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CAN WE TALK ABOUT CUNTLOS FINALLY RESPONDING TO THE YEARS OF HATRED THAT THE ITALIAN MEDIA PUT HIM THROUGH??????


literally yesterday this absolutely clickbait article from Gazzetta dello Sport came out, alluding with their fuckass title that carlos said that "i could've (if i wanted to) torn ferrari to pieces" — starting yet another shitstorm on carlos, like they've never shyed away from doing in the last four years (and i oop).
it literally would've took one second to read that this was even worse than clickbait, IT WAS A WHOLE DELIBERATE INTERPRETATION OF WHAT HE SAID JUST TO BRING SOME CLICKS TO THAT STUPID JOURNAL.
(second picture) "a driver with a big ego could've turned ferrari to pieces in 2024. but i was professional, i gave everything 'till the very last race, it was the right thing to do..."

to whom he responded directly to, tagging the social media page, with:
"Thank you for the clickbait @/gazzettadellosport 👏👍"
but what's even worse, and i can't stress this enough, is that Carlo Vanzini, (if you follow this blog or any italian sport blog you might know how much we despise the guy) Sky Sport Italia's MAIN COMMENTATOR aka somebody that should be impartial, UNBIASED. when he comments the races and anything that happens inside the sport, commented with "Ok" and it doesn't take to know italian or any italian men to know that his sorry ugly af ass was trying to act all tough and saying like "would've loved to see you try😝" — because that's all they're good to do, bash on every single driver or competitor that is not their favorite because that's very sportsmanlike right? even when carlos rightfully had all the reasons to not win anything for the team that sandbagged him, even when carlos gave them some of their most beautiful recent wins and podiums. even if you're the best dog around, if they want to beat you with sticks they will.
and carlos' answer😭 im so glad he got finally fed up and can answer directly to the blatant mistreatment he has been facing and stopped "trying to be the mature one".
karma really is a bitch.
(this is the article, i would highly recommend to not actually click on it but if anybody needs, i can translate it)
#la chiamo cazzetta per un motivo e non si smentiscono mai#and i cant wait to see sainzkarma full in action#when i tell you nobody is safe or a good journalist from sky sport italia I MEAN IT#him#valsecchi#camicioli#ALL TO JAIL#dont fucking fall in their traps#they're the perfect example of the ITALIAN MAN#aka not any stereotype you might know JUST IRRITATINGLY STUPID IGNORANT PEOPLE#carlitos#carlos sainz jr#formula 1#f1#when we (the italian part of the 55 fandom) kept telling you to beware of how much the italian media works weird ways to bash on anyone tha#is not their favorite#WE WERE NOT KIDDING#imagine 4 years of jabs and less than welcome comments about carlos DURING THE RACES#DURING THE PODIUMS#the moment carlos left last year they all acted like they cared#when he was OF COURSE struggling with a midfield car#they went back to bash and make fun of him#WITHOUT ANY REASON#and believe me EVERYONE IN THERE is the LEAST competent person to be working in such role#a monkey would do 100x a better job#il giorno in cui licenziano quel cesso ballo sulla sua tomba#cuntlos#ferrari#i would love to also remind that vanzini was the one that called him IL CAGNACCIO (bad dog)#WELL THE DOG IS FINALLY BITING FUCK YEAH
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★ . . streamer!choso .ᐟ
streamer!choso is your typical gamer guy — eyes glued to the screen for hours while playing his games, rarely getting up to take a break. his diet consists mainly of ramen and soda. it's a wonder he's even got a good physique to begin with.
streamer!choso decided to start streaming on twitch on a whim, never expecting much from it and just something to do for fun. he just thought it could be a way to make a quick buck and he's really good at gaming so what could be the harm?
streamer!choso gained an absurd amount of followers relatively quickly, making him both overwhelmed and grateful from the sudden attention.
streamer!choso who's known for his quiet and cool demeanour. he doesn't scream or yell, unlike other streamers out there which made him different from the rest. the most he's ever done is string out a line of curses under his breath.
streamer!choso is known as that 'hot streamer dude with the face tat.' he does get rather flustered when his viewers point out how sexy and attractive he is, since he doesn't think he is so himself. his deep voice only makes people swoon over him even more and it's almost alluring how he speaks.
streamer!choso who met you in university during one of your shared classes. you had come up to him and said that you watched his streams, and despite his indifferent expression, his heart swelled with pride and thanks — you were the first person to have ever said anything about it. there was a twinge of bashfulness too because... my, he thought you were so cute.
streamer!choso who would see your username pop up during his streams and he couldn't help the light pink that dusted his cheeks. he'd try and keep himself composed but whenever you made comments as he played, the tips of his ears would turn red. you'd say such sweet and cute things — 'eee my fave streamer >_<' ; 'you play so well <3' ; 'congrats on 20k, cho ♡!'. he loved when you called him cho!
streamer!choso who had finally plucked up the courage to talk to you outside of his streams. he was a bumbling and babbling mess, having never done something like this before. he usually kept to himself but he just wanted to — had to — talk to you.
streamer!choso wanted to bury himself into a hole for having embarrassed himself so much when speaking to you for the first time. he thought you must see him as an absolute weirdo now but to his surprise, you just giggled softly and said to him, "you don't do this often, do you?".
streamer!choso started to spend more and more time with you and found himself falling for you. you were pretty, cute, sweet, fun, caring. how couldn't he like you? the only thing that bothered him was that you two didn't spend time outside of lessons and studying together.
streamer!choso took a while to finally ask you out. you were both sat at the library, finishing up on an assignment when he just blurted out, "you free this week?". you didn't register at first what he meant so you asked innocently, "to study together?". he shook his head and said if you were free to hang out — to go on a date.
streamer!choso who started dating you and was so much more of a gentleman than you would've thought. sure, he was a nervous wreck the first few times you went out but he never skimped out on anything and treated you like a doll — holding the door open for you, giving you flowers every time you met, walking you back to yours.
streamer!choso who's been dating you for the last two years and is still the sweetest guy ever. he still does everything he did when you first began going out and with the money he's amassed, he just spoils you even more.
streamer!choso who will always make time for you. at the start of your relationship, it was something he struggled with, playing games for hours on end having become habitual to him. but soon he realised how much quality time means to him and so he drops his game the second you're with him.
streamer!choso who loves when you show interest in the games he plays. he loves teaching you and playing with you. he finds it so adorable how serious you can get when playing.
streamer!choso loves to have you seated in his lap while he games. he adores how you watch him intently and squirm with joy whenever he wins. sometimes you don't really understand what's going on but you're content with just watching him play.
streamer!choso who has mentioned to his viewers that he is seeing someone. they're all incredibly curious as to who he's seeing but he just wants to keep it private.
streamer!choso who can't help but randomly talk about you during his streams. his viewers find it so sweet how he talks about you and it just makes them wonder who this 'mystery girl' is!
"she put this sticker on my headset. cute huh?" "my girlfriend finds this character really hot." "my girlfriend bought me a new keyboard. she's just the best." "she decorated my mic. i really like it."
#streamer choso ☆#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#kamo choso#choso kamo#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#choso kamo x reader#choso kamo x you#choso x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jjk fanfic
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—so it goes

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: you’ve always thought mattheo riddle was infuriating, until suddenly everything between you changes. between various almost kisses, whispered confessions, and years of tension finally snapping, you realize he’s always wanted you. but falling for him? that was never part of your plan, but now, you’re his to keep and his to lose.
warnings: language, just a little suggestive, height difference mentioned, tension, pining, slow-burn, a little idiots in love ad very mid writing lol
note: this came to me very spontaneously and because i thought to myself that i had yet to write a fic inspired by 'so it goes' so here it is. this fic has basically no storyline so idk what i have been yapping to make it to 5.4k words lmaooo.
"i'm gonna bash his fucking head in" you stormed into the slytherin common room.
pansy, draped across one of the dark leather couches, lazily moved her head to look at you, not a hint of surprise on her face.
no, she knew all too well, who you were talking about.
"what's he done now?" she asked, not out of curiosity, but boredom. like you threatening mattheo riddle’s life was just another tuesday. which it was, really.
mattheo and you had never gotten along, despite being part of the same friend group and basically growing up beside each other.
maybe that was the problem after all.
you threw your bag to the floor so hard it almost bounced back into your hands. “he had the audacity to open his stupid mouth. that’s what he did.”
theo snorted from the armchair by the fire, not looking up from his book. "shocking development. riddle speaks, and you consider murder."
you whirled on him, eyes wild. "he said i was predictable. can you believe that? me. predictable."
"well.." pansy muttered, trailing off.
"you do threaten his life a few times a week" theo added, helpfully.
you glared at both of them. "some friends you are" you muttered, crossing your arms and falling back onto the leather couch. you only missed pansy's leg by half an inch, as she pulled them to the side at the last minute. "whose side are you on?"
"neither" pansy stated without thought.
another glare from you.
"look, bella" theo drawled. you were used to that tone. he was trying to charm you, so you would forget about your anger toward the riddle boy. this time theo's charm would come to a halt. you swore it.
"this has been going on for literal years" he continued. "we've all witnessed it. it was fun for a while, i admit that. but... per l'amor di dio.. just get it over with, won't you?"
you narrowed your eyes at the boy. "get what over with?" you took a second to think, until your expression changed drastically, making theo forget what he was trying to say.
pansy moved her glance over to you, watching you in quiet suspicion.
"i would have never thought, you'd be the one to suggest it" you grinned, a proud smile on your face. "but this is brilliant, theo"
"i... what?" theo asked, but you left no time for answers.
"how do you reckon i should do it?" you asked as you went on. "i suppose magic is way too obvious. so maybe a knife.. or poison? that's the thing most women kill with, isn't it?"
"i didn't suggst that we should kill the insufferable bastard!" theo protested.
"oh" your smile died. "then what did you suggest?"
the moment was luckily interrupted by the arrival of enzo and blaise, who both had no interest in discussing anything related to mattheo (he was responsible for dozens of bruises on both their bodies from the previous quidditch practice), so the conversation quickly died out and the topic changed to the next charms essay all of you had to submit by the end of next week.
you didn't see mattheo for the rest of the day.
none of your friends had seen him for the most part of it, but that did not raise concern, as mattheo was known to disappear for hours on end.
none of you had the fraction of an idea about where he went.
and mattheo, the stupid idiot, enjoyed being a mystery to his friends way too much to lift the curtain and reveal his whereabouts.
it was half an hour past curfew, when you went to sneak into the kitchen. you had been rolling from side to side in bed for the past hour.
it wasn't that you weren't tired. quite the opposite actually. your mind was just too awake. but that was something a simple glass of warm milk could cure in an instant.
the drink was quickly fetched and it took less than five minutes for you to tiptoe back out into the hall, a mug of the warm liquid pressing against your hand and making your stomach flutter in anticipation for the warm and soothing taste.
but not now. you would save it until you were back in your warm bed, not while wandering the dimly lit corridors of hogwarts in what could only be described as a stretch rather than actual pyjamas.
a thin, oversized slytherin jumper hung off one shoulder. it was stolen, years ago, from theo during a drunken game of exploding snap and never returned. underneath, just a pair of dark green sleep shorts, the hem fraying slightly, riding up with every step. no socks, no bra, and a quiet shiver every time the cold stone kissed your bare feet.
merlin knew why you hadn't taken the time to slip into your shoes, or at least pull on some warm socks.
your mind wasn't the best at this time of day. and certainly not when it was as sleep-deprived as you felt.
the halls were dead silent, except for the soft echo of your bare feet on stone, and the occasional creak of the ancient castle shifting in its sleep. you clutched the mug tighter, nerves twitching just slightly.
"evening"
the voice was so sudden, you almost dropped the mug in your hand. milk splashed over the rim, warm against your knuckles as you swerved around, heart leaping up into your throat.
and there he was.
mattheo fucking riddle, casually leaned against the corridor arch like he hadn’t been missing all day. like he hadn’t carved himself into the back of your brain and left you simmering.
still dressed. he hadn't been back in his dorm all day, tie loose around his neck, white shirt stained at the cuff with something that looked like ink or blood, or maybe both. his blazer hung from one finger, slung over his shoulder like he owned the corridor, like he owned the night. like he’d been waiting.
you hated how calm he looked.
“you scared the shit out of me,” you snapped, readjusting your grip on the mug, milk still dripping from the rim.
"yeah, you look really frightened" he rolled his eyes, before his gaze wandered down your body.
you felt uncomfortable under his watch and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the cold stone biting into your bare soles, but not nearly as sharply as his gaze.
"nice outfit" he noted with a smirk. "meeting someone special?"
"oh fuck off" you snarled, turning away from him and picking up your walk back to the dorm.
mattheo wasn't one to give up easily. he caught up to you quickly.
"you know, if you acted less like a whiny bitch, you could actually be kinda hot"
you halted in your step, turning to look at him.
mattheo's smirk deepened, satisfied that his words had caught your attention.
"and if you were less of a miserable asshole, maybe i could actually tolerate you" you thought for a second, before you added. "no, actually, that seems like too much for your brain to comprehend, so i fear both of us won't get what we so dearly wish for."
"god do you sometimes hear all the words that you're saying?"
you rolled your eyes and continued walking through the corridor. mattheo still followed. there was a distance between you. a distance you were glad he was keeping.
suddenly, mattheo's arm shot out, making you run straight into him.
"ma—" you had already opened your mouth, a loud scolding of his name pressing through, as another big gulp of the milk had slahed over the rim of your mug at your sudden forced stop.
mattheo pressed a hand to your mouth, shutting you up effectively. he pushed you against the wall behind your back, both of you disappearing behind a giant closet.
"what the fuck?" you whispered, just as mattheo had slowly moved his hand away from your mouth.
you were only inches apart. the mug in your hand being the only thing seperating the two of you.
"teacher" mattheo answered, his eyes darting down the hall behind him.
you didn't say anything for a few seconds. his head turned back to you.
he was so close. way too close for your liking. or... maybe he should come closer, move forward until his chest was touching yours, his hands in your—
woah.
you shook your head, quickly getting rid of those weird and unnerving thoughts that had clouded your mind.
you should’ve walked away. you should’ve sipped your stupid milk and gone back to bed.
instead, your gaze wandered back to his face. his curls were falling over his forehead like usually. an untamed mess of dark hair that awakened a deep anger in your gut. how could someone who couldn't even take care of his own hair properly ever dare to be as arrogant as mattheo riddle was?
his brown eyes looked down on you. they almost looked black in the dim light of the corridor. you shivered.
his face was clear, white, soft skin over perfectly sculpted features, a hint of soft freckles on his nose. and his mouth. his mouth was... bleeding?
"you're bleeding" you noted, unable to stop yourself. your eyes jumped to his lips and back to meet his gaze.
mattheo was just as caught off guard as yourself at the words. "yes" he muttered, not sure what else to say.
"why are you always bleeding?" you whispered, more to yourself than to him.
mattheo frowned at your words, a deeper emotion settling onto his face.
his eyes now jumped between yours and your mouth too. you were sure that there wasn't any blood on your lips, so you weren't sure what his thought process was.
suddenly, mattheo stepped impossibly closer.
his hand fell forward, clasping your wrist. the one one connected to the hand that wasn't holding the mug of warm milk, of course.
"what are you—?"
he didn't answer. mattheo just leaned forward, coming closer and closer. the blood on his mouth and the thing itself inching nearer and nearer.
oh god.
was he trying to? ew.
ew, ew, ew.
you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night.
you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night, in theo's old sweatshirt and shorts that you wore to sleep.
you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle in the middle of the night, in theo's old sweatshirt and shorts that you wore to sleep and a mug of steaming warm milk still in your right hand.
you couldn't kiss mattheo riddle. period.
you simply wouldn't.
so, in that moment, you did the only thing you could think of. something so unbelievably stupid you wouldn’t even remember it clearly later.
you let go of your beloved warm milk.
the mug shattered on the floor with a loud crack. milk splashed against both your bodies as mattheo jumped back from you.
“wha—” mattheo started, eyes darting between the milk soaking his robes and the broken shards on the floor, but before he could say another word, a sharp voice cut through the silence.
“detention, both of you.”
professor snape stood at the corridor’s end, arms crossed and glare sharper than any curse.
"sir—" you pressed the word out in surprise, looking awfully ashamed about the condition your house teacher had found the both of you in.
"twenty points from both of you and clean that up!" he directed further, until he swirled around, dark robes fluttering behind him as he walked away in the opposite direction.
when snape found students out of their beds, there was no big deal made out of the case, but no one dared to stay any longer after he had found them once. snape didn't have to walk students back to their dorms, as much was clear.
mattheo wordlessly took out his wand, mouthing a quick clean up hex under his breath.
both of your clothes were back to their previous state and the mug of warm milk was intact again too.
mattheo and you didn't look at each other as you silently walked back to the common room side by side. you didn't talk when you both split up in opposite directions to get to your dorms.
that night, a forgotten mug of cold milk sat on your bedside table, while you were in the bathroom, furiously scrubbing the skin of your left wrist. right where his touch had burned itself into your skin.
the next day was a never ending tirade of boring classes, whispers with your friends and the unnerving task of ignoring mattheo, while he tried everything to get under your skin.
"hope the milk was worth the detention from snape" he whispered during history of magic. he had to lean over draco to do so, who angrily swatted at mattheo's arm, trying to push the boy out of his space.
mattheo did not budge.
you stared forward pointedly, acting like you hadn't even heard him.
draco rolled his eyes, pushing against mattheo's arm once more. "do you see that she doesn't want to talk to you?"
mattheo's grin did not falter, his eyes flicking to you before settling back on draco.
"let her pretend all she wants," he said low enough for you to hear. "but merlin knows she’s just pissed because i was right."
you finally turned your head, voice cool and steady. "right about what?"
he shrugged, still smirking. "that you’re all talk and no backbone."
"what are you even talking about?" you snarled angrily beneath your breath, trying to keep quiet as to not make professor binns notice your conversation during his class.
"oh, come on, sweetheart" mattheo's smug smile only widened at your act of cluelessness. his gaze wandered over draco, before it landed back on you, a wink moving with his words. "don't act like i didn't see the fear in your eyes."
"shut up" you muttered, pulling your body back from him, an obvious physical reaction to his words.
mattheo nodded with a satisfied smile.
this was exactly what he had wanted. he leaned back in his own chair, freeing draco from his unwanted presence, before he blew you a quick kiss behind the blonde's head, who had turned to ask you what that weird conversation had been about.
that same evening, mattheo and you were standing in the dimly lit trophy room. both of you equipped with a rag and a bottle of polishing potion.
your wands had been confiscated by filch, before your detention had started and he had left you alone in the small room, that only seemed to shrink with mattheo's presence behind your back.
you wondered if his mind was as busy thinking about you as yours was tangled up in thoughts of him.
the work was rough, unnaturelly slow without the use of magic, and the room was silent while both of you scrubbed at trophies on opposite sides of each other.
then, when mattheo was finished with the trophy he had been working on, he didn't pick up the one standing right next to it, like he was supposed to, but moved across the room to stand beside you.
"could you stay on your side of this very small room?" you muttered, scratching off a particularly dark spot of dirt on the small trophy in your hand. "or is the concept of that too much for you to comprehend?"
"i'm doing just fine" mattheo smiled sarcastically. "thanks for your concern though"
"asshole" you muttered beneath your breath as you went to put the small trophy back in it's original place.
"brat" mattheo retorted almost immediately.
you send him an exasperated glance, before you stepped onto the ladder, that was propped up against the wall, to reach the higher shelves.
mattheo watched that action with a hint of concern, until his facial expression returned back to neutral, acting like he couldn't be bothered.
the silence in the room stretched on, as you reached for a medal hanging against the wall and began cleaning it while still standing on the the ladder.
this was awkward.
it was a mix of not knowing what to say (which was weird, because although you had never gotten along, you and mattheo had always something to say to each other) and a sharp undercurrent of something else. tension, maybe? or irritation?
then, mattheo broke the silence. in the worst way possible.
"ever wondered why we never became friends?"
you huffed, trying to ignore his words, but ultimately burning for his answer. "no, not really"
"well, i did" he muttered, reaching for a silver trophy. one of the less frequent ones in the room. "i mean, i'm glorious company, so it must be your fault"
"please" you shoke your head, moving on to the second medal. "like you're not an insufferable git"
mattheo laughed dryly at your remark. "come on, be honest," he continued. "you had your mind set on not liking me the minute your eyes first glanced my way"
"that is so far from true and you know it" the third medal was now being cleaned. "i was liking you, up until the moment you spilled pumpkin juice all over me."
"that was an honest mistake"
"maybe" you shrugged. "which i would've forgiven, if you hadn't immediately said what you said."
"what did i say?" mattheo wondered, seemingly not able to remember himself.
you glared at him, before you moved your gaze back to the task at hand and finally found the words to answer. "you said that i should better not start crying, because girls like me would have to rely on our smile being pretty enough to—"
"come far in life" mattheo finished. "i did say that, yeah" he muttered softly.
you swirled around, looking down at him in surprise. he actually sounded.. regretful?
you didn't have much time to think about that though. your fast motion on the ladder had caused the thing to start shaking, slipping away from the wall with increasing speed, as you lost your footing.
this was not going to end well.
mattheo reacted quickly. he dashed forward, stopping the ladder with his foot, before opening his arms.
you landed much less graceful than you had wanted, but at least not on the floor, but in mattheo's widespread and kind of muscular arms. he was looking down at you with a soft expression.
"i didn't mean it" he said, his words tying back to your conversation a few seconds ago.
you blinked up at him, chest rising and falling against his from the fall. his arms were still around you,one curling around your waist, while the other was steadying your legs, and he made no effort to let go. his scent, cologne and something darker, something inherently him, wrapped around you like smoke.
still, after a second, he let out a slow breath and carefully lowered you to the ground, his hands steady, lingering longer than necessary. one of them settled at your waist, the other brushing along your arm as if making sure you could stand.
but even once your feet touched the floor, neither of you moved away. you were still impossibly close. too close.
you swallowed. “you meant it when you said it.”
his gaze dropped to your lips for just a second. “maybe i was just trying to get a rise out of you.”
“you did.” your voice came out a little breathier than you’d intended, but you didn’t back down. “congratulations. you always do.”
“hmm.” he stepped closer, barely noticeable, until your bodies were nearly touching again. his hold tightened just slightly around your waist, as if testing the boundary. "do you really hate me so much?"
the question stunned you. you stared up into his brown eyes. they were warm, like hot chocolate after a day spend in the snow outside. they weren't as close to black as you had thought only the night before.
maybe mattheo wasn't as close to the dark as you always thought.
"i don't know," you muttered, your gaze dropping to his lips only involuntarily. there was still a scrap on the side of his mouth, where it had been bleeding the day before.
you wondered who had had the pleasure of meeting mattheo's fist.
"sometimes" you said finally.
"and the other times?" mattheo muttered. he pulled you closer by the waist. maybe not even on purpose. you could feel his breath fan over your cheek.
"the other times.." you whispered, unable to finish the sentence.
mattheo moved his hand on your waist. his thumb slipped under the fabric of your blouse, it had moved out of your skirt during your fall. he brushed his finger over your skin tentatively.
you almost shivered. his touch felt so soft. so deserved, like something you'd been missing your entire life without ever realizing it. without ever knowing how good it was.
a warm feeling settled in your stomach as you drew in a breath.
mattheo didn't look smug about the obvious physical reaction you had to his simple touch. he looked so honest.
“the other times,” he said again, barely a whisper now. his gaze didn’t leave your face, didn’t leave your lips. “what are they, then?”
"i..." you wanted to reply something, anything, but his close proximity was making your mind spiral. never in your life had you been this... attracted, to mattheo riddle of all people.
"y/n," mattheo muttered softly.
"i don't hate you," you said finally, without any further explanation.
he looked relieved. the smile on his face was faint, barely noticeable, but it was there and it didn't look smug or provocative.
"no?" he muttered softly, his question making the hair on your arm stand up, as his thumb shifted beneath your shirt.
"no" you said. surely. finally.
you didn’t realize it, but your hand had lifted, fingertips curling against the edge of his shirt, clinging to the fabric like it grounded you.
he drew you closer. his lips were so close. you closed your eyes. you could almost imagine his taste. the softness of his mouth touching yours. the feeling it would surely awaken in you.
you wanted him. you needed him.
your noses brushed. your lips were a breath apart—
“what in merlin’s name is going on here?”
you gasped, stumbling back from mattheo and almost taking down a few throphies with you.
filch was standing in the doorway of the cramped room and narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.
before you had the chance to say something, mattheo stepped in front of you, hiding you away from the older man. "we were cleaning," he said simply, a sharp edge in the tone of his words.
filch hesitated.
it was an open secret that he was… uneasy around mattheo. like many people in school. like many people in the wizarding world.
the silence stretched for a beat too long.
"continue then," filch muttered eventually, backing out of the room with a final suspicious glance. “and keep your hands to yourselves.”
mrs. norris padded after him with a flick of her tail, and then they were gone. the door creaked as it shut.
for the rest of detention, neither you nor mattheo spoke. it was as if whatever spark had flickered between you was a fragile flame. one that always burned out the moment either of you got close to changing anything.
you could feel his gaze on you when filch came back and let both of you leave finally.
then, on the way back to the common room, before you had even the chance to worry about things becoming awkward once more, mattheo disappeared into the shadows of the castle, leaving to god knows where again.
that night, you turned from side to side in bed, unable to find sleep.
you stood up, slipping into a pair of slytherin socks, before you left the room, closing the door behind you softly.
the corridor was cold and you wrapped your arms around your frame. theo's sweater was incredibly comfortable, but did not do a great job at keeping you warm.
you walked around the corner and what you saw, made your breath hitch. there was a body on the ground, lazily leaning with his back against the stone wall, his legs stretched out on the floor before him.
mattheo fucking riddle.
of course.
his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, his blazer was a crumpled mess on the floor beside him. he was moving a cigarette over his fingers. a trick you had seen him do a few times before at parties.
mostly to impress girls, mostly because he was bored.
his face looked twisted in the dark light of the corridor, but you could make out the dark stains of the blood easily.
this had to be a joke.
"mattheo" you muttered.
his head jerked up suddenly, but he didn't look as surprised as you. almost as if he had been waiting.
"can't sleep again?" he asked, his voice echoing off the wall across from him.
"got slapped stupid again?" you shot back.
mattheo stood up from the floor slowly. he reached for the blazer beside him. there was a lazy smile on his face, the kind of smug expression that told you exactly how satisfied he was with your words.
"what?" you asked.
"oh, darling" mattheo grinned. "you should really see the other one"
mattheo stepped closer. so close, you imagined to smell the blood on his face.
"i'm only seeing one idiot as it is" you snapped, crossing your arms. "and you do look pretty bad already"
"such compliments," mattheo drawled, pushing the cigarette to rest between his lips and searching the pockets of his trousers for a lighter.
before he had the chance to light the cigarette, you caught it between your fingers, pulling it away from his lips. mattheo followed after your movement, before he realized what you were doing and sighed.
"hey"
"come on" you said, not even sparing another glance at him, as you walked into the direction of the kitchen.
mattheo followed after you wordlessly, accepting his fate without any sort of protest.
"sit down" you directed, pushing him back onto a chair in the kitchen.
mattheo's smile widened. "commanding much?" he laughed at your unimpressed expression. "if you wanted—"
"stop" you interrupted, shaking your head. "i'm just doing this, because i'm a good person, this has nothing to do with you."
"sure it hasn't" matthe leaned back in the chair, while you turned to fetch a rag at the sink, holding it under the water to properly clean the blood off his face.
"you should still go to madam pomfrey tomorrow though" you muttered as you returned and took a seat across from him.
"so you care about my wellbeing?" mattheo asked, furrowing a brow.
"not really" you whispered, as you leaned forward, softly wiping over his left eyebrow, where a few drops of blood had splattered. surely not his own.
mattheo watched you work with narrowed eyes, following every movement of your hand and trying his best to catch your gaze.
"you aren't even looking at me, love."
"of course i am," you protested. "how would i be able to clean this fucking blood off your stupid face if i didn't?"
"stupid face?" mattheo repeated in a mocking tone. "you're not really looking though"
you bit your lip, as you moved on to the right side of his face, right beside his eye. it was a small wound and mattheo barely reacted to the cold touch of the rag on it.
"sweetheart" mattheo called, trying to gain your attention.
you tried not to react.
"look at me, darling"
"i am looking at you, mattheo" you snapped, leaning away from him angrily.
"okay" mattheo nodded, upset that he had angered you, as he raised his hands in mock surrender.
you sighed, before you continued, the rag sweeping at the small wound on the bottom of his mouth that had reopened.
mattheo leaned closer, to make your access to him easier. you narrowed your eyes, but didn't say anything.
he unfolded his hands, that had rested in his lap up until this moment and his right hand settled onto your thigh delibaretly.
he waited.
"mattheo" you said in an effort of protest his action.
his eyes didn’t leave yours. “just tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice low and steady.
you didn’t.
he leaned forward, away from the rag. his nose brushed against yours, before he finally met your lips with his.
your hand was hanging in the air, the rag still in hand, before you finally moved, letting go of the fabric. you closed your eyes, your hands falling into mattheo's neck like a puzzle pieces falling into place.
there was something quietly desperate in the way his mouth moved with yours, like he’d been waiting far too long to know what you’d taste like.
and you... your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. you forgot what you’d meant to say. forgot where you were. forgot your own damn name.
you felt the pressure of his hand still on your thigh, the way your body felt pressed up against his. merlin, he tasted better than you could've ever imagined.
his other arm slid around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, your chair scraping over the floor as it followed you forward.
mattheo broke the kiss softly, his lips brushing yours one last time before he leaned back just enough to see your face. you were half in his lap, lips parted, breathing unsteady, looking up at him like you were waiting for gravity to pull you back down.
you felt ridiculous.
but his face... he didn't look like he was trying to mock you. no, he looked as wrecked as you felt. something that could only be achieved by a kiss that would screw you up for anyone else.
"you better shouldn't look at me like that," mattheo muttered, with a soft smile, while he tried to stabilize his breathing. "or i won't be able to stop the next time."
you weren't sure you even wanted him to stop.
you blinked up at him, still utterly dazed and at a loss for words.
his hold on your thigh tightened slightly. "didn't think you'd—" he interrupted himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "fuck"
you swallowed. you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“say something,” he whispered, voice rough now. “please.”
you swallowed again, before you pressed the words out. "you're still an asshole."
mattheo laughed, a hint of relief swinging in his voice. "you're still a brat."
"yeah," you muttered, moving closer until you were whispering the words right at his mouth. "a brat, who wants you to do that again."
mattheo's mouth clashed with yours in a second. this kiss wasn't as slow. it was raw, urgent, demanding.
your hands slid into his hair, as he pulled you closer at the shoulders and you slipped onto his lap, his hands clasping around your waist like he was scared you would suddenly disappear.
you pulled his head back by the hair softly, pulling away for just a second, a breathy moan escaping his mouth, before you reconnected your lips, following after him.
there was nothing innocent about it now. just the feeling of being right were you were supposed to, his hands pressed to your body, his tongue in your mouth.
you were so utterly his, it was almost scaring you.
you pulled away after a few more seconds. his hand wandered to your cheek, his thumb moving over the soft blush on your face.
you stood up slowly and he rose to his feet immediately after, like you had put a curse on him. his gaze stayed locked on you, while you put back the rag and he reached for his blazer that he had draped over the back of his chair.
you stepped next to him silently.
he came closer, draping his blazer over your shoulders, before he took your hand in his, pulling you to the entrance of the kitchen behind him.
you walked through the halls slowly. almost like you were on a midnight stroll rather than out of bed after curfew.
"all eyes on us," mattheo pointed out, when you came across a few, very nosy portraits.
you smiled at his words, your eyes falling onto your intertwined hands. like pieces falling into place, you thought once more.
"i'm yours to keep" you whispered, your voice echoing through the corridor, mattheo tucked on your hand. "and i'm yours to lose"
"you really think i'm ever letting you go after tonight?" he muttered, pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around your form. he pressed a kiss to your neck. "fuck, no."
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Pick Me
Bucky x reader
The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.
warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.
A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲
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“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.
“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”
“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”
“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”
The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.
“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”
“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”
“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”
Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.
“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.
“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.
“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.
“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.
“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.
“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”
“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.
“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”
“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.
Still.
Something was off.
You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...
No.
He wouldn’t do that.
Right?
*****
“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.
“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.
“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”
Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.
“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.
No.
Relax.
“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.
“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.
“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”
“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.
“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”
“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”
You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.
But you didn’t want to be petty.
You were more mature than this.
“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.
“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”
“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.
“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”
“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.
“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”
You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.
“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.
“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.
“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”
You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.
“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”
“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”
“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.
“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.
“Fuck sweets, you look-
“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”
“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.
Since when did he call anyone else doll.
You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.
“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.
“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-
“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...
Right?
You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.
*****
“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”
You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.
“Bucky, what are you-
“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”
Fantastic.
“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.
“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”
“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.
“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.
You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.
An hour later, it was 7.
Then 7:30.
And then 8.
By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.
****
Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.
He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.
“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.
“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.
“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”
We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.
“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-
“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.
“Yeah, I-
“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.
“Doll?”
“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”
“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”
“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.
How wrong he was.
You avoided him in the morning.
And the day after that.
Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.
*****
“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?
“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.
“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.
“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?
“I didn’t mean to forget-
“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.
“What did I do?”
“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.
“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”
Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?
“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.
“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”
As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.
“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”
“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”
****
“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.
“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.
“Baby, please!”
No.
“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”
“There’s nothing to talk about”
“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”
“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.
“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”
“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.
“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”
You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.
“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.
“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”
“You’re an absolute idiot”
“An idiot who is in love”
“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”
“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”
“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.
“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.
“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.
“And he happily agreed because...”
“Because...?”
“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”
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“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”
“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”
“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.
“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”
“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”
“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”
“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”
“Cum for me princess, God I love you”
“You want a snack?”
“Nick?”
“Uh-Nicole?”
“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”
Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.
“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”
“Fuck, I love you James”
“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.
“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.
“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.
“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.
“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”
“Yup, real happy”
“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.
Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.
“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”
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Tipsy Confusion
Bsf!Reader x Dean who thinks they’re dating
A/N: First attempt at a one shot, and first time writing anything supernatural!! Might make more of these with different readers and the same. Reader in this is a bit naive? But she's drunk, and I think we can let her off because of it! Summary: Dean thinks you're dating, you think you're besties, and usually you're okay with that, but right now you're drunk. Sam is a little menace, but at least he's having fun.
What Dean had done to deserve this, he didn’t know.
Ever-serious Sammy was flirting with his girl, for no reason. Well, sure there were some reasons. I mean, you're hella smart, curvy in all the right places, funny, and have a bangin’ taste in music, but still.
Worse of all, to Dean’s dramatic and pissed off view, it seemed like you were flirting back, laughing and leaning into Sam.
In reality, neither of you were flirting. For one, Sam was fully aware of Dean’s obsession with you, and he saw you as an awesome, annoying sister than anything else; in his mind you were part of the family, but would never be his in that way, and nor would he want you to be. Secondly, you were pretty touchy with everyone, and you were tipsy. Three beers in and you were ready to start serenading the barkeep - it’s just how you were.
Frankly, you would practically be on Dean’s lap right now, but he went to the bathroom and hadn’t come back yet, so you were just chilling with Sam.
You noticed your bottle was empty, and pouted slightly when you noticed Sam and Dean’s were too. You didn’t notice the way Dean’s eyes softened at your expression, or the way they hardened again once you had skipped over to the bar to get them all more drinks and he could focus solely on Sam again.
“You two seemed pretty snug,” Dean said, making Sam jump as he slid into their booth. He ground his jaw at the amused smile playing along his brother's face. He was lucky he was his brother, else Dean would have bashed his face in for smiling like that, thinking about you.
Dean may have been a bit tipsy too.
Sam snorted, “Dean.”
“You think this is funny, Sammy?” Dean growled, “Stealing another man’s girl, man, come on!” He was undoubtedly about to go off on a tangent about the betrayed brother, so Sam cut in before he could spiral.
“I am not trying to steal your girl!”
Dean squinted at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Now Dean just looked offended. “Why not?”
“What?”
“She’s gorgeous, and smart, and funny. Who are you to think you’re too good for her, huh? She’s too good for you, and anybody else in this crappy bar, did you know that?”
“Oh my god, Dean!”
“What?”
Sam was about to reiterate that he didn’t want you, when you came back and plopped next to Dean holding drinks. “FINALLY!” He threw his hands up exasperated, “You can deal with him.”
“Dean!” You chirped, already invading his personal space, although he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he melted into you, as if your presence was able to relax him enough to melt him into a pile of goo.
“Hi, Sweetheart.” He grinned at you, acting totally cool.
Sam just rolled his eyes and picked up his drink.
“You were gone for ages!” You said glaring at the oldest brother suddenly. “What, did you find a girl or something while you were over there?”
Now Dean was bewildered. You always said shit like that when you were drunk, insecurities festering beneath your skin, waiting to come out. In all honesty, you were just a tiny bit jealous of all those girls, I mean Dean was Dean!
But you could live with being his best friend most of the time. Only when drunk did you feel in anyway inferior.
“The hell would I find a girl for when I’ve already got one?”
“You have a girlfriend?” Your eyes watered. Dean didn’t do girlfriends, and the fact that he hadn’t told you about one hurt just a little.
Dean panicked at your shining eyes. “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, huh, baby? Getting a bit forgetful.”
“I’m not your car!”
“...No, you’re you.”
Sam was biting his lip as hard as he could to keep from laughing. The little shit knew exactly what was going on. Dean was never one for grand declarations or romantic dates, so he didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his Girlfriend, but he had told Sammy about a gift he wanted to get you for your anniversary in a few months, which was apparently just a random day Dean had decided you two were officially together.
On the other hand, Sam knew you were pining over his brother, but was fully under the impression that both you and he were single. A couple of weeks ago you had mentioned how, if you were dating someone (Cough, cough, Dean) you would have taken them to a cute little riverside restaurant in the town they were staying in at the time. Another time, you were going on about how you wished his brother would see you as more than a best friend, but understood that commitment was hard for him in general and in their line of work.
And, yeah. Sam could have mentioned the situation to Dean, or to you, but that would have taken the fun out of it. He wanted to see who would realise the other’s beliefs first; he had a bet about it with Bobby actually.
Plus, Dean made his dating life hell as a teenager, so a little payback was rather refreshing.
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Still thinking of Dadbod!Miguel to this day…
“I wonder what she’s up to right now. I hope she’s having fun.”
Your voice rings against the tiles of a shared bathroom, the lights of the grand mirror bleeding into the dark bedroom adjacent to it. The only other light illuminating the space was the tv, which was for nothing because no one was watching; it was merely background noise.
“Probably running and yapping circles around them, keeping everyone up, as per usual.” You hear the rich timbre of your boyfriend from the bed. You lean back from the sink to search his expression, a knowing smile accompanied by a raised brow, framed by bifocals hanging low on his nose. Everything about your partner exuded strength, except in his vision. Poor thing could never quite make out the words of his books without them.
You and Miguel knew how energetic Gabby was. It explained her unbelievably crazy stamina showcased in her soccer games, scoring goals for her team. And as if it wasn’t uncontainable enough, Miguel insisted on always getting her ice cream afterwards, failing to turn down her precious little pleads for a sweet treat. Even though you’d give him the look, you could never deny her either. You were both push overs.
“Sounds like someone I know.” You mirror his expression, the tease in your tone registered by him.
“Hey, I’ll gladly admit to being the reason for keeping you up at night.” The gravel of his words and his dashing smile makes you retreat back to the mirror. You apply the last step of your nightly routine while smiling like an idiot. You could always play cheeky with Mig, but nine times out of ten, he’d match your energy or double it, so inevitably, you’d always lose that contest. But you didn’t mind it. You loved that Miguel was always turned on, even by the smallest of things. He was always hungry for you.
Taking your bashful giggle as a sign of his victory, he returns to his book, one that looks too small for his hands.
He speaks whilst eyes are glued to the page, “But I’m sure she’s having fun, mamita. She’s always adored her cousins. And her uncle, for that matter.”
“Gabriel is pretty good with her.” You say with a smile as you leave the bathroom.
“Yeah, maybe too good. Starting to think you and him are the favorite.” He sets the book and his glasses onto the nightstand to draw his attention all on you: the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, even bare faced and in pjs.
With curled lips and folded arms, you look down at him. Like a child waiting for his teddy bear, his arms spread out for you to fall into, like he does every night when he waits for you to finally come out the bathroom.
“Babyyy, not true,” you can’t help but look all over your man, the bed frame only just fitting him; The figure of a man who maybe lets his daughter choose dessert over sliced fruit too much, but that’s more than okay. More to cling onto at night.
You climb into bed, the sheets feeling nice and warm, but nothing compared to the beautiful blend of cushion and hardness your boyfriend has somehow mastered.
“Mamita… Gabby is crazy about you. She wouldn’t stop asking for you after the first time you went to her game with me.”
“I know Gabby loves me, but it doesn’t mean she loves you any less.”
“Oh, I know, I know…” you both shuffle in bed as you find a comfortable position for the night, tangled bodies exchanging equal parts of coolness and warmth. Miguel flinches and lets out a small ‘ay’ when your frozen-solid feet touch his legs, to which you softly apologize immediately, adding a kiss.
“But she really is in love with you. She’s actually, uh…”
He looks down at the minuscule space between you two, looking to finish his sentence,
“… been wanting to call you ‘mom’ for a bit now.”
You smile widely at the admission, “wait what?!” Your quiet disbelief makes Miguel smile, too.
“Yeah,” his voice softens. “She’s just been nervous to say so, but she’s told me.” His fingers trace shapes on your outer thigh, his gentle gaze spilling with adoration.
He lets out a short huff, “What can I say, it’s hard not to fall completely head over heels with you. I don’t blame her.” As if you couldn’t get any closer to him, he presses you against him even more. The air of his words hits your nose and lips slightly, the lowness and slight sleepiness in his voice stirring your core.
You don’t know what to say other than, “I just love you so much, Mig.” You shake your head faintly side to side. A million stars shine in your eyes, your smile ear to ear in this moment. “And to think I got you and Gabriella as a package deal. I literally won the lottery. Seeing how you are with Gabby? That’s what got me sold.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“…So it wasn’t the five star restaurants or the gifts or the trips-?” You fall into a fit of soft laughter with him.
“Baby, please, you know that wasn’t it!” You kick him under the sheets. For the entirety of your relationship, you always reminded him that the material things never mattered. You were huge on making sure he never felt taken advantage of, even though he took great pleasure in taking care of you.
“Nah, beba, I’m just messing with you. I know you’re not like that, c’mon now.” His hand messages your shoulder.
“But seriously… you’re such a good dad. I hope you know how good you’ve done with Gabby, even by yourself.”
“I try. Thank you, mama.” He humbly whispers before planting a hard kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent.
“And thank you for treating her like your own. You treat her so good. Watching you two… I dunno, it’s like my fuel. So thank you for accepting her. And for accepting me.” Your foreheads touch now.
“I know talking to someone whose got kids isn’t always ideal-“
“What?” You scoff.
“Are you kidding? The second you told me you had Gabby, I wanted to give you another one.”
And the look Miguel gives you is all too familiar.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes look you up and down. He mumbles, “You never told me that.”
“Well, it’s true, I did… I thought it was so sweet the way you spoke about her that first dinner. And when I came over for the first time? Seeing you with her?” Your eyes widened,
“Jesus, I’m surprised I didn’t let you stay the night and-“
“And what?” Miguel cuts you off, his own breath growing short.
“Nooo, I shouldn’t say.” I feign a shameful look, your eyes darting away and failing to stifle a smile.
“Nonono,” Miguel gets on top of you, forcing you to look up at him, “Don’t stop talking now.” He starts to laugh when you do, the both of you breaking out once again that night.
“Alright, you wanna know the first thing I thought after that dinner? Our five-hour-long dinner?”
You furrow your brows, “Oh God, what?”
“I thought…” he lowers himself down, racking through and locking his fingers into your hair, cradling your head, “that she’s the one.”
Your bottom lip pouts at the declaration. “Aw baby, really?”
“Yeah…” he pauses for a moment, a guilty expression painted on his face,
“and that I also wanted to stay over and do unspeakable things to you.”
Your head falls back into the pillow and you let out a shocked laugh, cupping your mouth.
“Don’t laugh, it had been a while for me. I was deprived.” He tries his best to stay serious, but your contagious laughter is impossible to not gush over.
“Well,” you catch my breath, “not anymore.” You bite your lip, “We live under one roof now. One bed.” Your hands trail up and down his hairy chest.
He grunts, his face falling to the crook of your neck, “Gracias a dios.” He softly murmurs into your skin, “‘cuz I dunno how much longer I could’ve taken having to say bye to you at the end of every night.”
“Me either,” your sigh out.
“Baby…” you continue,
“Yes, mamita?” Your neck muffles his words.
“Guess what?”
“Hm?”
“Gabby isn’t home.” You remind him in a whisper.
Miguel lifts his head, your words clocking into his mind.
Oh, right…
“Then what the hell are we doing? C’mere.”
He sits up on the bed, placing your legs on other side of his waist. with the most wolfish smirk you’ve ever seen, marking the beginning of a very,
Very,
Very long night.
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Hello! I love your writing! Are the requests open? If yes, could you do the headcanon MC/reader married life with Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon? (these four are my biases) Thank you! 😘💜
Yey!! I'm answering requests again let's go!!
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Married life with them, how does it go?
Versions: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon
Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified
Links: Masterlist, Rules
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LUCIFER
People know you as 'THE SPOUSE' because whenever he's about to blow up, you will be there to stop him
Your relationship is the type where Lucifer will put you to sleep first then secretly wake up to do his work
Then he will be hit by a flying slipper
Then he'll look to his side and saw you sitting up on the bed
Brows twitching out of annoyance and eyebags under your eyes
You HAVE to be fierce at times
Lucifer is known to be under Diavolo's control most of the time, he works for him.
So, there are quiet a few restrictions on his actions.
He could be fucking popping a nerve and will still not be able to fight back because he has to keep up Diavolo's reputation good.
So you do it for him.
One time, someone gave a rude comment to Lucifer
Imagine being rude to Lucifer bruh
And that person was in a quiet important position
So of course, he has to laugh it of like "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."
And que MC suddenly clearing her throat giving the most fake laugh while wide eyed staring at the man like "HA HA HA HA HA" with the most fake smile
Yeah
He's the type to ignore murder but draw the line at disrespecting his spouse
And you're the type to look at him while eating and think "Look at my man, ain't no way he's a murderer."
He is.
If Lucifer will SOMEHOW be charged of murder, which he really committed, MC would hold up a large sign outsid the prison, if it hasn't burned yet, with the words "FREE MY MAN"
To be honest, his whole thoughts on you just revolves around "Baby, you're freaky and strange. It's freaking me out." but continues watching and supporting you anyways.
You're just messing with him
Like, let the man have a break
You're the type of spouse to make a jerking hips movement while he's lecturing you tbh
DIAVOLO
So fun
Just shits and giggles
You don't argue, you bashes his head on concrete and he takes like a man with a smile
One time, he saw you struggling with gardening and he went outside to mess with you.
He asked, "Is this guy bothering you?" and pointed at the soil
You looked at him confused but nodded
Then he started punching the soil
He refuses to do extra paperwork now because he believes you're like those dog like
You know
Those dogs that know when their owner is coming home
And he believes that if he doesn't come home on time
You'll start howling like a pug on anesthesia
Yeah
And your vibes to him is like
"You poor thing." (Deregatory) (Sexual)
But you're his dream spouse
When he was a child, he likes those spouse that protects their BIGGER spouse
And he said "I like my spouse scary. Maybe I'll marry someone like them and they'll kill everyone who's ever said a bad thing about me."
He did marry one
You guys are a power couple though
You would attend the parties on matching clothes, especially tailored for the two of you
And he would be smiling like a puppy and you would be beside him glaring at whoever tries to be rude to him
But YOU know that HE knows who's naughty and nice
He'll deal with them when you're asleep
BARBATOS
"Yes, Baby. Your emotional wall is high and impenetrable. Can we kiss now?" — MC
It's just like that
I don't make the rules
Yeah, he's calm and collected
He's so stressed with you, everytime.
You're the menace and he's the leash
After using your magic, you would be leaning sexily on a wall in front of him
Coughing out BLOOD
Saying, "How do I look? Do I look good?" *Cough* "Was that hot?"
It wasn't.
He stands with his canceled spouse
Like
If everyone else is standing in front of his door, bloodied and bruise
He'll open his door IF and ONLY IF you're the one who knocked, or Diavolo
Then he'll open it
Grab you
Close the door
Open it again
Grad Diavolo
And let the rest of them bleed to death
He just loves you so much
Sometimes... ONLY SOMETIMES
When you tripped on the stairs and a lot of people saw it
He'll turn back time
ONLY SOMETIMES
Maybe not so sometimes
And by the way
If he has to move to another timeline
He will marry you
Over and over again
SIMEON
If you think you can bat your eyelashes at him and get whatever you want
Yes
Yes you can
He's so soft for you it's insane
It's so hot how his ring would shine when the slightest bit of life bounces of it
How it's cold metal would hit your skin when he cups your face and kisses you
How he absent mindedly fidget with it when he saw anything that reminded him of you
He's so soft
Like a cushion
Ready to catch you everytime you fall
He's also kind of clingy
But
Yeah, clingy
Everytime he wakes up and you're not there
He let's out the MOST dramatic sigh and think "The world is quiet cruel."
Chill, MC's in the kitchen making you guys food
But if you're indeed not there
He takes his suffering out on his book characters
Sexy evil bad bitch × quiet shy Boi (that can be a psycho)
He's a 10 but he doesn't mind that you're crazy so he's a 20
If you ask him the "What would you do if I turned into a worm?"
He'll answer the softest shit, "I'll build you a worm sanctuary, and take care of you."
Of course, after he said that you'll look up to the sky and thank father for his magic seed or whatever
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all mine.
PAIRING: aemond targaryen x afab!reader. WORDCOUNT: 1.9k
CW: jealous sex, mating press (hehe), unprotected sex, breeding kink!!, creampie, kind of angsty but its porn w a little bit of plot. use of high valyrian + a sprinkle of aegon bashing! mdni <3
AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was originally a 500 word drabble and then... i went a bit nuts.. if you enjoyed the fic, pls lmk! not proofread we die like literally everyone lol.
ABSTRACT:
aemond gets caught up with his royal duties and finds himself spending less time with his precious lady wife. determined to take matters in your hands, you make some silly choices involving another prince, which only makes things worse. till it gets better :)
this time, you think you deserved it.
what begun as a harmless jest to get aemond to pay attention to you quickly led to letting aegon drunkenly sweet talk you at supper. and yes, pretending to flirt with your husband’s brother in front of him might not have been the best decision, but you were just having fun right?
wrong.
you were perhaps the stupidest woman in all the seven kingdoms. really, there was no rationale for choosing to engage with aegon for more than ten minutes at a time and yet here you were, ‘giggling’ at his piss poor jokes and pretending to listen to his made up tales of something you couldn’t care to remember.
you could only chastise your past self for your poor decision making skills as aegon whispered into your ear, far too close to your liking. he stunk of the rich, dornish wine served earlier in the evening and his eyes lazily stared at the expanse of your chest. but regardless of whether he was drunk or not, aegon had enough wits about him to realise his brother was furious.
a sly grin on aegon’s face, he seemed to understand the predicament you were in and leaned in to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, before loudly announcing his exit with a parting “my lady”, to further enrage aemond.
internally groaning, you waited till aegon left before daring to take a peek at aemond. but he wasn’t even looking at you.
the complete lack of response terrified you. in fact, you’d almost convinced yourself he didn’t care at all, until you noticed his blanching knuckles gripping his silverware. “aemond, i-," you begun.
in an instant, aemond had gotten up out of his seat and finally looked at you with a look in his eyes that only meant one thing. he mumbled out a quick excusal for the pair of you, before extending his arm towards you with a pointed stare.
you were well and truly fucked.
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before you can realise what’s happened, aemond’s dragged you to your shared chambers at a pace you’re struggling to keep up with. quickly dismissing your maids, he shuts the doors firmly, before turning his back to you and shucking off his outer clothing. you dejectedly do the same, struggling out of your dress. you leave them in a heap on the floor, stripping down till you’re in your underthings.
the sounds of aemond changing have quietened down, spurring you to take a peek at him. he’s left in his pants; his broad shoulders and back on display for you to admire. maybe he'll listen to you if you explain yourself, you delude yourself. tiptoeing over to where he stands, you attempt a sheepish half smile, grabbing onto his bare arm to direct his attention to you.
“please, i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking, i just missed you,” you start, attempting to make eye contact with aemond. he’s yet to talk to you, pointedly ignoring you. he simply stands there, jaw clenched, refusing to acknowledge you any further.
you feel stupid, really. doing all this to gain the attention of the man standing in front of you and even then, he doesn’t even spare you a glance. you wait for a few more seconds before deciding to save yourself the embarrassment. with a sigh, you turn back to your shared bed and sit yourself down.
you rush to unpin your hair, readying yourself for sleep. the dull throb of want in your stomach has you frowning but you know the only person who could satisfy you is aemond. in your distracted state, you don’t see that aemond’s turned back to face you.
“do you take me for a fool?” you freeze, not expecting that of all questions. you start to respond when he cuts you off with a glare. aemond huffs out a curse and walks over to stand in between your legs. a part of you think he looks majestic from this view, but you’re quick to silence your thoughts as he slightly lowers himself till he’s level with you.
“you missed me, so you thought it best to what? throw yourself at my brother?” the affronted look in your eyes tells aemond he’s wrong but he’s not feeling very charitable as you try to come up with right thing to say. “and you thought i’d just let him have you?”
“no! i swear, i was being childish aemond,” you try to reason with him. the longer you think about it, the faster you realise how childish you really were. but it doesn’t change your intentions. you were unsatisfied and tired. but you also hadn’t been this close to aemond without someone else being nearby in a while. the dull throbbing sensation in your cunt was starting to spread and you fought the urge to rip your underthings off and let aemond have his way with you.
“if you wanted something, all you had to do was tell me, not run off to aegon,” he muses, his right arm coming up to trace the veins in your neck. aemond can feel the way your breath stutters; he takes note of the way your lips quiver and fingers curl up slightly at his words. you not-so-subtly push your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of your lust by yourself.
a satisfied grin curls at his lips and aemond, finally, leans into the slope of your neck. you shiver at the feather-like sensation of his lips pressing into your skin, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself before he pushes you onto your back. “aemond, i need only you,” you shyly mumble, before reaching up on your elbows to undo the clasp of his eye patch.
aemond lets you do as much before throwing it behind him, fixing you with a lust-filled gaze that has you whimpering within a second. he leans over you, and makes a show out of dragging the fabric of your underthings down till he’s rid of them, throwing them to the side. you’re shaking as you watch him eye your cunt with a starving look.
calloused hands grab at the fat of your thighs, kneading the soft skin there before pushing them to your chest. you mewl as cold air fans over your wet cunt, catching the way aemond eyes your hole greedily twitching around nothing. “this is what you wanted, right?”
“yes, yes, please,” you beg. if you weren’t so desperate already, you would have gagged at the sound of your whiny tone. but aemond seems to like your desperation. aemond undoes the string of his pants, before palming himself with a squeeze that has him sighing in relief. your mouth waters at the sight before you.
aemond gives himself a moment before he climbs over you, his frame gently pushing onto your knees in the position you’re in. your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his warmth enveloping you.
“no, look at me, ābrazȳrys,” your silver haired lover grunts, as he goes to drag his cockhead over your slit. “i should get aegon to pleasure your whorish cunt instead.”
your immediate protests brings a smug grin to aemond’s face. of course, he would never let his brother anywhere near the ethereal sight beneath him, but seeing the tortured look on your face brings him a sick sense of pride. he plays with you like this for a moment, rubbing his cockhead over and over your clit till you’re nearly crying out in want.
after what feels like a lifetime, he decides to push into you. aemond intently watches the way his cock catches at the rim of your pussy before he slams into you. your resulting gasp has aemond’s chest tightening as he loses himself to the feeling of your walls clenching around him immediately.
letting out a strangled moan of your name, he sets a brutal pace from the get-go, ploughing forward until you’re clawing at his neck and shoulders for a reprieve. you’re a quivering mess under him, a mix of moans and cries escaping you. you can feel him everywhere.
a light flush rises on aemond’s cheeks and upper chest, a pink hue that matches the fine dresses you might wear to a banquet or a tourney. your teary eyes trace the faint red lines peaking up on his broad shoulders, evidence of your passion that has your core clenching tighter around him. aemond catches your stare, mouth agape in a euphoric state of mind and pushes your knees down even further, if it was possible.
his wife, his lover, his, his, only his.
"it's okay, sweetling," he vows, fat cock bullying your walls as he moulds himself into you. he bends down to leave a path of kisses trailing down your neck, assuming a steady yet punishing pace into your sopping core. "for me, remember? you can take it for me, right?" aemond groans, drunk on the way your pussy sucks him in, eyes squeezed shut in the pleasure you both share.
leaning back, aemond watches you grip the sheets tightly, he feels the way you soak his cock every time he rocks into your pussy. you've gone half mad, tongue lolling out as you chant his name as a mindless mantra. he drags your knees down to instead wrap around his hips, bringing you closer to plant wet kisses down your neck, nipping at the salty skin. you keen into his ear at the change of position, untangling your hands from the sheets to cling tightly to aemond.
"feel good, love?" he murmurs, trailing his arm down till it lights presses onto your stomach as he drives his cock back into you. "tonight's the night i'm filling you up. that way, my fool of a brother will know to stay away from you.”
you don’t even think you’re making sense as you blabber your agreement. you want, no, you need him to give you his heir. you need him to drive himself further into you till you feel him in your chest, in your heart.
the thought of a miniature aemond targaryen running around has your heart swelling in your chest; the life you’ve always wanted but never let yourself dream of for too long. your lives were far too cruel for such a precious being to be born into it, yet aemond seems hellbent on making it come true as he bullies his cock further and further into your cunt.
aemond slows to a dangerous grind and bends down to capture your lips, his lean torso catches on your clit as you arch up into his mouth. "aemond pl-please, i want it," you whine, your hips buck as his languid thrusts reach a spot deeper than you thought possible. "you're mine," he groans into the heat of your mouth, skilled fingers come down to rub taut circles on your aching clit. he feels the telltale signs of your trembling walls and your greedy eyes beg him for release.
“fuc-fuck, nyke’m bē konīr,” aemond huffs, feeling your cunt swell around his cock as he rams deeper into you. you’re scrambling to hold onto anything; his shoulders, his wrists, the pillow, the sheets.
when you start twitching around his cock, walls fluttering at a pace aemond can't keep up with, he thinks you're the most divine creature in all the seven kingdoms.
and as you cream around his cock, aemond finds himself pushing himself into you one more time, filling you with his hot seed and the unspoken promise to cherish you for as long as you'd have him.
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high valyrian translations:
ābrazȳrys - wife. nyke’m bē konīr - i’m almost there.
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Holy Ground - Chapter 2
Summary:
Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), Inner Circle Bashing (kinda), Referenced/Implied Sexual Assault, Referenced/Implied Domestic Violence, Discussion of Religion(?), Chronic Injury/Pain/Illness, Minor Character Death (It's probably nobody you love), Magical Work Accidents, Explosions, Injuries
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

Azriel’s shadows liked to spoil his mate rotten.
Not that Azriel could find anything wrong with that.
She deserved more for putting up with him.
More than new tea from the Dawn Court and her favourite chocolate covered, wafer thin cookies from a small bakery near the Sidra…more than the occasional embroidery thread they snuck her…More than whatever animal he went to go hunt, to cover his bed in even more furs just for her.
He nearly had enough Sable furs to have a blanket made for her for Winter Solstice…
Azriel also had half a mind to go sneak in her office later that day.
Just as a treat for not killing either of his brothers. For being civil.
Rhys had come over for sparring, unnannounced.
Azriel had hoped to have some peace and quiet today, but it seemed like Rhys had other plans.
Currently Cassian and Rhys were wrestling with less sense than they had had when they were just kids, and Azriel was cleaning his weapons, watching from the sidelines.
Azriel couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of his brothers roughhousing. It was typical of them to turn a simple sparring session into some kind of ridiculous competition. He focused on sharpening his knives, trying to ignore their antics.
"You know, we could also actually train properly," he called out, his tone dry. "Instead of wrestling like a bunch of children."
Cassian looked up from his grappling with Rhys, grinning. "Oh, come on Az. Don't be such a stick in the mud. Loosen up, have a little fun for once."
Azriel's expression remained impassive. "I'm perfectly capable of having fun, Cassian. But I prefer to do so without rolling around in the dirt like a wild animal."
Rhysand chuckled, standing up and clapping Cassian on the back. "It's good to let loose every now and then, Az. You should try it sometime. It might make your brooding sessions a little less depressing."
Azriel just grunted in response, not willing to engage in a verbal sparring match with Rhys. He continued to clean his weapons, hoping that the training session would end soon so he could escape his brothers' teasing.
“When did you even come home yesterday?” Cassian asked him.
Azriel looked up from his work, his expression neutral. "Around 11," he said simply.
“You didn’t come to dinner,” Rhys pointed out. “You were missed.”
He highly doubted that.
And maybe he had made that mission in Dawn just a little while longer, so that he knew that dinner would be over and when he came home, he wouldn’t need to be alone.
Azriel just shrugged. "I was busy," he said, offering no further explanation. He knew his brothers were just trying to rile him up, and he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
*Are you still pissed of at me?* Rhys asked him mentally with a sigh. *I get it. But you don’t need to avoid everybody else, just because…*
*I’m not avoiding anyone,* Azriel replied, his mental voice tight. *I’m simply choosing to spend my time how I see fit.*
“I was busy,” he repeated aloud.
Cassian rolled his eyes. "You're always busy, Az. You know, there's such thing as taking a break once in a while. Spending time with your family."
Or he could spent time with his mate. He could spent time with his mate, who let him brush her hair and even braid it …who pressed kisses to his horrible scarred hands and smiled at him.
If it was a choice between Irena or a family dinner where he didn’t want to stay longer than an hour or two, because he was still too fucking pissed off at Rhys…the choice was easy.
“Or is there a special somebody?” Cassian teased him.
Azriel glowered at him. "It’s none of your business." He went back to working on his weapons, his expression tense.
*You can’t keep panting after Elain for the rest of your life,* Rhys said mentally. *Look, I know I didn’t…I am sorry. But she’s happy with Lucien and…*
*Don’t worry, I’ll go to a pleasure hall and pay for it if I want to fuck somebody,* Azriel shot back viciously.
Or his own hand would suffice. More than suffice, especially if…especially if Irena had let him kiss her the evening before…sometimes he waited until she disappeared into her room, and he buried his face in the pillows that smelled like her, fisted his cock and rutted like an untried boy for seconds before he came all over himself.
It was still better than any other sex he ever had had before.
Cassian raised an eyebrow at him. "It sounds like you need to get laid," he said, chuckling. "Maybe that'll help with your bad mood."
Azriel shot him a glare. "Mind your own business, Cassian. My love life is none of your concern."
Rhysand gave him a sympathetic look. *We just want you to be happy, Az. You deserve happiness.*
“Ohhh, touchy,” Cassian said with a snort.
Azriel just gritted his teeth, his temper rising. "Cassian, if you don’t shut your mouth right now, I swear to the Mother, I’ll shut it for you."
Cassian just grinned at him. "Come on, Az. I’m just teasing you. Lighten up."
Azriel's grip on his weapons tightened. "I don't like your teasing, Cassian. And I certainly don't appreciate you making assumptions about my personal life.”
Mostly he just wanted his brothers to leave him the hell alone.
And then...then before he could say another thing...he felt the shaking.
And then the sound came. An eardrum shattering explosion, the very foundation of the House of Wind shaking. It was terrifying him.
Irena was down there in her office. Nesta was in there.
He was moving before he was even thinking.
*Merrill's office, Master!* the shadows screeched.
Azriel was already running.
Cassian hot on his heels, so was Rhys.
Azriel was faster, heaving shadows around his limbs as he rocketed down the spiral stairs of the House of Wind.
Level Two, Straight to the right. Clearly...Clearly the epicenter of the blast. Of the explosion…of whatever had happened.
He pushed as hard as he could, legs burning as he hurtled down the hallway to Merrill's office.
He wasn't the only one. "Merrill!" He could hear Gwyn's shrill voice screaming, coming to a stop in a hallway of what had once been Merrill's office but now was just...
It was a mass of wood and rubble.
He barely slowed down, scrambling into action. Gwyn was already digging through it, so where Nesta and Emerie. Cassian landed behind him, immediately moving some of the debris.
His shadows swarmed as he and the others quickly dug at the rubble. Looking, desperately looking.
He moved another piece of rubble out of the way...a piece of blue cloths. The same blue cloth that he knew covered Irena's body, the scent of poppies clinging to her...Without a thought, he grasped and then dragged, a hoarse shout that was her, that was her...
He felt as if he were choking, as if he were drowning as he dragged out her body. Bloody, bruised, broken but still...still there was a faint flicker, a faint, thready heartbeat.
His heartbeat pounding in his ears, he tried to pick up on her heart. There was barely a flicker. Too fast, too faint, she was barely holding on. Barely hanging by a thread.
There was blood pooling on her abdomen, dying the blue dress she wore bright scarlet red, He put pressure on that wound immediately, leaning on her with nearly all his weight, his fingers slick with blood. "Damn it, stay with me, love," he demanded sharply.
Azriel felt like he could barely breath. Like he was falling, tumbling down as he tried to will her to stay with him. Stay. Stay. Stay. Please stay. Stay...
Rhys was there suddenly, checking her pulse. "Breathing is erratic. She's in shock," he told Azriel with a grimace. "Mor is getting Madja..."
"Az..." her voice was so weak, but he turned to see dark brown eyes watching him, brows furrowing.
"Just keep breathing, Love," he told her, trying to stop his voice from shaking.
He could barely hear what was going on around him. It was as if he were in a bubble, a world of just himself and her and the desperate beat of her heart under his fingers.
"I am sorry," she whispered.
"There is nothing you need to apologise for her, Irena," he promised her sharply. "Absolutely nothing."
Irena's eyes drifted shut. Azriel felt like something was dying inside him as her heartbeat fluttered against his fingertips. His world was collapsing, shattering into pieces as her breath stuttered.
"Stay. Just stay..." he was barely aware of what he was saying, his eyes frantically searching hers. She had to stay. He would do anything to keep her here. Anything.
"I am still owing you that flight," he told her. She hadn't let him take her flying yet. They had snuck away in the library...in the rooftop garden...in her office. But he had never gotten to take her flying. He had never gotten to take her out into Velaris. They had never had a date at a fancy restaurant, had never gone to see the symphony. There were thousands of things that he hadn't yet gotten to do with his mate, because they had all the time in the world.
Irena just stared at him, her eyes pleading, as her heartbeat slowed, fluttering weaker and weaker. Azriel felt a sharp pain in his chest as fear clawed at his spine. "Just hold on a little longer, love," he whispered. "Please."
And then there Madja. Thank the cauldron. There she was.
Azriel could barely manage to let go of her, his mind consumed with the singular thought of Irena's laboured, erratic heartbeat as he moved back. Madja immediately set to work.
He lunged for her head, lunged to pull it on his lap, to touch her with blood slick fingertips, her normally rosy red lips pale, her skin even whiter than usual.
"Hurts," she whispered, as Madja set to work, barking orders.
"I know, I know, love," he whispered, touching her cheek with his fingertips as Madja got to work.
His eyes searched hers as he murmured those words over and over, as if he could somehow hold her in this world through sheer force of will alone.
"We haven't had enough time," he whispered desperately, leaning his forehead against hers.
She was slipping away. He could feel it. Feel her slipping, feel her heartbeat slow. Feel the thread that tethered her to this world fray, fray, fray...
No. He couldn't lose her. Would not let her leave him. He had waited far too long for her. Far, far too long to let her slip through his fingers.
"Stay with me," he pleaded. "Please stay with me."
But her eyes were slipping shut, her head lolling to the side. He gently patted her cheek, trying to urge her back to consciousness, but he didn't think he was even really aware of what he was doing, where he was. The world had boiled down to a desperate litany, in his head. Stay...stay...please...don't you dare...
“I am going to be so furious with you if you die. We may have our first fight,” he told her fiercely.
He needed her to know that he would be there to be furious with her if she dared to die, that she couldn't die. Couldn't. That she had to stay. Had to keep fighting. There were too many things ahead of them...a wedding to plan, children to have, years and years of life to live.
“Az,” she breathed his name, her eyes not even open anymore.
“Open your eyes, Irena,” he demanded. “Look at me, love,”
Her eyes finally fluttered open at his command. It was barely more than a slither of brown, but he latched onto it, taking it for what it was. A chance. A moment to get through to her.
He wasn't sure what he was saying, but the words spilled forth from him, a litany, a desperate prayer. "Please," he breathed, "don't go...don't you dare..."
He was dimly aware that the others had gathered, but he didn't dare look away. Didn't dare look away from her as he cradled her head, trying to pour all of his prayers into those words. All of his hope and desperation.
"You can't go." A statement. An order. An absolute certainty in his voice. "I will not let you go."
He wouldn't. Would never, ever let her go. Would drag her back from the Cauldron's grasp with bloodied and broken hands if thats what had to be.
She didn't speak. Didn't need to. He could read her answer in her eyes, the determination in those brown eyes as she tried so, so hard to stay.
It was as if she were holding on for him, because he had asked her to. Because it was him there with her. Like she would fight until her last breath because he told her too. He didn't deserve this beautiful creature, who was willing to fight for him, willing to live for him.
It was something primal, something desperate, something fierce as he whispered those words over and over, like a prayer. "Fight. Fight. Fight."
And she listened. She did. He could feel her hold on, just barely grasp hold of that tether that kept her in this world. Just barely keep her eyes open.
Just look at him.
And she did, those dark eyes unfocused but open, staring up at him, watching him. Trying so, so hard. It nearly made his heart stop in the most terrible way that she was struggling for him.
And he was so proud of her. Of the way she was fighting like she was. Of the way she was grasping, hanging on to life like she was.
The seconds stretched too thin, feeling like eternities and only the slightest of moments. But her eyes were open, if only barely. She hadn't given up. Hadn't let go.
He was dimly aware of the others, Gwyn hovering with a worried expression, Madja murmuring quiet instructions to the others, Rhys kneeling not far away. But he barely glanced at them, barely dared to take his eyes off Irena.
He was certain that if he looked away, if he let this tenuous thread sever, that she would die. That as long as he kept her here, she wouldn't slip, wouldn't let go.
He had one hand on her cheek, her skin still clammy and pale, as her eyes slipped open and shut. But everytime, they would find his face. His eyes, like he was the only thing tethering her to the world. It hurt. Hurt so much to see her barely holding on, only that last sliver of determination keeping her here.
"Please," he pleaded, whispering those words like a prayer, like he would be praying to a vengeful god. Those moments felt like eternities, stretching on and on with only his desperate whispers. "Please..."
The world felt so still, so silent as if the world was holding its breath. Azriel's eyes locked on Irena, silently begging her, asking her to please, please...
Live, live live... he whispered those words over and over, a desperate plea to the Mother, the Cauldron, to anyone who would listen. To Irena, the only person in the entire world who truly mattered in that moment.
Her eyes were growing glassy, slipping closed only to jerk open again. Stay he demanded. Keep looking at me. Please.
She tried. Mother, she tried. Her eyes drifted to him, the smallest hint of life, of a spark there in those dark brown eyes.
He hardly dared to breathe, hardly dared to move. Afraid that any wrong move could tip her over the edge, could pull her into that chasm of non-existence that she was desperately clinging too.
He felt something pricking at his eyes, felt something in his chest cracking, breaking at the sheer intensity of emotions thrumming through him. It hurt. Hurt so much to see her like this, so pale, barely holding on, barely conscious...
“Alright,” Madja said quietly. “Good girl. You were so very brave.”
"Will...will she be alright?" He asked, voice hoarse.
He didn't let his eyes drift from Irena's face, her half lidded eyes staring at him. It filled him with such an intense pang of relief and fear at the same time. Relief, because she was alive...and fear, because they had been so close to losing her.
"She's not out of the woods yet," Madja warned. "But she'll make it. She lost a lot of blood. It will take some time to get her vitals stable again."
He felt like he could breathe for the first time. It was almost dizzying, the sheer, intense relief that flooded through him. Irena was here. Irena would live. It filled his veins with an almost drug like euphoria, that made him light headed, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips.
He barely managed to keep that feeling in, the pure euphoria from showing as he smoothed a strand of hair back from her face. "Thank you," he whispered, voice hoarse, eyes finally dragging away from Irena's face to look at Madja. "Just...thank you."
He looked back at Irena, taking in her face. Alive. Still alive. Still here with him, not gone. The tension seeped from his shoulders, a strange sort of exhaustion taking over. As if all the adrenaline that had fueled him, the fear, was slowly draining out of him like water.
“Merrill,” Irena whispered, her voice near silent.
Azriel felt his fingers brush her cheek, just the gentlest touch as he tried to keep it together. It had been too close. Too, too close. He couldn't stop the overwhelming feelings flowing through him of elation and fear as he looked down at her as he looked down at her, alive. Alive and breathing and whispering soft words. "Shhh," he whispered softly. "Save your strength. Don't strain yourself."
He looked up finding Cassians gaze who just shook his head. Merrill was dead.
Azriel couldn't quite process that information, not in that moment. His eyes were still drawn to Irena, still unable to take his eyes off of her for more than a moment. His fingers brushed her cheek again, just the faintest touch as he pressed a small kiss to her forehead. "Rest," he instructed softly. "I'll be right there.” He promised.
“Being here to her room,” Madja said quietly.
“My room,” he corrected.
The priestesses dormitory was locked from males. If he even tried to get in there it would’ve end well for him. And he wouldn’t leave her side.
“Your room?” Gwyn asked sharply.
“Gwyn,” Rhys said quietly.Azriel didn't even acknowledge Gwyn's words, didn't have the energy. All he could focus on was the way Irena's eyes had drifted shut, the steady rise and fall of her chest. She would be alright. She was going to be alright. She was alive. Right now, in that moment, thats all that mattered.
“Az, how long have the two of you…” Cassian asked hesitantly.
Azriel just shrugged, his hand resting on Irena's hair, smoothing back from her face. “Two years. She’s my mate,” he said flatly as he gathered her up.
“Mate,” she rasped. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he agreed softly.
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Hi beautiful! I’m so happy you are back! You are the best writer ever!!💜
I was wondering if I could request a prisoner Eddie Munson x nurse shy reader. ( in prison for whatever reason you want) He gets beat up in prison and he goes to the nurse and finds her so beautiful and they flirt and feelings start coming up. He try’s to see her anytime he can, and maybe they have a kiss that leads to more like smut??
I love your writing! Sorry if this is bad!
I hope this is what you wanted (it leads to smut but not much of a smut scene )and that you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting!❤️ And it's not a bad request at all!! Prisoner Eddie is fun. Thank you for the love. Prisoner Eddie deserves the criminal love photo
Heal me, nurse
"BREAK IT UP!" An officer screamed as a fight broke out in the small cafeteria. Eddie ignored the officer as he continued to land punches across the other prisoner's face. The officers raced over to the brawl but didn't arrive fast enough to protect Eddie from the bash against the back of his head.
Eddie groaned as he fell over, his head pounding as three guys began to beat his body black and blue. He felt relieved when several officers pulled all the guys off of him. Eddie wiped his nose and realized he was bleeding. He could feel his eyes, ribs, and the back of his head throbbing. He was barely aware of what was going on as he was dragged to a room.
"All yours," the officer spat as he let Eddie's body drop on a chair next to the door.
"Dick," Eddie muttered to himself as the officer walked off. He held his body in pain as he looked around to see where he had dropped off.
"Let me help you to the bed," a soft voice spoke. Eddie blinked through his throbbing eyes as he took in the other person in the room. He groaned as the stranger helped him stand, he took the time to take her in.
She was insanely attractive, and he wasn't saying that because he'd been stuck in cells with random men and hadn't seen a female in ages.
"Where am I?"
"The nurses' office," she smiled, helping him sit on the tiny bed.
Eddie hummed, he didn't even know prison cared to have a nurse. "And you are my nurse?" He swore he's only seen attractive nurses in porn, and he couldn't lie he was imagining how she would look in a tiny nurse outfit.
"Well, I'm everyone's nurse. Now, what happened?" she asked. She sat on a small stool in front of him, her eyes waiting.
"Fuckers jumped me, and now my head, ribs, nose, and eyes are throbbing," he shrugged. Eddie was rough, and he could handle taking care of himself. He had done it a thousand times before. But the idea of this pretty girl having to check him for wounds? Yeah, he liked that.
She stood up and grabbed a small light, flashing it in his eyes as she directed him to follow it. She tried to focus on her job and not that this prisoner was insanely hot. He had captivating eyes, so dark and warm. She felt a blush creep up her neck as he stared right back into her eyes.
She stepped back as she felt the room grow hotter. She walked over to the small sink and wet a cloth. She walked it over to him and softly wiped away the dry blood.
"I'm sorry this happened to you and that the officers treat you like shit," she whispered, gently cleaning his nose.
"Nothing I can't handle, I'm a big boy," he shrugged, chuckling.
She tried not to shiver at his deep chuckle. She silently yelled at herself as her mind went elsewhere with his big boy comment. She dabbed his nose, his eyes never leaving her face. She felt nervous under his stare, trying to avoid eye contact, but she kept feeling this pull to look back.
Once she cleaned off his nose, she tossed the towel to the side.
"Could you..uh..unbutton.. your-" she shyly stuttered, her hands waving to his orange jumpsuit. She hated how nervous she felt around this stranger.
"Unbutton what, gorgeous?" he teased. He enjoyed how shy she was, and it was clear he was making her nervous. "This?" he asked, two fingers slowly unbuttoning the first few buttons.
She blushed deeply as his skin became exposed. She could see some ink on his pale skin. She moved without thinking, stepping closer as she took in the spider and demon. She held her breath as his fingers teased more buttons, but then his fingers landed under her chin.
She squeaked in surprise at the touch. Her skin was raised with goosebumps as she tried to sneak a deep breath.
"I don't think I heard an answer, darling," Eddie whispered.
"Yes," she coughed, "unbutton the top so I can see your ribs, please."
Eddie chuckled at her shyness, teasingly unbuttoning the top half of his suit. Y/N tried to make it seem as if she wasn't interested in what else was under his clothes.
She reached forward to softly touch the ribs that were becoming a darker color compared to his white skin. For the first time since she met him, she was focused on her job. Eddie couldn't help but twitch as her fingers trailed across his ribs and stomach.
"I think it'll just bruise," she said gently, tracing the small marks. She stepped back, "You can button up. I'll give you some ice to take with you."
~
Eddie was sent on his way, holding an ice pack against his ribs. He craved a hot shower, but he wasn't sure if he could even have one. He took the ice to his cell and prepared to sleep the pain away.
But only two hours later, his body was screaming, and the ice was melted. Eddie didn't know the time, unsure if it was early or late. Eddie decided to get more ice to help him get more hours of sleep. And the hope he'd get to see her again.
He turned the corner and noticed a small light coming from the office. He walked in and was pleased to see her sitting at the desk. He gave the door a soft knock to alert his arrival.
"Thought I should return this."
Y/N was startled by the voice, jumping out of her skin as she turned to see him.
"Oh! Thank you. Usually, the officers bring those back in the morning...are you even allowed to be out right now?" She asked, looking over his shoulder.
"And give those dicks a reason to see you? Nah. And look where I am, baby. Does it look like I follow the rules?"
She had to give him that. She stood up and took the melted ice bag from his hands and threw it back in the freezer. Eddie shamelessly checked her out as she bent over.
"What's your name?" He asked
"Y/N, and yours?" She asked as she turned around. He was much closer than before. His body was almost right up against hers.
"Edward Munson, but you can call me Eddie," he said, a charming smile on his lips.
~~~
It only took one day for both of them to feel something. Eddie constantly found ways to visit her. Sometimes he picked fights, letting them beat him as badly as they could so he could limp his way to her. Other times he pretended to feel sick or that he was going mentally insane.
She always greeted him with the same smile and gentle touch. He was happy the other prisoners always went for his ribs and chest because he loved watching her get nervous when his upper body was exposed.
He could easily tell she was attracted to him and he felt the same for her. Life in prison was just as hell as people thought, but she added some life to the dull building. She gave Eddie a reason to smile.
Y/N was a little worried about how much Eddie found himself in her office. Some days he didn't even heal from his last fight, bruises adding on to other bruises. She had to admit that he pulled off a busted lip and bruised eye very well. Selfishly she enjoyed his trips to her office. She liked his company, and the more he came, the longer he stayed. Something was forming between them, and it definitely wasn't allowed.
~~~
Eddie walked down the hall, clenching his stomach as he faked a horrible stomach pain. The officer dropped him off and left without a word. The door was closed and Eddie was a little confused. He turned the knob and welcomed himself in.
His girl was there, perfect as always. But she wasn't alone. She stood in front of an officer using a stethoscope on his bare chest.
"Breath in for me,"
Eddie watched as the officer seemed to enjoy the moment too much.
"Kinda hard when you take my breath away," the officer chuckled. Eddie couldn't help but scoff at the flirty comment, making his presence known.
"Oh, Eddie, hi!" She smiled, joy on her face as she turned to him. "Just one second!"
She turned back to the officer, eager to get him to leave. "Well we are all set. Everything seems fine."
"You'll think about tonight right?" The officer asked
Eddie slit his eyes, sending a glare to the man.
"Uh.." she looked towards Eddie, then back, "Yeah, I'll think about it."
Once the officer left, Eddie strolled into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Oh that's supposed to stay open," she said, her voice growing quiet as she heard it lock.
"Oh? Then why was it closed with him?" She shivered at the venom in his voice. Her stomach filled with excitement as a jealous look covered his face.
"He asked," she gulped, his heavy steps reaching her feet as she stood still.
"Yeah, what else did he ask for?" Eddie questioned, beginning to unbutton his orange jumpsuit. "Something about tonight."
Y/N ignored the burn between her thighs as he continued to unbutton his suit past his stomach. She cast her eyes down for a quick glance then back up to his face. Her eyes yearned to look back to his happy trail and see where it disappeared.
"He asked me about having dinner together,"
Eddie moved fast, softly gripping her hair as he yanked her head up. She whined at the burn, her knees getting weak. He slowly leaned in, teasing his lips over hers. She felt the room grow warmer as his breath hit her lips, her eyes begging him to close the gap.
"Are you wanting to?" He whispered
"No," she said instantly, "please Eddie," she begged
"Please what?" He asked, "you want me to kiss you?"
She licked her lips as she tried to nod her head through his grip.
"My pleasure," he said against her lips before he kissed her. She moaned as his lips worked against hers, firm and passionate. His hands gripped her hips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue softly moving into her mouth.
She wasn't sure if she was allowed to touch him, her hands burning to feel his skin as his tongue danced with hers. She nervously placed her hands on his shoulders as she tried to fight back in the kiss. It was no use, though; he had all the power.
He pulled back, smirking as she followed his lips. "Get on that bed, baby girl." He whispered, stepping back as he stripped out of his suit. She scrambled to the tiny bed.
She held her breath as he stood in his boxers, his hard-on caught her attention as she shamelessly stared. She felt herself drool when his hand landed over himself and softly rubbed himself. The sound that left his body made Y/N clench her thighs.
"I'm going to show you who's really in charge around here."
She felt locked in a trance as he walked over to her. His hands were on her in seconds, easily taking all the material off of her skin. She felt nervous about the idea of being naked in front of him but the way he looked at her made her feel like she had nothing to be shy about.
His hot mouth was on her skin as his hands trailed down her stomach. She shivered as she felt his hand growing closer to the wetness between her thighs.
Eddie sucked on her neck as his fingers slid in between her soaked folds. She moaned out as his fingers slid inside her, stretching her open.
"Think you can handle my cock, pretty girl?" He teased, his breath hot against her skin as she began to rock against his fingers. She whined in response, her thighs turning into jelly.
"Yes, please," she begged, throwing her head back his fingers sped up.
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"And this is my boyfriend, Wanderer,"
More of a dare or a joke, rather than being completely serious. You and Wanderer had some tension, of course, but nothing set in stone. No labels. You weren't even sure if he'd ever called you his friend. Let alone his partner.
You expected to see anger when you looked back at his face. Wanderer didn't enjoy being teased. The blue eyed man already had a tendency to scowl and such a rude expression would only get worse when he felt as if he were being made fun of. It was fun to toy with him regardless, especially when you found out he was all bark and no bite. The expression more cute to you than menacing.
Turning to face him after introducing him to your acquaintance, you were met with something completely different instead. A small smile. A pleasant one. A light dusting of pink across his pale cheeks, downcast eyes that tried desperately not to show their joy, and smile uncharacteristic of him. Despite his shy demeanor at his surprising title, he still stood at full height, full of a rich confidence that he always seemed to exude.
"Yeah," he muttered softly, his voice distant and full of satisfaction, "We're dating."
Now it was your turn to flush at the bold assurance, taken aback by how quickly; how eagerly he seemed to take to the title. A display of affection you'd never expect from the typically modest Wanderer, he even went as far to hold your hand, like he was making sure that the other person knew that you were his.
You loved teasing Wanderer, it was your favorite past time. The deep grimace or scowl on his doll like features was cute to you, but this look he had on his face now? This look of pride that seemed to be pushing down a bashful smile was even cuter. You think you liked it more.
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[SUMMARY: Joel teaches Marlene’s younger sister about how a man cums.]
Smut smut smut
“What did you mean by…you didn’t pull out? Last night after we-“
“Had sex” he cleared his throat.
“I wonder if he was always this grumpy”
You raised a brow to Ellie as Joel walked off to check the perimeter.
“My guess is yes” she shrugged.
Had you known who your older sister Marlene had sent you off with, you would’ve never agreed. Had it not been for Ellie, you definitely would’ve never gone along.
Your sister knew you developed a closeness with Ellie and asked you to go along with her and Joel to eventually meet at the destination. Never had you met him before but you definitely heard of him.
“You both will be fine with him, he knows what he’s doing” was all Marlene told you privately, yet you still felt some doubt. After all, she was the only one who had met him prior.
Without explaining much Joel led you to what seemed like some kind of a trap. Standing by a gate as it opened you looked ahead curiously.
“Where are we?” Ellie asked.
“A friend’s house” was all he responded with.
Silently following him to the door, you watched as he let himself in and followed.
“Don’t touch anything” he uttered low before he stopped in his tracks to find a letter on a table by the front door. Whatever the letter said, you could see the disappointment linger in him. He swallowed uncomfortably and silently tore the letter into pieces before walking away.
“So what are we doing?” Ellie asked eagerly following behind him.
“We stay here for the night, gather some supplies, fill up the tank and take the car-“
“You’re gonna take their car?” Your question making him turn to you.
“Mhm” he responded flatly and turned away.
He wasn’t one to explain much, you either went along with what he said or you didn’t.
Marlene warned you about this but assured you whatever it was would be for your best.
Once you learned the house was filled with food and water, you each excitedly took a turn taking a shower.
Well, you and Ellie seemed the most excited.
Looking around the house wearing a bath robe you found, you almost didn’t feel like any of this was real.
Grabbing a bottle of wine that was on the table you poured yourself a glass as Ellie watched.
“Might as well” You shrugged when she suddenly raised her brows looking behind you.
“Woah look at you!” You turned to find Joel freshly showered in a button flannel with his wet hair slick back. For just a second he seemed a bit bashful until he laid eyes on you and took a quick glance at what you were wearing and at the glass of wine in your hand.
“Don’t mind me” Ellie’s playful tone making you and Joel look at her as she grabbed the bottle of wine.
“Put it down” Joel ordered.
“Gosh ok, fun killer” she rolled her eyes with a chuckle as Joel stood awkwardly looking back at you before he walked into the living room.
For just a moment you found yourself overcome with a heat you had never really felt before.
An attraction you didn’t expect.
To say Joel looked insanely hot fresh out of a shower, was an understatement.
“Helloooo” Ellie’s voice distracted you from your thoughts.
How long had she been talking?
You looked over to see Joel enter a room and close the door behind him as you turned with Ellie and walked to the opposite side of the house.
“I’m getting tired” Ellie sighed on the couch.
“So go to sleep” you yourself yawned sitting opposite from her. She was quick to fall asleep as you found yourself struggling to find a comfortable position, you refused to sleep on a chair and went off to another bedroom.
It was another long lonely night for Joel, his cock pushing against the tough material of his jeans as he lay back in bed with his hands behind his head.
Thoughts of you crossing his mind.
He tried to fight those thoughts the best he could, but the frustration of not having had a woman in what felt like years was getting harder for him to ignore.
He wasn’t close to Marlene, frankly he didn’t give a shit about her but he made a promise to protect her younger sister, not fantasize about fucking her. His lust for you becoming harder to ignore he gave in and roughly unzhipped his pants far enough where his cock was completely out. Spitting on his hand he began to slowly tug at his cock, staring at the ceiling thinking about what your body must look like beneath that heavy bath robe you wore.
Closing his eyes he let his very vivid imagination take over him when suddenly the sound of the door opening made him jump.
You had walked in and froze at the sight before you.
“The hell you doin?!” He attempted to grab a sheet to cover himself but wrapped so tightly beneath the mattress he failed at pulling it out.
You could’ve sworn Joel went to the other room, did he not?
Obviously he didn’t.
Still, you stood in shock…amazed at the sight of a grown mans erect cock.
Of course, you had seen many in pictures, you weren’t a virgin but…you did only have sex once. It was months ago and for you it didn’t count, you couldn’t even tell when it ended, the man didn’t care to pleasure you nor show you anything. All you knew was that a man would thrust into a woman’s cunt until he came, whatever that meant..
Closing the door behind you not taking your eyes off of what was before you, you walked towards him.
“What are you doin’? Get out of here-“ he pushed himself half way up struggling to cover his erection with his hand.
You could feel the sensation of flutters between your thighs, your cunt pulsating to feel something.
To feel him.
He watched your hands take hold of your robe and he knew what you were about to do.
“No-“ he faintly shook his head looking directly at you as you let the bath robe fall to the ground.
“Jesus….honey, please...” he whispered focusing on every part of your body, better than what he could imagine
Looking down at him, it was as if he couldn’t move. He seemed in a trance focused on your plump breasts before you slowly pushed him completely back onto the bed. Pressing his lips together he breathed deeply watching as your fingers swirled downward around the buttons on his shirt before stopping at his erect cock. His eyes darting between you and his cock wondering what you would do until you took hold of his thick length in your hands.
“Honey-“ he panted just as you felt him place his hand on the back of your thigh. You knew what you wanted to do next and without saying a word you took him fully into your mouth. His body instantly tensing at the feel of your warm mouth, your head bobbing in a rhythm until you felt yourself about to gag.
All you could hear was noises coming from him that you couldn’t make out.
Isn’t this what your friend said men loved?
Pushing yourself to continue, you had no idea how focused he was watching you. His jaw tense as you felt his hand creep up your back until he stopped on the back of your neck.
He was hesitant to hold your mouth on him but you felt him slightly squeeze you, a part of him somehow still trying to resist something he knew he couldn’t. Coming up for air you gagged as he said something incoherently through heavy breaths. Your jaw slightly sore as you struggled to catch your breath.
His chest falling and rising deeply, he watched as you began to unbutton his shirt one by one. His cock jerking wanting to feel your lips once more, wanting to feel you. You had no idea just how weak your touch made him, how long he had yearned for the feel of a woman.
Never had you been on top during sex but you remember your friends talking about it and even sharing pictures they had found from magazines. You remembered one photo specifically, the way the woman straddled the man and something in you pushed you to try it. Joel had no idea how inexperienced you truly were as you climbed over him and balanced yourself guiding him to your entrance. He could feel the heat of your wet cunt hovering over him and as you lowered yourself you were met by the unexpected girth of his cock.
“I don’t know how long I can go baby”
He tried to warn you but you not knowing exactly what he meant and listening to your own urges simply nodded. His hands on your hips he helped guide you taking him completely in, your lips open in shock as you balanced yourself on his chest. You noticed his jaw tense, a crease between his brows deepening feeling how you tightly wrapped around him.
Without saying a word, you did just as the magazine showed and began to ride him slowly. His fingers imprinting into your skin as he looked down watched himself disappear in you. His cock glistening from your juices building up around him, Joel had completely lost himself in the pleasure.
Was this the way sex was suppose to feel like?
A moan that even surprised you left your lips much louder than you meant to making Joel quickly look up at you.
“Tell me how it feels” he demanded watching your expressions change with each stroke.
Yet you almost couldn’t speak.
“Tell me-“ he spoke through clenched teeth. He needed to hear it.
“You feel so..good” you panted.
“Oh baby” he squeezed your hips thrusting upward until he felt an intensity he hadn’t felt in forever taking over him.
“Fuck-“ his body tensed, he almost looked as if he was in pain.
“Joel?” You whispered confused.
“Get off-“ he barely could speak clearly.
“What?” You gasped as his grip on you tightened, he threw his neck back squeezing his eyes shut letting out the loudest deepest groan you’ve ever heard a man make. Lifting both your bodies off the bed Joel in that moment felt every inch of his body over come in ecstasy; as if the world had stopped around him.
“Fuck-“ he breathed his eyes still closed. Looking down at him cluelessly, your hands on his chest, you didn’t know what to say.
“Did I..did I hurt you?” You whispered.
His eyes slowing opening, still in daze, his lips parted attempting to speak but before he could a knock startled you both.
“Joel? Are you okay?”
It was Ellie, his moan waking her up out of her deep sleep of course.
“Yes!” He choked out.
“Bad dream!” Was all he could say.
“Oh uh, okay” Ellie walked off back to the couch and closed her eyes again.
Still struggling to catch his breath, Joel looked up at you a bit confused himself. Why on earth would you think you hurt him? Here you still sat on him, feeling him throb inside you.
“You mind, honey?” He asked making you jump.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry-“ you quickly got off him taking a few steps back.
Joel knew he fucked up, he knew he shouldn’t have fucked you, let alone cum in you.
But god dammit you felt so good.
“Are you okay?” You whispered.
With a frustrated glare at your question he pushed himself up. Not saying a word he cleaned himself off and buttoned his pants back up.
“Why do you keep askin’ me that?” He stood up buttoning his shirt.
“Because….it looked like I hurt you…you were in pain” Joel furrowed his brows puzzled with your words.
“Pain? I beg your pardon”
“So I didn’t hurt you?” Each time you spoke it only left Joel more confused. It was as if you knew nothing about sex and how it worked.
“If it wasn’t for the way you rode me, I would’ve thought you were a damn virgin with the way you’re talkin’” he noticed you stood silent and his expression changed.
“Shit…don’t tell me you’re a-“
“I’m not” you quickly intervened as you put on your robe.
“I mean…I only had sex once but-“
Joel took a deep breath brushing his hand over his lips. You really didn’t know what the fuck just happened.
“I don’t know…some things…” you spoke hesitantly. Joel looked down at you still out of breath, his hands on his hips not exactly sure how to go about this.
“What do you know?” You could hear the frustration in his voice.
“You’re mad-“
“I ain’t…mad” he noticed his tone and spoke calmer.
“Tell me, whaddyah know?”
“I mean, I know how sex works…I know um…-“
“How’d ya know how to get on top of me?”
He blurt out.
“Some friends I had, had shown me some magazines and-“
“Did you read what those magazines said?”
“Not really…” you whispered. Taking a deep breath he looked down realizing he somehow got stuck in explaining to you exactly what sex was, explaining to you what he had just done.
“Well…as for me being in pain-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly. Quite frankly you had taken him out of his misery.
“You just…you made me cum” you looked at him blankly still unsure what that meant.
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes-no…yes” Joel himself looked flustered.
“So why did you look like I hurt you?”
“I just hadn’t felt that in a long time, it was…a lot”
“I felt you…you were throbbing when you-“
“Alright that’s enough” he turned away.
“Why are you acting like this is a bad thing?” You walked towards him as he stopped in his tracks.
“It shouldn’t have happened” he turned back to you rather serious.
“But it felt good… What’s the problem?” The more you spoke the more frustrated he became.
“What are you afraid of, my sister Marlene?-“
“I ain’t afraid of your sister” he cut you off coldly.
“So then-“
“God dammit, I came in you!” He yelled louder than he meant to as you looked up at him confused. Grabbing your arms as he looked back at the door making sure Ellie hadn’t heard, he pulled you close to him.
“I didn’t pull out” he spoke low.
“You could get pregnant-“
“Pregnant?” Joel had no idea how naive you were, the innocent fear in your eyes making him feel a wave of guilt.
“I-…I can’t get pregnant” you shook your head.
“That can’t happen, Joel. I…I can’t…my sister would kill me-“
“Your sister should’ve informed you better, didn’t you get schooled?”
“Marlene rather I had focused on training instead of school work. I mean, I knew…I knew sex could lead to pregnancy I just didn’t know how and-oh my god” he could see the panic in you rise.
“I should get out of here” you ran out the door before Joel could even stop you. Your mind running a mile a minute, everything made sense now. You heard about women around you speak about their menstrual cycle, some mentioning being late…
Women still did fall pregnant regardless of what was going on, you just didn’t think it would happen to you.
The next day you met Joel and Ellie in the living room gathering supplies. Joel took a double look at you as you entered the room, your presence easily distracting him.
“Morning” you whispered to both.
“What have you guys found?” You asked looking down at the table.
“Everything and more” Ellie grinned.
“He’s even letting me have my own gun”
You quickly looked at Joel who shook his head.
“Aw come on, could’ve pulled a prank on her with me” Joel remained serious, focused on all he was taking.
“I’m gonna go check out the car, see what stuff they have in the garage” Ellie walked off leaving you two alone for the first time since last night.
“You alright?” He asked without looking up.
“Mhm”
“Look, I’m sorry I freaked you out last night. It’s something you should’ve known, it ain’t your fault” his eyes eventually met yours making your heart skip a beat.
“I just want you to know that if…if that ends up happening…we’ll deal with it together…somehow. Alright?” You felt some kind of relief although you had no idea how any of it would even play out.
“Ok” you whispered.
“Can I ask you something?” You continued, Joel nodded.
“What did you mean by…you didn’t pull out? Last night after we-“
“Had sex” he cleared his throat.
Adjusting himself in his chair, his feet’s widely apart from each other he sighed.
“Um, usually…I mean-“ he raised his brows unsure of how to explain what you asked.
“Usually men wear a condom to prevent a pregnancy.”
“A condom?” You raised a brow.
“Mhm. Somethin’ a man puts on but I wasn’t wearing one and the next resort is to pull out before…before cummin’”
“Why didn’t you? Did you know you were gonna cum before you did?” Joel rubbed the back of his neck, droplets of sweats building up on his forehead.
“Uh…yes-“
“So why didn’t you pull out?” You whispered.
“I couldn’t.” He looked up at you biting his bottom lip.
“Why not?”
“Because I couldn’t god dammit, it felt too good and I couldn’t get you off in time and it’s my damn fault and I apologize, alright? Enough with the damn questions.” Joel left you speechless, what could you possibly say to that?
Joel went back to going through things he had found, he seemed to be in the middle of working on screwing something back on as you watched. Putting full force into twisting something he made a similar sound to the night before. A groan that caught your attention. He noticed with the corner of his eye the way you looked at him and instantly stopped what he was doing.
“What is it?”
“Uh…nothing”
Joel looked back down continuing what he was doing until he did it again. Instantly flooding your mind with thoughts from last night.
“Can you stop doing that?” Your sudden tone made him look up.
“Stop what?”
“That sound…that damn sound you make”
He furrowed his brows putting down what he had in his hand, his eyes still on you.
“I beg your pardon”
“It just….it sounds like when…”
“Like?”
“Like when…when you came” you blurt out.
Joel stood silent in that moment struggling to fight back thoughts he was having. Curiosity eating up at him as you stood innocently in front of him, he couldn’t help himself but wonder...
“A man ever make you cum?”
“What?” You responded almost embarrassed.
“Me?”
“Yes you”
You shook your head silently.
Joel looked over his shoulder making sure Ellie was no where near before he made his way to you. Cornering you against the wall you looked up at him confused.
“What are you doing?”
“You know, darlin’? You talk an awful lot sometimes” he pulled you by your belt unbuckling it.
“Joel-“ he unbuttoned your pants.
“Wait-“
“I thought you said we shouldn’t have done what we did last night” you whispered.
In his mind Joel was battling what was right, what was wrong…what he wanted and he couldn’t stop himself.
“I just think it’s fair I make you feel how you made me feel…at least once” his voice was tempting, his eyes making you melt. Slowly you nodded and allowed him to stick his hand in your pants. His foot making you part your legs, sliding one foot farther away from the other. Joel moved slowly, first allowing his fingers to feel you over the soft fabric of your underwear. Somehow just a simple touch sent shivers down your spine, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he felt your pussy lips agonist his fingers. He watched your eyes almost roll back, you felt yourself aroused by his touch. Slowly he pushed your underwear aside, letting his fingers pry apart your lips to instantly feel you were already wet.
“Oh honey..” he whispered as he pushed you against the wall with his body. You felt his finger begin to do something you’ve never felt, he began to move it in a circular motion right on your clit. Tingling sensations shooting up your abdomen, your breathing became harder to control. He watched as the pleasure built up inside you, your body sinking into his as you let out a soft whimper. Joel took your arm and placed it over his shoulder, allowing you to hold on to him as he moved his finger faster.
That’s when you noticed he was hard ready to burst out of his pants. Reaching to his crotch area he caught your arm before you could touch him.
“Mm mm, I’m workin’ on you right now, honey”
You could feel the pleasure begin to grow as if something would burst inside you. Your legs quivering you moaned as a pressure you had never felt increased.
“Oh my god” you dug your nails into the back of his neck making him move faster, his other arm holding you up around your waist as you struggled to stay balanced.
“Don’t fight it, baby, let it go” he demanded in a rough whisper. You couldn’t stop it if you tried, an overpowering rush of pleasure consumed you making you cry out like you never had. Joel’s eyes filled with instant fulfillment watching as the intensity took over you.
“Good girl” his hand caressed your neck, his forehead on yours, you panted as your pussy throbbed against his fingers. You couldn’t speak as he carried you onto a table against the wall.
He wasn’t done with you just yet.
He pulled your pants completely off and unzipped his as you still sat in a trance coming back from cloud nine. Placing himself between your legs, he watched your eyes widen as you slid himself in you. Holding your body up against him Joel fucked you as if he had something to make up for, as if you both were running out of time together. Grabbing onto him for dear life you moaned with each deep thrust, you never knew something could feel so good. His hands dug into your hair, pulling your neck back forcing you to look up at him. That’s when he kissed you, his tongue danced around yours as he moved his hips slowly. Muffling your moans he made sure every inch of him left you wanting more. Parting his lips from yours he didn’t take his eyes off you, his pace growing fast once more, your eyes rolling back.
“Oh god, it’s happening..again”
“Mhm” he thrusted harder, tugging at your hair with more force until he felt you tighten around him and your body jerked against his. Your moans making him reach his climax before he quickly pulled out and came on your thigh.
You panted looking down as he jerked himself off and watched his cum pour out of him. A deep breath of relief he closed his eyes before you heard the garage door close.
“Oh shit, she’s coming-“ you whispered as you both jumped to fix yourselves back to normal as fast as you could when she appeared at the door. Your back to Joel as you struggled to catch your breath, you pretended to be looking through a random book laying around as Joel continued packing.
“What’s wrong with you, Joel?” Ellie asked curiously noticing how out of breath he was.
“Huh? nothin’”
“Why are you so sweaty?”
“Cause I’m the only one putting every damn together, here-“ he threw her a small bag.
“Why don’t ya take that to the car, I’ll be right there” Ellie silently grabbed the bag, shrugged and walked out.
“Think she noticed?” Joel spoke looking over his shoulder before turning back to you realizing you didn’t respond, only to see you struggling to keep your balance by the wall.
“What’s wrong?” He quickly stood up walking towards you.
“I um-“ your voice trembled.
“My legs can’t stop shaking” you whispered. Joel couldn’t help but smirk.
“Are you gonna laugh at me? I can’t help it”
“ I ain’t laughing at cha”
“Sure seems like it”
“You have my word, I really ain’t. But now you know how you left me last night, guess we’re even.” Joel turned away with a chuckle as he grabbed another bag and walked to the car.
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After scouring the city for the correct place, with little cash, clothes and phone on hand. You managed to secure a liveable apartment.
You eye the different small apartments eagerly. Each door is different and still the same plain colors. Finding the correct one, you knock on the door politely.
“Hi!” Your eye peers through the small door hole. Adjusting the small welcoming basket on your hip. You back away as a familiar male opens the door in surprise.
“Hi..?”
“I'm your new neighbor, (Y/N)! I just moved, thought it'd be nice to drop by and share.”
You hold out the basket, it wasn't an expensive one. But you hoped it would do.
“Lin Ling, right?”
“Oh! Yeah, h-how did you-?”
“The complex owner told me. Said’ you were rarely at the apartments.” You shrug.
“My.. Schedule is a bit, much.”
The door opens more.
“Mind telling me as we eat snacks?” You gesture to the basket as he takes it from you. Letting you inside as the door closes shut, curious chatter between the two of you.
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“Aww, cute Moon poster!”
“Hey! Shuush!”
He smacks at your arm as you shrug. “She's really… Amazing, honestly.”
You smile thoughtfully at his smitten look. Glancing back at the T.V as Love Recipe played, lips thinning at the image of Nice and Moon seated together like a “couple”.
“I bet she'd like you more than Nice.”
“Wha-!? Now you're just teasing!” He flicks his snack at you angrily.
“See what I mean? She'd love that!” You laugh, as Lin Ling scoffs. Getting up from your couch as he goes to grab a drink from the fridge.
You eye the screen as the two Heros talk with the host. The smile leaves your face as your phone lights up, showing the date as you sigh.
“Hey, Lin Ling…”
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Feeling the wind ruffle your clothes, you watch Lin Ling bemoan and curse. The frown on your face deepens as you hear the sound of footsteps coming towards the both of you. Hands twitching, you keep it together as Nice becomes closer in view.
Nice makes his signature pose to the both of you, his feet becoming closer to the edge.-
“NOW!”
The both of you grab ahold of his cape, pulling him back harshly as his smile disappears.
“Hurry!”
The sound of his manager calls from down below the building's stairs. Without turning to the Hero, you close your eyes and take a deep breath…
Reopening as the scene changes into Lin Lings apartment.
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Lin Ling walks beside you, tablet in hand as you two discuss the next topic at hand. The streets are rather less busy than usual.
“I told you, this ad is perfect!”
“B-but how will we transfer it-?”
“I can handle it no worr-... ies-.” You pause in your stride, glancing at the vending machine nearby.
Jogging over, you skid to a halt as you eye the flavorful and flavorless drinks. The shine of the cans dazzling from the glass showcasing them.
“Want one?”
You ask, digging through your pockets for a few coins as you grin. Lin Ling sighs, clicking at the screen of the tablet as he places it in his bag securely. Tucking it away as he watches you look for the coin slot.
“So… Have you messaged her yet?” You raise a brow at Lin Ling as he blushes. Fiddling with his bags strap as he turns to you with bashful confidence. Nodding with a slight hum as you groan. “Damn, I had a bet with-” You’re interrupted by an angry, confused shriek from the male beside you.
“-WHAT! You betted on me with those two!? Is that why we still even check up on them!” He knew it wasn’t the reason, but still!
You give Lin Ling a half-hearted shrug of pity.
“Well… It’s more so being houseguests and it came up for fun conversation when you went to grab drinks in the other room.”
“My personal love life has nothing to do with that!” Lin Ling groans, imagining the former Hero and Villain duo smiling smugly at him next time he shows up for a visit.
You pat his shoulder apologetically.
“You and Moon are the winners regardless of the bet.”
“...Thanks. But I’m still gonna tell Moon next time.”
You shiver, trying not to imagine the wrath.
Finding at least a couple of coins, you stick a few in. Tapping at the machine as it beeps at the purchase.
“Crap! I ordered too much!” You pull out two, watching the third one with despair. Passing a can to Lin Ling, he thanks you quietly.
Grabbing the third can, you wait, holding the cans tighter as you take note of the presence coming closer. Taking a small turn as you head back to Lin Ling side with an excited smile. “Well, at least these are pretty good!” You raise the cans slightly with awe.
Dressed in a black business suit, a man walks closer to the vending machine. Not minding you or Lin Ling as he pulls out a coin from his pocket-
You take a step near him.
“Here.”
Holding out the drink towards him, he pauses, tilting his head to you. His dark circle rim glasses fogged up from the light, his lips quirking up in surprise.
You could feel the affection spilling out into your veins at his thoughtful look, the grip on the drink becomes looser as you smile at him.
Slowly, his free arm reaches up, taking hold of the tin can as your fingers touch.
A small glimpse of a confident grin on his face as small traces of white glinting on his suit.
You hold in the gasp in your throat.
His own eyes widening at you, the two of you stare at one another more carefully.
You don’t let your eyes stray from his, nor duck away with a tail between your legs. You smile more determinedly at him. Hopeful, maybe even a little worried, yet you don’t sway as the soda fully leaves your grip.
You slowly let your arm back down to your side as the business man now smiles, nodding. “Thanks.” He says politely, moving past you as he walks another direction.
Lin Ling opens his drink, sipping at it as he realized you hadn't said a word, nor made a movement after the encounter of the suited man.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah.” Your voice squeaks out as Lin Lings almost drops his drink.
He speeds over to your side with utter worry, taking one look at you as he gasps. Taking a step back, he hears the familiar sound of his phone. A special ringtone for the both of you, he glances at his pocket. Before zone-ing back on you, analyzing the situation more.
.
.
.
“..Who was that?” Lin Ling asks, tone becoming lighter as he sips at the drink. A small grin on his face as he takes note of your flusteredness.. A golden opportunity to tease you!
“Hero… X.”
You reply softly, moving a step forward- “PFFFFFTTTTHHHHHHHHH-!!!”
“...”
“U..g..uh…” Lin Ling coughs, wiping at his mouth as the syrupy drink drips down his shirt.
You glance at yourself and frown, the sweet carbonated liquid, mixed with your friends spit dripped over your own shirt.
“G-good joke..!” He laugh was airy as he wheezes.
You grin, walking forward. Tapping at the can, grip becoming tighter as a chuckle leaves you. The two of you laughing about as Lin ling pulls out his phone, another ringtone blaring between the two of you.
You let out a sigh, glancing at the neon light ads hovering about. A few familiar, while others new, one of them being some ad a amusement park, another of Hero X. His smile full of confidence as the ad plays beside his silhouette.
“Ah! Moon said we can come by! Though we’d have to bring take-out for entry.” Lin Ling says with a eye roll, his smitten smile betraying the action. Typing back to the other female as he pockets the phone away.
You nod as the two of you talk while heading towards the restaurant.
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[Aughh! This was made before ep 4! If yall get the easter eggs or parrells let me know! I really wanna write more this series if yall are intrested! Reblogs, comments, art, hearts are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! See you later! I!]
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Date Night Duel
Word Count: 539 Summary:“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. “This is probably the best surprise anyone’s ever given me.” Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader
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The moment Seonghwa stepped into the living room, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room had been completely transformed into a Star Wars battleground. Dim lighting, space-themed decorations, and the centerpiece of it all—two gleaming lightsabers resting on the coffee table.
“Surprise!” you grinned, holding up a Jedi robe. “We’re having a Star Wars date night!”
Seonghwa let out an incredulous laugh, stepping closer to examine the setup. “You seriously planned all this?” His fingers ghosted over the lightsaber hilts, awe flickering in his gaze.
“I seriously did.” You picked up the second lightsaber and ignited it, the bright glow illuminating your excited expression. “And you better believe we’re having a duel.”
That was all it took. Seonghwa’s competitive spark ignited, and he wasted no time grabbing the other saber and flicking it on. “Oh, you are so going down.”
The duel started slow—playful at first, with exaggerated stances and over-the-top twirls. But soon enough, it escalated into a fast-paced battle. Seonghwa moved with the grace and precision of someone who had secretly practiced for this moment his whole life. He smirked as he twirled his saber effortlessly. “You underestimate my power.”
“Don’t try it,” you shot back, grinning before lunging forward. The clash of your sabers filled the room as you both dodged, spun, and parried. Seonghwa’s laughter echoed as you nearly backed him into a corner, only for him to swiftly turn the tables and disarm you in one smooth motion.
He tapped the tip of his saber against your shoulder. “I win.”
You gasped in mock betrayal, clutching your chest as if he had truly struck you down. “Nooo, I was supposed to bring balance to the Force!”
Seonghwa chuckled, switching off his saber before kneeling beside you. “Maybe next time, Padawan.” He extended a hand to help you up, but instead of pulling you to your feet, he tugged you into a tight embrace.
You blinked up at him, surprised at the sudden shift in mood. His arms were warm around you, his heartbeat steady against your ear.
“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. “This is probably the best surprise anyone’s ever given me.”
Your playful grin faltered into something more tender. “Really?”
He nodded, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. There was a warmth in his expression that went beyond the thrill of lightsaber battles. “I know it’s just a fun, silly thing, but… Star Wars has meant a lot to me since I was a kid. And the fact that you did all this… it just—” He exhaled, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips. “It means a lot. You mean a lot.”
Your heart swelled as you reached up to cup his cheek, thumb grazing over the slight pink dusting his skin. “I just wanted to make you happy.”
“You did,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “More than you know.”
With a final squeeze, he pulled you back into his arms, content to stay there for as long as you'd let him. And just like that, your Star Wars date night became one of those memories you’d both treasure forever—one filled with laughter, light, and love.
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Carl Gallagher x male reader
Carl flirts with him every chance he gets. But one day the reader flirts back and he freezes up.
When the Tables Turned

Pairing : Carl Gallagher x M Reader Tags: Flirting, Fluff. Word count : 777 Y/n: Your name L/n: your last name
It was a typical day in the Gallagher household, a chaotic symphony of mismatched sounds and messy lives. The sun barely peeked through the dirty windows, illuminating the clutter and the occasional flying object that signified a Gallagher squabble. Y/N had been a part of this chaotic world for a while now, friends with Ian, and somehow having found a home amidst the uproar that was the Gallagher family.
Carl Gallagher was a force of nature. He was wild and unpredictable, a spark of energy in the house, always seeking thrills and pushing boundaries. Known for his charming grin and confident swagger, he had made it a habit to flirt with Y/N at every possible moment—joking about their compatibility, bragging about his latest escapades, or simply teasing them with playful banter.
"Hey, Y/N," Carl shouted from across the room one evening, his eyes bright and mischievous. "If you need a partner in crime, you know where to find me. I mean, who wouldn’t want to commit a little friendly arson with me?"
Y/N rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face. "Sorry, Carl, I have morals. Jury might be out on you, though."
"Oh, come on! I’d only set the house on fire a little bit. Just a tiny blaze. I promise I won’t let you get burned!" he shot back, a twinkle in his eyes, making it hard for Y/N to resist the playful banter.
This was their routine—playful exchanges followed by Carl's relentless charm. It was endearing, in a way. But this time, Y/N felt a wave of courage wash over them. There was something exhilarating about the banter, and maybe they could turn the tables just once.
Days went by, and with each passing moment, Carl continued to flirt with him, seeming to revel in the way he teased back. They knew he liked the attention, and they couldn't help but play along for fun. But ever since Y/N started flirting back, Carl’s confidence began to chip away bit by bit.
One evening, as the chaos in the Gallagher house reached a new level Y/N found Carl alone in the kitchen, raiding the fridge.
“Hey, Carl,” Y/N called, leaning against the door frame with an easy smile. “Looking for something to eat? Or just trying to find another excuse to flirt with me?”
Carl’s head snapped up, caught off guard. His signature smirk faltered for a fraction of a moment. “You know, I was just—uh, checking for snacks. Ever heard of a balanced diet? You can’t have fun on an empty stomach, right?”
Y/N stepped closer, determination bubbling in his chest. “Well, maybe if I promised to keep you fueled, you'd consider taking me to a party sometime. You know, you and I could be the hottest couple that place has ever seen.”
Carl opened his mouth to reply, but words failed him. For the first time, the boy who could charm anyone stumbled over his own tongue. He blinked, his expression flitting between surprise and disbelief. “Wait, what?”
“The hottest couple? You know, it’s a compliment. Imagine the chaos we could wreak together! And I’m sure I could keep you out of trouble. Or, at least, help you look good while getting into it,” Y/N winked, fully feeling the thrill over the boldness of his flirtation.
Carl’s cheeks flushed, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. The confident, swagger-filled boy who normally thrived under pressure felt like a fish out of water. “Yeah, um…” he stammered, running a hand through his hair, which only added to his charm. “I… I’m down for that. I mean, yeah, party. Sounds cool.”
His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a bashfulness that sent a strange exhilaration through Y/N’s veins. He enjoyed seeing this side of him — the boy who was invincible suddenly looked almost... vulnerable.
With the atmosphere thick between them, Y/N laughed, stepping a little closer. “So you’ll bring the chaos, and I’ll bring the snacks? Sounds like a plan.”
Carl regained his composure, a soft grin breaking across his face, the glimmer of his usual charm returning in an instant. “Deal. But just remember, if anyone gets burned, it’s not my fault.”
“I'll hold you to that,” Y/N teased, knowing he had somehow shifted the balance of their playful repartee.
With a smirk and a playful shove, he turned to leave, leaving Carl stammering a little longer in the kitchen, a smile spread across his face as the warmth of the moment sank in.
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in ur last svt post (which made me fold btw) you mentioned you love doing bf thoughts (and we love reading them!!) so i’m gonna be the one to do it… any dirty bf!wonwoo headcanons sweetie? 🫣
not me dropping two wonwoo asks in one day like i’m not hansol biased i’m gonna run away 🏃♀️ he’s so husband material tho (getting back into my svt phase is fun 🙂↕️)
lmaoo honestly it's valid being whipped for wonwoo, i am too even though i'm a seokmin and chan girlie (hansol is coming at me these days though...)
BF!WONWOO who's a silent lover, but who loves you so much that everyone can see who smitten by you he is.
another member of seventeen that i think is a very good listener. wonwoo is always ready to listen to you when you need to talk, be that because something funny happened to you or because you had a bad day. and he's also really good at giving you advice when you have a problem. he strikes me as someone who's emotionally smart, so it isn't difficult for him to know that you're sad without you having to tell hims. sometimes he'll notice that you're not doing well and he will prepare you a little snack and deliver it with a kiss and a sweet "i love you, i'm here if you need to talk." that almost makes you tear up from how caring he is. also, wonwoo's hugs must feel incredibly good, like being engulfed in a warm bubble of love that's so soothing you immediately relax in his embrace. you could literally spend your whole life hugging him because it's genuinely the best feeling in the world.
"it's okay darling, i'm here now. everything is going to be alright."
wonwoo would love to play video games with you. it's good if you are already into it, but it would be even better if you don't because he would love to teach you how to play his favourite games. he would even use it as an excuse to make you sit on his lap while he's trying to show you how to play. from there, you would often play together, but it's also not rare for you to simply sit in wonwoo's lap and watch him play, or take a nap there, lulled to sleep by his breathing and heartbeat. one of his favourite ways to spend a date night at home with you is playing board games. you'd pick out one or two games together, make yourself some tea and prepare snacks and then you'll spend your night playing together. the members often joke about how the two of you are like an old couple but you don't care because what matters is that you're having fun during these game nights. also, wonwoo loves to just stay at home with you, all cozy in your matching pajamas and getting to see you all relaxed. he obviously loves it when you're dressing up when the two of you are going out, but you're the most beautiful to him with only a big beautiful smile on your face.
"let's just watch a movie tonight, i don't want to see other people, only you."
he's adamant on reminding you of how beautiful you are every single day. and that's the way he says it that makes you blush - like it's the most natural thing ever and that it's obvious. however, when it's your turn to praise wonwoo, he gets shy and bashful, and you literally have to fight him to get him to accept the compliment. but wonwoo loves your insistence on adoring him and he loves the attention - he's down bad for you, but it's good to know that you're down bad for him as well. he would often take photos of you without you noticing when he thinks you look particularly pretty. he won't show these pictures to you, but he has folder of them on his phone and on his computer too, and he looks at them when he's away from you and that he misses you. wonwoo would put all these secret photos into a pretty album he made and decorated himself, and he would gift it to you for your anniversary. overall, he would gift you a lot of mindful things like these, and you keep all of them in a little box under your bed.
"when did you take this one nonu ?" - "when we went to the botanical garden, you were so pretty that day."
BF!WONWOO who's a service top and who loves to please you, but who can also get a little bit mean when he wants to.
wonwoo definitely loves cockwarming with you. when you sit on his lap while he's playing video games, it's not impossible that he'll end up pushing your panties to the side and slipping his cock inside of you, not moving at all. he just loves the intimacy of it, how much you trust him and relax into his touch immediately. but it's impossible to not get hard when your pussy feels this wet and this warm, nor when you're sometimes clenching around him. wonwoo usually gives up pretty quickly, because he loves the feeling as much as you. most of the time, he would grip your hips and help you drop down on his cock slowly until the both of you cum. but when he's feeling more needy, he would bend you over his desk and fuck you rough from behind until you're screaming his name. but sometimes, you can stay like this for a long time, even managing to fall asleep because it feels so warm and safe to be so close to him. it's the way you feel so comfortable around him that gets him going mostly.
"just sit on my cock for while baby, then i'll fuck you, okay ?"
overall, wonwoo just loves to please you in every way he can. he's inflexible about foreplay because he loves to have you cumming at least once before he fucks you - his girl should get as much orgasms as possible because you only deserve the best. he woul often keep his glasses on while eating you out, because even if it's the most comfortable for him, he knows how crazy you go when he looks up at you through the fogged lenses and how hot you think he is when he has them on. wonwoo prefers positions where he can see your face as he fucks you, so missionary is a must with him. he loves to see your face contort when you're close to the edge, and he loves to watch you as he brings you to your orgasm - your pretty expressions and the sounds you make often enough to trigger his own release. again, he loves how close he can be to you in this position, chest and forehead pressed against each other's, whispering praises and love confessions against your lips while he ruts his hips into you deep.
"you're so pretty darling… so fucking pretty like this."
despite him being very romantic, he also knows how much you like it when he shows you how strong he is. wonwoo would definitely manhandle you into bending over for him if that's what you want - and he's not gonna lie by saying that he doesn't like it when you become all putty in his hands because he's holding your hands firmly behind your back. it's quite good for his ego too to hear you gush about how attractive he is, how hot his strength and his muscles are. wonwoo also uses it to his advantage when you've been a little tease or that he's frustrated. all these hours spent at the gym are worth it when it allows him to hold you down against the mattress while he pounds into you until you're crying out his name and that tears are running down your face. of course, he's always mindful of any signs of discomfort when he's rougher, but you both love it when wonwoo doesn't hold back and ruins you. it feels rewarding to know that he can make his girl scream his name so loud that the neighbors complain the next day.
"i'm not gonna let you go until you're dripping baby, i need to have you again."
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