#I had to go to work right after and forgot about it

[muqingslover]

[ Back again! Did you guys miss me? I sure missed you! As a gift I offer Sylus' NSFW alphabet! I totally forgot about this after Caleb's im so sorry 😞]

A = Aftercare

After sex with Sylus is incredibly soft. He will make sure you don't have to lift a single finger and do everything for you. He will bathe you, dress you and then put you to bed, tucked away safely in his arms.

Sylus likes to talk to you just before you fall asleep. Sometimes about random topics, sometimes about something he has planned for the next day and, for most of the time, about you; The way your hair feels when he plays with it, how cute you look when you snuggle against him and of course, how much he loves you.

B = Bondage

Personally, he prefers bounding you compared to the other way around. Sylus is extremely hands on in the bedroom; Anything that will make it difficult for him to touch you as he wishes is just not ideal.

He will also go to great lengths to make sure the restraints used are custom made to be extra comfortable regardless of how much you struggle against them and won't cause any bruising or tearing on your skin.

C = Crying:

Given the fact Sylus is familiar with BDSM he knows to expect tears during sex. That however won't stop him from making sure they're from genuine pleasure and checking to see if you need a break. Once he is confident there is nothing wrong he actually enjoys knowing you feel so good it's a little overwhelming.

D = Dominance:

Soft dom!Sylus all the way! if you think otherwise then this blog is not for you.

A lot of people mistake doms for the "hardcore alpha daddy" stereotype because of media, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Sylus is a great example of it!

Being the dominant one is not only about what happens in the bedroom; The soft requests for you to take a seat where he points you to, picking out the clothes you wear, cooking your meals, being the only one you trust yourself with after a long day at work— That's all part of the play.

He has no need to degradate, break or physically abuse his partner to show his dominance. Keeping his partner, his sub, happy and satisfied is what's most fulfilling for an actual dom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't think Sylus has had any other partner besides you, but he has done extensive research on romance and sex.

One thing worth highlighting is that the first thing he learned was how to control his strength around you. Sylus didn't want to end up grabbing you too hard or doing something worse while excited so he took a lot of time to make sure he could use just the right amount of strength like second nature.

F = Favorite position:

Mating press. Come on now, you can't deny and say this comes as surprise.

This man also loves, and I mean looooves, when you're on top of him. Cowboy is definitely a favorite of his because then he can push his entire cock inside of you and watch the way you chase after your own pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sylus is serious, but in the incredibly romantic way. He wants the both of you to pay full attention to this special moment and won't crack jokes or anything of the sort.

If you're feeling nervous then he will help you calm down with low, loving praises whispered in your ear and taking everything extra slow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For personal reasons only I like to think he has a bit of hair on his carpet. Nothing much, just enough. He simply doesn't overthink about that.

H o w e v e r

He will get that hair waxed (yes, WAXED.) the second his partner mentions any type of dislike or something similar towards it.

I = Impact play:

This will completely depend on his partner. Sylus personally does not enjoy hitting you, but as long as the two of you sit down and you explain to him you truly want it (and will enjoy it) he is willing to indulge you.

He won't do anything extreme, but you can expect him to make you count to fifteen while he smacked your ass with a soft padded tool as punishment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does not masturbate often nor does he truly enjoy it.

Go here for a full explanation.

K = Kissing:

Something very specific he enjoys is the feeling of your tongue against his. His tongue is longer than the average person's so you will struggle to welcome it, but that's just what is so delicious to him.

Sylus will often plant kisses right on the middle of your chest (in between your breasts if you're a lady) and on your stomach (iykyk).

L = Location (favorite places to have sex.)

The bed, though not any bed. It has to be one with a comfortable mattress and a steady headboard.

He also likes to have sex in the shower, holding you up in his arms while your back is pinned against the cold wall.

M = Masochism:

Not a masochist in any way. Sylus does not enjoy being inflicted pain (the same way he does not like to hurt you.)

Biting him and scratching his back is fair game though!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, group sex, public sex ect— Anything that involves sharing you or showing you to others is an absolutely no.

Making you bleed or burning you, breath play and degradation are also completely off the table.

O = Oral

Sylus is reaaaaally into blowjobs. The way you try and fail to fit his full length inside of your mouth, how the muffled moans that leave your throat feel against his throbbing cock and the teary look on your pretty little face is just what he needs to cum in no time at all.

Naturally he will return to favor anytime you want (or whenever he decides you deserve to "unwind" after a long day.) Sylus is a slow eater. He takes his time when exploring with his tongue, his nose adding such a pleasurable pressure against your hardened clit and feeling how you grow wetter each passing minute as he preps you torturously slow.

P = Patience:

Very much into edging and it's always accompanied by tons of praises, though a few teases will be thrown into the mix from time to time.

He is not trying to ruin or deprive you from your orgasm, Sylus merely wants to watch how absolutely adorable you get when you grow desperate enough to actually beg for it. So desperate that you feel no shame in asking him for exactly what you need and who is he to deny it after you've been so good?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not particularly his thing, but he is always willing to eat you out in between meetings (or have you give him a treat under his desk ;) )

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

A natural risk taker in general though surprisingly traditional once he's comfortable with a routine in the bedroom. Call him a creature of habit if you will.

Not that he's boring— Far from it — He is willing to try new things if you're the one suggesting it, but he knows how to spice things up based on your preferences and moods without needing outside influence.

I think it's worth mentioning BDSM plays commonly include some sort of routine so I also based this on that fact!

S = Sleepy sex:

Morning sex is number one of his absolute favorite things. It feels intimate, as if the two of you are the only people in the whole world and, most importantly, it feels safe.

The feeling of you so pliable and soft in his arms, the raspy and quiet noises from you while he gently works you open for him, how warm you feel around his cock when he slipped inside, the feeling of your back against his broad chest— He could go on for hours about why he loves it so much.

T = Top or bottom:

Stone top! He likes the role of caretaker and the general dominance that comes with it.

U = Underwear:

He prefers when you have nothing on, but if he had to pick then he likes silk! Night slips, robes, his own fancy shirts...ect. The fabric feels nice to touch and it won't irritate your skin even if things get a bit heated.

V = Voyeurism:

Letting others watch you? Absolutely not.

Him watching you masturbate however? Whew, the thought alone has him hot and bothered.

W = Wild card: (A personal headcanon that can be considered unexpected)

I don't know if this is unexpected (probably not if you follow me), but I will put it here because of what I've seen around this fandom.

Sylus likes gentle, loving and slow sex. The "violent", aggressive type is just not who he is nor will he bring it to the bedroom. Playing rough and being aggressive are two completely different things, remember that guys!

X = X-Ray:

I ain't doing this LMFAO sorry pookies dick anatomy is not for me. yk, a dick is a dick. Just know it's BIG.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is not overly high or super low. Sylus is a very "go with the flow" kind of guy for these things; If he sees you're in the mood or knows it's a good day for it then he will initiate something.

Z = Zones (His sensitive spot/s)

The middle of his chest where his scar is.

HIS BACK. Literally anywhere you touch him there just goes straight to his cock. Honorable mentions of his lower back and spine!

[marvelouslymarly]

After Midnight (Bob Reynolds x female superhero!reader)

[Gif credits to @a-reader-and-a-writer]

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/the Sentry/the Void x female superhero!reader

Summary: You're out with the team when some dude starts acting like an ass. Bob helps you get away and takes you home to show you how a lady should be treated...

Rated E for explicit - Minors do not interact!!

CW: physical violence (bar brawl); the void showing up for a second there; some hints at sexual harrassment/assault (no on page rape!); Bob dancing with reader; fluff; half of this is smut (first time reader and Bob sleep together; oral/female and male receiving; fingering, p in v sex (protected); multiple orgasms) [i think i need a pastor]; minor thunderbolts* spoiler warning bc this is set after the film

Word count: 10.6k words (and I thought the last one was a long one, LOL)

Masterlist

[A/N #1: Got the idea for this on the drive home from my parents' place while listening to After Midnight by Chappel Roan, so here you go]

[A/N #2: thank you to @scuttle-buttle for cheering me on and reading through this!!! Dedicating this to you, babes🫰🏻]

The music was blasting over the speakers, and you could feel the beat in every cell of your body. The team had decided to go out that night, needing a break from training and recon-missions and the same old day-in-and-day-out of the last few weeks. While the guys had stayed back at the bar, Ava and Yelena had pulled you into the center of the dance floor, telling you to put yourself out there and have some fun for once. You knew that they were right. It had been a while since you forgot about work and everything that came with first being one of Val's shadow ops and then becoming part of what Val intended to become the new Avengers.

Even after a few months, the title still didn't feel right. It was just too loaded with expectations, with ideas and opinions about who you should be, what you should or shouldn't do. You guys weren't shiny and new. You were rough around the edges, with problems and your own past full of mistakes and regrets. You all had things you'd like to forget or wished to have gone up in flames with every little detail Val put in that vault.

Being called the "new Avengers" felt like stepping into footsteps not only way too big to fill, but also just the wrong shape to begin with. It was like trying to match the tracks of bears with those of lions. You were a different species of heroes - and even calling yourself heroes felt wrong somehow. You were too familiar with being the bad guys, with having your stories twisted, being used for whatever wrong someone wanted done without getting their own hands dirty. But now, you were supposed to be the ones stopping the bad guys, to fight the guys you were made out to be before.

So, this night out felt like the right call for multiple reasons. It was good for forgetting about work, but also for getting to know each other outside of work settings. You'd lived with them for months and knew everything about who preferred what guns, who would do what whenever you were out on missions but whenever you came home, you'd retreat into your own spaces, resting and trying to figure out where you all fit into whatever Val had in mind when she called the press on you and announced her new team of superheroes come to save the world.

~~~

Earlier that evening, while putting on that one dress in the back of your wardrobe, you could hear your mother's voice in the back of your head, telling you not to dress this provocatively. To be a good girl and cover yourself before the Lord's eyes. You felt the anger you'd repressed for so long bubble back up inside of you. Images of the time before you ran away from home came rushing back in. 

The front lawns of the neighbourhood peppered with signs with psalms and verses written on them. Crosses in every room of the house you’d grown up in. The metal rods and mosquito nets outside the windows to “keep evil out” but, in all honesty, they were there to keep you from climbing out the windows in the middle of the night. Memories of everything your parents tried to make you believe about the virtues of life and how to be a pious girl and a good servant of the Lord. 

You could feel the bile rise, thinking back to the person they had tried to turn you into.Their attempts to marry you off to some boy from the community. Michael Dawson. A good boy, named after the archangel. A god-fearing boy just barely old enough to drive a car. In the year before your parents had told you about their plans, you had barely exchanged two sentences with him. But still, it was blatantly obvious to everyone who looked at him and at the way he looked at Paul for even a second, that this probably wouldn’t have been the happy and sacred marriage your parents had envisioned for you.

When the blip first happened, it felt like you were set free from everything you hated so much. With your family gone, there was nothing holding you back from leaving the community while the rest turned to prayers and service. Just having turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, you’d grabbed the keys to your father’s truck and never looked back.

You caught a look of yourself in the mirror and thought about how far you'd come in the last 8 years. How much distance you'd put between your old life and this new one - regardless of how lost you still felt sometimes. You thought about how you moved to the big city and took up self-defense classes after a close call on your way home from work one night. How powerful you felt once you’d realised you loved to fight and get stronger both physically and mentally. That now, there was very little that you couldn’t get through because you didn’t have to rely on prayers anymore.

You pulled the dress down in the front, revealing more cleavage, and adjusted how your breasts sat in the built-in cups. The thought of your mother’s jaw falling to the floor at the sight of you in this get up, her hands doing quick work to bless herself, sent a smirk to your lips. You smoothed out the dress, letting your hands dance over the sides of your body while you admired yourself. The tightness of the dress, hugging you in just the right places, the skirt just long enough to cover the ass that you trained so hard for. Reapplying the dark red lipstick, you smacked your lips in a playful manner and ran your hand through your locks before leaving your room and joining the others in the common area of your shared apartment.

You could still hear the whistles Walker had sent your way, adding an approving 'looking good, [y/l/n]' after standing up straighter and looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes at him while you put your purse over your shoulder, and then adjusted the leather jacket thrown over your am.

"You clean up nice, too, I guess," you retorted and looked around the group.

Ava and Yelena had put themselves into their best party outfits as well, wearing a knowing smirk while putting up both thumbs, respectively. When your eyes landed on Bob, you could see a faint pink tint to his cheeks, and he quickly averted your gaze, nodding vigorously.

"Yeah, you look really nice... Really... nice, yeah!" He cleared his throat, the blush deepening a few shades. His jaw clenched and you smiled to yourself, having secretly hoped he'd like the way you'd dressed up.

When you'd first met him in the vault those few months ago, in the scrubs that seemed three sizes too big for him, he looked like a helpless puppy, his blue eyes so big and excited at what he'd stumbled into - literally. But then, when you saw what he was capable of, both as the Sentry and the Void and your interest in him grew. He was no longer just the sad, helpless puppy but something more intriguing. Someone with layers that you wanted to uncover one at a time.

After first moving to New York and into the Watchtower with the others, there weren't many chances for you two to interact, to get to know each other better. But when it became more and more obvious that he wasn't ready to be sent out into missions with the rest of the team just yet, you came up with the idea of rotating who would stay at home with him. The rest of the team welcomed the idea of it and so, whenever someone wasn't needed for the mission, they'd try and help Bob figure out how to channel his inner Sentry without also summoning the Void with it. Or they'd bake cakes or make dinner for when the others came back.

You'd stayed back with him two times at that point but every time you asked if he wanted to join you for a gym session or for a swim in the new pool, he'd come up with excuses. Saying he'd sprained his ankle the last time he was working out with Bucky or that he'd just done his daily laps in the morning and was looking forward to reading that one book he didn't have the chance to get to yet. The first time around, you figured he was just a little anti-social and needed some more time to get comfortable but then you heard about how Yelena had gotten him to punch the punching bag so forcefully that it came off the hinges and flew to the other side of the gym and how even Walker could convince him to try some new technique to compartmentalise.

When he declined your invitation to watch a movie the second time you stayed behind, you grew weary, scared that you'd done something wrong or that he just simply didn't like you at all. That the interest you had in him wasn’t reciprocated. But, seeing him blush at the sight of you all dolled up set the tiny bit of hope you still had ablaze once more. On the way to the bar, you caught yourself disengaging from the conversation, coming up with ideas or ways to get him on his own, hoping that he’d be more forthcoming once he had a drink or two in him.

~~~

The feeling of arms slipping around your waist brought you back to the bar and to the song you were mindlessly singing along to. Hands were moving down to your waist, holding onto you as you swayed your hips from side to side. Your eyes travelled down your figure, thinking that maybe it was one of the guys playing a trick on you but then you didn't recognise the tattoos winding up the left forearm and into the rolled up sleeves. Your head turned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of you had come up behind you but you couldn’t quite make out who it was, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

Looking around for the girls, you saw that Ava and Yelena had gone back over to the bar, probably to get you guys some drinks. Also sitting at the bar, you made out Walker, Bob and Bucky - the latter engaged in a conversation with some girl desperately trying to get his number from the way she pushed her phone into his direction, a bright smile on her lips, despite the restrained expression on his face and him shaking his head repeatedly, pushing her phone back every time it made contact with his chest. 

Wildly gesticulating with every fiber of his being, Walker was talking to Bob, who was staring into the glass in front of him. You weren’t sure if he was just lost in thought or if he had one too many, his face inattentive and his shoulders slumped. His gaze wandered over to you, as if he’d felt your eyes on him, and then to the guy behind you, his jaw clenching tightly. Just as quickly as his eyes had met yours, they were back on the remnants of whatever drink he had been musing before, his knuckles turning white in the dim light.

The arms around your hip pulled you back, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor, and you felt a very clammy shirt press into your shoulders before the smell of cheap alcohol mixed with even cheaper breath mints filled your nostrils. Your whole body tensed, when the guy’s right hand travelled back up your side and stopped just under your breast for a second, before moving to the front and up to your neck.

"Hey, Mama, you alone here," the voice slurred questioning, hot breath hitting your ear and neck, and sending goosebumps down your body. His hand was slowly wrapping around your neck and made you turn your head again. Out the corner of your eye, you could clock the name tag on his shirt, making out ‘Sam’ written in cursive stitches.

Feeling your throat close up from the stinging aroma of the cheap liquor he must've bathed in, you tried to push Sam’s arms off of your body, scratching at his skin. But his grip didn’t budge one bit, only growing tighter, his nails digging in through the fabric of your dress and into your neck.

Your desperate pleas for him to let go of you seemed to be useless, lost to the loud music coming from the speakers in every corner of the dance floor. But you couldn't get anything out above a feeble whisper, tears brimming in your eyes while snippets of the last time you went to a bar raced through your brain.

"Why are you so tense? Let's have some fun, baby," Sam pushed and started to grind into you from behind, his dick getting harder with every move, pressing into your behind.

Again, you looked around for the rest of the team, hoping someone would notice your struggle and come over to help. But Ava and Yelena were nowhere to be seen, and Walker must’ve gone out to get some fresh air with Bucky because they weren’t where you had last seen them either. The only team member you could still make out was Bob, sitting at the bar with his back turned to you, waving down the bartender for another drink.

Realising you were on your own in this one, you tried to turn around, to get some leverage on him and were just able to turn your face away when he leant down and tried to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I told you to leave me be,” you repeated forcefully, your flat hand landing on his cheek in a satisfying slap.

An urgent cry left your mouth, then, and the force behind your shove grew stronger, pushing Sam away from you and making him lose his balance. He stumbled back a step or two before he caught himself again, glaring at you.

He pushed up his sleeves again and started to come at you, an evil sneer on his face.

"What's your fucking problem, bitch,” he spat and looked you up and down, stepping closer slowly.

“You dress like that, and then you turn into a prude when -"

He was cut off short when a fist met his jaw and threw him into the people surrounding you, a tooth and a spray of blood flying from his mouth. You looked at who had landed that blow, still unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.

To your right, there stood Bob, his mouth hanging open a bit and his eyes glowing a dangerous golden colour. You hadn't noticed him getting up from the bar and coming over, but you were deeply grateful for him doing so, scared of what would've happened if he hadn't stepped in.

When he realised what he'd done, he shook his head slightly, the blue returning to his eyes once more, and he got ready to fight. With his fists raised in front of his face, he waited for the other guy to get back up again.

“What do you want, you limp noodle of a man, huh? You just got lucky with that one, fella.” The other guy pointed at Bob before spitting blood onto the light-up dance floor and cracking his neck, walking up to Bob. When he was still a few steps from him, Bob threw another punch, this time with even more force behind it and knocking Sam right out. There was a dark air around him, blackness enveloping his fist and travelling up his arm right before your eyes.

“She told you to leave her alone, asshat,” the Void growled, his voice several shades darker than that of Bob.

Looking at the limp figure before him for a split second, the Void went back in, throwing punch after punch, the black hand glistening from what must have been even more blood. Scared of what he’d do to Sam, you tried pulling Bob off of him, whispering into his ear that it was enough and for him to come back to you.

“Bob, please. He’s down already���, you begged and finally got enough strength to drag him away. Cupping his face, you tried to get Bob to focus on you and the black started to recede from his arms, his bloody hand cradling your face in return. It took a moment for the blue to return to his eyes again, for his jaw to unclench and the deep frown to relax a little.

"Are you ok, [y/n]?” Bob’s voice had gotten softer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm. 

"Yeah, I think I just need some fresh air," you murmured and held onto his shirt, your legs feeling like jell-o all of a sudden.

Bob wrapped a protective arm around your back when he felt you dip against his stature and pulled you closer, his eyes going to somewhere behind you. He gulped loudly and you looked over your shoulder at what he’d seen.

"You two!" The security guard pointed at you and Bob, and then motioned for you to get out of there.

"Congrats, you just earned yourself a no-return ticket out of this bar," the guard added, and Bob started sputtering, trying to argue about how Sam had started it, how he was just trying to protect you and that Sam should be the one getting kicked out of the bar instead. Picking up the bloody mess that the Void had turned Sam into, the security guard started for the door, looking over his shoulder as if waiting for us to follow him.

"Oh, don't worry, he's going with you!" The guard pushed Bob towards the back exit, Bob's shoulders slumping a little before making his way out of the group of onlookers, pulling you with him by the hand. You intertwined your fingers with his, trying not to lose him while pushing through the mass.

"Our friends are still inside," you tried when you got outside, but the security guard wouldn't have any of it, telling you 'life sucks' and 'better luck next time' while propping Sam up against the wall of the back alley. Without another word, he made for the back entrance before the door fell shut on him, and then disappeared into the turmoil inside the bar.

Looking around the dark alleyway, Bob scoffed before turning towards you, an angry look on his face.

"What a dick!"

You just shrugged your shoulders and felt tears well up in your eyes again, the shock of the situation wearing down and the fear taking over once more. When you tugged at his hand, Bob looked down, realising he was holding your hand, fingers intertwined, and let go before scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, I didn't realise..."

He wiped his hands on his shirt, the blood staining the white shirt he was wearing under the flannel, and apologised again. When the first tears started to roll down your cheeks, a sob left your mouth and pulled his gaze back to you. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw went slack again, his brows knitting together in a regretful frown.

"Oh, no... I didn't mean to... [y/n], please don't cry..." He came up to you and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes deeply before wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I'm sorry... I just get really clammy hands whenever I feel... overwhelmed… And well, the blood and all…"

The embrace was warm, his arms feeling like a protective blanket wrapping around you, shielding you from any more harm. You sidled up to him, relishing in the comfort the hug offered against the cold air of night-time New York in early December. You stayed wrapped in his arms for a second, silent tears rolling down your cheeks while you tried to gather yourself, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating rapidly.

When you heard the groggy groans of the figure behind you, you tensed again and looked up at Bob, his face breaking further when he saw your tear-stained cheeks.

"Can you please get me out of here," you begged, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and he nodded quickly before letting one arm fall down from its place around your frame and cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where to," he affirmed, wiping away the latest tears with the pad of his thumb. When he realised that you were shivering, he shimmied out of his flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders and mumbling ‘here, this should keep you warm’ under his breath.

"Just take me home, please." You pulled the soft fabric around you tighter, the warm scent of cedarwood and vanilla mixed with his own warm smell enveloping your senses.

He nodded again and turned towards the exit of the alleyway, his right arm wrapping around your shoulder again while he led you towards the main street.

~~~

You guys spent the first few minutes of your walk in silence, not sure how to make conversation after what had happened.

That was until you were stood at a red light and Bob turned towards you, his arm having fallen from around you a few blocks ago.

"I'm sorry, I got us kicked out of the bar," he apologised and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, the uneasy look from earlier making its way back onto his face, knitting his eyebrows together and making him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You really seemed to have a good time until that fucker turned up," Bob went on and you shrugged, the fun from earlier already a distant memory in the racing tornado of thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind.

"It was alright", your voice was low and you kicked at the burger wrapping left behind on the sidewalk, hoping you'd be able to boot the haunting images of past trauma away with it.

"Maybe it's stupid, but I kinda wanted to dance with you up there", Bob admitted, looking off towards the traffic light on the other side of the crossing. 

His fingers were mindlessly fidgeting with the brand label at the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit you had observed so often when you were around him. When his gaze met yours, the small smile playing on his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, a warmth you hadn't felt in ages rushing up your arms and down your back.

"You looked really beautiful, you know. In the lights, lost to the music. Like you were somewhere else entirely and you didn't have a care in the world", he added, a chuckle at the end of his sentence, and his eyes sparkled, reflecting the cool light of the headlights lining the street.

"I would have liked that", you admitted, offering him a warm smile in return before turning your attention to the changing traffic light indicating you were allowed to cross the street.

“You wouldn’t have enjoyed that for long though,” he replied, chuckling to himself again, before looking over to where you were walking by his side. “I am a really terrible dancer. Like… I’ve totally got two left feet. Just the thought makes me feel sorry for your toes.”

He struck a pose and wiggled his butt to imaginary music when he reached the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and trying his best to look seductive.

This had you laughing loudly then, holding onto his arm for support and putting your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing in appreciation.

“Thank you! I really needed that right now, Bob,” you got out between laughs and grinned up at him, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like you were 14 all over again.

“Always at your service, m’lady.” He bowed and winked at you before continuing his way down the street, pulling you with him by the hand.

~~~

“Ok, so, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, but how about we put on some music after and have that dance party”, you suggested, walking through the elevator doors and looking over your shoulder at Bob, who had an easy smile on his face, his cheek a healthy shade of pink from all the laughing.

He put his arms out and grabbed a hold of the lapelles of the flannel you were still wearing, pulling you back closer to him before wrapping his arms around your frame in a tight hug. You snuggled up to him, ignoring the bloody streaks on his shirt and buried your head against his chest.

“What’s that for,” you asked, looking up at him from under your lashes and trying to keep yourself from blushing at the softness in his eyes.

“I just felt like hugging you, that’s all,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “You looked so cuddly in the dim light, wrapped up in my flannel.”

The words left his mouth quietly, barely above a whisper and when he realised he’d said it aloud, his eyes grew wide, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a thick gulp. After trying to find the right words to reply to this and coming up empty, you pushed up on your tiptoes and put a quick kiss on his cheek. Scared you took it too far, you wriggled out of the embrace and turned to the general direction of your bedroom, leaving Bob standing near the elevator, his fingers repeatedly running over the spot that you had just kissed, his eyes glued to where you had just stood and his mouth opening and closing rapidly.

“Remember, dance party in the living room in ten minutes,” you yelled over your shoulder and vanished in your bedroom.

~~~

You connected your phone to the speakers in the living room, sneaking up to Bob sitting on the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck, a giant grin playing at your lips.

“Ready to dance, Bob,” you whispered in his ear cheekily, drawing out his name and letting your hands run down his chest while your towel dried hair fell around you.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you over the back of the couch swiftly, making you land with your head in his lap, his hand quickly moving to your hip to keep you from rolling off the couch.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he joked and pulled you up with him, his arm wrapped around you and letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

“Well, if you dance anything like what you showed me down on that street corner, I’m in for a hell of a time.” You pulled your phone from the pocket of the shorts you had gotten into after the shower and looked through your playlist for a good song to start with.

“Here, I think this will be a good one,” you mumbled, choosing ‘Me because of You’ by the Faim, and wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, when the song started playing over the speakers.

 “Ok, I think I can work with this,” he said, nodding his head and moving the coffee table off to the side to make more room for us to have fun. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck, starting with a simple step-touch and moving his shoulders to the beat of the song.

You studied him for a second, suddenly a little scared of what he might think of you if you just let loose and have fun. He motioned for you to come closer and you followed his request, stepping closer and trying to keep from laughing, when he faked licking his pointer and pinky and smoothing his eyebrows over.

“Come on, you can’t hold back now, [y/n],” he yelled over the music and pulled me closer right when the song said ‘dance with me, feel the beat, follow my lead’. He placed your hands on his shoulders and then put his hands on your waist again, starting to waltz with you for a whole two seconds before both of you burst out laughing.

“You wanted to dance with me. So, dance, love,” he added and moved his body to the beat again.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed, running your hands over the clean shirt he put on while you were in the shower, and looked at him, biting your lip restlessly.

“Close your eyes and just imagine I’m not here. You’re alone in your room where no one can see you. And then do what you do,” he tried, brushing a strand of towel dried hair out of your face.

“If it helps, I can close my eyes, too,” he offered and put his hands over his eyes, peeking through his fingers.

“Fine,” you grumbled and moved away from him a little, turning your back on him but then looking back over your shoulder to make sure he had his eyes covered.

When you saw that he really wasn’t peeking, you started to move and smiled to yourself, feeling the music take over your body and jumping up and down giddily. After a few seconds, you started to sing along and moved freely, turning around and shimmying your shoulders and nodding your head.

“Are you doing it? Are you dancing,” he asked, still covering his eyes but moving his hips to the beat.

You peeled his hands from his eyes and pulled him into the middle of the carpet, making him stumble over his own feet. He opened one eye, looking at your dancing figure, and you tried to hide the smirk playing at your lips. He joined in with dancing and pursed his lips, concentrating on his moves so as not to stumble over his own feet again.

When the chorus started to play for the last time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer again, and started swaying with you, his head on top of yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours and then moved away from you, extending his arms before stepping in again. He threw your arms over his shoulders and stepped past you before turning around quickly, to repeat this spiel another time, though instead of simply stepping past you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying from side to side.

Bob sang along to the words, his voice in your ear as his head dipped down a little and then he spun you around and caught you in his arms again more masterfully than he had led on to believe before.

“Tonight, I’ve changed, yeah. I’m only me because of you.” He put his cheek against yours and hummed happily, picking you up and twirling you around.

When the song had ended, he held you in place, your forehead resting against his. His gaze was moving back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his breath having grown a little shallow. You could feel his hand travel up your side and then caress your cheek, his face coming closer until you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, the tips of your noses just millimeters away from each other.

Expecting him to close the last bit of distance, you closed your eyes and turned your head upwards a little, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. The moments until he finally put his lips to yours felt like an eternity, millions of thoughts running through your brain, the anticipation of what it’d feel like to kiss him raising goosebumps across your body. When he finally closed the distance and kissed you, his lips were soft, moving against yours slowly at first and then you deepened the kiss, moving your hand to the back of his head. Your other hand ran up his chest, feeling his pecs flex under your touch. 

When your teeth sank into his bottom lip, he let out a soft moan and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring it carefully and moving your tongue in sync with his. His hand grabbed a fistful of your shirt and he moved you back over to the couch, letting you drop into his lap when the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down.

You straddled him, your left arm wrapping around him to hold onto the backrest to keep you from falling into him, while your right hand ran through the hair at the back of his head, pulling on it softly, when one of his hands moved up the outside of your thigh to your hip.

He pulled away from you for a second, trying to catch his breath, his mouth hanging open a little while he searched your eyes for any sign of regret. When he couldn’t find any but instead realised that your mouth had split into a bright smile, he chuckled cheerfully and kissed you again hungrily.

With the kisses getting more and more heated, you started grinding into him, the aching need for feeling him closer growing in the pit of your stomach. When you rolled your hips a little extra hard, he groaned deeply and the grip of his hand on your hip grew stronger, a pleasant pain running up your spine and making you throw your head back.

His lips went to your neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin and then he started sucking on the pulse point underneath your ear, biting and licking and driving you into overdrive. The fingers buried in his hair pulled on his locks and his growing bulge started to rub up against you just the right way when he bucked his hips in response.

“We… should probably…”, he started in between kisses and you nodded mindlessly, trying to get as much friction from grinding down into him harder. 

“Fuck, [y/n], ok, wait…” He stopped you from moving your hips by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you impossibly close, and then made you look him in the eyes before going on: “I can’t do it like this… If I have you, I want all of you.”

You gulped at this, realising he wasn’t joking and felt your jaw go slack.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but I will not let this be how I have you for the first time.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he kissed you softly, his forehead falling to yours, probably fighting the urge to just have you right then and there.

“Then take me to your room, Bob,” you mumbled breathlessly when he pulled away again, nuzzling your face with his in a love-drunken state. You placed soft kisses all over his face, earning a little chuckle from him, when you moved down to his neck, his head falling back to give you more room to work with.

“[y/n], god, you drive me crazy,” he moaned and let his hands slip underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine from the tiny sparks his touch left on your skin. Letting out a ‘mh-hm’ in response, you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and kissed him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth easily.

His hands went down your back and held onto your ass when he picked you up in one smooth motion, your legs wrapping around his hips to gain more stability. Your arms snaked around his neck and a chuckle escaped your mouth when he stumbled over the couch on his way out of the living room, holding you in space with one arm while he steadied himself.

“How about we stop kissing until we’re actually in your bedroom,” you joked and he nodded, telling you ‘that’s a good idea’ before making his way over to his bedroom, his steps quick and assertive.

“Wait, we still have to turn off the music,” you realised when you were halfway down the hallway and Bob stopped dead in his tracks, sighing heavily. He looked back over his shoulder and you could see the cogs work behind his eyes, trying to decide what to do.

“Ok, you go turn off the music and I’ll get everything ready?”

Setting you down on the floor, he pecked your lips and then slapped your ass, making you jump a little and hurry back to the living room. You made quick work of turning off the music and grabbing your phone, eager to get back to Bob and what you were doing, running back down the hallway to where his bedroom was. Sliding in through the door, you stopped when you saw that Bob was on the phone with someone, holding up a finger to you just as you wanted to ask what was wrong.

“Oh, no, y’all can stay out longer. No… No. [y/n] wasn’t feeling too hot, so I took her home.” He looked at the floor for a second, scratching his head while trying to understand Yelena over the thumping music on the other side of the line. “I think she’s sleeping already. No… I don’t think she’ll mind! Go have fun, you guys,” he added and then ended the call after telling Yelena goodbye.

“Is everything ok,” you enquired, walking up to him and putting your phone on his desk, the screen lighting up and showing you had a couple of missed calls from Yelena and Ava. He matched you and put his phone down next to yours, before turning back to you and searching your face for a second.

“Yeah, they were just worried where we went and because they couldn’t reach us earlier.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and brushing the hair from the slope of your neck, adding a ‘so, where were we’ before running his fingers over the soft skin under your chin.

“Are they coming back already?” You asked, your head falling back when Bob started to kiss your neck.

“No, there’s this party at another bar they wanna check out.” He bit your neck playfully and then nuzzled the side of your face, telling you that the two of you should be in the clear for the next few hours. He picked you up again and walked over to his bed, dropping you in the middle of the mattress before climbing onto the mattress and kneeling down between your legs.

“Next few hours? What do you have planned,” you asked cheekily, your hands working on taking off his shirt.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, love,” he replied, helping you to get him out of his shirt and kissing you passionately.

Your fingertips ran over his abs and up into his hair again and you pulled him down with you, moaning when his hips settled between yours like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

“God, you sound so good when you moan,” he whined desperately, his hand caressing your cheek and then running through your hair. “You sound so much better than I could ever imagine.”

“You imagined how I’d sound?” Your voice was barely a whisper, too much anticipation and desire clouding your brain already. The building tension in your core was painful at this point and you could feel your arousal gathering between your legs.

“More often than I’d like to admit, yes.” His kisses were growing hungrier with every passing second, his hands running down your sides, pulling at the fabric of your shirt and digging into the bare skin of your legs. He wanted to feel your skin and memorise every inch of it, having wanted to touch you for months now.

“What did you picture,” you asked, flipping you over and straddling his hips again, pulling your shirt over your head and grinding your hips into his rhythmically. His eyes were wandering over your torso, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he sat up and wrapped his arms around you to work on undoing your bra. When he’d opened the clasp in the back, he slipped the straps down your shoulders, kissing the freckles that dusted your skin there.

“The way you’d sound… How you’d taste…” He pulled your face closer, his fingers on your chin, and placed his lips on yours again, this time slow and deep. His other hand came up to your right breast and cupped it, running his thumb over your nipple hardening from the relative cold in the room. “How you’d look taking me. The way your face breaks when I make you cum…”

He bucked his hips, his clothed erection pushing up into your clit and you gasped, running your fingernails over his abs, your head falling forwards to rest on his shoulder. You moved your hips with his, the layered fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing up against your core with every thrust of his hips. It had been a while since you last were intimate with someone, so you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten, your breath hitching when Bob’s tongue licked over your sensitive nipple before taking your breast into his mouth.

Your hand travelled further south and you lifted your hips, dipping your fingers into the waistband of his joggers, realising he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath when you made contact with his hot skin. Trying to meet his eyes, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise and he shrugged, letting go of your breast with a popping sound.

“Hey, a guy can hope, right,” he tried to defend himself and smirked at you, when you pushed him down onto the mattress, while your other hand slipped into his joggers fully and wrapped around his hard length. He was bigger than you’d imagined, thicker too, and at the thought of having him inside of you, your pussy started to ache deliciously and eager.

You pumped your hand up his length slowly and his eyes rolled up into his head, his jaw hanging open slightly, a string of curses and whines leaving his mouth. Seeing him enjoy your touch this much, sent you into overdrive, and you moved off his legs, pulling down his joggers with you, before throwing them to the other corner of his room. His erection sprang free and you took in the sight before you, Bob leaning on his elbows, completely naked and looking sexier than you ever dreamt up.

Running your hands through your hair, you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, chuckling to yourself for a second.

“What? [y/n], what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong,” he asked, worry evident in his voice while he moved to sit up a little, his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you started and took a deep breath, letting your hands fall from your face and meeting his eyes. “It’s just been a while and I… Well, I didn’t think I’d ever end up in this situation,” you added, your eyes darting over the smile lines appearing around his eyes and the dimple in his right cheek. “I think, it just hit me that this is happening, you know?”

He nodded, understanding you perfectly well, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kissed you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he laid you down gently, settling between your legs. You deepened the kiss, running your left hand through his dark locks while your right hand travelled down his back and settled on his hips. You wrapped one of your legs around his hip and smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his skin on your own.

“Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. And we can take our time, there’s no rush. Not tonight,” he murmured against your lips, his forehead resting on yours between soft kisses.

“I want you, Bob,” you whispered, searching his eyes, the blue of them having darkened by lust. “I want all of you.”

His face split into a bright grin and he let his head fall to the crook of your neck, hiding his own nervousness by peppering your skin with kisses again. His left hand moved down your side and to the leg wrapped around his hip as he angled his hip a little, his erection brushing up against your core again. You moaned softly and tried to meet him better, your leg snaking around him more tightly.

“If we’re really gonna do this, then we’re gonna do this right,” Bob said, his voice darker than before and sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away from you, his fingertips moving to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them down your legs, your panties coming off with them. Bob tossed them over to where his joggers had landed and spread your legs slowly, taking you in and biting on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the dim light from his bedside lamp. He let his fingers dance over the inside of your legs, drawing loose shapes on your skin from your ankles up to your hips and then grabbed one of his pillows from above your head. You lifted your hips and he put the pillow under your ass, settling between your legs and looking at you intently from under his lashes.

“You sure you wanna do this? You can say no or stop me at any time,” he assured you and you nodded, biting down on the knuckle of your index finger in anticipation, butterflies making somersaults in your tummy. He lowered his head and blew on you, earning himself a low whimper from you, the air feeling cold against your wet pussy. He ran a finger up between your folds and chuckled, sending vibrations through your core from how close his mouth was to your center.

“God, you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything.”

His finger slipped into your vagina with ease and the squelching sound that was heard by him pulling it out again, made the blush on your cheeks deepen. He pushed his finger back in and then curled it, making you moan his name loudly as he brushed your g-spot. He repeated this a couple of times while his tongue ran along the outside of your folds, slowly making its way inwards. When he finally ran the tip of his tongue up your folds and flicked your clit, your hips bucked, another moan falling from your lips, having him hum in response.

“You taste so good, babe.” He lapped at you and then slowed down again, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and then flicking it with a masterful tab, sending sparks up your spine and making your toes curl. Your fingers buried into his locks again and you pulled on them, pulling him closer in an attempt to get even more friction.

“Mhm, do you like that,” he asked, meeting your gaze and smirking cheekily.

“Yeah, feels good, Bob,” you moaned, your head falling back down and your eyes rolling back when he removed his finger from your hole and circled your pussy with the tip of his tongue. Then, he added another finger up, running them through your folds and back down towards your vagina before thrusting them in, this time a little more forcefully.

You yelped in surprise and pulled on his hair, your legs going a little numb. He waited to move his fingers for a second, looking down at how his fingers had disappeared in you completely and then pulled them back out a bit, curling the same way he did before, brushing over your g-spot again. When he’d found a good rhythm that had you breathing heavily, the knot tightening in your stomach, he put his mouth on you again and pushed you over the edge, your toes curling while your legs tensed around his head. One of your hands left his head to move to the bedsheets, gripping it hard as pleasure rushed over your body like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, Bob, you feel so good.”

You were writhing under him, Bob relentlessly licking up your juices while you clawed at his shoulders and rode the highs of the orgasm coursing through your body. The wet noises of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled your ears and you felt another wave of the orgasm rain down on you when his teeth scraped over your sensitive nub before flicking it again with his tongue. You could feel your walls clamp down around his fingers and then heard him chuckle deeply, before his arm pushed down on your hips, keeping you in place.

He kept at it, fingering you and eating you out, only coming up from between your legs when you started to come down from the high, your breath still rushed and shallow. You ran your hand through your hair, and looked at him, moving up your body, his lips glistening from your arousal and his spit mixed together. He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices off of them, closing his eyes in ecstasy and the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smile, after he pulled his fingers out again.

“God, that was so hot,” he breathed, putting his lips to yours and kissing you hungrily. You nodded, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hand ran down his torso and wrapped around his length again, your thumb wiping over his tip and feeling the sticky precum leaking out of him. With your brain still hazy from your recent orgasm, you pushed him down onto the mattress and started peppering kisses on his neck, moving down to his clavicle and his chest, the nails of your free hands scratching over his chest, while the other one pumped his length slowly.

When you were on the same level with his dick, you looked up at him and opened your mouth, taking him in as far as you could, your hand still wrapped around the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth anymore. You started bobbing your head up and down his length and his fingers ran through your hair, his hand cupping the back of your head and aiding you in keeping an enjoyable rhythm, while whines and moans fell from his lips.

“Oh, fuck. You’re better than I ever imagined,” he whined, his hips bucking and his dick hit the back of your throat. 

Your eyes travelled back up his figure and you opened your mouth a little further, trying to take more of him. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes and your own arousal started running down the inside of your leg, so you moved your free hand to your clit, rubbing yourself while sucking him off.

After a couple more bobs of your head, Bob groaned loudly, his hips tensing and his grip on your hair getting harder. His cum spilled onto your tongue and you swallowed it, humming in enjoyment, while continuing the motion of your hand pumping up and down his length. Feeling another orgasm approaching from your own fingers between your legs, you moaned, some residual cum of his running out the corner of your mouth and dripping on his length.

Biting down on your lips, you looked up at him, his mouth hanging open at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He motioned for you to come closer, pushing your hand away from between your legs to take over while pulling you into his lap again. You rested your head against his shoulder, while his fingers were drawing circles around your clit, pushing you ever closer to the edge. You could feel that you were getting overstimulated already and whined, wanting to get the release you so desperately needed. Pulling his lips to yours and kissing him hungrily, you moved your hips a little to meet his touch, his fingers slipping into you once more while the pad of thumb brushed up against your clitoris.

“Bob, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” you whined, your face falling at the pressure building in your core.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he whispered into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe, thrusting his fingers into you deeper and curling them on their way out.

Feeling his tongue lick over your pulse point was enough to make you fall over the edge again, his fingers brushing your g-spot again and again, sparks flying between your bodies. Your nails dug into his back and you rode his fingers, moaning his name at the top of your lungs.

“God, I love it when you moan my name like that.” 

He put you back down on the mattress, knowing you’d need the support of the bed beneath you, your legs having turned to jelly and shaking from all of the stimulation. Your chest was rising and falling quickly while you tried to catch your breath, absolutely exhausted from two big orgasms so close together.

“Do you need a little break,” he asked, laying down next to you and running his fingers up and down your sides. You turned your head toward his and the look on his face was so soft, caring and full of love, making your heart ache at being the object of his adoration. You nodded, still unable to form words, the last after waves of your orgasm having your ears ringing and your fingertips feeling numb.

Bob pulled you a little closer, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead, and placed soft kisses all over your face, telling you how beautiful you were. How lucky he was to be here with you at that moment. How he never thought this would actually happen.

“You know, I thought you didn’t like me,” you told him, your voice still barely a whisper, your fingers starting to draw circles on his chest while his fingertips did the same on your shoulder blade. “That you didn’t want to spend time with me when the others were gone because you secretly hated me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone as much as I like you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your face and making you look at him, before going on: “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I hated you, but it is clearly the very opposite.”

He kissed you then, softly and with all the love he felt for you. Your lips melted against his and a warmth spread in your chest, creeping up the back of your neck and rolling over your legs and into your tiptoes. This kiss was different, it wasn’t hungry or desperate but still intense in its own way. Even after everything the two of you just did, you felt closer to Bob now, his arms wrapping around you tighter and flipping you on your back again, your legs intertwined lazily and his broad chest like a shield keeping you safe.

You stayed like that for a little while then, making out and exploring each other’s body slowly, your touch soft and meaningful, as if you wanted to memorise every inch of the other’s figure. You couldn’t say how long you were just lying there, enjoying each other’s presence and forgetting everything around you. It could’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour but it didn’t matter to you because you were right where you wanted to be. Wrapped in his arms, having his lips on yours and feeling his delicate touch on your body.

His lips ran over your shoulders, dusting the freckles with love, while your lips grazed his collarbone, your fingers gripping his ass cheeks and earning you a high pitched giggle from him.

“Are you ticklish,” you enquired, a cheeky smirk on your lips and he shook his head vigorously, trying to push your hands off of him.

“No, of course I’m not ticklish. What makes you think that?” He rolled his eyes and tried to put a little distance between you two, his hands swatting at you trying to poke his sides.

“I don’t know. That very manly giggle that just slipped past your lips, maybe,” you teased and his jaw dropped, so threw yourself at him playfully, making him lose his balance and taking you down with him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. What giggle?” He grinned up at you and cupped your cheek, pulling you down to him and kissing you again passionately.

With your leg thrown over his hip, you could feel him getting hard again and you moved your hips, straddling him once more. You purred softly at his length pressing up against your folds and instinctively grinded down on him, coating the underside of his dick in your arousal. Bob’s hand gripped your hip and he stopped you from moving for a second.

“Wait, I’ve got condoms in the drawer over there,” he murmured, motioning to his bedside table, and his voice broke when you rolled your hips into his again.

“I’m on the pill, so,” you started, kissing him quickly and then added: “I’m good either way.”

He looked at you and for a second, his brows knitted together in a frown. He let his thumb run over your bottom lip and you stopped moving, lifting your hips a little before leaning over to his bedside table.

“I just wanna make sure nothing unexpected happens, you know,” he started to explain and you looked over your shoulder, opening the drawer slowly.

“Bob, hey. It’s ok, really!” Your hand looked for the packet of condoms and took one out when you found it, before turning back to him. “I’m glad you wanna be safe, love.” You cupped his cheek and smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

You opened the shiny packaging and took out the condom, turning it over in your fingers to have it the right way around. Pinching the tip of it, you looked at Bob and asked him if he was ready. When he nodded, inching closer to you, you grabbed his length and put the condom on, pushing the rubbery material down his length easily. His hand came up to caress your cheek and he kissed you softly, his fingers burying in the hair at the back of your head while you climbed onto him, straddling his hips again.

With your hand still wrapped around his length, you guided his dick along your folds and then lowered onto it, moaning at the burning sensation of his thickness stretching you slowly. Bob’s jaw dropped and he groaned at slipping into you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You stayed there for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of him filling you up so well and held onto his shoulders before you lifted your hips again slowly. The delicious pain of his size slipping in and out of you made your brain go foggy and you sank down onto him with more ease this time. Picking up the pace, you threw your head back and rode Bob’s dick, his right hand on your breast, kneading the tissue while his tongue worked on the nipple of your other breast. His left hand was on your hip, guiding you as you took him.

“Mhm, you fill me up so well, Bob,” you mused and bounced on him, the pain having turned to pleasure a few thrusts ago. His mouth let go of your breast and he pulled your face down, kissing you hungrily and he bucked his hips into yours and slipping in deeper with the next thrust, bottoming out. You moaned into his mouth loudly and let a giggle fall over your lips as you noticed the familiar feeling of your orgasm nearing.

He stopped moving for a second and turned you around, so you were beneath him and then he grabbed your right leg and moved it from around his hips to have it over his shoulder instead, changing the angle at which he thrusted into you.

Bob groaned against your mouth as he bottomed out again, his balls slapping against your ass with the next thrust and you let out a moan of his name, your nails digging into his back.

“Ugh, you’re so tight, babe. Feel so good,” he slurred and went to town on you, thrusting in and pulling back out, his bed groaning under his movements.

“You gotta tell me if I’m too rough,” he whispered into your ear, enveloping you with his form and leaning on his elbow while his other hand held onto your leg.

“No, it’s good. So good, Bob,” you assured, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up to the brim and stretching you with every thrust. You knew that you were close again, the knot twisting and tightening and you reached between your bodies, your fingers working on your clit while his dick slipped in and out of you at an exquisite pace.

He looked down at where your bodies met and whined, his forehead falling to yours. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you were glad that the rest of the team was still out, fearing just how much they would’ve been able to hear of what you two were doing.

“[y/n], fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can…” The movement of his hips got a little sloppy and you kissed him again, steadying him with a hand on his ass while you tried to meet his thrusts with your hip.

“It’s ok, babe. Come, Bob. I’m right behind you,” you purred into his ear and his hips stuttered, a low groan falling from his lips. You moved your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm and kissed his closed lids, when he suddenly thrusted into you harder again, pushing you closer and over the edge.

You fell with him, your third orgasm of the night sending lighting through your whole body. You clung to his body, biting into his shoulder and scratching your nails over his back, earning a wince from him at the pain that seemed to send him into a flurry. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm progressed and he put his lips on your neck, riding out your shared orgasm, his breathing quick and shallow.

When he came down from his high, he sighed, an exhausted but gratified look on his face, and laid down next to you. You curled up to him, throwing your arm over his chest and putting your head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart and his quick breath.

“Did I hurt you?” The question came suddenly and you looked at him, confused at where the concern was coming from.

“Why are you asking?”

“This was my first time since the medical trial,” he started and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around your hip.

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Bob. Quite the opposite, actually.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly, before adding: “I enjoyed it very much, if you couldn’t tell.”

A proud smile pushed up the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, chuckling lightheaded.

“God, you’re an incredible woman, [y/n].”

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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 5

Summary: You get upset when you see other girls flirting with Jungkook but he always makes sure that you know you're the only one he wants Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 4.7k~ (a pretty long drabble since I've been working on this for way too long) Warnings: Suggestive language but that's about it lol Requested by @ericawantstoescape 💜 (Sorry it took me literally months to get this one out but I hope you like it 😭)

"I'll get it" Jungkook calls out when he hears someone at the door. He's been here for well over the trial period so needless to say things have been going rather well.

We cook together, clean together...sleep together. All of it with just the two of us. The only thing we haven't done is go out.

I don't know what it is but every time I think about taking him with me to the store or to go out to dinner or even the movies I just get scared that something might happen and someone will notice that there's something not so natural about him.

I don't know why it bugs me but people discovering I have a robot hanging around me stresses me out. 

What if they ask what his purpose is, or if someone hits on him and he says something weird about being programed to be with me or I don't know, just something.

"Ava's here" he calls out and I wrack my brain, trying to think of a reason as to why she would be coming over and I come up short. Throwing on a robe I walk out into the living room to meet her. Not bothering to try to look presentable because...well it's Ava.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I ask, going to give her a hug but she steps back. 

"If you think you're gonna hug me after getting your back blown out you are severely mistaken" she cringes. I hear Jungkook snort in response making me glare at him but he shrugs his shoulders, going back to his task of getting me a glass of water.

"I'm guessing you forgot?" she asks and I tilt my head, unsure as to what I might've forgotten.

"I guess the sex has gone to your head and made you dumb" she teases and Jungkook snickers again. 

"You're not helping" I scold him and he holds his hands up in surrender before walking back over to us and handing me the glass.

"Thank you" I say, narrowing my eyes at him and he smiles, kissing me on the cheek before heading back to the bedroom. "Always a pleasure Ava" he says and she chuckles, "Likewise" she jokes and waves him off as he disappears down the hall.

"What did I forget?" I ask, going back to the reason for her visit. "Lily is getting married remember? You said we could all come over for a girls night to work on the wedding and bachelorette party planning" she reminds, it all starting to come back to me.

"Shit that's today?" I ask and she sighs, "Yes that's today and from the looks of it you're probably gonna need help getting stuff ready for tonight. Which is why I'm here" she says and I let out a sigh of relief.

"You're a lifesaver Ava" I sigh leaving her brushing me off. "Just go take a shower and make sure you and your boy toy look presentable and I'll take care of the rest" she relays, nodding towards the way Jungkook had gone.

"Wait, why Jungkook too?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. "You seriously think he's just gonna sit still and be quiet as a mouse all night? Last time I heard you guys agreed that you would never power him down unless he asked you to. So my guess is that he's gonna wanna at least come out and say hi" she says and I agree.

"You're probably right. Plus the only other person he's spoken to is you so I guess I could try him out with the girls" I agree tentatively.

"What are you gonna introduce him as?" she asks and I guess I had never told her about it before. "My boyfriend" I say and realize that I've never actually said it out loud.

"You rang?" he asks coming back out into the living room after what I assume is taking a quick shower. He's a robot so he can pretty much finish up rinsing off in a minute or two.

"I forgot that I have a few friends coming over tonight so I thought I would introduce you to them. You know, as my boyfriend" I say and the corner of his mouth tugs up, clearly satisfied with the whole thing.

"Looks like everyone is in agreement" Ava says with one loud clap and turns around to head out again. "Where are you going?" I ask, trailing after her.

"I figured you probably don't have anything to eat so I'm gonna head to the store real quick. In the meantime make sure we have space to plan everything out" she says taking note of the tables that are covered with random piles of stuff that I had planned to sort through this weekend but I got a little...distracted to say the least, glancing over at the culprit and seeing that he is clearly satisfied with my discomfort.

"Got it" I agree and she pats the top of my head, walks out and closes the door behind her.

"So you're finally gonna introduce me to someone other than Ava huh?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug look on his face. I roll my eyes in response and walk back to our room but once I pass him he slaps my ass leaving me yelping from the sheer force of it.

"Jungkook what the hell?" I shout and his smile goes from smug to devious. "What? You liked it when I was slapping your ass not too long ago" he says in reference to our earlier activities together. "That's different" I grumble and he follows me as I continue into the bedroom.

"So who exactly is coming tonight?" he asks as I open my closet and look for something cute but comfortable since this is just a girl's night. 

"Well Lily who is the bride to be, Jordan who has been her best friend since they were kids, her cousin Claire and then Ava. Lily isn't gonna have a big wedding but she loves the idea of having a wedding party with a few bridesmaids and groomsman" I say and he watches me while I set out everything I need.

"You wanna shower together?" he asks, walking over to me to untie my robe once he notices me struggling to get it undone. "I don't think my body can take another round Jungkook" I say, my breath hitching when he places a kiss under my ear, sliding the robe off my shoulders and letting it pool around my ankles.

"We don't have to do that, just wanna hold you" he mumbles between the kisses he's trailing down my neck, a heat running through my veins.

"Didn't you just take a shower?" I ask, giving a pitiful excuse as to why we don't have to do this. 

"Yes, but not with you" he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips making it hard for me to keep standing. He takes note of that and picks me up to take me to the bathroom, gently setting me on the counter like he always does before turning on the water to heat it up for me.

He turns back and drags his eyes up and down my bare form, that constant insatiable look in his eyes making me squirm. "Is that a yes or a no?" he asks, walking over to me and tilting my head up to make eye contact with him and I simply nod yes.

"Sorry sweetheart couldn't hear you. Can you try again?" he asks, nudging his nose against mine. 

"Yes" I mumble against his lips and he takes a step back, stripping off his clothes and letting me take in how absolutely gorgeous he looks. 

No matter how many times I've seen his incredible physique, I'll never get tired of it.

"You sure you can't give me another one" he temps, his hands on my waist, pulling me off the counter and putting me on my feet. "I'm sure" I say and tap his chest twice before walking into the shower, him sauntering in right after me.

Jungkook is always so attentive when it comes to aftercare and although he's programed to do it I can't help but feel like there's a part of him that wants to, even though he can't have any true wants or feelings. 

Everything he says is just for my enjoyment and I have to keep reminding myself of that.

"You alright love?" he asks when he realizes I've gone quiet since being in here and turns the faucet off. I nod my head but I know he doesn't believe me. He grabs a towel and wraps me up in it nice and snug, picking me up just to plop me down on the bed after having helped me dry my hair a bit.

He stays quiet and helps me get dressed since he likes doing it...or I guess he's taken notice and knows that I like it and does it just to make me smile.

"Something's wrong" he says after I'm fully dressed and still haven't said anything. "Nothing's wrong I just..." I start but trail off, not really sure how to say it. 

"You know you can tell me anything right? I am literally unable to tell anyone anything if you tell me not to" he jokes, trying to cheer me up but pointing towards the fact that kinda has me a bit upset.

"The thought of introducing you as my boyfriend has got me kind of...mixed up" I say, still not sure how to explain it. He waits and doesn't push me to say anything, walking around the room and getting himself dressed now that I'm all done and that's another thing he's learned about me.

If I don't know how to put things to words he doesn't push me. He waits for me and lets me come to him without holding it against me if I act a certain way or try to push past it. He's the perfect boyfriend in so many aspects and that scares me.

"I think I'm losing sense of what is and isn't real" I say, his moves stuttering for a second before finishing the task he had been doing and coming back over, waiting for me to continue.

"The thought of introducing you as my boyfriend...well introducing you as anything at all is kind of just blurring my senses into separating the fantasy from reality" I admit and he nods his head, taking in the data and processing it.

"You can turn me off for the night if you want to" he offers and my brow furrows, "No Jungkook I don't wanna do that. I like having you in my life like this but I need to be careful" I say, trying to save the situation but knowing that this is going to leave me feeling a little off.

"How about a compromise? I'll come out so you can introduce me to them and then I'll head back into the bedroom and wait until you guys are done to come out again. I can even come say goodbye if you want me to?" he proposes and after thinking it over for a second or two I agree.

"Yeah that could work. Just make sure that if you're going to shake hands that you'll be gentle about it alright? Not like how you hold onto me sometimes" I say, reminding him of the time he left bruises against my skin from gripping my hips too tight.

I see the realization flash across his expression after sifting through the data he collected since he reprogramed himself after that to ease up a bit, even though I told him it was fine. "Got it" he says, his eyes glowing gold again, an almost bashful expression on his face.

I know this might sound a little silly but that's become something that I find very endearing these days. 

I used to feel a little sad when he reprogrammed himself after I had told him something that I remotely disliked or even liked. 

I know that he's meant to be the perfect fit for me so I find the clear effort to continue to improve himself so he can make sure he knows how to please me in all areas of life makes me feel...loved?

No! No not loved. Appreciated? I don't know, but I'm not gonna worry about that tonight.

Tonight is a night with my girls and I need to focus on that, especially since I've stood them up a couple...a few times in favor of staying in with him. 

What can I say? He can be rather persuasive when he sees my clear displeasure in leaving him, unless it's for work.

He knows my boundaries when it comes to that but that doesn't make him protest any less. He knows I like a somewhat clingy, kind, possessive, protective, maybe a smidge obsessive/jealous and attentive boyfriend and like he said on the first day we met, he is very eager to learn.

See, this is why it's so hard for me to actually want a real boyfriend. I want it all and it seems like he can be that for me so why even try to find someone else?

My train of thought is interrupted by another doorbell ring and my eyes widen, not sure as to if it'll be Ava or one of the other girls. "I'll wait in here" he says, placing a kiss on my forehead and using my shoulders to spin me around before patting my butt twice to get me going.

I take a deep breath and let it out before rushing to open the door but when I see through the peep hole that it's Ava again I let out a sigh.

"Took you long enough! Now come on my arms are going numb from carrying all of these bags" she says, passing some of them over to me. "You could've just called me so I could come out and help" I chuckle, placing all of them on the kitchen counters and unpacking all of the snacks and frozen pizzas she decided to get.

We're all pretty simple so nights like this with this kind of food is normal for us.

"No because if I called you then Jungkook would've wanted to come help too but I wasn't sure if the girls would be close behind. Then we would've had to do an awkward introduction out there so I thought sacrificing mere minutes of my blood circulation was the more favorable choice" she explains, leaving me unable to argue with her logic.

"Babe, your phone is ringing" Jungkook says as he walks over to us, cringing since I can feel the smirk that's growing on Ava's face. "Thanks" I say with a pained expression and answer but when I see the wordless devious exchange between Ava and him I know that I'm in for a painfully awkward night.

"Hello?" I say, not paying attention to who it is, knowing it's probably one of the girls. 

"Oh look you're finally answering my calls" I hear my mom's voice chime through the speaker. 

"Mom I missed your call like two times" I roll my eyes, walking away from the conversation Jungkook and Ava are having before she can hear but unfortunately this time she notices.

"Are you with a man right now? Do you finally have a boyfriend? Honey, y/n has a boyfriend!" my mom calls out to tell my father and I sigh, knowing I'm fucked. 

"Mom I don't have a boyfriend" I whisper and luckily Ava and Jungkook have started getting all of the food ready so neither of them is paying any mind to my conversation.

"Then who's voice was that that I heard? You're home right now aren't you?" she asks and I sigh, humming to confirm her suspicions. "So why do you have a man in your home?" she asks and I go with the thing that is true since although not human he has become somewhat of a friend.

"He's a friend mom, Ava is here too. Do you wanna say hi?" I ask and before she can protest I walk over and hand the phone to Ava. With a very suspicious face she takes the phone and says 'Hello' but brightens up when she hears that it's my mom.

"Ava I need you to be honest with me and don't let my daughter threaten you into lying" she says and I plead,  asking her to lie just this once. From the looks of it though it seems like it's a losing battle. 

"Yes. Well yeah but- I don't know if that's the best ide- and she's gone" Ava says, handing me back my phone.

"What?" I groan, knowing that could only mean bad news. "Your parents are coming to see you" she says and my heart gets kicked into overdrive. "Now?" I ask and she shrugs her shoulders, 

"She says she would let you know when but we both know she probably won't" she cringes and I huff, throwing myself onto the couch, smashing my face into a pillow and screaming as loud as I can.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers to Ava as he watches my short lived temper tantrum. "She'll be fine, her mom just gets her worked up sometimes" Ava explains and although he nods and goes back to helping her he still keeps a wary eye on me.

When he's finished though he comes over to me right away, sitting on the couch and rubbing my back.

"Hey..." he says softly, not wanting to cause anymore distress. "Hey" I respond, my voice muffled by the pillow my face is still buried in. "Can you breathe alright like that?" he chuckles and I nod my head but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Come on, up and at 'em" he says, lifting me up into a sitting position but I just tip over and end up laying on his lap. 

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asks, brushing my very ruffled hair out of my face.

"She's gonna ask me a billion questions about us that I don't know the answers to and I'll have to lie the whole time and just pray that they don't figure out that you're not human and I just-" I spout off and grab the pillow to scream in again.

He tentatively takes the pillow off of my face and cups it instead, making me look at him and I sigh, knowing that my reaction is very childish. "We'll get through this okay? Me and you" he says softly, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone and I nod my head before turning on my side and burying my face in his torso.

"Okay ew, are we done here or should I wait outside" Ava cringes and Jungkook chuckles rubbing my back again. 

"You ready?" he asks and I nod my head before sitting up, "As ready as I'll ever be" I grumble, sighing and heading over to my room to see if I need anything else before the girls get here.

~~~~

"You mean to tell me you've been hiding him from us this whole time?" Lily says, after Jungkook's had his little introductions with all of them and headed back into the bedroom, the utter look of betrayal painting her face.

"You're acting like I've been hiding him for years" I chuckle, sitting back down after having grabbed another bottle of wine. "Might as well have been years, she sighs, slumping back into the couch leaving the rest of us laughing at her childish reaction.

"Anyways, y/n's boyfriend aside, shouldn't we get back to the wedding planning?" Ava says, bringing us back around to the task at hand. 

"Good point" Jordan hums and we start working out things like where we're going for Lily's bachelorette party, the colors for her wedding and lists of venues for them to check out and by the time we've finished up we're quickly back on the subject of Jungkook again.

"So where did you guys meet?" Claire asks, the three who hadn't known of his existence before wait with baited breath, wanting to know everything there is to know about him and our relationship. 

"Ava kept nagging me and eventually asked if she could make me an online dating profile so I just let her and well, here we are" twisting the truth a bit. 

"So how long did it take you until you finally agreed to meet?" Lily asks, her wedding now the least of her worries, fully absorbed in my 'Love story'.

"About a week, Ava was here to more or less supervise our first meeting since I was nervous but yeah...there really isn't much more to it than that" I shrug because there honestly isn't. He was literally engineered in a lab or factory or whatever and was made for me so he didn't exist one day and now he's here and hasn't left.

"What do you mean? You guys have been together for a few months and you're already living together? That's pretty fast for you last time I checked" Lily continues, having known me the best besides Ava.

"They honestly make a really cute couple and he seems sweet. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Plus she looks happy" Claire says, her being the one I've known for the shortest amount of time. 

"I am happy" I say softly, a just as soft smile gracing my lips leaving them cooing, sucking my teeth and rolling my eyes as a response. 

"So Ava, what do you think about him? You've known from the beginning so you have to spill to make up for keeping him from us!" Jordan glares playfully and Ava chuckles, looking over at me with a wicked smile making me even more nervous.

"Let's just say she's stood me up quite a few times because of him" she winks, covering my face to hide how mortified I am. 

"Shut up!" Lily squeals, "He's that good huh?" she continues and shakes my arms trying to get them away from my face. 

"I wouldn't have pegged her to be a sex addict but alas..." Ava lays it on thick making me groan. 

"It's not my fault he's so-" I start but we all stop when we hear my bedroom door open and Jungkook comes out, looking like a deer caught in the headlights when he sees we're all looking at him. 

"Is there something on my face?" he asks making Ava snort. "No no, just ignore us" she says waving him off, him glancing over at me in a way that tells me he's heard every word.

"I'll be right back guys" I say, getting off the floor where I had been sat and walking over to him, pulling him into the kitchen for a word. 

"Why are you out here?" I scold him and he chuckles, not so subtly placing a hand on my hip and pulling me closer. "I thought you said you were gonna stay in the room all night" I pout and he smiles and kisses it.

"I wanted a snack" he says as if he had the ability to be starving but from the way he's looking at me the only thing he could be hungry for would be...

"This wasn't part of the deal" I groan and he chuckles. "I'm bored without you" him now being the one who's pouting making me roll my eyes. 

"Then just go to sleep or something" I say, knowing he has a 'Sleep mode' just like any computer would, only waking when I've touched him.

"We'll be finishing up here in a few hours so just wait for me. You haven't rested for a while so you should probably take some time to recharge" brushing his shaggy fringe out of his face. 

"Fine, but you're mine for the rest of the weekend" he says in my ear and places a kiss on my neck and I can hear a a gasp from the group I had left behind.

"Don't mind us" Lily blurts out, all of them clearly having seen the whole interaction making me blush and him chuckle. 

"As you were" he says to the rest of the girls, grabbing an apple and taking his leave after giving me one last kiss on the cheek, making all the girls practically swoon.

"I want one" Jordan sighs once he leaves and it takes everything in me and from the looks of it Ava as well to not say that in fact can. 

"You'll find your person" Claire says, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, the more empathetic one in the group.

"Movie?" Ava suggests, taking some of the heat off me but Lily declines. "No we should probably head out. Seems like lover boy is getting impatient" she points out and I throw my head in my hands again. 

"He couldn't have been more obvious if he tried" I groan making the trio laugh, Ava giving a knowing smile before they all start to pack up. 

"I'll talk to the florist and get a price breakdown over to you tomorrow" I say, giving Lily a hug before moving on to the others. 

"It's okay, we have plenty of time, just go enjoy your man" she says, nodding towards my bedroom where Jungkook is leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest giving the girls a slight nod as a salutation. 

"He doesn't say much does he?" she whispers in my ear. "He's a bit shy but trust me, he's always got something to say" I assure her and she smiles. "I'm sure he does" she hums before ushering the other two out, Ava staying back for just a little longer, closing the door when the others leave.

"How'd it go?" Jungkook asks, finally coming out into the living room, needing to know if our cover has been blown.

"They didn't suspect a thing" Ava nods and I let out a sigh of relief. "I'll tell them eventually but I'm not ready to have that talk with them yet" I shake my head and Ava starts gathering up her stuff, taking a bag of unopened chips and stuffing it in her bag. 

"Good luck having that talk with your parents" she mumbles and I pinch the bridge of my nose at that.

"Please don't remind me" I groan and Jungkook comes up and cups my face in both hands. "We'll figure it out" he reminds me again, his soft hold on my face slightly squishing my cheeks together making my pout even poutier.

"Okay well I'm gonna bow out before you guys start getting too mushy" she says, slipping her shoes on and opening the door. 

"Thanks for always supporting me in this Ava. Seriously like I don't know what I'd do without you" I say and she shrugs. "Have a boring non existent sex life?" straight to the point leaving Jungkook the one snorting.

"Goodbye Ava" I roll my eyes, the sentimental moment gone leaving her smiling devilishly as she walks out and down the hallway.

"Don't go too crazy tonight or you'll get another noise complaint" she says over her shoulder leaving me shushing her as loudly as I can to cover up the humiliating sentence floated by all of my neighbors.

"Not helping" I whisper scream but my complaints land on deaf ears as she starts her descent down the stairs to the parking lot. I huff in protest before going back inside and closing the door, hoping to shut out the embarrassment for the night.

I lock the door and before I have a second to process it all he spins me around and pins me against the door, catching me off guard. 

"Think you can stay quiet for me tonight?" he rasps in my ear, nibbling on it before continuing his path down my neck and shoulder. 

"You really have turned me into a sex addict, haven't you?" I mumble, my knees getting weak as he let's his hands and lips explore my skin, him immediately taking notice and scooping me up, carrying me to my bedroom.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, knowing damn well I want him, his database no doubt full of images of the slightest physical changes in my body language, sending him signals to initiate it first because he knows damn well I still have a hard time voicing that I want him.

"I guess not" 

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[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Paige was excited. She finally had a chance to be alone with Derek, without the losers that usually hung around him, and she could finally make a move. She had liked Derek ever since they had met in the dorms on move in day when his annoying friend Stiles had run her over and Derek had so graciously helped her up. She knew Derek liked her too but he was shy, painfully shy. Whenever he came to visit Stiles on campus, they were holed up in his room together, only coming out for food.

But now, tonight, Paige had been stranded outside the theatre room after band practice, her car making wierd, croaking noises before giving out on her. And Derek had just happened to drive by.

"Thank you so much, Derek. You're a lifesaver," Paige preened as he walked her over to the passenger side.

"No problem, god knows how many times I have had to pick up Stiles because he refuses to stop driving that truck of his," Derek joked, a fond smile on his face. He opened the door and stopped Paige before she could sit, saying, "Let me just get this stuff out of the way."

Paige peered in and saw Derek throwing a pillow and some blankets to the backseat. She waited until they were both in the car and then asked, "Do you sleep in your car often?"

"Huh? Oh, the blankets?" Derek said, "No, no, they're Stiles'. He gets really sleepy during car rides so I wanted to make sure he was as comfortable as possible."

"Oh, you're a nice friend," Paige giggled, leaning towards Derek.

Derek subtly leaned away and with a confused smile, replied, "Thank you."

"Anyways, um, did you see the new sci-fi movie that came out?" Paige asked. "Would you like to go with me? To watch it?" Paige cringed as she fumbled with her words.

"Stiles and I already have tickets for the weekend," Derek said, tone apologetic. "But you could tag along, if you want."

"Hmm, maybe," Paige replied, annoyed. Why did Stiles have to butt into everything? "Um, I saw on your instagram the cookies that you had baked."

"Oh no, the ones that I burnt?" Derek chuckled.

"Yeah," Paige giggled, "I could teach you how to make some, my grandma taught me how to make the best chocolate chip cookies."

"That sounds fun, Stiles loves baking," Derek said. He giggled, adding, "His reaction when I showed up at his door with burnt cookies was hilarious. He ate every single one though, even when I protested."

"How about next Friday?" Paige asked, giddy about finally getting a date with him.

"Uh, I don't think Friday works for Stiles, but he'll text you to figure out another day," Derek answered.

"Oh, um, yeah, sure," Paige mumbled. Did he think she had invited the both of them? He probably did, Paige thought, he was just so shy and adorable that he didn't realize Paige was asking him out. In a brighter tone, she then asked, "Would you like me to give you my number? So you can pass it along?"

"Doesn't Stiles already have your number?" Derek questioned, a confused frown on his face.

"Right, he does, guess I forgot," Paige said, grumbling a little.

When they parked in front of the dorm, Derek reached back and pulled out a gift bag from the back seat.

Paige perked up, looking hopefully at Derek, "Is that a gift?"

"Yeah," Derek said, smiling fondly at the bag.

"Who is it for?" Paige asked, drumming her fingers on her thigh in excitement. Finally, she knew Derek liked her.

"Stiles," Derek replied, looking at her weirdly. Paige's face fell as he continued, "Today was the day I first met him."

"Oh, that's nice. I didn't know you guys were such good friends."

"He has been my everything since he was 16," Derek said, chest puffing out.

They walked inside the building silently, Paige's mind running with doubt. Had she misread everything?

She startled when Stiles' dorm room banged open and he came running out, jumping into Derek's arms. Derek caught him with a huff as Stiles' legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulder.

Derek was holding him up with one hand, the other still holding the gift bag. Paige drooled over his bulging bicep but snapped out of it when Stiles said, "Missed you, Sourwolf." Paige frowned, they had such wierd nicknames for each other.

"I missed you too, Mischief," Derek replied, then leaned closer and pressed his lips against Stiles' in a searing kiss.

Paiged gaped, stumbling back a bit. No way, no way.

Derek pulled back after a few minutes and set Stiles on his feet. "I have something for you, baby," he said, a bashful grin on his face.

"Gimme, gimme," Stiles said, bouncing on his feet a little as Derek handed him the bag. He ripped out the stuffing from the bag, hands trembling as he pulled out a little wolf plushie. "Der," he murmured, eyes filling with tears.

"Do you like it, my love?" Derek asked, thumbing the tears off Stiles' face.

"Mhm, Der, bubba," Stiles whimpered, burrowing himself into Derek's chest.

Derek grinned, "There's more, baby." He pulled away a little and unhooked the necklace wrapped around the wolf. He spun Stiles' around and gently placed it around his neck. He leaned down to whisper into Stiles' ear, "The charm has mountain ash inside."

Stiles turned around and with a garbled sob, threw himself at Derek again. Derek chuckled fondly, scooping him up into his arms. "You are so cute, Mischief."

"Love you, I love you, bubba," Stiles cried, voice muffled as his face was smushed into Derek's neck.

"I love you too, so much, baby," Derek cooed. Then, he looked at Paige and said, "Better take him to his room and take care of him, see you later."

Paige stood in the hallway for a while, the sounds of Derek growling and moaning praises and Stiles whining and whimpering pinning her to the spot.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I just reread The Hunger Games for the first time since I was 12 in preparation for reading Sunrise on the Reaping. Here is everything I had totally forgotten about since I am now 25:

-that Peeta lost a fucking lEG to the mutts and has a fake leg for the rest of the series

-they had fucking night vision sunglasses in the arena

-Rue and Katniss were only allies for a day :(

-The mutts slowly eat Cato for the entire night because he was wearing invisible body armor, like that scene was horrific. It's bad in the movie, it's like 2000% worse in this book. The entire night, Peeta is bleeding out while Cato slowly gets chewed. He fights the mutts for an hour before he goes down, I can't even imagine.

-Thresh was chilling in a random field part of the arena we never see for the whole Games

-I finished the book and still don't know Foxface's name.

-Gale is not annoying in book 1, but he's so annoying in book 2. Like the entire first part of the book is Katniss worrying about shit, things getting way worse in District 12, and Gale being a little bitch. I don't know why I can't get past his utter inability to make space for her experience in the games.

-Kinda funny Peeta gets a debilitating leg wound twice in one Hunger Games

-I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT MADGE AND I'M OBSESSED WITH HER??? SHE GAVE THE PIN LIKE WHAT AN ICON.

-That the disabled boy from District Nine lives for so long.

-That Seneca Crane barely exists, all he does is get mentioned twice, fuck up IMMENSELY, and get murdered.

-That Katniss's prep team were just as if not more important in humanizing the capital citizens as Effie. God, that scene in octavia where they dress Katniss in her wedding dress for her interview. Cinna has talked to them because last time they were crying and making Katniss console them about her death. This scene when Octavia cries, Venia sends her out. Flavius makes it mostly through then starts crying and Venia finishes by herself silently, something that the prep team never is. Then she grabs Katniss' hands and tells Katniss it was an honor to make her look her best. I fully cried. They seem silly and foolish when we meet them before, but they see Katniss as a person who deserves better. As soon as they were corrected by Cinna, they immediately change their behavior and treat her as he asked. It's just such a human moment for them and for Katniss, who has always seen them as they see her, uneducated and strange.

-That Suzanne somehow convinced us frosting is the same as camoflage.

-That all the capital food sounds so good.

-I love the moment with Peeta being bad at hunting with Katniss because he's loud in the woods. I think it's just her most empathetic moment. It's like, the biggest contrast between him and Gale, right, he doesn't fit in her world, and she's annoyed with him. Instead of taking it personally he tells her to have him collect herbs and berries instead and even makes a joke about it. I think she even thinks like some guys would've taken it personally but not Peeta. It makes me think about how Gale would've taken it so personally. And then right after she thinks about how he went along with her and was making concessions for her and agrees to go back to the cave instead of sleeping in a tree like she wants. It's just so empathetic of her and she's like, a character who thinks she's so unempathetic. But her thoughts always are.

-How literally obvious it was all the victors were working to save Katniss and Peeta and Katniss was still like what's the ulterior motive here huh? Do we all just think Peeta is the best, because that makes sense. Just funny, like it's almost exactly the same as the first book where as the reader it's hard to see Peeta as anything but truly head over heels for Katniss, whereas she just thinks he might be trying to kill her.

-Mags is barely there and yet I remember her so well. Same with Wiress honestly.

-Didn't remember Finnick and Johanna being as good of friends as they were. When they called for each other on the beach, or checked in with each other- I am desperate to know their friendship backstory.

-Also desperate to know how Haymitch and Johanna's convo went when he told her she had to fetch Wiress and Beetee in order for Katniss to trust her, what a guy. What a conversation to be a fly on the wall for.

-Cashmere and Gloss, what is up guys, worst careers of all time there, that cornucopia attack was so bad. We're sneak attacking WIRESS??? Please.

-Even after Haymitch explains what happened during Beetee's plan, I still have no idea. Wire is cut. I assume the plan won't work. But Beetee actually only wanted to fry the forcefield. Why separate them all like that? So confused. ALSO WHERE DID PEETA GO AND HOW DID HE END UP THERE? Somewhere off fighting Brutus but not with Finnick, I am still baffled by this scene. Katniss sees Finnick and Enobaria come out of the jungle together at one point and I am endlessly fascinated by that, and by Enobaria as a character. Enobaria girl, what is up with you? Not in on the revolution but so ready for the capital kids to compete in games, please tell me more.

-They rewatch old games at one point: has no one noticed you can't watch game 10? I wonder about this all the time.

-Totally forgot about Chaff and Seeder and I miss them so much??? Seeder deserves the world okay. AND STOP KILLING HAYMITCH’s BEST FRIENDS. I wonder what changed, when Haymitch originally suggests Chaff and Seeder to Katniss as allies. But later he forces Finnick and Johanna on her, not them. Why? I assume they were in on the revolution?

- I forgot about the female morphing who dies for Peeta. Her death was so beautiful, and the way he sent her off really is what Katniss sees in him that she can’t see in herself: that deep down goodness. She sent Rue off that way first.

-Also still has me giggling kicking my feet that the entire rebellion plan hinged on keeping Peeta alive because Haymitch said Katniss wouldn’t work with anyone if he died. All these adults trying to stage a revolution and Haymitch slams his hands on the war table to be like "You gotta save her boyfriend or the revolution is over."

-ALSO giggling kicking my feet over Katniss suspiciously trying to figure out why everyone is keeping Peeta alive and she’s pretty sure it’s because they all see how good he is, like no girl you’re down bad.

-Then Haymitch is tragically proven right by Katniss’ attitude when she gets to 13. She said she needs him, then is instantly proven right lol it's not funny.

-(this is dark but how hard do we think Gale tried to get ANY merchants out of 12, because I think it wasn’t hard AT ALL).

-Barely any of Catching Fire takes place in the arena at all. I kept updating my mom, showing her where I was in the book and telling her I still wasn't at the arena yet.

-Gale drove me inSANE in Mockingjay. He was being normal, helpful even and then he would make some absurd comment to Katniss about her feelings for him. Dude. You are talking to the walking embodiment of PTSD, she's tOO BUSY FOR YOU. This clearly is not the time. And it would be so condescending, like "I wouldn't stand a chance if this happened" like telling her about her feelings and how she'd react oh it made me mad.

-Also, again, obsessed with Katniss's prep team. Oh my god I love what they represent. Gale arguing with Katniss over how she can defend them?? Infuriating. Like, you weren't there dude what do you know? He was just so condescending. Also Ocatvia being so young really hurt me. Posy telling her she'd be beautiful any color she was and Gale acting like they were normal to help Katniss, ugh, top five Gale moments, more of the prep team.

-Squad 451, especially Pollux and Castor, I love you and miss you. Icons I forgot about all of them literally. Castor's story of how it took five years for their family to buy Pollux's way out of the sewers??? How many more people are like that in the capitol? What did Pollux do to become an avox? I want to know more.

-I especially forgot and missed Messalla. There were so many more capitol rebels who were working on the front lines than I think I remember, and they highlighted that silly comment Messalla made about the apartment value right before all the skin was melted off of him like a human candle. Horrifying. I really like that they made it clear everyone suffers under a regime like that, even if it's different, and solidarity is important.

-Something about the way Haymitch and Katniss talk to each other just gets me. Them both accusing each other for being the reason they lost Peeta and then forgiving each other? Also the way he like, in the background staunchly defends and works to help Peeta recover while Katniss is like wandering around or in district 2? Obsessed. They are like the same person so they are simultaneously able to hold each other to a higher standard than they hold themselves, but also able to forgive each other more than they can forgive themselves. You get what I'm saying???

-Johanna and Katniss roommates training montage when? Forgot all about it, I don't even remember liking Johanna that much the first time. But the way she so matter of factly cuts to the root of the problem every time; telling Katniss about her and Peeta's time being tortured when Katniss asks, answering Peeta's questions about why Gale wouldn't have believed he'd be like that if he hadn't seen it himself: that he's the evil mutt version, not Katniss. I was like oh, the value of that honestly for Katniss who cannot read into anything to save her life, and for Peeta who can't tell what's real, is monumental.

-Also Gale made that comment about feeling the same type of anger that Peeta was when Katniss was in the first Hunger Games; wild. Like, that comment took me so aback I had to read it multiple times. Like, he couldn't really be telling her he was feeling homicidal rage at watching her kiss another boy in the TELEVISED MURDER GAMES. When I catch that man. He's a great character and he's realistic and honest, but god he just says all the wrong things all the time.

-Darius the Peacekeeper. Talk about a guy that haunts the narrative, I feel like this guy was in the back more than Katniss' dad. Peeta's description of his death will stick with me forever now, I had forgotten it!! Thanks!!!

This is getting too long and I have so many thoughts but: rereading childhood books that hold up is a WILD ride. Recommend me your everlark fanfictions, or even hayffie. I'm in a THG vibe now.

[djarindroid]

Late Nights

Pairing: Thanos x F! Reader

Summary: Your quiet night shift turns into something else when a regular with purple hair and a habit for cherry vapes starts showing up.

Warnings: Brief harassment

Word Count: 2,974

Comments: SO I actually wrote this a couple of months ago, but forgot about it so it got buried in my docs. Thanos is probs a lil ooc but 🤷‍♀️I like writing him as a cutie

Working the night shift at a convenience store wasn’t your ideal job, but it worked for now. The hours were long and sometimes lonely, but the pay was good. Besides, the store was in a nice part of town. It was quiet most nights, just you and the soft hum of the fridges, and the occasional person getting their midnight fix.

The people you’d see come and go all fit into categories, there were the people rolling home after a late shift, picking up something quick for dinner; there were the people stumbling in after being out drinking; there were the stoners coming in looking for easy food, and at the very end of your shift the early commuters start to show up.

Through your time in the job you’d picked up on a few regulars that come and go like clockwork. Though there was only one that piqued your interest over time.

The first time he came in, the first thing you noticed was his bright purple hair peeking out from his hood, the fluorescent lights made it almost glow. He picked up an energy drink, some gum and a cherry vape. He paid in crumpled up bills, didn’t make eye contact and didn’t want a receipt.

That was fine, you weren’t exactly here to make friends, and most people at this time just wanted to come and go as quickly as possible.

The second time he came in, you couldn’t help but notice how red his eyes were. He picked up the same 3 items. When he reached the till you couldn’t help but grin at the telltale faint smell of weed. He kept his head down, paid and you lumped him into the stoner category.

The third time he came in, he had more energy than you’d seen before. He seemed amped, a thin sheen of sweat covering him. This was the first time you’d seen him with his hood down, his purple hair stuck up and you couldn’t help but take in the tattoo that creeped up his neck. 

He picked up the same items, but this time when he approached the till he greeted you with a ‘yo.’ You smiled back at him, but before you could say anything he was putting the exact change down on the counter and walking out.

He kept coming back, not every night but most. Some nights he showed up later smelling of weed, other nights he smelt more like cologne with his hair slightly damp from sweat. He started to greet you most times he came in, but that was as far as your conversation ever went. 

Every time he came in it was the same three things - gum, an energy drink and a cherry vape. Always the cherry. After a few weeks you started to hide one under the counter when stock got low. You didn’t know what made you do it, you’d only ever exchanged quick greetings, but he was one of the constants in your life so it felt only right to keep his small routine safe.

One night you noticed there was only one left in the display, you grabbed it and stashed it, just in case he showed up. And he did. It was one of his earlier nights, where he arrived slightly amped up. You watched as he grabbed his drink, the gum and then stopped dead in his tracks at the vape display, his fingers already reaching towards the empty slot.

You smiled to yourself as you reached for the one you’d hidden earlier that night. ‘Hey,’ you called softly, holding the box up in front of you. ‘Looking for this?’

He turned softly to you, a smile spreading on his lips when he saw what you were holding. He walked up to the counter, gaze flicking from the vape to you.

‘You keeping a stash back there now?’ He asked as he placed his other items down.

You shrugged, trying to stay casual. ‘Only for the guy that always buys cherry ones.’ 

He huffed a quiet laugh as he pulled his money out of his pocket. ‘You must be my guardian angel or something,’ he grinned as he placed the money on the counter. You couldn’t hold back the small giggle that escaped you at that, which only made him grin more.

‘I wouldn’t go that far,’ you said, putting his money in the register as he grabbed his stuff.

‘Until next time…angel,’ he said, backing away from the till.

Heat rushed to your face as he called you that again, your brain scrambled for something to say back but (maybe to your benefit) he left before you could respond. You found yourself smiling for a long time after he left, maybe it was ridiculous, but the short conversation stuck with you.

That’s how it started. The two of you making short conversation whenever he came in. It was never anything serious, just a few sentences but you looked forward to it anyway. 

One night as he was reaching for an energy drink the bell chimed, signalling someone else had come in. You watched as the newcomer, a college aged kid, froze when he spotted the mop of purple hair.

‘Oh my god, no way,’ he blurted out, voice too loud for the late hour. He started making his way across the store. ‘Thanos right?’ 

Thanos? It only really dawned on you in that moment that you’d never asked his name. Thanos added up though, the purple hair and the multi-coloured nails, maybe it was a nickname.

You couldn’t help but watch as the kid approached, though Thanos hadn’t reacted, he’d barely moved a muscle.

‘Just saw you perform man, sick show! Do you mind if I get a selfie?’

Now you really were shocked, was your casual regular someone famous? He had to be at least a little bit if this guy had seen him ‘perform’ and was now asking for a pic with him. Thanos glanced your way, just a flicker but you caught the look in his eyes, like he was trying to figure out your reaction.

He nodded to the kid, murmured a quick thanks and posed for the photo. The kid thanked him multiple times before grabbing a drink and making his way to you. He was still mumbling to himself when he left, about how he couldn’t believe what just happened.

The door shut and silence fell over the store like a blanket. Thanos took his time wandering up to the counter, acting like he was browsing before settling with the same predictable 3 things.

He didn’t greet you this time, he was wary, almost like he was holding his breath waiting for you to say something.

‘So are you famous or something?’ you tried to keep your voice neutral.

A beat went by where you both just looked at each other. Worried you’d overstepped, you began registering his items on the till.

‘Or something,’ he finally answered.

You giggled quietly at his reply. ‘Should I start referring to you as Thanos then?’ you asked, tone teasing.

He let out a low laugh, ‘instead of what angel?’ 

There it was again, that damn nickname that had stuck, the one that made your face warm every time he said it. 

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. ‘Well, I’d just taken to thinking of you as the purple haired cherry vape guy but Thanos seems easier.’

He chuckled, a smile tugging at his mouth. He grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. ‘Night, angel,’ he called back just as it shut behind him. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking him up when you got home. You were shocked by what you found, multiple hits, music videos, even interviews. You flicked through, never leaving a like or following. You felt silly but you didn’t want him to know you’d looked, not wanting to change the small thing the two of you had going on. 

It was another quiet night when things shifted between you again. There was no one in the store except for the two of you, he was browsing the drinks like he always did. 

You were idly tapping the side when someone walked in. An older man, wearing a shirt unbuttoned a little too low, and as he approached you got overwhelmed by the smell of cheap cologne.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ he leaned both hands on the counter. ‘Marlboro red please.’

You didn’t even blink at the pet name, you’d had plenty of older men refer to you like that, it never really meant anything. You grabbed the carton, but when you handed it over his fingers lingered a little too long over yours.

You pulled back, stepping back just enough to be out of reach. ‘Anything else?’ you managed to keep your voice even.

‘Yeah,’ he said, leaning in. ‘Your number.’

‘No,’ you said firmly, opting to just tell him his total and hope that he’d pay and leave.

‘Aw, come on,’ he crowded the counter, hunching over towards you. ‘Just a drink sometime.’

‘I said no, please pay up.’

But he didn’t move. His hand began to slide over the counter towards you, and then…

‘Yo,’ Thanos’ voice cut  through. ‘You good?’

He stood a couple of feet behind the man, eyes not on the creep but on you. You managed half a nod but that’s all he needed.

‘Yeah we’re good,’ the man turned, annoyed by the interruption. ‘We’re just talking.’

Thanos took a step closer, not moving fast, just enough to make a point. ‘Think you should back away from my girl.’

The guy moved back instantly. ‘Oh shit, sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken.’

Thanos stepped between the guy and the counter. ‘Doesn’t matter, she said no.’ He shoved the guy towards the door, causing him to stumble over his own feet. ‘Get the fuck outta here.’ He didn’t raise his voice, but it was sharp and final.

The creep threw his hands up, ‘alright, alright I’m going. Chill out.’

The chime rang out as he shoved the door open and disappeared into the night. Silence settled in but your pulse was still pounding. You could still feel a slight tremble in your hands, like your body hadn’t quite realised it was over.

And then there was Thanos. My girl. You knew he only said it to shut the guy down, to make it end simply but still, you couldn’t stop it from echoing around your mind. It shouldn’t feel like anything, realistically you barely knew each other, but it did.

You glanced over to him, he was still standing in the same spot. His shoulders rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm, jaw tight, like he was trying to hold himself together. He was clearly agitated, you could almost see it simmering under his skin. The moment dragged on just long enough to feel heavier than it probably should have.

‘Guys like that piss me off,’ he said before turning to you, eyes softening. ‘You okay angel?’

You nodded, still a little shaky. ‘Yeah. Had weirdos in here before, they get bored and leave eventually.’

He watched you, eyes searching like he wasn’t fully convinced. ‘I’m gonna hang around for a bit.’

Your chest tightened a little. Not in a bad way, just in the way when something unexpectedly kind happens and you don’t quite know how to react.

‘You don’t have to do that,’ your voice quieter than you intended.

‘I want to,’ he replied easily.

That landed somewhere deeper. He could’ve paid and left like normal, but instead he was still there, a little tense, waiting to make sure you were really ok.  And the way he said I want to like it was the simplest thing in the world, your brain wasn’t quite sure what to do with that, so it stored it away, letting it settle in the back of your mind.  

You nodded again, forcing out words past the lump in your throat. ‘Yeah, okay. Cool.’

There was another beat of silence, like neither of you were quite sure what to do next. You looked to the stall that sat off to the side of the counter.

‘You can sit down if you want,’ you offered, jerking your chin towards it.

He didn’t respond, just made his way round and settled onto the stall, elbows resting on the counter. He was close enough that you could hear the quiet jingle of his necklace when he moved, and smell the faint scent of the cherry that clung to his clothes.

The store remained mostly quiet after that, just the rare customer rolling in for a late snack. During the lulls you and Thanos settled into something easy. Conversation flowed smoothly between you, you spoke about anything that came to mind - the weirdest combinations people have bought at 3am, the mystery of the single shoe that had been found in one of the fridges, the fact you think there’s a ghost haunting the freezer on account of its flickering lights.

At one point Thanos bought a pack of sour gummies, tearing into them like a man starved. He threw the first one up into the air, attempted to catch it in his mouth, only to miss completely. It bounced off his cheek and hit the floor.

You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth as you laughed.

He glared playfully, ‘oh, like you could do any better.’

‘I know I can,’ you said as you reached into the bag, tossing a sweet into the air before catching it cleanly in your mouth.

‘Damn,’ he muttered, grinning. ‘Didn’t have to show me up.’

You shrugged, chewing the sweet smugly. ‘Clearly I have talents,’ you joked.

It went on like that for a while. Not a single gummy being eaten normally. You made a game out of it, seeing how far apart you could be whilst throwing them to each other. Half of them hit the floor, the other half met with cheers when one of you caught them.

You were in the middle of debating what flavour the blue sweets were when the bell above the door pulled you back to reality. In walked Se-Mi, the girl that takes over your shifts, bundled up in a heavy hoodie with headphones on.

She paused when she spotted Thanos perched at the counter, giving him a quick once over, before raising a brow at you. ‘Morning.’

‘Hey,’ you said, looking at the clock on the wall, nearly 4am. ‘I didn’t realise what the time was.’

‘I’m a few minutes early,’ she shrugged, putting her bag away under the register. ‘Need me to do anything?’

You looked around, your eyes landing on the stack of receipts you were meant to sort. Shit, you’d completely lost track of time. ‘Sorry I was supposed to finish those.’

She waved you off with a smile, ‘I got it, go.’

You returned her smile, grabbing your bag and coat, at the same time Thanos stood without saying a word. You rounded the register and called out a final thank you to Se-Mi before turning to the door. Finding Thanos already stood there, holding it open for you.

Outside the night air was still cool, the kind that made your air puff out in front of you. 

‘Thanks, for sticking around,’ you said. ‘Ended up being a pretty good time.’

A smile tugged at his lips. ‘Yeah it was fun.’

Neither of you moved, unsure how to say goodbye now. It wasn’t awkward in a bad way, it just felt like things had changed between the two of you.

You gestured vaguely down the street, ‘I’m this way.’

He shifted slightly, looking in the direction you pointed. ‘I’ll walk you.’

‘You really don’t have to,’ you flustered. 

‘I know, come on.’ He set off.

You quickly fell into step beside him. You couldn’t help but notice the little things, like how he purposely took the road side of the pavement. It was so quiet out, the city not quite waking up yet. 

It only takes about 20 minutes to reach your place, the time was filled with slow conversation, the both of you clearly feeling tired due to the late (or early) hour. You stopped at the bottom of your building's steps and turned to him.

‘This is me,’ you said, shifting your weight. ‘Thanks again, for tonight.’

He nodded, followed by another one of those pauses. Not quite a goodbye, but neither of you knew what else to say. And then he held his hand out to you, palm up.

‘Gimme your phone,’ he said.

You looked down at his palm, brows furrowed. ‘What?’

‘Just gimme,’ he motioned with his fingers for you to hurry up.

You hesitated briefly, but relented anyway. He typed something in quickly and passed it back. ‘Call me if someone like that shows up again and I’m not there.’

You took your phone back a little slower than necessary, eyes focused on the screen. You couldn’t help but smile at the new contact - ‘Thanos 🍒’. You met his gaze once again, ‘thanks,’ your voice sounding softer than it had before.

He nodded again and turned to leave, but just before he turned he, almost offhandedly, added, ‘or you can just text me, whenever. Doesn’t have to be about a creep.’

Your heart jumped a little as you gripped your phone harder in an attempt to stay grounded. You tried not to smile too much as you said  ‘Okay, I will.’

He returned your smile, backing away down the path. ‘Night, angel.’

And just like that he was gone again, leaving you stood on your doorstep, phone in hand and brain spinning a little faster than usual. Wondering when exactly he stopped just being a guy that bought cherry vapes.

[dazedantics]

I was wondering if you could maybe do a gn reader x the friend group (Ace, Duce,Jack,Epel,grim) where the reader has been having a really tough time mentally and has been missing a lot of school and neglecting themselves due to depression and the friends come and come fort them one they realize, I’m craving some angst with comfort. Of course if you find this uncomfortable or you just don’t want to do this request feel free to ignore🫶. I hope your having a good day/afternoon/night and don’t forget to drink water 🫵❤️

First Years x Reader

Hope this is comforting, don't you forget your water either

You're not entire sure when it happened.

Or why.

Maybe it was the homesickness, not being around a familiar face for so long. The pressure of failing these classes you had no business being in. The constant overblotting where the most you'd get for your help was a pat on the back. Or maybe there was no real reason at all.

You'd just finally hit that breaking point.

You just knew it had happened. There'd been a sudden loss of interest in everything. Your work. Your friends. Your tidiness. Your appetite.

You knew it was bad, or rather, it wasn't productive to be like this. Wasting away in your room. Not cleaning. Not talking. Not sleeping. Actually, you weren't even sleeping -just laying there, heart hurting, brain throbbing.

Your body hurt, you felt weak. Didn't want to do anything.

At least you didn't have parents around who'd barge in to ask why you were acting so different, patronize you for being all moody.

You could just dissapear into the thick cotton sheets of your bed, trying to hide your eyes from your roommates.

At first, it was reasonable to anyone when you occasionally skipped class. Your friends took the opportunity to skip too. Well, they would have if their housewardens weren't so strict. They joked how they'd ditch if they were the dorm prefect.

Didn't question your blank expression and tired eyes, these professors assigned too much work! Go have fun, just don't rub it in their faces, okay?

Besides, you still forced yourself to go pick-up the classwork from the professors after hours. Your friends knew that. Couldn't get too behind that way, right?

Till you stopped doing that too. Just had Grim go in your place, who cares if he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and returned emptyhanded.

He had the time of his life anyhow. Sleeping in the sun, shirking all his duties as he gladly rubbed the free time in your friend's faces.

Had the ghosts for company.

Sat opposite you in the bed come nighttime.

He would have tried to slyly clamber into your arms to nap. But you kept your back to him, murmuring in the most steady voice you could muster as you asked him to leave you alone.

He did. A bit upset about it, but the Great Grim doesn't need someone nearby to sleep soundly! He could drift off just as easily by himself ....

You started seeing him less. Who knows where he went.

You couldn't feel anything. And yet you felt worse. Felt like crying but you tried not to let yourself, mind empty and full all at once in the worst way. You didn't know what was wrong. All you could hope was that you'd just get over it eventually.

It was so hard to sleep. You'd just close your eyes, too tired to even toss and turn. Just limp.

When you tried to eat, cause you knew you had to, you could barely muster more than two bites. Thankfully you had Grim to leave your leftovers to. Said you'd just find something later.

Not that you did.

You'd tell yourself you had to get up and shower or at least change your clothes. That greasy heaviness was building up in your hair and you didn't smell as fresh as you'd like to. But you were tired. So, maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

That became a mantra, one you failed to listened to.

Not cause you didn't want to. You just ... couldn't.

You closed your eyes, missing the light of your phone buzz on. It'd been on silent for forever, you didn't have the courage to face anyone right now. Digital or otherwise. This slump was embarrassing. You'd talk to your friends, explain to your teachers when you were feeling better. It'd have to happen soon. You'd been feeling this way for so long after all.

Your skin felt wet and hot, tears spilling without your approval.

You sucked on your lip, grip tightening on the blankets around your shoulders.

You didn't want to. But maybe ... maybe you had to. It'd just force itself out at the worst time otherwise.

You hiccuped a breath.

Then-

"Hench-human! I'm back!"

A knock on your door and a gaggle of footsteps thumping into your room right after.

You were quick to pull the blanket higher, at least enough to cover the lower half of your face.

"Oi, Y/N! Grim said you ain't been eating. I can see why, he snatches everything up before you can get a bite. Been doing that to my lunch all week." That was Ace, so that had to mean Deuce was here too.

Two people.

"Anyway, it's the weekend and we already got approved by the headmage to leave the island. Get up, and let's go!"

You swallowed thickly, hoping your voice wouldn't break.

"I got a lot of work to catch up on. Go without me."

A lower, softer voice now. "You haven't worked on a single assignment."

Jack. You could hear him sifting through the papers on your desk.

"Really? Oh, that's actually kind of a relief. I haven't done mine either. Vil's gonna nag me if I miss another assignment." Epel. "Why don't we take it and work on it together?"

"Yeah, but this is way more that the work from today." Jack murmured.

Now Sebek. "Human! Crewel has paired us for the new project! I won't accept excuses if you don't show up to class these following days!"

"Shut it, Sebek, you're so loud." Ace grumbled.

"Hey, are you okay?" Deuce made the mattress dip slightly, resting a hand on your ankle.

Oh no ... not that question.

You bit harshly on the inside of your lip, blinking rapidly to try and stop the tears.

"Your vitals are very low, Prefect. Do you need a doctor? I am well equipped to take care of any medical emergency, much more efficiently than anyone else, not to mention I'm right here. My brother just equipped new sensors as well. I can run a full diagnostic in a second if you'd like." Ortho of course.

You shook your head, unable to stop that single hiccuping breath, curling into yourself to try and hide everything.

"Not now ...."

"Y/N? Y/N what's wrong?"

Another dumb question and you finally crumbled.

You had no answer. What was wrong? How do you make it right again? Why won't these guys just go away?

At least they all seemed to freeze when you started sobbing. Heartwrenching cries that made it hard to breath, that made your gut twist as if trying to climb out your throat. You felt sick.

All you could manage to answer was, "I don't know."

Everything was blurry and achy, you hoped this would tire you out quick enough for you to knock out and skip the rest of this interaction. Maybe they'd get so uncomfortable they'd just leave on their own.

That's what you hoped.

The drawn out time of your wails ringing your ears made you think that had happened. That'd you'd just missed their retreating steps.

"I don't know ...." You repeated again, trying and failing to catch your breath.

Then you felt a hand on you wrist, dragging up to rest on something soft and furry.

It was Jack.

"Don't misinterpret this. I'm beastman and my own person. But they say animals can help ... comfort you and stuff."

You watched him through bleary eyes. His wolf ears twitched under your palm.

Grim jumped up between you, forcing his way onto the spot between your neck, rubbing and purring with a pout.

"W-well, don't take this wrong either, Hench-human. I'm just," he sniffled. "Testing if what he's saying is true. T-to make you feel better. But remember, I'm not a pet!"

You started to sob again, pulling them close.

Then, one by one, the others joined in. Hugging you, rubbing your arm or patting your leg in a comforting manner, voicing reassurances and silly jokes.

"You're gonna be okay."

"We got you."

"We're here now."

"You can rely on us."

"We'll whoop that sadness's butt."

"We'll stay with you till you feel better, even if we gotta hold you all night."

"You can get through this, we know you can."

"Yell loud as you want, till you start laughing so hard your sides hurt."

"You want us to do something embarrassing, now's your chance to tell us. Promise we'll do it if it'll make you feel even a little happy."

"We love you."

Maybe this was just a temporary fix, you'd be having to wait a while before you started feeling like yourself again.

But you started to smile through your tears, gasping and shakily laughing as they bullied their way onto the too small bed with you.

It was a bit too crowded, a bit too hot, a bit too loud. But you felt nice.

For all their flaws, you were glad they liked to remind you of your closeness. They were gonna stick around. And you knew it'd be okay to rely on them moving forward

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PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [01]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston to after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming? Warnings: None. wc: 1798

Chapter 1: So long, London

It’d been a week since I landed back in Boston, but with everything going on. Work had dragged me from one meeting to the next, and even when I wasn’t working, there was the whole “catching up on lost time” thing that somehow meant more emails and calls.

Now, finally, I was here—in Noah’s apartment, the one place that still felt like home, even though we were both grown men fumbling through adulthood. 

Noah was a long-time friend, we met in middle school, at the age of twelve. My family had known him for a just about the same amount of time. He is basically family to me and my brothers. 

I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank in, letting the familiar scent of his place hit me—the mix of old leather, coffee, and whatever cologne Noah used that was too subtle to really identify.

Noah’s eyes immediately landed on me like he could see the exhaustion in my posture. “You look like you’ve been run over.”

“Feels about right,” I said, taking the water he handed me. “L.A. was brutal. Shoot after shoot, executives breathing down my neck. I’m glad it’s over.”

He laughed. “Rich people problems.”

“Shut up.” I smiled, but my mind was still tangled up in all the chaos I’d left behind.

We talked about his law school schedule, the fact that he was leaving for his final year at the end of the month. I admired him—he’d been grinding away at that degree while I was chasing cameras and deadlines. Two different paths, same stubbornness.

Then the knock came. 

I glanced at Noah, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”

He got up, stretching casually as if no one was expected. “Right, I forgot to mention—my sister’s back.”

Noah’s little sister.

The last time I saw her was just before she left at eighteen. What I remember—though it’s hazy—is a quiet, painfully shy girl who always seemed wrapped up in her own little world. She rarely left her room and was almost always clutching that camera of hers like it was a lifeline. Being younger than us, she kept to herself, lost in her own bubble, while the rest of us moved on.

I was just realizing I actually didn’t know much about her. 

Noah moved to open the door, still acting casual like this was nothing new.

Then the door swung wide, she walked in. 

Daphne Denoire.

She looked different, really different. 

She looked put together—clean and polished, with a soft pink tone to her outfit that made her look both feminine and effortlessly stylish. It was obvious she had an aesthetic now, something carefully curated, far from the quiet girl who used to hide behind oversized clothes.

Still about five feet tall, but she carried herself differently—more sure, more deliberate.

It hit me all at once how much she’d changed.

She looked at me, brows knitting for a second in hesitation. “Matt?” she asked, voice soft with a hint of confusion.

I chuckled, a slow grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.

“Did you forget me already?”

She let out a quiet laugh. “I was trying to figure out if it was you, Nick, or Chris. Hard to remember after a while.”

I shook my head, still trying to wrap my head around how different she looked—and sounded.

“Glad I made the cut,” I said, trying to sound casual even though her presence was anything but.

Daphne disappeared down the hallway, probably heading to her room.

I watched her go for a second longer than I meant to, then turned back to Noah, still trying to piece it all together.

“She looks… different,” I said finally, leaning back against the couch. “Not at all how I remember her.”

Noah cracked open a soda, barely glancing up. “Yeah. It’s been three years, man. She’s not a teenager anymore.”

“No, I know that. It’s just…” I paused, still surprised. “She’s got a whole look now. All posh. Not the oversized sweats and hoodies I remember, and no glasses.”

Noah smirked. “Yeah, she ditched those in college. Got contacts.”

I nodded slowly, still thinking about the girl I remembered and the woman who just walked out of the room. “Still quiet though.”

I let out a low whistle, more to myself. “London changed her.”

Noah let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah...especially during her last year of high school. She barely spoke to anyone back then.”

I glanced toward the hallway where she’d disappeared. “Why?”

He hesitated, then said quietly, “She was going through a lot. Never really talked about it much. Just kept to herself.”

There was something in his tone that told me not to push. Something protective.

I leaned back, letting the silence settle between us, but the curiosity was already

“Always will be,” Noah said with a shrug. “But she’s not the same kid anymore.”

I leaned back, still thinking about the girl who used to avoid the living room like it was cursed. “No. She’s not.”

DAPHNE 

When I walked into my home, the last thing I expected was to see Matthew Sturniolo sitting there—looking even more handsome than I remembered. Effortless, calm, like he belonged in every room without trying.

I’d kept up with him on social media. Of course, I had. I knew what he looked like—knew the tattoos, the styled hair, the casual grins he wore in magazine shoots and brand campaigns. However, seeing him online and seeing him here, just a few feet away, were two completely different things.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a small crush on Matt growing up. The kind of silly, girlish crush that bloomed quietly—never spoken out loud, never really meant to be anything more.

He was always around—teasing Noah, raiding our fridge, or lounging on our couch like he owned the place. His family came from old money, filthy rich in that effortless way that made everything seem just within reach and totally untouchable. One of his brothers, Chris, had taken over their massive estate a few years back, sealing in that legacy.

He was five years older, just like my brother. Untouchable in that older-guy kind of way—cool, confident, with a lazy laugh that made everyone stop and listen. He never had to try; he just was.

For a long time, that was enough to make my stomach twist in that naive, girlish way I’d never admit out loud.

But that was years ago.

We were both adults now.

Seeing him now—really seeing him—made something shift. Not in the way that childhood crushes do, but in a slower, heavier way. 

My silly crush on Matt was long gone.

I had grown up, lived a whole different life in a different country. I’d seen more of the world, done new things, and experienced things on my own. 

I had to leave Boston.

Not just because I wanted to—but because staying meant facing things I wasn’t ready to confront. Things that happened in the silence, shadows I couldn’t shake.

There were things I couldn’t say aloud, wounds that didn’t heal with time, and a silence I carried like a weight too heavy to put down.

Leaving was my only escape—a way to disappear, to find some kind of peace away from everything I knew.

By the time Matt left, the house had quieted down.

Noah and I ended up in the kitchen—he rummaging through the fridge, and I leaned against the counter, sipping water and trying to settle into the silence.

He finally gave up and leaned on the opposite counter, eyeing me. 

“So,” he said casually, “you really happy to be back in Boston?”

I paused, eyes flicking toward the window like the answer might be out there somewhere.

“I don’t know yet,” I said honestly. “It feels…weird. Familiar but not the same.”

He nodded slowly, like he understood more than he let on, “Yeah. A lot’s changed.”

I just nodded, keeping my eyes on the counter.

There was a pause. Then Noah said quietly, like it had been sitting on his chest the whole time, “He’s still in jail, Daph. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

My fingers tightened slightly around the glass.

“Yeah…” I murmured. “I know.”

Another beat passed before I added, a little too flatly, “It’s whatever.”

“Just live, okay?” he said, looking at me, voice softer. “Especially since I’m leaving soon.”

Noah had one more year of law school. He’d be gone most of the time, probably only coming back once a month—if that.

“The apartment is basically yours when I’m gone,” he added. “Make use of your time.”

I gave a small smile, trying to meet the hope in his eyes. “Well…I’m job hunting, so…hopefully I’ll be occupied.”

He nodded, satisfied enough with that answer. 

A weird pause lingered between us.

Noah and I never really talked about what happened. He avoided the subject, always did. I knew he carried it with him, like somehow, it was his fault. That night changed both of us, just in different ways.

It was his party. His classmate. 

My room. 

He was my older brother. After our parents died in a car accident, Noah basically became my guardian. He was only seventeen at the time—just a kid himself—but he stepped up.

He did everything he could to fill the space they left behind, and I was only twelve, too young to understand the weight he was carrying.

So even if we weren’t the best at communicating, even if he didn’t always know how to be there when I needed him, I respected him, and I trusted him.

He was all I had.  

Leaving for London was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. When I first applied to colleges, I never imagined I’d end up that far from home. It wasn’t the plan—not when money was tight and we weren’t exactly swimming in extra funds.

However, I convinced Noah. I told him I’d work while I studied, that I’d take care of myself. Which I did. I balanced part-time jobs, early mornings, late nights, and the ache of missing home.

By the time I graduated, I had nearly $50,000 in student debt hanging over me like a shadow. My goal is to finish paying it off in the next few years. 

 I don’t regret it, though. London gave me space—space to find myself again after everything. Space to breathe, to grow. I met new people there through my interests. 

Coming back to Boston wasn’t easy. It felt like picking up an old life that no longer quite fit. Boston reminds me of a time I don’t want to remember. 

Looking for a job was the goal now. While Noah was away, I would try to steady myself.

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[Gilbert] I Love My Sworn Enemy Story Event Part 3

Part 2

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Right now, in front of me stands a man who brazenly committed theft in broad daylight, and behind me is the greatest phantom thief in this country.

The man in front of me is undoubtedly a villain, but I can feel the difference in stature from the pressure on my body—the person standing behind me is in a league of his own.

(Why is the great phantom thief out in the city during the day?)

Gilbert: You, do you know this girl is the rumored detective?

Man: ...A detective?

Gilbert: Yes. You know, "the detective favored by the Jet-Black Phantom Thief," she's quite the talk of the town, isn't she?

Gilbert: This is her.

The moment Gilbert-sama casually said that, the man's complexion changed. His previously healthy color rapidly drained, and his fingertips began to tremble slightly.

(...?)

Gilbert: I don't think it's wise to be too rough.

Gilbert: As a fellow professional, you should know that the Jet-Black Phantom Thief is the villain among villains.

Gilbert: If this were to reach his ears...

Gilbert: You wouldn't just lose all your assets; you might even lose your life if you're not careful.

Man: You couldn't be... no, you are––

Gilbert: Are you ready to apologize?

Man: I am so sorry!

The man bowed his head with tremendous force and pushed through the crowd at a frantic pace. I watched him disappear in an instant, completely stunned.

(So the Jet-Black Phantom Thief is someone who can make even fellow criminals tremble to that extent when they hear his name.)

Emma: Oh!

Gilbert: "Oh no, I forgot to get back what was stolen, what should I do?"

Emma: Don't imitate me!

Gilbert: Hahaha.

Emma: I'm going after him!

Gilbert: No can do.

The hand that had been resting on my shoulder tightened. It wasn't a rough grip, but I couldn't move.

Gilbert: I won't allow you to flirt with anyone but me.

Emma: What are you talking about!

Gilbert: And...

Gilbert-sama's hand slid from my shoulder down my arm to my waist, lightly tapping my thigh.

(My skirt pocket?)

I reached into my pocket as prompted, and from it, a wallet full of coins emerged, though it should have been empty.

Emma: Amazing, when did he...?

Gilbert: Heh, I wouldn't be much of a thief if I couldn't do at least this much. How many times do you think I've stolen treasures right in front of you?

Gilbert: Why don't you return it to its owner?

Gilbert-sama released me and turned his back.

Emma: Wait!

I instinctively reached out, but he deftly dodged me, my fingertips only brushing his clothes.

Gilbert: Hahaha, I won't let you catch me.

Gilbert: It's not my side job hours right now.

With a wave of his hand, he blended into the crowd and disappeared. It was always a departure like a magic trick, performed right before my eyes.

(I thought he would demand a price, though...)

(No reward or anything, he just helped me?)

(Even though he's a notorious phantom thief?)

(That can't be... right?)

(...)

(But there's one thing that bothers me.)

(The man who committed the theft earlier was afraid of the Jet-Black Phantom Thief...)

(And when he found out I was the rumored detective, his face changed, and he ran away.)

(Thinking back, I feel like the opportunities for me to encounter dangerous situations in my detective work have decreased recently.)

(In the past, there were many nerve-wracking moments when I cornered criminals, but...)

(Now, they just surrender easily, or rather... the number of such situations has increased since the rumor started spreading.)

(No, but I'm probably overthinking it.)

I returned the wallet to its owner and then looked back in the direction the great phantom thief had disappeared.

(I think I'm overthinking it, but if this deduction is correct––)

A few nights later—as I held my breath, hiding in a corner of a certain mansion, the clack of a cane echoed.

Gilbert: Good evening, Detective.

(He's... here.)

Gilbert: I'm happy you called me out.

(And he sees right through me.)

Gilbert: Heh, lies don't work on me.

Gilbert: You spread rumors that the promising new phantom thief and you, the famous detective, were going to have a showdown, didn't you?

Gilbert: The master of this mansion is quite something too. How did you persuade him to lend you the building for free?

Gilbert: I'm jealous.

Emma: ......

Gilbert: What is it?

Emma: Did you come to see me because you were worried?

(Honestly, I didn't think Gilbert-sama would actually show up.)

(...The fact that he appeared here means my deduction was correct.)

I want to believe the strange pounding in my heart is just tension from confronting a notorious phantom thief.

Gilbert: Yes, I was worried.

Gilbert: Even if I know it's a lie, I don't like you flirting with any phantom thief other than me.

Gilbert: When I consider the slightest possibility, I can't ignore it, can I?

Gilbert: But I send you calling cards regularly, so you should have just waited patiently.

Emma: There were times I was so worried I couldn't sleep at night.

Gilbert: ...Ah, that's true. You have dark circles under your eyes.

Gilbert-sama closed the distance between us and traced under my eyes with his cold fingertip. Normally, I would have backed away, but today, I didn't move an inch, just looking up at his handsome face.

Gilbert: What's bothering you so much?

Emma: Please listen without laughing.

Gilbert: Is the famous detective's brilliant deduction about to begin?

Emma: To put it simply...

Emma: Gilbert-sama is protecting me from all sorts of villains... isn't that right?

When I stated the truth bluntly, skipping the process, Gilbert-sama burst out laughing mercilessly.

Gilbert: To think you'd say that with such a serious face.

Emma: I've been thinking. Ever since that day I was almost killed, why have you been so persistently targeting me?

Emma: The Jet-Black Phantom Thief is someone to be feared among his peers...

Emma: And there are no villains who would dare lay a hand on me, the detective favored by such a great phantom thief.

Emma: Gilbert-sama thought that, and that's why he deliberately started targeting only me.

Gilbert: I always say I want you, don't I?

Emma: If you truly wanted me, you could have taken me away anytime.

Emma: But... I don't feel any real intent from you, Gilbert-sama.

Emma: So, I wondered if there was another purpose besides taking me away.

Gilbert: .....

(He's not denying it.)

The sound of my heartbeat sticks to my ears and won't go away.

(This is... the reason Gilbert-sama persistently wants me...)

(But if that's the case, then the great phantom thief in front of me is incredibly good-natured.)

(...He doesn't look like that, though.)

Gilbert: That look on your face... You seem to be misunderstanding something.

Emma: What?

Gilbert: You think I'm good-natured, don't you?

Emma: .....

Gilbert: No. That's completely wrong.

Gilbert: And it's true that I want you. It's not about protecting you...

Gilbert: I was just keeping other phantom thieves in check so you wouldn't flirt with them.

Emma: ...Why...?

Gilbert: I'm the one who wants to ask. Why do you see through so much, yet you don't deduce the crucial part?

Gilbert: The truth is simple, and everyone except you should have noticed it.

(No way...)

Gilbert: And when I say I want you...

Gilbert: I don't want your body; I want "the most beautiful heart in this world."

Emma: What is that––

As I tried to form words, my mouth was physically blocked.

(Eh...)

A shadow fell over my body, and something cold and soft covered my lips.

(............Eh?)

As I stood there, stunned by what had happened, a small pain shot through my lips. By the time I realized he had bitten me, Gilbert-sama's face was already away from mine, our gazes entwined at a breath's distance.

(.........Just now...)

Gilbert: Heh, I stole it.

Emma: W-What...?

Gilbert: Careless Detective, aren't you going to run away today?

Gilbert: Oh, or perhaps, have you finally decided to become my treasure?

His laughter is sweet, and his gaze is sweet. The sound of my heartbeat overwhelms the world, and even though it's night, I feel as if I'm under a tropical sun.

Gilbert: I think I told you before, but anything I steal, I'll cherish and adore.

Gilbert: Because I love you.

(...)

(........)

(.....................!)

I came back to my senses at his approaching face and pushed Gilbert-sama away.

Then, without understanding anything, I started running.

Far from fulfilling my duty as a detective to capture the great phantom thief, I felt as though my thoughts and body would burn out from the heat unless I was exposed to the cold wind all over.

(I might have wondered if it was true, but...)

(..................What kind of face should I make when I see him next?)

(I thought I'd be able to sleep if the mystery was solved... but I was naive!)

I'm sure I won't be able to sleep tonight, tomorrow, or the day after.

The lingering sweetness, and the pain on my lips, didn't seem to be fading anytime soon.

(I'm... a detective, and yet...)

(I might have had the most important thing stolen from me.)

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Epilogue

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Car ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You really want to take a picture of Joaquín's car

tw: fem!reader, suggestive, barely edited.

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I added a photo of the car at the very end just in case you wanted to know what it looks like. I also skipped the smut because I forgot my original plan for it.

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You noticed it right away when you got back from work, there was a CT5-V Cadillac in Typhoon Metallic parked in the parking garage. It took the usual spot of black truck that you always parked next to, you knew who it belonged to. Joaquín Torres had moved in across the hall from you a few months a go. Even though his number was right after yours, you had only met him a few times, and each time you ended up a flustered mess because of the nonstop stream of flirting between you two.

His new car, or at least you assumed it was, looked exactly like the one you made the other night before bed. You did it often, making cars on websites before bed, it was your way to destress. You could never afford the cars based on your salary but it was therapeutic to just make one without the worry of the cost.

You realized you had just been staring at it for a while before grabbing your things and hurrying yourself to the elevator to take you up. You would just have to ask him your question the next time you saw him, you decided.

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You finally saw Joaquín with his car, you were sitting in your car after a shitty work day when he pulled up. You hurriedly got out of your car, knowing that the worse that would happen is that he said no and that you would pretend you were leaving only to circle the block in your car before coming back.

"Uh, Joaquín?" You tried your best to sound casual despite the nerves building.

"Yeah, angel?" He gave you an award winning smile. He could tell you were nervous and that you were probably upset about the day from the way your cheeks were stained with tears.

"I just have a question for you," you shuffled on your feet.

"Ask away," he stood there patiently.

"If it's not too much trouble, do you think I could take a picture of both the inside and the outside of your car?" You rushed your question out, scared of the rejection.

"Go ahead, here," he gently handed you the keys and you excitedly took them from him. He watched you with a smile as you snapped photos of the outside before unlocking his car and jumping into the driver's seat. You took some photos of the car before getting out and handing the keys back to Joaquín. "Wanna go for a ride?" He offered and you nodded so fast he was worried about you getting whiplash.

You two got into his car, Joaquín in the driver's seat and you in the passenger seat. You set your purse on the floor by your feet and buckled in, ready to ride in your possible dream car. It wasn't a silent ride, there was good music playing through the speakers and you and Joaquín kept the conversation flowing easily.

At some point through the ride, Joaquín's hand landed on your thigh. You noticed and placed your hand on his causing him to turn his hand to hold yours.

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You were absolutely over the moon when you had gotten back from the drive, you thanked Joaquín so many times he just resorted to smiling at you.

"I seriously cannot thank you enough," you said for the umpteenth time. "Are you sure there isn't a way to repay you?"

"A kiss?" It was meant as a joke, you both knew that but you thought about it. What was the harm in kissing the handsome man who was willing to let you passenger princess while he aimlessly drives around just because he wanted to see you smile.

"Ok," you replied and he froze at your words.

"Ok?"

"Ok, I'll kiss you," you told him before his lips landed on yours. It quickly turned heated as he pulled you closer, pressing your hips into his. You could feel the imprint of his dick against you and it took all your willpower to stay mostly quiet just incase you needed to pull away at the sound of the elevator. You two, however, got lucky. The elevator stopped on your floor and you followed Joaquín to his apartment, your back hitting the door before it was fully closed behind you.

"You don't have to do this, you don't owe me anything," Joaquín told you, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

Joaquín would tell people that's the moment be fully fell for you, with your pretty lips turned into a pout and your eyes fully trained on his. "I will go down the hall to Todd's apartment if we don't keep going," you threatened, you knew he had seen the way Todd looked at you.

"You wouldn't dare," he joked, leaning in until his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "You're mine now and I'll make sure everyone hears you call my name," his joking tone was gone and it made a shiver run down your spine.

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Joaquín made good on his promise, both of you were laid out on his bed. The blanket was pulled around you both with you curled into Joaquín's side, you smelt of his soap and you wore nothing more than his shirt.

"I'll go make dinner," Joaquín said as he moved to get out of bed. He let out a small laugh when you whined and pulled him closer to you. "Ok, I'll stay a little longer," he smiled, how could he not give you what you want when you whine so pretty for him.

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I did a thing!!!!

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Jedediah likes to keep to himself, more often than not, after a days work he'd rather be in his tent or some corner by himself than hangin' around the saloon or singing songs with all the others….well, that was until he became friends with a certain Roman general, he doesn't know why but more and more the cowboy finds himself not wanting to be on his lonesome anymore and instead hanging out with the general, at first he blamed it on interest, he was just so odd to him, I mean, look at him! But then it shifted to how nice it felt to be around him, he just made it a bit better in a way (even if sometimes he was still a stuck-up jerk). But he guesses that there's no need worrying over it, as long as he's having a good time. Which they are, in fact, they're having a great time right now! Jedediah is trying to show Octavius a card trick he learned while the general watches in amusement.

Jedediah tries to fiddle with the cards again, “hold on-” he says over and over, until he ends up handling it wrong and sends the cards flying everywhere, he groans, embarrassed, but stops in his tracks when the roman laughs, it makes his heart skip a beat because it isn't his laugh that he had when they fought, that blank, humorless laugh that was just an act more than anything but instead it was loud and clear and real, Octavius snorted and covered his mouth in a mix of embarrassment and trying to get himself to stop laughing but Jedediah looked at him with stars in his eyes. “I-im pffft, I'm sorry- heh- I don't mean to laugh at you” Jedediah smiled and shook his head “no need, it is kinda funny, honestly” he said without thinking, because all he could think right now was ‘i have got to hear that laugh again’

But the thing is that “that laugh” was pretty hard to come by, usually Octavius just gives an eye roll, sometimes with an amused smile, you could get a chuckle or smirk out of him once in a while but anything else you have to work for…well, unless you're Jedediah, the cowboy noticed this once his sister commented on it, how Octavius seemed happier around him, how he carried himself different around him, he was…softer, more carefree, more relaxed.

He didn't know why he made him like that, but like hell if he was going to give up that privilege.

And he didn't give it up, he fought for it, worked for it, the thing that had him on his side, smiling at the roman, on the roof of the museum just to look at the stars. Octavius laughed, throwing an arm over his eyes, Jedediah honestly forgot what they were laughing about in the first place. But when they settled down he looked at the roman that was smiling up at the heavens “I love it when you do that” he muttered, Octavius hummed and looked over

“What was that?” He asked, Jedediah blushed, wide eyed in surprise as he tilted his head down to hide under his hat “s’nothin’ I didn't say anything” Octavius chuckled, taking the cowboys hat “what- hey!” Octavius laughed as he place the hat on his own head and Jedediah stopped for just a moment because he knows this could break his friendship, but just look at him! “Hey, that's my hat” Octavius smiled “it is” he stated, smugly “y'know what they say about wearin' a cowpoke’s hat, right?”

“No, I don't believe I do, care to explain?” Jedediah leaned forward, smiling “well they say, if you wear their hat, you owe that cowboy a kiss” Octavius blushed “oh really?” Jedediah nodded “true as can be” so without warning, the roman tilted his head up and kissed the cowboy, pulling back with only a hint of worry in his eyes “y'know, scratch what I said about you laughin’, I love it then you do that” Octavius smiled, rolling his eyes, and if he chuckled into the next kiss, that's only for him and his cowboy to know.

Headcanon: Jed loves it when Octavius laughs

[blackstarz]

Every three hours I wake up and say ‘omg microfics’ so here’s some more wolfstar for you, my loves. (The rest are in ao3 here, I only post a few)

This one’s angstier and contains reference to NSFW activities, so consider if you’re the audience for that. Toxic post-breakup wolfstar my beloveds

April Prompt: Unbreakable Vow

Sirius pushed Remus back against the table, hard. Something crashed, smashing on the floor beside them but Remus barely noticed. Sirius’s lips were harsh and unforgiving against his, pushing them closer and closer together as Remus’s hand twisted in his hair. He swallowed Sirius’s groan as he bit his lip, his tongue flicking over the wound. He tasted blood, and there had never been anything sweeter.

Remus pulled Sirius down with him, his hips bucking against where Sirius stood between his thighs, and the hard table beneath him offered no relief. Remus didn’t want softness, anyway – he wanted it to hurt. Sirius dragged himself off of his bruised lips to suck hard on Remus’s jaw, his neck, biting the marks he left as Remus breathed haggardly, unable to catch his breath. Any moment, the door could swing open – any member of the Order could walk in an find them, and yet Remus couldn’t think of anything but Sirius, and the horrible decisions they were making

He dragged him back to his lips, a horrible clash of teeth and noses – Sirius held him there with a hand around his neck. “I hate you,” Sirius whispered into the air between them, still braced over Remus on the table. “I’m going to kill Dearborn.”

Remus growled, moving through Sirius’s grip to kiss him again. “You left me,” he said when they broke apart again. “You think I’m the spy. You don’t get to hate me for trying to move on.”

Sirius barked a laugh, sharp and cruel. “Is it working?”

“What do you think?” Remus snapped, still panting beneath Sirius. He pushed himself up, forcing Sirius to give up the space between them. Sirius still stood between Remus’s legs. “I hate you too,” he said, sadly. They both knew what those words really meant.

Sirius sighed, even his breath shaking as he stepped back, running a hand through his hair. He looked wrecked, Remus noticed with some satisfaction, with bruised red lips and hair a mess. “Fuck, Moony,” he said after a long time, voice low. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Me neither.”

He’d tried everything – crying for days, drinking, not moving out of bed. He’d tried getting up and pretending it was all fine, but it wasn’t, and everyone around him knew he wasn’t. He’d tried being angry, screaming at James when he didn’t deserve it, screaming at Sirius and letting him fuck him until he forgot everything but Sirius’s name – and all that did was sully what they’d had before. Hell, he’d even tried – impossibly – to move on, to let somebody else hold him and fuck him and tell him they wanted him. One night had been all he’d wanted – one night to forget about Sirius and the pain and distrust, and Caradoc had been there, had wanted to be there. Remus looked over at Sirius sadly. It had only taken Caradoc’s hand on his arm – unthinking and utterly meaningless – for Sirius to notice.

“I can’t- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this,” Sirius gritted out. “When I saw him touch you, I just-”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

But Remus knew he wasn’t entirely to blame. He’d felt the heaviness in the air – the anger and the jealousy emanating from Sirius – throughout the entire Order meeting, even as he stared at the table. He’d known what was coming, and still, he’d welcomed it with open arms. It was comical, the lengths he’d go to hurt his own damn self.

“I can’t do this anymore, Remus,” Sirius growled, his grey eyes filled with storms when Remus finally met them. “I really can’t.” His voice was so tired, it broke the rest of Remus’s shattered heart into dust.

“So you’ve said,” he said quietly.

“So have you.”

Remus’s eyes dropped back to the wooden floor. “I know.”

“I love you,” Sirius muttered. Remus felt his eyes sting as they filled. “I bloody love you, Remus, and I don’t know how to stop.”

Remus huffed a laugh, wet and pathetically earnest. “Let me know if you figure it out.” The wound was still raw, open and bleeding everywhere and showing no sign of stopping, even after three months. Sirius chuckled darkly, though there was no humour in the sound.

“Why can’t we just-”

“We can’t. You know we can’t,” Remus cut him off, fighting to keep his voice from faltering. “You don’t trust me, Sirius. I would die for you, and you don’t trust me. Love isn’t enough to fix that.”

“It could be-”

“If love was enough, we never would have broken up,” Remus said sadly. “Love isn’t the problem, Padfoot.”

Sirius rubbed his face with his hands, coming over to stand in front of Remus again. He lifted a thumb and wiped a stray tear Remus hadn’t noticed from his cheek. “I’m sorry I ruined everything,” he said softly. “If I could fix it- if there was a spell, or I could make an unbreakable vow, or do anything to fix this, I would.”

Remus shuddered out a breath, and because he is a weak man, he reached up and pressed his lips against Sirius’s. Gently, softly – nothing like the kisses they’d shared in the past months. Sirius didn’t move back when Remus pulled away. “I’d vow to always love you, and I’d never break it,” Remus whispered. “But we’re in a war, and our friends are dying, and I can’t worry about our relationship if I’m too worried with wondering if you’re still alive.”

Sirius’s head dropped to his shoulder, his hair tickling Remus’s chin. “I can’t do it without you.”

Remus sighed, and closed his arms around Sirius’s body, tucking his nose into the top of his head. “I don’t know what to do.”

[rafecameronslittleslut]

The Cracked Mug

Summary: Rafe forgot your anniversary and a fight forms....

The kitchen was too quiet except for the rhythmic tick of the wall clock and the low hum of the fridge. you stood by the sink, a chipped ceramic mug in one hand, a dishrag in the other. Rafe sat at the small table, scrolling through his phone, pretending not to notice the way she hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes.

“You forgot,” she finally said, not looking at him.

He didn’t glance up. “Forgot what?”

you laughed, dry and sharp. “Of course you don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

Rafe set his phone down, frowning. “I’m not a mind reader, Livvie. If something’s wrong, just say it.”

She turned, placing the mug down a little harder than necessary. “It was our anniversary.”

Rafe blinked. “That’s not until—”

“Today, Rafe. It’s today.” Her voice rose, tight with the effort of staying calm. “You said we’d go somewhere. That we’d make time.”

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked like he wanted to rewind, to pull up some mental calendar and fast-forward to the part where he fixed it.

“I got off work early,” you continued. “Put on the dress you like. Made a reservation. Sat in a restaurant by myself for forty-five minutes before I realized you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t mean to forget,” Rafe said, quiet now. “Work’s been—”

“Don’t.” She held up a hand. “Don’t say ‘work’s been crazy.’ That’s your line every time something matters to me and you drop the ball.”

He stood slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You think I don’t care?”

“I think you care when it’s convenient.” Her voice cracked then, and she hated that it did. “I think I’m always the one holding us up while you float in and out when it suits you.”

Rafe stepped closer, hands out like he might reach for her, but thought better of it. “I mess up, yeah. But I’m here. I always come back.”

You looked at the mug. The little crack running from rim to handle. She picked it up again, stared at it.

“Coming back isn't enough if you keep leaving in the first place,” she whispered.

She set the mug in the sink and walked past him without looking back.

Rafe stood there alone, the tick of the clock suddenly deafening, the silence hit him like a punch to the chest.

He grabbed his keys off the counter and bolted out the door, rain starting to needle down as he scanned the street. You were already halfway down the block, arms wrapped around herself, shoulders tense like she was holding in more than just the cold.

“Olivia!” he called, his voice half-lost in the wind. She didn’t stop.

“Livvie, wait—please.”

She slowed. Just a little. Enough for him to catch up. He jogged to her side, breath coming hard, unsure whether from running or from everything else caving in at once.

“I know I don’t get to say the perfect thing right now,” he said, voice rough. “And I know I messed up. But I’m not gonna let this end on a rain-soaked street.”

You turned to face him. Her eyes were rimmed red, but dry now. “You think just chasing after me fixes it?”

“No,” he said. “I think showing up now doesn’t erase not showing up before. But I had to try. Because you matter. And because I forgot one day—but I’ve never stopped choosing you.”

She stared at him for a long moment, lips pressed tight. “Words are easy, Rafe.”

“I know. So let me show you.” He stepped closer, soaked through, shaking but steady. “I’ll make every day after this one count. Not just anniversaries. All of it. I’ll be better.”

She let out a breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

“But you’re my idiot,” she muttered, and before he could say another word, she pulled him into a kiss.

They kissed for a while, in the rain, in the mess, in the middle of everything unresolved but still worth salvaging.

“Let’s go home,” she finally whispered.

He held her tighter. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

[muninnhuginn]

gonna have a go at a tbhx liveblog. tbh, idk if I'll keep this up or if it'll fade away, but let's have a go.

context in terms of my current knowledge of the series going in:

superheroes? something about public perception dictating how they're seen and some kind of 'trust' rating

one character takes on the role of another

yaoi in episode two(?)

crimes against women discourse

3d/2d animation - given how the other to be hero series operate I'm going to guess this is dependent on world but idk fully

I've seen 'to be hero' and 'to be heroine' so that'll also be informing some stuff here. oh! also, I'll be watching in chinese, though not sure in this case whether the japanese release gets edited down as it did for the previous series in this collection

will be using the tag '#mun watches that hero show' so as not to spam the main tag

Episode 1 thoughts below cut

unsubtle visuals my beloved. anyway, starting themes of the show are "everyone can be a hero" vs "the only path is to accept reality and work hard".

oooh okay nice episode title card. again, on the nose, but it's not like it *needs* to be subtle. also "41 years after commission", iseeisee.

"one day you'll be replaced by someone else" - okay, so. given one of the only spoilers I do know for this series, that's. well.

two seconds later. fingerguns out. wasn't expecting it *quite* that quickly, but comedic timing on point

"who you are is of no importance" - same thing as he was saying himself earlier, but context makes it come off pretty differently

"nice has been doing poorly ever since 'that incident'" taking notes taking notes. that'll definitely come back later

ah, belief system is largely how I'd thought it'd be? belief makes reality, essentially. "as long as we package you flawlessly" and they're having an ad guy do this. fitting.

this question is more fitting to be posed to an obsessive fan than a romantic partner ngl. oh nice, glasses blonde agrees with me

oof rip he actually knows the answer right down to the runtime. that's... kinda embarrassing. obsessive fan it is.

oh. right. okay, I forgot he'd been involved in making a load (all?) of these ads. he gets a pass but he's on thin ice

"she's always been my goddess". I'm taking so much damage here.

oooh the comboing 2d with 3d for the liquid and smokey effects. reminds me of arcane.

trust vs fear. another theme, methinks

so, the villains will represent a fear - in this case, being fired? makes sense. it's presented as though it's a general fear, but I expect that each fear will be relevant to lin ling in some way or another and become increasingly close to his personal fears as the show goes on....?

2d replay of 3d scene. backdrop is somewhat different now though. or rather, the lighting emphasises the poster with the shattered face and saturates out nice almost completely

not the falling imagery. I wasn't gonna make any of this about link click and I know link click doesn't have the monopoly on falling off buildings but. creator footprint.

"I hope that someday I'll be able to protect those worth protecting" noting down as more arc relevant words even if I suspect the first time around will Not go well

moon pulling lin ling out of his fear, not through any actions of her own, but through the marketable version of her he remembers

pshh the flickering between selves as he punches. jjk op vibes.

first re-emphasis of "anyone can be a hero"

interesting how he carries through the final attack still in 2d

visual contradiction. neat.

discussing nice choosing to throw himself off a building as they're heading up to the very top of another building. topical.

yeaaah. wasn't sure exactly how it'd happen but the crimes against women discourse had me thinking she'd die. I'm... not sure if it sticks or if she "comes back" then dies again? I was kinda trying to avoid spoilers but also vaguely curious. I guess I'll find out

Some misc thoughts overall:

Visually, this show seems really strong thus far. Imagery, how it combines the different art styles, how it switches between them for emphasis. Really works

Tonally... kinda all over the place. A lot of this is presented comedically with dark undertones so it's hard to know how seriously you're *meant* to be taking things

The ending (opening) sequence is incredibly focused on a guy we've not met yet, but with visual similarities to Nice. I've managed to avoid most of the promo stuff so I don't actually have a clue who this guy is, though the chess pieces make me think potential "chessmaster" archetype?

oh right. The part about the belief system that struck me the most was the way that Lin Ling's eye colour physically changed. Currently, we're getting all the mirror visuals and seeing Lin Ling's thoughts with him as "himself". I'm curious as to how far his "becoming" Nice will go and whether he'll be able to "return". There's also been a lack so far of information whatsoever about his life prior to this. Whether he has (had?) friends or family. He didn't seem to be calling anyone when he was at the top of the tower but that doesn't mean he *doesn't* have anyone.

Lin Ling's profession as an advertising guy in the context of the trust system. He tended to be on the back end of the marketing work rather than the forefront before this, sure, but it seems super relevant to me that his job was all about public perception. Also, the sheer number of advertising posters/video ads in the backdrop at all times was overwhelming but intentional. Weirdly, am being reminded of Go Go Loser Ranger with some of it

[home1ander]

The lull to the side that his head was little to do with actual thought. "So, I remembered it right." Not exactly an actual question but he wouldn't fault Roman for answering by mere assumption. The same thing could really be said about John. He was in a good mood. They were like sexually deprived people so he couldn't deny that was part of the reason. It's a factual knowing. Okay, perhaps a little they should think at first before they'd probably crossed certain borders or certain boundaries that they shouldn't have. To say it was a little would be an understatement. Seems like that was the the furthest from either of their minds. To hope required emotional attachment and involvement. Dangerous on certain scales. "And you sure succeeded. Neither of us cared about introductions. I didn't even worry about that cameras could have saw us. In fact, I think that might've excited me more."

He probably should have taken his mind out of the gutter but that wasn't going to last. Not with how John's mind worked. He felt he could've shown some manners by acquiring his name at least before they did the deed. "I recall what you said. Now I'm confident that you'll actually come back after this. Hmm?" With that his eyes were to have fallen lidded, and air escaping from each other's lungs would be silenced from the fierce kiss that John would give Roman. Each one prompted a smile in between, both of his arms roped him in closer against himself by proximity. Even when the kiss would cease, John could still taste it and he'd gotten this even dumber smile across his face. Cheshire-like, really. Didn't matter that he was interrupted the 'ding' as an indicator they reached desired area.

It was a spacious penthouse. And the thing about it was John had this place all himself on the top floor. Of course, it got lonely sometimes. Mentally he prided himself going by Roman's reaction of pure awestruck. Couldn't deny that sometimes he forgot how vast it was when he was gone all day and then returned when it ended. "Yep. And it's all mine." And Vought funded it, they still do. I didn't have to pay a single quarter, he could have said, but he didn't. It's shameless the way John could feel himself purring more than he could hear himself doing it once Roman ran his hands down his torso. Following up by how he could already be seen kicking off his boots. His knees did that same stupid thing they did when they were back in the elevator. They wobbled. Felt like jelly--figuratively speaking. He didn't know why. His voice hitched a little and he nods. "Yeah. Keep going." He to steal a peck from his lips.

˚　.˚　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　☠︎ When corrected, for once, he doesn't snap and just chortles back. "Right, that's what it is." He's in a great mood right now, which made him more agreeable and less reactive to little things like that that might spur a slight sense of embarrassment for getting something wrong, but at the moment that wasn't a concern. It's clear to him it wasn't done to slight him in any way. And things move along quickly enough for him to be smirking back at John through a heavy lidded gaze. Tempted to provoke him further to see him unravel in front of him, all by his own hand. But he wanted to make it to his place first where they'd have more freedom to indulge in one another however they pleased.

And hand comes over chest with a nod in promise to not hold himself back whenever they did get started again. And there's a laugh at the clear embarrassment shown when he shares his name so late in all of this. Hands come to John's chest reassuringly. "I think I was more preoccupied with getting you inside me than sharing anything else too. So don't worry your little head about it." It's said with a little kiss stolen before turning away as he hears that ding and elevator come to a stop. And follows behind the other as he guides them to door.

Waiting behind him as door is opened and he's quick to step inside. The extra clothes in hand dropped in a little corner by the door before he looks around. Of course it's huge and lavish. "Wow." A glance is given toward windows as he steps further inside. "That's quite the view." And part of him is a little envious of having such a view, that petty part of him thinking of looking for a better place for himself to compete but that's pushed away once he turns around to face John and a smile's given as he looks him over and steps closer. And index dragged down his torso. "I like this view better." Teased before hooking hands underneath his shirt to peel it off of himself. "Should I keep going?"

[whatthehellvictorhugo]

You know you’re too far gone when you wake up from a vague dream and your brain is screaming at you to write a Enjoltaire fanfiction (?) in fucking Google Sheets.

Not google docs,

But

Google fuckign sheets

(Yes it is in table format.)