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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 & 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞), 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, suicide mention and mental illness mentions

Word count: 9k+

Note: I was suppose to be on break but my anxiety wouldn't let me. I swear to god this fucking flops as well, I’m quitting

Once again I'm promoting my Steven Fluff to read after reading smut

— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.

Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.

"Don't be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help." Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn't move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. "I definitely gone mental."

With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.

The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. "Oh! You must be Steven Grant!" You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. "I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you."

Steven blinked rapidly, raising his arms in the air and shaking his hands around. "Ah, n-no. I'm sorry t-that was me! I was, uh, trying to convince myself to come in and I just-" Steven sighed heavily catching himself in his rambling. His cheeks tinted pink as he lowered his head. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm rambling."

Steven felt like curling into a ball and dying in a hole. He couldn't contain his stutters seeing a beautiful woman standing there with the softest eyes anyone, really, has ever given him. Most people ignored him but he was just glad that someone was willing to listen to him, even if he had to pay for someone to listen to his problems.

"It's okay, I see that you're nervous but come in and make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anything as well before we start." You said, opening the door wider for Steven to come in as you disappeared in the room.

Steven tilted his head back, closing his eyes. "Get it together, mate. This is your therapist, don't make her uncomfortable or anything." He whispered to himself, gathering his courage, and walked inside the room.

Steven felt the weight on his shoulder immediately dropped taking in the sight of the room. There were plants everywhere. Literally on the walls, near the window planes with the vines drooping lowly against the wall to the floor. It was colorful, a mushroom chair? Steven believed it was a chair in front of a comfortable green couch. The rug underneath the black wooden coffee table was a huge sunflower.

Steven smelt floral scents seeing multiple candles lit up around the room. The scent of vanilla with the label on the candles saying bath and body works. He had no clue where you got that candle from since he never heard of a bath and body works. The whole room was just comfortable and relaxing but he realize this was your living room, he worried for a moment that it was an invasion of your privacy coming to your apartment instead of your actual workplace.

"Oh, this is where I do my therapy sessions since I'm a private therapist." You said as if you read his mind coming back to him with two cups of tea in your hands. "Tea?

"Yes, please." Steven nodded, grabbing the mug from your hand. He shakily raised the mug to his lips, blowing against the steam to cool down the tea. His eyes roamed around as he saw you take a seat on the mushroom chair and sit down. "Why do you do your therapy sessions at home? Don't you think it's a bit dangerous with your clients?"

You took a small sip from your tea, raising your eyebrows up with a small chuckle. "I'm not too worried about that. I've been taking lessons in martial arts since I was a child and I still take lessons. I'm a black belt in different forms in martial arts so if someone tries, I can kick their ass."

Steven lightly smiled. "And it must be cheaper than owning an office. . ." He trailed off as his eyes landed on a cat tower with a white, fluffy cat with piercing blue eyes. The cat's tail swung back and forth on the edge of the tower as it stared at Steve. "Cat. Hello." He waved lightly to the cat.

The cat blinked its eyes at Steven. "I hope you don't mind Cleo. She's an emotional support cat, you can pet her if you like." You said, putting your cup on the black coffee table and folding your hands on top of your lap.

"Really? You don't mind if I pet her?" Steven said giddy, placing his mug on the table as well and striding to the cat tower, holding his hand out to Cleo. You shook your head as Cleo rubbed her forehead against his fingers, the smile stretched against his lips. "Did you name her after Cleopatra?"

"No, after Cleo De Nile." You lightly joked but the joke went over Steven's head as he furrowed his brows, petting the cat who closed her eyes in contentment loving the attention she was getting.

Steven felt all the worry and anxiety wash away petting the emotional support cat. He wanted an animal like a cat or dog but he couldn't take of himself well and didn't want to accidentally neglect the animal so he settled for a fish. "Cleo De Nile? I never heard of that name before."

"I was joking, Steven. I did name her after Cleopatra." You said watching the man curiously. You were taken back by how good-looking he was. The rough, brown curls fell over his head messily, slightly falling over his forehead. His tan skin glistened over the fluorescent lights showing the very dark bags underneath his brown eyes.

Your rule was not to fall for any clients because they were here to get the help they needed and to use the skills they gain to help cope with what they were dealing with. Your personal feelings didn't matter under this profession but watching this new client happily pet your cat with such delicate touches, talking to her as if she was a person and just his utter presence allured you. Especially when he called you darling, it made your heart pound.

"Do you like Egyptian history?" His voice suddenly held confidence and happiness, a sudden switch from before as his shoulder relax and he turned around to look at you with wide eyes.

"Yes. I find the concept of God's interesting after since a real one came and formed a group to help stop threats against our world, I've been non-stop researching other ones." You had to stop yourself from rambling because this wasn't about you, this was session was going to be about him but since he was ten minutes early, you could talk about whatever until the time came for the session.

"They're quite fascinating, innit?" Steven was jumping on the balls of his feet, walking to the green chair near the cat tower, and sat down. You nodded and you allowed Steven to rant about Egyptian history. The way he spoke so passionately about the subject, you couldn't help but smile seeing how his eyes would glint happily. Whatever nerves he had before were just gone.

You, at first, thought he was a shy person but he wasn't shy. No one would listen to him and that made him shy away from people because you believed when he did try to be an outspoken person, they would ignore him. You didn't feel bad for him, you felt bad for those people who are missing out on a person who was passionate and honestly funny.

You couldn't help but giggle at his puns while he talked about the history. You knew most of what he was talking about but you allowed your clients to ramble about their passions. You liked seeing how people would light up when they spoke about their passions. "And- oh, wait. I'm sorry, darling. I'm wasting your time." Steven begins to apologize, burying his face in his hands. "I rambled again, didn't I?"

"You did but I enjoyed our talk, now, it's time for our therapy session." You said, tilting your head and crossing your legs across each other.

Steven felt his cheeks tint again in embarrassment. His eyes searched for any signs of annoyance in his ramblings but there was no annoyance, just pure softness that never went away. "O-oh, of course." He cleared his throat, removing his hands from his face. "Um, I've never been to therapy before so I'm not sure how this works? Have you ever been to therapy before-" he stopped himself with wide eyes, frantically shaking his hands in the air. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry-"

"Steven, it's fine. You don't need to apologize." You smiled softly. He relaxed a bit but felt embarrassed again that he was overly apologizing. "I have been to therapy before. How I like to start with new clients is by telling a bit of myself and I tell my new clients that I have been to therapy before. I don't mind sharing this but I witness my mom kill herself in front of me. I suffered from PTSD, dissociation, and depersonalization. I went through therapy for years because of that and it helped."

Steven frowned. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

"It's okay but the bottom line of getting the help you need is admitting to yourself that you need help. You're brave enough to admit that you need to be vulnerable with someone and just being here, you're on the journey for healing."

Steven didn't know what it was but your words elevated his attraction toward you. He had to mentally cuss himself for finding any type of attraction towards you. It was inappropriate for him to find you attractive. You were his therapist, this is your job to comfort him, to help him, and guide him. He shouldn't be feeling attraction.

Steven softly smiled at your words. "I'm a bit nervous." He admitted, shifting in his chair as his eyes met your gaze to see how gentle and patient you were being.

"That's okay, with each session, it will get easier."

Steven nodded and hoped it will get easier to be more vulnerable.

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Six months have passed and Steven did become more vulnerable and looked forward to each therapy session. He grew more confident with each and every session, comfortable enough to talk about everything and anything that was going on with him.

You also saw how slowly he was growing to get better. Meeting with him every Wednesday for the past four months and watching him get better has been a delight. The bags underneath his eyes slowly decreased and he was resting a bit better with each month, there were still issues to be talked about and healed from but the overall progress made Steven happier.

And with each session, you couldn't help your hammering heart against your rib cage with each discussion, each talk of his or yours hyper fixation. It almost felt just like a talk between friends and Steven did consider you his friend. He knew he paid you to hear his problems but he didn't have many friends, in fact, none at all but he saw you as one.

And perhaps you were starting to see him as one as well. These therapy sessions have become more than just you listening to his mental problems and diagnosing him and also giving him tips and tricks to helping himself when he can't get to you. But the thing was, he has your number and often called you. He just didn't call you for when he was having mental breakdowns.

There were the late-night talks about anything that came to yours and his mind. The daily night calls that made your heart swarm. You looked forward to seeing Steven Grant each Wednesday and the phone calls each night.

"So, how's your niece doing?" Steven questioned, petting Cleo on his lap who happily purred against his lap, rubbing her head against his chest. She wasn't the only one enjoying his company, you were wearing your lazy clothing instead of your professional clothing. Just the simple change in clothing that Steven noticed in the past three weeks you changed into.

"Her first day at Kindergarten started this week. My sister sent me pictures." You beamed, pulling out your phone, and showed him the picture of your niece smiling wide at the camera with the overly huge backpack slung on her back.

Steven smiled staring at the picture. "She's bloody adorable. . ." He trailed off glancing up at you. "Do you ever wish to have children?"

"Oh God no. . .I'm more like the rich, fun aunt. I believe that not everyone is made to be a parent." You pulled your phone away and locked it. "Have you ever thought about children?"

Steven tilted his head as he thought about it. Would he ever have children? Children were a big responsibility and he was already thirty-six without children. There was no shame in having kids and he didn't know if he could take care of another human. "Time to time but I don't think I can take another human."

You purse your lips and nodded. "Yeah, I understand. And the financial stability. . ." You trailed off, glancing over to the clock. "Oh, it's therapy time."

For some reason, Steven couldn't concentrate. His eyes would fall on your lips as you talked. The way the plumpness of it would form words as you occasionally wet your lips. How the white, round glasses were perched on your nose. He liked how carefree you were around him, that made you more attractive to him but it was mental for him to feel attraction towards his therapist. The low-cut black tank top that showed your cleavage perfectly, his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly trying to make it too obvious he was staring at your breast. God, how could he focus when you were wearing the smallest grey shorts that barely covered your ass.

Steven didn't like to be a pervert but his dark eyes would follow your movements around the apartment and stare at the plush of your thighs. He wondered how soft they would be around his head, clenching around him as you panted above him and called him a good boy. Praising his actions as his tongue swiftly lapped around your puffy clit. He felt terrible for thinking the most sexual thoughts about you but fuck, he wants to bury his head between your pretty thick thighs.

Steven could say he was a thigh person, he wasn't as much before but after meeting you and meeting with you every Wednesday, his kink has grown more. He could imagine the padding of his fingers roaming around the inner of your thighs to help stimulate your orgasm further. No, this was wrong. He shouldn't think about his therapist, his friend like this.

You were only supposed to be helping him. Suppose to guide him on the journey of healing. Yet here he was gazing upon you with uttermost affection and lust, his eyes dilating as he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, his cheeks flushed peering his eyes away from you.

This wasn't appropriate. Well, he crossed that line when he call you every night to hear the softness and sweetness lacing in your voice. He would call you just to hear it as he imagined laying next to you. Steven often went far imagined laying between your thighs as he cuddled them. Imagining his mouth around your plump breast, littering the delicate skin with hickeys. He crossed the line and crossed it further as he was growing an erection.

"Steven?" You called out.

Steven hummed out nervously staring back at you, fidgeting his fingers around as he covered his arms over his lap. "Yes, love?" He asked nervously, hoping he didn't get caught.

"I was calling your name a few times and you didn't answer. . .are you okay?" Your voice laced with concern as your head tilted gazing upon the man who refused to make eye contact. It only furthers your concern as you leaned your body down, resting your arms on your lap. "Steven?"

Steven glanced over at you. The viewing of your breast propped onto of your arms, he felt his cock harden from the sight, inhaling a deep breath. "I'm. . I'm quite alright. Peachy, love." He shudder out a response giving you a quick smile before he glanced away again.

Steven was always an oddball to you. That was something you liked about him but seeing him just as nervous as he was six months ago worried you a lot. You scooted your chair closer as your fingers brushed against his hand. He inhaled a sharp breath, focusing himself to look at you. The line between your brows evidently showed how worried you were for him. "Are you sure you're okay?" You softly questioned, rubbing the padding of your fingers against his rough, scarred hands.

Steven nodded frantically. "Mhm, I just- I think I need tea to calm me down." He muttered out a response trying to bore his eyes only onto your face but it was hard to not look down when the view of your breast and thighs were in front of him.

"Okay, I'll make you some tea." The warm, welcoming smile you always gave him made his heart swell as you got up. His eyes bore onto your frame as you walked over to the kitchen. His eyes were trained on the way your thighs would rub against each other as you walked.

Steven hated how a small crush on his therapist turned out to be more of a problem than he thought it would be. Here he was with a hard cock wanting you to fuck him where he was sitting. It wasn't right to fall for the person who he paid for to help with his problems. It was fucking mental that he did something like this but yet here he was, daydreaming of all the possibilities of what he could do between your thighs.

"Steven?" You called out.

Steven turned his head towards you, arching an eyebrow and seeing your awkward smile. "Yes, darling?" He said.

"My tea bags are on the top cupboard and I was hoping that you could grab them for me. Last time I stood on a chair to get something from the cupboard, I broke my leg." You lightly joked, he knew because he was there and dragged you to the hospital, frantically stressing out because you broke your leg in front of him.

Steven paused on the memory of your broken leg. He would have to stand up to get the tea bags for you. That meant you would see his erection. His eyes slightly widened as he froze in his seat. "We-We don't have to make tea. I think I'm fine."

You arched an eyebrow at the flustered man who was too jittery. "If you don't get it for me, I will stand on a chair and you will have to drag me to the hospital again."

Steven hated how his therapist pulled the guilt trip card. Abuse of your power he could say because you were also giving him pleading eyes, glancing over to the same chair you broke your leg on. The power you had on him, you had to know the effect you had on the man because why else would you use those eyes on him. You had to know that he would do anything for you. It was sick how Steven was acting, he was your client, he shouldn't act how he is.

"Yeah, right. We don't want that again, now do we?" Steven muttered out, standing up as he shuffled to the kitchen. You stood there with the mugs on the sink, not moving. He knew where the tea bags were, the cupboard was directly above you where they were at. "Are you going to move?" He asked, he sounded ruder than he intended to but he knew if he went behind you, you would feel his hard dick against you.

"I'm preparing. You can just get it from behind me Steven." You said nonchalantly, glancing up at him through your glasses as you rose an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're fine?"

Steven closed his eyes for a moment as his heart hammered. "I'm fine, love. I can get it from behind." He muttered loudly as he awkwardly shuffled behind trying to stay a distance away from you but his chest brushed against your back. He reached over your head to grabbed the tea bags but he stumbled over his footing as his body pressed against your back.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as you froze. Steven froze as well. His hard cock brushed against the plump of your ass. His heart dropped as his eyes grew wide staring at the back of you. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry-" Steven abruptly stopped as he felt the plush of your ass press against him.

Steven nervously gulp and stared at you. You tilted your head to look at him. You should be disgusted with him. Telling him to back off as you kicked the shit out of him but you stared at him with half-lidded eyes clouded with lust. "God, I've been thinking about wanting to fuck you, Steven but I had my rule to not fall for my clients. But. . .I wanted you since I saw you. You finally grew the balls to make a move, after all, that time of mind fucking me?"

Steven's jaw slacked. "You. . .You knew?" His cheeks heated up as you chuckled, nodding and turning around to face him. "And you never said anything?"

You shrugged as your lips tugged into a smirk. "I'm a therapist. I can break someone's mind without touching them. So, I know when someone wants to fuck me with a mere glance." You pressed your hand against his chest as you backed him against the island kitchen counter. "You want to fuck me. Don't you, Steven?"

Steven couldn't believe that you knew that he wanted to fuck you but didn't say anything about it. He nodded shyly as his cheeks burned brighter under his tan skin. "Use your words, baby." You urged, lifting your lips against his. Gently grazing his soft lips as his eyes fluttered from the mere touches of you.

"I want to fuck you, please let me fuck you," Steven begged, gazing down at you as your hand roamed from his chest to his cheek. The padding of your fingers intricately trailed along his prominent jawline as they weaved through his thick brown curls. Something about men begging made your cunt pool with heat.

"Patience. Remember we learned that?" You hummed sickly with a head tilt as you pressed a light kiss against his lips. He leaned in for more, craving your lips against his but you moved your head back, shaking your head. "Huh, I guess you didn't learn patience enough through our sessions. Must I teach you again?"

Steven nodded. "Words, sweetheart. I want to hear words coming out of your mouth for the rest of the night, Steven. You'll get your reward if you obey, do I make myself clear?" You remarked. Your voice laced with harshness, it was something completely different from what Steven was used to. What happened to his sweet, soft therapist who was kind and tender with him?

"Yes," Steven replied. He was eager, this shouldn't be happening. You knew this shouldn't be happening. You made a vow that you wouldn't fuck any of your clients. That any relationship with them was inappropriate but Steven Grant was different. Perhaps, the returned attraction came when you heard his heavy breaths through the phone on the nightly calls, imagining his heavy pants underneath you as you rode his overly sensitive cock into oblivion.

But he was like an addiction. Watching him slouch back against the same chair in front of you, seeing his thick thighs spread in front of you. His eyes lighting up with excitement as his lips formed in the most intricate ways. It was hard not to imagine his lips on your pussy. This addiction to your client went far, you dreamt about Steven most nights as you fall asleep with him on the phone. Sometimes, you wondered if he heard your whimpers during the night from the sexual dreams you had of him.

This was wrong. But the addiction of looking forward to each therapy session gave you a high. A euphoric high you haven't felt in so long. He intoxicated you in ways that captured you and completely destroyed you. You promised yourself that you would fall for a client but here you were leaning your lips against his as you roughly pulled him by his curls.

Steven grasp your waist as his nose bumped against yours. The kiss was sloppy, much needed as you fell victim to his addictive touches. He pushed you back to the counter as his hands roamed from your waist to your face. His hands were too big to fit on your face entirely, part of it rested on your neck as he rubbed the back of your neck with his fingers.

The plumpness of your lips moving against his made him groan as he rutted his hips against yours. Blunt fingernails scraping against his scalp made his cock twitch harder. Steven felt his skin burn as he relish in the thought of finally kissing you after months of imagining it. But he wanted more, you weren't the only one with the addiction. He was addicted to you, addicted to everything you did.

You pulled your head back hearing Steven's heavy breaths. Your eyes dilated gazing up at Steven seeing his eyes bore at you, half-lidded with that euphoric state. "Please, I want more. Please, let me taste you." He begged, falling to his knees as his hands grasped around the flesh of your thighs, squeezing.

"I don't know. . .have you been a good boy?" You asked, curling your lips into a fake pout. "Because we were trying to work on your patience and yet here you are begging to taste me. Do you truly think you deserve to taste me?"

Steven nodded frantically as his cheeks turned pink. He hated how you knew that he loved being praised. This power you were using of looking inside of his mind was terrifying yet he couldn't get enough of it. "I do. I've been patiently waiting to taste you for months, shouldn't I deserve an award?"

You hummed as the corner of your lips tugged into a small smirk. "That's dedication. Perhaps you do deserve to taste me then." You parted your lips open, the slick aroused and dampen your panties. Just the sight of Steven on his knees, begging was enough to make you crumble. His pleading, brown eyes as his brown curls fell messily over his forehead. The way he tilted his head back as he let out a small whimper when you pressed a small kiss against his forehead.

"Thank you." Steven said, shuffling closer to your parted legs. He brought his large palms on the outer part of your thighs. His hands roamed on the side of your thigh creating a tingling sensation. The callous of his hands made you shudder as he stared at your body with admiration, his tongue dragged across his bottom lip as he glanced back at you with permission. "May I taste you now?"

"Yes, you deserve it." You replied.

Steven eagerly brought his hands to your small grey shorts. He imagined all the times when he fucked you in those grey shorts but next time, he will get that chance. His fingers curled around the hem of your shorts and panties, pulling them down swiftly to your ankles. You stepped out of the fabrics as you kicked them aside.

Steven brought his eyes to your pussy. His breath hitched staring in awe. The slick dripped against your inner thigh. His eyes fluttered at the sight as he brought his lips to the inner of your thighs. The warm breath fanned against your delicate skin, shivering from his breath you gazed down at him. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me wait forever."

"And here I thought I was the impatient one," Steven said but you rose an eyebrow at him. Who knew he was a bratty submissive. Feeling your intense gaze, his shoulders slumped as he shrinks from your eyes boring onto him. "I'm sorry." He meekly replied.

"Another snarky comment and you won't feel my lips on your cock."

Steven's eyes widened as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." His heartbeat against his chest, he was too excited for this. His tongue dragged against the slick that coated your inner thighs. His teeth scraped against the delicate skin as his lips formed around the skin, sucking harshly.

You sucked in a sharp breath, hissing through your teeth. His hands roamed on the outer part of your thighs. His tongue wasn't in you yet but just from his mere sucking made your walls flutter around nothing. "Steven." You breathlessly whispered as he twirled his tongue around your inner thighs, trailing litters of dark hues of purples on your inner thigh.

Your fingers curled around his thick curls as you felt his teeth leave crescent markings. Steven may be submissive but he still wanted people to know that you belonged to him. "Just taste me already." You snapped feeling impatient with his languid licks around your thighs, denying the simple pleasure of tasting of your pussy.

Steven bit back a remark. He knew if he commented on your impatient behavior again, you would walk away from him as a punishment. "As you wish." He said against your thigh, pressing a light kiss on it. He moved his head away from your thighs and stared at your glistening puffy lips. Your slick aroused further from his hickeys on you, he tried his best not smirk as he gazed up at you with half-lidded eyes. "You have a pretty pussy, doctor."

Your thighs clenched from his nickname. "Then have a taste of it." You murmured, weaving your fingers through his curls, tugging at the ends pulling his mouth forward to your clit.

Steven's hand roamed to your ass, firmly grabbing it to hold you still. He brought his lips against your clit sucking it. You let out a small yelp from the sensitivity. He chuckled against your clit, sending vibrations against you causing further stimulation. "Don't laugh."

Steven immediately shut up. His tongue swiped around your folds causing you to moan and buckle your hips against his face. His tongue flicked around your pussy, capturing the essence of your pussy. His nose nudged against your slick as he took inhaled deeply. He was utterly intoxicated by you. He brought one of his hands to your cunt, he teased you with the padding of his forefinger. His fingers moved to rub your expose slit roughly.

You rutted your hips against his mouth as he lapped his tongue around your puffy clit. You threw your head back, moaning loudly above him. His fingers pressed inside of your fluttering walls feeling your walls pull him in as he moved his fingers further in. The stretch made you gasp. "Steven, fuck. I can't wait for your cock inside of me."

Steven's lips tugged into a smirk. He couldn't wait to feel your pussy around him. His tongue lashed side to side against your clit. Your parted lips fell to meek whimpers as your thighs violently shook. With his other hand, he trailed it down underneath your thigh, grasping the meat of it as he propped it on his shoulder, further accessing your pussy.

You cried out his name as he added his middle finger feeling your walls pulsate rapidly around his fingers. Steven peered at you through his lashes feeling your hands curled tightly around his brown curls as you rutted your hips against his mouth. "Take what's yours, darling," Steven said. He felt an ache in his jaw but he didn't care, fuck, he waited for this sight with each therapy session. He wasn't going to stop tasting you.

You rolled your eyes back in absolute bliss from his tongue rapidly flickering around your puffy clit as his fingers curled inside of your pussy. He knows what he's doing what his fingers. You imagined his fingers inside of your pussy for months with all those times he would accidentally brush his fingers against your arms. His fingers were better than what you imagined.

Your legs wobbled from ecstasy. Steven was being too greedy. Too eager. You narrowed your eyes at him as you pulled his head away from your pussy. His chin was covered in his own drool along with your slick. The line between his brows showed how confused he was. "I wasn't done." He whined trying to shuffle closer to you but you narrowed your eyes more. He shrink from the gaze as he closed his mouth.

"Go to your chair. I'll be back." You threw his head back as you stepped away from him.

Steven scrambled up as he walked over to his usual chair confused. He hoped he didn't offend you in any way. He hoped he didn't cause any harm. Million of thoughts flooded his brain as he sat down, shaking his leg up and down waiting for you. But once you came back, his thoughts disappeared into nothing as he saw two sets of fabric in your hands.

Restraints? Blindfolds?

Steven shifted in his spot as you walked over to him, bowing from your waist as you went with eye level to him. He could see the reflection of himself staring back at him through your glasses but for some reason, he saw his reflection shift when he didn't move. He blinked and the movement stop. It was just in his imagination.

"Are you going to blindfold me?" Steven asked almost too eager as he sat up straighter.

"Yes but strip for me but leave your boxers on, sweetheart." You said as a small smirk formed on your lips seeing Steven's wide eyes.

"Strip?" He gulped as he anxiously brought his fingers to the hem of his shirt.

"Yes, or else you want to talk about your problems which I'm happy to do." You said, standing up straight and shrugging your shoulders.

"No!" Steven winced at how loudly he shouted. He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "No, I will do what you ask, doctor."

"Good boy." His cheeks heated up as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the couch. He glanced over to the cat tower hoping Cleo wasn't watching but thankfully, she was somewhere else. He lifted his hips as he unbuckled his belt and took his jeans off. He complied with what you asked for and left his black boxers on. "Hmm, you can listen, unlike our sessions where you valiantly ignored my suggestions."

Steven felt embarrassed about that. For the first three weeks, he did ignore your suggestions but it was because he forgot about them. It wasn't his fault. "I'm sorry, doctor." He muttered out an apology as he sat back down on the chair.

You tsk, stepping closer to him. "Well, don't worry. You'll get your punishment." You leaned your body close to his. Your breast brushed against his shoulder as you placed his arms behind the chair. Intricately, you tied the rope around his wrist.

"What did I do wrong?" Steven asked, furrowing his brows.

"Taking a long time to fuck me so I will return the favor." You cheekily replied, standing straight as you grasp the other fabric holding out near to his eyes. "Oh, and you don't get to see what I'm going to do to you. Let's call it sensory touches."

Steven was sick to choose his therapist to fall in love with. He didn't know what was worse, you using therapy terminology for sexual acts or him loving the idea of you dominating him. The fabric-covered his eyes as he couldn't see anything but darkness. You tied the fabric around his head tightly, stepping away once you were done you stared at the sight of Steven.

Steven looked like a mess. He shifted under the tight ropes, feeling it burn against his wrist with each movement, grazing roughly around his skin. His head was tilted back as his puffy lips were captured between his teeth. His thick thighs were spread as his hard cock strained against his boxers.

Your walls clenched around nothing, feeling the arousal of your slick fall against your inner thigh. You were quiet as you admired the man in front of you. He was your patient trying to get better but here you were having him blindfolded and restrained to a chair. You licked your lips gazing at him, silently walking up to him.

Steven perked up at your silent movements. You crawled on top of Steven, your legs rested between one of his thighs. He furrowed his brows at what you were doing. He hated how he couldn't see anything but he had to rely on his other senses. "I want to touch you," Steven said, shifting underneath you restraining against the ropes around his wrist.

"I'm only allowed to touch you. Rely on your other sensors." You replied, fully sitting on his lap, straddling his thigh. Steven's breath hitched in his throat feeling the slick arousal spread across his bare thigh.

"Fuck, please. Doctor, I want to touch you. I want to watch you cum on my thigh. Please." Steven pleaded trying to shift his head to nudge the blindfold off but your fingers curled around his neck, forcing his head up.

"Be a good boy and sit there." You replied. Steven whimpered as you rutted your hips against his bare thigh stimulating your needy clit. A soft moan left your parted lips but Steven groaned feeling your wetness against him. You brought your lips against the shell of his ears, whispering "Just sit there and feel me."

Your teeth scraped against his neck as you clamped them down against his sensitive skin, sucking harshly. Steven moaned as your tongue lapped languidly around his delicate skin. Steven couldn't see anything but his senses were heightened, his cock twitched from your warm breath fanning against his neck as your mouth sucked his neck. With his sight completely covered, he could enjoy the intricate movements of your mouth.

The way your hips rutted needy and greedily against his bare thigh. He moved his wrist around the restraints as he threw his head back, whimpering and heavy breathing. Broken moans fell from your lips against his neck. The simple vibrations sent him to absolute bliss as your fingers curled roughly around his neck.

Your slender fingers clamped around his neck causing Steven to let out a low moan as you squeezed harshly. Your walls fluttered from the stimulation of using Steven's thigh for your pleasure. Watching him sitting there, like a good boy sent you to an absolute bliss. You knew he would love being praised and loved to comply, it was terrible to use your psychological analysis against him but he was enjoying it.

"Please, let me see you, doctor." Steven pleaded, panting through his parted lips. "I'm being a good boy. I'm complying."

"Patience." You replied letting out small cries of pleasure as your clit brushed roughly against his thigh. Your thighs shook violently against his as your walls pulsated coming closer to your release.

"I need to see you cum." Steven begged but it fell on death ears as you shut him up with your lips sucking his neck. His cock strained against his boxers waiting for you to touch him. Your walls fluttered as the bubble formed in your stomach. Your body spasmed, shaking from your release as you cummed over his thighs.

The slick pooled down his thigh, falling to the chair. Steven whined as he let out a huff. "I wanted to see you cum." He muttered angrily.

"Oh? You're acting bratty again. I was going to be kind enough to ride you at this moment but since you want to act like a brat, your punishment is extended." You said, getting up from thigh.

Steven's eyes widened behind the blindfolds hearing you walk away from him. "Wait, no. Please! I'm sorry." He cried out, moving against the restraints. "Darling, I'm sorry."

You didn't say anything as your fingers curled around a candle. Walking over to Steven, your other hand curled around the hem of his boxers. Pulling it down, your mouth slightly slacked seeing his size as his cock stood up. The pinkish, swollen tip leaked with pre-cum, drooling against the underside of his forking veins. You shamelessly licked your lips, you didn't know how he was going to fit anywhere in you but you liked a challenge.

"Darling?" Steven called out nervously, shuddering from his exposed cock. He felt a small relief but he could only feel true relief if you were on him. You tilted the hot liquid onto his tan skin, watching it trickle down his chest. He jolted from the sudden pain as he let out a hiss, the liquid darkening and hardening against his skin leaving red lines that stretched across his broad chest. "Oh god."

Steven lifted his hips from the pain. You saw how his cock harden from the pain. You rose an eyebrow at this. "Likes pain as well. Noted." You held the candle above his body teasingly as you brought your other hand and brushed your fingers against his tip.

His cock twitched from the mere touch as he groaned, throwing his head back. "Please, touch me. Suck me. Fuck me. Anything, doctor." He pleaded, rutted his hips against your touch.

You chuckled darkly, shaking your head. "Just because you took the pain like a big boy." Your fingers curled around the tip, capturing his slick around your hands, and twisted your hand lightly. You tilted the candle again as the hot wax trickled from the edge, falling against his burned marks.

Steven hissed through his clenched teeth as he rutted his hips against your hips. "Fuck, more. Please."

You rose your eyebrows but a smirk appeared on your lips. Your thumb massage his sensitive tip, feeling his cock twitch under your hands as you continued to twist your hands in the right way he needed the most. You tilted your head over his tip, you pursed your lips to get and spat. The drool fell from your bruised lips to his swollen tip. He arched his back from the liquid hitting his tip as you captured the essence in your hands, smearing your spit around his cock.

You poured the hot wax against his other pectoral. The dribble of the liquid fell hurriedly into hot streaks of red lines along his chest against his nipple. Steven grunted in pain, capturing his teeth between his lips as he moaned. "I don't think I can hold on any longer." He admitted as his cock violently twitched as the liquid dribbled down to the curve of his abs. "Please, let me cum."

"No." You pulled your hand away from his twitching length as he let out whimpers from the loss of contact. You stood up and placed the candle on the coffee table. You gazed at Steven. He was a panting mess as he arched his back off the chair. The red markings of the hot wax presented itself as the hues of purples littered around his neck. His hair was completely messy falling everywhere as the blindfold covered his vision.

"I've been good, please, darling. I want to see you. I want to feel you." Steven pleaded but you didn't reply, you fell between his spread thighs. He felt your shoulders brush against his legs as your hands roamed on his hands. Intricately tracing the curving of his abs, you wondered how he was ripped when he admitted to doing nothing to gain them. You were suspicious of Steven because from the admitted blackout days, you worried that there was someone else inside of him.

You didn't get that part of the therapy but you knew something was off. But now wasn't the time to think of that. "You'll feel me soon. Just endure the punishment for a bit longer." The purring in your voice brought that addictive high that Steven couldn't get enough of.

Steven nodded. You brushed your lips against his swollen tip. He hated to be edged on and to wait for you but he didn't want this to end. Languidly, you trailed your lips around his tip capturing his slick and your spit. He let out a shuddering breath, slouching against the chair as he sighed heavily in contentment. He thickly swallowed feeling your tongue curl around his tip, hitting the sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck, love." Steven cried out, desperate to see you on your knees in front of him. Your tongue swirled around his forking veins on the spot that desperately needed attention. Meek whimpers left his parted lips. Spit blubbered against the corner of your lips, drooling down your chin as you took more of him in.

Steven gasped from the way your mouth was taking him. You shuffled your thighs together to try to stimulate the ache between your thighs but you were eager to ride him as much as he was eager to take it. Your chest tightened as he rutted his hips into your mouth, he was so needy to feel all of you around him. It was pathetic. Your cheeks hallowed as you lashed your tongue around his cock.

Steven didn't care he was moaning. He was enjoying this. Enjoying knowing that his therapist was on your knees sucking his cock. As much as he loves to be submissive, he likes the dominant parts to come out once in a while.

You knew if you continued to bob your head up and down on his cock, he would release soon. Pulling your head back, the silver string of drool and pre-cum glistened under the fluorescent lights. The string of drool wisps broke against your skin, dripping down your chin as you stood up. Steven whimpered at the loss of contact. "Please, stop teasing me. I need you."

"Don't worry, you suffered your punishment far enough." You cooed, bringing your lips against his as your fingers went behind his blindfold and untied it. Steven blinked away the darkness as he stared at you watching you pull away from him.

Steven was happy to see you finally after the torture he was put through. His eyes fluttered half-lidded gazing at the sight of you. You still wore your black tank top that showed your cupped breast perfectly and those glasses were still perched on the bridge of your nose. "Then please, fuck me." Steven sighed out.

"I will." You crawled on top of his lap, straddling his thighs as your walls teased the tip of his cock. Steven tilted his head as he lurched his hips up but you lifted your hips up with a raised eyebrow. "Patience."

"Yes, I know," Steven muttered as he slumped back down, waiting for you. Your glistening, slick folds brushed against his tip teasingly. His eyes narrowed at you, not in a condescending way but in a begging way. Deciding you had enough teasing the poor man, your dripping folds lowered down. Sliding down against his thick cock, you let out a low moan as Steven groaned, throwing his head against your shoulder.

Your fingers roamed against the muscular contours of his chest as if you were memorizing his body. Trailing the padding of your fingers against the red markings of the hot wax. Steven let out a shuddering breath from your feathered touches. You shamelessly rutted your hips on his cock feeling it nudge your cervix. He rutted his hips against yours to meet your pace.

Steven clamped his mouth against your shoulder as his wrist rubbed together. He hated these damn restraints because he wanted to touch you everywhere. He wanted to hold you close to him but you denied him of his fantasies. Your breast was pressed against his chest as your thighs rubbed against his waist. His prominent walls dragged along your inner walls so perfectly.

Steven knew he crossed many lines before but nothing like this before. This friendship bloomed from therapy sessions to you fucking him on the very chair that he sat on every Wednesday. He knew this was terribly wrong. He knew he shouldn't be doing this but he didn't care.

Steven had his red flags but this was the most prominent one. He used his resources of relief all on you now, was there need for therapy when he had you now?

Steven rutted his hips sloppily against yours. "You've been a good boy for me, Steven." You whined out, your forehead falling against his shoulder feeling his tongue lash around your shoulder as you moved your hips down his cock watching the slick glisten along his forking veins.

"I. . .I love you, doctor." Steven shyly admitted as he panted. The slapping of skin filled the air as broken moans filled out from the both of you.

Your cheeks heated up from his confession, feeling your walls pulsated around his cock. "I love you too, Steven." You admitted. You weren't supposed to fall in love with your clients but Steven Grant took your breath away and you fell for him. Hard.

Steven's cock frantically went in and out of you as you let out shaking breaths. He thrusted harshly against your cervix. As you brought the padding of your thumb against your clit. You cried out, wishing it was Steven but one day, it will be his fingers on your puffy clit again. The added stimulation enlightened your senses as you sloppily rubbed your clit. "Oh fuck." Steven cried out as your walls fluttered around him.

Sobs escaped your lips as your orgasm rippled through. Your thighs shook violently around his thighs as Steven bottomed out inside of you, letting out a low groan feeling your pulsating cunt help him through his release. You languidly moved your hips around him, Steven let out a hiss from the overstimulation as he whimpered. "It's too much." He said.

Teasingly, you rutted your hips up and down watching Steven's eyes roll back to his head as he bit his bottom lip trying to hold back his cries. You let out a small snicker and pulled yourself off of him. The mixture of cum, fell against your thighs. Your face heated as you reached over Steven and untied his wrist.

Steven brought his hands together, rubbing his wrist as he stared at you. "Are you okay, love?" He whispered.

You smiled genuinely as you nodded. He was always worried about others. It was something that you admired. "Yes, are you?" You glanced down to the red streaks on his chest that trailed down to his curved abs.

Steven nodded. "Yes but. . ." He stood up and placed his hands softly against your hips. "I need to shower but before that. . .did you mean what you said that you loved me? What about your rule that you told me about?"

You shrugged letting out a soft chuckle. "Screw the rule. I fell in love with someone who loves me for me. Not because I help you through you problems but sees me. I love you, Steven. Cleo loves you. I'd throw all my therapy rules away for you."

Steven felt a huge grin spread on his lips as he massaged your hips. "I'd throw all my Egyptian knowledge for you."

You gasped, gazing at him. "You love me that much?"

"If the multiverse was real, I would love you in every universe. And in every universe, I would give up everything to love you." Steven replied, brushing his forehead against yours as his eyes bore into yours. Your heart hammered as you gazed back at him with a huge smile. "These therapy sessions should happen more often though."

"You are scheduled for every Wednesday." You reminded him as you stood on your tippy-toes and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

"And I cant wait for the next Wednesday."

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Prince Charming

Pairing: Dark!Best Friend!Mob!Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader

Summary: After your father can no longer protect you, you are arranged to marry your best friend.

Warnings: sexism, misogyny, talks and mentions of the mob/gangs, arranged marriage, mentions of killing, bullying and blood mentions in flashbacks, Reader is spoiled, mentions of anxiety and nervousness, smut (18+) MINORS DNI, face sitting, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity, breeding kink, housewife kink?, although this is a dark fic, all smut will be consensual, still your media consumption is your own, read warnings before proceeding

Word Count: 12092

A/N: I'm finally back! I've been working on this for a while and I'm so happy I finally wrote it! I honestly thought this was going to be 5k words yet here we are lol! I hope you all like it! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

Disclaimer: Reader is adopted by Bucky Barnes in this story, she is not biologically related to him. The photos used in the moodboard are also just my depiction of Reader and do not translate to how she is described in the story.

My work should not be copied, reposted, or translated with out my permission; I don't consent to it.

Peter walked along behind you, replying to emails and messages, and even answering a call once while you browse the many selections of luxury shoes. He nodded and hummed to each pair you liked and was glad when you finally selected a few to try on.

Breathing out a laugh, he loved the way your eyes sparkled when you kicked your current heels off and tried the new ones. Some were it and others not, but Peter was more than happy to share his opinion.

Especially when you kindly ask for it.

“I think these are cute,” you smiled, modeling the cheetah print red-bottoms to your best friend. “What do you think?”

He sat comfortably on the white leather bench they had in the middle of the store. His legs spread out wide while he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. You studied him as he thought about your choice of footwear.

Eyes were squinted in thought as he recalled all the other pairs you tried on. He knew which ones you already had on your list to purchase, you did have your father’s money to spend after all. And he knew what pairs you already owned, cheetah print not being one of them.

“The white ones seem more like you,” he referred to the last pair you tried on, rubbing his hand along his thigh as he straightened up a bit.

You liked those too, figured you could pair them with a nice dress or skirt. On the other hand, the cheetah print ones were fun and something you didn’t necessarily choose.

“But what about these?” you asked once more, wanting to know his exact opinion on the current heel you wore.

“I like them too,” he answered, breathing out a sigh, he knew you already had your heart set on getting those as well. “But, they’re not you,” he shrugged, a frown forming on your face when the words slipped past his lips.

Peter was always brutally honest when it came to what looked good on you. Hell, he had amazing taste and over the years you’ve come to realize he had a preference in what you wore.

“What do you mean?” you asked, brows furrowed, you glanced back down at the shoes, wondering how they’re not you. You loved heels, they were totally you.

“I just can’t picture you wearing them,” he explained, offering a small smile to deflate the blow. “But they are nice,” he added, seeing that he kinda hurt you.

The crease in your forehead only grew as you studied them in the mirror again, shifting from one foot and angling them in different positions. They were cute, dainty, and stylish- they checked all the boxes of your criteria, so how could Peter not see you wearing them?

Glancing back at Peter, he stared at you. He was waiting for you to make your decision and now seeing as he gave you his honest opinion, you considered that maybe he was right. He wouldn’t waste his breath if it weren’t true.

They just weren’t you.

“I’m not gonna get them,” you confirmed, reaching to take them off. “I’ll just get the white ones and the mauve,” you said, putting them back in the box, ready to return them to the kind saleswoman.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he stood up, blocking you from walking to the cash register. “I’m sorry, let me buy them for you,” he gently took the box from you.

“I’m not going to let you do that, I made up my mind already,” you argued, trying to grab the shoebox back, but he held it out of your reach.

“Princess,” he cooed, eyes softening as he stared at you. He smiled when you grew coy, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear while you cleared your throat. “I’m buying you these shoes,” he said in a more demanding tone.

“Okay,” you agreed defeatedly.

He passed you a smile before he helped you with the other shoes. The kind saleswoman waited patiently for the two of you, most likely knowing who Peter is and who your father is.

But she presented a warm smile when Peter slid the box of the cheetah print shoes over to her, her delicate hands placing them in a bag while adding them to the transaction.

“I’d also like to buy these as well,” he placed a hand on the two other boxes, the lady nodding all-knowingly before she read out the total amount, your stomach dropping- you couldn’t let Peter buy you three pairs of shoes.

“Peter,” you reached for his hand that already had his black card at the ready. “I just said the one pair,” you looked at him warily.

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he waved you off, inserting his card before signing, the purchase complete.

Grabbing the bags from the counter, he gathered them along with the other bags you’ve collected from your purchase in previous stores and walked along your side out of the store.

“You’re too kind to me, Peter,” you finally said while you adjusted the few small bags in your hand, the bustling streets of New York filled your ears as you made it back to the car. He kindly opened the door for you before placing the bags in the back of his Lamborghini. “Where to now?”

“Unfortunately, princess, I have a meeting to attend with your father in an hour,” he sighed, shutting the door after him as he checked his watch for the time. “But I had fun as always,” he smiled genuinely, starting the car up.

“We have enough time for brunch,” you shrugged, passing him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I guess we do,” he breathed out a laugh when you squealed from excitement.

~~~~~

Seated outside the cute little restaurant in New York, the late morning sun shone on both of you. You read the menu, unsure of what to get. Usually, when it came time for brunch, you had more of a sweet tooth so your eyes were focused on the pastry section.

“Do you think you’re going to the gala this weekend? We missed you at the last one,” Peter questioned, pulling you from your thoughts.

Peeking over the menu, you caught him staring at you, wearing that adorable bright smile that sent butterflies to your stomach each time. Although, you always ignored them.

He was your best friend and your father’s ally- you couldn’t interfere with business.

“Yeah,” you sighed, placing the menu down. “It’s gonna be boring as always though, especially since you always leave me,” you leaned back in your seat, crossing your knees over the other under the table.

Galas were never an unusual occurrence in your life. One thrown almost every week for something you didn’t care enough to remember. Even though you had no intentions of joining the mob, being the daughter of Bucky Barnes made it difficult to separate that part from your life.

He was the most notorious man in all of New York, branded for his metal arm that he may or may not use to choke the life out of his victims. But underneath that emotionless thick layer was your loving father.

The man that adopted you as a baby and raised you as his. He cherished you, made you his whole world. Which led to the woman you are now.

“But the time I’m with you is always enjoyable,” Peter pointed out, sending you a toothy grin.

“You’re going to be busy networking with other mob leaders the majority of the time, I’m with you for like five minutes,” you stated, a chuckle ringing from him. “Besides, don’t you think it’s time you bring someone other than your friend?” you raised a brow, earning another chuckle from Peter.

“What are you trying to say?” he rested one hand on the table, fingertips centimeters from yours. His calloused hands are a complete juxtaposition from your perfectly manicured ones.

“That it’s time for you to get a girlfriend,” you answered, raising your brows and you reached your hand an inch forward to grasp his hand. “You need someone to ground you back to Earth when you get all hot-headed from work,” you joked, Peter rolled his eyes at your comment.

You saw the way he wanted to avoid this topic. You’ve brought it up countless times when you’ve realized he’s never been in a committed relationship. Even though you seem to have the same problem… but Peter was your main concern right now.

He only stared at your hand for what seemed like forever, but his eyes landed on yours only a few moments later.

“I have you for that, you ground me and I love having you as my date,” he affirmed. “Besides, what about you?” he cocked a brow, catching you off guard.

“Well, my time hasn’t come yet,” you said, shrugging, pulling your hand away.

His hand lingered on the spot yours was seconds ago before he cleared his throat, pulling it back near him.

“Waiting for the right guy, y’know?” you added and he nodded slightly.

Playing the waiting game was your forte. Someday you wish you’ll meet your Prince Charming. A man that will provide for you and protect you, be an amazing father to your children, and give you the respect you deserve.

Some days it seemed like that time would never arrive.

“What if mine hasn’t arrived either?” he tilted his head to the side. “Or maybe I’m just trying to play my cards right?” he shrugged, a glint in his eyes when you smiled wider.

Of course, you said to yourself, head bursting with excitement.

“Who is she?” your eyes lit up at the mention that he might have a girlfriend. “Do I know her? Is she cute? She’s probably cute,” you rambled on, telling him you have to meet her one day, Peter only laughed across the table.

“You know her,” he nodded. “But that’s all I’m going to say,” he stated firmly.

“No, don’t leave me hanging like that,” you whined, Peter shook his head not saying another word.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he partially apologized.

“You’re going to have to stop calling me that if you ever want to get a girlfriend,” you cocked a brow, Peter’s brows raising in amusement.

“Not on my list of priorities, princess,” he grinned before sipping his mimosa.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, the name he’s been calling you since high school made your stomach flutter. But you were willing to let go of the nickname if that meant he finally settled down, even as much as you would miss the way it fell from his lips.

~~~~~

In the following days, Peter had taken you dress shopping for the upcoming gala this week. You ended up picking one that would go perfectly with the mauve shoes you bought earlier. And with Peter being your second mind of judgment, you were quite happy with the selection.

Twirling in your new dress, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, recalling the events that took place only days ago.

“Wow, princess, that’s by far my favorite,” he sat up when you pulled the curtain of the changing room back. His face radiated with admiration and his compliment made your cheeks burn.

“I love it,” you admired yourself in the mirror, loving how the material sat perfectly on top of your assets. “But I’m torn between this one and the brown one,” you huffed. “And I’ve already reached my limit for the week, Dad’s not going to be happy about that,” you bit your lip in thought.

“Let me buy them for you, wear the other one for another day” he proposed. “Mind as well treat my date right,” he stood up, stepping onto the platform to meet you. “Gotta have her in the prettiest dress,” he grabbed your hand, guiding you into a spin.

“You’d do that for me?” you gazed at him, faces inches apart.

“I’d do anything for you,” he grinned, eyes darting to your lips for a quick second.

You loved Peter with all your heart. He was sweet, caring, smart, and charming. There weren’t many men like him and you felt envious of the woman who was going to end up with him. But you just prayed and hoped that the man you fall in love with is just an ounce like him.

For now, though, you’ll be enjoying Peter being your date to events, feeling safe in his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Doll, you look beautiful,” your father smiled as you made your way down the stairs. “Is that a new dress?” he asked, taking your hand to help you with the last step.

“Peter bought it for me a few days ago,” you smiled, letting him place your fur shawl on your shoulders before looping your arm with his.

The way your father’s eyes lit up at the mention of your best friend was always amusing to you. There weren’t many people he liked, but Peter was able to place himself at the top of the list. From the beginning of your friendship in high school, after he beat up a boy for making fun of you, your dad knew Peter had to be kept around.

And he did, from that moment to college to now- your father has always seen Peter as your protector for when he wasn’t around. Not to mention the fact that Peter also came from a wealthy family and now is the leader for the Parker mob- it was impressive in his eyes.

Reminds him of when he was young.

“He’s a good man, I tell you,” he patted your hand. “I’d be lucky if I get to call him my son-in-law one day,” he sent you a look but you playfully rolled your eyes.

“He’s my best friend, Dad, nothing more,” you cocked a brow, stepping inside the elevator of the penthouse before you made your way downstairs where the chauffeur awaited the two of you.

The brisk air still shocked you even after living in New York for so long. The transition from winter to spring left some really warm mornings to colder nights. But as soon as you sat in the car, you relaxed when the warm air surrounded you.

Passing the buildings and skyscrapers of the city, the bright luminous lights allowed you to see inside the car and you glimpsed at your father who was staring worryingly at his phone. Your face fell and you knew something was off, but you also knew better than to ask questions.

Getting distracted, you saw you arrived at the gala, the door opened by the valet and your father graciously helped you out of the car before you were escorted to the lobby.

Your eyes instantly searched for that brown-headed man. Too preoccupied with that, your father chuckled as you wandered off, his hand reaching out to stop you so you could give the lady at the coat check your shawl.

Letting out a small “oh”, you passed her a smile. Your arms felt bare and a small breeze chilled the room. It was the entrance and with all the bodies filing in, it made sense. Just then, you felt a warmth rush through you when you felt a pair of hands on your skin.

“Princess, you look breathtaking,” he complimented, turning you around to face him to take in your appearance. He licked his lips softly, eyes so focused on every inch of your body.

You were too intent on taking in his appearance to notice. The navy suit that fit him so well, he looked sharp and you loved that he corresponded with you. Scanning your eyes upward, you landed on his face, his eyes staring at your lips again.

Smiling, he seemed to knock himself out of his trance and send you a sheepish smile. He didn’t think he’d get caught, but he composed himself quickly, adjusting his suit jacket.

“Ready to head in?” he nodded towards the door, taking your arm to loop with his.

“Yeah, let’s head in,” you replied, picking up the skirt of your dress and walking down the steps to the main ballroom.

Your father had already joined everyone else in the gala, most likely joining Sam and Steve for a quick catch-up before they divulged in business.

Peter had led you to your seats, a table sat in the corner of the ballroom by the entrance. Everyone seemed to gather in the middle, men talking amongst one another and the woman hanging on their arms as they smiled and nodded along.

Enjoying your time by tracing your fingers along the lines of his palms, it was quickly disrupted when his henchman approached, whispering something in his ear before he left. Sending you an apologetic look, you sent him one of understanding.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, letting you know he’ll be back before he walked out the backdoor.

Deciding a drink will pass the time quicker, you made your way to the bar. Ordering a cosmo, you took a seat at the end of the bar, the bartender making your drink quickly and the tart taste of cranberry juice hitting your tongue put you at ease.

Only for two seconds though.

Resting your head on your chin, you sat at the table, waiting for dinner to start so your father and Peter could come back. But checking the time on your phone, you realized that would be another hour at most.

Sighing, you decided to check your phone for any new emails on shop coupons or rewards you’ve received. Sadly, nothing was new and you were now scrolling through Instagram.

“You know a party is boring when the prettiest girl is on her phone,” you heard a voice from behind you.

Straightening up, you looked over your shoulder to find a blond guy smiling at you.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you passed a smile, swiveling in your seat so you’re facing him. “What’s your name?”

“Harry, Harry Osborn,” he greeted. “And you’re Y/N Barnes, a pleasure to finally meet you,” his grin grew wider, blue eyes meeting yours as he gently took your hand and kissed the top of it.

Charming.

“You know who I am,” you tilted your head to the side as you felt yourself blush.

“How can I not? My father’s been working for your dad for as long as I can remember,” he let out a laugh, somewhat offended at your surprise.

“Ah, yes, Norman Osborn, don’t know how I didn’t make the connection,” you sucked in a breath, grabbing your glass for another sip.

Harry was a handsome guy, he seemed kind and was easy to talk to. You liked the aura he gave off, very relaxed yet confident.

“I rarely catch you here, you usually don’t make an appearance,” he leaned a bit towards you, sending you signals that he was intrigued.

“Galas are kinda boring, my father and best friend always leave me to go talk business, so I’m left by myself,” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, now I’m here,” he smiled.

“I’m glad,” you flirted. “Not so lonely anymore.”

“If it weren’t for the open bar, I’d buy you a drink,” he smirked. “So how about I take you out?” he suggested, raising his brows.

“Hmm, keep talking and I’ll answer your question,” you giggled when he took on the challenge.

For the next fifteen or so minutes, you were talking with Harry about anything and everything. He cracked jokes here and there, making you laugh- to which he thinks is the most beautiful sound ever. The conversation was going so well and you were about to agree on his offer.

Unknown to your knowledge though, Peter strolled back into the main area after having a chat with a potential alliance. It went incredibly well and he was on his way back to the table to tell you all about it, but you were gone.

With a quick panic, he thought the worst, but he instantly heard your laugh. Thankful that you were safe, he still saw something he didn’t want to see. With a nasty taste left in his mouth, he stalked over to you and the strange guy.

“Princess thought I lost you,” Peter came up, pressing a kiss to your cheek that caught you by surprise.

“I got bored sitting at the table,” you frowned at him, his arm finding itself wrapped around your waist. “Ew, you smell like smoke,” you pinched your nose, pressing against him in an attempt to push him away but he didn’t budge.

You desperately hated the smell of smoke and ironically the two most influential men in your life smoked heavily.

“Who’s this?” he ignored you, staring at the guy with a hard gaze.

“Harry Osborn,” he introduced himself, offering a hand which Peter shook with a tight-lipped smile. “And you are?” he asked, wondering who the man that kissed you was.

“Her boyfriend,” Peter replied, your eyes widening in shock. “If you don’t mind,” he glanced between the two of you.

Without another word, Harry got up and left.

So much for meeting new people, you figured.

“Peter! Why would you say that?!” you smacked his arm, but he only rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just go back to our table, dinner should start soon,” he grabbed your hand and arm.

You let out a huff as you sat down, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat. Peter only sighed at your attitude, but to offer an apology, he placed his hand in your lap, hoping you’d continue to play with his fingers like before.

Gazing at him, you only scoffed at his hopeful eyes before crossing your legs, tilting your body opposite of him.

As everyone gathered back to the ballroom, taking their seats, your father appeared again, sitting right beside you and he was fast to notice your change in demeanor.

“What’s up with you, doll?” he furrowed his brows.

“She’s mad because I said I was her boyfriend,” Peter cut in, your eyes widening when he spoke over you again.

“I was talking to a guy and Peter shows up thinking he has some ownership of me,” you corrected, your father cocking a brow towards Peter.

“Sir, it was Harry Osborn,” he leaned forward, whispering his name. “I had to,” he shrugged.

And while your father understood that explanation, you were still lost.

“Peter did the right thing,” your father patted your knee in reassurance, but that only made you madder.

Semi-luckily, Peter saw through you.

“Harry Osborn is bad news, his father works for your dad but there are rumors he steals shipments,” he leaned towards you, taking your hand cautiously. “Your dad and I are trying to figure that out,” he elaborated, your gaze falling to your lap where your intertwined hands were.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” you frowned. “I’m so stupid, I’m sorry,” you groaned as you leaned into your chair, cringing at your idiocy, but divulging in the feeling of Peter’s thumb rubbing circles on the top of your hand made you feel better.

“No need to apologize, princess, I’m just glad nothing happened to you,” he pressed a smile before kissing your knuckles reassuringly.

“Me too,” you admitted.

~~~~~

“Are you sure you can’t even come over just for a little bit?” you asked, holding the phone up to your ear.

“I’m so sorry, princess, work has been hectic,” Peter explained on the other side of the phone.

You frowned and even though he couldn’t see, he knew you were sad.

“I just miss you, I haven’t seen you since the gala,” you trailed, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. “When can I see my best friend again?” you asked, leaning against the marble countertop.

“As soon as I finish this deal with your father, then I’m all yours,” he hummed and you heard him file through different stacks of paper on his desk.

“Promise?” a smile grew on your face.

“Promise,” he reassured before hanging up.

A sigh left your lips as you shook with anticipation. You missed Peter dearly and the penthouse just seemed so bare without his presence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. And so much so that you heard your father calling you to his office down the hall.

You made your way down, the soft orange glow coming from the ajar door leading you the way down the hall. Your father was seated in his black leather chair while he signed some papers, most likely shipment logs and inventory.

Walking in, you instantly felt the temperature change. The shudder that escaped your lips alerted him of your presence, a small smile making your way to your face when you grabbed the sweater you always kept in there.

“Hi, Dad,” you greeted before you took a seat in front of him, crisscrossing your legs.

“Hi, doll,” he passed a bright smile, but his eyes didn’t seem to match it. “I got some news for you,” he began.

“What’s wrong?” you already sensed that this wasn’t going to be something you enjoyed.

“It’s nothing bad, but I do want you to keep an open mind,” he shifted in his seat, clearing his throat.

Nodding along, you weren’t sure how hard that was going to be, but you wanted him to go on.

“You’re my daughter, Y/N, I’ve raised you as such but as you’ve grown I’ve made a lot of enemies,” he began, eyes dropping after they met your curious ones for a split second. “And because you’re not my blood, they won’t have a problem harming you,” he trailed, your brows furrowing when you listened to him.

“What does that mean, Dad?” you asked, gulping as you grew nervous.

“I can’t protect you anymore, doll,” he confessed, his gaze falling on yours. His stare was calm, eyes turned cold. You could sense the pain in them and he was fighting to conceal it when tears poured into his eyes.

“What’s going to happen to me?” you questioned, thinking he was either going to kill you or throw you out into the streets.

“If my enemies can’t see that you’re mine, blood or not, I have to ensure your safety through other means,” he started. “I have arranged for Peter to marry you,” he stated, your heart plummets.

Shaking your head you were quick to argue. You didn’t want to marry anyone, even if it was your best friend. It was too weird, too soon. There has to be another way.

“But, I’m your daughter,” you teared up. “You can’t do that,” you shook your head, body racking in cries as you wept. “You kill people for a living and you’re going to stop when my life is on the line?!” you began to hyperventilate.

“If they ever lay a hand on you, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill, but there’s too much risk involving this,” he stood up. “They’ll twist the words and make me the bad guy, risking your life even more,” he stalked closer to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your shoulders. “Peter will protect you, he always has and if you’re his wife, they’ll accept that,” he tried to convince you.

Shutting your eyes, you tried very hard to pretend this was a nightmare. Your father would never do this to you because you’re his daughter, blood or not. Bucky Barnes, the man that has held a notorious image for so long in New York and even across the country would never give up so easily.

He took down rival gangs in one night, he’s killed people without hesitation, he’s built an empire that many fear- how was he simply throwing you away?

“But he’s my best friend,” you cried into your hands, trying to rip away from your father’s hold.

You were angry, confused, terrified. Especially towards him.

He wasn’t the man you remembered throwing you princess-themed birthday parties up until you were eleven, the man that tucked you in every night, the man that handed you a thousand dollars every morning “just in case” even though you had his card in your wallet already; the literal man who picked you off the streets and raised you as his own.

“You can’t make me marry him,” you trembled when you look back at him, but your breath instantly caught in your throat.

He was crying, actually crying. Bucky Barnes was crying. All because of you.

“This was the only way, too many people have already threatened your life and I don’t know how I can live with myself knowing you’re in danger,” he dropped his head, his sniffles ringing through the air. “You know I love you, right?” he asked, gazing back up and gripping your chin to force you to look at him.

You nodded your head, blinking your tears away before you saw a smile growing on his face as he let go.

“C’mere,” he opened his arms, and you fell into his embrace, his strong arms holding you securely.

To think the way he protected you all those years like it was second nature. And as strong as he was, as a killer of a metal arm he had, it would no longer do justice.

And you had to accept that as your fate.

~~~~~

Dressed in your sage dress, you stood by your father as you waited for the elevator to reach the top floor of the apartment building.

You weren’t sure if Peter knew about this marital arrangement. You hoped he didn’t and he would deny the offer, letting you get back to your normal life. But, fate hadn’t seemed to be on your side the moment the elevators opened to his penthouse.

“Peter, good to see you again,” your father greeted, pulling him into a firm hug and handshake.

“Same here, Mr. Barnes,” Peter pulled away, smiling at the man. “Princess, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you,” he pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled as you hugged him, indulging in his touch and his scent, but he was too quick to pull away, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Shall we get onto dinner then? We have a lot to discuss,” your father spoke up, nodding towards the dining table that was placed right by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Of course, I had my chef prepare all your favorites,” he squeezed your hand tighter and led you to the table.

Your heels clicked against the elegant flooring as he pulled you along. The table was set with an array of foods, all your favorites. Your stomach churned. As hungry as you were, you couldn’t fathom eating right now.

“And I got you these as well,” he pulled the bouquet from the table, offering them to you.

Your favorite flowers. The bouquet was so full and vibrant. You loved them.

“Thank you, Peter, they’re lovely,” you grinned, smelling them.

The two men smiled generously at your reaction, it was a good idea to get you in a good mood before everything was official between you and Peter.

Setting the flowers back down, Peter pulled your seat out for you and you thanked him once more before you situated yourself. It was not unusual to see Peter this happy, but there was just something about him tonight that was off.

Maybe since you haven’t seen him in weeks. Or maybe he was just extremely happy that he was starting his alliance with Thor Odinson. Either way, seeing him happy made the weight on your shoulders lighter.

“Say, Peter, quite the celebration you got going on,” your father voiced, a proud grin adorning his face once everyone was seated. “Heard you sealed the deal with Thor and now you’re engaged!” he cheered, the brightness illuminated on his face that matched the same energy as Peter’s when you looked at him.

“Wait, Peter, you knew about this?” you shook your head in shock, staring at the man across from you.

Many questions were flying through your head at that moment. How long did he know? How long was he hiding this from you? Why did he agree to it? And why did he seem so unfazed by it?

“Doll, it was his idea,” your father clarified, patting your shoulder as he chuckled. “And I was the one to pass him the opportunity,” he added, sending another pleased grin his way.

“Peter,” you directed back to him. “How could you?”

He blinked as he focused on you, his lips curving upward into a smile.

“Well, I was the only logical choice, I know you, your father trusts me, I’m financially well off, and I can bring you the protection your father can no longer give,” he shrugged like it was obvious, but you couldn’t believe it.

It was one thing that your father told you you were to marry Peter. But now hearing that Peter was the one to suggest it made your heart break.

The two most important men in your life were deciding your choices and it was scary. Your mind can’t even comprehend it.

“You’re my best friend, don’t you want to fall in love?” you baffled.

“Trust me, princess, this is going to be good for all of us,” he reached over to grab your hand. “And who’s not to say we won’t fall in love? We love each other already,” he breathed out a laugh and you shut your eyes.

This had to be a nightmare.

“As friends, not romantically,” you were bewildered, your eyes shooting open again. “What about my home? I have a life,” you tried to rip your hand away, but he kept his grip tight.

“We’ll get married by next Friday, you’ll move in with me, it’ll be a big change but you’ll live comfortably, never have to work a day in your life,” he reassured, squeezing your hand.

You glanced around the penthouse. It was nice, luxurious like your current home, but it wasn’t your home. Peter’s penthouse was very modern and manly. Sure it was clean, but it was too clean-cut and dark for your liking.

“I know my place isn’t up to your standards, but you can redecorate however you want,” he circled his thumb on the top of your hand. “It’ll become your home too,” he softly spoke, squeezing your hand once more before he let go.

“You are marrying yourself one hell of a guy, doll,” your father butted in, trying to offer some lightheartedness to the conversation but you couldn’t find it in yourself to receive that comfort. “C’mon, smile, you’re a bride now!”

Your father and Peter let out a roar of cheers, trying to excite you but you could only sit there. Futile in their attempts to hype you up, Peter decided it was best to carry on with the celebration.

“I had your favorite champagne flown in,” Peter hauled the bottle from the ice as he stood up.

And it was indeed your favorite, imported from France- the bubbles just seemed to pop more on your tongue and Peter knew. He bought you a bottle every year for your birthday every since you turned twenty-one.

“Picked it just for tonight,” Peter smiled. “We’re not just celebrating you, but us,” he winked your way, your father gushing with excitement that he reached over to pinch your cheek and all you can do was force out a hum.

You stared down at your hands. Your freshly manicured nails shone in the light, a baby pink shade that Peter picked out when you called him while you were getting your nails done. It was only a few days since and you wondered if he had known about this then.

The pop of the cork drowned out your thoughts, Peter and your father pouring the gold liquid into the glasses. You were handed one by Peter and it wasn’t a second later that you downed it completely.

“Woah, doll, slow down there,” your father patted your shoulder, letting out a playful chuckle as he looked at his future son-in-law.

“Don’t worry, she gets like that when she’s nervous,” Peter excused you, sending you a grin.

Of course, he remembered that about you. Why was it so aggravating to have him know so much about you? It felt invasive, there was rarely any secrecy, minimal surprises with Peter. He knew you better than anyone in the world and because of that, because of his lineage and status- your father only saw the perfect husband for his little girl.

And that made hatred bubble in your stomach as you stared back at him.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this,” you placed your elbows on the table as you leaned forward. “Why?” you rested your head in your hands as you stared at your father and then Peter.

The two shared a look before Peter spoke up.

“You know why, princess, think of this as a good thing, you’re marrying your best friend,” he offered another smile, that twinkle shining in his eyes when he got real. “Isn’t that how you’re supposed to do it? Marry your best friend?” he shrugged.

“But we haven’t dated, I don’t know you like that,” you emphasized, repeating your reasoning.

“Doll, if you don’t want to marry Peter, then I guess I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe anymore,” he sighed, leaning back in his seat, biting the inside of his cheek as he allowed you to contemplate it.

You glanced over at him and you could tell he was sick of this behavior, he made it very evident that he was doing this for your best interest. While it appeared that you had already accepted that, your heart was not in it.

But the threat your father made unsettled you. Your father never went that far in his threats with you. Actually, he never went anywhere with them because you’re his daughter.

Why now, though? You loved your father with all your heart and the minute you glanced back at him and saw nothing but fear and worry, you remember why you had to do this.

“I’ll marry Peter,” you said more calmly, your father closing his eyes in content and you physically saw the load come off his shoulders.

“I promise you won’t regret this, Y/N,” Peter stood up, reaching into his suit pocket as he rounded the table.

You watched carefully, he didn’t rip his eyes from you once as he kneeled in front of you. A beautiful red velvet box was in his hands when he propped one knee up. He gently opened it, revealing a princess cut, gold banded engagement ring.

It was too simple to be considered grand but based on the size of the diamond- you wondered how much it cost. More importantly, you beat yourself up wondering how Peter knew this is the exact ring you always dreamed of.

“Y/N Barnes, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked, a glint in his eyes.

You attempted to whisper a “yes”, but you solely nodded, too scared to say anything but he nonetheless gently slipped the ring on your finger.

As you stared at the diamond- it felt real suddenly. It fit too perfectly to be a coincidence and was way too comfortable on your finger.

Peter knew you, but how did he know this much?

~~~~~

Ushered out of your bed at six in the morning was something you weren’t expecting, even more, when you saw Nat was the one to pull you out of the bed. She didn’t even let you change from your pajamas before you were pushed into the elevator and into a car that took you to the venue.

You were very thankful though when she handed you your favorite drink from your favorite cafe the moment you arrived in the bridal suite.

It was too early in your opinion, the ceremony didn’t begin until two that afternoon and you wanted to know why you needed eight hours to get ready. Six hours would’ve been good at least.

“Wanda brought breakfast, you need to eat since you most likely won’t the rest of the day,” Nat placed food from a place right in front of you and you instantly heard your stomach rumble.

Both she and Wanda already had their hair and makeup done, now it was your turn and you still had two and a half hours on the clock left.

“Has anyone seen my phone?” you asked, realizing you haven’t been on it all day. “I want to text Peter,” you said, worry filling your voice. “Or maybe I can see him for a bit?” you thought, knowing even a few seconds would bring you ease.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Wanda approached you, glancing at you through the mirror.

“I don’t know, I’ll just feel better if I see him,” you shrugged.

“Oh sweetie, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride,” Nat cooed. “If you want I can send him a message,” she suggested, but you quickly shook your head knowing it won’t be the same.

As bad as you wanted to be mad at Peter, you couldn’t. He was still your best friend at the end of the day and he knew how to make your nerves go away. He was always there for you...

“Peter, I don’t think I can do this,” you shook your head, watching as all the other students enter the front of the hotel. “What if the rumors are true?” you held onto your clutch as you stared horrified at the school.

Your senior prom was tonight, with many students gossiping about your reign of prom queen, other rumors have surfaced about your winning being sabotaged.

Possibilities of a scene straight out from Carrie or even worse.

Even with your father, some students had the balls to defy your name and bully you. Most of it was tolerable ever since Peter beat up that one kid, but there was still a bit of name-calling.

And now with the final nights of high school, those students figured they should go off with a bang- which was something you didn’t want to witness.

“I will make sure nothing happens to you, and if someone does try to pour a bucket of pig’s blood over your head, I’ll be the one to make them regret it,” he placed his hands on your upper arms, a reassuring look washing over his face.

“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled back, letting him grab your hand and lead you up the steps.

Turns out the rumors were true, but Peter caught the group of girls that wanted to dump tar on you before you went up the stage to accept your crown. And hell, did you look beautiful.

“You’re beautiful,” Nat admired as she placed the small tiara on top of your head. “What do you think?” she asked, turning you to face the mirror.

Your dress was a poofy a-line dress with a sweetheart neckline, a floral lace was decorated around it, and had beautiful off-the-shoulder puff sleeves. You looked stunning like a princess.

“I look like a bride,” you said truthfully, astonished by how perfect you looked. “But I don’t feel like one,” your gaze fell as you played with your fingernails.

“Don’t chip your manicure,” she slapped your hands away from each other. “Trust me, the moment you see Peter, you’ll feel like one,” she squeezed your upper arms reassuringly.

Nat was sort of your stepmother. She and your father had an on-and-off relationship your entire life. Both are too preoccupied with their businesses to truly focus on one another, though. In the past few days, you wondered where you'd be right now if she was your mom.

Maybe she’d have Bucky give you more leeway and you’d be marrying someone you loved. Not your best friend.

“Do you think my dad made the right choice for me?” you asked, staring at her in the mirror.

She let out a sigh as she pondered before offering a smile as she opened her mouth to speak.

“I think your father wishes he knew what was best for you, but because of his job, he is forced to make some bad ones,” she answered, adjusting a piece of your hair. “Forcing you to marry is one of them, but having Peter be the one is not,” she added.

You stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say.

“Peter is a good guy, he clearly loves you and is willing to do anything for you, you may not love him romantically, but give that time,” she rested her chin on your shoulder as she looked back at you.

She was right.

Peter did everything for you your entire life. Shopping trips, brunches, spa days, late-night calls even though he had an early shift the next day- there was no second-guessing with him. Hell, even with two weeks of planning this wedding, it was all: “Whatever you want, princess.”

Not to mention, he agreed to marry you.

Peter was your best friend and your protector. Maybe you did just need some time to love him that way. And hopefully, he will too.

A knock rang through the bridal suite, Wanda rushing over to open the door to reveal your father standing on the other side.

He was decked out in his tux, his beard and hair were freshly groomed. When he walked in, he wore a bright smile, Wanda and Nat making space for you and him.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” your father tears up, but he wasn’t going to cry in front of the other two women. “So grown up,” he sniffled as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

“Thank you, Dad,” you forced a smile.

“Almost time,” he sucked in a breath. “Until you’re no longer mine,” he frowned. “You’ve grown into such a wonderful woman,” he cupped the side of your face as he held your hand close to his chest.

You stared lovingly at your father. For all he did and sacrificed for you, the life he blessed you with. There was always going to be that time when you were no longer dependent on him- you just didn’t realize it’d be this soon.

“You raised me into one,” you said, voice cracking as you tried not to start a scene.

“Just remember you’ll always be my little girl,” he grabbed your face and kissed the top of your head and that’s what you needed to start the waterworks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you breathed out, fanning your eyes as you gasped.

“Oh, doll, you’re just emotional, it’s your wedding day,” Wanda came up and quickly dabbed your eyes. “Bucky, I told you not to make her cry,” she directed to your dad.

“I know, I know, it’s hard,” he sniffled.

“There, all better,” she grinned, as she fixed your makeup. “Shall we get this show on the road then?” she asked, helping you with your dress.

Walking down the aisle gave you a rush of anxiety that you never felt before. The moment the doors to the venue opened and your eyes landed on Peter. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, bow tie tied perfectly around his neck. He looked rather dashing, always was anyway.

You passed him a smile that caused his smile to grow larger and that’s when you felt your cheeks heat up.

This wasn’t so bad.

The melody to the music continued to play as you proceeded down the aisle. Every single guest passed a twinkling smile, a few tears shed at how beautiful you looked. Perhaps it was the stares, but you felt your anxiety increase when you glimpse at each person you passed.

You barely knew any of them and as you began to take deeper breaths, you clutched your nails into your father’s arm and your bouquet. He tried to calm you down by rubbing your arm but it didn’t help at all.

Until you ripped your eyes away and focused back on Peter. His eyes filled with concern but the second you sent a look that you were alright, he let out a breath the moment you met him at the alter.

He reached for your hand that was passed on from your dad and his warm touch reassured you.

Everything was going to be alright.

Peter will take care of you, treat you as an equal, and love you. Someday, you might even renew your vows, reading the words you wrote for one another that were filled with love and passion because you truly loved each other.

But for now, as the officiant read off words of endearment you did your best to listen in, trying not to focus on your sweating hands that were held in Peter’s. You gave a pleasant smile as you recited your vows and placed the gold band on Peter’s finger.

“I do,” you replied when asked, Peter growing a bigger smile as he grabbed your left hand and eagerly placed the matching ring on yours, fitting right on top of your engagement ring.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant said.

You batted your eyes in anticipation. This was going to be your first ever kiss with Peter and it was in front of hundreds of people- strangers. And while you seemed nervous, Peter gently grabbed your face and leaned in.

The kiss was powerful and unexpected. He knew exactly how to move his mouth against yours and it felt magical. The thought of kissing your best friend occurred in your brain once or twice, but this, this was so much better.

To seal the deal off, you placed one hand on his chest and deepened it. The shutter and flash of the camera made you jolt, prompting him to pull away with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

He swiftly intertwined your hands together, leading you back down the aisle as all the guests applauded. He stopped right at the end, pulling you in for another kiss and the snap of the photographer’s camera startled you again.

He pulled away with a laugh, holding you close as you exited the venue.

“Mrs. Parker,” he gestured to the limo, a driver waiting with the door open as he guided you inside.

The name was going to be an adjustment to make, but it did have a nice ring to it.

~~~~~

The guests cheered as they gathered outside the reception, sparklers in their hands that created an arch for the two of you.

Peter grabbed your hand as you both walked down to your getaway car. Your grip was firm on his hand and you kept close to your new husband. All the cheering and shouts of the guest heightened your anxiety, but having Peter there seemed to put you at ease.

He held you close now, putting his arm around your waist snuggly as you approached the last few feet of the path. The photographer and videographer still stood by as they captured the moment he pulled you into his arms and dipped you for a kiss.

If the crowd couldn’t have gotten louder.

You waved goodbye to the guests, especially to your father before Peter was guiding you into the passenger’s seat of his car. He quickly circled before he got in, starting the car and you were off, the wedding-goers becoming smaller as you drove further and further away.

The skirt of your dress had ridden up slightly, prompting Peter to place his hand on your upper thigh. You both had changed into more casual attire- Peter insisting on you wearing those cheetah print heels he got you all those weeks ago and a nice coffee brown cocktail dress he also bought you. While he sported a matching brown button-up and khakis.

As dashing as he was throughout the night, there was just something about him now that made you grin from ear to ear. Although, it wasn’t like that was going to go anywhere. Even if you were married now.

You thoroughly enjoyed the reception. It just felt like a party and oftentimes you forgot you were the reason for the celebration. The countless clanging of silverware against the glasses encouraged Peter to kiss you. And of course, Peter would grab the side of your face and kiss you like he meant it.

You had your first dance first thing and while you were a trained ballerina for a good part of your life, your nerves seemed to get the best of you. Fortunately, Peter was your saving grace and he took the lead, drawing you close to him as he hummed along to the song in your ear.

The entire night, his touch brought your shivers. A tingly sensation that would draw up your spine and cause a rush of heat to your cheeks. He seemed to notice too because he touched you often. Unless he was just doing his part to sell that you were both in love.

In that case, he was a phenomenal actor.

And now after a long plane ride to Bora Bora- you finally arrived on your honeymoon.

Peter carried the bags as you made your way up the path. Your heels in your hand as you walked up the stone to the beachfront villa Peter owned. You turned back to look at the beach and the moon reflecting on the waves made for a beautiful scene.

As you were about to walk through the door, Peter stopped you. You furrowed your brows at him but you quickly let out a yelp when he picked you up bridal style.

“I have to stick with traditions, princess,” he smirked while he walked you through the threshold as you grew a small smile, wrapping your arm around his neck.

You took this time to take in all the beautiful amenities to the place, the kitchen and living room decorated to fit the aesthetic and everything just seemed so open and calm. You loved it.

The bedroom was even grander as you spotted the king-sized bed, rose petals shaped into a heart right on top of the duvet. There was a huge patio door leading to a private pool and another door that revealed a huge marble tub and a walk-in shower.

“How come you never took me here?” you asked, walking over to the patio to get a look at the view, admiring every inch of the place.

“I always planned on it, just had to wait for the right occasion,” he shrugged, walking up behind you. “Seemed like the perfect one now,” he whispered, kissing the back of your ear as he trailed a hand up your arm.

“You know you don’t have to do that, we’re alone,” you turned around to face him.

“Do what?” he furrowed his brows. “Being affectionate? You’re my wife, I think I’m allowed to do that behind closed doors,” he cocked a brow, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You were about to open your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

“C’mon, I have something for you,” he pulled away, hand brushing over yours. You straightened up as he walked over to his suitcase, unzipping it and filing through the different clothes before he pulled out a white material. “Put this on,” he held up a see-through lace nightie, your eyes widening at how small it was.

“Why?” you baffled, growing shy.

“You’ll look beautiful when we consummate our marriage,” he explained, his lips curving upwards as his eyes darkened with lust.

“Peter,” you muttered out, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You’re not serious, are you?” you looked at him with shock. “I didn’t think,” you trailed, letting out a breath as you stepped back.

“You think I wasn’t going to want to sleep with my wife?” he furrowed his brows, letting out a mocking laugh when he realized you were being serious. “I’ve played my cards right and I think I deserve my reward,” he stated, your eyes widening in shock.

“Peter, what are you talking about?” you questioned, growing worried, not wanting to admit to the truth.

“It was a simple plan, I knew you never wanted to do anything with the mob, you always wanted the simple life, be a doting wife and mother,” he shoved his hands into his pockets after he threw the nightie on the bed. “I love picturing it, you round and swollen with my child as you wait for me to return home,” he grinned, grabbing your hand.

You tried to pull away from him, but he kept his grip strong.

“I waited as we got older, I also knew about your father’s enemies, willing and ready to rip you to shreds just cause they can, so of course, I suggested you be married, a safer precaution,” he shrugged, lips pursing.

You felt more tears prick in your eyes as he carried on.

“I was ready to fight for my right to your hand, but I was surprised when he was quick to pick me,” he smiled proudly. “Obviously, I accepted his offer, now not only will I be the leader of the Parker mob, but Barnes will soon be under my name and I will have my beautiful, sexy wife,” he raked his eyes over your body, “right by my side.”

“Why would you lie to me?” you whimpered, you were so confused.

“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I could remember,” he reached up to cup your face. “I needed to make sure I had you, I hated lying to you, but now I’m being honest,” his face softened as he wiped away your tears.

“You love me?” you felt a pang at your heart when he nodded.

“More than life itself,” he added. “And I can’t wait for the day you love me just as much, but for now I can show you just how much I love you,” he stood up, leading you with him.

“I-I have never done this before,” you gulped when you realized what he was insinuating.

“I know, I’ll make you feel amazing though,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So, please would you put this on for me?” he reached for the nightie again.

With shaky hands, you sucked in your tears before you nodded, taking it slowly and you took your time with venturing into the bathroom.

Now were you not only married to your best friend, but you had to sleep with him?

You closed your eyes as you undid your dress, your hands shaking when you slid the lacey, thin material over your head. You felt cold and bare. You didn’t even spare a glance in the mirror before you found yourself standing in front of Peter again.

He had stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him in his briefs. You had forgotten how much of a physique he had and you had to force yourself to stop staring before he caught on. And it was very evident that he was already hard.

“Princess,” Peter groaned, gaping at the sight before him. “You are so beautiful,” he ran his hands up your sides, a shiver escaping your mouth as you glanced at him. “So delicate,” he whispered, tracing his hands over your ass before they ran up your back.

One of his hands traced to your front, the lacey material giving him a gist of what your breasts looked like, his tongue outlined his lips while he pinched your sensitive peaks with his fingers.

Biting your tongue, you weren’t sure how that felt as good as it did, but Peter noticed and he let out a chuckle when you sucked in a breath.

“That’s only the beginning,” he stepped closer, grabbing the back of your neck.

His lips met yours again in an instant and you let out a soft moan when he ran his tongue across your bottom lip.

That was new.

Up until this point, your arms were stuck by your sides, but you lightly placed them on his sides, nails digging into his skin as you clung to him, enjoying the kiss.

He easily won dominance, one hand firm on your neck while the other explored every curve of your body. He was insatiable, so ravenous- part of you liked it.

The vibrations against your lips anytime he groaned when you raked your nails across his skin, the groove of his muscles made that spark ignite in your core. The sensation was weird and you felt unsatisfactory.

“Take these off,” he panted as he pulled away for a split moment, your eyes fluttering open. You felt his fingers play with the band of your thong before he slipped underneath and guided them along your legs.

“Peter, I’m not sure-,” you were cut off when he shushed you.

“That kiss was good, right?” he cupped either side of your face to make you look at him.

Your face heated up as much as you wanted to deny it, but you sheepishly let out a small nod, allowing him to lead you to the bed.

He pulled you into his lap, your core brushing against the material of his briefs and you let out a soft groan. Humored at your reaction, he laid back, placing a hand on your hip.

“Sit on my face,” he gazed up at you, a glint of hunger washed over his eyes and you stared blankly at him, unsure of what he meant by that.

“Peter, I-,” you hesitated, hoping for some clarification before you did what he told you.

“Come up here,” he ordered, squeezing your ass.

Your legs shook when stood and you wobbled as you hovered over him, your hand pushing down the material of your nightie to cover your exposed bits as you squatted above him, but he pulled your hand away and sucked in a breath when he caught sight of your core.

“Oh, princess,” he groaned, running his thumb along your slit, your hand clutching the headboard in front of you. “I’ve always wondered what you taste like,” he kissed along the inside of your thigh, a small gasp leaving your lips at the feeling.

It was strange, the way shocks of electricity ran up your spine and back down to your abdomen with just the slightest touch of his lips. And it would repeat all over each time he trailed up closer and closer, the feeling more powerful.

All of a sudden, you felt the wetness of his tongue slide between your folds, spreading his saliva around. You gripped the headboard with your other hand when your body jolted, a tingling sensation rising. He continued to do that repeatedly, his hands gripping the tops of your thighs to hold you down.

“Peter,” your forehead creased, tilting your head back when he bit at a sensitive spot.

You’ve touched that place once or twice before, but the pleasure rushing through your body was never this good. And part of you despised Peter for being the one to do so. But the other part couldn’t find shit to care about.

“Mhmm,” he hummed against you, sucking on your bud when he realized you liked it, his tongue circling it before he licked another swipe to collect your slick. “I knew you’d taste so good,” he mouthed, the vibrations causing you to grind against his face. “And I knew you’d learn to like it too,” he chuckled, your hand reaching down to grip his hair.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, your teeth biting down hard on your lip as your eyes shut closed.

Peter looked up at you, breasts held up by the nightie but the see-through material let him see how your nipples became hard, letting him know how much you were enjoying this. Smiling to himself, he felt proud, he had you just where he wanted you.

“Gonna cum, princess?” he muttered, your movements against his mouth becoming frantic as you rode him. “Just let go,” he guided you through your first orgasm, your fist tugging on his curls when you came undone, your thighs shaking under his touch.

“Peter, Peter!” you screamed, rocking your hips back and forth before you felt yourself give out. Your legs were unsteady but Peter was quick to maneuver you to your back, your chest heaving up and down. “Oh my god.”

“I know, I know,” he cooed, spreading your legs open once more. “Felt good, right?” he looked up at you, your head nodding shamefully. “That was just the tip of the iceberg,” he smirked, crawling back up to you.

“I can’t do anymore, Peter,” you whined, shaking your head against the pillow.

“But I haven’t even shown you the best part,” he frowned, gesturing between the two of you and you gulped when you saw him. He was hard and it looked painful, the way his red-tip oozed with precum, begging to be inside you already, no way was it going to fit.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll go slow,” he grinned, slowly aligning his tip to your entrance. “Might be a tight fit, but we’ll manage,” he smiled, kissing you.

A moan escaped your lips when you tasted yourself on his lips. It was a strange taste, but it distracted you when he entered you.

The tightness caused him to pull away, his eyes focused intensely on your connected bodies as he let out a pained groan. You were clenched around him, practically sucking him back in with your lips.

He was smooth in hiking your legs up with his arms, pressing them into your chest, giving him and you a new angle while he slid in deeper, your eyes rolling back just slightly when he brushed against a certain spot.

Moving your legs up to his arms so the backs of your knees rested on his biceps allowed your chests to be pressed together, the closeness making it all the more intimate.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, rocking his hips back slowly. “So wet for me, being such a good girl,” he rested his forehead against yours.

“Peter,” you whimpered, nails digging into his forearms when you tried to decipher between the pain and pleasure.

He rocked his hips back and forth, enabling you to divulge in the feeling of his cock sheathing you. You whimpered as he let go of your legs, his arm wrapping around underneath you to lift your hips.

“Shit,” you hissed, hands finding their way to his shoulders, nails creating scratch marks on his skin.

“Such a sailor’s mouth, princess,” he mocked in your ear, pressing kisses on your face before he made his way down, his other hand groping your breast through the lace before he slipped them out, the cold air forcing a shudder out of you.

Running your fingers through his hair, you bit your lip as he sucked on your nipple, another new feeling you found yourself experiencing that you loved.

You opened your legs wider, allowing his dick to rut into you even deeper than before. The sensation of his pelvis rubbing against your clit made you shiver, causing you to tug on his hair harder.

“Peter, please,” you gasped, his mouth moving to your other breast.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he lifted his head, eyes dazed from the pleasure as he stared at you.

“I want you, Peter, I want you,” you cried, pushing the hair out of his face before you leaned up to kiss him.

“You have me,” he said against your lips. “You have me,” he panted, your noses knocking.

Tongues clashed against each other, your hands wandered over his body like you were afraid he’d disappear.

But, Peter was there and he was yours and you were his.

Your skin slapped against each other and your chests were pressed together. You kissed along his neck and jaw, whispering encouragements in his ear as you inhaled his wonderful scent. One hand stuck in his hair, threading your fingers through his brown curls and you were sure he was going to have terrible bedhead the moment you got up.

It wasn’t going to matter though, the only thing Peter cared about was cumming inside of you. Finally marking you as his and ensuring that his seed is planted deep.

He knew it was early for babies, but he figured you both could get a head start on practicing. He couldn’t wait for the day you were swollen with his child, your hormones gone awol as you beg for him to fuck you and fill you repeatedly.

The thought alone brought him to many orgasms way before you got engaged. It was always the lonely mornings and nights that would stir him awake in hopes that you were sleeping beside him.

And now he has it. He has you. Right beneath him as your walls squeezed around his cock, urging him deeper with each thrust. His arm tightly wrapped around you, tits bouncing and your breath hot on his skin.

You were close, he could tell. Your legs moved frantically, nails forming scratches and marks along his back and shoulders, fingers tugging on his brown locks. He loved the feeling of your skin against his, your coat of sweat glistening off one another.

Nudging you to look at him, he framed your head with his arm. You were so disoriented, eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head if it weren’t for him to tell you to look at him. It brought a smile to his face at how cock-hungry you were and it was only your first night together.

And there you were again, your back arching, face hiding into his chest as you clawed at his lower back. Your slick walls contracted around him, holding him in place when he came as well.

“Oh, fuck,” he fisted the pillow behind you, his balls pulsating against you as they spilled his seed inside you.

You glanced at him, mouth agape as you felt him finish inside of you. His head rested in the crook of your neck and you felt the way his muscles clenched underneath your fingertips. You were amazed, honestly.

Divulging in the scent of his cologne, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder and trailed your way up to his face. One of your hands still lodged in his hair.

“That was good,” you breathed heavily, chest rising and falling, your nightie bunched up around your middle.

“More than good, fantastic, princess,” he lifted his head, eyes heavy-lidded as he stared down at you. “You were so amazing,” he framed your head with his arm as he brushed pieces of hair out of your face.

“I liked it,” you hummed, running your thumb over his cheek, gazing admirably into his eyes.

He kissed you once more, your hand pulling him close before he slipped out, emptiness consuming you but your thoughts were interrupted when you had the urge to pee, Peter carrying you out of bed and to the bathroom.

After you cleaned yourself and you fixed the top of your nightie, Peter helped you into the bed, his briefs back on him.

Your mind still had trouble processing what had happened only a few minutes ago, you still shook with pleasure. Peering over at Peter, he still had that “winning a million dollars” grin plastered on his face.

He drew you into his chest, face resting on his pec while he rubbed circles on your hip. You rested your hand right in the middle of his chest and you did your best to fall asleep.

While this was still all new to you, he treated it as if you have already done this. As this level of intimacy was normal between you.

Now not only were you adopted into the mob life but you were married to it. No matter what, from now on you will always be dependent on Peter in every possible way.

And while that may seem intimidating or even scary- you couldn’t help but wipe the smile off of your face as you fell asleep.

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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 years

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Not a request, but I had this idea and thought you might enjoy some wholesome food for thought:

A human who hunts for food, who receives a lot of skulls from there yautia mate, who on their next hunting trip brings back like a bear or a deer skull for their mate saying, "You always gift me skulls, so I tried my best to clean this one, its not has neat as an alien skull, but I hope you like it!"

I'd imagine the yautja would just absolutely melt from sweetness lol

They were trying to figure out how to use the remote without breaking it, knowing how enthusiastic you always were telling them about your favorite shows and wanting to share in your joy, when they heard the your keys turn in the front door. You were home, they noted with delight, turning around to greet you.

"Hey there" you smiled sweetly up at them. You smelled strange. Not your usual floral scent that came from your, what did you call it again? Perfume? No. Something about you smelled familiar. But what?

Curious, they made a slow circle around you, looking for any changes in your appearance. You chuckled at your mate's behavior. As alarming as having a huge alien inside your home could be sometimes, at times like these they were more like a child. Your mind wandered a bit at the thought, what they were like as a child? What age even counts as 'childhood' in their species?

You were brought out of your thoughts when they nuzzled their head against your neck, making you yelp in surprise. "Missed me that much?" you joked. They simply hummed, pressing themselves harder against your skin. "You smell different."

You laughed at that. Of course they'd know something was off.

"I really can't hide anything from you, can I?" you sighed with a grin, acting slightly offended. They seemed confused.

"Well, since you seem to have me all figured out..." You grinned, walking to your bag that was still laying next to the front door, their eyes following you. "I got a little something for you."

With a proud look on your face, you took out a slightly bigger box, adored with a light green ribbon. You had hoped the color of their blood would have the same meaning in their culture as it did in yours, and by the adoring look they were giving you that seemed to be the case. Or perhaps they were simply taken aback by the fact that you'd get them something at all. They carefully reached out to take the package from your hands.

"well, open it."

With slow, calculated movements, they untied the ribbon and folded it together, laying it down on a nearby shelf. You couldn't help but smile at the way they treated your present, like it was the most fragile thing they'd ever laid hands on. The suspense made you a bit nervous though, and you almost thought about asking them to simply open it already.

Finally, they lifted the top part of the box, and looked down to it's contents with what you could only describe as hearteyes. Their mandibles clicking together in a sweet tone as they traced their claws gently over the white animal skull. You had gotten this for them. They started purring very loudly. For them.

Discarding the box completely, they took out the skull and leaned forward to press their forehead against yours in a silent 'thank you'. You took the opportunity to kiss their warming cheek and watched on as they smothered you and your gift in compliments.

"You hunted this for me."

"I am blessed."

"I'm honored to have you as my mate."

"How can I repay you?"

"Please let me repay you."

You laughed as they went on, glad that you managed to make them this happy, even with a trophy much smaller than most of theirs. Not knowing how much it really meant for them that you put in so much effort to embrace their culture. Not knowing just how much you really meant to them.

#Is this short? yes.#is this extremely cheesy? also yes.#do i care? absolutely not #this wasn't a request so I decided to only do a short thing here #hope you still like it though #alien #alien vs predator #yautja #slasher #yautja x reader #the predator #💚original post💚#💚asks💚#💚ideas💚

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Emergency

Pairing: Jack Gibson x Reader

Summary: A tunnel explosion has a lot of people seeking medical attention at Grey Sloan Memorial and Gibson winds up being one of them.

Warnings: mention of blood & death

First Station 19 fic ever, hope you all enjoy this one!

MASTERLIST

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“What’s going on Dr. Bailey?”

Y/N fastened the protective gown and slipped her hands into the latex gloves as she stood in the ambulance bay filled with other attendings and interns. There was a loud explosion a couple miles out from Grey Sloan Memorial which was anything but good.

“There was an explosion in the tunnel, from what I’ve been told thus far is that we should be prepared to take in a lot of burn patients.” Meredith nudged the trauma attending with her elbow with a cheeky smile on her face.

“He’d be here soon enough you know.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Grey’s not so subtle hint at the Lieutenant that belonged to Station 19, Jack Gibson.

“Mer we have bigger things to deal with other than my depressing love life.”

“It doesn’t have to be depressing if you do let him take you out on a date.”

“Who’s going on a date?” Carina and Link now joined the pair which only made Y/N mentally facepalm herself.

“Carina you are just the person I need to talk too-”

“Don’t listen to her Carina, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” The OBGYN flicked her eyes between Y/N and Meredith, Meredith silently telling her to not pay attention to the annoyed attending. Before she had the chance to ask a question the aid car belonging to Station 19 pulled up without their sirens on and they’re not in any rush meaning that the patient is D.O.A.

The door opened and Gibson hopped out the back, his eyes finding Y/N’s at the front of the crowd. Bailey and Schmitt went over to assist with the removal of the patient and Warren gave them a run-down of what’s going on. Carina, however, observed the looks shared between Y/N and the Lieutenant, then it hit her. The conversation from before was about her and Jack but what could Meredith need her help with?

Another aid car pulled into the ambulance bay followed by another breaking whatever trance the two were trapped in. Y/N and Hunt sprung into action, rushing over to the nearest one.

“What do we got?”

“Forty-five year old male, bp ninety over fifty, as you can see he’s got shrapnel in his gut and legs from the blast-"

"Where's my daughter? I need my daughter!" The man on the stretcher began pulling at the neck brace and fighting against Owen.

"Sir you're at Grey Sloan Memorial, I'm sure your daughter is right behind you. Let's get him to trauma one." Y/N threw a final glance at Gibson as they wheeled the man into the hospital.

Burns, shrapnel removal and stitches were her rotation of patients that were brought in from the explosion site. She'd lost one patient so far today, the man from earlier, the shrapnel had perforated his intestines and while they were trying to repair the damaged organs, his heart gave out during surgery. Thankfully, she didn't have anymore patients that required surgery because she wouldn't have been able to handle another patient dying on her table.

Y/N snagged a chip from Maggie and popped it into her mouth, the cardio attending didn’t even bat an eye at her. Y/N was glad to be off her feet for the first time since this morning. It's currently four in the afternoon and the influx of patients have slowed down somewhat.

“This is the longest shift I’ve worked in a while, I could do without being-” her pager went off again and Maggie laughed watching as she ran out of the cafeteria to wherever she was paged to. Y/N made it down to the trauma floor in time to see Gibson being wheeled in on a stretcher this time, whatever tiredness she previously felt left immediately.

“Jack? The hell happened?”

“Heyyyyy Y/N.”

“He got hit in the head by a concrete slab trying to get a little girl out of the rubble.” Owen and Warren transferred him from the stretcher onto the bed in trauma two. When they were finished, Warren escorted Hughes out of the room to give us space to do our job.

“Jack how are you feeling?” Y/N flashed her penlight into his eyes and he followed the light with his pupils.

“Never been better.”

“He’s responsive but I’d like to get a CT scan done just to make sure that everything’s alright.”

—--

Jack quietly watched her as she updated his information on the tablet. They had just brought him down from getting the CT scan done, thankfully there wasn’t any damage done to his brain but he does have a concussion.

“You know if you wanted her attention so bad you could’ve talked to her like a normal person this morning. You got her running scans and looking after you no- oh hey, Y/N.” Hughes and Warren awkwardly turned on their heels to scurry away. Jack couldn’t believe those two just outed his feelings like that with her right in the room.

“I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s fine but they do have a point. A simple hello would have done the trick.” Y/N took a seat in the chair next to his bedside.

“Where’s the fun in that? I got to experience having a scan of my brain done and not to mention, I got you as my doctor.” The pair started laughing but it was cut short by him wincing in pain from his concussion.

“Gibson”

“I’m alright, it's just a really bad headache.”

“I should let you know that I’m keeping you here for observation for a few hours just to be sure that you’re okay and I’m not half-assing my job.” Her pager beeped in her coat pocket, she was needed in the pit. If Jack could’ve taken the black device from her hands and thrown it out the window, he would’ve. They’d just begun having a proper conversation and she’s being paged elsewhere.

“I have to get going but I’ll be back to discharge you but if I don’t, I’m sure doctor Hunt will. Remember to take it easy for the next couple days and rest up.” On that note, Y/N took off sprinting to get down to the pit barely scraping past Jack’s coworkers who stood out in the hallway.

She couldn’t wait for this shift to be over with.

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It’s been three days since the whole explosion and Y/N was looking forward to another busy day at work as there were rarely any slow days at Grey Sloan. Thermos in hand, Y/N entered the attending’s lounge/change room gaining Meredith’s attention.

“Good morning, nice flowers.” Y/N placed her coffee filled thermos on the table to examine the beautiful bouquet of red roses and sunflowers.

“Good morning and those aren’t for me.”

“Really, then who’s it for-” Her words died off as her eyes finally landed on the card stuck between it with her name on it. Plucking the card out she turned it over to see if there was any indication as to who sent her flowers on a random Friday morning.

I didn’t get to thank you properly so I hope this makes up for it.

Gibson :)

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at Jack’s kind gesture; she made a mental note to thank him for getting her her favourite flowers. Speaking of which, how did he know what her favourite flowers were?

“I’m going to guess that you or Carina had a part to play in this.” Y/N moved to start changing out of her peach blouse and dark washed jeans into her dark blue scrubs and sneakers.

“I can’t speak for Carina but I know I didn’t.” Opting not to push any further, Y/N slipped on her white coat and left to start her rounds for the day.

"Good morning doctor Y/L/N I'm on your service today."

"Good morning Helm, let's get started." Y/N lead the way to their patient’s room for their postoperative evaluation.

Helm went over the patient’s chart and they both answered any questions their patient’s had before moving on to the next patient. They were just about finished with morning rounds when her pager went off.

"Helm move it."

The pair quickened their pace down to the emergency room in time to see Hughes, Gibson and Hunt rolling in a patient with a branch of a tree lodged in her shoulder.

"Oh God."

"Helm keep it together. Hunt, you paged." Owen looked up from the unconscious patient.

"Yeah, I need your help with this. Helm book O.R. two, tell them we're coming up." A nurse came and hooked up the patient to IV fluids and the others prepared themselves to move the patient for surgery.

"Go on up, I'll meet you there." Jack and Vic were changing the sheet on their gurney and Y/N took this time to talk to the Lieutenant.

"I'm gonna grab some snacks from the vending machine." Jack was confused about Vic's sudden change in behaviour until he followed her line of sight to see the doctor he's had a crush on for quite a while, walking over.

"It's good to see you back at work Gibson."

"It's good to be back, concussions aren't fun at all."

"No they're not. I wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful." Jack smiled down at her, pleased to know that she received his gift.

"But how did you know what flowers to get me?"

"I honestly didn't, I wanted to stick with the traditional roses but the sunflowers reminded me of how much you light up a room and I decided to mix them both." Y/N blushed at his words looking anywhere but up at Jack.

"I know you have to get going but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?"

"I'd love too but I really should get going. Have a good shift and you better not be brought in on that gurney again Lieutenant."

"Yes ma'am, see you later."

Jack released a breath he hadn't noticed that he was holding and Vic patted his back, she had been watching the pair from by the vending machine and was pleased to see her friend finally ask Y/N out.

"She said yes to dinner and she loved the flowers."

"Nice job Romeo, let's get back to work."

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It's only fair that I start writing for Station 19 since I'm already writing for Grey's.

#station 19 #station 19 x reader #station 19 x y/n #station 19 x fem!reader #station 19 imagine #jack gibson imagine #jack gibson x reader #jack gibson x y/n #jack gibson x fem!reader #greys fanfic #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #station 19 x greys anatomy #jackson avery x reader #mark sloan x reader #derek shepherd imagine #alex karev x reader

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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hihi, for the event, "ahh... p-please stop! i'll never do it again!" with possessive and jealous step brother scaramouche please ? if u don't write for him, kaeya or diluc are also fine ! <33 glad i've been lurking ur blog for a while lmao

Mine

Step-Brother!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Step-cest, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Possessiveness, Dub-con, Degradation, Innocent Reader, Kinda Yandere.

Summary: Scaramouche can't let his sweet baby step sister turn into a slut for horny teenage boys. That's why he's the only one who's allowed to taint you.

Prompt: "Ahh... p-please stop! I'll never do it again!"

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You don't know what you did wrong, you were just talking to the nice boy that always comes by the ice cream parlor you work at. He seemed really sweet, so you just wanted to befriend him!

You didn't know what was happening when you walked inside your home, you didn't know why your step-brother immediately bent you over, groping your ass whilst telling you how much of a slut you are.

Tears have fallen from your eyes as Scaramouche relentlessly drilled your pussy raw. "S-Scawa.... slow d-down..." He had you on all fours, both your wrists in his hands, using them as a leverage to fuck you even harder.

"Owww..." You whimpered as the tip of your brother's cock starts entering your womb, every thrust making you shake even more.

"I told you to fucking avoid that creep! You had this coming." He spat, pulling your body up to sit on his lap. You moaned right away, his cock felt even longer as you sat on his lap.

"Do you know who I'm talking about, slut?" Scaramouche had turned your body to face him, holding onto your waist because your tired body couldn't even support itself anymore.

You just shook your head before resting it on his shoulder, rubbing your face on his neck. Your toes curling as you feel his cock twitch from you cockwarming him.

"Answer me when I'm asking you something." Your step-brother had said to you in a harsh tone, wait... his voice is always harsh.

"I... don't k-know..." You answered, still not being able to speak properly. Scaramouche let out an annoyed "tsk". See? That's why he needs to take such good care of his little sister, to prevent her from getting used by those seemingly nice men.

"If I ever catch you talking to that guy, or any other man again, I'm gonna do this!" With that, he pushes your back onto the bed, gripping your thighs and pushing them back to the point where they're almost touching your breasts.

"Nooo...." You cried at him, grabbing onto his arms as you felt the ache of being bent over in your entire body. "Scara... please, it hurts." He ignored your little pleas, grabbing his cock, he slapped it against your messy cunt.

With no warning, he seethe his entire cock inside you, not caring as you screamed from the burn of getting your pussy stretched.

Scaramouche pounded you so hard, in this position, his tip was hitting your cervix. It all made you into such a mess.

"Ahh... p-please stop! I'll n-never talk to him again!" Tears streamed down your face as you looked down, seeing your brother's cock violate your pussy. He didn't listen, just continued fucking you as you babbled on about being sorry and promising to be a good girl and always listen to him.

For hours, he didn't stop, not even as your eyes got droopy from cumming so many times. Your body just accepted all of your brother's abuse, your pussy was so full and wet from your shared cum. "Scara..."

The purple-haired man looked at you, you'd falled asleep... He smirked at that, thrusting one final time before cumming inside you again, making sure that it all gushed out into your womb.

Finally getting off you, Scaramouche had seen the absolute mess between your legs, but that's fine, the more cum inside you, the better. If you ever get pregnant, then he can finally show those cunt chasing men that you belonged to him, and him only.

He wiped your thighs clean with tissues, shoving a plug in your pussy to make sure his cum won't leak out. Then, he lied down beside you covering your naked bodies with your blanket.

Scaramouche had pulled you into his chest, caressing your hair gently. "My sweet little slut."

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Sorry if this is a bit short, hehe. I felt tired and kinda didn't want to make up an entire plot, so I just wrote porn. I really hope you liked it! Thank you for requesting!!!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #tw: stepcest

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Tsukishima YN:

Shiratorizawa's Manager and Dating Ushiwaka

Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x Tsukishima YN; Tsukishima Kai featuring Karasuno x Tsukishima YN

Warnings: none!

AN: This is an Anon request!

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Again yn 😐

Why must you do this to me 😫

I mean, good for you 💅🏼

But like I'm just over here stewing in anger 😡

Because once again, you are living MY dreams 🥲

Ok enough of that now, let's get into it

First off, I'm so proud of you for getting into Shiratorizawa 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Its a prestigious school on its own and the athletics are elite!

Your brother, Kei Tsukishima, opted to go to Karasuno

You and Kei were as close as siblings could be

I mean, sure you had your problems but like what siblings don't!

While attending school, you needed to find a club

That's where our lovely Goshiki comes in 🥰

See you and Goshiki had become fast friends

I mean he's a lovely boy so I can see why!

So when our bowl cut bby approached you and asked if you'd like to be the volleyballs team's manager, you instantly said yes!

You knew alot about volleyball from your brother's so you were a natural 💅🏼

You were efficient at all your tasks including taking notes, setting up, waterbottle duty

You name it, YN was superior at it!

That's how you came to befriend the third years

Semi, Reon, Tendou and Yamagata were naturally drawn to you

Honestly stunning and so freaking cute 😍

You have blonde hair like your bothers and gorgeous eyes

You had a natural laugh and all around joyful personality!

Unlike Tsukishima 🙃

But there was one person you struggled with

Our stoic bird man, Ushijima Wakatoshi

He didn't much care if Shiratorizawa had a manager or not

Once you joined he saw the perks to having one

But it was your interactions with the team and sweet deminer that caught his eyes 👀

Let's put it out there, you instantly had a crush on the man ✋🏻 he's 6'3" ffs

I mean HELLOOOO!!!

The only problem is he didn't seem to pay much attention to you

He would occasionally give you a head nod or a "Thanks YN" but otherwise 🌠nothing🌠

However that doesn't mean he didn't like you YN

He's an observer by nature

He would observe how you helped the players, around school and everything

Mans was low key a stalker but like you'd never know ✋🏻

It wasn't until one day, when you were at your locker that Ushijima's feelings came out

You were grabbing what you needed for class, about to shut your locket when the swim captain approached

"Hey YN, what's up?"- swim captain man

"Uhh hey! Not much I'm just headed to class"- you

"Cool. I was wondering if maybe you'd be interested in going out with me this weekend?"- not as good of a captain as Ushiwaka man

"Umm- well-" you trying to find a way to get out of this

"YN's with me"- Ushijima 😑🧍‍♂️

You 👉🏻 wait I am 🤨

"Oh I didn't know Ushiwaka, my bad"- swim captain now making his exit

You just stare at Ushijima 👁👄👁

"Come on YN, I'll take you to class"- Ushijima

Ok then 😃

From that day forward, you and Ushijima were inseparable

Everyone just kind of knew you were together

Ushijima would give you a hug or a sweet forehead kiss that would just make your sides melt 😫

It was literally like Tendou's Paradise up in here

Too bad all good things can't last 🙃

Or at least not in Mom's hcs

You see, you had avoided telling Tsukishima and Karasuno about your relationship with Ushiwaka

Because like, nobody thought they'd actually make it to the finals 😬

Not to be a pessimist but like nobody believed they'd make it

It's literally the story arch

So when they do, you are faced with a rough decision

Tell Tsukishima and Karasuno or just pretend everything is fine

You went with option ✌🏻

Spoiler alert: it was a disaster

Before the match, Hinata came bouncing over to see you

He's a bestie 🥰

"Hey YN! I'm so glad to see you!"- Hinata, hugging you 🫂

Please Ushijima is FUMING

This look minus the volleyball 🏐

Tendou is all 🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻

Semi and Reon are silently observing

Goshiki is looking to see what Ushiwaka is going to do

But he does nothing 👏🏻

Honestly, he resists because well, he's respectful AND HE TRUSTS YOU

You run over to wish Tsukishima good luck and give him a hug

Sorry you hug him, he essentially stands there like this 🧍‍♂️ 😐

During the match, things get serious

Ushiwaka and Tsukishima are like in a silent fight

But it's when Tsukishima finally blocks Ushiwaka, that the pettiness comes out 💅🏼

Inbetween, you are fixing water bottles and towels when Ushijima comes up behind you, spins you around and plants a huge kiss on you

You 👉🏻😶😐😳🥰🤨👀

Ushijima 👉🏻😏🖕🏻

Tsukishima 👉🏻🤨😑😠

Karasuno 👉🏻👁👄👁

Shiratorizawa 👉🏻👁👄👁

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻

Please Tsukki is FUMING 🔥

He will glare at you the entire match and he will do everything in his power to stop Ushijima

Every break, Tsukki will just glare 😑 and its terrifying honestly

You are sweating 😅

When the final buzzer rings and Karasuno wins, you are sad but also like thinking

🤔 what's the fastest way to the exit

Unfortunately for you, Kei stops you

"YN- " Kei 😐

"Oh hi Kei! Great game. Well I better get going"- you 🏃‍♀️

"Tsukishima"- Ushijima

Please YN you need to learn to be faster with your escapes

"Ushiwaka-" Tsukishima

"Good game"- Ushi extending his hand to Kei

Kei looks at his hand, looks to you and then straight to Ushiwaka

"You too"- Tsukki taking Ushijima's hand and shaking it before turning to you

"See you later YN"- Kei, waving to you as he walks away

You 👉🏻😃 huh?

"Come on YN the bus is waiting"- Ushijima grabbing your hand

Please Ushi, you are going to have to pull YN, they are too stunned to speak 😲

I guess it wasn't so bad after all 🙃

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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Helloooo. Can i request a rich yandere ni-ki asking his s/o "how much is it to date him" and y/n will get furious and say something like "idc about ur money so fudge off" so ni-ki will just kidnap her lolz. thanks

Hellloooooo😆😆 thank you for the request. I really appreciate it😊

[16:22]

Nishimura Riki is rich. He got a car as a birthday gift, he even has a mansion for himself and he can get everything he wants. But, he couldn't get you.

All students were amazed with Riki and some of them would tried to ask him out. Even they knew, they couldn't but to try their chance.

However, you aren't like those students. You didn't even care about him and this made the boy furious because the girl he likes doesn't even look at him.

He had actually confessed to you in front of everyone with high confidence.

"I like you. Let's date."

"Sorry. You are not my type."

And that really embarassing Riki because the students were laughing at him as they didn't expected a rich and popular boy would get rejected by a simple girl like you.

But, the things that made him became angrier is someone has your attention.

The new student, Yang Jungwon.

Everything about him is just simple and nothing special. Jungwon is an orphan and live with his grandmother. They are not even rich like Riki and the fact that some people said that you don't like to talk with any male students.

So why did you looked so comfortable talking and laughing to the new boy? What is so special about him that you didn't even accept Riki's confession?

You just finished your business at the toilet then when you went out, you shouted a little at the sight of the tall boy, Riki.

"What the heck, riki? Why were you standing there like a creep?"

Riki didn't answer instead he walked closer to you to stop you from walking away.

"Why did you talk to him?"

"Huh?" Gosh, the class already started yet Riki still didn't let you go.

"Yang Jungwon. Why did you talk to him? What's so special about him that you didn't even want to accept my confession???"

His sudden loud voice startled you a bit because you didn't expected he would be this angry.

"You don't have any right to decide who should I talk and about your confession, I just don't like you riki."

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much do you need so that I can date you? I can give you everything. Just state it."

"Are you serious??! I am not a thing that you can easily buy and use, Riki. This is why I don't like you. Your attitude disgusts me. Have a shame, riki."

You said and pushed him away then walked fastly to your class. Riki controlled his anger because he didn't want to cause a scene.

If you don't want to accept him, he will make you to accept him.

"Good job for today y/n. I see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, boss"

You walked to your home. You are glad it just 10 minutes walk. But, because it's already midnight you were scared a little bit because there is no people around you.

It's so tiring to be a student and part-timer worker at the same time but your new friend, Jungwon has been supporting you by sharing his meals at school and sometimes went to your work place to give you food that his grandmother cooked when you forgot to have a lunch.

When you finally reached home, you went to the bathroom first to have a quick shower. Too tired, you stepped to the bed without having the lamp switch on.

"You must be so tired, right?"

Your sleepy has gone when you heard the very familiar voice. Riki hugged you really tight and cupped your face with chloroform. The boy screamed and let you go when he felt his finger got bitten by you. You tried to take your phone to make a call but Riki shot your right leg before you could do that.

"I never thought this gun would be useful in my life. You were stubborn, aren't you?"

"Fuck you riki. What the fuck are you doing here??!!!"

You couldn't even tried to move because the boy had caught your body in his arms and the chloroform too has started working on its effects.

"I'm taking back what's mine"

kekekeke our maknae become brutal yandere🤭🤭 how is it? i hope this is good enough

#yang jungwon #kpop yandere #yandere au #yandere imagines #yandere kpop #enha x reader #yandere enhypen #lee heeseung #nishimura riki #park jongseong #kim sunoo #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #yandere x reader #yandere enha #yandere riki

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: Deep Breath (8)

In which you learn what it's like to be his chosen mate.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: low-key clingy JK, the cutest alien boyfriend

Chapter Length: short/mid

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Ever since confessing, a switch had been flipped with Jungkook, or so it seems.

He's no longer shy, doesn't bother hiding his face, seeks your attention at any chance he gets. He's attached to you now it seems- always offering to help, eyes sparkling during any conversation you're having. However, it seems like he's holding something back- and right now, late at night as the movie you've watched ends, you feel like it's the right time to ask. You're comfortably laying in his arms, one of his hands softly running circles over the skin of your hand, as you turn to sit up, looking at him.

"there's something I wanted to ask you these days." you say, and he nods, turning off the TV before he sits up properly as well, facing you. "is there something you're not telling me?" you ask, and his brows furrow as he leans his head to the side a bit in question.

"no?" he wonders, now a bit nervous. "why do you ask?"

"I just.. It always feels like you want to ask me something whenever we go to bed, but you don't." you say, and that seems to hit a nerve, as his eyes suddenly avoid you, gaze lowering as his fingers begin to play with the string of his sweatpants. "Koo.. We're a couple now, right?" you ask, and he nods, though he's still squirming.

"I just.. Don't know how to move forward now." he admits, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. "Like.. I read online that you're supposed to kiss when you confess but we didn't and now it feels like I missed the chance.. And, I want you to sleep next to me at night but it's said online that-" he gets cut off by your fingers touching his lips, a smile on yours as you look at his slightly shy face.

"why do you obsess over what others say so much?" you wonder, and he sighs.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me." he admits. "I'm worried that the differences in culture and all of that might become a problem." he says softly, before you scoot forwards to hug him.

"Culture is to be shared, not judged." you hum towards him, as his arms wrap around you. "and a relationship is a journey on which you'll get to learn about each other. But we need to talk about this stuff before we can try to take steps. Otherwise we're gonna end up going different roads, and then we'll loose sight of each other." you tell him, and he nods, as you sit in front of each other again.

His eyes find your lips fairly easily, one look all it takes before you lean into him, placing a soft kiss to his own. His eyes close almost instantly, the gesture something he'd thought about for way too long now; and it's better than he could've ever imagined it to be.

"can you.. Will you sleep next to me tonight?" he asks, and you nod. It takes him a second before he realizes you've agreed, eyes suddenly wide as he scrambles to get up. You laugh.

"what's wrong now?" you giggle, when he takes all the blankets and pillows from the couch, before running into his room.

"I have to make a proper nest!" he yells from his room, noticing your steps. "no no no don't come in yet!" he panics, and so you agree to stay outside, sitting next to his door against the wall while he does his thing. It takes him quite a while it seems, and he looks rather sheepish as he walks out to get you now. "I- it's not that great-" he starts, though he notices you asleep already, his demeanor relaxing as he leans down to pick you up.

He's glad you've both gotten ready for bed prior to the movie you'd watched- because now he can comfortably place you right in his bed between all the pillows and blankets, before crawling in himself, pulling you close to him.

You're finally right where you belong, in his opinion. You're right here, where he can hold you, all throughout the night.

Just how it's supposed to be.

#jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #deep breath au #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Hey! My first request!! I'm kind of nervous to request but I had some ideas I will share! So I hope you consider making them once you have time :3

My idea was: akatsuki no yona, how would the dragons (and hak if you want) in headcanon form, react to finding their s/o gravely injured after their s/o took too long finding firewood? They could be wounded from falling or from being randomly attacked by an animal/humans etc! I hope you like this request (ʘᴗʘ✿)

Love,

Suzy

Dragons + Hak with Injured S/O

Parings: Hak x Gn!Reader, Jae-ha x Gn!Reader, Shin-ah x Gn!Reader, Kija x Gn!Reader, Zeno x Gn!Reader

Warnings: reader getting injured, worrying boys lol, mention of blood, kissing :3

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: In which you go out on your own to collect firewood and get injured. You take to long to return so the boys leave camp to go look for you and find you injured

[A/N: Hey Suzy! So glad I finally got this done for you! We all know that tumblr needs more AkaYona content :D. I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ]

Hak:

It was a pretty steep hill that you were climbing, in search of wood dry enough to start a fire with; you figured the high up you looked, the dryer the wood would be

You didn’t expect to lose your balance as you tumble back, rolling down the hill and roughly slamming stomach first into the trunk of the tree that had luckily stopped you from rolling any further

You try to get up but wince at the stinging pain in your abdomen, having no choice but to remain in the ground where you were

Noticing that you were taking too long and having been on guard since you volunteered to collect firewood on your own, wanting to be useful to the group in some way, you insisted that Hak didn’t follow you, Hak took matters into his own hands and started searching for you

A few minutes pass of him searching and you’re nowhere to be found; starting to feel more anxious, he begins screaming out your name

“Y/N! Where are you?”

Thankfully you were close enough to hear him as you struggle to call out to him

“Hak,” you weakly call for him, holding onto your stomach

He hears you and is by your side in a matter of seconds, scanning you up and down

He notices the fresh blood pooling around some wounds on your arms and face, and sees the look of discomfort on your face as you hold your stomach in pain

“What happened?” He asks, anger on his features as he surveys your surroundings

“No one attacked me Hak, I’m fine. I just tripped and fell back. I was trying to get wood from the top of the hill since they’re all still damp down here”

He sighs in relief glad that he didn’t have to go out looking for revenge if someone had hurt you, but gets up to walk away, trying to collect himself anyway

“Wait, aren't you going to help me?” You call out to him, wincing as you move suddenly

He turns back around quickly and you see the concern on his face

“I hate seeing you so hurt. Next time you try going to get wood, don’t stop me from coming with you,” he huffs, leaning down to help you up as carefully as possible

So maybe he was a little upset that this could have been avoided by going with you, but he’s mostly angry at himself for not following you anyway even though you asked him to stay behind

“I’m sorry,” you reach for his hand and give it a gentle squeeze, knowing exactly what was going through his head, “I’ll be more careful next time.”

He squeezes your hand in return shooting you a small smirk, “Yeah well not with those two left feet you aren’t,” he snorts, which earns him a playful hit from you (a soft one though as you don’t want to exert yourself)

He’s relieved that nothing worse happened to you and has his arms around you, leading you safely back to camp so Yoon can tend to your wounds

Jae-ha:

You didn’t even notice the group of bandits approaching behind you until it’s too late

One of them hit you behind the head, sending you tumbling to the ground, your head throbbing at the impact

You try to scramble to your feet but to no avail, they grab you by your hair, making you scream out in pain to your already sensitive head

“They’ve got nothing on them, get rid of them,” one of them instructs the man who was holding a handful of your hair in his hands as another goony finishes patting you down

The man behind you takes out a knife that glimmers in the light, and is about to swing it down on you

You close your eyes, in too much pain to fight anymore as you wait for the pain to hit you, but instead you hear a grunt as you’re released from the man's grip and warm hands wrap around you instead–you knew exactly who those hands belonged to

You open your eyes and meet the concerned eyes of your boyfriend, Jae-ha

“You okay darling? You were taking a little too long so I came to check on you,” his eyes scan your injuries and shift slightly to glare at the man he had just kicked away from you, “And I’m so glad I did.”

He sits you down on the ground and presses and gentle kiss to the top of you head which was instantly soothed by his warm lips

“Now, who said you’d get away with harming something as beautiful as my Y/N? Hm?” He spits, not even giving the men a chance to respond before he lunges at them

He doesn’t spend long roughing them up a bit, knowing that you were behind him waiting to be helped, so he just scares them as they all run off screaming about him being a monster

He laughs bitterly then turns back to you, helping you to your feet

“Let’s get you back to camp”

He’s a bit curt, but truth be told his heart his hammering in his chest at the prospect that he was seconds away from losing you or finding you in possibly worse condition had he not been there to stop those men

You stop him for a second and grip his face, making him look into your eyes, “Hey, I’m right here. I’m okay,” you reassure him, knowing he needed to hear those words from you

He lightens up and gently holds your face in return, leaning in and leaving a sweet kiss to your lips, “Indeed you are, beautiful. Let’s go”

Both in a brighter mood you walk hand in hand back to camp, the pain in the back of your head a little more bearable as Jae-ha’s hand fill your whole body with warmth

Shin-ah:

This man has been watching you closely with his dragon eyes as soon as you left to go get firewood

So when he sees you prick your leg while walking by a wild bush, he takes off in a run towards you with Ao holding on for dear life on his shoulder

He reaches you in no time and is on the ground beside you where you had dropped down in pain, holding onto your leg with sweat running down your forehead

“Y/N?” He calls your name in concern as Ao runs over to you to inspect your wound with worried eyes

“Shin-ah,” your head shoots up at the sound of his voice, finally noticing Ao by your leg as well, “I don’t know what happened. I think I scraped my leg but it’s burning so horribly”

You were wincing at the pain, wanting to scream out in agony, but biting your screams back, in fear that you’d worry Shin-ah even further

He quietly inspects your wound which is festering faster than he expected, but he remains calm even though he’s freaking out internally

He takes a cut of the plant that had pricked you, careful not to cut himself with it and brings you to your feet as he helps you wobble back to camp which luckily wasn’t that far

Yoon inspects your wound along with the sample of the plant Shin-ah showed him and immediately knows what to do

“It’s poisonous,” he starts, which makes Shin-ah’s inner anxiety worsen momentarily as he’s about to run to your side, “But thankfully I know exactly how to make an antidote and I have all the materials on me already. Don’t worry Shin-ah, Y/N will be okay. I’ll make sure of it, just leave it to me.”

He’s relieved to hear that you’ll be okay and rushes back over to your side where you had passed out from the pain, sweat beading down your forehead as your eyebrows furrow every so often

He remains by your side, wiping the sweat from your face and holding your hand to let you know that he was there as Ao cuddles up into the crook of your neck, until Yoon finally enters the tents with the antidote

Shin-ah keeps a watchful eye on you as Yoon applies the ointment that would cancel out the poison quickly that was making its way further up your leg

He stays with you until you finally wake up, feeling much better as you notice Shin-ah sleeping up-right beside you

You nudge him a little and as he stirs, you pat the spot beside you inviting him to rest with you

He happily obliges, throwing his mask off and laying by your side as you look into his golden eyes, the ones he only trusted you to see

“You’re okay?”

“Yes Shin-ah, I’m okay now. Thank you for watching over me,” you smile at the blue dragon, leaving a kiss to his hand that was slowly and gently caressing your face

“Good,” you can see the relief enter his irises and you both rest some more in each others arms

Kija:

You had just collected an arm full of firewood and were on your way back to camp to show everyone that you could manage yourself on your own

You spoke too soon as you trip over a root that was sticking out the ground that couldn't be seen by you from over the pile of wood in your arms

Your ankle twists sending you flying to the ground as all the wood in your arms is thrown in a mess in front of you

You suck in a breath, brushing yourself off and limping to pick up the wood and try to continue walking to camp–you couldn’t fail to bring wood back to camp because of something as silly as tripping over a root and twisting your ankle

So you struggle forward, you arms shaking under the weight of the wood as you rely on your other foot to carry your forward

It takes you a lot longer as your pace has significantly slowed down

Back at camp, Kija is a worrying mess, pacing back and forth as Hak tells the “White Snake” to sit down before his pacing burns a path in the ground, which earns him a slap from Kija as he finally gives in and runs into the surrounding woods to search for you

He nearly has a heart attack as he sees you struggling to walk with a pile of wood in your arms

“Y/N! What happened?!” He screams, running closer to you

You stagger forward at his sudden voice, but he’s in front of you to help stabilize you before you go down again, the wood however does fall back onto the ground

“I just tripped, don’t worry about it, I’m fine!” You wince as you move forward to pick up the wood again

“You’re not okay, look at the size of your ankle! It’s so swollen. This is no good, we need to get you back to camp immediately so Yoon can take a look at it. C’mon,” he moves your arm around his shoulder to support your weight so you don’t put pressure on your foot, but you stop him and point to the wood

“What about the wood? It was my job to bring it back to camp, if I don’t then that means I failed,” you state, moving away from him to get the wood

“Forget the wood! It’s more important that we tend to your ankle first!”

To keep a long story short, Kija ends up carrying the wood back with his dragon arm as you use his other arm as support to help you walk

You had managed to convince him to bring the wood along despite him trying to get you back to camp quickly

“Thank you Kija,” you lean in to peck his cheek which leaves him a flustered mess

I hope you’re ready because this man is following you whenever you volunteer to get wood again so he can keep you safe from evil tree roots

Zeno:

You were so focused on picking up the wood that you didn’t notice the wild boar running towards you at full speed until it hits you

It crashes into you, sending you flying back at the impact, winding you

You lay still on the ground trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of you as the boar continues to run off as if it didn’t just ram into you

You’re not even sure how much time passes as you remain on the ground, your back aching from flying down onto it, you could almost swear a rock was lodged into your back with the pain that was shooting down your spine and up the back of your neck

Suddenly you see a mop of yellow hair poke up in your vision–your boyfriend, Zeno who had his usual cheery smile on his face

“There you are! Zeno came to look for you since you were taking too long. Are you okay?” He asks as he holds a hand out for you

You take his hand and sit up, sucking in a breath as you feel something warm trickle down your back

“Zeno…do me a favor and check my back for me…” you trail off, your mind racing a million miles a second, thinking the worst

“Okay!”

Zeno gently lifts up the fabric covering your back and you hear him go quiet

Now, I imagine Zeno to be the type to remain calm so that he doesn’t worry you, he’d plaster a smile on his face and make sure you have nothing to worry about

SO that’s exactly that he does

“You had quite the fall! Why don’t we get you back to camp, don’t worry about the wood, Hak and Jae-ha can come get it,” his cheery voice explains behind you, lowering the fabric again before helping you to your feet

“But-” you start but he cuts you off

“Don’t worry, Yoon will check you out when we get back”

His positivity was enough to keep you from worrying further, so you sigh and take his outstretched hand

“Thank you,” you squeeze his hand and Zeno helps you walk back to camp, though you can’t really walk that fast, but you both eventually arrive

Yoon takes care of you, wiping the blood from your back and bandaging you up as a rock had in fact been lodged into your back, thankfully missing your spine though

Zeno waited outside your tent, praying up to the gods to keep you safe as he gave you your privacy to get cared for by Yoon, but as soon as Yoon leaves and updates him on your condition he enters your tent and takes a seat beside you

“Thanks for not telling me earlier that I was hurt. I think I would have freaked out, but I’m sure you knew that already”

“Yeah, Zeno knew you would be worried. You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. You did the right thing. It was stupid of me to go on my own anyway. A boar came out of nowhere and rammed straight into me.”

Zeno laughs and snuggles up to your side, thankful that you would be okay; he would be sure to keep a closer eye on you incase he needs to throw himself in front of a wild animal so you don’t get hurt again

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fkinavocado · 3 years

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Okay but let’s talk about you doing a strip tease for harry and him watching you from the couch, drinking wine and looking at you with hungry eyes

I don't have a hat

Warnings: 18+, smut, tipsy sex, slight degradation

Word count: 3k

You were feeling good.

You had been so busy lately, had barely had any free time at all, and your friends had been pestering you to go out with them for ages. Tonight you finally allowed yourself to go to one of your friends' birthdays, and boy were you glad of it. You'd missed this. Missed your friends, missed just detaching yourself from your job and your commitments and allowed yourself to fully enjoy it.

You typically rarely even got tipsy, but tonight you'd lost count of the strawberry margaritas. One of your friends was a bartender and he was always a sweetheart and fixed you guys whatever drinks you wanted.

It was a fairly intimate gathering, at Selena’s, the birthday girl's place. No more than 17 of you had attended including plus ones, and with the exception of that one guy you could never stand, you were so glad to see everyone and have a great night ahead. You played board games, charades, did karaoke, danced, and got caught up on all the latest gossip.

At one point, Selena had to... retire, having had one too many. Your friends that had driven there and were way too sober had put her to bed in her bedroom at around 2am and now it was past 3 and most everyone had gone home.

When one of your friends came next to you, pulling your karaoke mic away from you amusedly, you looked around and realized you were putting on your best performance for an empty venue.

"Ok, enough strawberry margaritas for you, missy" your friend giggled, trying to pull you away from the tv where the lyrics kept rolling "C'mon, I'll drive you home"

"No, I'm staying, I promised Selena I'd help her clean up tomorrow. Thanks, though" you kissed her cheek and nearly missed, kissing the corner of her mouth instead "Whoops!! Sorry!" you giggled

Your friend raised an eyebrow, amusedly "Mhm. I'll let it slide since you're wasted, but I always knew you had the hots for me"

You gasped "I am not. Talk about unrequited love..."

"Go to bed, Y/N!" your friend headed towards the door when she stopped in her tracks noticing Harry ominously sitting on the sofa "How about you, need a ride?"

"No, 'm good"

Your friend looked back and forth between the two of you and bidding her final goodbyes, left.

Why was he even there anymore? Harry, the one that always got on your nerves. You knew Selena and him hooked up now and then but now she was obviously comatose and it made no sense for him to be hanging around anymore. Literally everyone else had left.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but somehow, it didn’t bother you all that much. You were still feeling pretty buzzed and not at all sleepy yet, so you made to grab the mic your friend had placed on the coffee table, but before you could reach it, Harry took it.

"Don't think so. If I have to listen to you butcher another song I'm gonna need more than just the wine and there's nothing left. Your little bartender friend wasted more than half the booze on your fucking margaritas"

"Then why don't you leave?" you scoffed, indignantly

He tutted "Where's your manners, Y/N? You're left to host, Selena is dead to the world. You really gonna kick me out? She's not gonna like the sound of that seeing as how I'm her favourite" he smirked arrogantly and you just rolled your eyes watching him pour himself some wine from a new bottle

"Hardly. A good fuck hardly makes you her favourite"

Just then the song you'd chosen ended and it randomly shuffled to You can leave your hat on, by Joe Cocker.

"She said that, huh?" he smirked and you turned your back at his smug face. Without breaking eye contact, he brought the mic to his lips and began singing "Baby, take off your coat... real slow"

Your skin prickled hearing his deep voice through the speakers. Suddenly, the intensity of his gaze was a bit too much and you opted to look out the ceiling high windows at the skyline, in the meanwhile. Without realising it, your hips started swaying, you'd always loved that song.

"And take off your shoes... I'll take off your shoes"

You couldn’t resist glancing at him over your shoulder, he was leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees while singing, watching you intently. On impulse, you grabbed your pumps and threw them at him one after the other. He dodged the first, grabbing the second by the heel, holding it and the mic with one hand, and his glass of wine with the other. You raised an eyebrow at him and you could see a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The bastard was getting a kick out of this.

And just like that, you decided to test his limits.

"Baby, take off your dress..." his eyes widened watching you unzip the back of your dress but his voice was unwavering. Did he not think you would go through with it? Because he had another thing coming if he didn't.

As you pushed your straps over your shoulders and let your dress pool at your feet he hissed into the mic, his eyes roaming unabashedly all over your body "Yes... yes, yes"

You were left in nothing but your lingerie in front of him and somehow, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he always got a reaction out of you, you felt emboldened rather than intimidated. You made your way towards him, putting on your best feline gait you could muster sans your heels (and also slightly woozy), and stopped right in between his parted legs. He rested his back against the sofa, taking you all in and you could see how much his pupils had dilated. You couldn't help but smirk at that. He was definitely not immune to you, and you loved being the one getting a reaction out of him for once.

He was always teasing you unnecessarily, everytime you'd meet, his remarks had always been snarky and you just couldn’t understand why he had to constantly pick on you like that. He didn’t seem to mind anyone else.

“I don’t have a hat” you shrugged playfully, placing your hands on your hips and he bit his lower lip, letting his eyes scan you head to toe unhurriedly

“Guess you can’t leave anything on then” he looked at you from under his eyelashes and your breath hitched as he skipped the chorus. In fact he’d placed the mic together with your right shoe next to him on the sofa and sipped some more of his wine “Go on, then” he raised an eyebrow when you just seemed to have frozen in place hovering over him, your panties eye level with him and you wondered if he could see how wet you’d gotten.

Sure, you hated his guts, but that didn’t mean you were blind. He was hot as fuck and since you knew for a fact that your friend was just casually hooking up with him, no strings attached, and that you were standing there nearly naked in front of him, you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d do if you really were to not leave anything on.

The melody still went on, even without Harry bothering with the lyrics anymore and you grabbed his glass from his lips and downed it in one swift motion, not that you needed any more liquid courage, but the glass was getting in the way, were he to be... needing his hands, soon.

You placed the glass behind you on the coffee table and when you looked back at him his lips were fighting off a lopsided smile. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Now give me a reason to live” he hummed the lyrics and you took the plunge, unhooking your bra, throwing it over his head, and hoping it hadn’t landed in any of the spreads splayed out on the table behind the sofa and into the open space kitchen

You let your eyes momentarily track where it’d landed but then snapped out of it when you felt his cold rings on your thighs, bringing you closer to the edge of the sofa in between his legs. He looked up at you to gauge your reaction, and when you swiftly nodded your approval, he nuzzled your panties, making you jump in surprise, but his fingers sank deeper into your skin, anchoring you.

“Gonna be a good host all the way, Y/N? Gonna give me the special treatment Selena would’ve?” he murmured against your panties, his prominent nose barely touching your throbbing clit but grazing it enough to make you shudder

You shook your head “I’m gonna give you a better one”. You could barely recognize your own voice by now. Had you really just said that out loud?

“Think you’re all that, huh? Let’s have a taste, then” he hooked his fingers into the material, pulling your panties to the side and exposing you to him. You could feel his breath on your wet pussy, you knew you were a mess and would soon feel yourself dripping down your thighs. He stared at you for a beat, and normally it would’ve made you nervous, but his lust-filled gaze was seriously making you weak in the knees. When he finally dragged his tongue through your folds you threw your head back, moaning louder than you’d intended. “That’s right. Lemme hear you”

He yanked the lace undergarments off of you and grabbing hold of your asscheeks he pushed you against his hot mouth, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop from tipping over backwards. When your fingers made their way into his long curls, he grabbed the back of your left thigh and placed it over his shoulder, gaining him better access and making you pull on his hair even harder for stability. Judging by his groans, you figured he must’ve enjoyed a bit of pain, because you were tugging at the roots pretty harshly.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you moaned and panted uninhibitedly, he was eating you out just right, and you realized the guy was more than experienced in this department. He was way too good at it for his own good. When he spanked your ass you let out a pathetic whine that even you yourself haven’t heard before.

He then made you yelp when he suddenly leaned back against the sofa, pulling you back with him, and helped your other leg up until you were effectively hovering over him, riding his face with one leg over his shoulder and a knee hunched over the back of the sofa. You’d had to let go of his hair and grip the back of the sofa for leverage but he also didn’t have to support you using both his hands now, and he took one to your entrance, pumping two fingers inside of you with no warning as he kept on eating you out.

“Fuck!” you yelped, he was seriously merciless and when he curled his fingers searching for your sweet spot and finding it in no time, you knew you were about to have one of the best orgasms of your life with him.

You registered the song had ended and something else you couldn’t quite place had started instead, but thankfully it was in the same register and wasn’t killing the mood.

He started pumping more furiously into you and slapped your ass again, the force of it throwing you forward and making you grind against his face, to which he groaned loudly, vibrating against you and you took it as your queue to move yourself against his wet mouth, absolutely drenching him in your arousal. You kept looking down at him as you did so, watching his eyes glaze over and stare at your bouncing tits above him and when he sucked your clit into his mouth, refusing to let go of it and you were literally moving his head with your movements, you finally came undone. He took his fingers out of you and grabbed your ass with both hands, keeping you flush against his mouth so that he could feel all your aftershocks and your pulse pick up considerably, you could feel your heartbeat against his mouth quite literally.

When you finally pulled yourself away, he didn’t object, but flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees on the sofa and he began fumbling with his belt. You looked over your shoulder as he fished a foil packet out of thin air and when your eyes descended to his shaft your mouth fell agape. He was massive. Not that it was any surprise at this point.

He leaned over to your earlobe as he wrapped the condom onto himself “Ready for me, you little tease?”

You turned to him a bit further “Huh?”

“He grabbed your hair, twisting it around his fist and yanking it as he positioned himself at your entrance “You’ve been a fucking tease ever since I met you. Been wondering how long I had to fuck your friend to keep having an excuse to see you. And then you just disappeared for a while. Do you know how fucking infuriating that is?” he yanked again, making you gasp.

“You’re insane! You’ve been nothing but mean to me!”

“That’s what you get for being a tease and a brat. Gonna fuck it out of you, though. If you’re still up for it, that is?” he grazed his tip against your clit and you instinctively pushed back onto him, almost making him slip right in, but he pulled back “Gonna need words, pet. Hm? Gonna finally let me fuck this pussy? Been waiting to do this since day one and I’m using all my restraint not to sink myself balls-deep into you. But I need words, first”

“Fuck, stop talking, you arrogant prick, and fuck me already!”

You barely finished shouting your sentence when he impaled you in one swift motion, throwing your body forward and your face into the sofa cushion.

You heard him fumbling near your head before you saw him placing the mic next to your face “Lemme hear you then”. And with that, he finally pulled back a bit and then thrust himself deep inside you making you cry out and hear yourself over the speakers. He began a punishing pace, and you tried moving your head away from the mic, your cries were sure to wake the whole building complex up, not just Selena.

He pushed the nape of your neck back in place, though, making your huffs and puffs interrupt the melody as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Gonna have this whole neighborhood know my name by the time I’m done with you. That’s it, moan it. Cry it out!”

“I’m coming!” you whined, trying to keep it as low as possible but still, your pathetic mewls were echoing in the empty apartment

“Fuck, yes. Such a greedy cunt, trying to milk me dry. Not yet though, gonna have you drink it all up. C’mon. Come, Y/N. Who’s gonna ruin this pussy?”

“Fuck! You are! Ah! I’m coming, fuck! Harry!”

He groaned hearing you come undone again and he kept himself buried inside you, riding out your orgasm, and then pulling himself away and removing his condom as he made his way in front of you. He pulled you to your knees by your hair so that you could suck on him “That’s it” he coaxed your jaw open, pushing past your lips “Let’s see you make good on that promise. Let’s see you do better”

You were absolutely spent, but you wanted to see him at your mercy, the cocky bastard. You pulled your head away and got off the couch, sinking to your knees to get a better grip on him and he bit his lower lip watching you take him back into your mouth. You relaxed your throat and mustered all your strength, forcing yourself to steady your breathing through your nose and effectively deepthroat him. He hissed and buried his fingers back into your hair, helping you set a rhythm that was to his liking and you sunk your nails into his thighs, feeling him go even harder against your tongue.

“I fucking knew you’d be amazing at this, a fucking tease like you can only be a cockslut, hm?” he pressed his lips in a thin line and began taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to compose himself, but you wouldn’t have it, cupping his balls instead and massaging them in your palm, tugging at them just enough to earn a reaction “Fuck! ‘M gonna come, Y/N, better make up your mind where-- ” but you never let him finish his sentence as you buried your nose in his navel, choking on him but mustering through and sure enough, you felt his legs tremble and his hot come shoot down the back of your throat

When he finally pulled you off him, your eyes glazed over and your chin a glistening mess, you watched him look down at you, brows furrowed, a panting mess and his long hair framing his face, his eyes barely visible save for the glint in them. As he pulled you to your feet, you found that you barely could find your footing and it certainly wasn’t the alcohol this time around.

Before you could think of a snarky remark to beat him at his own game, he crushed his lips against yours in what was your first kiss, and you were taken aback by the intensity of it. You’d expected him to smack your bum and maybe help you find your panties he’d thrown God knows where. But this was taking you aback.

“Good. Now that that’s out of the way, and I can finally think straight around you... how about we go for a walk, catch the sunrise. Hm?” you watched the words come out of his mouth incredulously, but what surprised you the most wasn’t what he’d said, but what you were about to

“Yeah. I’d like that” to which he gave you one of his trademark lopsided smiles and went in for another kiss, one you allowed yourself to thoroughly enjoy this time.

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l0veisan0ceanwide · 2 years

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i've had time to think about and process the 2521 ending and i'm finally ready to talk about it. first, i'd just like to say: WOW. i'm so happy i randomly decided to click "play" on episode 1 one day because watching this show was truly such a satisfying journey. the cast was phenomenal, seeing nam joo-hyuk and kim tae-ri together on screen was such a treat. the cinematography, the soundtrack, the writing, the feeling of nostalgia that this show provokes... 2521 is definitely one of my favorite kdramas of all time.

with that said, i don't claim the ending. a lot of people have said, "if you're not happy with the 2521 ending just because baekdo weren't endgame you clearly missed the whole point of the show," but i'd have to disagree. it's not just the lack of a baekdo endgame that didn't sit right with me, it's the ending that all of the characters got in their adulthood that turned me off.

seung-wan had stated in episode 10 that she found life to be boring, which is a sentiment that a lot of teenagers share. their lives are micromanaged by the schools they attend, the parents they live with, and all of their time is taken up by studying and trying to climb the step-ladder to adulthood. but even ten years later, seung-wan does not seem happy. she still finds life boring, she shows no satisfaction or attachment to the job she has chosen and she says herself that she is only able to see her friends during events like funerals. they may have hinted at a change in her love life with the return of yijin's brother, but considering how much emphasis was placed on having a "rEaLiStIc EnDiNg," his return just seemed very random and fanfiction-like.

yurim's ending also didn't satisfy me. don't get me wrong, i am so ridiculously happy that her relationship with jiwoong survived time and distance, and i'm also glad that she was finally able to gain the financial stability that she had always craved. but again, the emphasis was placed on what she chose as a profession following her retirement from fencing. we can't forget WHY yurim was so determined to make money, and the reason was her love for her family. she wanted to lessen their burden, pay off their debts, and provide them with a better life. i think seeing her with her parents in the present day would have been a lot more fulfilling in terms of a "happy ending."

and heedo... oh heedo. i can understand the baekdo breakup given the context of episodes 15 and 16, but i also think that a huge disservice was done to heedo's character in the name of being "realistic." because what were we shown? heedo lived her childhood alone until she was finally granted a short span of time to enjoy passionate love and friendship before it was ripped away from her. at the end of the day, heedo begins her journey alone and ends it alone. not only does she lose the friends that made her youth so memorable and the love of her life, but she also loses the sport that she lived and breathed for. in adulthood, she no longer finds fencing to be fun. she gets bored of winning. the girl who went through so much effort to transfer schools, worked so hard to join the national team, won three gold medals, and wanted nothing more to fence... quit. all athletes retire at some point but what she chose to do with her life afterwards had no relation to fencing whatsoever. i find that to be TRAGIC.

she shows no attachment to her husband in the present day, he's barely a part of her day-to-day life and she doesn't even mention him in passing. this nameless, faceless man that our best girl heedo spends her life with has no presence in her home, in her life, or even in her thoughts. she doesn't even have a ring on her finger. her reaction to yijin (his face during the 2009 interview, his words found in her diary in 2022) even years after their breakup is visceral, instinctual... and that's why she returns to the tunnel, erases the beach day from her mind, and just seems to have no trace of happiness in her. from where i'm sitting, her story seems like a tragedy full of regret, loneliness, and a bitterness for the direction her life took in the name of "growing up."

yijin also seems to be alone in the present day. it's a shame that he dedicated his life to a career that caused him to begin smoking, drinking, losing sleep, and sucked the hope out of his very being. it's also a shame that his "happy ending" consists of bringing the family together that provided him no form of support during the hardest time of his life. his parents may be his blood, but heedo was his family. and he lost her in a breakup that wasn't even reciprocal. they didn't part ways mutually, he was abandoned yet again during a time when he was struggling with issues completely out of his control. his ptsd and depression were never addressed and, just like heedo, he began and ended his journey completely alone.

why was a rookie reporter sent to the other side of the world indefinitely to cover a foreign story in the first place? why was jae-kyung only able to establish a close relationship with her daughter after ending her career? why did she have to choose? why did baekdo break up after their first and only fight? why did heedo say she would make sure her support always reached yijin when she made no effort in episodes 15 and 16 to help him in any way? were all of their words JUST WORDS? why were there so many remnants of yijin in heedo's present day home if they have no relationship at all? why did yijin and heedo have to lose their friendship, their love, their understanding, the very essence of their bond, just to become strangers with no tie to each other's lives after they broke up because "that's how real life is"? why did minchae even pick up that diary in the first place?

#twenty five twenty one #tvn 2521 #2521 #baek yi jin #na heedo #baekdo #tvn #nam joo hyuk #kim tae ri #zmcreations

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I just found your blog and I'm obsessed with your writing! Can you do a angst to fluff where Denki and Mineta deicide to prank Todoroki and his girlfriend where they steal his phone and text the reader that he wants to breakup expecting her to know it’s a joke since she’s calm and level headed but it backfires so they have to do damage control/face the couples and the girls wrath?

That was fun. It was my first time writing angst to fluff and I’m not sure if I did it right, but I must admit I’m quite happy with how this turned out. Thx for the request! It was a pleasure to work on.

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Angst to fluff, a complicated relationship and the support of the bestest boii of best boiis“I’m glad you managed to overcome your nausea, Ochako. Your quirk is so amazing it would be a shame if something like this would hold you back.”

The girl blushed at your compliment and scratched her cheek with her index finger. “Thank you, even though I’m not really done with it. But at least it doesn’t bother me too much anymore.”

You were really happy for her. Ochako was great hero material, she was humble, and her joy was infectious, so you worried when she told you and the other girls about her handicap. But seeing how much she improved, how much all of them improved was really relieving and you couldn’t wait until you all would make the world a better place when you finally became a pro hero. “We’ve come quite far, don’t you all think, ribbit?” Tsuyu exclaimed and joined your talk in the common room.

It was a nice evening and since the other girls decided to sit together and share experiences from their internship you had been listening, enjoying their cheerful chit-chat and sometimes voicing your own opinions. The atmosphere was comfortable, but despite that, there was still something nagging on your mind.

You knew for yourself how stressful and taking the internship was, but still, your heart ached when your boyfriend wasn’t even able to send you a short message. Shoto was working with his father, and you understood how complex this was for him, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him.

That’s why the sudden buzzing of your phone and his name on the display made you immediately jump, and you hurried to unlock the screen, seeing a new message from him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you opened the messenger…

-Y/N, I know it’s not a nice way to communicate this, but I can’t help it. It’s over, please understand and give me some space to arrange my mind

In an instant, your whole body turned cold, and you nearly dropped the phone, your hands shaking and sweating. You read the message again and again and again, but no matter how often you tried, the letters weren’t changing, and the meaning wasn’t changing.

Shoto broke up with you. Over a text message.

“Hey Y/N, are you alright? You paled so sudden.” Minas worry laced voice was a distant echo in your head. Right now you couldn’t focus on anything except your racing thoughts, pounding and screaming and nearly turning you insane.

“Y/N?” Momo had gently put her hand on your upper arm, but you jumped to your feet unable to stand their prying eyes. Your heart was nearly bursting through your chest when you hastily excused yourself and raced to the lift, but since it wasn’t fast enough for your taste you turned to the stairs, stumbling more than running to your room.

The air burned like fire in your lungs and black spots dotted your vision when you finally reached the privacy of your room. You felt so cold as you leaned against the door, pulling out your phone and reread the message, then the overwhelming feeling vanished leaving only a hollowing emptiness behind.

Would he do this to you? Could your Shoto, your humble, kind, and gentle Shoto really be that cruel? Your mind was told you that something was off, he wasn’t easy to speak to given his childhood and all, but this was so not like him. Unfortunately, your heart remembered how you hadn’t seen him much when the internships started again. Since he has been working with his father, he had come home incredibly tired, excusing himself from the joined evenings you had with the class and drowning in school work whenever he managed to find some spare time, just like today he left for his room as soon as he stepped through the front door.

You hadn’t seen him in the last few weeks. No messages, no approaches from his side. Maybe there was something you missed, or you bothered him by trying to reach out to him? No answer was good enough and nothing could fill this void growing in your chest.

A small splash on your hand startled you and you hesitantly reached up to your cheeks to find them cold and wet with fat drops of tears. You hadn’t even noticed when you started crying and then the shaking returned, worse and painful as your whole body seemed to tense up. When your legs gave in you slumped to the ground accidentally banging your head on the wooden door only added pressure to the throbbing.

The next thing you realized was the piercing sound of your alarm and the cold flooring against your cheek. Confused you looked around, meeting some stray lights intruding through the shut curtains of your dorm room. Your limbs ached as you pushed yourself into a sitting position slowly recollecting the last day.

Right.

You grabbed your phone that was laying on the ground shutting off the alarm. Should you look again. Maybe this was a dream? A really bad nightmare because you were exhausted from the internship? No. Your knuckles turned white as you clenched your phone in your fingers until you forcefully brought yourself to throw it onto your bed, burring it beneath layers of pillows, blankets, and clothes as you changed into your school uniform.

Arranging your tie took a look into your mirror. You looked miserable. Big bags under your still swollen eyes and puffy red cheeks gave away instantly what happened after you darted for your room. For a moment you contemplated calling in sick but decided ultimately against it. A boy wasn’t worth risking your hero career and maybe the school work would help redirect your thought.

After a few minutes of trying you tiredly accepted your appearance and already thought of some answers if somebody dared to bother you.

And of course that if turned into a now when you arrived in the common room where Momo and Ochako were standing near the entrance, exchanging sorrowful looks. You made a beeline for the exit but of course, your lovely, caring friends stopped you and pulled you to the side. Sometimes you hated how perceptive they were.

“What happened to you? You look horrible!” Ochako squeaked and rubbed your arm gently. The touch hurt and felt good at the same time, your mind couldn’t decide if you should accept their care or settle for your own. You were confused and shaken, and everything started to blur again and… “Y/N?”

Your head shot up and a chill ran down your spine sending goosebumps all over your sensitive skin. With a dry gulp, you turned to face Shoto, worry written over his knitted brows as he stepped closer, reaching out for your hand. “There is something I need to tell you.”

You didn’t notice how Ochako drew soothing circles on your arm, you didn’t notice Momo’s soft voice, providing encouraging words. The only thing you noticed was the familiar warmth now burning like hellfire on your stone-cold skin. Your body reacted on your own as you shrugged Ochakos hand off and stepped outside, leaving your classmates behind dumbfounded.

This whole day was terrible, and it didn’t seem to end. The morning lessons stretched nearly to eternity. You couldn’t concentrate on what the teachers were saying, the information intruding to one ear and leaving through the other, not leaving a trace of knowledge behind. But what bothered you, even more, were the eyes you constantly felt on you. Everyone had noticed your mood as you stepped through the door, most of them respected when you brushed them off with a silly excuse like nightmares and sickness, not even Minoru or Denki dared try something or crack a joke, but still, you felt their gazes tingling uncomfortably on your skin. If possible, you would run and hide from the world until you were able to return to your good mind, working through this with traceable arguments to level yourself again.

Everything will be alright. You will get over this. A breakup is not the end of the world. “You seem like crying.” Dammit, Eijiro!

“Why does everybody feel the need to get on my nerves today?!” You snapped at the red-haired boy and immediately clapped your hands over your mouth. This was so unlike you, you have never ever barked at anyone and Eijiro definitely was the last person on earth to deserve your wrath. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Your voice was shaky, and your hands raised into hair, tugging harshly at the strands. You will get over this. “How can I help you, Eijiro?” You sniffed and sat up straighter, trying to ground yourself and focusing solely on your classmate in front of you. He faced you with creased brows and a soft look in his ruby eyes as he took the empty seat next to you. When had everybody left the classroom?

“You seem to be… burdened with something and I thought you would like to train with me to blow some steam off?” The way he honestly made you this offer without trying to decipher your mood, without trying to force some explanation from you calmed the raging within you a bit. It was a pleasant idea since it would spare you from the pitiful looks of the others that had been lingering on you the whole day, so you found yourself nodding at his suggestion, a tired smile on your face as you stood up waiting for him to walk with you to the training grounds for the hero study lesson. “The others have already left and since you were kind of absent the whole time, I figured to cheer you up a bit. If you don’t mind, that is.” His typical sharp teethed grin spread across his face, and it made you feel a little better, knowing that at least someone had the decency to respect your wishes. Of course, you appreciated how your friends cared for you, but you weren’t really in the mood to talk about Shoto’s message and explain to anyone why you felt so down.

Speaking of the devil you saw red and white heir quickly disappearing around a corner as you left the classroom, Eijiro in tow. For a second you thought your boyfr… ex-boyfriend had been listening to your short talk with the red-haired boy, but why should he? An unnerving feeling bubbled in the base of your stomach, and you hoped the offer Eijiro made was because he was being nice and not sent by Shoto. You shook your head in disbelief. Even if it was like that, you still could take the opportunity a try to blow off your wildly raging emotions through training with Eijiro. It wasn’t how you usually fixed your composure, but why not give it shot when it worked for others?

A few minutes later you found yourself in the gym gamma dressed in your hero suit and ready to start a fighting session with Eijiro. The atmosphere had changed when both of you stepped later than the others into the facility, all the prying eyes back on you again and you were glad that Eijiro found the both of you a silent corner far from the others.

“I’m ready when you are ready, Y/N.” He said and clapped his fists together activating his hardening quirk. You remembered how he used to be disappointed because he thought his quirk was too plain for a hero, but since his internship, he had made fast progress in accepting his nature and you admired his will. Eijiro became a strong guy, physically and mentally, so you decided to give it your all as you made the first attack.

It was a fierce fight, both of you gaining each other nothing and soon you felt sweat trickling down your neck, your breath heavy and your limbs aching from the adrenalin pumping continuously through you were veins. You hadn’t fought that hard in a long time and it was a liberating feeling.

“Wow, I knew you were strong, but this is amazing, Y/N!” Eijiro exclaimed energetically. He too was heaving but his excitement took the better of him and he ran at you again with sharp-edged hands. “Your not that bad either.” You complimented him and stepped to the side, avoiding his attack and bringing you into a superior position. When he slammed into nothing you took the opportunity to try out a new move, clashing the poor boy ultimately into the ground, a roaring tremor echoing through the facility.

You stayed in the final position, air leaving your lungs in ragged breathes as you locked Eijiro on the floor. You weren’t the only one who didn’t expect your move to be that earth-shaking, Eijiro was lying motionlessly on the ground, his eyes blown wide open and body limb.

“The hell was that?!” Denki was lurking behind a cement pillar eyeing you with curiosity. As he inspected the damage surrounding you the color drained from his face and he sat on the ground. “Y/N! I-I didn’t know c-could do that.” His voice was shaking with fear.

Regaining your stepped down from Eijiro kneeling on his side and took a good look over his body, searching for major injuries. Gladly there wasn’t anything too bad, he probably just passed out from the shock. “Denki, you mind lending me a hand and bringing him to Recovery Girl? I don’t think he will wake up soon.” You stated and held up Eijiros hand which immediately fell limb again when you let go. Now you felt bad because you probably were a bit too harsh with him.

“Yeah, of course,” Denki answered and came over to you, heaving the red-haired bay on his shoulder. When you reached out to help him, he jumped a bit, terror written in his eyes. “You know what? I’ll take him to Recovery Girl, she would probably give you a good talk if you faced her after this, knowing how strict she can be. And that way my partner won’t be lonely. Ok? Bye!” And with that he was gone as soon as he came, Eijiro hanging over his shoulder. You were still as you stared at the spot where Denki had been a few seconds ago when you heard footsteps approaching.

Oh please. This must be a sick joke. You thought as you recognized the sound the white boots made on the concrete floor. Hoping he would leave you didn’t dare to turn around, afraid of what might happen if you faced him directly. Would he be angry? Sad? You told yourself it wasn’t your problem anymore, but his nearing presence was tearing your fresh wounds even more open.

“That was quite the blow. You have improved so much.” Shoto’s compliment made your heart flutter and ache at the same time. Of all the other twenty students in your class it had to be him and his voice was as charming and soft as ever. How cruel, you thought as you slowly turned around, eyes cast down to evade his burning gaze. “Do mind if I join you for training?” He asked politely and to everybody else, it must seem normal, but you heard it. You heard the pain in his voice, uncertainty, and fear tainting the beautiful melody.

“I thought you wanted some space?” You scoffed and dared to look up, meeting his heterochromatic eyes. Probably the worst mistake you could have made.

The way his eyes narrowed with hurt at your snarky comment, was like a needle pinning directly into your chest. You will get over this. You reminded yourself and straightened your posture, tying yourself together to face him bravely. “Y/N would please listen…”

“Oh, now you want to talk? After weeks of ignoring me?!” You snapped at him and clenched your fists. The hurt came back, the feeling of being cast aside by the person you loved the most and with it the raging throbbing within you. You were hot and cold at the same time, Shoto’s sad expression clawed at your heart. He shouldn’t look like this. Shoto never showed his feelings so obviously. This was wrong.

He breathed out and his shoulders slumped down as he took a step towards you, his hand desperately reaching out to you. “If you would just…” He started but you laughed dryly, shaking your head and changing into your fighting stance. “I’m not in the mood for talking. Fight or leave but spare me this crap.”

You were bitter. So, so bitter and the more Shoto listened to you the more his inside screamed. He felt pain from seeing you, his lovely, calm Y/N shaking with anger, and he felt anger himself, from letting his phone being snatched from him and allowing all of this to happen.

Yesterday when he came back from training he immediately went to his room, tired from having his father around him so much and the intense training he went through. As he plopped into his futon his body had shut off and he nearly missed Denki’s head poking into his dorm room, if the latter hadn’t made himself known with a small sound.

“What is it?” Shoto had grumbled tiredly, burying his head into his pillow and shutting off the light that was intruding from the door. “Just wanted to check if you’re alright. You seem tired these days.”

He should have known something was off. He should have heard the steps creeping on the tatami mats. He should recognize the slight shaking in Denki’s voice. He should have realized how Minoru snatched his phone and disappeared as soon as he came.

Shoto blamed himself for everything that happened after this. It was his fault that two of them were able to steal his phone and send you that message. It was his fault that he only discovered the message this morning when they handed it to him with a mischievous look in their eyes.

But it was already too late when you stepped out of the list, cheeks, and eyes puffy red from your tears, and posture broke. He never felt himself reacting so fast, jumping from his chatting with Tenya and Mezo when you were stopped by Ochako and Momo, clearly worried about your disheveled appearance. But you brushed him off and left without giving him a chance to explain that this was all game Minoru and Denki played, that it was only a joke they fought you cold take and to ease you from your strict mind. But they couldn’t have been more wrong when their so-called joke broke you completely, leaving you emotionally unstable and devasted.

Shoto looked at you again and saw the small tears glistening in the corners of your eyes, how your breath hitched at his gaze, and you clenched your fists more. It pained him that you wouldn’t let him talk to you, explain that the loved you, and would never even think about hurting you in such a way. You were his everything, his pillar he could always rely on, and he would give everything he as to keep you safe and happy.

Your behavior was so unlike you, and he found himself wishing your old self back, the caring and loving and gentle soul he fell for. “Y/N.” He tried again but you only growled at him a single tear running down your red-tinged cheek. “Fight or leave, Todoroki.”

His eyes widened remarkably at the use of his family name. You seemed unfazed by everything he tried and given the circumstances, he couldn’t really blame you for doing so. But still, he couldn’t give up on this. He couldn’t lose you to a stupid sick joke and so he did the only thing he deemed possible.

You saw how Shoto shifted into a fighting stance, his look turning serious as he focused on the small movements you made. The air turned cold as his foot shifted forward, producing a wall of his speeding in your direction. You jumped back as fast as you could, evading the ice wall when a flash of fire stopped you from going further. You narrowed your eyes at Shoto who faced you with his focused stare, his gaze never leaving your frame for a single second. “Would you listen now?” He exclaimed, his hand still up to prepare for another shot of fire.

His posture was full of confidence now, his hero qualities visible with his powerful aura and the control over his quirked he displeased. Your heart skipped a beat, this was what you always imagined him to be. Strong, confident and if you weren’t his opponent at the moment, you would feel safe in his care. But were his opponent right now and so you had to act on it.

“Is that everything you got?” You teased and jumped in his direction, your forward attack catching him off guard for a split second before he readied himself to shoot another ice wall at you. “Not at all.” He growled and you circled him, trying to slowly invade his safe space.

It went like that for a while. He keeps you in the distance and you chase after him, almost reaching but never really able to fully land an attack on him. And now you were starting to feel exhausted again, the fright from earlier against Eijiro still throbbing in your bones. Then it happened. Your vision blackened and Shoto immediately took his opportunity to catch you with his icy grip, wrestling you down and freezing your wrist to the concrete at your back.

You kicked and wriggled as much as your body would let you, but nothing worked against the ice shackles and Shoto’s body pressing you to the wall. “Leave me!” You barked and kicked again, only for him to freeze your leg to the ground. Having him so close, feeling his body beneath his costume pinning you in place and the pounding in your heart getting louder and harder with each second you felt yourself go mad. The mixed feelings drove you insane as tears filled your eyes, and you continued to struggle against him without success.

Shoto just kept holding you in place, a hand safely tugged behind your head to keep you from hitting it at the concrete wall the other splayed next to your shoulder, caging you and shielding you from your surroundings.

You felt the exhaustion pulling at your body, your fight growing weaker and weaker until you slumped, your head falling behind but caught in Shoto’s hand before you could hurt yourself. The light chill helped soothe your headache and you just breathed, shutting the world out until you felt able to speak. “Didn’t you hurt me enough?” You said tiredly, gulping as another tear fell from your eye.

Shoto simply looked at you, his gaze softening as you calmed down. You looked so done with everything, so overwhelmed by your emotions that he let his free hand run down your cheek, soothing your burning hot skin with a much gentler warmth. “I didn’t and would never attempt to. That message wasn’t from me.”

You narrowed your eyes and scoffed at him. “As if.” How could believe him? And why should anybody else be able to send this? Shoto wasn’t clumsy enough to lose his phone or dense enough to voluntarily give it away.

He felt disappointed that you didn’t believe him. Why couldn’t you just listen to him? The only thing he wanted was to heal your broken heart and bring back that smile he admired so much. A lot more desperate than before he spoke with more force. “I’m telling the truth! Denki and Minoru stole my phone and send this to you. It was meant to be a joke; they didn’t expect you to blow off like that.”

You blinked at him, your eyes trailing over his features to decipher whether he lied or not. But the look he gave you, the desperation, the need. Could this be true, and all of this was just a game your classmates played with you?

“Why would they do this to me?” Your lips were quivering, and your eyes told Shoto that you were unable to cope with this knowledge. “They wanted to drag something from you. I don’t know why but trust me, I would never even think about breaking up with you, I love you too much to hurt you.”

You sniffed and closed your eyes, letting the words sink in. Shoto loved you and he wasn’t going to let you go. It was just a misunderstanding. He loved you.

You opened your eyes to confirm it and are met with a look of pure affection, his hand that had caressed your cheeks was now working on freeing you from your shackles, and the moment you were able to move you collapsed into his arms, pressing your body into his.

The feeling of his arms wrapped around you and the softness of his lips on your forehead made you shiver with pleasure. This was right, this was how it was supposed to be. You pecked his neck with small kisses, trailing up to his jaw as your heart fluttered more lightly, the void filling with that fuzzy feeling you only held for Shoto.

“I’m sorry. I should have listened.” You whispered and pecked his cheek, blaming yourself for not giving him a chance to explain. “I noticed how off Denki behaved and should have taken the hint when Minoru wasn’t bothering me the whole time.” You hiccupped and Shoto shook his head carefully, his white silky strand tickling your face. “Don’t think about it anymore. It’s over now.”

His grip tightened more, and you felt the warmth of his left rising, enveloping you in a heavenly feeling. “Love you too, Shoto.”

“I guess I can do that. But remember that it’s still school hours.” Your teacher nodded and you bowed deeply to him, thanking him for being considerate. “But don’t tell the other teachers I allowed you to do that.” “Of course, Mr. Cementoss.” You thanked him again and gave a thumbs up to Momo and Ochako who were looking for Denki and Minoru at the entrance of gym gamma. Then you left for your designated area where Shoto was already waiting for you, leaning relaxed on the wall behind him.

When he heard you approaching him a small smile tugged at his mouth and he leaned forward to kiss you, lingering a bit longer than necessary to savor the taste and softness of your lips. “Everything settled?” He asked but seeing your grin he already knew that you were successful with your request for Mr. Cementoss. “Everything settled. Now we just have to hide and wait.” Your mischievous made Shoto laugh a bit and he followed you behind a concrete pillar.

You weren’t waiting for too long when you heard Momo and Ochako coming closer, followed by the voices of Denki and Minoru. “Why don’t we train near the others? That way I can’t show them my new moves!” Denki exclaimed and made some semi-cool movements. “There is no point in showing off my skills if not all of the girls are watching,” Minoru complained and let himself plop down on the ground. This was your sign.

You looked at Shoto and he nodded at you, sneaking behind the pillars while you left your hiding place to meet the group. “How about you show them to me?” You suggested with a sly smirk on your face crossing your arms as the two boys looked dumbfounded at you.

“O-oh Y/N! What a-are are you doing h-here?” Minoru stammered and crawled backward only to be blocked by Shoto who now emerged from behind the group. “I guess we are leaving now. Have some fun!” Momo said and then left quickly with Ochako following suit, giving you a thumbs up and bright smile.

“We should probably leave too.” Denki tried to follow the girls only to be blocked by a wall of ice. “I thought you wanted to show your new moves?” Shoto teased and the last color drained from the blond and the purple-haired boys. “Or if you don’t want to, I can show you the new super move I trained with Eijiro the other day.” You clapped your hands together and gave them the sweetest smile you could offer before you and your boyfriend enjoyed your training session with your quivering classmates…

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