hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time. Much longer than he was used to. He was always used to having women throwing themselves at his feet, begging for his attention. But that was in another life and definitely not you, you were different. Somehow he knew you would never beg.

You let out another moan and broke the kiss to breathe, but made a point of staying close, your forehead resting on his. God, he loved the sound of your little moans. Although he had heard so little, it was enough to make him hard. If he could he would have you right there, in that room, with no fear that someone might see you. To be quite honest, Stephen liked the idea. He would love for the others to be able to see you in his arms and know that from that day forward you were his.

You kissed him again, this time softly and then you touched his shoulder and stepped away. "Good night, Stephen."

He nodded even though inside he wanted to scream. "Goodnight, Y/n. See you tomorrow."

You smiled shyly "Breakfast at 7am?"

He chuckled "Nothing in the world would make me wake up so early, not even someone as beautiful as you, honey."

...

You went up to the room you shared with Stephen and went straight to bed. You were too intoxicated with everything that had happened that night to think straight. Your body was shaking, your hands were sweaty. You lay down and covered yourself with the duvet and didn't realize how tired you were until then.

You woke up to warm hands caressing your arm and pulling you close. You didn't even bother to open your eyes, you just snuggled in Stephen's arms, surrendering to his kisses and went back to sleep waking up again the next morning with the despicable sound of your alarm. You turned around, your hand patting the mattress looking for Stephen until it touched his chest. You turned and crawled back into his arms. He was awake.

"May I know why you're up so early?" You asked kissing him softly.

"I woke up to your alarm." He lied through his teeth. As if you didn't know the difference between when he just woke up and when he didn't even sleep a wink during the night.

"Couldn't sleep again? You could have called me. I'd make tea..."

He stroked your arm reassuringly. "I arrived it was very late, I didn't want to wake you up."

You hummed and stretched yawning.

"You and Supreme hit it off apparently." He said it casually, but you could hear the bitterness in his voice.

"We talked. A lot." That was all you said.

"And kissed." He accused.

How could he have known that?

He seemed to understand your confusion. "Cigarette. I tasted it on your lips last night."

You didn't say anything. You couldn’t even look at him. You knew you were hurting him and you felt terrible about it.

"I'm not mad." He said grabbing your chin and making you look at him. "I was the one who asked Defender to talk to him. Defender told me he came home to talk to you. I was already expecting that."

"Stephen..."

He cupped your face "Just promise me that you're sure this is really what you want. That's all I need to know."

You nodded.

"Good. It's all I care about."

He got up and went into the bathroom and you lay there thinking about how it was all too much for you to take in. Of course you were happy that you finally had Supreme, but there was still something wrong.

You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Stephen was shaving, his hands were shaking and he was irritated. You would offer to help, but you knew better. Stephen was too proud to admit he needed help with anything.

You put your head down in the sink to finish rinsing your mouth and finished washing your face.

"I was thinking about going out to dinner tonight." Stephen suggested. "Somewhere nice, far away from here."

You thought for a second as you tied your hair in a ponytail and started your skin care. "We haven't been to that new Arabic restaurant yet. What do you think?"

He nodded. You watched him rinse his face and dry it on the towel and then apply some aftershave. He then devoted himself to his hair. Stephen was vain and you loved watching him take care of himself. It was mesmerizing.

"I thought maybe we could go to the movies." You also suggested "But, dinner is perfect."

"Defender will love to go to the movies with you. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

You finished your skin care with sunscreen and let your hair down to comb it.

"We haven't thought of anything yet, but I think you're right."

Stephen finished his morning ritual and approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"And we have Stark's party on Sunday. Remember?" He asked pushing your hair to the side and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You grimaced "I had completely forgotten. Who throws a party on Sundays?"

Stephen chuckled "Someone to whom every day is the same. Stark doesn't see Mondays the way you do, sweetheart."

You sighed turning to face him. "You will go, right?"

"Defender will go with you."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders "But I want you to go too. Please."

Stephen kissed you softly "I'll think about it."

…

You went to work that morning and were glad you had enough work to keep your mind busy. Upon returning home you felt your heart skip a beat when you found Supreme sprawled on the couch. For so many days you faced that empty couch and your heart felt equally empty, as if a part of you was missing.

He looked at you standing in the foyer staring at him and just smirked. Somehow you knew he knew what you were thinking.

You left your purse and keys on the counter and walked over to him. Without thinking too much about what you were doing, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him in an awkward sort of hug. You didn't say anything, you just stood there holding him for a long minute.

Stephen seemed surprised, but didn't say anything either. He just wrapped his hand around one of your arms and sighed heavily.

"Y/n..." You heard Stephen's voice calling you and you let go of Supreme immediately. You heard footsteps up stairs. "I thought I heard you arrive." He said appearing at the top of the stairs and then casting a disinterested look at Supreme. "Could you come up here for a minute? I need to talk to you."

You agreed and smiled shyly at Supreme and walked towards Stephen.

He wrapped you in his arms as soon as you reached him at the top of the stairs. He kissed you a little rougher than necessary, it was clear he was jealous.

"I missed you." He said pulling you into his room. He slammed the door behind you and practically attacked you with kisses and small bites down your neck.

Although you were surprised, you couldn't say that you didn't like the way he was treating you. "I thought you wanted to talk..."

He made you lift your arms and took off your shirt and bra quickly. "We are talking."

He pushed you until you felt the bed against the back of your legs. You sat and he pushed you down and quickly got rid of what was left of your clothes and got between your legs and started eating you with frightening ferocity, eliciting a moan so loud from your lips that you knew it was impossible that Supreme hadn't heard. The grin on Stephen's lips as he began to fuck you with his fingers showed that that was precisely his intention.

He kept his fingers in and out of you in a rapid pace making you squirm in his hands.

"Stephen... oh fuck... what you doing?"

He brought the fingers of his other hand to his mouth and then began circling your clit with them.

"Pleasuring my girl. Tell me, does it feels good?"

You nodded "Oh god, yes, but I need more than this..." You responded "Give me your mouth."

He complied by sucking on your clit and catching it between his teeth and then soothing with his tongue as his fingers continued to fuck you. "Right there, Steph, don't stop."

But he stopped. Only his fingers kept working on you. "Tell me your mine" He demanded.

You moaned outrageously when he added a third finger.

"I'm yours." You whispered.

Stephen bit the inside of your thigh. "Louder. I could barely hear you, sweetheart."

"I'm yours, Stephen. Yours." You said much louder now. "I need more. Please, Steph, I need your mou..."

He cut you off taking his fingers off you completely. He snapped his fingers freeing himself of his robes and slipped between your legs "I can do better than that, Y/n. Just tell me how much you want it."

Your hips jolted upwards begging for some relief "More than anything. I want you more than anything, Stephen, please, fuck me."

He smiled widely and spat in the palm of his hand, taking the saliva to the tip of his cock and entering you with a strong and violent thrust. You saw stars and you couldn’t contain your groan.

"That’s my girl. Now, we don't have much time to play around, sweetheart. So I'll be quick, okay?"

You nodded vehemently "Yes."

He grabbed your thigh and pulled you closer and then he started to move, fucking you hard and oh so deep.

"You like that, uh? Tell me how much you like my cock fucking you hard."

"I love it."

"Yeah? Than scream for me. I want to hear you screaming my name while I fuck you."

You were too sex drunk to understand what Stephen was really wanting, all you had in your head was him and the pleasure he was giving you, everything else just ceased to exist as he fucked you at that absurd pace.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't tell me I already fucked you dumb, hm? Say my name. Ask for me to make you cum."

You grabbed his hair and pulled hard, your other hand scratching at his back. "Please Stephen, make me cum. I'm so close."

He grabbed your chin making you look at him "You're going to have to be a lot louder than this if you want to cum."

"Stephen...please."

He pulled his cock fully out of you and watched you squirm impatiently beneath him and whimper.

"Do you want it. Beg for it."

"Please, Stephen, please."

He entered you again with one merciless thrust.

"You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. I'm almost there." He cupped your face. "Say my name."

You gave him your best cock drunk smile "Stephen."

He pounded against you, sending the headboard slamming against the wall."

"Louder."

"Stephen." You almost screamed.

He leaned against the bedpost to put more force into his thrusts "Scream for me, sweetheart."

"STEPHEN."

He came inside you with an absurdly loud groan dragging you to your own climax. "My god, Stephen... my Stephen..." Your moans became almost a plea even though you didn't know what you were pleading for.

Even though he was finished, he continued to slowly move in and out of you, carrying you through your orgasm.

He caressed your face and kissed you softly. A wide smile on his lips. "Is that what I am?”

You felt your face blushing, but nodded. "Yes."

He pecked your lips and pulled out, stood up and extended his hand to you. "Come on, let's take a shower. We have a reservation for 7pm."

...

 Defender Strange sighed heavily, giving up trying to sleep. The time was advanced to dawn and he hadn't even managed to sleep a wink. There was so much on his mind!

He sat up in bed running his hands over his face and glanced quickly at the empty mattress. As much as he and Stephen had a good deal and they never fought over you, he still resented not being able to have you in his bed every night. Stephen knew it was ridiculous, if anyone should resent it, it wasn't him but the Stephen Strange of that universe who had his life turned upside down when he, the intruder, conquered his girl and forced him to do the unimaginable: to share her.

For someone as proud as Stephen, someone who could claim to know himself better than anyone else, he knew that this was probably the hardest thing Doctor Strange had ever done and he often wondered if he would be able to do the same. Obviously, he thought that was just a mental exercise, he never imagined that he would actually have to go through that. And it was proving to be an incredibly painful challenge.

He exhaled heavily and stood up. There was no reason to stay in bed if he knew sleep wasn't going to be an option tonight. He rummaged in the bedside table drawer for a hair tie, and quickly tied his hair into a low ponytail. He was just grateful to know he wouldn't have to work the next day.

Wong had released him from Saturday's classes because, according to him, Stephen needed to rest. Little did Wong know that his problem had nothing to do with work and there would be no rest in the world that would ease the heaviness he felt in his chest.

He threw on a T-shirt and sweatpants and went downstairs determined to fix himself something to drink and maybe find some comfort in a book, but when he got to the kitchen he found Stephen sitting in the dark with a bottle of whiskey and a glass in hand.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who lost sleep this time," he said, his voice dripping with bitterness.

"You're assuming I got to sleep, which I didn't." Defender answered.

Defender snapped his fingers lighting the candles in the candlesticks on the counter and bathing the kitchen in ghostly yellow light. Stephen indicated for him to sit down and he did. The doctor conjured up another glass and filled it with whiskey and pushed it towards Defender.

"What troubles you, Defender?" He asked.

Defender picked up the glass and took a long drink "The same thing that upsets you I presume."

Stephen nodded "We could kill him. We tell her it was an accident and everything is resolved."

Defender chuckled dryly "Unfortunately I don't think it's that simple. Besides I've never been good at lying to her."

Stephen nodded. "Neither did I. Even at the beginning, she always knew when I said something that wasn't entirely true. 'You don't know how to lie, Stephen.' That's what she says."

Defender nodded. "I don't think you ever told me how you met her."

Stephen thought for a second "It was the silliest thing in the world. We met at that sandwich bar next to the office where she works."

"The tuna melt one?" Defender asked and Stephen nodded. "Wong also makes you go get it for him?"

Defender chuckled "Sometimes."

Stephen sighed "She was there. We talked and she was bold. I remember exactly the words: 'It's a long shot, but could you give me your number?'"

Defender stared at him in disbelief "She asked for your number, at a sandwich bar?"

Stephen grinned as if the memory was alive right before his eyes "It was 7am. She said it was in case she needed a superhero." He gave a small laugh staring at his own glass. "She called me the same night and asked me out."

Defender smiled "She's amazing. No wonder we're so in love with her."

Stephen poured the rest of the whiskey from the glass and refilled it. "What surprises me is that she's in love with us." He sighed heavily then pointed a finger to Defender  "When she fell in love with you it was painful but understandable. You were annoyingly kind..."

Defender took a long drink of his whiskey but didn't say anything.

"...But with him? You're practically perfect, he's just annoying."

Defender shook his head "I'm not perfect, Stephen. I've made the same mistakes as you and even more..." He sighed heavily "I allowed my entire universe to be destroyed, yours is still here."

Stephen seemed to disagree "It wasn't your fault. Unlike what happened to his universe..."

"We don't know that, Stephen. We can't use our assumptions against him, no matter how much we hate him."

Stephen sighed "Do you... hate him?"

Defender did not respond. He had asked that question to himself many times and every time he thought he was reaching a conclusion he was faced with the realization that hating Supreme was the same as hating himself. "I don't particularly like him, but I can't say I hate him. Besides, as I said, his love for her is genuine."

"So that's it, we going to go through with it."

Defender drank the rest of the whiskey from the glass "We’re going to make it work. It's crazy, I know, but it will work because after all he's one of us."

Stephen ran his hands over his face "Sometimes I find it hard to believe there's anything similar between the two of you beyond the physical aspect."

Defender chuckled "I'm sorry to say, but you and he have more in common than you'd like to admit."

...

You woke up on Saturday morning and thanked the heavens that you didn't have to go to work. You were tired, overwhelmed with everything going on in your life and you just wanted a quiet day. Stephen wasn't in bed, he had said he would need to leave in the morning, but he didn't specify what he was going to do, you didn't insist on an answer either.

The night had been incredible. The restaurant was great, but the sex… god, the sex was intense. Of course you knew he was jealous, his words didn't hide it, but it wasn't like you could complain. Stephen had fucked you senseless when you got home from the restaurant and you loved every second of it.

You went downstairs for coffee and found Defender in the kitchen. He was busy making pancakes. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"I was going to go upstairs to wake you up." He said turning off the fire and turning to look at you. He ran his finger lightly over a spot on your neck and then kissed you softly.

"Are you hungry?"

You nodded "Starving."

"Good. I made pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and your favorite: fresh orange juice."

You smirked "You spoil me too much, you know that, Defender Strange?"

He smirked "Never enough." He cupped your face and kissed you intensely, his tongue entering your mouth and dominating yours. You moaned softly into his lips and he hummed in response. When he broke the kiss there was a shy smile on your lips. "Have a seat, I'll set the table for us."

You had breakfast together enjoying the silence of the Sanctum and each other's company. You enjoyed mornings with Defender because they were rare. Usually he left for Kamar Taj before you wake up in the morning. The only mornings you spent together were Sunday mornings and yet he often had to leave early to solve some problem or take care of the preparations for some mission.

That morning though he wasn't in a hurry, he was still dressed in his pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, his hair pulled back lazily in a low ponytail.

"Stephen told me you guys went to the new Arabic restaurant last night. Did you have a good time?" he asked casually. At first they didn't talk about your nights with the other Stephen, but now it was so natural that it was part of any conversation.

"It was fun. There was live music."

"Arabic music?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, it was…interesting."

He watched you with keen eyes as you sipped your orange juice and then touched your neck again in that same spot. "Everything else seems to have been interesting too." He said disguising what you thought was jealousy with a smirk. Defender never showed any jealousy, though you'd imagine he was good at keeping everything to himself.

"What was that?" You asked innocently.

"He left a huge hickey on your neck, baby. Although I know the message wasn't intended for me, it's hard not to feel jealous seeing you marked that way."

You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it again, your hand automatically going to your neck. You hadn't seen that. "You can remove it, can't you? You always do that."

He shook his head taking the last sip of coffee from his cup. "I don't think that would be smart of me."

You sighed heavily "Stephen... what are we doing?"

He stared at you not understanding what you were asking.

"I mean, if you are so uncomfortable with the idea of ​​sharing me with Supreme, then we shouldn't go through with it. I might be in love with him, but that doesn't give me the right to risk everything else."

He caressed your face gently. "I love you, Y/n. I love you with all of my heart, with every fiber of my being, but I know I'm not the only one who loves you this way."

"But I don't want to make you suffer, or Stephen... he's suffering."

"It's not your fault that there are more Stephens in this universe than there should be. And as you've told me more than once: you love us, you love each and every one of us and that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's very beautiful indeed. You're not doing anything wrong."

You sighed looking for his hand and intertwining your fingers in his. "I do. I love you, Stephen. Each one of you. So much. But it’s so confusing."

He smiled "Stephen is going to be fine. We're going to be fine."

You nodded trying to convince yourself that he was right, then you both heard footsteps approaching and Supreme entered the kitchen. He was fully dressed in his blue robes and cloak.

Supreme's cloak was so beautiful, elegant and majestic, but it was also a volatile little thing that wouldn't accept being touched by anyone but him and once got into a fight with Stephen's cloaky. It would be funny if the two Stephens hadn't gotten so mad at the time.

"Good morning" He said pouring himself a cup of coffee. He didn't sit down, he just leaned against the counter and smiled at you, just a smile, but it made you blush. He took a long drink of coffee and addressed Defender. "I have a meeting now with Tony Stark, I might be late getting back."

Defender looked at him curiously "A meeting with Stark? May I ask what this is about?"

He put the cup on the counter. "He wants to talk about a job."

You frowned "A job? A mission you mean."

He nodded "I'll be back as soon as possible and explain everything. Until then..." He glanced at your neck and you could see his irises darkening with rage and jealousy. He just left without finishing what he was saying and you felt a huge weight in your chest knowing that it had hurt him. You lowered your head and swallowed thickly, but didn't say anything. You knew Defender's eyes were on you.

"This will pass." He said getting up and taking the plates and cups off the table and placing them in the sink. You sighed heavily. "It never felt wrong when it was you. I had doubts, a lot, but it didn't feel wrong. With Supreme it feels... I don't know."

He took the cup that Supreme had left on the counter and dropped it in the sink "He could at least try to keep things in place..."

He didn't finish what he was going to say. You heard his exhale and waited in total silence. He turned around leaning on the counter. He ran a hand over his face and said simply. "I'm not happy with the idea of ​​sharing you with Supreme. Stephen isn't happy with the idea either. I've barely been able to sleep, all I can think about is that he's going to touch you, that he's going to make love to you and it makes me insanely jealous and you know, Y/n, you know I'm not a jealous man, but I'm insanely jealous right now and Stephen is, and it's even harder for him because this is the second time this happens."

You quickly wiped the tears streaming down your face "Then it's decided. Let's stop this now." Your voice came out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"No, we won't."

He approached you and held out his hand for you to get up. He wrapped his arm around your waist and cupped your face. "He loves you. He really does. And you love him. Keeping you both separated won't change that, it'll just cause more pain."

He wiped your tears away with his thumb "Me and Stephen are going to be fine. We love you more than anything and we're going to make this work."

You nodded "But you just said..."

"I know what I said. It's been difficult for all of us, but I prefer to use my mind over my heart in this matter."

He lifted your chin to kiss your lips sweetly "Now, I don't want to talk about Supreme anymore. Today is my day with you and I want to enjoy every second of it."

You smiled nodding "I want to go to the movies"

He smirked "Then we'll go to the movies."

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suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

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CHAPTER SEVEN

SMUT AHEAD

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It's been 2 weeks since you and Suguru decided to let your feelings roam and try a relationship.

This meant you had to tell Choso that you can no longer see him, which made you sad because you genuinely liked Choso.

But your feelings for Suguru are different. Even though he's your best friend, he's still mysterious.

You've held strong to your promise to yourself to not have sex with Suguru yet. Frankly, you're nervous about the whole thing. Not because you're not experienced, but because you've never experienced Suguru. The way he carries himself makes you think that he knows how to use his cock and can go for hours.

Also, you haven't had sex for a few months. You're basically a virgin again.

It's Saturday night and Suguru has planned a date night for you. While you're both homebodies, you're due for a night out. Well, at least dinner.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your manicured hand running over your curves. You turn to the side and look at your ass poking out of your dress, along with your thighs. You're a thicker woman which Suguru loves.

You're wearing a body-hugging black midi dress with a lowcut neckline that showed off your chest. You accessorized with gold earrings and watch, adding a gold anklet on your right ankle. You slipped on your basic black heels, letting the anklet fall right about the strap.

You heard Suguru's door open, his footsteps to follow. You grab your purse, also stepping out into the living room.

Suguru's eyes were glued to your figure, his eyes going over all of the curves on your body. He's wearing a black suit, looking especially delicious. His hair was half up, half down, his top half of his hair secured in a bun.

"Wow." Was all he could say as he took a step towards you. His eyes devoured you before his lips did. "I didn't know you could dress up like this." He took your hand and let you do a twirl, his eyes watching your ass move.

"I bought this awhile ago and forgot about it." You looked down at your feet, glancing at your snake tattoo that wraps around your ankle and goes down to your foot. Suguru always thought this tattoo was sexy.

"I'm glad I'm the first one to see it." Suguru leaned into your ear. "And the first one to take it off of you."

A blush appeared across your face as Suguru grabbed your long coat for you out of the closet.

During the car ride, Suguru's hand stayed on your thigh, occasionally giving it a squeeze. Your pussy was aching for him – the wetness seeping to your panties. You observed his side profile: the chiseled jawline, the expresso eyes, and the black locks. You fixated on his nose for a moment, imagining that his nose is the first part that touches your core when he goes down on you.

If he could hear your thoughts he would probably be mortified.

Suguru took you to a low key italian restaurant. You both love pasta, so why not have date night there?

As you're enjoying your meals, you decide to be bold and run your heeled foot up and down his leg. Suguru's mouth curved into a smirk, his hand going to your foot. He caressed it gently, pressing his thumb to the middle part of your foot.

"Don't tease me. I'll take you in the bathroom." Suguru said casually, taking a bite of his pasta.

You had no doubt he actually would.

Maybe one day you'll take him up on that offer.

Once you finished your meal, Suguru was still hungry.

Hungry for you.

His movements were more rushed, he pulled you almost roughly from your seat, helping you get your jacket on. You looked down at his pants and noticed his dick-print in his pressed pants.

So that's why he's acting like this.

The car ride home was filled with sexual tension, both of you not willing to give in first and fuck in the car. Even though you wanted to badly, you didn't want your first time with Suguru to be in his vehicle.

After what felt like an hour, you and Suguru were in the elevator together. His hand found yours and intertwined his fingers. You looked up at him and smiled, squeezing his hand gently, loosening his grip.

Lately you've been sleeping in Suguru's room, basically using your room as a closet. You walk into his room and sit on his bed, leaning down to unbuckle your heels.

"Let me," Suguru knelt down on one knee, carefully holding your foot with one hand and unbuckling the strap with the other. You lean back on the bed, observing your boyfriend helping you take off your heels that were killing your feet. Suguru slid one heel off, moving to the other foot. His touch felt like fire, it felt like he was leaving marks along your skin. You let out a sigh, almost giving in to your needs.

Suguru brought himself to your eye-level, searching your eyes for permission to kiss you. His plump lips are soon on yours, his hands gripping your hips. You cradle his face in your hands, slipping your tongue in and out of his mouth.

His hand traveled up to your breasts, taking a handful in his hand and squeezing roughly. You moan against his lips, gripping his hair roughly.

Suguru gently pressed your body down on the bed, throwing his jacket on the floor to (hopefully) cool his body off a bit.

He was hovering over you now, his arms on both sides of your body, caging you in. His lips attached to your neck, sucking roughly and trailing kisses down to your chest.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." Suguru looked up at you, his lips almost touching the goosebumps on your skin.

You nod, pushing his head down into your chest. His lips sucked on your breast while his other hand squeezed the other breast that his mouth was not fixated on. Your toes curl as his tongue swirls around your erect nipple before he started sucking on it. He pays close attention to your movements, tending to your every need.

"Suguru," You let out a breath, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Yes, baby?" His mouth leaves your breast.

"I need you inside of me." You could feel your pussy soaking from arousal. You love foreplay but you don't know if you can go another minute without his cock filling you.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Suguru helped you take off your dress, revealing your lacy bra and underwear. He unbuttons his shirt and pants quickly where you saw his cock pressed against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Suguru lays down on the left side of the bed, sliding his boxer briefs down his legs, kicking them to the side. His cock sprung to his abdomen. He's big. And girthy. You didn't know if he would fit inside of you, honestly. But you never back down from a challenge.

Soon your underwear and bra was off.

"Come here." Suguru held out his hand, pulling you to straddle his waist. You bit your bottom lip as your entranced grazed his tip, causing you both to moan. "You're sure you want this?"

"Yes, Sugu." You nod, teasing his tip with your entrance. Suguru's hands landed on your hips, but are careful not to go too fast and press your body down on his.

You look down at Suguru's face, his eyes observing your every move while taking glances at your pussy.

"She's beautiful." Suguru slaps your ass gently.

"Suguru I'm not sure you're gonna fit." You look down into his eyes.

"I know you can do it, princess." Suguru gripped your hips a bit more roughly while you hovered your pussy over his tip.

You push your body down slowly on Suguru, his tip disappearing inside your pussy. Suguru's eyes roll back, his head soon following.

Inch by inch, you push yourself onto Suguru. Each time he entered you, he moaned your name.

"Fuck." Suguru smacked your ass roughly. "I need to feel all of you. I need to fill your body."

You pussy was soaking his cock and you went up and down, finally reaching the base of his cock. You moan loudly, pressing your hands to his knees.

"This view is amazing." Suguru pushed his cock into you gently, helping you with the pace. "Ride me."

You slide your pussy off of his cock, teasing his tip again before slamming yourself down on him. You quickening your pace, bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands squeezed your hips, leaving handprints on your skin.

"You take me so well." Suguru's eyes locked on yours, watching your body bounce on him. You shimy your pussy down the length of his cock once more before grinding your hips on his.

You're close.

Suguru senses how close you are and rocks your hips back and forth, pushing himself into you.

"Yes, Suguru, right there." You moan, your climax approaching.

"You come first, princess."

You grind faster before your eyes squeezed shut, your body almost malfunctioning. You ride out your high on his cock while your walls pulsate around him. Suguru looked satisfied watching you come undone on his cock.

You pant but leave Suguru inside of you. You bring a piece of your hair behind your ear, leaning down and placing a kiss on Suguru's lips. His cheeks were flushed with a light pink color, his chocolate eyes hiding underneath his eyelids.

"I want you to come now." You whisper in his ear, biting his lobe gently.

Suguru didn't verbally answer, but he flipped you both over so now he was on top. You watched as his muscular upper body glistened with sweat, his cock leaving you for a brief moment. You whimper from the lost contact before he slams into you.

His strokes are passionate, moving like music. His hand caressed your face before kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth.

You swear you could feel his cock in your stomach. You could not believe Suguru Geto, your best friend, was currently rearranging your organs. His cock feels so good inside of you, like home.

You feel another orgasm approaching as Suguru quickened his pace, his entire length inside of you.

"Suguru," You moan, leaning your head back on the pillow.

"Come with me, princess." Suguru brings his head next to yours, pounding into your pussy. He must've felt your walls pulsate around him because his movements started to become uneven, his breath staggering.

You moan his name once more as your second climax came. You swear you saw fireworks in your eyes. Suguru was still pumping into you, about to come undone.

"Where do you want me to come?"

"Fill me." You moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pack your pussy with his cum. His hips stopped moving, his cock soon retreating from you.

You frown at the loss of his cock, wishing it was still inside you. Suguru got up, grabbing a towel and a glass of water for you. He cleans your body, paying special attention to the fresh bruises he left.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He looked at your neck, hips, chest, and thighs. "I can't help but mark you as mine." Suguru planted a kiss on your swollen lips, leaving you breathless.

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Part 3: No More Waiting

Here is the requested part 3 to Guess I Waited too long. Honestly I just wrote that fic to process my own emotions about episode 13 and did not think I'd get any notice on those fics. I'm so sorry for the long wait! I finally had some reprieve to edit and post but I promise I have been working on it since part 2.

Also that season finale was NOT OKAY!! I cried for a full day so I definitely had to finish this to give myself and others comfort and lots of therapy. After this, I will write quite a few fix it fics if anyone requests them cause that was not on.

I've never really published anything I've written but I would hope this 3 part series gave my fellow Tech lovers a little therapy.

My stories are 18+. Minors begone.

I honestly don't know the word count so enjoy the numberless paragraphs of sex.

Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. PiV sex, unprotected, NSFW, explicit PiV, crude language, aftercare, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), just filth. Pure filth

Also Cid is not a backstabbing asshole in this cause she shouldn't have done that to the boys or Omega

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Enjoy you horny bastards!

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You had returned to Pabu over 40 rotations ago and you and Tech had been... less than affectionate. Honestly, you didn't mind. Tech was still quite new to the whole relationship thing and you certainly did not want to push him. You loved the man and would be as patient as possible. But Maker were you horny! Why did he have to be so damned attractive? Everything he did just made you think about how he'd feel against you, inside you. He really did not realise how much you needed him.

Phee had returned shortly after you and the boys, successfully clearing yours and their name. Cid was callous and harsh but she could be understanding when she wanted to be. Besides, the Batch were her best assets. She wasn't going to risk severing ties. Apparently the whole reason she'd left them stranded was the Empire had finally made its way to Ord Mantell. She needed time and a way to keep the boys out of the Empire's sight. Easiest way was keeping them away. Course she had to act all threatening; she couldn't risk anyone think she'd gone soft.

"So... it's safe to come back?" Omega asked.

"Only if ya want. If you're happy on where you are, I'll just send stuff your way. It's how I keep Phee invested." Cid shrugged. Maybe she had changed after all. Or Omega crawled her way into Cid's cold heart.

You looked over at Tech, meeting his eyes. You nodded your head over towards the Marauder, wanting to talk to him. He nodded back and followed you quietly to the ship. You were pacing, which confused him. You hadn't mentioned any upset or anger since the mission so to see you anxious worried him.

"Mesh'la? Is something wrong?"

You looked at your man, your handsome sexy man. "Nothing you can't fix my love... I miss you."

Tech cocked his head to the side. "I'm right here. Why would you miss me?"

You sighed and tapped your lips, a small signal to him that you wanted a kiss. "I miss feeling you darling. We've been busy lately. We haven't had any time together.... alone."

Tech smiled, understanding what you wanted. He approached you, hands finding their place on your hips. Touching his forehead to yours, it was a moment of pure love and intimacy. Neither of you could believe how lucky you were to be together and hoped nothing would ever come between you.

"Well cyare, how do you propose we rectify this? Surely the ship is not a place for such intimate affairs?"

You smiled, knowing he was genuinely curious as to how you'd find time. You weren't worried though; Tech was a man of curiosity. You knew he'd do whatever you wanted him to to make sure you were fully satisfied.

“No but that’s definitely something I’d like to do eventually. We shouldn’t rush it so how about we have dinner tomorrow and just see where the night takes us!”

Tech nodded, giving you a kiss. “Sounds good my darling. Now how about we get back before Wrecker comes looking?”

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Dinner was quiet but sweet. Plus the food was perfect; you and Tech had some sort of connection where you two working in tandem in the kitchen was second nature. This caused every new recipe to be perfect and well done!

Cuddling on the couch in your borrowed home, you felt more than content. You really couldn't be happier. After so much drama, it was nice to have a space your own and settle down. You weren't 100% sure what Tech's thoughts were but you knew him and his brothers had been talking about moving permanently to Pabu and honestly? After the shit you dealt with on Ord Mantell, settling down in a bungalow on an island paradise with the man you love was more than what you'd ever ask for.

Tech pressed his lips to your temple, allowing you to let out a small sigh of happiness. It wasn’t often you two had quiet moments like this. You were either helping around town or tech was working on the ship.

You turned your head upward, wanting a kiss, which Tech happily gave. It was clear you two were pent up however as the chaste kiss soon turned heated, tongues battling for dominance. You were quick to straddle your beau’s waist, slowly grinding down on his crotch. Tech let out a groan of lust at your ministrations, wanting more. He went to push his goggles up over his head but you stopped him.

“Keep them on,” you whispered in his ear. “I want you to see me clearly.” You ground down harder, making Tech cry out in pleasure. “Plus I like you with your goggles on.”

Tech nodded quickly. “Of course mesh’la! Whatever you’d like tonight, it’s yours!” His hand came to your chest, gently palming your sensitive breasts. He wasted no time in gently pulling at the buttons, wanting to see more.

It was a beautiful thing, you thought. That you of all people could make the intelligent clone desperate and inarticulate. It made you swell with pride; giving you the confidence to slowly move off his waist and onto the floor. Unbuckling Tech's belt was a task and a half. You always knew it would be cause dear god that man had ALL the pockets strapped to his waist. Buckle after buckle, you eventually became frustrated enough where you sat back and started pouting.

Tech chuckled, leaning forwards, he took your chin in his hand. "Something wrong, cyare?"

You glared at him and then his pants. "You know damn well what's wrong! YOU HAVE TOO MANY POCKETS!!"

He laughed softly before taking over removing his bottoms. As he removed his jeans he laughed again. "My darling, you must work on your patience. Plus my pockets can hold many things... like remotes to certain toys?"

You gawked, never having considered that. Tech could and probably would make you writhe in constant pleasure while no one would be wise to the situation. The mere idea made you feel your undies become soaked. This was definitely something you’d have to discuss later. Who would’ve known that Tech would be kinky! You loved it and absolutely wanted to explore more scenarios with your love. But right now...

“Just help me undress you, smart-ass!”

Tech laughed before continuing to remove his clothing for you. He knew you had patience but the more desperate you became, the less patience you’d be. He pulled you back up onto his waist, bringing you in for another passionate kiss. Your frustration at his clothing disappearing into his soft lips.

You pulled away and knelt back onto the floor, pulling his cock out of its confines. Your mouth started to water, the tip glistening with pre cum. You gave an experimental lick from the base to the frenulum. You heard Tech suck in a breath, gaining courage to take all of him in your mouth. Eventually finding a rhythm, you bobbed your head, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Tech was gasping, the feeling of your warm mouth overwhelming him. His hands found purchase at the back of your head, gripping your hair at its roots. The slight pressure on your scalp caused you to release a low moan, sending vibrations down Tech’s cock.

“Kark cyare! You’re perfect! It's like your mouth was made for me!”

You smiled, giving him a little suck at his tip as a thank you. You felt him start to buck into your mouth and you knew he was getting close.

“Mesh’la, please! If you keep going like that I’m going to cum. I’d rather do that inside you!” he whimpered.

You pulled off with a pop, smiling gently up at him. “Of course my love. Anything you’d like.”

Now it was your turn to completely undress. Tech had already taken care of your top, leaving you in your bra and pants. You wanted to tease him so you slinked away from your love’s lap, standing before him. You started to sway your hips in a figure 8 motion while feeling yourself up and down. You smirked when you saw Tech lean back and palm himself, obviously liking what he was seeing. Reaching back, you unclipped your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. You chuckled a little at Tech’s expression.

His mouth was pressed into a line, and he was looking up at you desperate for you to do something other than dance. He wanted, no NEEDED, you to touch him. He was stiff, trying not to melt into a puddle of submission to your will. While he loved when you took charge, he really wanted to be in control tonight.

You shimmied out of your pants, pulling your underwear with them. Straddling Tech’s waist again, you started suckling at his neck again, leaving as many marks as possible.

“Darling, as much as I love this, I think we need to move to the bedroom. I would hate for someone to catch us in a state of undress,” Tech panted. He stood, gripping your thighs to keep you where you were. You squealed at the sudden change of position, wrapping your legs tighter round his waist.

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.”

He gently place you on the bed, hovering over your body. His kisses made you breathless but you couldn't muster a care. His lips were too soft, too sweet. Oxygen was overrated anyway, you thought as his lips left yours to trail down your neck again. Leaving little hickies and bruises all over, Tech continued his mission lower, kissing over your breasts, your belly, until he reached his destination. Kissing up your thighs, teasing you, he decided to leave more spots, hickies only he would know about and would remind you who you belong to.

"Teeeccchh!" you whined, "Stop teasing!" You bucked your hips towards his face, wanting to feel his mouth on you.

He smirked, pushing his goggles up his nose. "And who am I to deny such a pretty thing?" One lick from your entrance to your clit had you crying out in pleasure and relief. Finally!

He ate you out like a man dying of thirst, suckling your little button like his life depended on it. You were certain you'd lose your voice before the main event at how much Tech had you crying out and moaning.

"Kriff! Kark Tech! How did you get so good at this?" you cried out.

He only answered in a moan against your clit, sending vibrations down your whole lower half. He may not have had much relationship experience but he did read up and research every single erogenous zone a woman of your species could have. Thankfully, humans were quite easy to research as male and females had similar erogenous zones. Tech paid special attention to your vulva and clit, stimulating it in every way possible.

Once he thought you were sufficiently lubricated, he started probing your entrance with one finger, before sinking inside. You screamed, not expecting it but welcoming the intrusion. His fingers were long and reached that perfect spongy spot just inside. Curling his fingers in a come hither, he added a second and eventually a third.

You felt so incredibly full, becoming more and more overstimulated with each pump of Tech's fingers. You were so close, that knot in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more tight. Tech could feel your clenching around his fingers, knowing you were close to your finish.

"Come on cyare. Cum for me. It's okay," he murmured against your clit.

It didn't take too long for you to reach that precipice. You fell over that edge, every muscle in your body freezing as you saw stars behind your eyes. It took you a moment to catch your breath, Tech gently kissing your thighs as you came down from your high.

"Karking hells... that was amazing love!" you moaned out.

Tech crawled back up your body, kissing every piece of skin he could reach. "Don't pass out on me yet cyar'ika. We're not done yet."

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on your tongue and it made you whimper against him. Tech pulled away and smiled softly as he lined himself with your dripping cunt. Just the feeling of his tip against you made you buck your hips, wanting more.

"You ready darling?"

"Tech, I swear if you don't fuck me, I'll find someone who will!"

Tech laughed, knowing you were all talk. You didn't make yourself suffer through hurt and jealousy just to walk away when he teased. Slowly entering your warm walls, it took every bit of Tech's willpower not to bottom out instantly. You felt so good! So warm, so tight and inviting.

You used your legs to pull Tech deeper, not caring about slow anymore. You needed more! Your movements caused Tech to lose balance and hilt himself inside, making him curse something you never thought you'd hear.

"FUCK darling!! You're going to be the death of me if you keep doing that."

You giggled, rolling your eyes like the brat you were. Tech started to move, slowly in and out, allowing you to become accustomed to his size. You closed your eyes, biting your lip in ecstacy. Thank the Maker for Jango Fett's DNA cause you knew every clone would be well endowed but Tech was genetically enhanced so you knew his intelligence came with other perks as well.

Tech started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours deliciously. His pelvic bone gently hit your clit with every thrust, it did not take very long for your orgasm to approach quickly again. Why did he have to be so good at this? He'd give you so much pleasure you'd be unable to walk. Tech was perfect in every way, shape and form.

Wanting to prolong, you used all your strength to flip Tech over so you'd be on top.

"Taking control are we, cyare?"

In response you ground down, loving the hiss of pleasure he drew. Grinding down gently, you teased him. Tech bucked up into you, letting you know it wasn't fair to tease.

"Darling please! You know I don't last long in this position! The angle in which I enter you is quite possibly the most pleasurable and if i continue at this pace I won't last and be able to give you the pleasure you deserve."

You smiled, loving it when he started to go on a tangent. Knowing this particular one was because of you was delicious to say the least. So, you tortured him a little longer. You continued to ride him, bracing yourself on his chest. Tech's hands flew to your hips, forcing you down even more onto his cock with each thrust. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving little crescent marks on his pecs. You could feel him start to stutter his hips and while you loved the feeling of it, you did not want the fun to end yet. This was the man you loved and you were going to give him whatever he wanted at this point. So you flipped back over, letting him be back on top.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. You heart was bursting and you once again felt that little knot becoming tighter and tighter. This time, you did not want to tease. Tech thrusted harder and faster, feeling your cunt pulse and grip him like a vice. His hips stuttered a bit and you both knew neither would last much longer.

"Darling, where?"

You moaned loudly, loving the feelings you had. "Inside me my love! Fill me up with your cum!"

A few thrusts later, you felt warmth spreading through your lower half and felt Tech release inside you. You fell off your precipice, seeing the galaxy behind your eyelids. Muscles tensed and relaxed, riding your orgasm out.

You felt Tech collapse against you, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little kisses. You relaxed your legs from around his waist and he turned you both onto your sides, cuddling into you further.

"You feeling okay?" you rasped, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm" he moaned. Tech lifted his head and adjusted his goggles. "More than okay cyare. I'm spent."

You laughed a little at that, feeling the exact same. Tech got out of bed, leaving you a little shiver at the lack of his body heat, but promptly returned with two canteens and a wet cloth. Spreading your legs, he gently wiped away any cum that was left on your skin. He gently encouraged you to go pee because "urination helps with clearing out any disease or sperm that may be left" but you scoffed.

"I'll pee later! Just come cuddle me please? I need a nap after that."

Nodding, Tech crawled back in next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. Snuggling in, you inhaled a breath of his scent, loving the man. You felt your heart rates calm down and slow as you cuddled. You were essentially fucked out and loved Tech for knowing your body so well.

"You're thinking very loudly mesh'la."

You smiled and curled into his chest more. "I'm sorry love. Just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too my darling. Now try and get some sleep. I have set tomorrow aside for us and I plan to use it well."

You smiled, blushing hard. You didn't know what Tech had in mind but you were excited for it. A whole uninterrupted day with the man you love? A certain yes please.

You slipped Tech's goggles off his head and set them on the nightstand. No indents for this clone. As you looked over you felt a rush of emotion run through you.

No more waiting you thought. You both had waited long enough to be together. Blast the Empire, the rebellion, the crime lords and everything horrible in the galaxy. You had everything you needed right there next to you.

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Hopefully it's what you all hoped for! As always criticism is always welcome as long as its kind and constructive. Thank you for all the love in the last month or so. If anyone wants anymore please feel free to reach out with requests!

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Kissed Mirror {Jimin X 'Dom' Reader 18+}

→ Warnings: Marking & biting, Mirror play

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Teasing

→ Summary: Jimin Is finally home after being on tour for two months. In missing him so much You decide to go visit as soon as possible. When you get there he's on his phone and not talking to you. So. You pull a stunt to make him focus on you instead.  

→ Word Count: 2 450

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 6/26/23

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Pulling up to the same old apartment I always visited. The clouds left the grounds in a shadowed haze. My mood, feeling similar. Tall trees surrounding the building, starting to bud with life. Intense wind shaking the branches, bringing cold through layers of clothing. In seeking something other than this cold day, I walked up to the apartment complex. To find my warmth and shelter.

“I’m here!” I called out. Walking inside the tall black door, lined with sleek silver. Walking through the doorway, the bitter sweet smell of roses filled my senses. The house was rather empty. Other than a few suitcases and a pile of clothes by the living room. The lights were all off, white sheer curtains swung wide open. The place was quite dark due to the limited sunlight and zero lights. Finally I was greeted by Jimin, flopped out on the leather couch. As he scrolled his phone.

“Hey, what are you doing here?~” He smiled wide, meeting my equally joyful gaze. His kind eyes hid behind his cheeks. Getting up to greet me with a sigh, Swiping a hand through mocha colored hair. Few pieces dangled untamed in his face. His silver hoop earrings spotted among the strands of hair. Sure he was on his day off, lazing around at home. With remains of travel supplies stacked in the living room. But not without style. Jimin met me in front of the door, Standing in front of me with his arms wide open. “Cmere.”

He demanded adorably so. I fell into his embrace. His soft tan sweater comforted me like a warm blanket. Again the smell of rose’s. Jimin’s warm hands holding me. Feeling like a weight had been taken off my shoulders from a single touch. Not wanting to let go. Feeling a hot puff of air by my ear.

“I’m glad you're here. Aish, sorry. I’ve been so tired. ” Jimin yawned, covering his mouth with a silver ringed hand. Letting me go he grabbed one of my hands, lazily dragging me behind him. Back to the leather couch. Past all the other white furniture. “Sorry about the mess, don't mind it.. I haven't had the chance to properly go through everything since the tour.”

He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, guiding me to sit down with him. Jimin was nearly folded in half beside me. The arm closest to me swung around my shoulder. The other held his phone, he had probably gotten from a sponsor. Jimin’s tired eyes scanned the screen as he swiped up repeatedly. Tired eyes with remains of makeup on, followed the motion. Leaning into him a little closer, I saw it was the Weverse app he was on. So Jimin was scrolling through millions of ARMY posts. The whole while he scrolled, his plump lips held a soft smile. Though he looked exhausted. Jimin told me he got home two days ago. But by the look of his place, and eye bags. It seemed more like it was late last night…

I had caught up with their new content and often saw ARMY’s posts. Edits of the members and so on. Every edit I seemed to stumble upon was of Jimin. Which made me miss him more.. Now I finally get to see him and he’s not even talking to me. Here I am watching my amazing boyfriend stare at his phone. Though, It’s work related.. I’ll just enjoy the silent company. So I pulled out my phone and scrolled uselessly. I’m sure he’ll wrap up in a bit. I did just barge in after all..

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We sat together here in almost complete silence. Other than Jimin yawning or me trying to break said silence. Scrolling on our phones? After not seeing each other for nearly two months? I was starting to get a little aggravated. Just as anyone would. I had asked him to tell me about the performances every now and then. He’d say ‘in a minute’ everytime. It's now been an hour. I knew what he was doing was work related, technically. But ARMY could wait.

“Jimin?” I called out his name. A ting of sass escaped past my lips.

“Hm? Yes love?” Jimin replied, Tilting his head up a little. Shaking stray hair strands from his view. Eyes still on the screen.

“Put down the phone?” Finally I asked. Waiting.

“Hang on one second I promise.-”

“Too late.” I slid onto his lap.

“Woah, hey-”

(spice)

I latched a hold on his phone before his hands flew back from me. Before he knew what I was up to. My free hand balanced myself on his lap. A little.. lower.. than I expected. Jimin twitched from the sudden contact. At that moment I stole his phone. Powering it down with a smug grin.

“I’ll make you get off of it.” I met his gaze, those doe eyes didn't seem so tired anymore.

“Ha.. you're challenging me?” Jimin tilted his head to the side. Inhaling sharply. A sly grin formed across his lips as he stared me down. Oh fuck.. He leaned closer to me, tracing one of his hands down my spine. Resting at my lower back. Pushing me into him. I was the one shaking now. Jimin, once again in possession of his phone. Releasing me, let a smug grin grace his lips. Leaning by my ear he whispered. “We both know it won't end well for you if you tease me.~”

“But, You can keep trying if you want. I’ll decide when I'm done on my phone.” Jimin sassed leaving a small pout behind. He flopped back to his original place on the couch among the few fluffy pillows. Bringing myself forward, my chest resting upon his. Slowly breathing across his neck. I shot a glance past his chin. Jimin was biting the inside of his cheek, presumably avoiding my gaze. My eyes quickly locked onto my next target with a little grin. Sliding my hands down his chest, over his sweater. Again my gaze drifted back to him. I flipped up the hem of his sweater and ran my cold hands slowly across his abs. Jimin flinched a little from the sudden touch from my cool hand. “You feeling me huh?”

I could tell his jaw clenched at the motion. Hovering my hand around there for a moment. Feeling his muscles. Moving my hips over his thighs. Jimin’s light denim jeans hugged them perfectly. Perfectly enough for me to tell he was enjoying this. Upon realizing this, My gaze flew up to meet his. Still staring at his screen. Holding his bottom lip in a small bite. Pink started dusting his cheeks. Continuing to stare I could almost see the blush intensify. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a little backed up from being away for so long… Jimin was reacting way more quickly. Almost instantly.

“L-listen, It’s a waste of time. Just stop messing with me.”

“Really?” I asked mockingly. His eyes were now slowly drifting their attention to me through rapid blinks. Those beautiful eyes I could get lost in. But now isn't the time. My hands wander further under his sweater.

“It wont work. Baby, just stop, I'm trying to work..” Jimin started sounding a little irritated with me. Grabbing my wrist, halting the hand that had been about to reach his chest. Once my hand was held down, I could feel Jimin’s heartbeat. Beating fast in his chest. His body, getting warmer by the second. I let a small grin tug at the corner of my lips. He set the phone down and attempted to shake me off. Pulling my hands out from under his sweater. But he still wasn't saying no. “What has gotten into you? Aish.. Ok ok what.”

“If you really want me to stop, why haven't you stopped me?” Now seeing you all worked up makes me all worked up. I ran through my fiery words. I sat there still on his lap. I flopped my head on one of Jimin's lean shoulders. Fanning my warm breath on him. As I left small kisses across his neck.

“F/N? Are you really ok?” Jimin asked with a sigh, bringing a kind hand to my back. Sitting in silence calming myself down. Inhaling his sweet scent through kisses. All the while soft moans left his lips. I turned my lips into his neck. Pausing for a moment. “Hm? Is everything ok- AGHh!~”

I bit down. Strongly enough to have certainly left a mark. A moan ripped through Jimin’s throat. His body jerked beneath me.

“What are you.. Mng~.. doing. Ah..” Jimin breathed out all over the place. He had enjoyed that more than I was expecting. I’ll use this to my advantage. I continued kissing Jimin’s neck, slowly getting more aggressive. His nails began to dig slightly into my back. “Ok. seriously. please.. Stop..ah..”

He clawed at the back of my shirt. Trying to ‘pull’ me off. Ignoring his whines I continued leaving kisses and marks. Jimin’s hips slowly started moving with mine. Tiny moans and grunts strung out from his mouth. Biting a spot close to Jimin’s ear he stopped his hips.

“F/N d-don't leave marks. The guys will see them.. Ahh. seriously come onn.~” He whined again. Hands sliding up to hold my shoulders. I finally pulled back from his neck and faced him. Face bright red, his shoulders rising and falling from loss of breath. Damn he looked fine. Jimin’s doe eyes scanned mine. Both in hunt of an answer to what it was the other was thinking. Jimin grabbed the hem of his sweater. “Alright alright. You win. I put my phone down. If you.. want to leave marks at the very least do it where no one can see. I don't want the guys to see them..”

After his statement his sweater had been whisked off his form. Showcasing his lean muscle for full display. Mocha colored hair strung about as he pushed it back. The waistband of his boxers now visible. His light denim jeans desperately trying to contain his excitement. My mind in a haze, My hands flew to his waist as I leaned into him again. Leaving soft kisses across Jimin’s ear. Grinding my hips onto him. Doing as he had asked, I kissed his collarbone.

“Ngh- more~” Jimin whined again. Though whining would often bother me. Somehow he made it sexy as all hell. I left stronger kisses leaving darker marks. Jimin’s moans started getting louder and louder. While he slowly got less embarrassed, focussing more on the feeling. That’s when I had an idea. As Jimin was slowly getting more comfortable with these marks, the feeling of me being in control. I removed myself from his form. Getting up and wandering off to his room. “F/N Where are you going? Don't leave me like this~ Dont stop~.”

Jimin cried out from the living room. Slowly footsteps approached behind me. The reason I ran to his room wasn't the comfy bed alone. Rather. The full body mirror he had by the closet. Pulling the mirror a little more in front of the bed, sitting on the end of it. Just then he met me in the room. His lean form showcasing small buds of pink blossom, the result of my hard work. The one larger bite on his lower neck, somehow making me excited. I knew now that Jimin was not going back to that phone anytime soon. I patted the empty space on the bed in front of me with a smile. He flopped down with a sigh, back facing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist instantly. Sort of ‘locking’ him in.

“Ah- What are you doing?”

“ Look ahead~ ” I whispered slyly in his ear. He scoffed until he met his own gaze in the mirror. The gaze in question full of sharp desire. Instantly his hand skimmed over the marks I had been leaving behind. Again Blush flooded his cheeks. Oh fuck he’s so cute. “Oh, wow.. I can see where you’ve kissed me.”

Jimin would usually never let me leave marks on him due to constant camera work. Everything involving ARMY. So I was very surprised how much he was enjoying it right now. Leaning onto his back, tracing his hips as I leaned my head back into his neck. Hot breath fanning him once again. Feeling his body shiver slightly under my touch. Jimin’s gaze was focused straight ahead toward the mirror. Watching both him and I enjoy this heated moment. Sliding my hand down between his thighs. Jimin was hard as all hell. He was enjoying looking at himself in this state. Begging.

“Continue. I wanna watch you mark me. ahh.. Please. Don't stop. Mng~”

(Two days later Jimin’s POV)

“Alright! That’s practice wrapped up for today!” Namjoon called out to everyone. We all sat down on the hardwood floor chugging water, out of breath. All dressed in shorts and T shirts un-like the weather outside. I seriously didn't think we would be doing this so hardcore again so soon. Lying down on the floor arms and legs wide open like a starfish, staring at the bright lights. Sets of footsteps through piles of chatter left the practice studio. Until it was nearly dead silent, besides the huge whirring of the fan. I sat up running my hands through my sweaty hair. In need of a good shower. Getting up with a grunt gathering the last of my things and walking toward the door.

“Having fun huh?” Yoongi inquired.I jumped in response. I didn't even realize he was here. I thought I was alone.

“Having fun? I mean yeah?” I agreed, confused. Yoongi snorted at me.

“What?! What’s funny?”

“If you're trying to hide the fact you have a partner. You might wanna not wear a white shirt to practice.” Yoongi strutted up to me, bag swung over his shoulder. Leaving me alone in the mirror filled room briefly. I looked in one of the many mirrors.

“My tattoos.. You can see them through-” There they were. The remaining hickeys. As well as my face filled with heated blush. I ran out the door after him. “WELL IF YOU'D MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS HYUNG!”

Yoongi looked back at me with a shrug. Meeting up with the other members in the hall. Their eyes scanned my form as I stood arms wide out. A few were shocked while most of them laughed. I stood there defeated.

“Well, Jimin you’ve been busy since the tour huh?” Jungkook snickered at me.

“Shut your yaps you loners.”

*Yoongi gave Jimin his sweater to cover up*

A/N: Lots of BTS ones to go!

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[hot-take-tournament]

ngl kind of breaks my heart to see you used one of those ai bot things after the entire vocaloid debate. i really don't like that you did that and i'm a little disappointed. can you please not do that again?

I know - I do need to address this before anything else, because I fucked up

Please read the whole thing

If any of you don't know the context of this ask;

Basically, a while back I used the program AI Dungeon to generate a hot take for fun;

That's the program they use for those chaotic AI videos you find on youtube, like the ai ace attorney clown case and the sonic destruction scripts, which has some absolutely wild moments like these

I just put in a couple one-sentence questions to see what it would give me, not really expecting anything. But the take it did finally give me was not only completely depraved, but also felt like such a weirdly personal attack on me specifically that it left me genuinely speechless.

So, even though I didn't originally intend to do this, I decided to secretly make a poll for it claiming it was a submission, because I thought it might be fun to see if you guys could guess which one of the polls was the fake one, Blade Runner style.

I generated the take on the same day that submissions originally closed, but I only came clean about it last night because I started to feel super guilty about it after reading the vocaloid discourse - but the way I did it was vague, shitty and insincere.

I know it was 4 in the morning and I said I was going to get some sleep when I made the post last night, but after I saw the asks I immediately got about that post - like this one - I instead deleted it after like 2 minutes and spent the next 4-5 hours scouring the internet for as much information about this as I could find so I could get the full picture. This isn't the first time I fucked up on this blog because I didn't do my research, so I think I massively overcompensated - I really didn't want a repeat of that time the master post accidentally triggered multiple people's OCD; I still feel awful about that.

And as a result, I ended up passing out on my bathroom floor, which is why you haven't heard from me in a while.

I did genuinely read all the vocaloid discourse (asks, replies, notes, all of it) - but since I pulled this stunt ages ago, and the secret poll is already up, it was already too late. And it was because of that vocaloid discourse that I felt like it would just make me a hypocrite if I just swept it under the rug and kept quiet while everyone else was talking about the exact same subject, so I decided to just tell you guys as soon as possible because I'd feel shitty if I didn't - but I still phrased that post in a more light-hearted way because that was what I originally intended this whole thing to be, which was definitely a mistake, and I can't apologise enough for that.

And I know I didn't clarify this in that original post, but like I said, the program I used was AI Dungeon, which was something I remembered having fun with back in 2019/2020, spending hours generating unhinged Ace Attorney cases; and I remembered I still had an account from back then when it was still free to play, even though I hadn't touched it in 4 years - and I realised I would still be able to bypass the paywall using it.

I'd also just watched those snapcube Sonic Destruction videos that I linked above and it reminded me of that. And I dug up those old AI Dungeon Ace Attorney cases that I had generated and then recreated in objection i.o. back when I was 17/18, and had been sitting on my old computer's hard drive for ever since - and they still made me smile a little. So that's how I got the impulse to do this.

And that's also why, even though I knew about the writer's strike and do fully support it, it just didn't occur to me that the AI that gave us that same insane Sonic Destruction script that I'd just watched would be one of the programs the writers were striking over - I just assumed that it was only programs like ChatGPT, that can produce coherent scripts based on the accumulated information users feed into it; because those are programs that could definitely potentially be used to replace human writers. That's something AI Dungeon can't do, because it doesn't retain user input after you shut it down.

So I just saw AI Dungeon as that goofy ass confused AI that I loved as a kid, the one that provides insanely weird responses out of the blue as it desperately tries to cobble together a narrative, and it was used in videos that I still really like. And I thought it would be fine.

That was how I justified it at the time - but in hindsight, given how much I hate other GPT programs like ChatGPT, as well as AI art and all other generated content overall, it just makes me even more of a stupid hypocrite for making an exception for this one simply because I was blinded by nostalgia, and not bothering to look it up back then like I should've done. Because at the end of the day, a GPT program is a GPT program.

SO - Here's what I found online while reading up on it last night:

Because of the outdated GPT model AI Dungeon runs on, it isn't possible from a technical standpoint for it to learn like ChatGPT does. Even though it still uses a dataset, as far as I can tell it genuinely can't add to that dataset from user input except for when it explicitly asks for feedback (rarely, it will generate two responses instead of one, and ask you to pick the best one so it can learn - but you can turn that feature off.) And while it does try to learn while you're using it, it can't carry that information over between sessions. So even if you reload the same page again, it won't retain what it learned last time.

(Here's some information I found while combing ancient reddit threads that explains this better than I can)

But even if all of that is true, it doesn't matter.

Latitude, the developers of AI Dungeon, are super fucking scummy, and you shouldn't support them.

If you want to look up all of the many, many controversies surrounding AI Dungeon, you can - but I won't link them here, because serious content warnings apply.

Do not use this program.

I really hope the anon who sent this ask - and everyone else who called me out on this - stuck around, because I am so, so grateful that you all sent these, otherwise I probably would never have known.

I deleted the post almost instantly (because like I said, it was too light-hearted), and I'm really glad I did. And I swear I won't pull this shit again.

I know a lot of you hate the fact that I did this - that original post genuinely got me blocked by more of you guys than every single one of the polls combined - which is totally fair, and I wouldn't blame any of you for doing the same now.

I really just want to move on from this - but I can't just pretend that it didn't happen.

Support the writer's strike, don't use any AI programs.

I'm really sorry about this, and the fact that I didn't take it seriously enough - like I said, I promise it won't happen again.

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#asks #not a poll

[jakeyzzz]

Sometimes the one you love is the one who hurts you the most...

*repost!*

MASTERLIST ♡

(fluff/angst) jake x f! reader oneshot

⚠️♡ - ( jake in a toxic relationship, heartbreak, cheating, sex, mdni, jake's gf being rude to reader, breakup, swearing, crying, yelling, friends to lovers trope, nudity, kissing, hugging, mentions of making love )- ♡⚠️

!! let me know if I missed anything 🌻

english is NOT my first language so please be nice 🍄

...

2 Years ago, Jake fell in love with a Girl from School. Her Name was Dallia. Oh she was so goddamn beautiful ... her green Eyes, her beautiful long Hair, her bubbly personality and her bright smile made everyone around her fall in love. Jake was one of these people, who eventually fell in love with her. He was obsessed with her appearance just like everyone else. He would even write letters to her sometimes, or bring her flowers.

And only a few Months later, he made her fall in love with him as well. He couldn't believe, that the Girl he liked actually liked him back. The way she touched him, the way she kissed him, the way she made love to him felt like a Dream. He made her promise to never leave him. He was so in love with her ... but she loved him too. She loved him so much. And some day, she met you. You were Jake's best friend. Before Jake started dating Dallia, you spent every single Day together. Jake used to talk about her all the Time, which was a bit annoying but you didn't care at all. You were happy for him. And seeing him so happy made you even happier. The smile he had on his Face every time he talked about her, made you realize how much he loved her. And it made you wonder, how it feels like to be loved like that.

However, when Jake finally introduced you to Dallia, she didn't seem as excited as you were. She actually kind of glared at you the whole time, and acted extra clingy towards Jake. When Jake went to the Restroom, and left you two alone for a few Minutes you quickly explained, that you had no intention of stealing him from her or anything. You were just close Friends. But Dallia didn't even seem to care about what you had to say. Instead, she completely ignored you and played random Games on her Phone until Jake came back.

He sat down next to Dallia, leaving a quick Kiss on her Lips. Even though Dallia obviously hated your Company and made you feel kind of uncomfortable, you smiled at them. Jake was happy, and that's all that mattered. But Things started getting Toxic. Because one Day you got a Message from Jake. He told you, that Dallia doesn't want him to hang out with you anymore. She wanted him to stop talking to you, since she wanted to be the only Girl in his life.

Jake thought Dallia was flawless, but he most definitely found a flaw. Her jealousy. Jake was blinded by all the love he had for her, which made him do whatever she wants him to do. He felt bad for not talking to you, since you were his best friend. But he didn't want to lose the love of his life. And you couldn't even be mad at him for not talking to you. You knew, how much he was trying to be the best boyfriend for her. And you probably would've done the same Thing if you were in love with someone. But you were so scared, that she would hurt him. And you sent Jake one last Message telling him, that you would always be there for him no matter what happens. And after that, you haven't heard from him for a while.

He couldn't even look at you in School, because he felt so incredibly bad for not talking to you. He couldn't even say thank you for your last Text. But only a few Days later, everything changed. Jake moved into Dallia's Apartment after only one Month of dating. And about 5 Days ago, he was on his way Home from Gym. He was exhausted, but he made sure to get some Things from the Store before he went back Home. He texted Dallia if she needed anything, but never got an Answer. Jake started getting a bit worried, which made him hurry up a bit. He had this weird feeling in his Stomach on his Way home, which he absolutely hated. And as soon as he arrived at the Doorstep he knew, that something was wrong. He heard muffled Sounds coming from the Bedroom, as he slowly walked towards it. Every single step he took, made his Heart beat even faster. He took a deep breath, before slowly opening the Door to the Bedroom he usually felt so comfortable in. What he saw next, made his heart sink.

Dallia was cheating on him with a Guy, he didn't even know. The Guy was on Top of her,giving her soft thrusts as Dallia let out soft moans. Jake wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream and yell at her for doing this to him but he couldn't. His body was frozen... and he was speechless. He couldn't talk. His Heart broke into a million Pieces and he didn't even know what to do.  He had a thousand Tears running down his Cheeks, and he was so hurt. Maybe some people were right. Sometimes the one who loves you is the one who hurts you the most. And right after Jake let out a quiet sob, his deep, brown Eyes met Dallia's Green ones. Her eyes widened, as she immediately pushed the other Boy off her, making him gasp. ,,Jake, please let me explain...'' She begged, but Jake didn't say one Word. He just shook his Head in disbelief. ,,There's nothing to explain Dallia. You cheated on me'' His Voice cracked. Dallia quickly got up, covering her naked Body with a Blanket before quickly walking over to Jake. She looked at him in Pity, trying to stroke his Cheek. But before her Hand could even reach his Face, Jake softly slapped her Hand away from him. He didn't want to hurt her. He shook his Head once again. ,,It's over, Dallia.'' He said, sobbing. He took his Gym Bag and stuffed as much as he could into it before finally leaving the Apartment. And what he did next, made him feel incredibly guilty.

He took his Phone, and dialed your Number. And as soon as you picked up and heard him cry you knew, that something really bad happened. The only thing that could be heard was him sobbing his heart out. ,,Jakey?? .. What happened ? Where are you?'' You were so worried. ,,Can I please come over?'' Jake asked between his sobs. ,,Yes of course ... please hurry up it's gonna start raining i don't want you to get sick'' You quickly answered. Jake was so relieved you weren't mad at him. Instead you cared about him, and still wanted to help him. You were serious about your Friendship, that was for sure. Only a few Minutes later, Jake arrived at your Doorstep. He knocked on the Door a few Times, before you quickly opened it revealing Jake with puffy Eyes.

He almost immediately fell into your Arms. He was so weak and exhausted from all the crying. You took the Bag from his Shoulders before leading him to your Couch, making him sit down. ,,Do you wanna talk about what happened ?'' You carefully asked,trying to calm him down a bit. Your Hand found his Back, softly stroking it making him lean into your touch. ,,I caught her cheating on me'' He mumbled, as he started to cry again. Your Eyes widened. You didn't expect that. Jake was a mess. He was crying uncontrollably, as you pulled him to your chest. You held him as close as possible. He needed that in that Moment. Seeing Jake like this broke your Heart. You were so mad at Dallia for hurting him. But you were also mad at yourself, for letting her hurt him. You shouldn't have let him go that easily.

,,Everything will be okay, I promise'' You whispered before softly kissing the Crown of Jake's Head, making him whimper. ,,I'm so sorry for everything Y/N'' Jake suddenly said. You shushed him before he could say anything else. ,,Don't be sorry ... I understand every single decision you've made. You're my best Friend, remember ? I'm never gonna let you down '' Your eyes welled up with tears, as you looked at Jake. And a few Minutes later, he fell asleep in your Arms with dried Tears on his reddened Cheeks. You caught yourself staring at him. You looked at his puffy Lips, as you wiped away a Tear that ran down his rosy cheek in his sleep. 

1 Year later...

Jake was finally fully healed. With your help, he finally got all of his stuff out of Dallia's Apartment and even managed to talk to her one last time. He gave her a goodbye letter, and eventually left her Apartment forever. Instead, he ended up moving in with you. You spent every single Day together. You went out to eat Dinner, play Basketball even though you were really bad at it,  take late night walks, or your favorite : to play Laser Tag with your Friends.

And after a few Months, something pretty unexpected happened. You and Jake fell in love with each other. And you fell deep. You made Jake feel Things he has never felt before... not even Dallia could make him feel that way. But he never admitted that, since comparing your current Partner to your Ex is a very stupid Thing to do. But everything felt so much better. Your Kisses, Your Touch, and the way YOU made love to him felt so much better. It felt real. And he knew, he could trust you. You would never hurt him in any Way... and he was more than sure about that. He could tell by the Way you looked at him. You looked at him with so much love in your Eyes, it was crazy to him. Just like in this very Moment.

You were both in Bed, hiding under the covers giggling like little Kids. You were so in love with each other. Jake looked at you, softly stroking your Cheek with his Thumb, before pulling you into a soft, but passionate Kiss. ,,You're my favorite Person, Y/N'' He said, smiling against your Lips. You softly broke the Kiss. ,,Well you're MY favorite Person, Jakey'' You said, still close to his Lips. Jake smiled at you, before he softly kissed your Neck , making you smile at the Feeling of his soft Lips on your Skin. ,,Mine'' He whispered against your skin, as he inhaled your sweet, comforting scent.  You turned your Head to give Jake a quick Kiss on his Temple. ,, Jake ?'' He hummed, as he softly caressed the Skin under your Shirt. You smiled, before you spoke. ,,Make love to me'' ...let's say, you didn't have to tell him twice.

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[footballf1]

6 years later - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: When Cristiano finally meets his first love again after 6 crucial years.

Type: Angst

Note: So this set in 2015, which means in this story Cristiano is playing for Real Madrid. Irina and Cristiano never dated but there is Junior in this story.

Couples: Cristiano x Cássia

Warning: Grammar mistakes, might be a bad angst and no happy ending.

6 years

It has been 6 years since she got her heart broken in half and her difficult decision to leave what was supposed to be the 'love of her life'.

They had everything planned together, but it all shattered in just a span of few minutes. She spent countless days crying over him, longing for his warmth and touch.

Until she finally realizes that some things are meant to be moved on and long forgotten although it is difficult for her to forget everything about Cristiano.

She remembered that painful memory till this day because it will always be engraved in her heart and mind; acting as a terrible scar, that would never heal.

*6 years ago* (2009)

Cássia sat on the couch motionlessly. Her suitcases stood by the doorway as she thought about everything. Was she right for this?

Tears streamed down her eyes as she remembered what happened two weeks ago. She was just cleaning their bedroom when she stumbled upon his phone. A text notification popped up in his phone, which ignited her curiosity.

The message said 'Hey I just finished my appointment and everything went smoothly and there are no problems.'

Her curiosity grew so she opened up the message, luckily she knew his password. But when she opened them, it made her change her whole life. In those chats were text messages between Cristiano and someone named Isabella, but one picture that was sent by Isabella made her heart drop.

It was a sonogram. A baby was seen in the photo. She wanted to know more so she scrolled up to the latest message.

She came across another sonogram picture but this time the baby was much tinier. She looked up at the date and saw it was 2 months ago. This made her look at the conversation between them.

Isabella: Congratulations, it's a boy.

Cristiano: A son. Holy shit I'm gonna have a son. I'm so happy.

Isabella: I know but have you told her about this?

Cristiano: No

Cristiano: I haven't

Cristiano: It's just that I don't know how to tell her about all of this right now, we are in the process of moving together to Madrid and she's having a hard time because her mother is sick.

Isabella: Look I know you care about her but she needs to know one way or another.

Cristiano: I will tell her but I need to find the right time.

She remembered those messages very clearly. The messages that made her break down crying. However she stopped crying when she heard Cristiano asking her if he knew where he kept his phone.

For two weeks, she acted neutrally around him. Usually you would give him kisses and I love you whenever he had to go somewhere but now she just gave him short and meaningless greetings like 'bye' and 'ok'. To which he doesn't notice.

'How could he?' She thought. That's the right question, how could he do this to her when she gave up everything for him.

Her and Cristiano were childhood sweethearts. Friends ever since they were 10 year olds. Started dating at 16. Cássia left Portugal with Cristiano at 18 when he signed into Manchester United. Leaving her family behind and the country she loves with all her heart.

She left everything she loves, just to be with him, but today, she learned that sacrificing something you love can have serious consequences.

She heard the door open, indicating that he was home. "I'm here." He called out. "I got some-." There was a pause. He must've seen the suitcases by the doorway. "Cássia why are all of your suitcases here, we are leaving in two weeks?" He asked.

He appeared in the living room, where he saw her just staring into space. "Cás, what's wrong?" He asked while going to her.

"Was my love enough for you?" She asked.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?" He asked confused.

"Do you even love me anymore?" She asked again. Tears started to form in her eyes.

This caught him off guard. "Of course I love you, Querida. Wha-what makes you say that?" He rambled.

"Then why?" She asked.

"Why what? What did I do, Querida? Tell me what I did?" He questioned. He was confused about why she was acting like this.

"I don't know Cris." She started. "Does Isabella ring any bells?" She sarcastically asked.

Cris froze in his spot. His mouth dried up as she mentioned the name. "What are you talking about?" He lied.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't lie Cristiano, I know you're lying when I see it." She pointed out venomously.

Cristiano opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to say anything. He tried to form any sentence that is in his mind but couldn't because everything happened so fast for him and didn't give him time to react.

He had no other choice but to stop himself from speaking and just looked down instead of her eyes. "I was drunk." He mumbled.

She scoffed. "Alcohol. You know what? why don't you find other reasons to blame your mistakes?" She hissed before getting up from the couch.

Cristiano reacted quickly and started trailing behind her. "Cás, I'm sorry please don't leave me. Give me another chance." He pleaded.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "I did everything for you. Everything." She wailed with tears streaming down her face.

He could feel his heart cracking like a broken glass when he saw her crying. "Cássia." He approached slowly.

"No. Don't even come fucking near me." She retaliated. She wiped her tears aggressively. "We had everything planned, Cristiano. You always said that you want to marry me and have kids with me and you just had to ruin it all don't you?" She ranted. Her voice cracked after every word.

"Did you change your mind?" She whimpered out.

Cristiano stayed silent. She was right. Nothing and no one should be blamed for his mistake. He needs to own up to it.

"Cássia, I want all of those with you and just you." He reasoned with tears streaming down his face.

"Really? Because what you did with Isabella already tells me that it was all a lie." She pointed out.

"Querida, please. I love you." He pleaded.

That was it. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "If you love me that much then you would've appreciated the sacrifice I did so I could stay with you. I left my family and left my country, which I considered my home, just to be with you. But it doesn't matter is it because everything that I have done for you is never good enough." She paused to wipe away her tears and sniffed out a sob.

"I hate you. I hate you so much and I wish I never even met you." She raised her voice. She said it with so much hate, anger and venom. Pain and hurt slashed across his face. She's not gonna lie that she felt bad for him but at the same time Cristiano Ronaldo deserved every hatred word she said.

A car honk was heard right outside the house. It was the taxi that she called earlier to take her to the airport so she could finally go back home where the people, who showed her love since day one, is.

She closed her eyes, knowing that this was the moment she would walk out on him. "I wish you well with your career in Real Madrid and your son, Cristiano." She said that before getting her suitcases and walked out.

Cristiano stayed in the exact same position in disbelief. It took every ounce of him to not chase after her. He didn't deserve her and there's no way of getting her back.

*Present Day*

After the breakup, she went back home to Madeira, her home. However, she found out that her mother's sickness is bad. Her mother is suffering from cancer. Her and her sisters did everything they can to nurse her back to health while she also found a job as saleswoman for a clothing company.

A year later, her mother unfortunately lost the battle to cancer. Leaving her and her sisters devastated, but she always remembered what her mother said. "You only get to live one life, use this as a chance to live a happy life." Which is what she tried to do.

She buried herself into work to forget about him. However that all changed in 2014, when she was suddenly transferred to another branch in Madrid.

She would've rejected it but they offered her a raise and increase in salary, to which she couldn't reject. So she moved away from Madeira again.

A sudden collision at her leg made her snap out of her trance. She looked down and saw a little boy on the floor looking lost and scared. She knelt down and helped him up. "Are you ok?" She asked.

The little boy nodded. It was strange for her because the little boy seemed awfully familiar to someone. "Where are your parents?" She asked while looking around at the crowded people in the mall.

"I don't know. Me and my pai were walking around until I saw a toy store. When I got out, I didn't know where he went." He whimpered.

"Ok we'll find him alright." She soothed to which he nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.

Before he could answer, someone was shouting behind her. "Cristianinho!!!! FILHO!"

She froze as she heard that familiar voice. The little boy looked behind her and ran in an instant. "Pai!" He squealed.

Her eyes followed the little boy hugging his father. Her heart constricted in her chest as her breath hitched when she saw who the father is.

She saw that familiar tan skin and styled black hair hugging the little boy. "I thought I lost you, don't you dare do that to me again ok. I can't see you being all alone." He said while still hugging him.

The little boy pulled away. "I'm fine Pai and I wasn't alone." He reassured. He pointed at her. "She tried to help me find you." He said.

The man looked on where his son was pointing at. His whole body went into a shock mode. His eyes widen at the sight of her in front of him. He felt his heart fluttered for the first time in 6 years.

"Cássia." He managed to let out.

She stayed still like a statue as all of the painful memories he caused came flooding back. She tried to open her mouth but no words could come out. Cássia finally realizes that the little boy was his son.

Meanwhile Junior was looking at the two adults staring deeply at each other. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Junior tugged on his father's jacket since it was starting to get more tense. "Pai can we go now?" He asked comfortably.

Cristiano snapped out of his trance and looked at him. "Yes filho just wait." He looked back at her again. He was about to say something but she beat him to it.

"Sorry but I have to go." She said before walking away from the father and son.

Cristiano watched her leave him again. "Pai." Junior called out.

He looked at his son again. "Yes." He replied.

"Who was that?" Junior asked.

"An old friend of mine." He answered.

*Few days later*

It has been 3 days since she last saw Cristiano and all the painful and hurtful memories that she buried for the longest period of time resurfaced back to haunt her.

Usually a nice cup of coffee and some sort of pastry will help clear her mind off things. Which is exactly what she is getting. "Hola que te gustaria recibir hoy?" The cashier asked. (Hello what would you like to get today?)

"Sí, me gustaría tener el croissant y el latte de caramelo." She replied back.

"Serán 25 euros." (That will be 25 euros.)

She opened her purse and rummaged through the mess, trying to find that wallet. Until someone beat her to it. "Voy a pagar por ella" A masculine voice said. (I'll pay for her)

She looked up and saw a muscular covered arm handing the cashier the exact amount of money. She looked beside her and her eyes widened when she realized who he was. Even with the hood over his head and sunglasses on his face, she knows who he is.

"Thanks Cris." She said.

"Shhhh." He hushed her while pointing his finger to his lips. "I don't want people to know." He said while looking around to check if anyone heard it.

"Sorry." She said. The barista handed her order. "Well I guess have a nice day. Thanks again." She said before walking out of the café and to the streets.

All of a sudden, she heard her name being called out. "Cássia wait." He called. She turned around and saw him running towards her. "Are you doing anything tonight?" The first thing he asked after stopping in front of her.

She shrugged. "No not really. I was thinking of just staying at home after work." She answered.

"Well if you're not doing anything then maybe....." There was a long pause. "Would you like to come by my house and have dinner there? You know for old time sake" He finally asked.

To say, she was shocked. She doesn't know what to say. 'Doesn't he have a girlfriend or a son?' She thought. "I-I don't know Cristiano." She stammered. "What about your son or-" She was cut off.

"My son is going to have a sleepover at my friend's house, we'll be fine." He said. "So what do you say?" He asked.

*7 hours later*

Cássia forgot the rest of the conversation, but all she remembered was how it was started to the point where she answered "sure".

She stepped out of the car and walked to the big gate. She pressed the red button, which was supposed to be the intercom.

The speaker made a static sound. "Who is it?" She heard his voice ask.

"It's Cássia, Cristiano."

The gate automatically opened and revealed a luxurious and elegant mansion.

She made her way inside. From the distance, she saw the door open and popped out Cristiano. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt and some dress pants. Him in that attire just equals one thing, handsome.

"Hey." He said with a smile. The smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, which could make anyone swoon over it.

"You look nice." He complimented her red dress that matches her lipstick. She felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and tried to hide a small smile forming on her lips.

"Thanks, so do you." She returned back.

He stepped aside to let her come in. She followed him into the kitchen where there was a small bouquet of flowers and a few candlelight on a kitchen counter. There was also a wine bottle and two plates of her favourite pasta.

"Wow Cristiano, it's beautiful."

"Thanks but I can't take the credit." He said coyly while scratching his head. "My friends helped me set it up once they heard me inviting someone for dinner."

"Is that not usual for you?" She asked.

"I never invited anyone for dinner at my house actually. You're the first one." He admitted.

He helped her sit down at her spot. The rest of the time they just eat together in silence. Not a single word was uttered. She smiled mentally when he made the pasta just the way she likes it.

"So how long have you been in Madrid?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I've been here since last year. My job transferred me here." She said.

"How's your sister and your mom?" He asked.

Her breath hitched at the sudden mention of her mother. "My sisters are fine but a year after I left Manchester, she died." She managed to let out.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know." He stumbled.

"It's fine at least she was with her family during her last breath." She said. "Anyways how about your son or Isabella?" She asked, changing the topic.

"You remembered Isabella?" He asked. Shocked to learn that he remembers her.

She nodded. "Yeah I do." She said in a low voice. I mean who wouldn't.

"Ummmm..." He hesitated. "She also died." He said. She looked back at him with pity. "After she gave birth to Junior, she started bleeding. The doctors tried to stop it but it was too late. She flat lined" He sighed.

She looked away from him and turned her sight to the wall where it was full of pictures of him and his mini clone. "How about your son?" She asked while still looking at the framed pictures.

"His name is Cristiano Ronaldo Junior, but we call him Cristianinho. He's 5. He tends to be shy but the nore you get to know him, he's a kind person. He loves to play football with me and is about to join the Real Madrid academy soon." He explained.

She nodded. "You two seem happy together." She replied.

"We are but I always felt like there was something missing." He said.

"Which is?" She asked.

"Someone to be with forever." The sound of the chair creaking caught her off guard. She looked and saw that he got up from his chair and stalked towards her slowly.

"Where we can both love each other." He finished. He stood in front of her and tugged back a strand of hair behind her ear. She inhaled a little of his deodorant lingering in his body.

Just by the smell of his intoxicating scent, old memories that she had left buried deep inside of her have somehow recollected its way to her feelings.

"Cristiano." She whispered.

She felt his fingers slide down her chin and brought it up so she could look at him straight in the eye. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for you Cássia." He said in a low voice.

He traced her lips slowly with his thumb. He leaned down slowly with his eyes trailing to her lips. She didn't know what got over her, but she felt herself leaning towards him.

Their lips touch each other. She felt that familiar tingle forming in her lips with the same butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. He brushed her hair to the back of her ear, he put both of his hands at the side of her face.

From that moment, she felt herself being in bliss. The way he kissed her felt like she was finally being loved again. That feeling she has been trying to regain for the past 6 years.

But that happiness died down when she remembered what happened 6 years ago. The screaming, the shouting and the hearts breaking. She could imagine Isabella kissing his lips. The same lips she is kissing as her.

She pulled away from the kiss roughly, which made him give her a confused look. "I'm sorry I have to go." She stammered.

She picked up her purse and walked away from the table but a hand grabbed her wrist. "Please don't run away again." He whispered.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes and she looked down on the floor. "This was a mistake, Cristiano." She muttered lowly but loud enough for him to hear it.

She tugged her hands again but instead he pulled her till her back hit his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist which made her unable to move.

"Please Cássia." He pleaded. Small drops of water fell onto her shoulder, he was crying. "I've been living in constant guilt and regret for 6 years. I couldn't forgive myself for that because I lost the woman I love so much." He sobbed.

Tears started spilling down her eyes. "It was hurtful Cristiano." She said.

He sniffed out. "I know." He croaked out.

"But we need to move on. You already have a son. He sounds like a beautiful and charming boy who you are lucky to have. Your son needs you. Isabella would've wanted you to raise him. I would've wanted you to raise him instead of chasing me." She said.

She detached his arms away from her waist and walked out of the house. Leaving him alone, in a crying state. Just like 6 years ago, he didn't chase after her.

*The next day*

The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake. He looked down on himself and saw that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He didn't even bother to check the time.

He got up from the bed and went to the control panel. "Who is it?" He asked groggily.

"It's us Cristiano. Marvel and Luka." A cheery voice said.

He grumbled and pressed the button that opens the gate. He went to the front door and when he opened it, he saw two of his best mates smiling which turned to a frown when they saw him.

"Pai!" Junior squealed and hugged his father's legs.

"Hey Filho did you have fun?" He asked while caressing his curls.

"Yup." He said before walking inside.

He turned to look at his best mates. "What are you guys doing here early in the morning?" He groaned out.

They both gave him a confused look. "Umm Cristiano it's 11 past 30." Luka said. He pulled out his watch and pointed at it. "See."

Cristiano squinted his eyes, only to find out that the Croatian was right. "I slept for that long." He thought.

Marcelo was confused. His friend, who is usually an early bird, never wakes up late. His mind finally clicked when he saw what Cristiano was wearing. "The date didn't go well?" He suggested.

Cristiano sighed in defeat and nodded.

Marcelo and Luka gave him pity looks. Luka handed him Juniors bag. "Sorry about that mate." He said before they both spun on their heels and left.

*A few hours later*

Junior sat beside him as they both watched the game intensely. It was Atletico going against Villarreal. Right now it is a 1-1 draw.

"Pai." Junior said, breaking the silence.

"Hmmm." He hummed.

"Who was that old friend of yours?" Junior asked out of curiosity.

Cristiano sighed. "Her name is Cássia."

"Why did you stop being friends with her?" He asked again.

He sighed again. "Before you were born, I did something that hurt her a lot. I regret it badly and I wish I could just take it all back." He explained.

"Do you like her Pai?" He asked, catching him off guard.

Cristiano shook his head 'no'. "I don't, Junior."

It's because I love her.

A/N

I don't know how to end this thing in a better way.

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