#Incidently if anyone was wondering why I had the smirking gif as a reaction to Alfred saying 'So you have chosen death"

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

[rosiehufflepuff]

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DRACO X FEM READER !!

House : hufflepuff

Blood line : pure blood

Summary : you and draco has been friends for two years without anyone knowing however lately the secret is out , and people are shaming you about , you (a hufflepuff) is friends with the prince of the slytherin -draco Malfoy - which make him feel bad and ashamed leading to him push you away

Warning : it is little lengthy

Warning : self shame, angry! Draco, bullying, angst, TOO MUCH FLUFF, FLUFFY!DRACO

Year : fifth

Best friend ( maybe secret crush ) trope

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For two years we have been friends, two years you have been my safe place, two years , you both would meet in astronomy tower or the forbidden forest in  the night , on the weekends , hidden from the preying eyes of the other people , not cause embarrassment or disgust in fact both of you and Draco loved that this was your thing , a secret , the time for you and him only , it felt like the world was empty and no human was other than you both together and all weight that was on your shoulders would left away , you would spend time together , talking , laughing , reading , or you writing and Draco painting silently enjoying the peace you both had till one day this imaginative world , this world that was owned by you both vanished in thin air ....

A gossiper student saw both of you, resulting of the next day the entire magic craft school, to know about the friendship and it wasn’t just knowing and being silent , no it was vicious and fast like a burning fire scattering through a woodland , that it pushed the Slytherin boy over the edge of anger and spite , resulting in him scanning every inch of the school, running around threatening the students till he found the one and only lavender brown , fueled by anger , seeing nothing but red , the boy corned her in some empty class, he shoved his wand in the Gryffindor neck , if he hated Gryffindor before , it was underestimated now as he despises them with every inch of his body  .

To Draco , Gryffindor took the only opportunity for him to be in peace , to have control over his existence . They all were fortunate bustards , they were the heroes and painted him as the villain , he just wanted to be happy like them but they weren’t allowing it , to Draco they were the only genuine villains.

Nevertheless before the boy can do anything, Snape entered the class, seeing the scene in front of him, alarmed about the mix of anger, tensity and tears that crammed the room, the professor separated both of them by a spell of his wand , as he took the pale boy wand in his hand, shaming him for his doing and lack of control over his emotions with his gaze , ignoring the girl that crawled out of the class, as she thanks merlin for giving her another chance to live and probably now having the Slytherin house head as her favorite professor after this.

Of course this incident didn’t pass quietly, no, it reached Dumbledore , causing Draco to be called and putting Snape in the circumstance of defending the boy and only letting him go with losing 20 points from Slytherin and detention for two weeks , “of course albus would do that !! Any chance to push up his golden house “ draco mind filled with this belief as he raged out of the room, with heat filling his body to the Slytherin room ,all he wanted to be in his atmosphere immediately, away from all the preying gaze that he responded with glare directly making shy away in fear .

Throwing his body on the soft silky sheet of his bed , he couldn’t help but shove his head in hands , he knew!!!! he fully knew!!!!! , that the occurrence with the annoying Gryffindor girl will fuel the whole thing!! But he let his emotions out of control!!! He was so ashamed of his lack of control that he couldn't stop shaming himself till the sun rose up for the next day

His thoughts were correct ..... Merlin..... The following day, the whole school is either talking about the incident with the annoying girl or .... the second thing....... Which hurt him the most ... people were shaming y/n cause she was close to him? Draco was used to people believing terrible of him, .....truth......he wanted that to be his reputation but not that extreme ......... people were shaming her .... about how a Hufflepuff can be close with a nightmare like him .... and if she was a real Hufflepuff.........if she is going to be the first death eater from Hufflepuff.....

” Merlin... Doesn't this academy quiet ever......” draco couldn't help but whisper under his breath as he was done with this school.

Throwing himself in a seat of the slytherin ‘s eating table in the grand hall, hoping it would be quieter but Salazer........he was wrong

“ soooooooooo........ Malfoy!!!! what is with you and the badger girl “

Theo asked with smirk, earring him a sharp scowl from the pale boy, that brought shivers of fear that ran all over his body.

” first there is NOTHING , this school made a whole bloody mountain out of nothing!!!!!, next one more word about this on the table and I will hex anyone to the oblivious!”

the seriousness in Draco ’s words was exhibited , it was powerful that it shut the whole house members down, making everyone eat in silence, in the opposite side of the room, was the Hufflepuff table, he saw you, you have been friends for too long, of course he would be able to identify you so easily. His sharp cloudy grey eyes stopped on ur smiling figure, sensing outrage take over his body....... the words that was talked behind your back were something you never deserve it!!....... , to him .... you were like a flower and everyone tried to kill you from the roots and he was ready to do anything to protect you even stepping on his own heart ....

On your table things were quite different, everyone was cackling and chatting, no one bothered you or gossiped about you, cause as Hufflepuff, the morality of judging people without knowing them was odd, yes some questioned you and Draco friendship cause, well ...he is a git and you are wonderfully nice and cheerful ’so how did that happen? ’ to the rest of the house that was remarkable event

abruptly you felt strong gaze on you, as you notice who, you smiled and waved to the boy on the slytherin table, but his response gave you knot in your stomach, he frowned and got up from the table and walked away...’did I do something wrong ’ , that was weird reaction from the boy, he never behaved like that, sure he wasn't open, carefree and loud if he was he would be in Gryffindor but he was thoughtful with you, as he tried to act more with care as he didn't want to harm your feelings so this response stung a bit.

Then potions class came, you and Draco shared the class, he sat in front of you as he worked alone while you sat with your pal Luna Lovegood from ravenclaw, you finally had the opportunity to talk to your Slytherin friend and check on how is he doing .

so as soon as Snape turned to the board, you patted the boy shoulder to get this attention ” Draco...hi....” no response ” draco, are you okay? ” no response ” i fully know.. That you must be annoyed now but-” ” can we not talk now! I'm trying to concentrate on snape here ” he wasn't yelling but the sharp tone of his voice send you back down to your spot ” I'm sorry... ” even though, you know he must be mad, you couldn't help but get hurt, noticing the reaction on your face, Luna put her hand on yours as you both lock hands as giving you a smile assuring you that it is okay and she is here

she knew you and she knew Draco, it was fascinating to hear how you both are friends but yet she understood how Draco ’arse’ attitude was just a face for his household so she was happy that he got a friend like you in his life perhaps to free him but also she wasn't pleased about how he treated you now but all she can do was just to hold your hand to soothe your feelings .

But it wasn't only Luna who wasn't pleased no Draco himself, he heard the pain in your words and he was conscious of the Ice dripping in his tone, he hated how he couldn't control how feels, he trained all his life for that but he is failing that now ”wonderful malfoy , just incredible “

The potions class was done and you couldn’t be happier , you were out of this room finally Draco out of your sight ! ...you wanted to yell at him and be mad at him for hours, you wanted also to cry but no way in Merlin ’s bread you would cry for a boy , you always were tough emotionally and no way a icy tone will break you in tears “ we are not going to be this low now , hold it “ looking at yourself in the mirror of the girls bathroom , you took deep breathes as your walked yourself out, moving to your next chosen class which is magical music

this was your comforting class but now thanks to a current slytherin , you can’t put up with the music that plays but thanks to Helga kindness from her grave you have Luna with you a familiar face to look at when you crave to scream “ you look upset “ Luna calm voice cut your doze off , you sigh as you respond “ I’m Luna ..... and I shouldn’t be ... I understand his emotions but I’m furious... that he is dismissing mine !! Aren’t we friends !” “SHHHHH” Whispering louder than you aimed at , earned you undesirable scowlled looks , leading you to apologizing to the instructor and your class mates

“ well ..... why you don’t ask him ?? “ “ I want to......but it is hard finding Draco anywhere in Hogwart alone.........he always has people around.......” “ no he is ...” “ what ...wait ! ... what ? Really ??!”” “ SHHHHHHH” dismissing the glare from the male instructor , you and Luna continued the conversation “ Draco is a perfect , he can go out after the allowed hours as they quote to check on students “ “ yes I know this ..... “ “ but the point that is concealed that the Slytherin , use this privilege to spend time introverted in library .... I always saw him.......but...........I’m not his favorite person nonetheless yes ... that can be beneficial for you “

knowing what Luna meant, you nod slowly giving the girl big smile for her help “ Luna the words thank you , doesn’t explain how much I’m thankful for you “ both of you turned to the professor cause till now you both weren’t focusing with noticing how the teacher and class started to fed up on your missing notes, that was the best thing to do.

After finally the pain that you gave to your self and your fellow classmates with your messing notes in the music , you rushed to your dorm to change fast into more relaxed outfit that will suit the cold air that won’t only come from the late night but also from Draco himself , you changed to white shirt dress layered with V neck sage green sweater dress , skin colored stocking and beige combat boots , taking a deep breath to calm the anxiety that was slithering to your soul about meeting the slytherin after the incident, not knowing what his reaction will be as he sees you , you shoved this feelings in the very back of your soul , as you got out of the warm room, and faced by the coldness of the the schools hal, you fought the fear that tried to convince you back to your dorm , as you hurry to the library .

Reading a book in some quiet table alone in the very dark corner, that was your strategy for hiding from madam Irma prince, and somehow it worked as your presence went unnoticed by her or that is what you hoped so .

Soon the time passed soon it became the after hours , as you wait for the slytherin prince, somehow deeply inside , you wanted him to come and not come in same time ....

you didn’t know why but you felt uncomfortable about seeing him after the incident but the need to see him now and to converse with him about his attitude was a must for you.

glimpsing a white hair belonging to a faint dark body passing by, nearly like a ghost, you jumped up on your feet as you strode fast , trying to be calm as possible, you tug on the boy arm. Causing him to rotate, as he shoves his wand to your face with scowl before noticing you ”y/n!!!?! BLOODY HELL!! I almost hexed you!!! ” laying his wand away as his face softened a bit ” I'm sorry...but I need to talk to you.....” lifting up his eyebrow at you , questionably for a second before his Straight face appeared

“ we can’t talk anymore ...”

the words that you feared came scrambling hitting you like a train causing your mind to go blank for a sec before you speak again

“ what !!?? Why !!! We were fine till -“

“ yeah till! .... Till that gryffindor wrecked it ! And for that we can’t be friends anymore ... we can’t be seen together! ......Bloody Salazar, I need to report you to your perfect ! “

“ AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT !! CAUSE IM HUFFLEPUFF!! CAUSE YOU ARE SLYTHERIN !! CAUSE YOUR STATUE !! CAUSE THE PURE BLOOD SUPREMACY !! CAUSE SLYTHERIN IS THE ONLY HOUSE !! THAT IS ACCEPTED!!??”

Tears filled your sight, you didn’t care if whole hogwarts heard you , you were hurt , how did he toss you so easily after two years from being friends just cause his status , were you that cheap and meaningless to him? , were you just something for filling his unoccupied period ?.....didn’t he take you as friend or care about you? ...... Were people right about Draco and you are just naive...?

Your mind halts as your ears catch a heavy breathing sound , looking up to the boy in front of you resulting in your eyes growing enormous from the sight in front of you .....

You saw many emotions of draco , many than what most people think there are, but you never ever see him crying before , his gaze was wailing pain and hurt as his breaths was heavy in attempt to process his emotions ....

” you don't comprehend... I don't care about that... I deal with that day-to-day.... I'm the villain in the people eyes!! I was sorted in slytherin y/n... For Merlin sake!!! I'm a death eater in their eyes....no matter what !! ALL ’CAUSE THESE BLOODY BASTARD GRYFFINDORS... THAT WHAT WILL I ALWAYS BE... But you!!! You don't deserve that!! You don't deserve to be treated like that.....you are a good individual...”

” I don't mind draco!!!”

” BUT I DO!! .... You don't listen to what they say about you ......”

” who cares about what they mumble!! THEY ARE STRANGERS! ....Draco if you believe that I'm a good person......Then....You would know I would never mind about what people say and leave you for it !! I Care about my friend Draco here that I know!!!! anyone else no...hell with them to Godric’s fire!! ”

you went closer to draco, locking both of his hands in yours ” I would never quit on you, I will be here to support and...... draco you aren’t villain .... you are just a git that is all, but you are my best git and I’m here for you permanently “

you smiled looking at draco sobbing ’s eyes as you wiped his tears by one of your hands however not allowing his other hand to be out of your hand, squeezing it lightly as a way to confirm your message .

Peaceful moments passed by, with you both staying in your position, finally relaxing after some long day.

Till the slytherin decided to cut the silence

“ You fully understand that .... I wouldn’t ever report you to your perfect ..... “

“ yes I comprehend that, dear “

“ dear ? “

“Hey don’t get cheeky right now ... I just saw your fluffy side “

“ m’sorry, now shut it “

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MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE !! GO EASY ON ME !! I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT !!

[waitimcomingtoo]

fine line - p.p

chapter 2

pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: there’s a fine line between love and hate and you and Peter dance it on a regular basis

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist\

Your attitude towards Peter didn’t change in the next few weeks, and he grew tired of it very quickly. He managed to level the playing field with the incident in the lab, but that only made you dislike him more. Always short with him or yelling at him for something negligible, you and Peter grew to resent each other.

You were leaving the kitchen one day right as he was entering when you heard a deep sigh.

“Is there a problem?” You turned around slowly and folded your arms.

“Nothing. You just always leave your dirty dishes on the table. It’s rude.” Peter shrugged as he pointed to your cereal bowl.

“Unlike you, Parker, I live here. I can leave my dishes wherever I want.” You stated as you stepped up to him, looking up a little to make eye contact.

“That’s funny. I thought all those years in boarding school would’ve taught you a few manners.” Peter often took shots at your wealth and upbringing, since being the daughter of a billionaire came with perks Peter never had access too. You scoffed loudly and stepped even closer, making your chests touch

“You want to talk about manners? At least I’m not overstaying my welcome in someone else’s home.”

“I live here, Princess. You’re just gonna have to deal with that.” Peter cocked an eyebrow as he used your fathers nickname for you.

“Do not call me princess.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Put your dish in the dishwasher and I’ll think about it.” Peter sassed as he got in your face. You glared at him before storming over to your bowl and picking it up. You angrily put your bowl in the sink, all while holding eye contact.

“No.” Peter shook his head. Sink wasn’t enough, he wanted it in the dishwasher.

You smirked a little, desperately wanting a rise out of him, and took your bowl out of the sink. You held eye contact with Peter as you opened a cabinet and put your dirty bowl inside.

“No.” Peter said, louder this time. You took the bowl out and held it up next to you as you walked back over to him.

“What are you a clean freak, Parker? You have a problem with germs?” You teased him.

“Nope. Just a problem with spoiled brats who don’t know how to clean up after themselves.” Peter shot back, making your jaw drop before you clenched it.

“Brat, huh?” You laughed sharply. “You better watch the attitude, Parker. I could get you kicked off the team in a heartbeat.”

“I’m not the one with an attitude princess.” He said with a deviant smile that made your blood boil.

“Don’t call me that.” You repeated as you raised your voice at him.

“Why? I thought that’s what you were. Daddy’s little princess.” He mocked what you called your dad as he tilted his head to the side.

“Do you really want to test me, Parker? You really want to go down that road?” Your noses were almost touching now and you were gripping the counter so hard, you thought it might crack.

“Baby I’ve been begging to go down that road for a while now. I’ve just been waiting for you to let me.” Peter retorted, hovering over you like you were his prey. His words made your scowl melt away and blink a few times in surprise.

“What? What are you-“

“Hey guys. Do you know what channel Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt is on?” Bucky asked as he appeared in the doorway, holding the remote up. You and Peter immediately stepped away from each other, coughing and fumbling with your clothing to look more natural.

“Channel 6.” You told him, pressing a cold hand to your burning face.

“Thanks. Night.” Bucky nodded in appreciation before leaving the kitchen. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with each other.

“I’m gonna…” You trailed off as you pointed towards your bedroom with your thumb.

“Me too. Goodnight.” Peter said quickly, spinning a circle as he collected himself.

“Yeah. Goodnight.” You averted your eyes as he left, putting your bowl in the dishwasher before going to bed.

~

You and Peter didn’t talk about the incident and did your best to avoid each other. He came in the kitchen one night when you were making brownies, awkwardly locking eyes with you before quickly looking away. You shook your head as you mixed the batter, stepping away for a moment to preheat the oven. When you looked back, you saw Peter picking the spatula you had been using.

“What are you doing? Put that down, you heathen.” You grumbled as you wrestled the spatula from him.

“What? I wanna taste the batter.” He practically whined like a child. You turned away so he wouldn’t see the smile that tugged at your lips, but he caught it anyway.

“You can taste it when it’s done. I don’t want your grubby little fingers in my batter.” You hissed as you moved the bowl of batter away from him.

“These fingers?” Peter asked innocently as he dipped his finger in your batter. Your jaw locked as you glared at him, all while he had a deviant smile on his face. You yanked the bowl away and set it on another counter before returning to Peter.

“You’re disgusting.” You scolded him as you poked his chest. “You climb the side of filthy buildings all day and you think it’s okay to stick your hands in my batter?”

“You took the spatula away. What was I supposed to do, Princess?” He tilted his head. “You left me with no other choice.”

“I told you not to call me that.” You growled.

“I don’t care. You’re not the boss of me.” Peter quipped, raising his batter covered finger to his mouth to lick it off. Before he could, you grabbed his hand and sucked the batter off his finger, aggressively letting it go when you were done.

“I said no.” You stated, wiping the access from the corner of your mouth with your finger, all while holding eye contact. You turned around hastily and poured the batter in a pan, leaving Peter a blushing mess. He gaped at you, eyes darting back and forth from you to his finger. A smirk rested on your lips as you put your brownies in the oven, not even needing to look at Peter to know the effect you had on him. You turned around slowly and walked back to him, giving him a sultry smile.

“They’ll be done in half an hour, boss.” You whispered the last word, patting his shoulder before leaving the room. Peter gulped, feeling paralyzed in place as the timer quietly clicked in the distance. He took one last look at his finger before rinsing his hands and going to his room to calm down.

You walked into the common area the next night, the jingling of your bracelets alerted Peter to your presence. He glanced up from his laptop when he heard the noise, doing a double take when he saw the right black dress you had on.

“Why are you all dressed up?” He asked, getting a little flustered as your perfume wafted his way.

“It’s called having a social life. You’d have one too if you weren’t always following my dad around like a puppy.” You effortlessly jabbed at him as you put on your earrings.

“Ha ha.” Peter laughed sarcastically. “Really though, what’s with the dress?”

Before you could insult him again, Tony came in the room and beamed when he saw you.

“Hi, Princess. What time is he picking you up?” He asked, making Peters stomach churn at the mention of a “he”.

“He’ll be here any minute. Can I stay out until 1?” You put on your best puppy dog eyes for your dad.

“You can, but I’ll send Mark 45 to kill your boyfriend.” Tony responded sweetly as he cupped your chin. You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, all while Peter died inside.

“Boyfriend?” Peter sputtered. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, daddy. Not yet anyway.” You smiled sheepishly as you smoothed your hair.

“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?” Peter forced a laugh as he desperately searched for an answer.

“Not that it’s any of your business, I have a date with Harry Osborn tonight.” You said, sneaking a glance at him to see his reaction.

“Harry Osborn? As in Norman Osborn’s son?” Peter practically yelled. He couldn’t compete with a billionaires son, especially when you already hated him.

“Yeah, try not to look so shocked.” You rolled your eyes and but back a smile. “This will be our sixth date and I think this is the one. He’s gonna ask me to be his girlfriend tonight.”

“And if he doesn’t, Mark 45.” Tony booped your nose.

“Shut up.” You laughed and pushed him away.

“Have fun, Princess. I’ll see you at midnight.” He said sternly before kissing the side of your head.

“Bye Daddy.” You waved to him before he left the room. Peter watched you with a very evident pout on his face as you waiting at the table. It didn’t take long for you to notice his scowl, chuckling a little when you did.

“What’s wrong with you? Did finchel break up again?” You teased him as you glanced up from your phone.

“How long have you been seeing Harry Osborn?” He asked, a little bitterly, to your surprise.

“A few weeks. Why? Do you like him?” You wiggled your eyebrows time get a rise out of him, but his pout remained.

“No, I don’t like him. Why haven’t - - why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sounding a little hurt. You looked at him curiously, not understanding why he was reacting the way he was.

“Why would I tell you?” You laughed meanly. “We’re not friends.”

“Yeah, but we’re like, I don’t know, family.” Peter said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you. You stopped scrolling and looked at him with hardened eyes.

“We are not family.” You stated blankly.

“Yeah we are.” He shrugged. “Mr. Stark-“

“-Is my dad.” You cut him off. “He’s my family. Not yours.”

Peter slammed him laptop shut, looking red in the face as his lips tightened into a fine line. You looked at him curiously before looking at the ceiling and going back to your phone.

“Ah, now I see. Now I see why you can’t stand to be around me.” He laughed bitterly. “You know, I spent a lot of my time wondering why you hate me so much, and now I get it.”

“Get what? What are you talking about?” You snapped at him as you set your phone down.

“You’re jealous.” He released the word like a wild dog with a thirst for your blood, sending shivers down your spine. You clenches you’re jaw and stood up abruptly, making Peter jump a little.

“Jealous of what? Of you?” You laughed as if it were ridiculous, but Peter didn’t know how true it was.

“You’re jealous because Mr. Stark prefers me.” Peter stated, standing up as well. You were both leaning across the table now, angry breaths fanning each other’s faces.

“What? No he doesn’t.” Your voice faltered this time as Peter pinpointed the thing you were sensitive about.

“Think about it, Princess.” Peter said through a cocky smile. “He takes me on all the Avengers missions, he asks me to help him in the lab, and he made me a ridiculously intuitive suit to fight crime by his side. Does he do any of that with you?”

“He used to before you came along and ruined everything.” You spat. “You took my seat in the jet, my job in the lab, everything. Get your own family. And don’t call me princess.”

“Face it. You and I both know that if he had to choose, Mr. Stark would pick me. I’m the prodigal son.” Peter shrugged smugly as hot tears of anger threatened to spill over your cheeks.

“Thats not true. Take it back.” You stammered, not wanting to cry in front of your enemy.

“Why would I take it back when it’s the truth?” Peter asked with faux innocence. “You know what he told me yesterday? He’s always wanted a son. And guess what? Now he has one.”

You stepped back a little as Peters words cut you like a knife. He was unintentionally confirming all your worst fears and every word was a blow.

“You’re not his kid. I am. He wanted - - he wants me.” You said, voice slowly getting quieter.

“Are you sure about that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. That was the final straw for you as you realized you weren’t sure about that. You did think Tony preferred Peter, and clearly Peter felt it too. Hot tears fell down your face so you quickly turned away, wiping them on the back of your hand. Peter came out of his angry rage long enough to notice the effect his words had on you. His face immediately softened as he walked around the table to get to you. He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder and you pulled away.

“I- I have to go.” You said quickly as you wiped your face and gathered your things. Peter felt guilt sink in as he reached out again to comfort you.

“Wait, Y/n. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. “I didn’t mean-“

“I don’t care, Parker. I have to go.” You barked as you slid the strap of your bag over your shoulder. Peter felt desperate to make it right, never meaning it to get as far as it did.

“You’re crying. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He said as he held out a hand to you. He sounded so guilty, you almost took his hand and let him comfort you. You stared at it for a long time as Peter gave you a gentle smile, assuring you he wasn’t gonna hurt you anymore. You reached out to put your hand in his, but quickly changed your mind and pushed it away.

“Just shut up.” You said miserably as a stray tear went down your face. Peter retracted his hand, holding it against his chest like it might hurt you. His eyebrows knit together in sympathy as you wiped the tear, slowly shifting your eyes from his before leaving the tower. Peter stared at the door you went out of long after you left, feeling worse by the minute.

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Sex on His Ducati Leon Kennedy x Reader (NSFW)

Vendetta!Leon

Warning: SMUUUUT ON HIS PRECIOUS DUCATIIIIII!!!!

“Y/N!” You heard your friend/partner call out as you walked out the glass doors of the agency. You turned your head to see a jogging and panting Leon coming towards you.

“Yes?” you replied with a small smile plastered on your face.

“I was wondering if you wanna go get a couple drinks?”

“Yeah sure. I don’t see a problem with that”

It wasn’t the first time Leon has asked you to go get some drinks or just hang out in general but boy did it never cease to make your heart flutter. You see you’ve had feelings for Leon for a VERY LONG time. And when I say very I mean like 20 years long. You both were survivors of the Raccoon City incident. He was a rookie cop and you were just a regular citizen who was supposed to have a competition that night. You both met at the police station. You just sitting on a couch and him entering the wooden doors. You got close and ever since then, you were rarely seen separate from each other. During that time in Raccoon though, you caught feelings. You were scared to confess because one, you just met and two, he had feelings for Ada, or so you thought, and during those years you learned how to keep them yourself. You never told anyone except Claire, who was your best friend ever since you were little, and Chris.

Now for Leon, he’s had feelings for you as long as you have but couldn’t bring himself to confess because of the same reason as yours. During the incident in Russia, you both ran into a childhood friend of your whom you had feelings for since you were 6 and until you became 15 years old. He thought you still had feelings for him because of how your old crush kissed you before sacrificing himself to those monsters.

Now you both were on his bike heading towards the nearest bar. You would use your own bike but it was on repairs because of the previous mission you had. Sitting at the back with your arms around his torso while Leon would take a quick glance at you through the side mirrors to admire how pretty you looked back there: hair dancing through the wind, eyes slightly squinting as the cold breeze hit your face. Leon had to control himself as he felt how tight yet gentle you were hugging his waist. You didn’t notice Leon’s admiration though as you were too busy tending your own random thoughts. Too random to even explain them honestly. You were too busy to even notice that you’ve already arrive. You’ve only snapped out of your thoughts when Leon spoke.

“We’re here”, you unwrapped your arms from his waist and swung your left leg your right to get off the bike after him. You followed behind Leon as he walked faster than you. He opened the door wide enough and held it until you entered.

“Ladies first”, not gonna lie that was arousing. He wasn’t much of a smile-guy but he replaced it with a smirk. The last time you saw him smile was after you defeated Arias and Chris threw back what Leon said back at that hotel in Colorado. Either way, it would make you either aroused or weak as fuck.

“Why thank you”, you replied with a similar smirk on your face. You entered the loud bar with Leon trailing behind you.

“Two whiskeys, please”, Leon called out to a bartender as soon as you both plopped down the bar stools.

“Are we going to go light or...”

“I plan to break myself with only whiskey. You?”, Leon hastily replied.

“Then I shall do the same”

The both of you either took large swigs or took the drinks lightly in some occasion while the two of you talked about stuff to keep yourself occupied while ‘breaking yourselves’. Slowly, your words became slurred that only the two of you understood your own words as the world around you swayed in an uncomfortable manner but that didn’t stop you from drinking more. You both even played the drinking game. The two of you were saying words carelessly until you weren’t. Next thing you knew, you both were making out in a corner like some horny teenagers. You pinned to the wall, fingers caressing his hair and tugging it while his hands roamed around your body, stroking parts of your body he never once touched and never would’ve touched if he was sober. The two of you were in a bliss that you both didn’t care about the world around you. After quite sometime and you were out of breath, Leon pulled away from your now swollen and bruising lips. He didn’t stop though. He continued down to your jaw, leaving trails of kisses to your neck and collarbone. He continued to attack the exposed skin above your clothes leaving you in a gasping and whining mess.

“Let’s continue this somewhere else, shall we?” Leon purred against your ears with lust-filled voice and pulled away. He pulled your forearm and rushed the both of you to his bike and started it, hurrying you both to a more private place. This is one of the things you’ve grown to love about him. Though he would crash certain vehicles during an apocalypse, he would be the complete opposite when he’s drunk. He would drive like he was never drunk at all like have you seen how he rode his bike while he led the dogs away? I think he was kinda sober then but the difference between a sober and drunk Leon wasn’t visible at all.

Once he found a ‘private place’ which was a dark alleyway, he turned the engine off and hopped off his bike. you were swinging you left leg to your right to do the same but Leon roughly pushed his lips against yours and kissed you with so much dominance and roughness that you were sure your lips were going to be more bruised than it already was. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders so it was only hanging on your wrists. His hands worked their way up under your shirt until it reached the clasps of your bra and unhooked them, sliding the straps down your arms and pulled them off from the front until your breasts were only covered by the soft cotton of your top. Leon then lifted your top up to bare your breasts and left it on your upper chest. Leon pulled his lips away from yours and placed them gently on your right bosom, sucking it while the other was taken care of by his right hand, kneading it gently but roughly at the same time. This left you whining and panting softly, holding on to his shoulder to prevent yourself from falling off. Leon then switched sides, holding on to you to support your upper body. When he was satisfied with what he did, he dragged his lips down your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses while maintaining eye contact with you. 

“Shit”, you breathed out as Leon unbuttoned your pants and slid the zipper down with his teeth at a very slow pace, teasing you. This only caused more heat to slip out of your sex and soak your underwear. Leon continued to tease you by sliding your jeans down your legs with the similar amount of speed as your zipper. After he’s fully taken off your pants, he placed them on the seat beside you were he sat just a few minutes ago and pulled off your panties with his teeth again without taking his eyes off from yours, smirking at your reaction. 

“Awww...would you look at that. You’re ready”, he commented as he stared at your glistening sex with the usual smirk.

“Just shut up and do something”

“Yes, ma’am”, he knelt down, not caring about the dirt that would stick on his pants since they were going to go home after this anyway and used his middle finger to stroke your heat from where your hole was up until it reached your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, causing a small moan to leave your parted lips. He continued rubbing your clit, slowly gaining speed until you were close to come. Leon took notice of this as your hips began bucking against his finger and your gasps became louder so he removed his digit and waited a few seconds before licking your pussy causing you to yelp in surprise. Once he reached your clit and circled his tongue around it, you tugged on his hair and attempted to get away from him, only for Leon to grip your thigh and forced you to stay. Your moans became more loud as he caressed that little pearl with the tip of his tongue.

“Damn, you taste good”, he muttered under his breath as he pulled away before you could even release your satisfied fluids, causing you whine in annoyance. He only chuckled at this and stood up, unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down to his ankle together with his boxer shorts, revealing his large and excited erection. It would’ve made you nervous if you were fully sober but your drunk ass couldn’t wait and you were close to drooling all over.

“Ready, princess?” Leon lined up his cock to your entrance.

“Just fuck me already”, that was enough for Leon to slam into you as you screamed his name at such intense pleasure and pain. Leon pulled back again, leaving his tip to be inside you and slammed inside again and continued on in a savage pace which caused your eyes to roll at the back of your head and gripped his arms tighter while you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Fuck! You’re so tight” Leon grunted. He never once slowed his pace which, if you were in the right mind, would’ve made you worry that the bike would topple down but you weren’t so you really didn’t care. And besides, this is THE Leon Scott Kennedy you’re fucking with. The pain after you fall down would be worth it though embarrassing but still worth it. He continued jackhammering you until you felt your body become tight as your high comes close.

“Leon! Fuck! I-I’m clo-shit!”

“Me too, baby. Just hold on a little longer”, as if it was possible, he thrusted faster into your sex which caused whimpers, cries and moans to erupt from your mouth because of too much pleasure. After a few thrusts, the both of you came simultaneously. Leon placed his face on the crook of your neck as the both of you panted heavily. You thought he was done but boy were you wrong. He pulled your wrist to have you stand on both feet, turned you over and bent you down so he could fuck you from behind. A stinging pain was then felt on your right cheek and then to your left one as he smacked them. It felt good. It was painful but good.

“You like that, huh?” Leon rubbed your butt and smacked them again and then rubbing them again.

“Y-yes” you managed to stutter out. Leon then slammed his dick inside of you and repeated what he had done earlier. He leaned down to your level and bit your shoulder causing you to moan out loudly. His hand reached down to your engorged pearl and rubbed it harshly, leaving you to hiss, gasp and moan at the pleasurable sensation. Once again, you were close to your high. You reached one hand behind you and tugged at Leon’s hair, getting tighter and tighter the closer your release was coming and not long after, the both of you came again. 

“Shit. That was good”, you chuckled.

“Yeah”, Leon agreed. Whatever happened sobered the both of you up a bit though none of you both regretted what happened. Leon stood up properly and pulled up his underwear and his pants while you did the same while still in a panting mess.

“So, Agent Y/L/N, mind if you go on a date with me?”

“I don’t mind, Agent Kennedy”

[princess-of-riviaa]

A witcher, a princess, and a bard Part 2

Pairing: Jaskier x OFC (Princess Adeline)

Summary: After Geralt pushes Adeline away, she grows closer to Jaskier.

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1,563

The next morning Adeline goes into the forest to search for fruits or berries for breakfast. She’s careful not to venture too far; after the incident with the bear a couple weeks ago, she’s cautious when she’s on her own. There’s a stream that she follows as she walks further from town, making sure that she can always hear the water gurgling so as not to get lost. She follows the stream for no more than five minutes when she spots someone in the distance. It’s a dark-haired man, tall and lean, though he has his fair share of muscle. Adeline spots what must be his clothes hanging on a tree branch near the edge of the water and realizes that he must be bathing. She takes in the man’s trousers and rumpled shirt--

A shirt that she very much recognizes.

She looks back at the man in the water and realizes--

Oh gods, that’s Jaskier!

A nasty thought comes to her and she smirks like the devil as she grabs his shirt and pants and undergarments. She has just enough time to duck behind a bush before he turns and begins to walk out of the water. Her eyes are glued to his body. She’s never seen a naked man before. His arms, though they look thin in his clothes, reveal deep muscles and prominent veins. His light skin shines in the sunlight. There’s a swirl of hair on his chest and around his stomach that leads down to--

Adeline’s eyes pop out of her head.

She’s never seen a naked man, and she definitely hasn’t seen a man’s, well, manhood. And right now Jaskier’s is out in the open. She can’t keep herself from staring, inspecting every inch of it like a curious scientist.

Jaskier steps out of the water and moves to the tree where he’d hung his clothes. He turns his back to Adeline and she giggles at the sight of his butt cheeks. They’re almost... cute. Jaskier freezes when he realizes that his clothes are gone, then turns when he hears the sound of Adeline’s laughter.

“Adeline!” he yells before charging over to the bush she hides behind.

She’s on the ground, rolling around in uncontrollable fits of giggles. Half at the sight of him naked, half at his reaction. He yanks a piece of clothing from her grasp and uses it to cover his manhood. His entire body is bright red with a blush and it makes her laugh even harder.

“This isn’t funny, Adeline!” he exclaims.

“Yes it is!” she argues between fits of laughter.

He glares at her a moment longer before he, too, finally laughs and soon they’re both clutching their stomachs from laughing so hard.

“Why did you bathe out here?” Adeline asks once she’s on her feet again. “There’s a perfectly fine bathing chamber at the inn.”

“I like the streams out here better.” Jaskier shrugs. “The water feels different under the sun.”

“It feels different because of all the fish pee,” she laughs.

He scowls at her and then grabs her waist and shoves her towards the water.

“Jaskier!” she shrieks in protest, but he’s stronger than her. She can’t fight against him as he pushes her into the water fully-clothed. When she resurfaces, he’s cackling. “Oh, you little--” She reaches up and yanks his wrist, making him lose his balance and fall back in with her.

He picks her up and spins her before tossing her back in the water. She shrieks and laughs until her stomach hurts. They spend several minutes like that, play fighting in the water. Eventually her dress is so heavy with the weight of the water that she decides to take it off. She unties the top of it and struggles to undress herself while keeping herself afloat.

“What are you doing?” Jaskier questions.

“This stupid dress is--” She stops as her arm gets stuck and she focuses on pulling it out of the sleeve-- “weighing me down.”

Once it’s off and she’s left as nude as Jaskier, she swims to the edge of the stream and tosses her dress next to Jaskier’s clothes.

“Where’s Geralt?” Jaskier wonders suddenly.

Geralt. Being around Jaskier had managed to distract Adeline from the memory of what she’d done with Geralt last night. Of getting off on his thigh and him refusing to touch her, like he couldn’t even stomach the thought.

“I don’t know,” she says quickly. “I don’t care.”

Jaskier can see straight through her lie but he doesn’t press the subject. He can tell she doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Well we should probably go back to town,” he suggests. “It’s almost noon. We’ll need to head out soon.”

Adeline nods and they both swim towards the edge of the water. Jaskier climbs out first and helps her up, but he doesn’t let go of her once she’s out of the water. His eyes flicker down to her breasts. As soon as he realizes what he’s doing, he looks away and clears his throat. A blush creeps up his neck.

Great. One more man who doesn’t even want to look at her. “Am I really that revolting?” she wonders.

His blue eyes flick to hers. Standing this close to him, she realizes that the blue of his irises are stunningly beautiful. How has she never noticed before? “Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “Adde, you’re one of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

Her eyes widen at his words, but insecurity still whispers in her mind. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”

He shakes his head and a few water droplets fall from his hair onto his cheeks. “I’m not just saying that. Have you ever glanced in a looking glass, Adde? You’re perfect.”

His words make her speechless. Suddenly it’s harder to breathe and every inch of her is aware of Jaskier’s hands on her waist, of the light pressure his fingers give to her skin.

“Jaskier...” she breathes. Kiss me, she wants to say, but she can’t get the words out.

He brings his face to hers until their foreheads are pressed together. He’s waiting for her to make the first move, she realizes. Anticipating if she’ll run, or if she’ll move in closer.

She decides on the latter. Though she’s never seen a naked man before, and has never lain with a man either, she knows how to kiss. She’s good at it, too, and she isn’t surprised when Jaskier sighs blissfully into her mouth, though the sound does make her toes curl. His hands are on her back, pulling her against him, and she can feel every inch of his skin on hers. The hairs on his torso tickle her skin, but it isn’t a bad feeling. If she keeps her eyes shut, she can almost pretend it’s Geralt she’s kissing. The thought of him kissing her back like this makes her wet. She squeezes her legs together, suddenly aware that she’s completely naked.

He steps back.

When Adeline opens her eyes again, she comes back to her senses. It hadn’t been Geralt that she’d kissed, but Jaskier. And yes she cared about the bard, but... he wasn’t Geralt.

“I can’t do this, Adeline,” Jaskier said, a look of regret on his face.

“If you need permission, this is me giving it to you.” It’s so much easier to pretend he’s Geralt when her eyes are closed.

He smiles at her as he struggles to find words. “You’re beautiful, you truly are, but I care about you. I think of you as a good friend, a close companion, and that’s why I can’t do this to you.”

Why does this keep happening to her?!

“I can’t do this,” Jaskier continues, “because it’s not me you want. You were pretending I was him, weren’t you? Pretending I was Geralt.”

Her face burns. She suddenly feels too exposed and not just because she’s standing naked in front of him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him when his back is turned. I’ve had enough women look at me like that to know what that look means. And I’ve seen him look at you the same way.”

Oh, gods.

“It’s okay,” Jaskier assures her. “I was pretending you were someone else, too. But that’s why we can’t do this. We don’t want to be together. Pretending otherwise isn’t fair to either one of us, or the people we actually do want to be with.”

“You said he looks at me the same way?” she repeats, suddenly finding her voice. “Geralt looks at me... the way I look at him?” It has to be impossible.

“Are you kidding? He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He adores you, Adde.”

She scoffs. “Well he has a strange way of showing it.”

Jaskier shrugs. “Geralt has a bad habit of trying to push away anyone who could care for him, or anyone he could care about. It takes a while to break down those barriers, but once you do... All I’m trying to say is he’s worth waiting for.”

Adeline nods, trying to believe it.

“Come on, let’s get dressed and go back to town before Geralt burns the whole place down looking for us.”