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camzeecorner · 4 months ago

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𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳

Over the last few weeks you’d found it incredibly hard to give yourself pleasure. Sure you knew exactly what your body liked and how to get yourself dripping wet, but you couldn’t cum. You shrugged it off the first few times reminding yourself it was ‘just stress’. But after the fifth time, you noticed this wasn’t normal for you.

Every night you’d fight with yourself, trying to force the cum out of you. You’d stay up late, the buzzing sound of your small toy could be heard around your room with your pathetic cry’s. Your body would shake while sweat rolled onto your bedsheets. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.

It’s not like you masterbated too much, maybe once every week, but surely there were people who did everyday. The built up sexual tension was all you could think about. Maybe you just needed help.

You grabbed your phone clicking on X, immediately going to your bookmarks. You scrolled as you tried to find a video, one that looked interesting and would do the job. You clicked on a video setting your phone up as you slid your pants down. You watched the video as you slowly toyed with your folds, bringing two fingers together as you slid across your slickness.

You moaned in pleasure as you felt your clit throb at the contact, clenching around nothing. As you dipped your fingers into your hole you bit back a whimper, the pleasure seeping into your mind. You went slow trying to build a pace, then going faster matching the thrust on the screen.

Your eyes closed in pure bliss as you sat back working yourself. Your body began to shake, your fingers began to twitch. Just as you thought you were so close your eyes snapped open, hearing a faint knock on your door.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” You heard Matt. You silently cursed to yourself as you sighed. You had completely forgotten about the plans you made, being so caught up in your own mess. You hurriedly slid your clothes back on as you exited the app shutting your phone off completely.

“One second I’m coming!” Your voice was heard outside of the door. You cringed at your words as you thought about what you said. You did wish you were cumming.

As you walked over to the door you straightened out your clothes and fixed your hair, as you opened the door you were met with Matt. Your eyes scanned over his body, he was wearing some loose grey sweatpants and a black fitted tee. Your eyebrows were raised slightly, since when did he get so hot?

You’ve always known Matt was attractive, but you never took the time to really think about it. Maybe it was his growing beard or his low eyes. Either way it still made you clench your thighs together, in hopes he wouldn’t notice.

As you walked to your bed Matt followed quickly behind you after shutting your door. You both sat on your bed, watching as he kicked his shoes off. You studied his features, trying to figure out what spell he put on you.

Of course Matt noticed your stare, it felt like a hot intense wave of heat crashed down onto him. He carefully turned his head towards you, just staring back into your eyes. He let out an awkward chuckle as he looked off to the side.

“What?” His voice soft. You blink rapidly coming back to reality. He watched as you tucked your lip into your mouth pressing them firmly together. You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose, as you closed your eyes.

Matt watched in confusion, debating whether or not he should ask if you were okay. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat as he grew nervous. Were you mad at him? He sat silently as he waited for you to speak.

“Matt.. can I talk to you about something?” You asked politely. Your tone sounded shaken as you avoided his attention. His face scrunched up as he slowly nodded his head. You picked at your nails as you thought about how to word this. Would Matt think you were weird?

Fighting against your thoughts, you decided you’d face whatever answer he threw at you. “Can you.. help me with something?” He chuckled lowly as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Help you with what?” He asked, his voice was clear and still which made a shiver run down your back. “I’ve just been having a hard time with.. you know..” you trailed off, you’d hope he’d save you the embarrassment and finish your thought. But just as you figured he was left clueless once again.

“I can’t..I can’t cum..” you whispered. Matt’s eyebrows raised as he heard you. He was surprised you were bold enough to even admit this to him. “You.. can’t cum? What do you mean?” He spoke carefully. He words sent a sharp bullet to your stomach, feeling the embarrassment settle into your mind.

“Like.. no matter how hard I try to make myself cum, it’s just doesn’t happen. I spend all my nights hoping to get rid of this built up frustration yet I’m still left unsatisfied.” Your bottom lip pouted as you spoke, thinking of all the failed attempts you’ve made and how it left you feeling uncomfortable.

Matt nodded his head as he took your words in, letting them linger and sink into his brain. ��Okay. I’ll help you.” The words made you look up, taken aback that he’d agree. “Really? You’re not worried this might change things?” Speaking calmly and carefully. His eyes started to roam over your face, trying to find any clue that you were just joking. Yet your face remained still and serious.

He shook his head as he watched a small smile form onto your face. “No, you would do the same for me right?” Watching as you nodded. “It’s just what friends are for.”

Your eyes watched as he slid to the bottom of the bed, pulling you down laying you flat on your back. You could feel yourself grow even more wetter as his fingers slid down your stomach and in towards your thighs. He caressed your skin, feeling small bumps appear.

Slowly he slid your shorts off tossing them aside, he could see the visible wet patch on the center of your teal panties. His cock twitched from the sight, almost making him moan. He had to remind himself this was about your pleasure, he shouldn’t be selfish.

Bringing a finger up he ran it over your core earning a faint moan in return. Your body jolted from the new sensation, his touch lingered sending a wave of pleasure straight to your dripping pussy.

He took notice how sensitive you were, you must’ve been like this for a while. Carefully he slid your panties down tossing them. He stared at the sight in front of him, watching as your slick arousal dripped . Fuck you were so wet.

“Baby.. you’re so wet..” his voice cooed. You felt as he ran his fingers over your folds before pressing down lightly. You moaned as he teased you, building up a pace. “Oh- sh-shit” you cursed. He studied as your face twisted in pleasure, your back arched slightly off the bed.

Dipping two fingers into your hole you immediately shut your legs. His grip was strong and fierce as he held them open. You whimpered at his touch, feeling his fingers pump into you at a slow pace.

“Feel so good ‘round my fingers baby.. wonder what you taste like.” He called out. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip before he sunk his head between your legs. You felt as he placed his tongue flat against your clit before licking up your juices.

Your body froze as you sucked in a breath, he felt so good against you it almost made you cry. He moaned against you tasting the sweet juice linger in his mouth. He placed a loving kiss right into you clit before sucking your swollen bud.

You were quick to reach for his hair tugging lightly as he ate you like a starved man. “Right t-there Matt” he moaned as you continued to throw praises at him making him need you even more. You thighs tried to shut only being blocked by his shoulders forcing you to keep them open. His fingers clawed at your skin leaving his nails imprinted.

He slurped up every juice that dripped from you making you moan, feeling the build up in your stomach. You were so close you could taste it. “I’m close..so -so close” you cried. Matt heard your voice lace with desperation making him work even faster.

He was determined to make you cum. He brought his fingers back letting them toy with you. Pressing his thumb harshly on your clit rubbing incredibly fast while his pointer and middle finger plunged into you.

Your eyes rolled backwards as you mouth hung low. Your stomach tightened as your legs shook. “Oh I’m cumming” you moaned. You panted as you felt the intense pressure crash down, sending a wave of pure euphoria. Your stomach tightened making you choke on your own sobs as you felt yourself cum, for the first time again.

Matt lapped up all the juices, leaving nothing behind. He felt as you clenched around him smirking to himself. “That’s it babygirl.. give it to me..” his voice cracked.

As you panted from your orgasm your hands remained balled into fist locking into his hair. Slowly you released his hair as your body completely relaxed, feeling all the tension slowly disappearing. Your eyes felt heavy as you turned to the side.

“Feel better?” Matt asked, stroking your cheek. You melted into the touch letting your eyes flutter shut. You nodded at him, mumbling a small yes. He could sense the tiredness as your body grew limp.

Grabbing wipes and a fresh set of new clean clothes he changed you and wiped away all the juices and sweat that stuck to your skin. Your bodies laid side by side as you hugged him tightly.

“We definitely should’ve spoken way sooner, you were amazing”

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gottencents · 4 months ago

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Love Life - Giselle

pairing. idol!giselle x streamer!reader

synopsis. While streaming a GTA Online race, Y/N gets completely distracted when Giselle walks in.

Y/N was fully focused on their GTA Online racing stream, gripping the controller as their car sped down the neon-lit streets of Los Santos. The chat was roasting their driving, per usual.

“Okay, okay, I know my turns are bad—chat, stop clowning me!” Y/N groaned, swerving dangerously close to the edge of the track. “This car handles like a literal refrigerator.”

Just as they were about to make a crucial turn, their bedroom door creaked open. A second later, Giselle strolled in, completely stealing the attention from both Y/N and the chat.

She was dressed in a sleek, effortlessly cool outfit—black cargo pants, a cropped top, and a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, her confidence effortless, and the way she carried herself made it impossible not to stare.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, striking a playful pose. “How do I look?”

Y/N’s brain malfunctioned. Their fingers twitched on the controller, and—

BAM.

Their car slammed straight into a pole, the screen flashing a dramatic Wasted across it.

“Oh, for—” Y/N choked, dropping their controller as the chat erupted into chaos.

LMAOOOOOOO THE TIMING

Y/N JUST DIED IRL AND IN GAME

nah y/n is GONEEEE

giselle walked in and y/n forgot how to function pls

Giselle raised an eyebrow, glancing at the screen before turning back to Y/N with an all-too-knowing smirk. “Did you just crash because of me?”

Y/N scrambled to recover, their voice an octave higher than usual. “What? No. That was—that was lag.”

Giselle scoffed, stepping closer, placing one hand on the back of Y/N’s chair as she leaned down slightly. “Oh, really?”

Y/N swallowed hard, their grip tightening on the armrests. “…Yeah?”

Giselle tilted her head slightly, her face just close enough to make Y/N’s pulse go haywire. “So if I do this…” she murmured, her voice teasing as she brushed a stray strand of hair off her shoulder. “…I won’t distract you?”

Y/N was done for.

The chat went into full meltdown mode.

HELP THEYRE FLIRTING ON MAIN

GISELLE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S DOING LMAO

Y/N IS A GONER. CONFIRMED.

CLIP IT CLIP IT CLIP IT

Y/N cleared their throat, sitting up straight in a weak attempt to regain composure. “I—I think you should go before your friends leave without you.”

Giselle grinned, clearly enjoying every second of Y/N’s suffering. “Fine, fine. But don’t miss me too much.”

She turned to leave, and Y/N watched as she strolled toward the door. The moment she disappeared into the hallway, Y/N exhaled loudly and buried their face in their hands.

“Chat, I’m never recovering from that.”

WE CAN TELL LMAOOOO

nah you gotta go give her a real goodbye

you just let her walk away after destroying you like that??

be serious y/n GO AFTER HER

Y/N stared at the chat, still feeling like they had just been hit by a truck. But as the messages flooded in, something clicked in their head. They really did just let Giselle walk away like that after completely ruining their entire ability to function.

Before they could overthink it, Y/N hastily took off their headset and stood up. “Chat, you win. I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the stream running, they hurried out of the room, following the sound of Giselle’s voice toward the front door. When they reached the entrance, they found her casually checking her phone while waiting for her ride.

Giselle looked up as Y/N approached, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Didn’t think you’d leave your game just to see me off.”

Y/N ran a hand through their hair, feeling weirdly nervous. “I figured I should give you a proper goodbye. Since, y’know, you did completely wreck my ability to play.”

Giselle smirked. “Not my fault you get distracted so easily.”

Y/N scoffed. “Oh, it’s definitely your fault.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying them for a second before stepping a little closer. “Well… how do you plan on saying goodbye, then?”

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before reaching up to straighten the collar of her jacket, letting their fingers linger slightly before pulling away. “Have fun, okay? And don’t be too cool without me.”

Giselle chuckled. “Impossible.” She held their gaze for a second longer before leaning in just slightly, whispering, “Try not to crash any more cars while I’m gone.”

With that, she turned and stepped outside, leaving Y/N standing there, completely dazed all over again.

When Y/N finally made it back to their stream, they sat down and put their headset back on, their face still slightly flushed.

“…Chat, I hate to say this, but I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

The chat was, unsurprisingly, losing it.

YOU THINK????

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

Y/N IS SO DOWN BAD OMG

BRO Y/N LEFT STREAM FOR HER WE WON

nah the way giselle EATS THEM UP EVERY TIME

Y/N shook their head, groaning. “I should’ve stayed asleep today.”

But they didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

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starkenobi · 6 months ago

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Stupidly in Love | Bucky Barnes x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; avenger!reader; misunderstanding; idiots to lovers; romcom; fluff.

Summary: Y/N agrees to help Bucky win Natasha's heart. No problem, right? Except for the fact that Natasha is her best friend and Bucky is her crush. Where the hell had she gotten herself into?

Y/N didn’t know how she ended up in that situation. Okay, frankly, deep inside she knew. She had dug her own grave. Just didn’t imagine it would be so damn deep. Who’d have imagined that approaching her crush would automatically result in that kind of misfortune? It sounded way too much like those awful teenage movies. But here she was, agreeing to help her crush to go out with her best friend.

Look, in her defense, she panicked. She should have confessed right there, but she chickened out. C'mon, it's Bucky Barnes she's talking about. The famous Winter Soldier, Captain America's best friend and one of the greatest Avenger's spy. Of course, she could hold her ground just fine too, even getting the nickname of Avenger's golden wildcard. But was it enough? Sometimes she didn't think so.

She was doomed.

It all happened so fast. She was in the library studying for her next mission when Bucky appeared in all his glory, approaching with determined steps. And then there was her, with doe eyes, trying to assimilate the whirlwind of words that escaped from Bucky’s lips. She was caught off guard, with her crush before her speaking so passionately... What should she do, say no? Probably, unfortunately, her brain crashed, and fifteen minutes later, she was running toward the shooting range, where she knew her best friend was. But when Y/N came on the range and saw Natasha practicing with some shield agents, she felt completely lost. Y/N could imagine what Natasha's reaction would be, but the broken brain and the heart hammering in her chest made her believe that she should keep to herself.

Of course, the secret didn’t last long. She couldn’t hide anything from Natasha, in fact, she’d never be able to hide what was happening even if she could. Bucky was even closer. He started to dedicate his spare time to her. Y/N thought it was strange, but Bucky never asked about Natasha's preferences and tastes. In fact, they spent their time together talking about her and Natasha's early friendship before the Avengers. Sometimes it was even possible to forget the reason the two became closer. But after a week, Natasha confronted Y/N. Slamming her hands on the table and pushing Y/N's book aside, Natasha stared at her with narrowed eyes.

“What the hell is happening? Are you two together? What are you hiding from me?”

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling her heart drop as she stared into her best friend's eyes. But as soon as she understood Natasha's questions, she frowned in utter confusion.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“C’mon, it’s me! You don’t have to lie to me.”

“But- Wait, is this about me and Bucky? We’re just friend-”

Natasha groaned, cutting her off. “Everyone is commenting on the fact that you two are glued to their hips!”

“What?”

“Don't “what” me. Am I your best friend or not, dude?”

Y/N nipped her lip, averting her eyes from her best friend's intense expression. This is it. Now was the moment that she’d have to confess the real reason Bucky had officialized their friendship, that her long crush was actually into her best friend. That she was utterly fucked up. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Y/N, folding her arms and waiting impatiently for an answer. The tension between them was palpable and Y/N, hanging her head low, whispered.

“Bucky asked for my help so he could ask you out.”

After a minute of silence, Y/N looked up confused by the lack of reaction. Only to watch Natasha burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

“Fuck, that was a good one. For a moment I thought-”

Y/N's voice boomed. “I’m serious!”

Casting an accusatory glance toward Natasha, Y/N got up and disappeared into the hallways before Natasha could follow her. Over the next few weeks, Y/N did what she thought was best: avoid both Natasha and Bucky. But speaking the truth, after her fight with Natasha, her best friend made no effort to look for her either, staying by Clint's side. During the first days after the discussion, Bucky tried in all ways to approach Y/N, but after receiving several cold shoulders, he stopped trying and decided to just watch from afar. She felt like a fool, but at the same time, was completely confused and afraid to have a broken heart. Y/N realized that it wasn’t just a simple crush. She cursed herself, how could she fall in love when the situation was clear enough? Right in front of her fucking salad.

The compound was big, and over the years it became even bigger. But that didn’t stop the story from spreading faster than fire. Everyone was talking about the turmoil between the three greatest spies.

“Wait.” Y/N frowned, interrupting Tony's gossip. “What do you mean by three greatest spies?”

Tony looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “You really don’t know what's happening, do you?”

“What should I know?”

Tony gaped at her. “Dammit, wildcat! What have you been doing in the last two weeks and a half?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.”

As an excellent observer, Tony chuckled “You’ve been trying to avoid those two so hard that you closed yourself to the rest of the world.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but deep down she knew her friend was right. Slumping her shoulders, she sighed. “I'm an idiot, Tones.”

The thing is, Y/N was so determined to avoid everything, that she didn’t know of the fight during the last mission. More precisely, the fight between Clint and Bucky. And unlike the rumors, yes, Bucky didn’t accept very well all the gossip, but people who were there claim that Clint punched Bucky while howling something about him being a player.

“And if your little head is thinking that Clint was defending Natasha's honor. You're wrong.” Tony said smugly, a huge smile on his lips as he watched Y/N’s reaction closely.

“Oh?”

“It was because of you.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “What? But we're not even close!”

“So Natasha didn't tell you?”

And once again, after long weeks, Y/N was running toward the shooting range. With red ears and an annoyed look, she marched across the place until she was in the seating area. Clint was the first to notice her presence but not fast enough to stop Y/N from knocking Natasha down. No one knew how to react, watching in silence as Natasha pushed Y/N off, but only to throw a punch against her. They didn’t know why they were fighting, but with all the energy and lack of communication, the others had to step in.

“Enough!”

Clint's order fell into the void, Y/N struggled trying to get away from the other agents.

“You're a hypocrite, Romanoff!” Y/N roared with an accusatory glare.

“So that makes you a chicken!”

Natasha hissed back, but before things got worse, Clint's voice boomed. “I said enough!”

Ten minutes later, Y/N and Natasha were sitting on the avengers’ louge. Clint stared at them with his hands at his waist, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. He didn’t like to see the two best friends fighting over nothing.

“So?” realizing that neither of them would speak, Clint sighed exhausted “Look, Y/N, we’re not close friends but I like you. You're a good person. And that’s why I did what I did.”

“Thanks, but I know there's more than that.”

Natasha grunted displeased, running her hand through her hair before facing Y/N. “We’re together, I mean, Clint and I.”

Y/N scoffed. “Tell me something I haven’t found out through someone else.”

“I didn’t say anything before ‘cause we were just secretly fuck buddies.”

After a few minutes in silence, Y/N broke the tension with a burst of laughter, making Natasha and Clint exchange confused looks. But at the same speed as she began to laugh, in a heartbeat she was serious again and got up from the sofa.

“I can’t believe you said all that shit, when you were the one doing something behind my back!” Y/N hissed, pointing an accusatory finger towards Natasha.

“Well, what did yoy want? You were spending all your free time with him!” Natasha hissed right back, getting up as well but being stopped by Clint's hand on her shoulder.

Hearing the Natasha's words, Y/N’s angry expression quickly softened. “Wait, you're jealous?”

With a pinkish hue to her cheeks, Natasha scoffed. “No? No!”

“Yes, she’s totally jealous.”

Natasha glared at the archer. “Clint!”

“What? I’m tired of this fight.”

So, the power duo was back again. And Y/N started to explain in detail the day Bucky sought her out for help, the free time they spent together talking about everything and at the same time nothing. Clint and Natasha exchanged glances, everything making more sense. In the end, Y/N was completely oblivious and Bucky, and Winter Soldier was a damn coward.

Natasha and Clint decided that they wouldn’t say anything, for the time being, preferring to let Y/N vent and then get some dinner together. But after a few days, Natasha noticed that although things had returned to normal with Y/N, the idiot she calls best friend continued to ward off Bucky like a plague. A little uncertain, Natasha decided to talk with Steve for advice - the Captain was away for a long three months mission. But it didn’t take long to get a response from him, unfortunately, the message contained only two words: ask Sam.

Natasha sighed in defeat as Clint took the phone of her hands to read. Of course, Steve would push the problem (Bucky being stupid) to Sam, he was the best to solve this kind of bullshit (even if he didn’t like to admit it out loud).

Clint returned her phone, stole one of Natasha's toast and took a big bite before teasing his girlfriend. “You're o cute when you're worried.”

“Now isn’t the time to flirt and that’s my toast!”

Clint waved his hand dismissing Natasha. “Whatever, I'm already two steps ahead of you.”

Natasha scoffed. “How so?”

“I talked to Sam yesterday during our recon mission, we already have a plan.” the archer smiled smugly, stealing a sip of Natasha's coffee. “We locked Bucky and Y/N in the old lab on the east wing.”

“You WHAT?”

Y/N didn’t know how she ended up there. Sam invited her to see an old lab he had found that it could become hers, or so she thought. And to say that Sam Wilson could be 100% trustworthy. Now she's stuck in a room... With Bucky. A fucking cliché. And, maybe, a terrible nightmare. The two remained silent, avoiding eye contact and trying to dissociate from the awkwardness. They were embarrassed, but for completely different reasons. The words Sam said before leaving echoed in Y/N's head: If you wanna get out, better start talking. And it seemed that the more she thought about it the harder it seemed to be. Y/N nibbled at her bottom lip, sitting by the window, she could see Bucky's reflection sitting in one of the tables behind her. She wanted to tell everything to Bucky, but she didn’t have the guts. It had been 30 minutes, and Y/N could only imagine the worst scenarios.

She didn’t want to have her heart broken, no matter how much it hurt her to deal with what she felt for Bucky. Natasha was right, she was a chicken. But it wasn’t fair that her friends joined forces to put her in that situation.

“Y/N I need you to stop overthinking for a bit.”

Bucky's voice sounded so smooth, almost a whisper if it weren’t for the quiet room. Y/N looked up and turned slightly to glance at the tables, but instead, she found the super soldier standing closer, a shy smile on his lips.

Having the attention he wanted, Bucky sighed. “Hello.”

“H-hey, I'm sorry for-”

Y/N started nervously, wincing slightly for stammering, but Bucky quickly interrupted her. His voice softer, if that were possible. “That’s fine. Actually, huh, Tony warned me.”

She stared at him with big eyes, feeling her ears warm, she scoffed in disbelief. Sam and Tony were so dead. But none of that made sense. Why would her own friends do something like this? And warn Bucky about it but lie to her?

“You're overthinking again.”

“Why?” Bucky frowned, but Y/N didn’t wait for answers and pressed on. “Why did you agree to their plan?”

Bucky didn’t say anything immediately, deciding to kneel so he could look her better in the eyes. “Isn’t that obvious?”

She replied in a small voice. “No?”

He breathed out "cute" before moving closer and resting one hand on her knee. They were both so nervous, but now they couldn’t back down. Bucky could no longer ignore what he felt, not after knowing Y/N felt the same.

“I fell in love with you.”

She gasped at those words, her lips parted like she wanted to respond and finally gush everything she felt for Bucky. Y/N shook her head trying to form a coherent sentence, but she got distracted by Bucky's huge smile, eyes shining with adoration.

“I know.” Bucky whispered softly, taking Y/N’s face in his hands as if it was the most delicate flower. Then he inclined his head slightly so their lips were close enough that Y/N's warm breath mixed with his. “You can say it later, but I really want to kiss you now.”

Y/N felt as if her heart was going to explode, she nodded her head but quickly pressed her mouth to Bucky’s soft lips. It was better than she had dreamed. And she had dreamed way too many times about kissing Bucky.

The spell was suddenly broken when the door opened abruptly, slamming against the wall. She jumped slightly trying to pull away, but Bucky thought otherwise, deciding to wrap his arms around her waist in a half hug. And when they looked at the intruder, it was none other than Sam.

“That’s enough PDA for today, kids.”

Bucky groaned. “Fuck off.”

”No can do, the others are waiting.” Sam chidded, making no effort to hide his own smile. “Don't wanna be skinned alive by Romanoff, y'know.”

Sam headed toward the door, allowing Bucky to get up off the floor and bring Y/N with him. The two smiled secretly, she took initiative and held Bucky’s hand, wrapping their fingers together as if they've done it for years. Both smiling from ear to ear. Maybe they wanted to do it for so long that it just seemed natural. Bucky kisses her forehead tenderly, walking side by side as if there were no one else in the world. Y/N squeezed Bucky’s hand before finally saying the words with her heart on her sleeve.

“I love you too, in fact, I have for a long while.”

Bucky couldn’t stop smiling. “Yeah, I think I noticed.”

“Oh.”

“And sorry for coming with that terrible excuse. I kind of panicked.”

“What do you mean?”

Bucky stopped walking, turning on his heel so he could face her. “You're really oblivious, huh? I was going to ask yoy out that day.”

She frowned for a moment, but soon wrapped her arms around Bucky's neck, squeezing him. “I hope you take me on several dates and kiss me a lot.”

Bucky laughed at her teasing, noting her flushed face. “Everything you want, but with one condition.”

Y/N pulled away a little so she could look into Bucky's eyes. “Yeah?”

Bucky gave a peck on her lips before whispering. “Be my girlfriend.”

“Hey, lovebirds, can you leave it for later?”

The couple groaned, yet Sam remained unbothered. Maybe he was right and that was enough hot stuff for the curious eyes. But in the end, they didn't care. So, hand in hand, they entered the lounge. All smiles. Why? Well, they were stupidly in love.

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months ago

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i knew we'd be fine

for @steddiesongfics using 18 by one direction as inspiration

rated e | 3104 words | cw: temporary breakup | tags: modern au, high school sweethearts, break-up, second chances, getting back together, chance meetings, time skip, semi-public sex (the door is open they don't get caught), hand jobs, love confessions

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May 21st, 2018

“Eddie!” Steve crashes into his bedroom, dropping his backpack on the floor.

Eddie looks up from the exam in his hand. He failed. Again.

Steve’s excited, clearly passed all his exams. He never had any doubts. Steve works hard, studies for the tests he knows will be difficult. Does extra credit when he doesn’t do as well as he hoped to.

Eddie gets by in most classes, but pre-calculus was sent from hell specifically to torture him. This is his second year failing it, and it’s his second year being kept behind because of it.

The worst part is that he did try this time. He actually studied with Steve, and maintained a C average for most of the year. This last quarter was tough though, and he needed a B on the exam to pass the class. He stares at the 68 in big red marker on the front.

It’s not enough. He’s not enough.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice is quieter now, and he sits next to Eddie on the bed, taking the paper out of his hand. “You didn’t pass.”

He sounds shocked, a little disappointed, maybe even a bit mad.

“Nope. Looks like another senior year for me,” Eddie says, voice shaking. He’s managed to keep from crying for the last hour, but he’s not sure how much longer he can hold off. “Third time’s the charm, right?”

Steve sets the paper down next to him and turns to Eddie, tears in his eyes.

“I got into UIC.”

Eddie’s heart drops to his stomach and his stomach drops out of his body.

They both knew Eddie wasn’t going to college. Everyone knew that. Steve was, though. He wanted to be a teacher, and he’d be a damn good one. Eddie was gonna follow him to college, find a job at a record store in Chicago, play his music when he could.

He was gonna fall asleep holding Steve every night, and one day, they’d get married, even though Steve deserves better than Eddie and always will. Maybe Eddie’d make it just big enough that he could make good money but still be around to start a family, adopt a couple kids to keep them busy and keep their house full of love.

That was their plan.

Eddie ruined their plan.

“Congrats, baby. That’s amazing. I knew you’d do it,” Eddie says, and he does mean it, even if his voice doesn’t quite show it. “You’re gonna do so great.”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m not going.”

“What do you mean? Of course you are.”

Eddie knows what Steve’s doing. He’s sacrificing because he thinks it will help, but it’ll just make Eddie feel worse, and Steve’s parents would never allow him to not go to college because of his loser boyfriend.

“I’m not going without you,” Steve’s voice breaks.

Eddie’s heart does, too, especially when he realizes what he’ll have to do.

He loves Steve so much. He has to remind himself of that as he ruins everything even more. It’s for the best.

As he breaks Steve’s heart, and ruins their future, and hurts himself in the process, he has to keep reminding himself that letting Steve go is the best thing to do. He’d never forgive himself for holding him back.

Steve leaves, tears still running down his face.

Eddie cries until he passes out and hopes he makes it through another fucking year at Hawkins High.

****

May 10th, 2024

Eddie throws his keys on the counter, wipes his forehead. The AC unit in the window is useless, and the summer heat hasn’t even really started yet. The record store’s AC is broken and the owner is trying to find a cheap fix to get through this summer while he saves up, but hasn’t had much luck. Wayne’s supposed to come take a look next week because he’s sick of hearing Eddie complain over the phone.

He pulls a beer from the fridge and pulls his phone from his pocket.

Robin texted him a selfie from last night, her birthday outing in Boston that looks like it was pretty fun. He lets her know her present is on the way, which it decidedly is not, but it will be when his paycheck hits his account on Friday.

Wayne sent him a text with his bus info so he can be there to pick him up from the station. The old man still refuses to fly, even though it would be so much faster and easier to do it. He gives a thumbs up and says he’ll call him tomorrow, just like he does every Wednesday night.

Gareth sent him a link to an open mic night not too far from his apartment with a question mark. It might be nice to get on stage. He’s only done a few open mic nights this year, and the stage is calling him. He tells him he’s in, but only if Jeff makes the trip, too. Frankie’s too far, or he’d insist on him coming.

They all still get together once a year, usually here in Chicago, but sometimes at Frankie’s place in New York if they can swing it.

A loud bang from the hall makes him jump, nearly dropping his beer and his phone on the floor. He’s used to apartment living, random loud noises are common above and below him. But he’s home early today, and most of the people in his building work regular 9-5 jobs.

He sets his drink and phone on the counter and goes to check through the peephole in the door.

A man is struggling to shove a couch through the door across the hall. It looks just a little too wide to fit, but the man is still trying to push it through.

Eddie should ignore it, finish his beer, shower, and maybe heat up the frozen pizza he’s been thinking about all day. He closed the shop last night and opened it this morning. He’s running on barely four hours of sleep and a Mountain Dew that gave him heartburn instead of energy.

He opens his door and steps into the hall.

“Not sure that’s gonna fit, dude,” he says to the man half-buried in a too-large couch.

The man freezes. Eddie can’t help but stare at the man’s ass. He’s having a hell of a dry spell, close to a year. Even before that he can’t remember the last time he was this intrigued by a dude’s ass.

The man stands up and turns and Eddie’s heart drops much like it did the last time he saw this man.

“Eddie?” Steve’s eyes are huge as he steps closer, seemingly forgetting that he was in the process of moving a couch into an apartment.

“Steve?” Eddie asks, scared to move at all.

He’s seen Steve in some pictures, of course. It’s hard not to when they share Robin like divorced parents share their only child. He’s always in the background, though, a little blurry or turned away just enough that Eddie can’t see his features.

“Do you live here?” Steve asks, which is probably a dumb question considering he just walked out of an apartment in this building, but he’s too busy staring at him to care.

“Yeah. Uh…do you?” Eddie asks, equally dumb.

“As of yesterday, yeah,” Steve hasn’t blinked since he turned and Eddie’s pretty sure he hasn’t either. That can’t be good for anyone, especially not people with glasses. Steve’s wearing glasses. Eddie’s brain stops working immediately at the realization. “I didn’t know you lived in Chicago.”

Which has to be a lie. There’s no way Robin hasn’t mentioned it at some point, especially because she’s visited him a handful of times over the last couple of years. Gareth’s even sort-of friends with him, and he’s terrible at keeping secrets. Not that it’s a secret, but. Well, he just assumed that Steve wouldn’t care what he’s up to.

“Moved here in 2022. Wayne wanted to buy his ma’s old house in Kentucky before it went to some ungrateful flippers or whatever and I didn’t find any reason to stay without him there.” Eddie shrugs. “Gareth’s in school here so he put the good word in at a record shop for a job and found this place for me.”

“Does he live with you?” Steve’s so close, Eddie could touch him. He won’t. But he could.

“No, no. This is just a studio. Can’t afford a two bedroom, even with rent sharing. He lives on campus until he graduates next May, so maybe then we can find a place. I dunno, he’s pretty serious with a girl so maybe not,” Eddie shrugs again. Why can’t he control his fucking shoulders? “Anyways! I figured you’d be in Boston!”

Steve frowns. “Why would I be in Boston?”

“Robin’s birthday?” Eddie didn’t imagine the text she sent, right? She went out last night to celebrate.

“Oh!” Steve laughs. “Yeah, I had to move, so I’m heading out there in a couple weeks to celebrate. My old landlord was a cunt and wouldn’t let me push it by three days.”

“Was it Darla?” Darla has a hell of a reputation in this area of Chicago. She owns four buildings, refuses to be bought out by corporations, and doesn’t let anyone get away with anything. Her buildings are nice, but she’s not. Eddie couldn’t afford them even if he wanted to, and he’s a little glad he can’t.

“Yep,” Steve gives an awkward half-smile. “If I’d known about her before signing the lease, I probably wouldn’t have.”

“Ah well, you’re out of it now. Daryl’s pretty cool here. He’s a bit slow to fix stuff, but he’s doing his best. Helped me out a few months ago when I was a few days late on rent,” Eddie shrugs again. Jesus, his back’s gonna be sore soon. “I’m surprised she didn’t convince you to move to Boston.”

Steve laughs. “She tried. Even sent me a few listings in her building. But I couldn’t turn down the job offer here.”

Eddie nods like he understands, like he knows what the hell Steve is even talking about. He doesn’t. He knows Steve graduated because Wayne went to his graduation, but that’s really all he knows. It’s all he’s allowed himself to know.

“Well!” Eddie claps his hands together. He’s suddenly even more exhausted and barely holding it together. “Best of luck. I don’t think that couch is gonna fit, though.”

“Oh,” Steve looks back over his shoulder at the couch as if he just remembered he was doing something before Eddie interrupted. “Right. Well, who needs a couch anyway, right?”

Eddie snorts. He feels his heart twinge in his chest. Steve was always so good at making him laugh, even when he was feeling like absolute shit. Apparently, it’s a gift he’s kept all these years.

“You could tilt it at an angle?” Eddie suggests. He’s not sure it’ll work, but he doesn’t wanna leave with nothing to offer. Not like last time.

“I tried. Couldn’t get a good enough grip to push it through.”

“I can try to help.”

Surprisingly, it does work. It’s not easy, and still takes them nearly ten minutes, but it gets through.

“Guess you live here permanently now,” Eddie huffs as he tries to catch his breath.

“At least my couch does,” Steve agrees with a small smile.

Eddie used to do everything to see Steve smile, anything at all. He finds he’d still do anything.

“Thanks for your help,” Steve continues. He’s so close. How’d he even get this close? “Probably would’ve just sent it back downstairs and let someone take it from the curb if you didn’t help.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. “Yeah, no problem. I guess I’ll be seeing you around?”

Steve nods once. He’s still so close.

Eddie wants to touch him, wants to reach out and see if he feels the same. If his hair is still soft, if his hips are still hard but he still has a pudge at his belly, if his nipples are still more sensitive than his dick.

He’s not brave, never has been. Not when it matters most.

But Steve is, Steve was always brave. He came out to his parents even though they were likely to disown him, insisted on it because he didn’t want to keep Eddie a secret. He came out at school even though the basketball team made homophobic jokes constantly because he knew he didn’t want to hide who he was. He applied for a college his parents didn’t think was good enough because they had the best education program that wasn’t completely across the country. He visited Wayne still, even after Eddie broke his heart.

Steve touches his cheek, leans in.

When their lips meet, it’s hesitant. Not even their first kiss was this delicate.

Eddie shivers as Steve pulls away. He doesn’t go far, but Eddie tugs him in by his waist so he can’t go any further.

They’re both smiling, practically glowing.

“Yeah?” Steve asks.

“Yeah.”

He pushes Steve down on the couch, kissing hard enough to taste blood. They’re both hungry, starved, and desperate to touch every inch of each other. He’s straddling Steve’s thighs, trying not to think about how much thicker they feel under him. He’s already hard, going 0-100 faster than he ever has before. Steve’s clearly not far behind, moaning into his mouth as his hips push up for friction.

Eddie bites his bottom lip and pulls away, but Steve forces his mouth to his neck. Eddie is willing to go wherever Steve wants him to.

“Need to close the door,” Steve pants.

“Just be quick,” Eddie says against his neck.

“But, neighbors.”

“No one’s here.”

Steve laughs, bunches his neck up. Eddie’s hit with something that feels a lot like the love he used to feel for this man. Back when they were both barely teenagers, back when they didn’t know how to explain to others that they were in love and it wasn’t just some stupid high school fling. Back when they first kissed, and their first kiss led to their first hand jobs, and then they had their first time together on Steve’s 17th birthday.

He knew what made Steve tick then, he knew exactly how to make Steve smile and laugh and moan. They were barely adults when he broke both their hearts, and he still isn’t sure he’s recovered from it.

“Hey,” Steve says, and it makes Eddie pull his face back to look at him. He’s smiling, soft and gentle, and his hands have gone light against his skin, no longer digging into his muscles and bones and very being. “We’re here, right?”

Eddie answers with a kiss, a gentle press of his lips against Steve’s, a silent agreement that somehow, some way, they are here. The universe threw them back at each other because it couldn’t accept a world where they weren’t together.

“Are you getting psychological?” Steve asks.

Eddie beams, kisses him again because he knows Steve knows the right word. He went to college, learned a lot of big words. Eddie’s pretty sure he always knew them anyway.

“I suppose I am,” Eddie replies.

His hand drops to his jeans and unbuttons them, wraps a hand around himself. Steve knocks his hand away and takes over and it’s far better than when they were teenagers, so much better than when they were still learning how to stop being embarrassed about what they liked and wanted.

He’s been with a few guys since, nothing more than casual hookups, but it was enough to learn that he’s good at this. He knows what he’s doing, he’s confident. He likes making people feel good, he learned that with Steve first.

But Steve has always been a giver, generous in bed and out of it. He’s glad that hasn’t changed.

Steve remembers him, somehow gets the rhythm and pressure just right to have him on the edge in less than a minute. He’s whimpering, bucking up into his touch.

“You too,” he gets out before he comes. “Let me touch you. Been so long.”

Steve’s somehow thicker than he remembers, though maybe he’s just lost in the moment or his memory isn’t as good as he thought it was. Hard to lose the memory when Steve’s been the one he always goes back to in his mind when he’s alone at night, trying to take the edge off with spit and his right hand.

They work each other up, edge each other so it doesn’t have to end. They’re kissing lazily while their hands work faster, then slower, occasionally squeezing drops of precum from the tip of their cocks. They’re sweating and making small noises that echo in the emptiness of Steve’s still mostly empty apartment. The door naturally closed most of the way, a small gap still visible, but neither of them care.

“Come with me.” Steve doesn’t wait for him to respond, just twists his grip so that Eddie has no choice but to come all over them both. Steve follows within seconds.

They’re breathing heavy, both of them shaking as they come down.

Steve brings his fingers to his lips, licks the cum off of them, leans his head back like he’s savoring the taste and the adrenaline high. Eddie watches him, can’t believe he gets to see Steve like this again.

He doesn’t want it to end.

“Did you really not know I was here?” Eddie asks quietly, not wanting to completely ruin the moment.

“I really didn’t,” Steve says without opening his eyes or lifting his head up. “Think it’s a sign?”

Eddie kisses his jaw, curling his head against his neck when Steve wraps his arms around him to hold him close.

“Pretty sure the universe knew we’d get here,” Eddie answers.

He’s not really one for believing in miracles or higher powers of any kind, but it’s hard to ignore this.

“I knew I’d find you again,” Steve admits.

“Could’ve asked Robin and saved us a lot of time,” Eddie teases.

Steve pokes his cheek, but he laughs. As long as he laughs, as long as Eddie can make him laugh, he thinks they’ll be fine.

“Still love you, you know?” Steve asks after another minute of silence. “Don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you just as much as I did when we were teenagers.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Steve’s smirking, he can tell.

“Yeah. Loving you alone was a little pathetic.”

Steve kisses the top of his head. “At least we can be pathetic together.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie events #steddie song fics #steve harrington x eddie munson #second chances #temporary break up #getting back together

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writeriguess · 3 months ago

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Sero hanta x fem reader, it’s after the war and UA decided to do a family day and everyone finds out that hanta has a girlfriend and twins who birthday just so happened to be during the war.

Taped Together

The war had left scars—on their bodies, their hearts, and the world they once knew. But life had a way of moving forward, and UA had decided to host a Family Day to remind everyone that despite everything, they still had something worth fighting for.

You had been hesitant to come, not because you didn’t want to, but because no one knew about you. Not even Sero’s closest friends. It wasn’t intentional; your relationship had just been something private—something safe. And then, when the war started, you had been forced to stay in hiding, pregnant.

A small hand tugging at your hoodie brought you back to the present. Looking down, you met your son’s big brown eyes, the spitting image of his father, from the toothy grin to the messy mop of dark hair. His twin sister, standing at your other side, squeezed your fingers excitedly.

"Mama, do you think Daddy's gonna be surprised?" she asked, bouncing on her heels.

You smiled. "Oh, sweetheart, he's gonna lose his mind."

—

The moment you walked onto UA’s campus, you felt the stares. The other Pro Heroes, former students, and faculty were scattered across the field, laughing, talking, introducing their families. But as you stepped closer, hand-in-hand with your children, the conversation around you began to die down.

And then—

"No fucking way."

A very familiar voice cut through the crowd. You looked up just in time to see Bakugo’s jaw drop, his usually sharp red eyes comically wide. Mina, Kaminari, and Kirishima weren’t any better, looking back and forth between you and the two identical mini-Seros standing beside you.

"Oi, Sero! What the hell, man?!" Kaminari shouted, waving his arms wildly.

At the sound of his name, Sero turned around—and froze.

It was almost funny how dramatically his face shifted. From casual confusion to pure disbelief, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to process what he was seeing.

His gaze flickered from you, to the kids, back to you, back to the kids—then he inhaled sharply.

"No."

You bit back a laugh. "Yes."

"No."

"Yes, babe."

"NO, NO, NO—"

Before he could spiral into another round of stunned denial, his daughter bolted forward, tiny arms outstretched.

"DADDY!!"

Sero barely had time to react before she launched herself at him, tape instinctively shooting out to steady her before she crashed into his chest. His arms snapped around her, holding tight, almost like he was afraid to let go.

His son ran up next, a little more hesitant, but Sero grabbed him just as fiercely, pressing kisses into his messy hair, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You’re real, right?" Sero finally choked out, pulling back slightly to cup their little faces, scanning every feature as if trying to burn the moment into his memory.

"We’re real!" his daughter giggled. "Mommy brought us!"

At that, Sero’s head snapped up, locking eyes with you again. And suddenly, he was moving, pulling you in—one arm wrapped around your waist, the other still holding his children close.

"You’re really here." His voice cracked, forehead pressing against yours.

You smiled softly. "I’m sorry it took so long."

He laughed wetly, kissing you hard before pulling back to study your face.

"Don’t be sorry," he whispered. "You brought them to me. That’s all that matters."

—

"So let me get this straight." Mina finally spoke after a long silence. "You—you had twins? During the war?? And you didn’t tell anyone?!"

Sero, still cradling both of his children, sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh… surprise?"

Kaminari looked offended. "We could’ve been Uncle Kami and Aunt Mina this whole time, and you kept it from us??"

Bakugo crossed his arms. "Dumbass."

Kirishima, always the supportive one, grinned brightly. "I dunno, man. I think it makes sense. Sero’s always been good at keeping things together."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"KIRISHIMA, GET OUT."

#sero hanta #sero x reader #bnha x reader #hanta sero #hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x you #baku no hero academia #baku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia

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rosemaryhoney27 · 3 months ago

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Vlad's Mistaken Capture part 4

Vlad Masters was many things—a billionaire, a genius, a powerful halfa. But at this moment, as he stared at the bound and very irritated Jason Todd for the third time, he was just a man on the brink of losing his mind.

Jason, already awake, met Vlad’s glowing red eyes with the most unimpressed expression imaginable.

"Buddy," Jason said flatly, "I’m starting to think you have a crush on me."

Vlad screamed.

"HOW?!" He paced back and forth in a rage, flinging his arms wildly. "How does this keep happening?! I was certain it was Daniel this time!"

Jason smirked. "Yeah? And what gave it away this time? My badass aura? My complete lack of ghost powers?"

Vlad rounded on him, eyes twitching. "You were wearing his hoodie!"

Jason raised a brow. "Do you think all dark-haired guys in hoodies are the same person?"

"IT WAS THE SAME HOODIE!" Vlad shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "WHY DO YOU KEEP WEARING THE SAME THING AS DANIEL?!"

Jason leaned back, smug as hell. "Ever consider he’s copying me?"

Vlad clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms. His vision was already bad, but at this point, he wondered if the universe itself was conspiring against him.

This was supposed to be simple! Daniel was in Gotham! He was supposed to swoop in, capture the boy, and finally convince him that they belonged together as the only two halfas in existence.

Instead, for the third time, he had this guy.

Jason, for his part, was having a blast. "So, uh, should we just put this on the calendar? Same time next week?"

Vlad let out a guttural noise of frustration. "I AM NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!"

Jason grinned. "Oh, you’re doing it again."

Before Vlad could fire off a retort, there was the all-too-familiar CRASH of the skylight above shattering.

Vlad didn’t even look up this time. He just sighed.

Nightwing landed first, hands on his hips. "Vlad. We talked about this."

Red Robin landed beside him, shaking his head. "Dude, seriously. Are you okay?"

Robin followed, scowling. "How do you keep making the same mistake?!"

Jason, still tied to the chair, smirked. "I told him he has a thing for me."

Nightwing chuckled. "Honestly? Kinda looking that way."

Vlad phased through the floor before anyone could say another word.

Jason, still grinning, leaned back. "So, who had 'three times' in the betting pool?"

Tim sighed, scrolling through his interface. "I had 'four.' We’re almost there."

Damian groaned. "I hate all of you."

Jason just laughed.

This time, Vlad was certain he had finally succeeded.

Just in case his vision betrayed him again, he had taken two people. One of them had to be Daniel. The odds were finally in his favor.

Right?

He grinned as he turned to examine his captives, both tied to chairs in his latest abandoned warehouse hideout. "At long last, Daniel, I—"

Vlad froze.

Jason Todd sighed, looking completely done with this nonsense. "Hey, Vlad. We gotta stop meeting like this."

Sitting beside him, Bruce Wayne arched a single unimpressed eyebrow.

Vlad’s eye twitched. "…What?"

Jason grinned. "Oh man. You really messed up this time."

Vlad took a slow, shaky breath. "No, no, this is impossible. I was so careful—how did this happen?!?"

Jason tilted his head toward Bruce. "Dunno, man. Maybe because this dude is literally in his forties?"

Bruce, still eerily calm, looked straight at Vlad. "Let me go. Now."

Vlad ignored him, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright. Fine. I may have made a slight error."

Jason snorted. "Slight? Slight?! Vlad, buddy, you kidnapped Batman."

Vlad’s hands twitched. "What?"

Jason grinned. "Oh yeah, man. You really outdid yourself this time."

Vlad paled. "No. No, no, no—" He turned to Bruce, studying his face. "You can’t be serious. You’re— You’re just a billionaire playboy!"

Bruce stared at him.

The sheer weight of that deadpan stare made Vlad break into a cold sweat.

Jason watched with absolute delight as realization slowly dawned on Vlad’s face.

The billionaire-turned-ghost visibly short-circuited. He took a step back, shaking his head. "I— This is— I HAVE TO GO."

Jason cackled. "Oh no, you stay right there, old man. I wanna see how this plays out."

But Vlad was already gone, phasing through the walls at record speed, screaming into the night.

Silence filled the warehouse for a long moment.

Then, Jason turned to Bruce. "So. That was fun, huh?"

Bruce, still completely unbothered, flexed his wrists. The ropes snapped instantly.

Jason sighed. "Yeah, okay, should’ve expected that."

Bruce stood, dusted himself off, and fixed Jason with a look. "How many times has he kidnapped you?"

Jason grinned. "Not enough, apparently."

Bruce just sighed. "Let’s go."

As they walked out, Jason pulled out his comm. "Hey, guys. You're not gonna believe what just happened."

Tim’s voice crackled through the line. "Four times?"

Jason snickered. "Oh no. He leveled up. He got me and Bruce."

Silence.

Then:

"WHAT?!"

Jason smirked. "Told you guys to bet on four."

Meanwhile, miles away, Vlad Masters was aggressively rethinking his entire life.

part 5 up soon

#dpxdc #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #part 4 #vlad plasmius

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velvetcrimsonkisses · 11 months ago

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Being Nanami's assistant...

Note: office au, gojo is a cockblocker

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Nanami really tried to control himself… he really did. You were his assistant, after all, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. But then the day he accidentally spilled his coffee on you, the drink staining your white button-up, exposing a glimpse of your skin beneath, he cursed himself for getting turned on at the mere sight of you.

Of course, he was a gentleman, immediately offering you his suit jacket to cover up until you both made it back to his office, where he swore he had a spare shirt. As you both walked in, Nanami’s eyes darted to the paper napkins on his desk. He swiftly grabs them, making his way back to you.

Oh the tension was palpable and utterly splendid. There was something so exhilarating about teasing him, turning him on, driving him to the brink of madness. The way his composure would falter every so slightly under your playful antics was invigorating. You couldn’t help but wonder how much would it take for him to finally break.

You wanted him to let go of that stoic demeanor… your mind wandering to how those strong arms could manhandle you, what filthy things he could say to you in that deep voice, and those damn hands.

Thick digits with a few prominent veins that run up into his forearms. You constantly catch yourself watching the man type away on his computer, the dexterity of his fingers mesmerizing, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel inside you.

“May I?” He asks, his smooth voice snapping you back to reality. He stands there with a concerned expression, still holding up the napkins.

“Oh yes…” you remove his suit jacket, exposing your once clean shirt that's now drenched in coffee.

His hand comes up to your shirt, holding it as his other hand takes the napkin to dry you up. Nanami curses himself mentally, as he becomes aware of the soft contours of your breast as he pats the area dry. He felt like a horny teenager, getting hard by only tits. But what can he say, he was whipped for you.

You gaze up at him while he carefully dabs at the coffee stain on your shirt. Each movement deliberate and precise. His face betrays nothing, remaining unfazed and inscrutable. It's impossible to read the filthy thoughts that lurk behind those eyes. His attention is entirely on the task at hand, for now.

“I think that’s as dry as it may get… Kento,” you coo, trying to get his attention.

He finally pulled back with a sigh. His fingers linger momentarily on the fabric before meeting your eyes. “I’m so sorry about that…” the sincerity in his voice matching the apologetic look on his face. You almost feel bad, how could someone look so handsome when apologizing.

You nod and give him a curt smile that hardly masks the tension between you. His hand comes up to your chin, taking it between his fingers so he could get a good look at your face. As he studies your face, his eyes reveal a burning hunger, something so deep-sedated inside him, that longing look that makes your heart race.

The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, yet you found yourself unable to look away. Without any warning, he crashed his lips against yours with a sudden force. His hands wrap around your waist, closing the distance between you. The contrast was striking, his hard body pressing against your soft one.

His tongue flicks out, a swift and deliberate motion that nudges your lips, coaxing them open. Both your tongues explore each other as the kissing intensifies. His touch on your body is assertive but tender. Treating you like the finest porcelain as he leads you to his desk. Your feet stumble amongst each other but he steadily guides you over.

He lifts you up with no struggle. His lips remain pressed against yours, savoring the sweet taste that intoxicates him. He decides to explore further with a new found confidence, firm hands come up to your breasts once again, indulging in the softness of them and how they fit so perfectly into his hands.

He just couldn’t pull away, his lips stubbornly against yours, his hands remained on the contours of your body. Your hands were also all over him, feeling up all the muscles that adorn his sculpted body. Both of your minds are hazy, lost in the pleasure. As he begins to grind against you, the friction intense, adding a new layer of sensation to the already heated moment. Both of your minds slipped into an intoxicated fog as you pulled him closer onto you. That was until you both heard a knock.

“Nanamin!!!” An overly cheerful voice calls out from outside of the door.

With a reluctant sigh Nanami breaks the kiss, flashing you an apologetic look again as he faces the ruckus outside his door.

“Gojo… go away…” His voice a blend of annoyance and exasperation.

“No can do… we have a meeting in 10 minutes. Hurry up,” Gojo calls out again, his tone a little more serious now.

Nanami's eyes widen and he takes a glance at his fancy watch. Fuck, Gojo was right. Nanami reaches for the spare shirt you both originally came for and hands it to you with a wink.

‘I’ll see you soon, feel free to change in here…” he reaches for your chin, making sure you heard him, before he walks out his office, returning to his normal stoic expression like nothing happened.

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geralallfandoms · 11 months ago

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Hii I’m not sure if your still taking requests but if you are could you write a mark sloan x reader which involves him protecting reader from something idk is that makes sense 🫶

Hiii! Yes ofc! Hope you like it!! 🫂✨🧚

Requests are open!!

[An unlucky day]

Being a doctor has never been easy. Not only because of everything that had to be studied, the long hours of work, the mistreatment of superiors, or the poor treatment of patients...for you, the most difficult and annoying thing about all of this were the drugged or drunk patients. Most of them did not know where they were or they forgot it all the time, they did not know why they had arrived at the hospital or they deeply denied having consumed anything although their studies will confirm it.They blamed the perfumes, the chocolates that their grandmothers had given them and they didn't know they had alcohol in them, or they tried to make excuses like birthdays, weddings, New Year's Eve or Christmas.

Your 42-hour shift was about to end, there were only 4 hours left and you could return to your comfortable bed. But of course those hours would not be peaceful. It was as if the universe knew you were about to leave, that it decided to send you a bunch of patients together.

"Car crash. Two cars involved. One of the drivers was under drugs. You two, come with me." Bailey said, obviously pointing at you and another resident.

You tried not to snort too hard, you knew that if Bailey noticed, every time a case like this came up, she would call you just because she knows it bothered you.

The ambulance arrived at the same time you finished putting on your gloves. The doors opened quickly and the nurses took out a man in his 50s, unconscious, with a wound on his arm and a couple of bruises and cuts on his face. Bailey, seeing that the man was not in life-or-death conditions, pointed a finger at you, indicating that the patient was yours.

The nurses helped you take him to a more private room, just as another nurse entered.

"Thank you very much, I can so ir alone from here. Could you call Dr. Sloan? His face has a couple of bruises that I want him to see." I asked the nurse who nodded quickly and left the room next to the stretcher bearer, leaving me alone with the patient.

You began to prepare your things, turn on the machines and other things, turning your back to the patient.

And that was the worst thing that you could do.

While you were preparing the needle with tranquilizer to give it to the patient, the man had woken up. And not in the best conditions. He was under substances, in a place he didn't know, tied to a stretcher, with his entire body in pain, with a possible concussion and with someone who was about to prick his arm with something he had no idea what it was.

"Oh-" You said when you saw the he had woken up. But before you could say anything, the man let go of the stretcher and hit your hand, causing the needle to fall to the floor.

"Who the hell are you! Where I am? Let me out!" He screamed as he tried to free himself from his other restraints.

"Sir...calm please, you are in a hospital, you-"

"NO! YOU'RE LYING, YOU DAMN BITCH!" The man yelled before he could completely let go.

When you saw that the man got up from the stretcher, you took advantage of the fact that he was distracted and ran towards the door. Just as your hand had grabbed the door handle, the man grabbed your hair, pulling it back at the same time as you opened the door.

Luckily for you, when the door opened, the first thing you saw was Mark's face.

"Let me out! Let me out or I swear I'll kill them!" The man shouted in your ear as his other arm wrapped around your neck.

The nurse behind Mark quickly ran off in search of more help, as Mark's face contorted on fury.

"Let them go now! You're in a hospital, you can't do these things. Let them go now if you don't want us to call the police." Mark said with a strong voice. Although the reality was that the police would come anyway to arrest him for driving under the influence.

"T-the po-police..." The man said as he backed away. His arm was beginning to let go of you and when Mark noticed it too, he grabbed your arm quickly, pulling you away from the man.

Mark quickly put you behind him. He was much taller and bigger than you, so you had been completely hidden behind him, seeing his big back. The man started screaming again, this time running towards us. Mark was backing away with his hands at your sides, trying to protect you from the man who was trying to grab you again. But the man was able to take Mark's robe.

Seeing how the man and Mark were pulling, you ran to the table, took a needle and filled it with a tranquilizer. once Once you knew it was enough to put the patient to sleep for a few hours, you quickly injected it into his shoulder.

The man turned around quickly, hitting you in the face, causing you to fall sitting on the floor. And just as Mark was about to hit him back, hospital security ran in, arresting the patient.

Once they had him grabbed, and pulled away from the room, Mark quickly approached you, crouching down next to you.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What hurts? That fucking son of a bit-" He said as he watched your nose begin to bleed.

"Mark!" You shouted to interrupt him. "I'm fine, really...and you?"

"Your nose is bleeding, probably broken, and your eye is black. Don't tell me you're fine, that bastard ruined your face..." He said seriously as he took a cotton ball and put it on your nose.

"But luckily I have you to fix it, right?" I said while smiling, trying to get him to relax.

"Of course darling..."

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I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if something is written wrong, English is not my first language! But let me know!

🫂✨🧚

#mark sloan x reader #mark sloan #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy x reader #derek shepherd x reader #derek shepherd #meredith grey #Mark Sloanxreader #marksloanxreader

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bonesxbows · 6 months ago

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Infection (Arthur Nightingale X Reader)

My Masterlist

You can't get sick...right? You're a child of the void, immune to simple bacterial viruses. But yet when you pull into the Mall's garage one day, head throbbing and body aching, you can't help but wonder if that's actually true. To make matters even worse you've been so busy running errands and missions for the Hex that you haven't been keeping an eye on the calendar; it's closer to the end of the time loop than you thought. Arthur's the first to remind you, and the first to notice your change in health.

(WARNINGS) - Graphic Descriptions of Flu like symptoms - Female Drifter (she/her pronouns used)

Guess who got sick right before new years eve and wrote this as a way to make themselves feel better because they're missing out on all the fun parties

I'm still getting a grasp on Arthur's character and I also wrote this while extremely sick so sorry for any mistakes/out-of-character moments

Banners by @strangergraphics

The mission had gone as usual, no kinks or hiccups, smooth sailing as you and your squad mowed down techrot hoard after hoard, the smell of burnt acid and chitin-filled technological carapaces burying the under levels of the old mall. But at some point, your trigger finger began to lag, your steps became staggered and you could feel phantom sweat coat your forehead from within the safety of your warframe. You were falling behind. They wouldn’t leave you, but they wouldn't wait for you either. So you forced your feet to keep moving, willing the energy to keep flowing through your warframe to fend off the techrot surrounding you. By the time you made it back to the garage, you wanted to collapse.

You left your frame next to your atomicycle, not having the energy to pilot the suit even another step. The bundle of supplies you had brought back for the Hex felt like a bag of concrete on your shoulder, threatening to topple you over as your knees screamed in protest, your muscles aching right down to your bones. You were so ready to just trudge up to the backroom and fall into the nearest couch you could find. Luckily, by some small grace, help had arrived. You heard the sliding doors that separated the garage from the rest of the mall glide open, metallic footsteps clicking against the tile floor.

“You’re not usually gone this long. Everything go alright?” You heard him ask, his accent coating over the forming headache in the back of your mind like warm drizzled honey.

You sighed. You didn’t want to snap at him, but you were in so. Much. Pain. Standing on your feet physically hurt. “Everything went fine, Arthur. Can you take these and distribute them, please? I need to...lie down. For a moment.” You kept your voice sweet and plastered a soft smile on your face as you handed the bag of supplies in his direction. He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he studied you. He knew you; ever since you had first arrived you never stopped, never slowed down, always bouncing to the next mission or next bounty, so why now, of all times, were you stopping to take a rest? There was something off, but it was so hard to tell with you. You weren’t built like him, or like he used to be anyway, you weren’t exactly human. He couldn’t read you like he could other people.

“Are you…feeling alright, love?” He took the bag from you, lessening the weight on your body, and immediately you sighed in relief. Your eyes flickered to the door, eager to book it towards the backroom now that you were free from your last responsibility and could finally crash, but Arthur stood in your way, and it was clear he had no intention of moving until you answered his question.

“I’m fine, really. I’m immune to everything, remember? Child of the void and all that. I’m just tired. After some sleep I’ll be right back to normal, promise. You worry too much.” You spoke quickly and then kissed him on the cheek, getting a satisfactory answer out as fast as possible and leaving him no room to argue as you dashed off towards the door. Hopefully, he wouldn’t chase you down so you could actually take that nap you so desperately wanted.

You made it to the backroom in record time, flopping face-first onto the nearest soft surface you could find and passing out as soon as your head made contact.

It wasn’t long though before you woke up retching, a wet cough rattling your chest and scratching your throat on the way out. You groaned, sitting up and leaning back against the back of the couch. You blinked against the lights above you, pulling the blanket that covered your arms up over your head…which definitely hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep. You poked an eye out, looking around the room, but no one else was there with you. Well, no other people. Your eyes landed on your kubrow who had snuggled up next to the foot of the couch nearest you, curled into a ball, a note laid next to their feet. You reached down to pick it up, scritching their fur as a reward for safeguarding the note for you when you did so. They sighed contently in response.

The white of the paper was blinding to your straining eyes, your headache having only increased from earlier, and his fancy scrawled handwriting didn’t help -you figured it had to be a Britannic thing, Eleanor wrote the same way-, but you managed to decode the note.

You looked cold. Text me when you wake up, team’s taken off the rest of today. I’m all yours. -A

You couldn’t help but smile underneath your little blanket cocoon. It took an extraordinary amount of effort but you stood up, your knees wobbled and your back ached but you willed yourself to stay upright, stumbling your way over to your POM-2 PC. You pushed the on button, the screen flickering to life, making you outwardly hiss as the blue light assaulted your eyes and shot to the very back of your skull like a laser. But you pushed forward, ignoring the pain, and clicked on Arthur’s chatbox.

Hey, A <3

Broadsword is typing…

You’re awake. I take it you got my note then?

I did. Something special going on I don’t know about? You never let the team take days off.

Broadsword is typing…

Check your calendar, love.

Broadsword has gone offline.

You squinted in confusion, a small flash of panic grabbing hold of your heart. Had you forgotten something important? You clicked off of the chat page and onto the built-in calendar with the PC, the boxes flashing onto the screen. They were all greyed out, you had reached the end of another month, nothing special there. But then you saw it. December on the top of the screen. December 31st. Today was the end of the time loop. New Year’s Eve.

Metallic footsteps sounded off of the wooden floorboards behind you. You were still facing the PC, dumbstruck by your discovery, nothing but a mass of blanket from his point of view. He came up behind you and snaked his hands around your waist, slotting his head into the crook of your neck, though he was met with a mess of fluffy blanket instead of your warm skin. His eyes flicked between your face and the PC’s screen still brought up on the greyed-out calendar. “Figure out what today is, then?” He whispered.

You leaned back into Arthur’s chest, the heat radiating off of his warframe a welcoming comfort through your blanket.“I didn’t realize.” You spoke, answering his question, but yet you didn’t recognize your own voice. Your eyes widened at the unexpected sound, a hoarse croaking noise as the words scratched out of your throat. Arthur pulled his head away from your shoulder and spun you around as soon as he heard it too, forcing you to face him, his hands now on your shoulders and a concerned look on his face as his brow furrowed. A chill ran over your body at the abrupt removal of his warmth from your back, causing you to shiver, a motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Arthur. He was looking over you, studying you. You pulled the blanket closer around you, becoming sheepish under his gaze. He took in everything he hadn’t noticed before in addition to your recent shiver and scratchy voice; the way your eyes seemed to sink into your face surrounded by dark circles, the unusual dullness in your complexion, and the way both your shoulders and your spine seemed to slump towards the floor as if the weight of a million bricks rested upon you.

A small smirk crawled over his face, his assumptions from earlier now being undeniably confirmed. “So, ‘child of the void that’s immune to everything’ huh?”

You sniffled, sticking your nose into the air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice scratched out like a destroyed record, the words catching in your throat and making you hack and cough, breaking whatever semblance of composure you were trying to feign. You brought your elbow up to your face to catch the cough, the fuzzy blanket encompassing everything as you moved. Arthur carefully dug his fingers into the muscles of your shoulders and neck as you coughed and retched up the fluid in your lungs, the gentle pressure a soothing distraction from the pain coating your throat with every new breath you took. Eventually, you stopped, now looking exhausted from the effort, and you couldn’t help but collapse against his chest, your head finding the crook of his neck. Your breathing became ragged against the metal platings and exo-flesh of his neck, though he couldn’t feel it the sound of it alone made concern worm its way to his heart. He didn’t think about it often, he didn’t want to unless he had to, honestly; but moments like this were blatant reminders of just how fragile you were compared to him. He sighed and curled his arms around you, holding you against him and running his hands up and down your back comfortingly. “Hm. Sounds to me like you’re sick, if I had to guess.”

“Ugh.” Was all you could muster for a response, the sound reverberated through your chest instead of your already painful throat. He reached down and hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling you up and bundling you into his arms so he could carry you. You made no protest to his actions, immediately wrapping your legs and arms around his torso, albeit weakly. He carried you back over to the couch, settling down with you in his lap, the blanket not forgotten about and cocooned around your shoulders. You huddled into the warmth radiating off of his mechanical body as another shiver crawled over your spine, causing you to shake. He let his hands roam your back absentmindedly, working his fingers against your muscles gently and every so often letting one of them wander upwards towards your hair, carding his fingers through the strands soothingly.

Though the quiet moment didn’t last for long as his ears twitched, picking up the sound of footsteps coming up the metal staircase that separated your living space from your workshop. He instinctively tensed, his eyes whipping to the doorway as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, ready to protect you at a second's notice. The mall was a safe zone, he knew that in the back of his mind, but he always prepared for the worst. The need to protect you, especially now given how weak you were in your current state, greatly outweighed any rationality to his thoughts. You were oblivious to everything happening, your eyes long since being closed ever since he had sat down with you.

“You two are adorable.” He heard in his head, his guard dropping as he saw both his sister and Aoi poke around the corner. She had been listening when his instincts had kicked in.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you two knock?”

“Don’t you two answer your comms?” He heard in his head again, a teasing smile on Eleanor’s face.

“Didn’t hear them go off. Sorry.” He explained.

“You, not paying attention to your comms? What’s got you so sidetracked?” Aoi retorted, though her face showed she was teasing as well. Eleanor, however, had already found the answer to Aoi’s question. Her face fell when she saw you clinging onto Arthur’s chest, your breathing harsh and unnatural and your hair plastered to your forehead by sweat. She knelt down in front of him, studying you for signs of something she had long since forgotten even existed.

“Is she sick?” She asked him telepathically.

Aoi had also heard the question, catching up on the details laid out before her. She sat down on the other side of the couch, her brow furrowing and a small frown adorning her lips. “Can she even get sick?”

“Apparently,” Eleanor answered in their minds, half sarcastically. “Is there anything we can do?”

“What could we do? We don’t have a cure, she’s in no condition to go back to her time and retrieve one, that’s even if they’ve discovered one.” He ran through options in his head, none of them seeming feasible.

“So…what? We just let it run its course? She seems…miserable.” Aoi’s voice was laced with sympathy. You had done so much for them, it felt awful not being able to help you in return.

“I don’t think we have any other choice, unfortunately.” They could hear the pang of guilt in Eleanor’s words as they echoed in their heads, her lips parting in a regretful sigh as she stood up.

“What did you two stop by here for, anyway?” He asked, his eyes flicking to you as you shifted in his arms, but you were still fast asleep.

“We were going to gather in the commons to celebrate the countdown, you know, since we avoided annihilation and all that this year, we figured why not, and we were going to ask if you and Drifter wanted to join us, but…” Aoi explained, her voice trailing off towards the end as her eyes landed on the bundle of blanket that was you in Arthur’s lap.

“I doubt she’d feel up to a party and I’d rather not leave her here alone, so if it’s all the same to you lot I think I’ll stay here with her for the night.” Both women gave him looks of understanding to his reply, but as soon as Arthur had answered your eyes fluttered open and your head shot up, instantly causing you to go dizzy from your sudden movement and you had to place a hand against his chest to stabilize yourself. But that didn’t stop you.

“No, Arthur, you should go.” You looked at him, your words croaking out just the same as they had before, startling the two women who hadn’t heard the severity of your sickness yet.

“I’m not leaving you here by yourself.” He retorted, brown and white eyes burrowing into yours. He knew it was selfish to argue with you when you were less than healthy, you stood no chance at winning, but he didn’t care. Not when it came to looking after you.

Eleanor and Aoi took that as their cue to leave before the conversation got any more heated. “If you do decide to join us, you know where you can find us,” Aoi told the two of you before standing up and making way for the door.

“Take care of her,” Eleanor told her brother inside of his head, a message only he could hear, as she followed Aoi out.

You waited until you heard the familiar click of the backroom door shutting before trying to bicker with the man in front of you. “You deserve to celebrate.” You told him, fighting against the hoarseness in your throat to get your point across.

“And you don’t? We'd still be dead on the floor of that reactor room if you hadn’t intervened. I won’t leave you here to celebrate alone if I have a say about it.” He brushed the sweat-stricken hair off of your forehead as he spoke.

You huffed, the noise sounding more like a wheeze. “You’re stubborn, Nightingale.” You wanted to cross your arms, to pout, to argue back and force him to spend time with his friends instead of wasting his night away in a stuffy old room. But you barely had enough energy to keep your head up as it was.

He couldn’t help but laugh, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips. “So I’ve been told.”

You didn’t remember falling back asleep, or even when you had laid your head back down onto Arthur’s shoulder, but the next thing you knew he was gently squeezing your hand, trying to wake you. You stirred for a moment, your eyelids fluttering as you came back to reality. “Wake up, love.” You heard him whisper into your ear. But it was then that all of the pain came flooding back, hitting you all at once. You groaned, feeling the stiffness in your bones and the aches throbbing in your muscles. Though you were grateful that your headache had at least subsided, you discovered that your throat still felt like sandpaper every time you swallowed, causing you to wince from the pain. You slowly raised your head up, coming face to face with Arthur. He had a small smile stuck on his face and you were caught off guard when he tilted his head and kissed you, his lips gentle against yours, as if too much pressure would shatter you like glass. You quickly leaned into it though, weakly wrapping an arm around his neck and inwardly smiling as you felt his hair tickle your cheekbones. He pulled away far too soon for your liking. “Happy New Year, love.”

You blinked in confusion for a moment before turning your head towards your POM-2; sure enough, the usual black screen was now flashing big green numbers, “00:00”. The loop had been completed. Soon it would all start again. Whether or not Arthur would still be there with you come morning was now a decision left in your hands.

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nosyp · 3 months ago

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Parents With a Twist

Photocreds = @/charluiu

Warnings = friends w benefits, no smut srry, sex before marriage, girl & boy bestfriends, fem! reader, pregnant reader, angsty stuff, jealous friend

Pairing = Michael Afton x fem! reader

Summary = The aftermath of the fight lead to the both of you distancing yourselves from each other. Will you eventually figure it out in the end?

Word count = 4.2k words

Part 1

Nothing was said for a while. None of you bothered to even say anything. Michael and you just stood there, wide-eyed and shocked.

“H-holy shit… this is… this is… fine!” he says. You can tell by his expression that it wasn’t fine though. It was so very clear that he was not fine with it. He was angry. But he was trying to cover it up, you could tell since he wasn’t doing too well of a job in hiding it.

“W-what…? Is that a joke?” you open your mouth to ask, looking at him in concern.

He grasps the pregnancy test hard in his hand, his nails starting to dig into his palms. “No! No! B-but we haven’t even got married though…”

The words register in your head. Wait. Marriage?

“What? Since when did you care about that stuff?” you ask.

“Since… uhm… right. I don’t care. My bad…” he replies, following a huge pause. “W-we haven’t even told our parents about each other, and we haven’t prepared anything for the baby, and we haven’t even-”

“Michael, stop. You're just making it worse.” you interrupt him. “And it’s not like we’re underage or something, we’re college students.”

“College students who are SUPPOSED busy studying by the way,” he adds with emphasis.

“Shut up. I’ve never seen you study even a minute,” you mention.

Michael lets out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. Your words clearly flew over his head. "College students who are busy not having kids," he corrects, his voice tight.

Your stomach twists. "And whose fault is that, Michael?"

His head snaps up. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You crossed your arms and glared at him. "You’re acting like this just happened out of nowhere. Like we weren’t both involved."

"I'm not saying that!" He throws his hands up. "I'm just saying— fuck, this is insane! We can’t handle this! We’re not ready!"

"And you think I am?" Your voice rises, shaking with frustration. "You think I wanted to find out like this? That I planned this?!"

Michael exhales loudly while pacing back and forth, seemingly looking for a solution. "We— we have options."

Silence. Your chest tightens.

"Oh," you say coldly. "So that’s where you’re going with this."

His jaw visibly clenches and he opens his mouth. "I don’t know what I’m saying, okay? I just— fuck. We don’t even know if we should— if we can—"

"Finish that sentence, Michael." you demand him. "Go on."

He doesn’t dare to. All he can do is stare, faint flashes of guilt in his eyes, and it makes your blood boil.

"Actually, y’know what?" You scoff, turning away. "Forget it. I should've known you’d react like this."

Michael takes a step forward, he’s desperate. "I’m not— just listen—"

"No, you listen!" You whirl around. "You don’t get to crash out like you’re the only victim here. And you definitely don’t get to talk about options like this isn’t real! Like I’m not standing here, actually trying to hold it together!"

His breathing is heavy, erratic. "I’m scared too." The words come out strangled, like he barely forces them out.

And that— that— is what makes you pause.

Because behind all his frustration, under the panic, there’s something else. Something… that shows he looks lost.

And for the first time since this started, you realize that maybe you’re not the only one who feels like their world just shattered.

But right now? Right now, you’re too angry to care.

"Yeah," you say bitterly. "Join the fucking club."

And then you leave him standing there, test still clenched in his fist, door slamming shut behind you.

—

This thing is weird. This whole thing is weird.

It had been a few days since the fight, if you could even call it that. During those days, he spent them at his friend’s dorm rather than your shared one so you’ve never had the opportunity to talk to him again.

So far, the only updates you’ve been getting about him was from your friends. Right now, the friend group was practically torn into two after you two decided to distance yourselves from each other.

And now?

Now Michael is gone. Not physically because he’s still on campus, still breathing the same air, but he may as well have disappeared off the face of the earth.

And you’re not sure if you want to see him anyway.

Because the last time you spoke, it ended with you storming out and him looking at you as if you were a stranger he just met.

“Have you talked to him?”

Emma’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. She’s watching you carefully, her fingers wrapping around her coffee cup as she brings it towards her face to take a sip.

You scoff. “What do you think?”

She sighs, expecting that answer. “He’s… not handling this well.”

Oh?

You almost laugh. He’s not handling this well? He’s the one who brought up the idea of getting rid of it. The one who distanced himself from you like you were something ruined. The one who—

You exhale slowly, letting yourself calm down. Your hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, nails starting to leave marks on the wood. “Neither am I.”

Emma looks away. “Yeah.”

Silence stretches between you two. It’s heavy and suffocating. You were expecting your friends to be a getaway from the feeling but it’s the same feeling anyway— you can’t escape it.

Because that’s the truth, isn’t it?

Neither of you are handling this well. Both of you are running in opposite directions, pretending you don’t hear the sound of something shattering between you. You two were like perpendicular lines, meeting once at a point and getting distant after it.

But sooner or later, one of you is going to have to pick up the pieces.

And you don’t know if you’re going to have to be the one to do it.

“So… what are you planning to do about uhm… this?” your lovely friend asks. You aren’t mad at her but you are kinda mad at everyone right now.

You stare down at your hands, fiddling with them as if that would help the situation.

What are you planning to do?

It’s the question that’s been looming in your head since that night. Since you stormed out. Since you realized Michael wasn’t ready for this and/or maybe he never would be.

But neither were you so not now.

Your throat tightens. But it’s not suffocating, only a bit maybe. “I don’t know,” you admit.

Emma stares at you for a while before nodding lightly. It’s almost like she understands, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. You don’t know if it was hesitation, or maybe pity. But it makes you feel small.

You exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding and leaned back on your chair. “Are you gonna tell me I should talk to him?”

She frowns. “Shouldn’t you?”

You scoff. “What’s the point? He made himself very clear.”

“That he’s scared?”

The words hit like a slap. Like a hard punch.

You clench your jaw this time. “That he doesn’t want this,” you correct, a lump starting to form in your throat.

Emma doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, she stirs her coffee by shaking the mug ever so softly, letting the liquid swirl. Then, quietly, she says, “I think he’s just scared of losing you.”

Your breath catches.

And for a moment, something inside you falters.

Losing you?

That night, all you saw was his frustration— his anger, his panic. But maybe, underneath all of that, was fear.

Fear of what this meant for both of you.

Fear of what it meant for him.

And maybe… fear of what it meant for you together.

You shake your head, trying to push away the annoying thoughts.

“Well, he has a very funny way of showing it,” you mutter, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets in an attempt to find warmth.

Emma only sighs, knowing that arguing with you is only going to make it worser than it already is.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the cafe’s soft hum filling the gaps of silence between you two.

In your mind, you think you should probably head back to the dorm soon… back to your mess, your thoughts, your unanswered questions.

But as you glance out the window, you freeze.

Michael is there.

Standing across the street, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, there is Michael. He looks like he's been standing there for a while.

Watching you.

Your stomach twists.

Emma follows your gaze and exhales. “Hmm, I guess it’s not just you who doesn’t know what to do.”

You swallow hard. Because suddenly, for the first time since this all started, you’re not sure if you want to run away.

Or if you’re finally ready to face him.

—

Michael’s POV

It’s been a few days and I’ve just been hiding away rather than owning up to our mistake. I don’t blame Y/N for being mad at all, bringing up the idea of abortion probably wasn’t the best idea.

I just needed some time away from everything, I’m sure she’d understand right?

She will. She will.

I try to convince myself.

I’m standing across the street from the cafe she’s in. It’s quiet, pretty much no one there besides her and Emma. It’s probably a good spot to talk.

Swallowing the lump of guilt in my throat, I took a step forward. And another. And another.

Now I’m here in front of her table.

—

Back to your POV

“Mind if I sit here?” Michael asks, hand already seated on the top of the chair back.

“Yes, of course.” Emma is quick to reply. “Anyways! I’ve got to get going now, my uhhh other friends are calling. See ya! Bye!”

You expected her to dip as soon as she found an opportunity to let you two talk and she not-so-gracefully did so.

She abruptly gets up from her chair and picks up her purse to dash out the front door of the cafe, leaving Michael and her bill with you. She sends you a quick wink on her way out, that you wished you missed.

Moving on, you finally get the courage to look at Michael.

“So… how are you?” you ask awkwardly, following it with a small laugh.

He shifts in his seat uncomfortably, eyes avoiding yours. “It’s… okay… I guess” he replies with his hand rubbing the back of his head as he tries to put on a smile.

It doesn’t mean anything. You felt as if you were back to the day you two first met. The day you two first met was in high school when he had just entered. You were assigned with the task of touring him around school, and you did so gladly. He was polite— as he usually was with new people.

From the first meeting, you knew you were meant to be. Even though it sounds cheesy, it was sweet.

But you digress.

The air was thick and unpleasant. Both of you sat there exchanging glances, waiting for the other to start talking.

…

“It’s uhmm… a nice day today,” Michael says all of a sudden. A little small talk wouldn’t hurt you figured, could be a way to warm the atmosphere.

Your head perks up at him and you respond, “Yep, quite nice today. Even though it’s been…”. You stop talking, letting him fill in the gaps in your speech.

“Raining? The rain just does that to people sometimes.” He continues. It wasn’t what you wanted to say at all.

“I— uhm… yeah,” you say, ultimately letting the conversation die again. You debate with yourself whether you should discuss the elephant in the room or let you two simmer in the awkwardness. Nevertheless, you wait for a few moments before opening your mouth. “So—”

“We have to—” he coincidentally says at the same time you started. “Y-you can go first.”

You let out an exhausted sigh (whether it was of relief or fear, you don’t know). “I-I-I… I aborted the baby…”

…

“What?” is the only thing he says in concern before he starts. “W-why would you do that?!?! I thought we were going to talk before doing anything!”

“W-what? You literally suggested it first!” You exclaim

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to do it!” He answers angrily.

—

“Y/N!!!!” A voice starts to fade in. “Come out!! It’s been a long time since you came out of that little cave of yours!”

“Hmm?” You sit up on your bed, still groggy. “What the hell?” You murmur to yourself as you start to get out of bed.

It was just a dream. That was one hell of a realistic dream—- hit a bit too close to home. Because you would’ve never done something like that without thinking. That was just a dream right?

Everything felt so real. From the way he talked to the way the surroundings moved. But that’s the thing about dreams, you really never know if it’s one.

You peeped through the peephole in your door to see who was outside; it was Nicole. She was another good friend of yours aside from Emma.

The soft click of the door was followed with an unexpected but kind of expected hug from her. She embraced you just like a good friend would, sending courses of warmth into your bloodstreams.

“It’s been a while. W-what brings you here?” You mutter sleepily.

She lets go of the hug and wraps her hand around your arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

You ushered her into the living room to let her sit down while you prepared a drink for her. “Hey, what would you like to drink? Coffee… tea? Anything?”

“Hmmm,” she hums as she taps her finger on her chin. “I’d like some coffee actually. Pure black, no milk or sugar.”

She was never one to drink black coffee, especially without any milk or sugar, so why so sudden? Has it been that long since you two last met?

Nonetheless, you still replied with your usual, “Alright,” before starting on her drink.

Once you finished, the coffee was placed on her side of the table and you sat down beside her on the couch.

“So… what did you come here for? To talk about what exactly?” You finally ask her, sparing no time to mess around.

“Hmm, it has come to my attention that you are… pregnant.” She starts.

Your body perks up once you hear the word “pregnant”.

How does she know? She lives in a completely different area, with a different time zone, with different norms, with different cultures… So how the hell does she know?

“H-how do you know…?” you ask.

“Heard it from someone. Anyways, is Michael here?” she asks, eyes scanning the room for any sign of him.

“No, we’re currently arguing about the… y’know…” your words drift. “He’s not here.”

“Mmm, whatever, I just wanted to tell you that I really really think you should abor- I mean shouldn’t go through with the baby. I wouldn’t want you experiencing teenage pregnancy.” she continues.

“I-I- Wait- First of all, who told you? Secondly, why? And last, I’m not a teenager.” you stutter a bit in your answer.

“Yes I know, but I do feel like you are way too young to be tying the knot and having a baby y’know?” She replies, voice laced with a sweet venom.

Her words hit you like a backhanded compliment. Like advice with an underlying meaning.

“I-I can take care of myse—” you try to say before she hovers her finger on your lips to signal for you to stop.

“Nonono, if you really do end up bounding yourself to Michael forever, just think about what might happen. You’re both young, you have so so so much time left in your life. You can’t spend it on a baby,” she interrupts you.

“Listen, I really do love Michael and you. A-and I appreciate you coming here b-but this might also be my chance to open a new chapter. Plus, I think this should be a Michael and me thing. This is not your problem Nicky,” you argue back.

Her facial expressions start to twist as she listens to you, then she opens her mouth to speak: “I understand that you two know each other for a while already but this feels way too much for something so feeble like this. Please listen to me too.”

“W-what are you saying?” you ask for reassurance.

“I’m saying… you shouldn’t do this. Especially not with Michael. How are you so sure he’s the right guy for you? And your baby?” she adds.

She seems way too adamant about her place on this. She’s pretty much convinced that getting rid of your baby and Michael is the best choice.

“You’ve already met Michael, it’s not like he’s a bad person or anything either.” you try to convince her otherwise.

“I’m suggesting what’s best for you Y/N. I’m your friend of how many years? To my knowledge, it’s way more than you’ve known Michael.” she returns, her hands placed atop yours… her finger slowly stroking yours in false comfort.

“I get what you’re trying to say but please let us figure it out. This Michael and I’s baby, not yours. This isn’t your responsibility as much as it is mine.” you say.

“Gosh darn it. You’ve always been stubborn like this. I’m TRYING to help you but it seems you still think I can’t give good advice.” she spits.

“Stubborn? Excuse me?” you scoff. “I’m not stubborn; you’ve just never given good advice. Everytime I do listen to you, everything bad that can happen happens.”

“That was because you did it wrong!” her voice starts to get louder.

“Wrong? I listened to your advice and followed it. Even if it wasn’t perfect, it shouldn’t have affected me as harshly as it did.” you say, almost on the verge of losing your mind.

It always felt like she had something against you, as if she was always trying to ruin your life in every way possible.

She sighs loudly and harshly before facing you again. “I just want to help you!”

“N-no no no! This is MY problem, please let me figure this out for myself. I don’t need another person barging in to dictate everything and make this way harder than it should be. Please just get out and leave me be.” You start to get tired of her bullshit. Sure she was your friend of a long time but you couldn’t deal with it.

She looks at you in a fake shock. “Woah calm down, do you have some kind of animosity towards me?”

“No no! Just leave. I’m not in the best state of mind right now.” You start to usher her into the front door of your apartment.

“We’ve been friends for years, you can’t do this Y/N.” she states.

Is she messing with you? Was she genuinely worried for you or does she want something else from you?

“My goodness, just go away!” you whisper-shouted following by slamming the door right in front of her.

She hits the door violently with the palm of her hand. “HEY! You can’t do this! C’mon, let’s just talk like how we used to!” she yells from the other side of the door.

You put your hands over your ears to subdue her voice, and it does help, temporarily.

—

You were walking down the roads on your way back to your place. Then, you spotted your group of friends from the distance. They were at the local cafe that you always used to go with them to.

They fortunately spotted you too and gestured for you to come to them.

Ring!

The bell rang when you entered past the threshold.

“Hey guys!” you greeted them cheerfully. That was before you spotted her. “And hey… Nicole.”

“Hey Y/N, Nicole’s here. She said she wanted to surprise us, and here she is.” Emma says.

“Come sit,” Cody, another friend of yours, invites. He taps the seat next to him.

Sighing, you take the seat. Then silence. None of you had anything to say, so none of you did.

Then, Nicole speaks up. “Soo… what are your guys' opinions on being parents?”

All of their heads turned to look at Nicole. Some in curiosity. Some in concern.

“What brought up that question?” Cody asks, raising up one eyebrow in suspicion.

Emma looked as if she’d seen a ghost. To your knowledge, only Emma, Nicole, Michael and some other friends knew about it. They, the whole friend group, knew something was up but you’ve only bothered to tell the three people.

“Are you pregnant, Nicole?” asked Emma. Nicole and Emma were close but not as close as you were with Emma.

Nicole’s back stiffened and she scoffed loudly, visibly taken aback by the question. “Excuse me? Not me but someone here.”

“Ohh sure.” Emma hums, disappointment present in her voice.

You half expected Nicole to straight up announce it to everyone, but fortunately for you though, she didn’t. Despite wanting to keep it private, you’d much prefer for someone else to break the news honestly.

They stared each other down, none of them breaking eye contact. The air started to get tense, thick with an intense feeling. It started to feel suffocating, choking.

Nicole forces a small smile. “I was just curious, y’know? I mean… we’re not getting any younger. Right?” she says, her tone is soft, but the way her eyes move to you is anything but.

Emma tilts her head slightly upon hearing her words. “Right but the thing is… you never cared about any of this stuff before.”

Nicole shrugs and responds with, “People change.”

You feel your stomach turn. Her words are too aggressive. She wants someone to say it for her, but no one does. Not yet.

“I honestly think being a parent sounds hard, especially for people who just reached adulthood like us.” Cody finally says, breaking the silence with a nervous laugh. “Like… why would we trap ourselves with children when we’ve just earned the freedom to live alone…”

“Or,” Emma cuts in, “it could be an accident which I’m sure you guys would understand right?”

Nicole snorts. “Right. But this is probably not a mistake. Kids aren’t mistakes.”

Your fists clench beneath the table. You don’t even notice the marks your nails put on your palms until Emma gently places her hand over yours.

“She’s not gonna say it,” Emma whispers close to your ear.

You whisper back, “Good. I don’t need her to.”

Nicole sits back, arms crossed, and eyes you with a smirk. “Anyway, just something to think about is the responsibility and commitment. Who’s really ready for that, right?”

You look up. This time, you meet her gaze firmly.

“Mistakes happen,” you say firmly. “Some of us just can’t run from it because it’s hard.”

Everyone goes quiet again. Cody awkwardly sips his coffee.

Emma nudges you. “You wanna get out of here?”

You nod. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

You stand up, and Emma’s already gathering her things. Nicole’s eyes follow you, her expression unreadable.

“Wait— Y/N,” Nicole says, hand reaching out for you.

“You okay?” Emma asks softly.

You exhale. “I will be.”

And just as you’re about to cross the street—

There’s a soft buzz from your phone in your pocket.

Michael [6:00 PM]: can we talk?

You stare at the screen.

Then look up at the sky. You can’t run away from it now.

—

You’re sitting down in the apartment now; Yes, the same apartment you share with him. This time, you guarantee you’re getting some sort of results.

Click.

The door is open.

“Michael…” you breathe. “Let’s talk.”

He finally turns around to look at you, finally not facing the door. “Right.”

You gesture at him to take a seat across from you at the dinner table and he does so. The atmosphere was very tense, very thick.

“I— I think we should keep it…” you start the conversation off, sparing no time messing around.

His eyes widen slightly and his jaw clenches. “I- uh- why exactly…?”

“It’s a sin according to religion if we get rid of it, plus, maybe this will actually… be good for us. Y’know… like learning responsibility and we’ve only got a few years left of college anyway.” you explain.

He lets out a sigh that you can tell he’s been holding in. “I-I’ll do anything you want. You’re the one holding it, I’ll support anything. If you want to keep it, let’s do it.”

And just like that, it was finished. Or was it?

Nicole [8:34 PM]: what the fuck is wrong with you?

#michael afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton x reader #michael afton fnaf #fivenightsatfreddys #fnaf x reader #afton x reader #michael x reader #no more after ts sorry

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lunajay33 · 6 months ago

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Fated

•🪵🦅🍂🤎•

Summary: You grew up being bestfriends with Sam and Dean as your mother would usually help hunt with their dad, but when you find yourselves at college together things change, especially when Dean takes him back hunting

Pairing: Sam Winchester x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

•Masterlist•

Ever since I was a kid I’ve had a die hard crush on Sam, whenever our parents would hunt together they’d leave the three of us in a motel room while they worked a case, it was hard not to fall for Sam he was always so kind and treated me like gold, then eventually we started going to college together both of us were outcasted by our families for doing so, we moved in together for support as we worked in our dreams

Along the way we both confessed

“Sam I know this is your place too but I don’t want you being girls home anymore”

“Why not? Are you jealous?”

“So what if I am, I can’t bare to see you with someone else Sam can’t you see how much I love you?”

And from then on we’ve been attached at the him, any chance he got his hands were placed on me lovingly, as I finished getting ready for bed I pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts, quickly going to our room and jumping in next to him as I cuddle up close

“I love you Angel” he whispered as he placed a kiss to my check squeezing me closer

“And I love you, now let’s get to bed I’ve been feeling groggy all day

He shut off the lamp and he curled around me till I was completely enveloped by him, hearing the sound of his heartbeat lull me to sleep

•

I woke abruptly at the sound of a crash from downstairs, Sam awake next to me hearing the same thing

We both got our weapons and slowly made our way downstairs, covering each other incase this wasn’t just a plan human invader

Out of nowhere Sam is tackled to the floor and I’m stood there frozen, having been out of the hunting game so long I was actually scared now, before I heard a familiar laugh

“Dean what the hell are you doing here?” Sam groaned as he got up and stood back next to me holding me to his chest obviously noticing my fear

“If you aren’t a sight for sore eyes, missed you around Angel” Dean smirked looking me up and down

“Dean come on”

“Fine, dads missing, he’s been gone for a while now and won’t answer any calls”

“I can’t Dean I’ve got a life here now, I’ve got school and y/n, I can’t just leave”

“She can come too” he said as if I wasn’t even here

“It’s not just dad, it’s your parents too, they went out together” I look up at Sam worried, even if they kicked us out they were still family

“Sam…….” I whisper as he squeezes my hips

“What about school Angel?”

“It’s study break we can spare the week” he sighed in agreement and nodded at Dean, we go upstairs and pack

“I don’t you going” he says

“But I can help it’s my parents too”

“I know but I don’t want to risk your life”

“But…….i don’t wanna be alone” I confessed my fears of being on my own since I’ve always had someone around especially knowing what lurks out there

“It’ll only be a week and I’ll be right back I promise” I knew I couldn’t convince him other wise

“Okay but……call me and please be safe Sam”

“Always am” he kissed me goodbye before him and Dean were gone, the familiar sound of the Chevy impala rumbling away

•

The week went by fast and I was so excited for him to come back, there was a weird feeling around our place and I couldn’t shake it

I pick up the phone and call hoping he’ll be on the other end saying he’s right around the corner

“Hello angel” his voice was higher than usual

“Hey everything okay? Are you coming back now?”

“About that ummm….we couldn’t find them but we got a lead we’re gonna follow it”

“But sam we’ve got school and I don’t feel right, I’m scared”

“What’s a little huntress like yourself got to be scared of” Dean chimed in

“I don’t know something doesn’t feel right, it’s been weird weather lately and I feel sick, I probably sound crazy” I felt like I was going insane

“You’re not crazy, remember last time you got the stomach flu you felt the same, maybe you just have to get some rest”

“Please don’t be gone much longer I love you Sam”

“I love you too”

•

He was gone a lot longer than we both thought, it’s been 4 months now and the calls got less frequent and I felt less important and soon after he left I found out the reason I was feeling sick was because I’m pregnant, I went to the doctors and they said I was about 2 months along, now I’m 6 months, and I’m a ball of stress I didn’t have the guts to tell him over the phone how could I when we barely talked and when we did it was quick just to check up before he had to go

I sat on the couch feeling like my life was flipped upside down so quick, why did Dean have to come back, sure he was great but he took the one thing I loved away, I hear a knock at the door breaking me from my thoughts

I got up my shirt too small as I only covered half my belly and my pajamas pant low on my hips, I walk over to the door and open it seeing Sam and Dean stood there with their father behind

“You’ve finally decided to come home” I sigh, of course I’m glad he’s okay but he left me for 4 months, I stepped aside as they all came in

They came in, Dean and John plopping down on the couch as Sam stood infront of me, his mouth hung open as he looked down at my round belly

“How…..when….why didn’t you tell me” he asked as his hands caressed my belly

“How could I we’ve barely talked and I can’t just spring that information on you over the phone”

“Sammy’s been having fun at college” Dean laughs then hearing John groan

“I told you I didn’t feel right” I say not being able to resist from running my hands through his hair as he pulls me into a tight hold

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve stayed, I can’t believe we’re having a baby”

“A baby girl” I whisper as I hear him gasp pulling back to look at me

“A girl…..a little girl” his voice shock and it warmed my heart

“Congrats Sammy” Dean smiled as he came over slapping him on the shoulder encouragingly, I’m sure John would come around he was just a grump

“Next time I’m coming with you, I’ll be damned if your leaving me and our baby girl”

“I wouldn’t dream of it”

#supernatural imagine #supernatural one shot #supernatural #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester oneshot #Sam Winchester x pregnant reader #john winchester fluff

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midn1ghtsworld · 9 months ago

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Tangled Sheets and Broken Rules

(Liz x G!P Yujin)

Liz and Yujin had been inseparable friends for many years. They first met in college and instantly connected, forming a deep bond that only grew stronger over time. Liz, with her gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyes, and toned physique, was a true beauty, while Yujin exuded confidence and charm with her sun-kissed skin and adoring expression. They spent countless evenings studying together, hitting the town, and supporting each other through life’s highs and lows.

As time went on, their connection deepened into a passionate romance of sorts. They started engaging in intimate activities—making out, touching, and pleasuring each other. However, they both understood the unspoken agreement—no further escalation. It was more playful, exploratory fun between friends than a real relationship. At least, that’s how they framed it for themselves.

But in recent months, something had started shifting. Liz could feel it in the way Yujin looked at her—the longing in those dark eyes, the way her touch lingered just a little too long. And Yujin sensed it too—the flutter in her stomach whenever Liz was near, the fantasies that ran through her head late at night. Feelings were building, but neither wanted to be the first to voice them and risk their special bond.

It all came to a head on one fateful evening. Liz invited Yujin over to her flat for a quiet night in. They ordered pizza, cracked open a bottle of wine, and settled in for a movie. But Liz was hyperaware of Yujin’s presence beside her on the couch, her subtle scent, the heat of her body. She squirmed a bit and tried to focus on the film.

Yujin was also distracted, her eyes sneaking glances at Liz, drinking in her lovely features, aching to touch her. Her hand crept over to rest on Liz’s thigh, fingers lightly tracing circles on the smooth skin. “Stop it,” Liz muttered while removing the hands of Yujin that currently on her tummy. “What do you mean?” Yujin’s touch grew bolder, her hand slipping under the hem of Liz’s short skirt. She cupped the curve of her ass, giving a possessive squeeze. Unable to hold back a whimper, Liz squirmed. “Yujin, focus. The movie…”

Suddenly, Liz had had enough. “Fuck this,” she muttered, stopping the DVD. In one swift motion, she straddled Yujin’s lap and crashed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Yujin immediately responded, hands flying to grab handfuls of Liz’s ass. They kissed until they were both breathless, until Liz’s head spun with it. She broke away, panting. Yujin smirked at her, pupils blown with lust.

“Can’t resist me, can you?” the smirked. “Shut up,” Liz growled, and kissed her again, biting at her lower lip. Yujin groaned and grabbed a handful of Liz’s breast, kneading the soft flesh. Liz gasped and arched into her touch. “Fuck, Yujin…”

“I knew you wanted me,” Yujin purred, tweaking Liz’s nipple through her shirt. “I can feel how wet you are already.”

“Argh, you’re such a cocky pervert,” Liz panted, but she was grinding herself against Yujin’s hand, seeking more pressure. “We shouldn’t… I mean… ah!” Yujin was rubbing tight circles over Liz’s clit through her panties. Pleasure jolted through her, making her hips stutter. “God, I need you,” she whimpered.

Sweeping the coffee table clear, Yujin laid Liz down on it. She shimmied down the other woman’s skirt and panties, baring her glistening sex to the cool air. Liz’s thighs fell open in wanton invitation. Yujin licked her lips.

“You look so fucking hot, spread out for me like this,” she said, her voice rough with desire. “I’m going to eat this perfect pussy until you scream.” Liz only whined in response, too far gone to form words. Yujin didn’t make her wait. She sealed her mouth over Liz’s aching clit and sucked hard.

Liz nearly jumped off the table. “Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” Yujin didn’t stop. She tongued Liz’s clit, then thrust two fingers deep into her clutching cunt. Liz clenched around them, her hips rolling shamelessly. Yujin pumped them harder, curling to hit that secret spot that made stars explode behind Liz’s eyelids.

She was close, so close. Yujin could taste it on her tongue. She worked Liz ruthlessly, wringing out every drop of pleasure. She wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her own name. “I-I’m c-cummi.. Fuuuuck!!” Liz came with a hoarse cry, her pussy spasming violently around Yujin’s fingers. Her whole body quaked with it, ecstasy crashing through her veins. Yujin gentled her through it, lapping at her oversensitized flesh until she shuddered and stilled.

Liz hauled Yujin up for a sloppy kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s my turn to taste you now,” she murmured, pushing at Yujin’s shoulders until she rolled onto her back. Liz made quick work of Yujin’s fly, shoving her pants and boxers down and letting her thick erection spring free.

“Ohhh, look at you,” Liz purred appreciatively, wrapping a hand around Yujin’s straining cock. “So big and hard for me already.” She gave Yujin a few slow pumps, making her hips jerk and a bead of precum leak from the tip. “I’m going to suck you so good, baby. Gonna swallow every drop.”

With that filthy promise, Liz bent down and swallowed Yujin’s cock to the root. Yujin shouted, fisting the sheets by her head as Liz’s hot mouth engulfed her. “Holy shit, Liz!” Yujin gasped, head thrashing on the pillow. “Your mouth…fuck!”

Liz hummed around her, tongue swirling and sucking as she bobbed up and down Yujin’s throbbing shaft. One hand cupped and massaged her heavy balls while the other hand crept down to rub at her taint.

Yujin was losing her mind, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. Liz’s talented tongue was working magic on her cock. She could feel herself rapidly approaching the edge. “Liz, I’m gonna cum,” she warned, trying to tug her friend off.

But Liz just took her deeper, swallowing around her length. The added pressure was too much. With a broken moan, Yujin came hard, spilling her release down Liz’s eager throat. Her friend gulped it all down like the thirsty girl she was.

Yujin slumped back against the couch, panting hard and looking utterly debauched. “Jesus Liz,” she managed to get out once she’d regained some semblance of control. “That was…god that was amazing.”

Liz crawled back up to straddle Yujin’s lap, both of them knowing the night was far from over. “Mmm, you taste so good,” Liz purred, leaning in to capture Yujin’s lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on Liz’s tongue.

Yujin groaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up to grab Liz’s hips and pull her down. She could already feel herself starting to harden again. Liz rocked down against her, coating Yujin’s cock in her wetness. They both groaned at the feeling, the night’s activities so far having left Liz sopping.

Feeling bold, Yujin lined herself up with Liz’s entrance. “Can we…” she breathed against Liz’s lips, already starting to push inside.

“No, Yujin. You know we c-can’t,” Liz gasped out, stalling her with a hand on Yujin’s chest. "Let's just settle for this right now."

Yujin nodded, understanding. She knew they’d never done anything more than mutual masturbation and oral before. This was new territory for both of them.

They started to move together then, Yujin’s cock sliding along Liz’s pussy, getting coated in her slick arousal. They both moaned at the intensity of it, every drag of Yujin’s shaft against Liz’s sensitive flesh sending sparks through them.

Lost in the pleasure of it, Yujin was moving faster before she knew it, plunging deeper with each thrust. “F-fuck,” Liz gasped out, hanging on for dear life as Yujin pounded into her. One particularly deep thrust had Yujin sliding home, her cock sinking into Liz’s tight heat. “AHHH!! F-FUCK.. YUJIN.. YUJIN.. FUCK!!” Liz is starting to lose control as she moaned uncontrollably

They both cried out at the sudden fullness of it, Yujin’s eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the vice-like grip of Liz’s pussy. She tried to pull out, but Liz’s legs snapped around her hips, holding her in place.

“N-No…don’t fucking stop,” Liz panted out. “It’s okay…you feel so good…keep going…please.”

Yujin swallowed hard, her cock throbbing inside Liz. She didn’t need to be told twice. She started thrusting then, hard and deep, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room along with their moans.

She yanked Liz up and put her feet on the floor, spreading her thighs wider, allowing herself to plunge even deeper. “W-wai… FUCK!! Oh god.. you feel so f-fucking good. You’re so deep inside me. FUCK!” Liz cried out, her nails raking down Yujin’s back as she held on tight. They were moving so fast now, fucking with an intensity they’d never reached before.

Liz threw her head back, screaming out her pleasure as she came harder than she ever had before, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Yujin’s cock. Yujin groaned, feeling it and knowing she was seconds behind. She kept pounding into Liz though, determined to wring every bit of pleasure out of her.

“Fuck Yujin…Yujin…Yujin,” Liz chanted, her voice going high and breathy as she kept coming. Her legs started to shake and Yujin could feel her own climax rushing towards her.

At the last second, Liz’s legs clamped down around her hips, holding Yujin in place as she started coming with a roar. Yujin’s cock jerked and twitched inside Liz as she spilled deep, her mind going blissfully blank at the intensity of it.

They collapsed together on the bed, completely spent and panting. Yujin rolled to the side, slipping out of Liz with a hiss at the sudden emptiness of it. She pulled Liz into her arms, both of them exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

They lay there for long moments, just basking in the afterglow. Finally, Liz spoke up, her voice muffled against Yujin’s chest. “Y-Yujin,” she breathed out. Could this be the moment? Wasn’t it the right time to address the feelings they both had been avoiding?

But as Liz contemplated her words, an unsettling fear crept in. What if they spoke their truths? What if it shattered the fragile dynamic they had so carefully maintained? The thought of awkwardness between them made her tummy knot in anxiety, and she instinctively brushed it off. With a soft sigh, she shifted her weight, intending to get up and leave the room. Maybe if they ignored it, it would go away.

However, Yujin had other plans. With a swift motion, she grabbed Liz’s wrist, pulling her back down so Liz was perched once more on Yujin’s lap. Liz looked startled, but there was a softness in Yujin’s gaze, an intensity that made her heart race.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yujin asked, her voice a low murmur, eyes locked onto Liz’s. She caressed Liz’s cheeks tenderly, her thumb brushing over her skin, grounding Liz in the moment.

“I—” Liz stammered, her earlier bravado dissolving. The warmth of Yujin’s gaze pierced through her defenses.

In that moment, without hesitation, Yujin leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t a kiss borne of lust; it was a kiss that spoke of vulnerability, of love that had simmered for far too long under the surface. Liz melted into it, every nerve ending alive.

When Yujin pulled away, her eyes held a depth Liz had never seen before. “I love you, Liz.” The confession fell from Yujin’s lips, each word ringing true, echoing in the small space between them.

Time seemed to pause. Liz’s breath caught in her throat, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. She had hoped for this, longed for it, but hearing it made her heart ache and swell all at once.

“I love you too,” Liz finally breathed out, her voice shaky, but resolute. The confession dawned like the first morning light breaking through shadows, illuminating everything between them.

They kissed for a long time after that, pouring all their pent up feelings into it. But as they finally broke apart, both smiling dopily, Yujin had to ask. “So…does this mean we can stop dancing around each other now? Maybe just admit we’re girlfriend and girlfriend?”

Liz laughed, playfully smacking Yujin’s chest. “You’re such a dork sometimes.” But she capitulated easily, pulling Yujin in for another heated kiss. “Yes, you big sap. You’re my girlfriend now.”

Yujin grinned against Liz’s lips, her heart feeling full to bursting. “Best thing I’ve ever heard,” she rumbled happily.

They shared another gentle kiss before Yujin’s gaze turned heated. “You know, I’m not done with you tonight,” she said with a wink. Liz could feel Yujin starting to harden again inside her. “Round two?”

“I’m always up for round two with you,” Liz replied with a grin. She loved competitive Yujin.

“Good,” Yujin purred, voice low and seductive. “Because I plan to make you scream my name all night long.” Her hips flexed, driving her re-hardened length deeper inside Liz.

Liz gasped, clenching around Yujin. She was more than ready for whatever Yujin had in store. Their night of lovemaking had only just begun.

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Guns for Hire

Chapter Three of Under Pressure: A Thunderbolts Fic

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Warnings: Canon typical violence, gun violence, crude language, mentions of character death, mentions of trauma, child enslavement, and abuse, SPOILERS for THUNDERBOLTS, Walker is a bit of a dick, angst with little comfort. (Let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note: I watched Thunderbolts for the second time today. I really love that movie. If you're looking for a sign to watch it again, here it is. Anyway, I went back and added/changed a few things pertaining to the Reader and her powers. Feel free to go back and read the chapter if you'd like. Without further ado, please enjoy this chapter. (Also sort of proofread, I was too excited to wait)

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Everything hurt. You were sweating a storm in your suit, despite its attempts at ventilating. For the first time in a while, you cursed the suit you wore. Why did metal have to be this hot? Groaning, you moved your feet in time with Walker’s directions.

“Right. Left. Right. Left.” It went on and on as you all trekked up the wall, backs pressed together, your sweat intermingling. By now, you’d imagine you were practically sharing DNA with all of them with how much everyone brushed against each other, gripping tightly by your arms. It was one hell of a team bonding exercise, if you could even say you were a team.

You were squished between Ava and Bob. Yelena resided on the other side of him, and Walker was pressed between her and Ava. Right and left, you stepped until you fell into a rhythm. By the time you got out of this elevator shaft, you were sure you’d still be stepping to the pace Walker set.

“Ugh!” Ava groaned, adjusting her position beside you, nearly making you slip. You sent her a glare, which she missed. “Which one of you is wet?” She flipped her head as far back as she could to eye everyone in the group.

Beside you, Bob clenched his shoulders behind him, taking a sharp inhale of breath. “I run hot,” he labouredly said, “I’m sorry.”

“Someone has a weird, hard ass,” Yelena grumbled. You felt her lift her hips up slightly from behind you.

“That’s not my ass, it’s my suit,” Ava hissed. Yelena groaned. “Oh, excuse me for the inconvenience. I mean,” Ava’s voice grew louder, echoing off the walls. “I only spent my entire life in it. Hooked up to machines so I could create this physical cage to keep my body from disintegrating at all times. So yeah, I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah?” Yelena grunted. “You don’t want to start the whole sob story game, cause–” She flicked her fingers to point to herself. Not that anyone could see the gesture. “I win.” Ava scoffed. “Enslaved, child assassin over here.”

“Well, you were just a kid, so…” Walker trailed off. Yelena’s eyes narrowed at him. He was lucky he was a vital part in them not crashing to their deaths below.

“Oh, so that’s a good thing?” Yelena questioned?

“Look! We get it, we’ve all got sob stories,” you scoffed.

Walker peered over his shoulder at you. “Oh yeah? As if you have a sob story, Ms.daughter-of-THE-Tony-Stark,” Walker leered. “I bet your life was perf–”

“Well, I’ll have you know–” You heaved, “I spent the majority of my life locked in a government facility. By the time the Avengers found me, I had never seen the sky, felt rain, hell, I could hardly speak besides answers to commands that were repeatedly given to me. How’s that for a sob story?”

The elevator shaft grew quiet for a moment besides the shuffling of your feet against the walls. You felt Bob turn his gaze to look at you. His eyes burned a laser of pity right through you. Still, you refused to look at him, instead choosing to study your feet.

“I’d say we’re pretty even, Stark,” Yelena noted.

“Thanks, Yelena,” You sarcastically muttered, “I feel so much better.” Sighing, you peered up at the elevator shaft above you. “How bout we focus on getting out of here, rather than having the equivalent of a 'whose’ dick is bigger” but with trauma contest?”

Again, a wave of silence fell upon the group as you all collectively paused to catch your breaths, shoving down threats and complaints down your throats.

Clearing his throat, Bob turned his head to you. This time, you met his gaze. “Sounds like a great plan.” Murmurs of agreement from the others followed.

You chuckled, adjusting your grip on both Bob’s and Ava’s arms. “Thanks, Bob.”

After a moment, Walker continued his mantra of rights and lefts. Together, you all continued climbing up the wall. Grunts, moans, and pants filled the air as you rose higher and higher up the elevator shaft. Occasionally, each of you would peer up only to see a seemingly never-ending darkness. You could tell who looked up by the sighs of defeat that escaped their mouths. Instead, you either looked forward at the wall of the shaft or down. Once it had felt like hours of climbing, a trembling erupted from your thighs, cascading down to your calves and ankles.

You took in a shaking breath, not sure how much longer you could hold the position. “Anyone got eyes on a door?” You asked, clenching your eyes tight to fight off the shakes.

“This is crazy,” Ava complained. “I can’t even see the floor or a door.”

“Can we not talk about how high we are?” Bob pleaded. “I’m not great with heights.” Briefly, his eyes darted down below before yanking back up. Shutting his eyes tightly, you felt Bob tremble beside you. Great, now two of you were about ready to fall.

“Hey,” Walker hopefully exclaimed. “I think I see the door.” You all collectively paused, peering over your shoulders to spot where Walker was talking about. Lo and behold, there was the door. Relief flowed through your body.

“Ah, okay.” Yelena huffed. “Now what?” The question was meant mainly for Bob, but was open to anyone who had an idea.

“Erm, I guess,” Ava began. “One of us should go first.”

Yelena shook her head. “Then the other four immediately fall down.”

Dropping your head back, you muttered a string of curses to yourself.

“You good there?” Bob asked you.

You tensely nodded. “Just trying to lighten the mood with profanities.”

“Genius plan, Bobby,” Walker growled.

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t really think this far ahead,” Bob apologized to you all, lowering his head so his chin hit his chest. “Always making things worse,” Bob muttered under his breath.

“Shut up, Walker, we wouldn’t have gotten this far up without Bob’s idea,” you defended. Bob’s head whipped around at your defense. “We just need a little time to think and come up with a plan.” Your words were spoken more to assure yourself than the others.

Beside you, Ava’s grip on the wall slipped slightly. You felt her tense beside you, pushing hard into your backs. “These bloody boots. I don’t think we have much time,” Ava explained. “I can’t hold on much longer.” At her confession, your heart began to beat faster as the stress of the situation began to sink deeper and deeper underneath your skin.

“Yelena,” Walker called out. “Hand me your baton. I can reach it.”

“What?!” Yelena panted. “No way, you’re just going to leave us.” You could feel Walker rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Okay, how about this?” Yelena suggested. “We spin around, and I latch us on.”

Beside you, Bob tilted his head upwards. His eyes opened slightly before blinking, as his nose began to scrunch and release, like an accordion. You cocked your head to the side with a look of concern on your face.

“You good, Bob?” You asked him while Walker shot down Yelena’s idea.

“Yeah, just–” Bob muttered, harshly shaking his head. You frowned, not believing him.

“I’m not spinning us around. Someone’s gotta–”

“Cucumber! Cucumber! Cucumber!” Bob shouted over the debate of how to escape the shaft.

Collectively, your eyes all widened. “What the hell is happening?” Yelena questioned. Her voice quaked with confusion as she peered over at Bob.

“Growing up, someone told me that you could stop a sneeze if you confused your brain,” Bob hurriedly explained, still shaking his head and scrunching his nose to fight off the sneeze. “I always yell cucumber.” To you, it seemed “cucumber” wasn’t working as you watched Bob struggle with the oncoming sneeze.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like cucumber is working anymore,” You told him.

“I have a hard time thinking of anything else, “Bob admitted. After a pause, he continued. “I have to sneeze. But if I sneeze, you know, then I’m going to lose control.”

An increase of pressure trickled down your spine. Not only were your legs trembling, threatening to release due to exhaustion, but Ava’s boots were slipping, and now Bob needed to sneeze.

“This is insane,” Walker growled. “Okay? I can get us all out of here. I just let me go first. Give me the baton, Yelena.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Ava shuddered, her boots slipping further down the wall. “There’s got to be another way. “Any other ideas?”

“Oh no.” Bob’s voice cut through the air. Lifting his head up to try and shake off the sneeze, he felt you and Yelena tense beside him. Like a wave making its way through a sport-drunk crowd, panic passed around to each of you.

“Cucumber! Cucumber!” Ava and Yelena began to yell.

“Aardvark!” You shouted alongside them, earning a weird look from Ava. “What? We need to confuse his brain!”

“Cucumber! Aardvark! Bubbles!” Yelena, you, and Ava began to yell random words from the top of your lungs, all while Bob stuck to his known phrase.

As you all shouted over each other, trying to confuse Bob’s mind, Walker flipped himself around, reaching for Yelena’s baton. Once in his grasp, he pushed off his feet using your backs as leverage and hoisted himself up, hooking the baton on the door. One by one, your grip on Bob’s and Ava’s arms faltered. You yelped as you tumbled out of their grasp. Ava was quick on her reaction, pulling out her weapons to dig into the wall, stopping her fall. Meanwhile, Yelena spun around, one arm shooting her wire to latch onto Walker, the other onto Bob, who continued to fall down. In your panic, you activated your jets, stopping your descent to hover just below Bob.

“You had jets this whole time?” Yelena rasped, with a look of betrayal and disbelief in her eyes.

“You’re telling me that we didn't have to go through that whole ordeal in the first place?” Ava criticized you.

You sheepishly looked away. “Look, I didn’t know if I had enough fuel to get us all up–”

“You could have dropped down a rope,” Walker harshly added.

You felt your cheeks grow red from embarrassment. “I guess I could ha–” Suddenly, your jet faltered, causing you to fall, before sputtering back on. “See? Not enough fuel.” They sputtered again. You let out another yelp. In a panic, you clawed upwards for anything to grasp onto. Your fingers clasped over Bob’s forearm. Bob’s finger coiled around your forearm, holding tightly.

“I’ve got you–” Bob started before the tell of a sneeze formed again. Hurriedly, you tugged on his arm to lift yourself up higher. Your free hand reached around to hug his waist. Just as you secured your hold, Bob sneezed. His head was knocking against your thigh.

“Sorry,” Bob apologized, as he rubbed the side of his temple.

“You’re fine,” you sighed a breath of relief as you squeezed Bob tighter. Glancing down at him, you winced at the position you had placed both of you in. Bob was hanging upside down, his head and shoulder resting between your legs as his arms held a mirrored position: wrapping around your waist. Meanwhile, your head hung between his legs, dangerously close to his inner thighs. “Sorry about…” You trailed off, burying your face into one of his legs, before realizing your mistake. Quickly, with a face as bright as a cherry, you pulled away, causing you two to swing slightly off Yelena’s wire. “Sorry,” you tensed. Bob just nodded, his throat too dry and ears too pink to say anything.

“God it’s like watching a horribly executed porno,” Walker complained, as he began to hoist himself up just enough to begin prying the door open. You and Bob simultaneously blushed harder.

“Are you two okay?” Yelena asked. Her arm tingled from the additional weight of you on Bob.

“...Yeah…,” You sheepishly mumbled.

“Will you be able to hold on long enough?” Yelena wondered. Before you could answer, you felt Bob’s grip around you tighten around your waist. You appreciated the extra security it gave you, but it brought Bob closer to you, which was a different problem all in itself.

“Stark?” Yelena called out. You gulped, not realizing how long you had been quiet. You peeked up at her, nodding before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let go,” Bob reassured you. You muttered a quick thank you back, barely loud enough for Bob to hear.

With a final grunt, Walker managed to pry open the elevator door, pushing himself up and out. He extended a hand to Ava, pulling her up and out of the shaft. Quickly, Ava ran to retrieve anything that resembled a rope, settling on an emergency hose for fires. Rolling it out, she and Walker tossed it down. Yelena grabbed it, maneuvering the bottom to be within your reach. You grabbed on tightly, Bob still latching onto you.

“Bob,” Yelena addressed.

Lifting his head, you saw that it was bright red from all the blood pooling. “Yeah?” he croaked, sounding dazed.

“I need you to grab onto the rope, so I can retract my wires and climb out of here,” Yelena explained.

“Oh, uh, yeah, grab the rope,” Bob muttered, slowly removing his arms from you to grab the rope. Once Yelena retracted the wire, Bob’s body flung down.

“AH-woah,” Bob cried out as the force of the fall made his grip slip. Instinctively, you reached down, clutching the collar of his pajamas like one would pick up a cat. Now it was your turn to hold onto him.

“You good?” You called out to him. He hummed. His eyes were clenched tightly as his head aggressively nodded. You could see the tremors of fear erupting from his shoulders.

“Just don’t look down.” You said, trying to soothe his fear of heights. “Uhm, think of…” you trailed off, “happy thought…?”

“Happy thoughts,” Bob repeated, still clenching his eyes tightly. “Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, ha-happy thoughts.”

“Jesus,” Walker groaned. “What is with you and repeating shit?”

You glared up at Walker. “Not helping, Walker,” you hissed. Looking back down at Bob, you lowered your voice and summoned as much gentleness as you could summon, hanging onto the hose. “You’ve got this, Bob. Just start climbing.”

Cracking his eyes open, he peered up at you. “R-right.”

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Finally reaching the ledge of the floor, Walker grasped your shoulders, hoisting you up like you weighed nothing. “Thanks,” you quietly muttered, earning a nod from Walker.

“Finally, someone who’s grateful,” Walker enunciated, glancing over at Ava and Yelena.

“Asshole,” Ava cursed under her breath.

Walker scoffed, extending an arm towards Bob to help him up. “I made a tactical decision to secure my own safety and then ensure all of yours. You’re all pretty ungrateful if you’d ask me, but you’ll make it, right, Bobby?” Throwing his elbow over the ledge, a disgruntled Bob took Walker’s hand. “Looks like you might have missed a leg, check, and arm day, huh?” Walker jeered, helping Bob stand before suddenly going still. His eyes grew unfocused.

“Walker? “ Yelena called out. Whatever trance Walker was in stopped. “What the hell are you doing?”

For a moment, Walker’s face faltered. “I'm good…” Stepping forward, you all peeked around the corner where the entrance to the bunker lay. You frowned at the bright light that filtered through. It couldn’t have been the day. Blinking, your eyes adjusted to reveal multiple lights. From cars, trucks, tanks, and small flashlights atop helmets and weapons.

“Fuck,” You whispered under your breath. Turning away from the corner, you clicked the side of your earpiece. The static noise had faded. “FRIDAY?” You breathed. Silence filled the air as you awaited her response. Meanwhile, Yelena and Walker were fighting over who’d be in charge and what plan they should go with.

“Yes, Ms. Stark?”

A smile appeared on your face. “Thank god,” you whispered. Eyeing the rest of the group, your eyes fell on Bob, who stared at you with a quizzical look. Upon noticing you caught his stare, he blinked, tearing his eyes away. “FRIDAY, can you send Bucky a live location and status update. Tell him, I got the evidence.” You observed the group. While the photos on your phone were great, these people were the true evidence. They could talk and testify against Valentina, so long as you all got out unscathed. You’d imagine that, on top of impeachment, you could add attempted murder to the charges to keep her locked away far from any strings of power.

“Why should you be in charge?” Ava cocked her head at Walker, placing her hands on her hips.

“You almost got us all killed back there.”

“Well, let's see,” Walker explained, mirroring Ava’s stance. “I've been in the trenches of every war-torn country on this planet, rescued God knows how many hostages, and shook the hands of two U.S. Presidents. What else?”

“Oh god,” Yelena rasped, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“High school state football champions. Back to back to back,” Walker continued, “Go Bears!”

“Oh, wow,” Yelena sarcastically said. “When I was five, I was on a Little League soccer team called West Chesapeake Valley Thunderbolts, sponsored by Shane's Tire Shop. We didn't win a single game the entire time. This girl, Mindy, made a poo on the field. Anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell me?”

“I grew up in a lab prison,” Ava added.

“Meth-addicted sign twirling chicken,” Bob mentioned. “Summer job.”

“Stark?” Yelena asked, turning to you. “Got anything to add?”

“Uh,” you pondered your past. “Had an uncle who liked hanging out in the vents and another who pretty much had three boxes of Poptarts a day.”

“Right.” Yelena scrunched her nose in confusion. Shaking it off, a look of certainty appeared on her face. “ Well, here's the plan. We set off an explosion to bring them in–”

“I don't know,” Walker cut Yelena off. “Too many variables with an explosion.”

Sending Walker a glare to shut him up, Yelena continued. “They turn on their night vision.” She pointed to Walker. “You handle the first wave. On my signal, Stark will redirect power into the lights, but you’ve got to wait for Stark after she blinds the remaining troops. I’ll wait once the lights are on to help you take the rest of them out.”

“Everyone's gonna wait for you?” Walker mused.

“It'll only work if you wait.”

Walker shook his head. “It's a terrible plan.”

“Ava, find us an escape vehicle–” Yelena began, but Ava had already phased away, leaving you all behind.

Popping up behind Yelena, Bob flashed a quick smile. “What about me?”

Yelena paused, looking over Bob. “You..you go with Stark. Stay behind her, Bob. She’ll keep you safe.”

“-But I can–,” Bob tried to interject, but Yelena and Walker had already moved on, initiating the plan.

Pulling on his sleeve, you led Bob down the maze of hallways. Following the thrum of the power source. “Maybe I should have a gun?” Bob suggested.

“Do you know how to use one?” You asked, sharply turning the corner to where all the energy flowed from. The electrical room hummed as tiny lights blinked in and out, a sign of life and light. You frowned at all the switches. Luckily, you didn’t need to figure them all out, thanks to your abilities.

“No, but we're going to need a fight, right?” Bob argued.

Stopping, you turned around to face him, watching as he knocked into you. You raised your hands to brace him, stopping just inches away from his chest. Freezing, you pulled your hands away, stepping back. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but…” You watched as his eyes fell at your words. The sadness in those dark blue eyes made your chest tighten. “I'll fight, but–”

“The medical trial was supposed to make me better,” Bob persisted. “I don't know. I feel like maybe I could help.” His eyes widened to plead with you. Internally, you groaned. Goddamn puppy eyes.

“But,” you emphasized, “If I need help, I guess you can help. How’s that sound?”

Bob nodded. “O-okay. Yeah, I’ll help.”

You smiled at him as he beamed down at you, fiddling with his fingers. “Thanks. I trust you.”

Startled by your words, Bob raised his brows at you. “You trust…me?”

Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed throughout the halls. The lights flickered out of power, making everything dark except the backup power residing in the electrical units. You faintly made out the uncertainty in Bob’s face as if he didn’t even trust himself. “You got us up that elevator. Sang to me so I could focus, of course, I trust you.” Turning away, you removed your gloves, placing your hands on the units to redirect the energy.

A silence fell over you two. As you lured the whisps of energy towards where they needed to go, Bob couldn’t help but soften his gaze. His eyes trailed over your hands as the strings of light filled the space under your skin, lighting it up as it traveled up your hair escaping at the neds. In the peace of the quiet as you worked, Bob couldn’t help the words that slipped out of his mouth next. “I've always had these episodes ever since I was a kid.” Bob watched as you tilted your head to let him know you were listening. He swallowed down his nerves before continuing. “There's a high and then there's a low, and then my memory just goes blank. But this time I feel like there's something bad that happened, or I did something bad.”

“I mean, everyone does bad things in their life. Things we all regret. I’ve–” your voice grew soft as you tried to focus on both your words and the energy flow. “I’ve done bad things too.” You could hear the small intake of air that entered Bob’s lungs at your confession. “After we lost to Than– Shit.” Your eyes flickered open. “No. Come on. Please–”

“Wha–what’s wrong?” Bob questioned, worry growing on his face.

In your frustration, you kicked the electrical units. “Stupid…the wires are fried, even with the backup energy, I can’t turn on the lights. Walker was right.”

“But you have to turn it back on,” Bob said, reciting the plan. “I mean, we’re supposed to blind the guys.”

“Yeah, I know, Bob.”

“That was the plan.”

“You're not helping, Bob,” you uttered, exiting the electrical room. You had to tell the others, or at least help them. The two of you navigated the dark hallways. You led, and Bob trailed behind. His steps are uncertain compared to your purposeful ones. Suddenly, bangs and grunts were heard down the hall. You froze, stopping Bob. Once the sounds died down, you motioned for Bob to follow. Turning a new corner, you nearly tripped over the pile of unconscious soldiers.

“Where are they?” Bob asked. Before you could answer, a red laser lit up the hall. You grabbed Bob’s shirt, pulling him behind the corner. Ducking down, you quickly snatched a gun from a nearby soldier.

Cling. Clang.

You watched as the soldiers chucked tear gas at you and Bob. Quickly, you pulled off the gas masks from the closest men. One for you and Bob. Chucking it to him, you pulled yours on.

“I can help,” Bob mumbled through the gas.

You shook your head, checking your gun. “Stay. If I need help–” Shot began to fire. You ducked down and rolled to the opposite corner. Bracing yourself, you aimed and fired, shooting a soldier. Two more appeared where the other one fell. You charged them, shooting your gun again until you were close enough to swing at their helmets, touching their night vision goggles, and using their energy to shock them unconscious. Another shot rang out, narrowly missing your head. Before you could counterattack, the soldier fell. Turning around, you saw Bob holding a rifle from a fallen soldier.

“That was incredible,” Bob stated, dropping the gun to his side.

“Thanks.” You blushed at the compliment, thankful for the darkness. “Not so bad yourself for having not used a gun before.” A shuffle of movement appeared behind you. Whirling around, you and Bob both began to shoot at it.

Commands of stop filled the air as your bullets ricocheted off a…shield? Both you and Bob quickly stopped firing.

“It’s us!” John and Yelena yelled.

“Where were you?” You snapped, lowering your now-empty gun.

“Where were you?” Walker hissed. “What happened to the lights?”

“The explosion fried the wires.” You explained. “I couldn’t redirect the energy.”

“God, what use are you then?” Walker groaned. He glanced at Yelena. “I told you. Too many variables. I knew it.”

“And then you didn't wait,” Yelena accused.

“I did wait,” Walker retaliated. “And then…” Suddenly, Walker paused. “We’ve probably got about 60 seconds until they send another squad in.”

“Then let’s make sure we get out of here by then,” you said.

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As far as plans were going, you guys were on fire. Lugging Bob over your shoulders, you and Walker dragged him along. Bob did his best to act injured while Yelena tagged behind, guarding the rear. Despite the complaints, Bob held to being a limp body; you all had made it past the initial wall of soldiers. Valentina and her assistant, Mel, stood behind them watching the entrance with a worried anticipation. God, you wanted to kill that woman, but you knew you had found people you could trust, and the evidence in your pocket would suffice. You didn’t want to do anything else that tainted your father’s legacy.

Pulling off to the side between two large trucks, you and Walker released Bob from your hold, letting him stand straight. “We need a truck,” Walker pointed out.

“Where's Ava?” You asked, remembering the task given to her. Although you weren’t positive she had actually heard it.

“She's gone,” Walker stated. “Of course she is.”

As if summoning the devil, Ava pulled up behind you all. Rolling down the window, she motioned for you all to get in. Popping open the back, you and Bob hopped up. Sitting down, you began to take off your helmet to let you breathe the cool night air. Across from you, Bob did the same.

“You two gonna be okay back there?” Yelena asked as Walker and Ava headed up to the front.

“Yeah,” you two said in tandem. Yelena nodded before closing the door behind her.

Behind the shield of the doors, you began to tear off the combat gear. It was hot enough in the suit, now you added a few new layers on top of it. “God, I’m burning up.”

Bob agreed. His eyes couldn’t help but follow your hands as you stripped back down to your suit. He gulped, feeling hot all of a sudden. Quickly, he began taking off the combat suit that adorned his body. Once discarding the clothes, Bob glanced around the back of the armoured truck before returning his eyes to you. “So, uh, have you been in one of these before?” He winced at his own attempt at conversation.

“Sort of. I’m assuming you haven’t,” you said, noting his civilian status.

“Heh, no. I-I haven’t.”

An awkward silence fell between you two as the truck began to drive out of the camp. You peered out the back tinted window.

“We got out,” Bob noted.

You looked over at him. “Almost,” you muttered. “Not yet.” Right as those words left your mouth, the truck came to a halt. You glanced out the window again. “Shit. Guards.” You told Bob. The two of you grew quiet to listen to Walker trying to handle the situation as guards stalked around the back of the truck, creeping up to the front. To say Walker had the situation under control was a lie. He was absolutely failing. You figured a kindergartener would have pulled it off better. Hearing a click beside you, you turned. The back door was open, and Bob was getting out.

“Bob,” you hissed. “What are you doing?”

He glanced back at you and offered you a weak smile. You froze. You had seen that smile before. It was the heroic kind. One you’d offer when you knew a sacrifice was imminent. One you’d never get back up from. One you’d offer when you had made peace with it. After all, only those who truly cared presented that smile. You knew this well. It was the same smile that haunted your dreams and waking memories. It was the smile he gave you when he snapped.

“No,” you muttered to yourself. “No, no, no.” Bob wasn’t supposed to give you that smile. He was supposed to make it out of here. You had promised yourself to get him out, secretly promised him he’d be safe, be free. You couldn’t help how your feet moved, jumping out of the back of the car. You ran after him, watching as he picked up a rifle, aiming it at the sky. Bob wasn’t supposed to be the hero. You were. It’s what they left behind for you. A mantle to take up. Be a hero, Y/N. That’s what they raised you to be. Yet here you were, drowning underneath that title, one that Bob so selflessly picked up, leaving you to chase after him.

“No, no, Bob! Stop!” You didn’t care if you were drawing attention. Nearby soldiers began to track your movements: guns ready to shoot, violence and determination filling their veins. You watched as Bob ran into the spotlight, demanding everyone’s attention, pulling them away from the truck so they could escape, so you could escape.

“Hey!” Bob yelled, a cry of heroes, as he emptied the bullets in the gun. Never once aiming at another person.

“Bob!” You screamed, arms reaching out for him. His eyes widened at you. You weren’t supposed to follow him. He took a step toward you as red aiming lights lit up his body. Hard-armoured figures tackled you before you could reach him. They pushed you into the ground, the dirt and gravel scraping against your cheeks as tears trickled down them. “Bob!” You wept as they opened fire. Bullets were hitting his body. It was all too fast and horrifically slow. Your mind was memorizing every moment until his body hit the ground. You struggled against your captors, desperate to reach him. A mantra of guilt flooded you.

It should have been me. It should have–

The grip of the soldiers loosened as he stood up. Like a god awakening from death, Bob stood up. His shirt was torn and filled with the remnants of what should have killed him. But there he stood, a testament against everything known to man. Bob was alive.

“Bob!” You called out, pushing the soldiers off of you. His head swerved in your direction. You gasped. His eyes. They glowed a golden hue. Suddenly, he began to rise, feet ghosting the ground as ripples formed in the dirt below. Within the blink of an eye, he was gone up in the sky and falling back down just as fast.

Without thinking, you darted to the power source, lights all ablaze. With one touch, you drained its energy into your suit. If you have enough power, enough energy, you could fly up there, maybe you could catch him, or slow his descent. Anything to make sure he made it.

“Come on,” you pleaded with your suit. The jets sparked to life, shooting you into the sky in the direction of Bob’s falling figure. It didn’t take long for your trajectory to cross his. Wrapping your arms around him, your jets began to flicker. On and off. On and off. They didn’t switch back on. You peered down at the ground below. It was getting closer and closer. Hugging Bob tighter against your chest, you sensed his energy flow, calling out to you. “FRIDAY,” you said. “Activate Safe Landing protocols.” She repeated your command before flickering off to allow the suit to form a protective shield that would come between you and the ground. Still, Bob’s energy danced around yours, overflowing even in his unconscious state. Maybe, just maybe, if you gave a bit more, a shock, he’d wake up. Closing your eyes, you brought your hands to his face. Running a thumb against his cheek, you called out to his energy. The golden strings twirled around yours as you connected them. A bright light thrummed from where your energy flows were joined. You felt as if you could sense every part of him. Calling out to him, you pleaded with him to wake up. “Come on, Bob. Wake up.”

But he never did, not before you two crashed into the ground below. Rocks and dust flew everywhere as the sheer force of your fall created a crater deep in the ground. Around you, your suit lay in shambles, doing what Tony had made it to do. Just as the suit protected you, your arms still tightly clung to Bob, protecting him.

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💗💗Strangers To Lovers With Seungcheol💗💗

Pt.4

Fluff/Smut/about 2k word

18+MDNI

And there he was. Seungcheol. Black hoodie, silver chain glinting against his skin, one hand casually tucked in his pocket while the other held his phone. He was even more handsome in person, his sharp jawline and deep-set eyes making you momentarily forget how to breathe.

His gaze locked onto yours, and a slow smirk played on his face.

“You wanna sit?” You asked.

He tilted his head. “Nah. Let’s take a walk. Unless you’re scared of being alone with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

Side by side, you and Seungcheol strolled through the city, the cool night air crackling with anticipation. Talking in real life was easier than you expected—like you’ve done this a thousand times before.

But then, there was the tension. The way Seungcheol’s fingers brushed yours, the way his gaze lingered on your lips when you spoke.

Finally, you stopped at a street corner. He turned to you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“You nervous?”

“No.”

He smirked. “Liar.”

You scoffed, about to argue when he leaned in, voice dropping lower.

“You talk a good game over text, but now you’re quiet. What happened, Cherry?”

Your breath hitched.

Seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re cute.”

Then it happened. He leaned in and kissed you passionately.

The kiss is deep, slow, and intoxicating, his lips molding against yours as if he’s memorizing the way you taste. Seungcheol holds your face in his large hands, his thumb stroking your cheek as he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes.

“Come back to my place so we can finally talk,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire.

You nod, still dazed from the way he just kissed you breathless.

The drive is short, but when he leads you inside, your eyes widen. His home is massive—modern and sleek with high ceilings and a breathtaking view of the city lights.

“Damn,” you breathe out, spinning to take it all in.

Seungcheol smirks, tossing his keys on the marble counter. “Like what you see?”

You nod, walking toward the kitchen island where he pours you a glass of wine. You take a slow sip before setting it down, watching as he leans back against the counter, studying you.

“So…” he starts, tilting his head. “What else do you do in your streams”

His eyes darken, and you can already tell where his mind is going. You hum in confirmation. “Well, I do solo shows, roleplay, JOI… pretty much anything my viewers want.”

His jaw clenches slightly. “Tell me more.”

You smirk, sipping your drink, knowing damn well he’s already hard under those sweatpants. “I use toys a lot—dildos, vibrators, wands. Sometimes I ride my pillow on stream just to tease them.” You bite your lip, enjoying how his breathing grows heavier. “Other times, I edge myself until I’m crying for release, but I don’t let myself cum unless they tip enough.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair.

You lean in, eyes locked on him as you whisper, “I love putting on a show—spreading my legs for them, letting them watch as I touch myself, moaning their names like they’re actually fucking me.”

Seungcheol groans, his grip tightening on his glass before he suddenly sets it down. He moves closer, his body caging you against the counter.

“All this talk about your pussy is making me hard,” he murmurs, his voice deep and dripping with hunger. “Now I’m fucking starving.”

Your breath catches as arousal pulses through you. He notices—the way your thighs press together, the way your nipples harden beneath your shirt.

“So wet already, huh?” he teases, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Just from talking about it?”

You nod, whispering, “Yeah.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His mouth crashes against yours, rough and demanding. He lifts you effortlessly onto the counter, hands sliding beneath your shirt as he pushes it up and over your head. His lips trail down your neck, nipping at your skin, before moving lower.

Unclasping your bra, he tosses it aside before cupping your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your stiffening nipples. His tongue replaces his fingers, licking and sucking until you’re arching into his mouth.

“Cheollie,” you moan, gripping his hair.

He smirks against your skin before his hand slides down your stomach, reaching between your legs. His fingers press against your clothed core, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips. “Fuck—”

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, slipping a hand into your panties. He groans when he feels you. “Dripping for me, baby.”

With no warning, he grips the fabric and rips them clean off, tossing them to the floor.

Your cheeks flush. “Cheol—”

“No need to be shy,” he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back to admire the glistening mess between your thighs. “I already told you—I can be a lot more dominant than you think.”

His hands grip your thighs, spreading you open wider before he leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your pussy. Your head falls back as a moan spills from your lips.

Then, he starts devouring you.

His tongue flicks over your clit in quick, precise strokes before slowing down, teasing you, stopping every time he feels your thighs begin to tremble.

You whine, panting. “Please, Cheollie—let me cum.”

He chuckles darkly against you. “Not yet, Cherry. I didn’t give you permission.”

Tears prick your eyes as he pulls away, leaving you throbbing. Then, he steps back, peeling off his clothes. Your breath hitches at the sight of him—tan skin, toned muscles, his cock thick and leaking as he strokes himself.

Seungcheol grips your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter before lining himself up. “Ready?”

Before you can answer, he thrusts all the way in, filling you to the hilt in one motion. A loud, broken moan escapes your lips as your nails dig into his shoulders.

He doesn’t start slow. He pounds into you like a man starved, his hand goes to wrap around you throat gripping it as his hips snap against yours.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,�� he groans. “Taking me so well, baby.”

The pressure builds fast, your body tightening around him. “Cheol—gonna cum—”

His grip on your throat tightens slightly. “Do it. Cum for me.”

With one last thrust, you unravel around him, shaking as you cry out his name. He fucks you through it, his thrusts growing sloppier before he pulls out and lifts you effortlessly into his arms.

You barely register being carried to his bedroom until you feel the plush sheets beneath you.

“On all fours,” he orders.

You obey, body still trembling.

Seungcheol kneels behind you, his fingers sliding inside your dripping cunt, curling against your sweet spot. Your moans are incoherent now, and when he presses against your clit with his thumb, you squirt, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath you.

“Good girl,” he praises, smacking your pussy lightly, making you jolt.

Then, he grips your hips and buries himself inside you again. This time, he fucks you even harder,pulling your hair with one hand as his other grips your waist. He pounds into you relentlessly.

Your arms give out as you cum again, your walls squeezing him tight. A groan rips from his throat as he fills you up, spilling deep inside you.

But he’s not done.

He pulls out, breathing heavily before turning you over. “On your knees,” he commands.

Your legs are shaking, but you obey, sinking onto the floor in front of him. Seungcheol smirks as he leans down, gripping your chin.

“Open.”

You part your lips, and he spits into your mouth. “Swallow.”

You do, sticking out your tongue to show him. His eyes darken. “My good little Cherry.”

He kisses you deeply before pushing his cock past your lips. You grip his thighs for support as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning as your tongue swirls around him.

Moments later, his hips stutter, and with a deep moan, he spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, licking him clean.

Seungcheol smirks, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “My baby, you did good,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

The room is still heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, your body trembling as he places you onto his bed. Your limbs feel boneless, your breathing uneven as you try to come down from the overwhelming pleasure he just gave you.

But before you can even think about moving, Seungcheol is already there, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. His touch is softer now, all the dominance from earlier replaced with something warm, something tender.

“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So fucking perfect.”

Your eyelids flutter as you hum in response, too exhausted to speak. He chuckles softly, shifting off the bed for a moment. The sudden loss of his warmth makes you whine, but he’s back in an instant, a warm cloth in his hands.

“Shhh, just relax,” he coaxes, carefully cleaning between your legs, his movements slow and delicate. The contrast from how rough he was earlier makes your heart swell.

Once he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls the blankets over both of you. Strong arms wrap around your waist as he tucks you against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles into your skin.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice softer now. “Did I go too hard?”

You shake your head, nuzzling into his neck. “No… it was perfect,” you mumble sleepily. “You’re perfect.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Damn right I am.”

You giggle, smacking his chest lightly, but he only holds you tighter. His hands never stop moving—rubbing your back, playing with your fingers, making sure you feel safe.

“Sleep, Cherry,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

And with his warmth surrounding you, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep, you know you’re in the safest place you could ever be.

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