#also just wrote 3k of smut so there's that for you guys to look forward to

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Fifteen - The End

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, wedding, Stockholm syndrome, murder, smut, messy bathroom sex, fingering, blowjob, teasing, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, body worship and kissing, this is not for minors

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️

This is the last chapter of Dark Moon, a story that I wrote in a period that was not easy for me, in fact the dark tones come from the negative emotions that pushed me to write this story to test myself with this genre, so I really hope you enjoyed Dark Moon, I would be happy to receive comments about it ❤️

As for possible extras, who knows, maybe they will come just like what happened with Happy Ending 😉

Also, it was really nice to be able to talk with you! Thanks for all the love and support, see you with the next story I am already writing 🤧

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Chapter List - Previous - The End

"Where is Y/N?" asked Taehyung, receiving a glare from Jimin.

"Stop it, Taehyung, she's afraid of him, and I'm certainly not going to force her to attend because you think it will help with her trauma," hissed Jimin, looking around.

He had let Y/N fall asleep in his arms before silently leaving the apartment to finish her uncle's execution.

Taehyung wished she was there, he argued that seeing her own nightmare die would help her heal faster, Jimin on the other hand was convinced of the exact opposite, she had run away from the bastard, dead or alive she never wanted to see him again, that was the gist.

"It was just an idea..." put the other's hands forward.

"Jimin, everything is ready" Hoseok warned him electrified, it had been a long time since they had proceeded with a real execution and this was the time to enjoy another one.

The boy nodded as he continued down the dark corridors of their base with the others, the room they were holding the man in was a cell like any other, it was only the way they were torturing him that differentiated the prisoner from the others.

Mikkel was bound hand and foot by a thick rope, which went to twist around his neck with a noose still wide enough not to suffocate him completely.

He stared at everyone with spirited eyes, and Jimin noted how disgusting and repulsive the man looked more like an ugly gray rat.

"You have the wrong man, I'm just a loan shark, the Kims would never say anything important to me," he licked his lips nervously, he had a horrible accent.

Jimin walked around him, his shiny black shoes made a sinister ticking sound.

Heel, toe.

Heel, toe.

He stopped in front of him again, bending at the knees.

"The Kims are our allies, we don't need to know shit about them," he said squaring him with disgust, "And we certainly wouldn't use shit like you for our own purposes."

Mikkel looked around agitatedly, Jungkook rocked back on his own feet, smiling cheekily at the man.

"Then why am I here?"

Jimin's eyes thinned, "Let's clean up, Mik," he said making the man fidget, "Does the name Y/N mean anything to you?"

Surprise and panic soon won out and he began to struggle, unaware of the damage he was doing to himself, the more he moved the tighter the noose around his neck tightened.

"You thought you were getting off scot-free by abusing a little girl who was part of your own family, threatening her parents and then making the poor mother look like a fool," Jimin began, approaching until he could read every distorted thought in the man's increasingly swollen eyes, "You took advantage of their miserable financial status and threatened to throw them out on the street if they talked, even naming certain acquaintances, who didn't like the publicity you gave, so... one way or another you're dead anyway," he growled, grabbing the knot and pulling to speed up the choking.

Mikkel coughed airlessly, tried to wriggle and escape Jimin's death grip, but to no avail, the more he moved, the more he urged Jimin not to let go.

"That's nothing compared to what you put Y/N through, you son of a bitch," he shouted, throwing a punch at the man now with no more air in his lungs, blood began to come out of his nose as his body was invaded by jerks and survival impulses, he cried out mute for mercy, but the boy's eyes remained stone.

Jimin backed away retrieving his gun, but when he pointed it at the monster he had second thoughts, with one bullet he would have died too quickly, so he just watched along with the others as he suffocated in the ropes and his own blood, in the last moments when Mikkel looked desperately at Jimin once again, the latter smiled.

"Y/N, my wife, sends her regards and wishes you to burn in hell," he greeted him amusedly, emphasizing how Y/N was now simply his.

When they saw the eyes turn glassy, with no more life behind them, Hoseok huffed.

"That was too fast," Jungkook commented, pulling out his own gun and unloading it on the body to make sure he was really dead.

"He's dead, that's all that matters," said Seokjin who had been merely observing in silence, "Get rid of the corpse cleanly, I don't want any surprises," he ordered, but everyone's attention was on Jimin.

"Wife?" asked Taehyung with a smile.

"He actually said wife, this jerk decided to settle his head," laughed Namjoon, interrupted by Yoongi who also laughed.

"No, that little head will always be crazy."

"So you're getting married with a celebration?" asked Jungkook, joining the confused chorus of questions and jokes.

"My guess is he's already signed papers, he seemed overconfident," reasoned Hoseok, both Jin and Jimin were getting nervous.

"Listen, you-!"

"When and how they get married is Jimin's and Y/N's business, as for us, we must realize that there is a new family member to protect," he clapped his hands vigorously, "Now, get rid of the body," he repeated.

Jimin nodded in Jin's direction in thanks, then turned to Jungkook, "Make sure that not even the bones can lie on this earth, you understand what I mean, right?"

Of course it was clear, the seriousness and awareness of having to do one's duty well had returned to the room.

The ceremony had been small and for a few friends, Jimin did not like to show off, and Y/N could not bear to see unfamiliar and dangerous faces staring back at her.

The wedding dress, on the contrary, was wonderful.

It wrapped the girl's figure gracefully, her shoulders were uncovered thanks to the bodice's boat neckline, which was white with light blue highlights and had many small flowers woven along the neckline and hips, it then continued with a long skirt made of silk and fluffy tulle, with her hair made slightly wavy and scattered loosely on her back and the thin, shiny tiara placed on her head, everyone had agreed that she was an adorable and pure fairy.

Jimin, for his part, in his sleek, total-black smoking with crystals sprinkled across his chest and shoulders, had never taken his eyes off her, like a hawk aiming at its seductive prey. There was a change in him too, his hair had been dyed blond, for Y/N had been like seeing a fallen angel waiting for her at the altar, she had smiled shyly at him arm in arm with Seokjin.

It had been frightening to meet him again initially, but in time she had realized that if taken gently, Jin was by no means evil and had always been very calm and gentle with her.

Now she was there, joining her hand with Jimin's, and emotion invaded her.

She paid no attention to the priest's words, the ritual they were performing was being handed down in the Bangtan band, it was the man who had to do everything, the bride simply had to say,

"Yes, I do."

It had been so easy to say it, no hesitation, no flash of fear, she looked at Jimin through the foolish eyes of love, he lowered himself onto her who discovered she was swept up in a fiery and electrifying cloud, when their lips touched Jimin held back no longer, he held her by the waist and pulled her into a deep and dead-end kiss, he was possessive and passionate and sought her out every time she tried to catch a breath.

The few guests applauded, giggling at the fierce hunger of the blond, who let her go only to gaze contentedly at those swollen, scarlet lips of kisses.

But it was not his intention to stop there.

They accepted the congratulations of the Bangtans and some of their relatives, Y/N met Taehyung's mother and father and found them a delightful couple, almost unable to believe it when the father said with some pride that he too had been a Bangtan before his son.

In contrast, there was no sign of Jimin's parents, probably not even knowing that their son was alive.... From what Jimin had confessed to her one night, his mother was a street prostitute and his father was a singer who toured the world, Jimin had been born by mistake.

Y/N had immediately rebuked him, he was not a mistake, he was her complex and sweet boyfriend, although he had not been a saint at first, now he was showing her that he was a caring partner and madly in love. Perhaps even too madly.

"Anyway, my husband and I wish you well and happy life together," trilled the woman, gently pinching the cheeks of the girl, who blushed under such motherly attention; now she understood why Taehyung was the most affectionate of his friends, he had not grown up with terrible parents.

"Treat her well, Jimin... it's not easy to find someone who understands and accepts our kind of life," he tapped the young man's shoulder with a hand that was anything but playful, despite the boxy smile his son had inherited.

"Oh, I'll treat her like a queen," he smiled sweetly, but Y/N saw the shadow of something more evil, something that manifested itself exactly forty minutes later, when everyone was now occupied with the banquet.

"W-We'll have to wait," stammered the girl, trembling under the velvety kisses the young man was leaving all along the portion of skin the cleavage had left, free to be cuddled and adored by him, "If you leave me marks they will show!"

Jimin laughed on her neck, "I won't leave you any marks, I just want to have a taste," he promised, licking down to the cleft between her breasts with his erection pressing into his pants.

He cast a glance at the girl and let out an approving cry, he had taken her in his arms making her sit on the sink, her back was resting against the large mirror behind her and her legs were held open, with the skirt pulled up over her hips and the white fishnet stockings on display, all for him and she was so sexy in his eyes...

"You've already had a taste this morning!" hissed Y/N, glancing occasionally at the bathroom door.

Jimin returned to leave moist trails of kisses on her chest, suddenly lowering her bodice and noticing to his pleasure that she was totally naked, Y/N gasped praying that nothing had been torn off, cast a reproachful glance at the man, melting away soon after, however.

Jimin's condition was no better, his once perfectly coiffed hair was now messy and scattered across his forehead, his tuxedo jacket had been tossed into some corner of the bathroom, and his dark, gleaming shirt had been opened by almost every button, which made her quietly admire the invitingly toned appearance of his abdomen, cased with deep attractive and manly lines, with her hand she followed one, entranced, to his waistband where a more than obvious bulge made her throat tighten.

Jimin licked his swollen lips stained with her lipstick, "I can't go back that way."

"No, you can't," murmured Y/N as she got off the shelf and knelt in front of him, who inhaled in eagerness to touch her.

She took off his leather belt and lowered the zipper of his smartly cut pants, watching raptly as his cock pushed against his boxers, there was already a wet spot staining the fabric, and she licked gently there, already finding the taste she now knew by heart and could no longer do without, Jimin clenched his fingers around the edge of the sink until his knuckles turned white, with a small smile the girl also freed him of his men's underwear and finally took the swollen, heavy shaft into her mouth, standing still for a few moments, trying to get used to that girth once again.

"Fuck," breathed Jimin tremblingly, his balls clenched as he registered the image he was experiencing, "Oh, fuck, you're sucking me off in a wedding dress," he cursed, risking coming immediately, Y/N closed her eyes and holding her breath swallowed a few more inches until her nose brushed against the man's pubis and she felt her throat fill with his cock, she slid over the entire length again, licking insistently the sensitive frenulum area, her intimacy was on fire when she noticed the tremor in her husband's legs, giving him pleasure gave her pleasure, it was a sensation she had never experienced with anyone else. It made her feel powerful and weak at the same time.

Jimin moved his pelvis against her mouth, each discharge was a violent lash that he needed, the tone of his voice rose, and, they were both sure, if anyone passed by the bathroom door, they would hear a man enjoying thanks to a dreamy blowjob.

"Y/N, stop," he ordered in a guttural voice, but the woman sucked harder on his entire length, letting her saliva slowly slide all over his cock to make the job easier, in response Jimin grabbed her head, giving one last thrust that made her choke for a few seconds before releasing her completely, "Get up," he hissed, his taut and vibrating cock was already on the verge of releasing his cum.

The girl licked her lips with a sly smile, pleased that she had reduced Park Jimin to a quivering little thing, as if grappling with his first blowjob, but Jimin was not of the same opinion.

"You little bitch."

He made her turn, bending her over the sink and raising her glitzy skirt over her hips again, that position was the same as that night before everything went to hell, but she didn't feel the suffocating anxiety of the first few times, with time she had realized that Jimin would never hurt her again, and now she quivered every time she found herself bent over with Jimin behind her, watching her desire-laden body.

The blond man pulled her panties of the same color as her fishnet stockings, felt her intimacy with two fingers to see how wet it was and found it deliciously soaked and quivering, he hummed with satisfaction at that result and penetrated her lightly, Y/N opened her mouth sighing, her belly contracted recognizing that pleasurable stretch between her yielding flesh.

Jimin removed his fingers now soaked with her wetness and used them to gently caress her swollen, sensitive clitoris as he penetrated her all the way down, slowly sliding his cock into her who more than welcomed it, Y/N's head dangled forward as she responded to Jimin's rhythmic thrusts with hushed, choked moans, the fingers around her rosy bud amplified the sensations of the cock pinning her down in that bathroom, where everyone could have found out in a very few seconds what was going on.

"Oh God ... oh God ...!" she exclaimed unable to say anything else, Jimin went deeper with a sometimes desperate cry.

"My wife," he sighed in her ear, bending entirely over her with his hips clicking faster and rougher, "I'm fucking my wife," he gasped causing her walls to clench as they flickered in mad pleasure, with wide, glazed eyes she listened to Jimin repeat those words, she loved hearing him say them, her heart was swollen with love and pride, now no one would dare to hurt her, ever again.

The blond lifted her up against his chest, fixing his eyes straight into hers through the mirror that gave a sinful image of their bodies joining sensually, he held her tight like that as he intensified the rhythm of his thrusts, by now sinking into that slippery heat breathlessly, his hand worked under her skirt faster, Y/N moaned seeking his lips, Jimin also penetrated with his tongue into the young woman's mouth, pinching a florid nipple as a provocation.

It worked, with a shrill scream between their joined mouths Y/N came violently, clutching his cock that discharged moments later in her belly between thick boiling filaments, they continued to move in unison until the pleasure turned totally to discomfort due to overstimulation.

They sighed exhaustedly, but without moving.

"I told you not to leave marks on me, but you did worse," she laughed wordlessly, observing his devastated state, not that Jimin was any better off.

He kissed her neck gently, leaving her, who groaned annoyed at the loss.

"We have a valid excuse now."

"What excuse?"

"Well..." he helped her up her bodice by lacing it from behind, shooting her a mischievous look, "To get out of here without anyone noticing and finish in our room what we started."

Y/N widened her eyes, "We can't! They came here for us and then I'm too tired now to-" she could not finish the sentence, Jimin took her in his arms without any effort.

"It's our wedding, we can do what we like," he said with a smile that gave him a cheerful and absolutely adorable air, "And I want lots of children," he blew on her lips kissing her repeatedly, she laughed between their lips, unable to retort.

She did not know how exactly she had ended up trusting her fallen angel, but she was sure of the fact that she was now hopelessly in love with him, as he was with her.

[daswarschonkaputt]

okay bc i found this motivating when i was writing sheets, this is gonna be my on the rocks wip thread. chapter two is currently 6k, and we have five-ish scenes remaining.

[boldlyvoid]

Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

—

They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

Taglist: @shemarmooresfedora @spookyspence @spencers-dria @manuosorioh @reidsfish @mochionly (send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list, I don't always see every reply! i love you guys thank you so much for reading)

[adorethedistance]

READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

JATP masterlist

Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

***

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[alloveroliver]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol.  Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot:  By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics!  they are all oneshots though. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh. 

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol. 

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC. 

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” . 

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol. 

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :( 

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them 😍 I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself 🤗

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao. 

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it) 

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser. 

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in. 

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that. 

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best. 

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol. 

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?: 

[     Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on. 

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction. 

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.” 

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?”  ]

tagging: @somethinglacking @pseudofaux @tarralin @steph-writing @kiarigirl @otonymous @jennacat84 @xathia-89 @toloveawarlord @moonlit--river @thequeenshuntress @thirstyforbishiesimagines <3 Honestly I want to tag more people but I don’t wanna be annoying SO if you do this feel free to tag me cuz I am soooooo curious about other writers! Lets be friendsssss <3 

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner Ch 28: Crossbones

Summary: The Avengers uncover the identity of the mysterious Crossbones and mount a mission to apprehend him in Lagos.

Warnings: Bad Language words. A bit of light smut. No under 18s please!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist  

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(also for this one, I’ve played a little bit with the official MCU timeline for Ant Man’s appearance here but let me have some creative license!)

 January 2016

“Are you sure this isn’t a team call?” Katie asked Steve, watching as he picked up his SHIELD.

“No.” he said firmly, as they walked down the corridor.  “We don’t even know if he will be there.”

“But…”

“Katie, stop it.” he chuckled, pushing the door open to enter the hangar. “We’ll be fine. This is intelligence gathering, I’ve no intention of heading straight off after this guy, not until we find out what his play is.”

“His play is arms trading.” Nat interjected dryly as she appeared at the side of the jet.

“Which we are going to gather intelligence on.” Steve looked at her sternly “Nothing more.”

Katie bit her lip, she wasn’t convinced.

“We’ll be fine.” Steve continued, putting both his hands on her shoulders before he deftly changed the subject. “Don’t you have an interview to be getting ready for?”

He watched as the gentle smile spread across her face, a surge of pride flooding his system. She’d recently found out that the author of one of the books SIP had published last year had worked their way onto the Pulitzer Nominee list for fiction. The book itself held a plot centred around a War Veteran and the letters he wrote to his girl back home, and she’d roped Steve into helping the author keep it as factually correct as possible, something he had found strangely nostalgic yet enjoyable. Upon publishing it had flown off the shelves, the original 500 copies went within 3 hours causing a mad scramble for a second run and downloads had been off the scale. Other than the Thrombey book they had published, it was their biggest seller to date, shifting almost half a million copies in a month, and with a foreword from Steve Rogers, critics had raved about how poignant it was. It hadn’t won the prize, but simply being a nominee Katie had explained was an honour in itself. The Publicists at SIP had arranged for the author to be interviewed in a few newspapers and magazines along with one of them also requesting Katie, to discuss the launch of her new Foundation. This was going to work alongside the September Foundation Tony was launching, but instead of focusing on inventors and science she was focussing on authors and the arts. After a lot of deliberation and brain storming with Steve she’d called it the March Foundation. A play on words to honour both the War Based fiction that had inspired it and the man who had saved her life as March was the month of Bucky’s birth. A decision that had really touched Steve.

“Just be careful…” she sighed as she eyed Natasha heading up the ramp into the jet.

“I’m always careful.” Steve kissed her gently.

“Now that’s just an out and out lie…” she mumbled against his lips. He grinned and pulled back, pecking her mouth once more before he started up the ramp. He paused at the top and turned to face her. “We’ll be back late tonight. Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t!” she teased.

He flashed her another grin and then he hit the button and the ramp started to close. A loud siren told Katie that the hangar door was opening and that was her cue to leave. She headed back over to the steps at the side, leading up to the mezzanine and as she reached the top she saw the jet fly out of the side and over the frosty compound grounds. It was up and gone before she had reached the double doors at the top.

The base was a hive of activity already, despite it being little after 7am. Katie was heading for an hour or so in the gym before her day began properly. She stuck her Bluetooth headphones in, selected the usual work out play-list and began to run on the treadmill, slowly at first to ease herself in- she was a little bit stiff and sore from her sparring session with Natasha yesterday. Nat had really upped the ante on Katie over the last month or so, which was good as Katie was now pretty much on a par with her when it came hand to hand, something Steve had been completely astonished to see after walking in on the two women just as his wife floored Natasha with a well-placed leg swipe the red head didn’t see coming. 

40 minutes later, Katie swapped to the rower to finish off, and was approximately half way through the 3k distance when her music cut off and the screen to the right of the machine switched over from the play-list to Rhodey.

"Hey Kiddo," he smiled as she stopped rowing to look at him. "Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve had a sensor trip on the outer perimeter of the facility."

"You send someone out there?" she frowned, catching her breath as she picked up the bottle of water that was to her right.

"Yeah, Sam is currently out there looking for it, just thought, well seeing as Cap and Nat are out, you’re technically the one in charge so…”  

She let out a snort. Being 3rd in command was something she didn’t really care for, knowing full well it was Steve’s way giving her some kind of authority over simply being the Captain’s Wife, but she’d accepted the gesture simply because he’d been so excited when he had asked her she couldn’t refuse.

"Thanks Rhodey.” she said, already halfway out of the gym “I’ll be right there."

She moved quickly to the armoury, grabbed a gun and a fleece jacket before quickly making her way outside.

"What's going on up there, Sam?" Rhodey spoke in her ear as she walked into the cold air, spotting Sam circling above.

"I'm at the location of the sensor trip, but I'm not seeing anything" he said, “oh, hang on…”

“What is it?” Katie asked, watching him as he circled above her.

“Roof top…”

“Gimme a lift?” 

Sam swooped down from the clear, winter sky and she grabbed his arm as he effortlessly pulled her up, dropping them both onto the flat roof of one of the buildings.

"I can see you." Sam called out loudly as they landed.

Katie frowned, as she didn't know what Sam was talking about until out of nowhere a man in a red and silver suit, with an insect like helmet suddenly appeared. Katie cocked her gun and aimed it at him.

"Who the hell are you?" she questioned. As they watched the man started to awkwardly introduce himself to Sam, his mask lifted to reveal a shaky smile as he waved.

"Hi, I'm Scott. I know who you are, obviously, you’re Katie Stark, I mean Rogers…” Scott started trying to hold back his enthusiasm and motioning towards Sam and Katie with a chuckle, "I'm a big fan.”

"Appreciate it. But like the lady asked, who the hell are you?" Sam echoed Katie’s earlier sentiments.

"I'm Ant-Man." Scott or Ant-Man answered confidently. Sam and Katie shared an incredulous look and Katie mouthed the name back to him and he shrugged. Katie lowered her gun slightly.

"Wanna tell me what you want?" Katie questioned Ant-Man as the man tried to explain why the 2 Avengers hadn’t heard of him.

Scott pointed towards a building to their left, maintaining eye contact with Katie as he spoke "I was hoping I could grab a piece of technology. Just for a few days, then I'd return it. I need it to, uh, save the world- you know how that is."

"Yeah, we know exactly how that is," Sam said to Scott and Katie felt her mouth twitching into a grin.

“What piece of technology, and what do you mean saving the world?” she asked.

“I’d love to tell you but Hank Pym said never to trust a Stark.” The man called Scott, or Ant-Man was almost apologetic. “Even though you’re technically a Rogers now.”

Katie frowned, she’d never heard of a Hank Pym before, but that was irrelevant now. Sam gave a sigh besides her and stepped forwards.

“We’ve located the breach.” he spoke “Bringing him in…”

"I'm really sorry about this." Scott rushed out and as Sam reached out to him he vanished.

“What the…” Katie spun round and felt something hit her, hard in the back. She fell forward onto the gravelled surface of the roof before rolling onto her back, gun raised again just in time to see Sam flying backwards off the edge, tumbling through the air and grappling with something whilst flying over the lawns of the facility.

Katie could do nothing but stand and watch from her vantage point as Sam continued to wrestle with, then shoot at the man who could shrink and grow seemingly at will. And if she was completely honest, it was kind of entertaining to watch.

“This guy would actually be pretty useful.” Katie mused into the coms, trying but failing to hide the amusement in her voice “Are you recording this? For future, recruitment purposes obviously.”

"All over it." Rhodey responded, a slight chuckle punctuating his confirmation.

It was when the two men crashed into the storage unit that Ant-Man had wanted to break into in the first place that she started to get concerned.

"Err do we have cameras in there?" she questioned Rhodey.

"Uh… negative." Rhodey answered after a short pause.

“Shit.” Running to the side of the roof she scaled down the metal ladder at the side, dropping the last 8 feet or so, landing gently before she ran towards the storage building. At that point Sam came crashing backwards through the metal door and she flung her arms up to shield her face from the debris before glancing up. Sam’s flight pattern was jerky and off and he was gripping at his pack on his back.

"He's in my pack!" Sam shouted before he landed hard in the dirt and with a groan, pulled himself into a standing position, yanking off his goggles.

“You ok?” Katie asked as she got over to him.

Sam sighed. "It's really important to me that Cap never finds out about this."

The pair of them scouted around but to no avail, there was no sign of Ant-Man, or Scott. Katie instructed Rhodey to get the door fixed and lock it down again and said she would speak to Tony to find out what was in there. Sam was luckily not hurt, just a slight bruising to his pride so Katie left him at the lab with Lawson to look at making the repairs to his pack before she headed off to get changed.

*****

Steve and Natasha landed in Sadove, Crimea and were instantly greeted by the man who was leading the investigation into the raid on the local police station. The last 3 out of 6 hits the guy had made had been on small, local outfits with less resistance than the other places he had hit but that was hardly surprising. The former SHIELD base he had hit in Mexico had been heavily guarded, which made Steve think that he had perhaps suffered losses to his team which was making him rethink his strategy. As Natasha chatted to the man in his local language, Steve hung back before the man nodded to Natasha and strode towards him.

“Captain Rogers.” he said, English thick with accent “Inspector Chernov.”

Steve shook the man’s hand “Pleasure to meet you in person Inspector.”

“So you are interested in the man who raided our local station…” “He’s been on our radar for a while.” Steve said, choosing his words carefully “But we don’t have much to go on.” “Well, I’m not sure we can help but I can take you down there and you can see for yourself.” Steve nodded. “That would be great, thanks.”

It wasn’t a long drive, and once they arrived Steve and Natasha were allowed to wander round the scene undisturbed, providing they didn’t interfere with the police and teams already swamping the area. Their search showed them nothing new and they moved to watching the CCTV which the Authorities had refused to send them. They could have hacked into it, but Steve was keen to keep the tentatively growing communication lines with Crimea and Russia as amicable as possible, especially in the light of Sokovia. The Avengers were not a political party, so by remaining respectful of their requests to meet only in person he hoped it went someway to proving they were here to help and had no ulterior motives.

As such they sat in the mobile control centre, scanning the CCTV. Steve watched the footage and sighed.

“This isn’t Hydra.” Nat said.

“I know, it’s not their MO. This guy is too haphazard.” Steve pondered “Just wondering why, considering how well organised he is, he is leaving so much devastation behind.”

“Minimum effort leaving maximum casualties.” Natasha said, watching the footage “He simply doesn’t care who he takes out.” “Well he’s hardly gonna care about that if he’s dealing black market arms.” Steve sighed.

They watched the footage, and Steve held his hand up to Natasha to play it at normal speed when they reached the bit where the key perps were on screen.

“What’s he doing?” he frowned, looking at Crossbones. The man was stood in the middle of the room, looking around.

“He’s scanning for Cameras.” Nat answered as they both watched. 

There was something familiar about the way the man walked and held himself, but Steve couldn’t quite place it. As they continued the footage, Crossbones located the camera they were watching through and looked directly up at it, pulling his mask up to reveal his mouth, clearly saying something.

“Can you enhance that?” Steve asked. Natasha tapped at it.

It zoomed in on the man and Natasha spoke “looks like something about it being personal…”

She held her phone up to the footage and then pressed something, and the phone spoke to her in a robotic voice.

“Big Guy…I just want you to know, this aint personal…” Steve’s gut clenched. The last time he had heard those words were in an elevator in the Triskelion.

“Rogers?” Natasha looked at him, noticing the nerve which was twitching in his jaw “What is it? Does that mean something to you?”

“In a fashion.” he turned to face her. “It’s Rumlow.”

****** The interviews went well and once the photos etc were done Katie and Tony retreated to the living area of the Tower for a well-earned drink as they put the final touches of their tour together. They were to start visiting various Universities across the US to roll out their foundation grants. To ease them both in gently, the first University they were going to was Columbia, so not far from home. Tony and Pepper would be presenting and discussing to students within the School of Engineering and Applied Sciences and Katie in the School of the Arts for Students on the Writing Programme.

Their chatter moved from work to Tony asking how the Compound was going, and Katie remembered the events of that morning.

“You ever heard of a bloke called Hank Pym?” she asked suddenly.

Tony paused for a moment, frowning at her sudden change of subject, but something stirred in his mind. “The name rings a bell, hang on…FRIDAY, search all files reference Hank Pym.” He instructed, tapping at something on his tablet.

After a few seconds something flashed up in the corner of the screen.

“Yeah, here you go.” He pressed another button causing the image to reflect in front of them as a hologram. “He worked with Dad and SHIELD on a programme called Project GOLIATH.”

“What the hell was that?” Katie asked, taking a pull from her bottle.

“A research programme into some kind of Nano particle.” Tony said as the pair of them simultaneously ran through the information on the screen.

“Ahhhh.” Katie nodded, “makes sense…” “What does?”

Katie explained about the encounter with Scott and Tony gave a hum of agreement. 

“That could actually be kinda useful.”

“I know.” she agreed “But he vanished after he got whatever he wanted. Any thoughts on what it could be?”

“That facility holds a load of crap that was Dad’s” Tony said simply “Could be anything.”

“Well, nothing we could see was missing, but it might be worth you taking a look.” she suggested.

He shrugged “I can do, but there was nothing remotely dangerous in there. Was just a load of old signal jammers and code breakers we don’t really need anymore.”

“Well, I did try and ask what him what it was he wanted, you know, on account of him saying he was saving the world, maybe we could have helped with that, being the Avengers and all, but he simply turned round and said ‘Hank Pym told me never to trust a Stark’.”

She drained her bottle of beer as Tony did the same and he stood up, taking the empties to retrieve 2 more from the fridge.

“Clearly one of many in the long line of people dad pissed off.” Tony rolled his eyes as he popped the lids, before he sighed “I’m actually surprised no one tried to kill him before, you know…”

Katie looked at her brother and swallowed. Tony had no idea how close to the truth he was, that their parents had been assassinated by Hydra, who had made their car crash look like an accident.

“Sorry.” he slid the beer across the bar, mistaking her guilty silence for one of upset “That was out of order.”

“For all his faults I don’t think Dad wasn’t a bad man.” Katie spoke quietly “And he did love us.”

“I know.” Tony nodded, squeezing her hand.

She stayed for another drink and then headed home. She had checked in with Sam before heading back to their apartment and she was settled on the couch with a glass of wine when Steve called.

“Hey Soldier.” she said, smiling at the screen as she flicked the phone to project the image in front of her, muting the TV.

“Hey gorgeous.” He smiled back

“So, how was it?” she asked

“We got the intel.” 

“Solid?”

“Pretty solid yeah.” Natasha spoke, appearing by his side. “We think we know who he is anyway.” “Who?”

Steve sighed “Rumlow.” “What?” Katie spluttered into her wine glass. “Are you sure?”

“Oh pretty sure.” Steve said, “He left me a clear message.”

“Steve recognised him on the Video so I ran a crosscheck.” Nat said “ Turns out he was listed as severely injured and was taken to the hospital. After that, our trail runs cold.” 

“Until now.” Katie sighed.

“We’ve also got a list of his associates, some known faces he’s been seen with.” Steve shrugged “So we’re putting out an alert.”

“Doesn’t give us much to go on though.” Katie rubbed at her temples.

“When have we ever had much to go on?” Natasha asked and Katie shrugged

“Fair point.” she conceded as Natasha moved off out of sight.

“So how has your day been?” Katie looked back at Steve as he spoke.

“Not bad actually.” she said, “Interviews went well, oh, and we had a bit of an incident at base before.” “Incident?” he frowned, “What kind of incident?”

“Attempted break in, nothing major.”

“Everyone ok?”

“Yeah, honestly it was no biggie, I’ll fill you in on when you get home. For the rest of the day once the interviews were done Tony and I drank beer.”

“Sounds pretty productive.” he raised an eyebrow

“Beer is always productive.” Katie informed him and he chuckled.

“We’ll be airborne in 30 minutes and then we should be home in about 4 to 5 hours.” He said, as Katie looked at her watch. It was almost 8:30 pm. 

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you.”

“And you.” she cut the call with a yawn. She was tired. Really tired, so she headed off for a bath. After soaking and listening to music for 40 minutes she dried off and shoved on one of Steve’s T-shirts before climbing into bed and lay there for a moment, flicking through the TV channels. She settled on an episode of Family Guy and snuggled down into the large bed, wrapping herself in the soft covers. It always felt odd sleeping without Steve being there. Sometimes she quite enjoyed being able to starfish in the middle of the Emperor sized bed but tonight she wasn’t enjoying being alone.

****

Steve was whacked when they arrived home. Bidding good night to Natasha he headed back and let himself into their quarters. Crossing the hallway he made his way into the bedroom and paused, a gentle smile spreading on his face. Illuminated in the light from the hallway he could see Katie was curled up in the middle of the bed, using his pillow as a hugging buddy. He quietly crossed the room and perched on the bed, stripping off his boots and uniform top. He paused slightly as Katie stirred and he turned to look at her, gently brushing her hair of her face. He glanced down at the freckles he knew by memory, long thick lashes, soft pink lips…she looked so peaceful asleep.

She stirred again, and the her nose wrinkled in that adorable way it did when she was waking up and she cracked an eye open before her face split into a smile at the sight of her husband.

“Hey.”

“Hey baby doll.” he smiled, his hand cupping her cheek  “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you”

“It’s ok.” she yawned, leaning into his touch.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked, and through the tiny sliver of light coming from the hallway Katie could see his eyes were full of their usual warmth.

"I don't think you did today, no."

"Well you are" he dropped a soft kiss on her head. “I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll be right with you.”

She watched him appreciatively as he stood up and pulled his compression-shirt over his head, heading into the en-suite. For a moment she was tempted to join him, but then decided against it, laying back onto her side, dozing.

It wasn’t long before the bed dipped and she felt him slide under the covers next to her. She turned over to snuggle up into the crook of his shoulder, her head laying on his chest.

“So, you wanna tell what the incident was today?” he asked, his right hand reaching up to play with the strands of her hair that fell over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah.” she grinned before she launched into an explanation about Scott-slash-Ant Man. He fell silent for a moment but in the end came to the same conclusion as Tony had, there was nothing in there that was dangerous so they just needed to remain vigilant.

“Yeah, well Sam seemed to be taking vigilant to the extreme as he’s already been on the phone to numerous contracts, trying to track him down.” she said “I think he’s a bit annoyed the guy basically kicked his ass. Rhodey caught it all on video but Sam told me never to tell you about it. He’s taken it quite personally.” “I’m not surprised, he had his ass kicked.” Steve sniggered. “Where do I get a copy of the CCTV?”

Katie grinned, “I have it on my phone, Rhodey sent it to me.”

“Play it.” he instructed.

“What now?” “Yes, right now.” he nodded, moving so he was sat up, jolting her off his chest.

“No Sam will kill me!” she laughed, propping herself up on her elbow

“Screw Sam!” he snorted “He plays those damned Phys Ed videos every chance he gets.”

“That’s true.” Katie pondered “Ok, hang on…”

She turned, reaching over for the phone and the TV remote. Blinking at the sudden light, once her eyes were accustomed to the change she pressed a few buttons on her phone and beamed the footage to the TV on the wall. She had to admit, it looked even funnier from the video play back than it had when she had been there.

Steve let out a huge, genuine laugh, his head thrown back, banging against the headboard, arm clutched across his chest as he laughed, and laughed.

“I’m so showing that at our next briefing.” he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

“You can’t…” “Oh, I can!”

****

The next morning the pair of them made their way to the briefing room both munching on a piece of toast and each carrying a mug of coffee. It was early, before 8, but Steve wanted the team to be prepared. Everyone filed into the room along with some good humoured grumbling about the time before they dropped into their preferred seats and looked to the front of the room.

“I know it’s early and I’m sorry…” Steve said, holding his hands up, looking round at the team assembled in front of him “But this is important.”

“More important than sleep?” Sam yawned.

Steve ignored him. “Alright, here's what we already know," Steve began to explain how they believed Rumlow to be Crossbones, the masked man who had been causing a whole lot of chaos in the wake of what happened at the Triskelion. Katie knew he was annoyed at himself for not realising he had survived sooner, but even if they had, they’d so much going on, not to mention Ultron had been a much bigger threat in the immediate future

"He's been targeting former SHIELD labs and police stations all over the country and selling products on the black market.” Natasha spoke.

“Police stations?” Katie asked.

“We think he suffered heavy losses at the raid prior to the last three, so he’s going for easier targets whilst he regroups.” Natasha answered.

“Still no intel on who his buyers are?” Wanda asked.

“No.” Steve shook his head, “He seems to have become an independent terrorist, and doesn’t appear to be working for anyone”

“Our recon yesterday told us that Rumlow seems to be operating with this guy.” Natasha explained as the photos flashed up “He’s known as the Black Mamba…” “Black Mamba?” Wanda deadpanned. “Cross Bones and Black Mamba?”

“NATO has every available pair of eyes out looking for them.”  Steve ignored Wanda and looked at Rhodey.

“Soon as they break cover, we’ll know.” Rhodey nodded

“So then what?” Sam frowned

“More recon?” Katie asked

Steve looked at his wife and nodded. “Possibly, but for now we need to let intelligence do their job. But be prepared, when we get a lead I want to be ready to go.”

There were mumbles around the room and Steve let the team lead the discussion. Sam commented on the crap code names again, causing Wanda to laugh. Katie suggested they should compile a detailed profile on Rumlow, see if they could find a pattern to his behaviour, nodding to Vision. the AI had a knack for it as did Katie, so Steve and Natasha nodded, both agreeing it was a good idea.

“We need to be vigilant.” Steve said, “Keep our eyes open for anything that’s out of the ordinary.” He caught Katie’s eye, a wicked smirk crossed his face and she shook her head smiling as he continued “Speaking of which…FRIDAY, play the video”

“Certainly Captain Rogers.” The pictures of Rumlow and Black Mamba disappeared from the screen and suddenly the footage of Sam spiralling through the air started to play. The room started to snigger as Sam looked at Katie who held her hands up in an “it wasn’t me!” gesture.

“Oh come on Man!” he groaned as the room gleefully watched the film, laughter ringing round the room.

******

The next 4 months ticked by with no further information on Rumlow. They pulled together a potted history which tracked the hospital he had been in, when he had escaped (the local authorities had been searching for him for ages since he threatened his nurse upon waking before violently breaking out) his movements since (ones they knew about and some they hadn’t) but it didn’t give them anything new.

Katie and Tony were buried deeply in their Foundation work, which was taking up a lot of Katie’s time so she wasn’t as close to the investigations as she could have been. Steve was fine with that though, the further away she was from Rumlow frankly the better, but he still made sure she was involved with what they had found and she attended the briefings as best she could when she wasn’t travelling the country. Steve’s chest burst with pride every time he saw his girl on the news, in papers, as the press seemed to be lavishing praise upon the siblings for what they were doing. 

Then, one day in the middle of May, they struck gold when one of the Facial Recognition Alerts they had set up pinged to Black Mamba being spotted in a Lagos, Nigeria. As a result Steve had scrambled them all to attention as soon as he could, which was 4 am. But there were no complaints about the time, not when they knew this could be their chance to bring him in. They all pitched round the screen as Steve and Natasha identified the local police station that they suspected of him hitting, given where the FR had pinged several times.

“We think they are scoping this area.” Nat said, drawing a red circle round a part of the town.

Katie moved the screen with her fingers, enlarging the aerial shots as she looked at them, her analytical brain going ten to the dozen.

“Layout looks pretty standard.” she said, scanning the map, frowning slightly. Something was nagging at her. And as she looked, she realised what it was.

“What is it?” Steve asked, recognising the tone of her voice and frown on her face.

“The Science Institute.” she said, nodding towards the screen. “Big white building at the end of the road.”

“Biological weapons are big on the black market.” Sam cottoned on, nodding slightly.

“Yeah but his recent previous hits and our pattern analysis don’t give us any reason to believe that’s what he’s going to be aiming for.” Nat suggested

“You said yourself that you suspected he was going for easier targets whilst he regrouped.” Katie said “What if he has?”

“We have to assume Rumlow will go for the police station, it’s the best intel we have.” Steve said, and he noticed the look on Katie’s face as she crossed her arms and opened her mouth to argue. “But we should be vigilant, keep alert.”

She exchanged a glance with Sam, who simply shrugged

“We do this with stealth.” Steve continued, “I want us on the ground and out of sight, we need to catch him with as little fuss or danger to civilians as possible”

"Yeah, and with that in mind Viz you may need to sit this one out." Nat tossed out and Vision nodded deprecatingly

"We're still working on him blending in." Wanda added.

"Same for you too Rhodey.” Steve looked at him “We need someone back here, we could be gone a few days.”

Rhodey nodded. “No problem Cap.” “Get what you need. Wheels up in twenty." Steve dismissed everyone who immediately went their separate ways to prepare for the upcoming mission leaving Katie, Natasha and Steve alone

“You think she’s ready?” Natasha looked at Steve, nodding to Wanda. He took a deep breath, staring at the door through which she had just left with Vision.

“You say she’s been training hard…” he said after a moments pause, looking at Nat.

“Yeah, she has but…her powers are still largely impacted by her emotions.”

“Aren’t everyone’s?” Katie asked. “I mean I’m angry or upset I fight harder…” “Yeah but,” Nat sighed “It isn’t the same, she can do a lot of damage.”

“We have the bare bones of a team as it is.” Steve shook his head and Katie looked down, feeling slightly guilty. She had discussed this with Steve, she wasn’t going. The Stark Foundation Tour had another few visits to Universities this week. Steve spotted the look on her face and he gently nudged her arm “That’s not a criticism honey…” “I know…” she bit her lip. Maybe she should postpone…

“Throw in the fact that this is the first full team mission we’ve had since Ultron and I don’t see any choice but to take Wanda” Steve shrugged, ending the conversation.

Nat took a deep breath and nodded “You’re right. And maybe being in an actual mission environment might help her gain some control, I mean practice makes perfect.”

“You trying to convince me or yourself?” he asked, eyeing her

“Both.” she drawled, heading out of the door.

Katie took a deep breath as Steve turned to her. “You best go.” she said softly. He bit his lip before he pulled her into an embrace, kissing her softly.

“I’ll call as soon as I can.” he promised, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Stay safe, please.” she sighed as he kissed the tip of her nose and hurried out of the door.

Once he was gone Katie sank onto a chair, her head in her hands. She was torn, really torn. For the last year or so, post Ultron, they’d had a pretty quiet time of it, mopping up any stray Hydra operatives that strolled into their patch. But this, this was big. Was the Foundation really more important than heading off whatever shitty plan Rumlow was trying to pull off? She was still an Avenger…she’d never quit that, and would never quit that.

“You’ll always be Iron Man, Tone…” the words she had stated to Tony when he had decided to quit active service echoed round her head. And then she realised, she’d always be Supernova, whether she wanted to be or not.

“I’m gonna regret this.” She groaned to herself as she jumped up, and headed after Steve.

*****

Steve, at first, had tried to argue against her coming but when Natasha had pointed out they could do with the support he had relented and the team had been bolstered by Supernova’s return to active duty.

Their support staff had done a great job on such a short time, and rented the group a 4 bedroomed apartment overlooking the street the Police Station was on. It wasn’t fancy, but it was the last place anyone would think would house Avengers. Over the first 24 hours they set up a command centre, with coms links back to base and the next morning they began their recon.

The first 2 days were completely uneventful. No sign of Rumlow or any of his associates. Nat was the expert at covert ops and so she took the lead, directing them to all the right places coaching Wanda along the way and Steve was pleasantly surprised to see how well the younger girl took to the task, blending in with the locals. Katie took to observing from up high with Sam, and she was focussing on the Biological Institute, unable to shake the nagging feeling she had about the place. She hadn’t mentioned it since their brief a few days ago, but Steve knew when she had an idea in her head she wouldn’t rest so he left her to it. Between them they had the area covered, which was good enough.

On the evening of the 4th day Wanda, Sam and Natasha headed out for a little undercover work in the bars at night, “So you guys can have a little undercover activity of your own” Sam teasingly stated, patting Steve on the back as he left, drawing an exasperated sigh from the soldier. Nevertheless, the door had hardly shut before Steve had his wife pinned up against a wall, hands wandering all over her body, lips and teeth clashing, her hand fisting in the slightly longer strands of hair at the top of his head as they’d furiously taken advantage of their first time alone in days.

The next morning Katie woke at about 5:45 and rolled over only to find the bed empty besides her. Steve could never rest when they were in the middle of a case like this. The clothes they had shed the night before were now neatly folded and placed on top of the dresser, and she had to smile. Even now he was a total neat freak. Knowing full well where he would be she climbed out of the bed, pulled on Steve’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts before making her way into the dark corridor. She stopped in the doorway of the small dining room which was functioning as a makeshift office and sure enough, there he was, the lamp softly illuminated his handsome face as he flicked through a file, crease evident between his brows.

“Soldier, you’re up so early?” she said gently. Steve had heard her coming of course. Smiling softly, as he was always pleased to see her, he turned to face her as she crossed the room.

“Yeah, sorry, I woke about half an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“You know, I get that you’re fed up of just waiting but sitting here re-reading all this isn’t going to help you know.” Katie said, taking the file off him and dropping it onto the wooden table, before she perched on the edge.

“I know, it’s just so goddamned frustrating.” Steve ran his hand over his face. After pondering for a moment Katie stood up and walked behind the chair and placed her hands on his shoulders. He let out a groan of satisfaction and leaned back in his seat as she kneaded the muscles with her hands. She found a particularly bad spot just under his shoulder blade and began to push harder with her thumb. Steve couldn’t decide if it was pleasurable or painful and made a little noise, which was half way between the two.

"God your shoulders are so knotty." She mused and he left out a breath through his nose moving his head to the side.

“Yeah well, I did a lot of exercise last night.” He quipped back as her hands continued to work at his shoulders.

“I’ll say.” She grinned. “You know that thing you did with your mouth last night is actually illegal in several countries.” “Good job we live in the land of the free.” He said, voice low as he fully relaxed under her touch.  Katie carried on working at his muscles in silence for a moment, happy to let him bliss out. 

"So… answer me a question?" She spoke after a short while, rousing him a little, and he hummed, unable to bring himself to be bothered to talk.

"If you couldn’t sleep why didn’t you wake me to help you?” Her voice was loaded as she leaned forward to wind her arms around his neck, running her hands up and down his chest from behind. Steve loved it when she touched him like that which was why he pouted slightly when she pulled away, but the pout didn’t last long and a smirk crossed his face as Katie walked round to the front of his chair

“And how, exactly, would you have done that?" His hands moved to rest on her hips as she lowered herself so that she was straddling him. She slid one of her hands around the back of his head to tangle in his hair the other settling on his chest.

“Reckon I can think of a few ways.”  she smirked slyly before using her hand in his hair to pull him forward and connect their lips. Steve kissed her back immediately as one hand crept up the back of her top, the other on the side of her thigh, sliding up her shorts.

“Sleepy yet?” She murmured.

“Not exactly the word I would use.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

She grinned and then began to rock her hips on top of him grinding down on his growing hardness and he sighed slightly, kissing her harder as she pushed down again. With an automatic reaction he raised his hips, rocking up to meet her and this time she groaned as she could feel the friction of their clothes grinding against her spot. His hands were now firmly holding her hips underneath her, no, his top, and he sat forward so his mouth could cover the spot under her ear that drove her wild. With a soft sigh she titled her head to the side as he trailed kisses across her jaw until his mouth met her lips again. His hands reached down to grasp the hem of her top and he had just begun to slide it upwards when they were interrupted by a raspy voice.

"I thought all the making out fully clothed supposedly stopped when you reached the age of 17." Natasha scoffed from the doorway. Katie looked up over Steve’s shoulder as he sighed, dropping his head onto her chest.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Katie sighed.

“Don’t you know how to lock a door?” she replied, dryly.

“I take it this isn’t a social call?” Steve’s voice was muffled as he spoke into his wife’s chest.

“Half and half.” Natasha arched an eyebrow, “Unsociable hour it maybe but Wanda’s already up and wants breakfast, she was going to head out to the local bakery but I thought it might be an idea to start the re-con early.”

Steve’s head looked up to Katie’s as she shifted off his lap and straightened out her clothing and hair. Steve glanced down at his crotch and Katie raised an eyebrow slightly as he stood up and adjusted his sweats in an attempt to hide his slowly ebbing arousal before he turned to face the red head.

“Well, you’re the expert in this covert stuff.” He said, looking at Natasha. “What have you got in mind?”

*****

“All right, what do you see?” Steve was coaxing Wanda, as ever, to observe her surroundings, see and hear everything, on the job training he supposed you could call it.

Meanwhile, Katie glanced down from the rooftop on which Sam and her were currently stood, her scanners doing their usual work. No weapons spotted yet.

“Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It’s a good target” Wanda’s voice came through the ear piece Steve was wearing.

“There’s an ATM in the South Corner.” he replied “which means….”

“Cameras” Wanda said instantly.

“Both cross streets are one way.” He carried on

“So, compromised escape routes.”

“Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out.” Steve concluded. “You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute”

“It's also bulletproof,” Katie cut in as FRIDAY completed a scan on the vehicle “Which means private security…”

“Which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us” Nat finished

“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right? “ Wanda replied

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.” Natasha continued

“Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?” Sam asked and Katie turned to look at him, retracting her face plate to give him a grin.

“Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?” the exchange continued.

“Eyes on target, folks” Steve said with an air of authority, bringing them back to the job in hand. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him.”

If he’s here, of course

“If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us.” Sam replied

As Steve watched he noticed that a garbage truck was slowly pushing its way through traffic, with no regard to pedestrians or other vehicles. He frowned and kept his eyes on it as it continued to gather momentum as it went.  

“Sam…see that garbage truck?” he said “Tag it.”

Sam’s small drone launched, swooping down to scan the garbage truck as Katie instructed Friday to do the same.

“Give me X-ray.” Sam spoke.

“That truck’s loaded for max weight.” he replied “And the driver’s armed.” Sam added.

And in the second that it dawned on Steve what was going on. The raid was going down, but Katie had been right all along, a fact she cottoned on to as well.

“It’s a battering ram” she said as realisation flooded her body.

“Go, now!” Steve yelled. “There not hitting the station…” “The institute…” Sam looked at Katie, and she nodded as the two of us took off after the truck.  ***** So, we head into Civil War... I’m not sure I’m ready!!!

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Everytime

 A/N I feel so bad I didn’t get inspired by Moonlight Records for Zabdiel kind of making him the odd one out but I’m going to look at it as giving him special treatment. He is my cheat lane anyways. So Everytime, is the acoustic version that caught my attention for Zab. I found it under the user Nathan Bourrut Le! Anyways as I wrote before check my masterlist, for when I post the other boys or check back here or I could tag you! Also, I own nothing this is all fictional and I have no rights.

Masterlist

Thinking ‘Bout You - Chris

Goodnight n Go - Erick

Better Off - Richard

In My Head - Joel

Warnings: Toxic relationship depicted, drinking, smut, cursing. 

Word Count: A little under 3k

 Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

You and Zabdiel were in an off and on again relationship. He was the fire to your oil, the key to your ignition. The two of you were toxic for each other but could not keep away from each other. There was something about the 6'2 blonde Puerto Rican man that kept driving you back to him.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control (yeah)

They keep telling me to let go

But I don’t really let go when I say so (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You sat at a café waiting for Zabdiel tapping your heel against the wood floor. You had already ordered your favorite drink and finished it half an hour ago. You eagerly checked your phone hoping for a notification from Zabdiel who wanted to meet with you, to begin with, in the cafe. The waiter approached you, giving you a weak smile as you stared at your blank phone. 

“No rush.” He said as he handed you the check. 

“Thanks.” You replied looking up returning the weak smile. 

You took out your wallet and placed seven dollars in the checkbook. You grabbed your purse and strutted out of the café. Annoyed you leaned outside the cold brick wall of the café and called Zabdiel. He picked up on the fourth ring which only fueled your anger. 

“Ya?” He nonchalantly said. 

Great, he’s high you thought to yourself.  “Thanks for wasting my time yet again. If you wanna meet you’re going to have to come and track me down. Fucking asshole.” You barked as you hung up the phone. 

You got into the car and drove to your apartment. The drive to the apartment was everything but peaceful which only drove your nerves even angrier. There was an accident that made traffic chaotic, and of course, construction was being performed on the back roads. Finally, you reached the parking lot of the apartment complex and took a deep breath. You opened your apartment door and your roommate was with a mutual friend. The two were sitting in the kitchen table drinking chilled white wine. 

“Mind if I join?” You asked with a heavy sigh as you opened the fridge and uncorked a fresh bottle of white wine. 

“No, not at all!” Marci, your roommate spoke up. 

“Great because I’ve had a day.” You protested as you began to drink straight out of the bottle.

“What happened?” Andrea, the mutual friend, questioned.

“Wanna take a guess?” You questioned back as you laid your head down on the counter.

“I swear to god Y/N if you went out to see, fix or do anything with Zabdiel I will kill you.” Marci threatened. 

“Ding ding ding!” You cheered. “But guess what? He stood me up!” You shrieked as you took another sip from the bottle. 

“I just don’t get it Y/N. Why do you stay, and go back to him? He’s such a douche bag.” Andrea groaned. 

“I promise you guys that I’m not giving him another chance after today. If he wants me back he’s going to have to fight like hell to get me back.” You said wholeheartedly. 

I keep giving people blank stares (yeah)

I’m so different when you’re not there (yeah, yeah)

It’s like something out of Shakespeare (yeah)

Because I’m really not here when you’re not there

Andrea and Marci convinced you to go to the club with them. Marci’s argument was the best way to get over a boy was to find a rebound and have the boy you’re done with fucked out of you. Andrea’s argument was simpler and it was to have a good night out and to delete the old boy’s number. You were so fed up with Zabdiel that you agreed to the girl’s plan and even deleted Zabdiel’s number in front of them so they knew you were over and done with him. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before walking out of your room. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and you showed enough cleavage to gain attention but not enough where you were in danger of having a wardrobe malfunction. You paired the dress with your favorite silver sparkly pumps which accentuated your legs. The three of you walked onto the street of a popular road that was mostly filled with bars and clubs. You guys decided since everyone practically pre-gamed at the apartment, it was easier to just go to your favorite club and find you a cute guy to dance with. As you guys entered the club the smell of alcohol and the blasting music overpowered your senses. You beelined up to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. Taking your drink you made your way to the dance floor and swayed your hips to the beat. As the song ended, Despacito came on and a guy grabbed your hips helping you move to the beat with him. He was much taller than you, which you couldn’t help but think of Zabdiel. You turned around to look at the mysterious man’s face, secretly hoping it was Zabdiels. When you looked up, it was a stranger’s face. You stared into his eyes as you danced, and you couldn’t help but fall into your own world. As the song ended you placed your finished drink down and ordered a new one. You did this for a couple of songs, varying the drinks and the guys. You began to feel annoyed that no guy was matching your energy or igniting a fire within you. 

I’ve tried to fight our energy

But everytime I think I’m free (yeah, woo!)

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

You had reached your limit of dancing with strangers and wanted fresh air. You found Andrea and Marci having the time of their lives, laughing, dancing and still drinking. 

"Guys I'm going to go get fresh air." You screamed trying to overpower the music. 

Marci nodded and Andrea gave you a thumbs up. Leaning in Marci yelled in your ear,

"We will be right out after a couple of songs." 

You nodded in response and headed out the club door. The cooler air hit your glistening skin and it felt sensational. You leaned against the brick wall enjoying the quieter atmosphere and felt the vibration of the music rumble through the wall. The door to the club burst open, to which you thought nothing of it because of the atmosphere you were in, thus you did not bother to look. 

"Aye Mami," a familiar voice growled at you. 

You shot your gaze over to the tall blonde who was eyeing you up and down hungrily. 

"Keep walking Zabdiel." You scoffed.

"Mi Amor, but you said if I wanted to talk I should track you down. Pero yo veo que Dios me eso el trabajó." Zabdiel responded.

He slowly inched towards you, with lust forming in his eyes. Every step he took closer to you, the wetter you began to feel. It did not take long for him to place both hands on the brick wall, caging you in. His face was centimeters away and you could feel his warm breath radiate towards your ear.

"En seriamente quieres que me vaya?" Zabdiel whispered as he nipped your ear lobe.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

You pushed Zabdiel out of the way. 

"I can't do this. I'm gonna go get drunk." You muttered. 

You re-entered the club, taking a deep breath of the strong smell of alcohol and allowing the strong beat take over your body. You slowly made it to the bar and ordered a tequila shot. The more you danced the more tequila you took. It did not take long for you to become inebriated because you are a lightweight. Andrea and Marci soon found you dancing with a crowd of people shaking your ass on some random guy. 

"Y/N!" Marci shouted once she got close to you. 

"Marciii!" You slurred as you pulled her in for a hug.

"Let's go home." Marci politely demanded as she helped you exit the club. 

"Okay!" You giggled.

"I'm ordering the Uber now," Andrea commented once the fresh air nipped your skin.

The three of you waited outside of the club for about three minutes until the car pulled up. The drive home was filled with the noise of your giggles. Once the uber parked outside the apartment the three of you all piled out. Purposely you left your purse behind, in the middle seat. 

“Excuse me! Miss! Your purse!” The uber driver shouted.

Smirking, you looked at Marci and Andrea. 

“You guys go inside I’ll meet you there in a second.” You cheered as you walked towards the uber. 

You sat down in the back seat once the girls were out of sight. 

“Hey here's thirty dollars, drive to this address please.” You asked the driver as you handed a ten and a twenty while showing on your phone with Zabdiels address. 

The driver nodded and the two of you sped away.

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

Once the car came to a full stop outside of Zabdiel’s house you rushed out. Shouted a thank you to the driver and proceeded forward. Dashing towards his front door and banged on it. He was quick to open the door and look at you in a bit of a shock. 

“Que-” He began, but before he could finish what he was going to say, you got on your tippy-toes and slammed your lips against his. 

Zabdiel kissed against his shocked reaction and roamed your body with his large hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held onto you. Zabdiel turned you around so you were facing the open door. He kicked the door shut as he carried you to the bedroom. Zabdiel threw you on the bed and hovered over your body. 

“Princesa fuiste tan mala conmigo en el club.” Zabdiel growled.

“Pero you forgot about our date papi.” You whined. 

He kissed your jaw and made his way down to your neck and collar bone.

“Pero ya te dije…” Zadiel mumbled as lips paid attention to your sweet spot. “Lo siento princesa.”

 A moan escaped your plump lips and he attacked all of your sweet spots. He flipped you over and unzipped your dress while planting kisses down your spine sending shivers all over your skin and electricity to your core. You helped him out of your tight dress after the zipper was fully down. The cold air nipped at your bare skin as your dress was thrown carelessly across the room. Zabdiel flipped you on your back admiring your breasts bounce against the movement. Zabdiel sucked on one nipple and palmed the other. You arched your back against his touch and spread your arms against the covers grasping for life. Zabdiel went to the other nipple and did the same thing, which made you moan his name. He planted soft kisses down the valley of your breasts and stop at the hem of your panties. You bucked your hips begging for some friction. Zabdiel slowly removed the fabric covering your core and kissed your inner thighs as he fully removed your panties. 

“Bebé estás tan mojada” Zabdiel whispered as he ran a finger through your slit.

“Zab no teasing you've done enough of that.” You whimpered as you snaked your hands around his blonde locks trying to get his lips closer to where you needed him the most. 

Zabdiel complied and attached his tongue to your nerve endings, drawing figure eights. He effortlessly inserted his digits inside you and curled them right into your g-spot. Zabdiel was an expert in knowing your body, knowing how to make you feel amazing and send you to a whole other planet with a flick of his tongue. 

“Zab...please….fuck me.” You panted out between the moans. 

A knot was forming in your pit, but you wanted to hold it in. You wanted to orgasm around Zabdiel’s rock hard cock knowing how crazy that always drove him. Zabdiel removed himself from you and removed his pants along with his boxers. His member sprang out, and Zabdiel instantly lubed his dick against your slit hitting your clit each time with his tip. You felt as if you could just cum right then and there with the amount of build-up Zabdiel was teasing you with. 

“Zabdiel!” You whined begging for him to get on with it. 

Instantly Zabdiel shoved his full length inside you and released a loud groan. He gave you no time to adjust and roughly pounded in and out of you. Both of your bodies began to glisten as the knot in your stomach began to grow. 

“Zab I'm gonna cum.” You moaned out. 

“Dale nena.” Zabdiel encouraged as he placed his thumb on your clit. 

You released, rolling your eyes back and bucking your hips. Your walls tightened around Zabdiel causing a groan to fall from his lips. His thrusts quickly became sloppy and he joined you in his own orgasm.

Just when I get on a new wave (yeah)

Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace

They keep calling me a head-case

‘Cause I can’t make a good case why we can’t change

As you returned to your apartment complex at 4:00am after finishing with Zabdiel and ending your time with him in a fight...again. You tried to enter as quietly as possible and sneak into your own bed. You attempt was proven to be useless as Marci and Andrea sat on the couch and patiently waited for you. 

“Y/N! What the fuck?!” Marci shouted annoyed.

“I don't even know.” You yawned

“No that's not an excuse we did not go out for a girls night for you to end up right back where you started!” Andrea interrupted. 

“Listen guys I’m really drained can we continue this tomorrow?” You pleaded

“No we want a good answer as to why you can't just get over Zabdiel. You both treat each other like shit Y/N!” Marci huffed.

I’ve tried to fight our energy (yee, yee!)

But everytime I think I’m free (yeah)

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you? Mmm (Back to you, baby)

It has been a week since you or Zabdiel have communicated with each other. Your friends believed you were officially getting over him until the ninth day when he called you out of the blue. 

“Hola Princesa ¿Qué tal?” Zabdiel asked 

"I've been good what about you?" You replied

"Want to grab dinner?" Zabdiel offered in his thick accent that always drove you crazy. 

"Are you even going to show up?" You snapped trying to fight every bone in your body that wanted to see him again.

"¿Como no? Te levantó a las ocho." Zabdiel ordered.

I get drunk, pretend that I’m over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

The dinner went just as you expected it would even though you tried changing the never-ending loop. You ended the night with Zabdiel, and just after climax the two of you ended in a heated argument. You left in an Uber and went to a sleazy bar. Your goal was to get as drunk as possible and have someone else pay for it. As the night went on you danced on strangers who were buying you drinks. You began to feel the alcohol in your veins and were officially letting loose. As you planted your lips on a handsome stranger you could not help but compare him to Zabdiel. You ended up leaving the bar, alone to just end up at Zabdiel’s front door ready to apologize once more.

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (back to you)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime (I go)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (yeah!)

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

[amandaoftherosemire]

A Lost Hour

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,807

Format: One-shot

Warning: Language, fluff, implied smut

Summary: On a mission alone with Natasha Romanoff, you try to keep from annoying her as you hide how much you adore her.

A/N: Written for @buckysforeverprincess’ Hop Into Spring 3K Challenge. Congratulations on 3000, darling!! You’re amazing and you deserve all the love and adoration! My prompt was “Don’t forget daylight savings.” Writing reader inserts is like exercising my brain (second person is not second nature, that’s for damn sure) because I like to make them as neutral as I can. Except, since I’m female, I tend to write from that perspective, which means that all of my reader inserts have been fem!reader. This time, I wanted to stretch my brain in a new direction, so I wrote as neutral as possible, including gender. Please feel free to let me know what you think, including ways I failed. I’m always trying to do better and learn more, so I’m absolutely open to criticism.

A Lost Hour

Natasha watched you out of her peripheral vision from across the motel room. You were standing at the other queen bed unpacking, laying out everything you’d need for the mission the next day, your movements brisk, economical, and lethally efficient for all you were humming what sounded like ‘Hollaback Girl’. Nat appreciated that when it came to the work, you were a silent, stone-cold professional. She would put you at her back any day of the week, her highest compliment.

That said, when you weren’t actively on a mission, you never seemed to stop making noise. If you weren’t talking, and somehow you never ran out of things to talk about, you were humming, singing, muttering, laughing, or just making weird noises with your mouth. If she was the sort who gave in to such things, you could have her literally climbing the walls like the spider for which she was named.

To be fair, it wasn’t that the noises were in reality all that irritating. No one else seemed to notice, for instance. If she was being honest, she wouldn't classify the sounds you made as irritating at all, really. What drove her crazy was that they made it impossible for Natasha to ignore you, though she'd never had that problem before.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on what made you so compelling to her. It wasn’t your looks, though she thought you incredibly attractive. That would never have been enough to capture her attention on its own, however. She’d used her own for both good and evil often enough to know how little beauty truly counted. The fair of face couldn’t catch her eye.

Though she most often pretended to ignore you, sometimes she put on that she found you annoying in order to insist that you be quiet. As a matter of fact, she found your voice, the sounds you made, too appealing. She had to concentrate to tune you out, her ear seeming to naturally tune itself to the timbre of your voice.

She also found your little rants funny, though she groaned as loudly as anyone when you started in on one. You had any number of random little pet peeves and there was no way to know when someone might inadvertently step into one in the course of normal conversation. When you got going, however, was when she found it most difficult to resist the urge to kiss that chattering mouth. Lately, it had only gotten worse.

Because though she could see that you found her physically attractive, she was almost certain you didn't really like her. She was painfully attuned to the tone of your voice and could hear it was often a touch colder when you spoke to her than when you spoke to any other member of the team. You were warm and pleasant with everyone, so it wasn't as though you were mean or rude even then; only Natasha would ever notice the difference.

She refused to let it bother her, but it made it easy to pretend she didn't like you right back.

Once she'd finished the double-check that she had what she needed for the mission in the morning, she repacked everything as it had gone in except for her night clothes and her toiletries bag. You had long since moved on to flipping through the channels, your preparations for the mission less meticulous than hers, though you were hardly sloppy or haphazard. You were still humming under your breath, but you were unusually quiet and she was having a hard time placing the melody.

You were watching Natasha out of the corner of your eye, trying to keep the humming to a minimum. You knew it drove her crazy and you were trying not to irritate her on this mission. You'd been half in love with her almost since you met her. You hated that you annoyed her, but you also couldn't change who you were, so you tried to stay as quiet as possible when she was around.

You'd hotly anticipated and deeply dreaded this mission. Any time you spent with Natasha was nerve-wracking, but an overnight mission, just the two of you sharing a motel room seemed like a recipe for disaster. Disaster for you, at least. You doubted Natasha would even notice you unless you irritated her by talking or humming too much, or if you fucked up your part of the plan.

You, on the other hand, were going to spend the next 24 hours on pins and needles, trying not to give away how absolutely magnificent you thought she was. Sometimes you went too far in the opposite direction, but it was better than her knowing you spent most of your time in her presence internally sighing dreamily

Obviously, she was beautiful. You had eyes; you could see she was gorgeous. You were no more immune to her appeal than the next person. That said, it was her strength that you found most captivating. In addition, you respected her competence and efficiency and you had a nice healthy fear of her lethality. You weren't frightened of her, but like a razor-sharp blade, you didn't take her bite lightly. Her capacity for loyalty had surprised you, but only until you got to know her. Her humor charmed you, made you wish you didn't annoy her because you found her hilarious.

Of all the things about her that made you wish you could at least be friends, however, it was the sweetness laying close to her bones. She hid it well but, where she cared, she was kind and deeply loving in her own quiet way. On more than one occasion, you'd had to start ranting about something stupid to cover for the puppy-dog-eyes you'd been giving her.

When she settled onto her bed with her tablet and a bottle of water, you spoke softly. "Do you want to pick?" you asked as you offered her the remote. "If you leave it up to me, I'll end up watching the crokinole championships on ESPN Twelve like a lunatic."

Natasha frowned a little and lifted puzzled eyes to yours. "What in the world is crokinole?"

You laughed and flipped back to the channel airing the niche game's championship. "Fuck if I know," you replied and settled back against the pillows with a grin, "but in about twenty minutes I bet I'm going to have a whole lot of opinions on technique and strategy."

A half an hour later, both you and Natasha were watching the classic dexterity game with rapt attention, discussing the ongoing bracket as though you'd been following the game for years. You'd looked up the rules on your phone, not that you really needed to. The point of the game was absolutely clear once you'd watched for even just a few minutes, but the Wikipedia page clarified some scoring questions the two of you had.

"Oops, he left a hanger," you were saying as Natasha's phone rang, Steve's number lighting up the screen. You snickered when you saw the picture she'd used for him; it was some promotional shot from the 40s when he was being used to sell war bonds and he had the dumbest cheesy grin on his face.

You loved that she teased Steve in this way, taking potshots at the public persona, the piece of propaganda rather than the private man or the real symbolism of the shield. Steve was one of those she cared about; you always enjoyed watching their dynamic at play.

“If he can pick up the twenty and knock the other guy’s puck into the gutter, I think he’s won it,” she replied as she swiped the screen. She’d gotten as into the game as you had, the two of you finally bonding a little. She didn't notice because she was answering the phone, but you were caught in full-blown puppy-dog-eyes mode.

You sat in silence, watching her smirk at Steve and assure him that she had things well in hand while you grinned at her like exactly what you were, a moron with a desperate crush.

“You’re on speaker if you’ve got anything to tell us both,” Natasha turned to focus on you as she hit the button on the screen. Her eyes met yours, warm and full of fun, then rounded ever so slightly in surprise at the lovesick smile on your face. For the first time, she wasn’t seeing any coolness or reserve in your eyes and she wanted it to never stop. She smiled timidly back at you.

“Just stay safe, watch each other’s backs, and don’t forget about daylight savings.” Steve’s voice snapped you out of it, made you aware you were being stupidly obvious in the way you were staring at Natasha. The smile on her face was almost shy and sweet and was making your heart gallop like a thoroughbred. You latched on to the last thing Steve said like a lifeline.

“Ugh! I hate daylight savings!” You fell backward onto the bed with a groan of annoyance, partly to be dramatic, but mostly to stop looking at Natasha. “Especially Spring forward. You know the whole thing’s pointless, right? It doesn’t even do what it’s supposed to, and some think it’s actively detrimental. But no, we keep doing it because we’re stup—"

“I’m on it, Cap,” Natasha cut you off with a good-natured chuckle as she got up to sit next to you on your bed. She patted your knee affectionately as she finished the phone call and hung up. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched her, nervous but oddly excited.

Natasha had never been this friendly before.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” she said quietly. This evening with you, learning the intricacies of a game neither of you had heard of before, had seduced her in ways she’d never thought to expect, let alone guard against. The uncomplicated adoration she’d seen on your face as you looked at her gave her the confidence to speak bluntly.

“No!" you cried, distressed that you'd made her think so when you thought so highly of her. You gave her a sheepish smile and ducked your head. "I know I can be annoying,” you said, wrinkling your nose. “I don’t want to irritate you by scampering after you.”

Her mouth curved and her eyelids lowered in an expression both earthy and ethereal. Your heart skipped and you knew you were in way over your head. “You’re not irritating or annoying,” she said. When doubt flickered across your face, she felt a pang of remorse. “You’re distracting,” she murmured.

“Distracting?" You frowned a little, not sure if that was a compliment or not. "Is that good or bad?” you asked, a little breathless. The look on her face was making your heart race.

“Well," she said softly, and leaned in ever so slightly. You were painfully aware of every movement she made, and your breath caught in response. "That depends." You had seen her flirt for work; this was nothing like that. Her eyes were direct, her body language straightforward, and you would swear that she was trying to be as honest as she could.

"On?" you prompted and sat up. You and she were face to face now, but neither of you moved, though you were both practically holding your breath in anticipation.

The corner of her mouth lifted in the slightest of smiles, your eyes following the movement with meticulous care as you waited for her next words with a heart pounding in desperate hope. "On if I'm trying to ignore you," she replied, her smile spreading and her eyes turning surprisingly shy. "I tend to ignore that which I don't think I can have. Or whom."

Her eyes seemed to sear into yours, the dreamy green going sharp as jade. You shifted forward a fraction of an inch, your hand twitching towards hers before you stopped it, terrified to overstep and fuck up this exhilarating conversation. "And I don't know how to shut up, especially when I'm nervous."

Natasha wasn't smiling now, but you had absolutely no idea what she was thinking, her expression inscrutable. "I make you nervous?"

You gave a quick, disbelieving laugh. "Have you met you?" You didn't know why, because she hadn't moved, but you started to feel like she was leaning away from you. You kept talking, because you were terrified you were fucking this up, and you always talked too much when freaked out. "Between your strength and skill, oof, and your mind, you'd be the most intimidating woman on the planet. Add in the humor on top of everything else and you're spectacular. I'm astonished whenever I manage not to babble."

By the time you managed to shut yourself up, she was smiling again. You didn't know it, but she had thought you were going to start yammering on about her physical appearance and nothing was more likely to make her dismiss someone as not worth her time. Marks underestimated her because of her looks; she didn't waste her real self on marks. Instead, you were charming her with your chattering about how intimidating you found her, not her face. "So, you're telling me I don't need to ignore you."

"Not if you don't want to," you said, making her smile wider with your earnestness. You went on, shy yourself this time. "And if you don't mind if I babble."

Wasn't this a pleasant surprise? she thought. The discovery that you found her as appealing as she found you was the best thing she'd learned in a while. She decided to live a little and tell you the whole truth. "When you babble, it makes me want to kiss you."

Your eyes popped open and your mouth spread in a wide smile. You didn't know what had led to your good fortune, but you weren't going to question it. You licked your lips and your heart kicked when her eyes followed the movement. "Even when I babble about something stupid, like daylight savings?" you asked, audibly breathless.

She smirked a little. This time it was she who eased forward a little, causing you to sway toward her without thinking. She was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in her eyes and her mouth was close enough that you imagined you could feel her breath on your skin. That tempting mouth curved in amusement. "Especially when you babble about something stupid like daylight savings.”

"People think it's for farmers," you immediately launched into anything you could remember about why daylight savings sucks and is stupid, but you were barely thinking about the words coming out of your mouth, "but that doesn't make sense in a modern era with electric ligh--"

Natasha laughed, which had you slowing down, delighted to make her laugh out loud for the first time. She'd tell you later that she laughed internally at the things you said all the time. For now, you were simply enthralled at the sound of her laugh when you inspired it.

You didn't stop talking, however, until she took your face in her hands and stopped your words with a soft, almost tentative kiss. Slowly, gently, you slid your arms around her, pulling her close as she melted against you. She slid her arms around you in turn, enchanted by the soft generosity she found in your mouth, in your arms.

A long time later, she pulled away reluctantly, only to sink back in with a chuckle at the misty-eyed look of awed adoration you gave her. Silent and smiling, you'd been struck speechless and so opted to let her have her way, happy to follow where she led.

The next morning at 5:00 AM, according to the phone buzzing next to the bed, and 4:00 AM according to your body, Natasha leaned across you to turn off the alarm. When it was quiet in the impersonal dark of the motel room once more, she snuggled back down under the covers, her arm sliding around your waist as she rested her head on your shoulder. You smiled at the ceiling, delighted by the sunset cloud currently tickling your nose.

"You're right. I hate daylight savings," she murmured.

"See!" you whispered hotly as you cuddled close, delirious at the feel of her satin skin sliding against yours and incensed that you were going to have to give it up soon. "If not for daylight savings I’d get to spend another hour in bed with you. It's fucking stupid." That was as far as you got before Nat was rising over you in the dark to press her mouth against yours again.

For the first time in either of your careers, you nearly missed a mission because of daylight savings.

The End

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Opening Up to You

Opening Up to You | It’s October 31, 2009, and Dan and Phil aren’t together yet. Dan would very much so like to remedy this, if Phil will let him. And, well, maybe Dan is also ready to experience a sexual awakening. | Phan | Mature | 2009, Smut, Blowjobs, Frottage, Anal, Powerbottom!Dan, Confident!Dan, First Time, Confessions, Getting Together, Halloween | 11,137 Words

Written for the @phanfichallenge’s Anti-Trope Challenge, which you can find (here). The anti-trope challenge challenges us to write a fic using a known trope and put a spin on it - so I chose 2009 and their first time and shifted it over to Halloween, as well as making Dan as confident as can be <3

If you were wondering, as I have yet to introduce it to my readers, the phanfichallenge is a blog I created to challenge phanfiction authors via prompts with a twist! By taking part in these challenges, you get to win things like badges (images our admins have created!), and as time goes on, unlock achievements and the Hall of Fame! I hope to see you guys there <3

Endless thanks to @imnotinclinedtomaturity who made this not only 3K words longer than it was when I first wrote it, but for making it about ten times better than it was in it’s original form. You’re honestly the best <3

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

(ao3)

They smell like crappy beer, and the grease from the fish and chips they'd had earlier. Dan can feel that his face paint has smudged, more likely than not making him look like a complete and utter ponce under the flickering, fluorescent lights of his bedroom. Phil looks amazing beside him, though, as always. His own face paint has smudged, but in a cute way, the whiskers of his cat face beginning to blur until half of Phil's cheeks are a hazy sort of grey.

The color makes him look softer than he usually does. Dan isn't sure he's ever seen Phil out of control before, but in the low light of Dan's bedroom, hazy with the slightest bit of alcohol, and clothing rumpled from the push and pull of other bodies against them on the train home, Phil looks soft. The tension that usually holds his shoulders tight and rigid when he's around the world, the awkward, anxiety ridden mess that Dan knows him to truly be, seems completely dissipated here.

Maybe that's why Dan feels confident enough to step forward and let his hands fall to Phil's hips, the brown of the weird sleeve bit of his bear costume pressing ever so softly against the soft bit of Phil's sides that peak out from under the purple check of his shirt. Dan finds his eyes drawn to the squishy bit of skin there, the little bit of pudge that reminds Dan that Phil is real and alive and human, that no matter how perfect Dan thinks his best friend is, he's just the same as Dan, in the end.

The thought is reassuring. It, like the slow buzz of alcohol running through Dan's veins, allow him to drag his gaze up from the hem of Phil's shirt to look into his eyes.

Dan's parents aren't home. They're away for the weekend, at some kind of retreat their friends planned, allowing Dan a night of frolicking for Halloween. Dan's sure they know he got himself drunk, sure they know he isn't behaving like they asked him to, and he wonders, for just a moment, if they know what he's doing upstairs right now.

"Dan?" Phil asks, drawing him back and away from his thoughts. The blue of his eyes is hypnotizing. Dan can feel himself getting lost inside of them all over again, but Phil is talking. And Dan doesn't know how to not listen when Phil is talking.

"Dan, how drunk are you right now?"

"Buzzed, maybe," Dan answers earnestly. He can feel Phil's breath as it fans across his face, that's how close they are.

They've never done this before. Dan's never done this before. For how many days he and Phil had spent alone, together, at Phil’s house that week in October, Dan doesn't know how they haven't.

"Are you -"

"Phil," Dan says, cutting his best friend off. He can see the turmoil resting in his eyes, knows what Phil is thinking, but Dan isn't backing down. Not this time. Not when Phil looks so young, for once; not when he looks unguarded, and open, and Dan just wants to take.

He lets his fingers curl more firmly around Phil's hips, lets his fingers trail up so they're brushing actual, real, skin, and he stares at Phil with the most unguarded expression that he can manage.

He wants this. He’s wanted this for months. He wants Phil, and he’s been after him since the first time they actually skyped and Dan realized this was real. He’d broken up with his girlfriend that weekend, a relationship he’d been holding on to for far too long and which had burnt out ages ago. Phil had just been the one to make him see it, finally truly see it.

Now they’re home alone, and they’re tipsy, maybe, or at least Dan is, and he wants more than he’s ever wanted anything else in his life.

“Are you?” Dan blurts out, a little belated. He’s not sure if he’s tipsy from the desire rushing through his veins, and the way Phil’s eyes make him feel, or if it’s the alcohol blurring his thoughts, but he’ll admit that he’s a little bit intoxicated - off of Phil, and the shitty beer, and the situation they find themselves in right then.

Phil’s lips part slightly. Dan can see the teeniest hint of teeth, a soft pink tongue darting out to lick dry lips. Phil’s eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and he hasn’t drawn away yet. Dan doesn’t know if Phil wants this, doesn’t know if Phil sees him the same way Dan sees Phil, but he does know that he has to try. He can’t hold back any longer.

Dan has always been the kind of guy to reach out and take what he wants. He hides behind flirty words and self deprecating humor, but he’s never been one to shy away from a confrontation, not really. He’s never been one to back down once he’s made a decision, and tonight, Dan has made a decision.

“No,” Phil finally replies. Dan watches as his eyes dart from Dan’s, down to Dan’s lips, and back up. “Tipsy, at most. The greasy food helped,” Phil continues, clearly attempting to lighten the mood, to distract from the sudden heavy atmosphere sitting between them. He even lets out a soft chuckle, the husky sound of which goes straight to Dan’s dick, and Dan groans. He lets his eyes fall shut, lets his fingers tighten further, lets Phil know just how much Dan wants him, how much he needs him.

“Then you agree,” Dan says, opening his eyes, “That we’re both in our right minds enough to consent?”

Dan’s eyes bore into Phil’s, daring. Phil swallows, the movement so thick and loud in the quiet of Dan’s dim bedroom. Dan sees Phil’s adam’s apple bob, and more than anything in the world, he wants to get his mouth on it. He wants to litter Phil with bruising kisses to rival any Phil has ever gotten before. He wants to make love to every last inch of Phil’s skin, to shower the man in attention, and prove to him that Dan is worth it.

Worth whatever comes their way.

“Dan,” Phil breathes. He looks so uncertain, so hesitant, that it twists at something in Dan’s gut. That’s not the kind of look that Dan wants to see on anyone’s face, let alone someone he’s trying to woo. Let alone someone he wants to take to bed, to ask to be his boyfriend. He finds his own expression falling, and he pulls away despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to keep holding on to Phil’s hips, to keep their faces so close together that they can feel each other breathe.

Dan wants to kiss Phil more than he’s ever wanted anything else in the world, but he pulls away, because he’d never do anything to risk the friendship he’s cultivated here. Phil means more to Dan than sex.

Dan’s movement away causes Phil to let out the smallest, saddest whimper Dan has ever heard, and his eyes snap back up to look at him, to take in the way he bites his lip and stares like his heart is falling out of his chest. Dan doesn’t understand, but no matter how badly he wants to move back forward and bask in Phil’s touch, he knows that they need to talk first.

“What do you want from me, Phil?” Dan asks, before he can question what he’s saying, before he can decide that this is not the time, nor the place. This is the time. This is the place. Dan doesn’t want to dance around this anymore. He just wants Phil.

Phil closes his eyes. He looks so sad and confused that Dan wants to reach inside of his own chest and rip out his heart for making Phil feel this way. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he does know that he wants to fix this.

Phil doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even open his eyes. He looks so goddamn pained. The place between his brows is creased in a way that makes it look like Phil is crumpling in on himself, and Dan can practically see him trembling. He doesn’t know if Phil is holding himself back, or getting ready to reject Dan, but Dan can’t stop the next words that come out of his mouth.

“Because I want everything from you,” he says. “Because I want all of you.”

Phil’s eyes snap open and he stares up at Dan, blue eyes so, so fucking wide. Dan can’t remember the last time he saw Phil blink as much as he has in the last five minutes, but this expression, this expression is new. Phil is never lost for words, never surprised. He takes everything in stride and leaves Dan feeling like an awkward, unstable mess who doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing in the world.

There was a time when Dan thought he always looked effortlessly self assured, but he is nothing compared to Phil, who flirts back with such vigour that Dan wonders how he got so comfortable with it, and who laughs at Dan’s more sexual jokes as if they don’t send heat straight to his belly, and says the most outlandish and meaningful of things without breaking a sweat.

The first time Phil called Dan his best friend, it had come so far out of left field that Dan had blurted out, “Do you mean that?” and Phil had looked at him like he was the most precious thing on Earth.

Now, now Phil looks at Dan like he broke the goddamn world, or something. Dan doesn’t know what to do with that. All he can do is stare back helplessly, and shrug with a soft half-smirk on his lips to show Phil that he meant it; he meant every goddamn word, a little tipsy or not, and he’s never going to take them back.

“How do you know?” Phil asks. The words sound strangled, like he’s half forced them out, and half blurted them out, completely out of his control. His gaze is almost manic, terrified, vulnerable.

Dan finds himself stepping back into Phil’s personal bubble, letting his hands fall back to his waist, rucking up the bottom of his shirt and feeling a zing of heat rush through him at the touch of Phil’s warm skin under the palm of his hands. He can feel himself hungering for Phil. He’s dizzy with it. He licks his lips, eyes smoldering.

Phil stares back.

“I just do,” Dan says, because for all the words and the thoughts swirling around in his head, he doesn’t know how to articulate it.

Phil’s expression falls further, and he lets out a breathy sigh. He reaches up with long, pale hands and cards his fingers through his own hair, pushing his fringe up and back into a quiff, exposing the long length of his pale forehead.

He looks so gorgeous like this. He looks so gorgeous in every way. Dan wants nothing more than to lean in and press soft kisses to his forehead, and take care of him forever.

The world looks at Dan like he’s a twink, he knows they do. The world looks at Phil and thinks of him as an adult. They look at Dan and Phil together and they assume that Phil is the one who takes care of Dan, and he does, he does, but Dan wants to take care of Phil too. Dan is bigger than Phil. His shoulders are broader, his hands are larger, and he’s the big spoon when they do cuddle. Phil fits perfectly against his chest despite the fact that he’s taller than Dan, and Dan thinks that he could - that he could take care of Phil in ways that Phil has never been taken care of before.

Dan’s never had sex with another man. But he wants to, more than anything. He wants to show Phil that he is so much more than the emo kid who has the existentialist crises in the middle of the night, who cries and talks about depression and admits that he’s not all right. He wants to be the guy who can show Phil that he can be in control, too, that he can take care of Phil, too, that he can hold up Phil the same way that Phil has supported him and that he isn’t just some gay twink who wants to take Phil’s dick up the ass (though he does, god does he).

If only Phil would give him the chance.

“Dan,” Phil says, breaking him out of thoughts once again. Phil’s staring, only this time his eyes are somehow more intense. The displeasure, the pain and worry, is so much deeper, but he’s staring at Dan with a certain kind of single-mindedness that Dan recognizes. It’s the feeling that got him to reach out to Phil in the first place, to sync their lives up, and then, right now, to confess and trust that it was going to turn out alright.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have,” Phil finally confesses, and finally, finally, Dan sees his own fears reflected back at him. This isn’t a rejection. It’s so much more than that.

Phil doesn’t give him a chance to respond.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” Phil admits. The dogged single minded look is still secure and in place, but anxiety bleeds through Phil’s voice. He sounds nervous. Dan has never seen him like this before.

Confident Phil had never laid bare his insecurities to Dan before. Dan is desperate for him to continue.

“I don’t know what it all means, but I do know that I can’t lose you, Dan.”

Dan feels his chest tighten, the overwhelming urge to reach forward and kiss Phil surging so quickly through him that for a moment, he feels himself rocking forward before he catches himself and holds still. He won’t. Not yet. Not until he knows that it’s okay. Not until he’s sure that Phil won’t hate him in the morning.

For all the confidence Dan had been feeling before, it’s fading fast. But at the same time, it’s building in his chest, because Phil hasn’t said no.

“You won’t,” Dan finally says. He swallows, watches the ghost of doubt flash across Phil’s face, and speaks before Phil can tell him, “you don’t know that.”

“You won’t lose me, you know why?” Dan asks, pulling Phil flush against him and noticing with a sense of pride that Phil doesn’t resist the pull of Dan’s body against his. “Because whatever this is? I know it’s strong enough to take on anything. Phil…”

His face is so close now. So goddamn close that Dan would do anything to close the last little gap between them. He doesn’t. Instead, he lets his hands speak for him, running his fingers in small circles against Phil’s skin, and feeling Phil shudder in response to the touch. Dan lets his hands wander up, and then back down, exploring and comforting all in one. He just wants to touch.

Phil’s breathing is heavy. He looks so unsure, but Dan can see now - he can see the lust hiding in the way that his pupils have blown wide, and it gives him the confidence to admit to something he knows he shouldn’t be feeling so soon, but that every fibre of his being knows is true.

“I love you.”

It’s a bombshell. Dan knows that it’s a bombshell, but he doesn’t hold it back. He lets the terror and the adrenaline rush through him as the words burst free, watches Phil’s eyes go wide, and finds himself laughing at the look of pure, stunned disbelief on Phil’s face.

He means every goddamn word.

“I’m in love with you, every part of you. It’s more than… than hero worship, or your celebrity status, or whatever. I’m in love with you, Phil Lester, the man who hides behind AmazingPhil and the guys who laughs at my corny jokes,” Dan says, letting his hands drift back to Phil’s hips, squeezing lightly because he’s nervous and he doesn’t want to let go. “I’m in love with every last bit of your quirky mind, the way you think, and how you express yourself. I’m in love with your self confidence, and the way you hold yourself tall in the face of adversity, and I know that I would do anything to make sure that I never lose you. Phil,” Dan trails off, his breathing heavy and strained, his eyes threatening to fall shut as he stares at Phil, the way Phil stares back, stunned, and Dan tries not to lean in and just kiss him already.

He lets himself squeeze, lets his hands drift back up, encasing Phil’s ribcage, petting him, because it’s all that he has left now. He’s frozen, unsure, but oh so goddamn ready.

“Phil...I want everything with you. I don’t think that… more will ruin us. But I won’t push it if you say no. I swear,” he breathes.

His eyes fall shut, but he doesn’t let Phil go. His hands are like vices on Phil’s hips again because he can’t help it. Phil’s body is so fucking warm against his, everywhere they touch it feels like sparks are flying, and Dan wants so fucking much more, but he won’t, he won’t -

And then Phil kisses him.

His mouth is like nothing Dan has ever experienced before. There’s the hint of stubble rubbing against Dan’s face, and his lips are dryer than Dan’s ex-girlfriends ever were, and he doesn’t taste like anything but skin, but it’s good. It’s so fucking good because it’s Phil, and there is nothing better in the world to Dan than Phil.

Dan’s hands shift, push up under Phil’s shirt, grasp at warm skin and curl around Phil until Dan’s hugging him around the waist. He can feel how small Phil is like this, how slight and scrawny he is, but he loves it. Phil is taller than him though, so Dan has to arch his head up a little to get the perfect angle for the kiss, but he doesn’t care.

Phil’s hands come up to grasp at his cheeks, palms hot, and the feeling so intense that Dan doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s even better than the touch of his ex-girlfriend’s hands when she held his face in place, because Phil’s hands are soft, too, but they’re bigger and warmer and somehow just so much more. He never wants Phil to let go as he sucks at Phil’s bottom lip, presses his tongue up against him, and tilts his head so he can get inside. He’s kissed plenty of people before, but never Phil, and this is. This is intense. It is everything that Dan has been missing for so long.

Their noses brush together. Their breathing grows rushed and desperate. Dan can feel Phil huffing against him. He doesn’t know how far he’s allowed to take this, but he doesn’t want to stop now if he doesn’t have too. Dan finds himself sucking at Phil’s tongue, letting pleasure wash over him like a wave, and sinks into the sensation of kissing Phil Lester.

The Phil Lester. This is every dream that Dan has ever had.

When they finally pull apart, Dan is certain that his cheeks are bright red, that he looks a mess. He’s certain that his hair is mussed up from where Phil has slid his fingers in, tangling them with his locks, and yanking Dan closer, despite the fact that they were already so close that Dan couldn’t breathe.

“Wow,” Dan says, because he doesn’t know what else to say, and Phil just kissed him. Phil kissed him. Did that mean…?

“Does this mean…?”

“Yes,” Phil manages to croak out, eyes blown wide with lust as he drags Dan back in for another kiss. “Everything,” Phil whispers into his mouth, as if the sentiment hadn’t been clear enough. “I want everything, too.”

They kiss. Dan takes the lead, sucking at Phil’s lips and encouraging him to let Dan in. Phil’s still hesitant, like he doesn’t know what to do with Dan, what he’s allowed to do, but Dan doesn’t mind. He’s never been afraid to show someone exactly what he wants. Phil’s hands have moved from Dan’s hair to his neck, though, rucking up his hair in the back, and carding his fingers up his skull. Meanwhile, Dan’s hands fumble to Phil’s back, pushing up at his shirt, wanting it gone already but unwilling to pull back from Phil long enough to undo his buttons.

He’s far too distracted by Phil’s lips on his, anyway, to care much about anything else. He’s wanted this for so long, and now that he finally has it, he’s dizzy with it. His breathing is already heavy, he’s long gone to the pleasure of it all, and he can feel his cock hardening in his pants. The stupid bear costume thing he has on is far too hot. Dan feels like he’s burning up from the inside out, but he doesn’t bother to remedy this either.

Instead, he starts pushing Phil backwards towards his bed, pressing long-overdo kisses to his mouth over and over again until Phil’s knees hit the bed and he falls backwards, sprawling out just the way that Dan wants him.

He stares up at Dan with wide eyes full of desperation, and Dan doesn’t waste another second pulling the top half of of his costume over his head. He needs it off right now.

He’s not wearing a shirt underneath, but Dan is good at sex. He’s always been good at sex. He’d done well enough with his ex-girlfriend, and he knows from the comments he gets on his photobooth that guys and girls alike are attracted to his body. He knows, objectively, that he’s hot, so he doesn’t bother to hide his body from Phil as he leans back over him and kisses him, hot and hard, on the mouth.

Phil’s hands reach up to touch, and he holds Dan like he’s something precious. He caresses over naked skin, making Dan shiver from the touch, and he lets Dan plunder his mouth the way Dan wants to. One of Dan’s hands works to hold him up, while the other starts to fumble at the buttons of Phil’s shirt, until, finally, Phil starts to laugh at his jumbled attempts.

“Here,” Phil says, pulling away from Dan. His eyes sparkle with humor and affection, a far cry from the worry and insecurity that had shined in their depths earlier. His lips are curved in that beautiful smile Dan loves so much, only this time his lips are red from the suction of Dan’s, and his eyes are half-lidded in a way that bellies the feel of Phil’s cock growing under Dan’s body. Dan pulls back, watches Phil prop himself up on his elbows, and reach for his own midsection, deft, long fingers pulling at the buttons on his shirt.

Every movement sends a blaze of desire through Dan. He can’t stop staring. Phil’s fingers are so goddamn long, a sharp contrast to Dan’s stubby, thick fingers. Dan wants to hold them, to feel what it’s like to twine their hands together, to watch his own engulf Phil’s. God, just the idea of it has Dan reaching out to cover one of Phil’s hands with his, Phil’s shirt half undone and beginning to droop at his shoulders.

Phil stops and looks up at Dan, eyes soft and searching. Dan doesn’t say a word, just encases Phil’s hands with his and leans back in for a kiss.

This one is softer, sweeter. There’s a hint of teeth as Dan nips and sucks, the slide of tongue, but it’s slow now. It’s not so rushed and filled with pent-up desire. It’s a slow wave of heat through Dan’s body, making him thrum with want and need, but most of all it’s just… affection. Dan’s chest feels full with love for this man pressed up underneath him, the feel of bare flesh against bare flesh beginning to make Dan shiver.

His lips disconnect from Phil’s as he searches for air, but Phil doesn’t let up. He leans up to press kisses to Dan’s jaw, to drag the heat of his mouth across Dan’s face and down his sensitive neck, laving kisses against every inch of skin. Dan moans for the first time that night, a loud, gasp-like sound of shock that makes Phil giggle as he keeps going, moving his tongue down, down, down, until his mouth is on Dan’s clavicles and he’s properly sucking now, biting at the jut of bone that Dan knows is sexy as hell.

He can’t take it. He ruts his hips down, eyes falling shut as his hips connect with Phil’s and their cocks rub together through denim. Phil lets out a soft sounding huff against the hollow of Dan’s throat, but doesn’t let up the movements of his mouth. It feels like he’s on a mission, trying to explore all of Dan, his hands moving to Dan’s ribcage and stroking the skin there. It’s everything that Dan could ever ask for, but he wants more. So much more.

He wants his mouth on Phil, right here and right now, like he’s been dreaming about for months.

Shaking, Dan draws his body back, relieves the pressure of his cock against Phil’s, forces Phil’s mouth away from his clavicle.

Their love making is nothing like Dan had imagined it would be. It’s not rushed, or needy. It’s slow and passionate, and he just wants it to keep going. He never wants it to end.

“What’s wrong?” Phil asks, eyes sliding open now that he isn’t able to get his mouth all over Dan. Dan shakes his head, reaches for the last of Phil’s buttons, and undoes them with shaky hands.

“I want to touch you,” Dan explains, pushing himself back so he’s sat on his calves and he can push Phil’s shirt open. The worn fabric feels good against Dan’s hand, but nothing is like the way it parts and reveals every last inch of Phil’s pale skin, the slight pudge of his stomach, his love handles that Dan had been playing with earlier. He has a freckle next to his belly button, and there’s a smattering of hair on his chest, something that Dan has never experienced before. There is no swell of breasts like Dan is used to, but Dan doesn’t care.

This man is more beautiful than anyone Dan has ever seen before.

He lets his hands sweep over Phil’s chest, over pert, peaked nipples, cold from the sudden burst of air, and watches the way Phil’s entire body shivers at the touch. He twines his fingers in coarse chest hair, mesmerized, and trails his hands down to the happy trail that extends from Phil’s belly button and disappears into the v of his hips.

Dan knows what is at the end of that trail, and he wants nothing more than to touch it.

“I want to touch all of you,” Dan continues, surprised at the surety in his voice as he rips his gaze from Phil's torso and up to his eyes. He tries for flirty, is certain he misses the mark, but it doesn’t matter. His ex-girlfriend used to tell him he was so hot in bed because he said what he wanted and meant it, and he took without reserve. Dan didn’t have to be good at dirty talk to be good in bed.

Phil groans. He tosses an arm over his eyes, revealing something else Dan isn’t used to; armpit hair. Surprisingly, it doesn’t turn him off, and he stares and rakes his gaze over Phil’s long arms the same way he’s taken in every other inch of Phil.

“Phil, you’re gorgeous,” Dan continues, because he can, and because he means it, and because he wants Phil to know. “I want to get my mouth all over you, mark you up. Make you mine,” he adds, because he’s never going to not be possessive, and Phil might as well hear it from him now.

Phil doesn’t complain. He lets out another soft little whimper, his hips canting upwards, and Dan takes this as permission. He shuffles down Phil’s body, bends at the waist, allows his mouth to catch at Phil's collarbones the same way Phil’s mouth had caught at his own. Phil’s aren’t as deep, as wide, or prominent, but they’re there, and they’re warm to Dan’s touch, receptive. Dan licks over the bone, bites a little, and moves on. He lets his lips trail past Phil’s nipples, circling one with the tip of his tongue and watching it grow sharp and hard, ready for so much more. Dan doesn’t give it to him.

Instead, he moves his mouth further, laying kisses and soft little nips against Phil’s body until he reaches the parts he loves the most - the soft pudge at Phil’s ribcage, soft skin ready to be marked. Dan sucks, then. He takes Phil’s skin into his mouth and he makes love to it with his tongue and his teeth, feeling it bruise under his mouth and loving the way Phil arches under him. Phil doesn’t moan much. He lets out these soft little whimpers instead, interspersed with groans as Dan moves, letting go of one spot and moving down to mark another.

Meanwhile, Dan’s hands brace against Phil’s hips, move to press against the bulge in his trousers, work at the zip and the button because he can and he wants and he needs the damn things off eventually anyway. Phil’s hips jerk into his touch, and the warm press of him turns Dan on more than he could have imagined.

He’s never touched another man’s dick, but he knows that now that he has, he’ll never want to stop again. Phil just feels so full underneath him, and boobs are amazing, but there’s nothing like being able to feel how much you turn someone on. The wetness of a woman just doesn’t compare, and Dan isn’t sure how he never realized before.

“Dan,” Phil gasps, reaching down to press warm palms to Dan’s cheeks, dragging him away from his task and back up for a wet kiss. Phil’s mouth is wide open, and he’s panting against Dan, but it’s good. It’s good because Dan can feel Phil’s desperation in the way he draws Dan between his legs and he shoves his leg between Dan’s as he ruts up into him. He can feel it in the way that Phil grasps at his back, at his arms, and his ribcage, holding on as tight as he can, hands moving, moving, moving. Endless. Phil can’t seem to stop, but Dan doesn’t mind.

He’s done this. He’s driven Phil mad.

“Dan,” Phil gasps against Dan’s lips. “No more teasing, come on.”

This time, Dan laughs. He hadn’t meant to tease, he just - he wanted to touch all of Phil.

“I told you,” Dan whispers against Phil’s lips, leaning in to peck him over and over and over again. “I want everything.”

Dan feels Phil shudder at the words, and manages to disentangle himself from Phil’s limbs. He wasn’t done exploring and marking, but he supposes he can push further ahead. Besides, this won’t be the last time, right?

Suddenly, Dan pauses halfway down Phil’s body, and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. Sure, Phil had consented to this, but what if - what if -

“This won’t be - the only time, will it?”

Phil eyes shoot open at the question. He’d been panting, clearly delirious, tense and waiting for more of Dan’s touch, but now he stares down at Dan with a different kind of tension, something more knowing, and warm. He cocks a smile, reaches up to brace his hands on Dan’s hips. Dan’s hips twitch, wanting more.

“No,” Phil replies. “Pinky promise. Now that I have you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.” His voice goes husky, and Dan feels his breath leave his lungs. He feels his body release a tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he thumbs over the marks he’s left on Phil’s body, a trail of biting kisses on the right side of his ribcage.

It’s beautiful, and Dan is tired of waiting.

Phil’s jeans are undone. Dan climbs off of him and starts to yank them off of Phil’s hips. Phil gets the memo and starts to help, wiggling out of the tight fabric and yanking his boxers down with them. Dan’s eyes go straight to his cock as it bounces forward, no longer restricted, nestled in a mass of ginger curls.

Dan’s mouth almost waters.

It’s thick, bigger than even their friends had guessed at. How often had the internet joked with Dan about Phil having a monster cock, and Dan had joined in the fun, all but confirming this as fact? Phil doesn’t have a monster cock, but it’s far from a let down; it’s a little bigger than average, thick rather than long, and throbbing as it bobs. The tip is pink, the same color of Phil’s lips. He’s uncut, just like Dan, and oh so fucking beautiful.

“Have you ever…?” Phil asks, breaking Dan out of his staring long enough to dart his eyes back up to Phil’s face. Phil looks apprehensive all of a sudden, unsure, and Dan whimpers a sigh of loss when Phil pulls his legs up, as if he’s trying to hide something, to cover up. Dan reaches for Phil’s legs, pulls them back, and is incredibly grateful that he finds no resistance.

He shakes his head.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You don’t have to, we can - I can -”

“I want to,” Dan says, cutting Phil off before he can get another word in edgewise. Phil shuts up, staring down at Dan with wide, concerned eyes, but Dan doesn’t care. His mouth is practically salivating for Phil’s cock. He wants it, and he’s not willing to wait. “God, do I want to,” Dan adds, reaching out to touch. His fingers wrap around Phil’s cock, a familiar feeling only somewhat different to his own

Phil’s cock is like warm silk, pusling in his hand. The skin here is so fucking soft. Dan pumps a few times, pushes Phil’s foreskin up and over the head, and pulls back down. Phil’s eyes close, and he lets out another groan, straight from the back of his throat. His hips pump into Dan’s hand. Dan is mesmerized. He’s had this done to him, and he’s done it to himself, but he’s never done this to another person, and the control of it all… the feel…

He used to eat his ex-girlfriend out. He knows there is almost nothing the same between a dick and a vagina, but she’d always said he was good at eating her out - the sounds she’d made were testament to that. Surely, he’d be good at giving head, too.

Dan shuffles further down Phil’s body, fully intent on getting Phil’s dick on his mouth, and finds that his concentration has settled solely on the way Phil’s thighs quiver and his dick twitches in Dan’s hand. He almost forgets that Phil exists at all other than this part of him until Dan quite literally gets his mouth around his dick and hears Phil let out the sharpest keening noise Dan has ever heard.

He doesn’t pull back. Phil tastes like musk and he smells like heaven and his dick throbs under Dan’s tongue. It stretches at his mouth and he’s only got the tip in, but he doesn’t stop there. Now that he’s got a taste, he wants more, and whatever he lacks in skill he knows he can make up for in enthusiasm. Phil doesn’t seem to mind regardless, if the muffled sounds he’s making are anything to go by, let alone the way his hips twitch and he seems to be forcing them to stay seated on the bed.

Dan grins, because blowjobs are always good, but a good blowjob. Now that is something else, and Dan totally plans to give Phil the best blowjob of his life. Or, well, one of the best, because lord knows Dan’s going to need some practice. Practice he’s more than willing to do with Phil.

“Shit, Dan,” Phil groans. The words spur Dan on, because he’s only just started, but already he’s managed to make Phil curse.

Dan starts to bob his head, one hand still on the base of Phil’s dick, jerking it with every movement. He lets his tongue rub at the bottom of Phil’s dick, sticks it out as far as he can until he’s licking his own fingers with every swipe, and Phil seems to enjoy it. Dan gets his own mouth wet, doesn’t swallow back the spit, lets it drip through the creases of his lips, and Phil lets out a sound Dan’s never heard him make before. It’s some kind of cross between a whimper and a groan, and it sounds so good coming from Phil’s husky throat.

“How - how are you so good at this already?” Phil manages to grit out, hips twitching as he squirms on the bed. Dan’s never heard him so far gone, and it makes his own dick jerk between his legs.

He finds himself working harder at Phil’s dick, wanting to prove that he can do this, that he can take Phil apart one long suck at a time. Dan purses his lips and sucks.

“Fuck, Dan!”

Long fingers tangle into Dan’s hair, but Phil doesn’t pull. He just kind of holds Dan, fingers scrambling, caressing Dan’s cheeks, and then moving back up to tangle in his hair. It’s like Phil doesn’t know what to do with himself. His hips must be aching with the effort Dan can see he’s making to hold still, and Dan doesn’t blame him.

He makes the blow job as wet as he knows how, sure that Phil will enjoy it just as much as Dan did when his ex-girlfriend used every last inch of her mouth. Then he takes more, and more, tries to find his gag reflex, and flinches back when he hits it. He gags around Phil’s cock, feels the way Phil convulses and gasps, and then suddenly, Phil’s hands are tugging at Dan’s hair, forcing him to pull back, to come up and off of Phil’s dick, so he’s hovering just inches above it.

Dan does so willingly, confused eyes searching Phil’s face only to find him staring, completely flushed and absolutely trembling, with a look of naked need in his gaze.

“I’m - I’m close,” Phil manages to gasp. “You can - finish with your - your hand,” he adds. Dan doesn’t understand. Did Phil not like his mouth? If he’s close already, doesn’t that mean it was good?

Phil seems to read the confusion in Dan’s gaze, because he says, “Some people don’t like the taste,” and suddenly Dan understands. Phil hadn’t wanted to push Dan, or make him take what was coming. Dan knows, suddenly, that if Dan had gone on any longer, Phil wasn’t going to be able to let Dan come off until he’d finished working himself through his orgasm.

In a way, Dan is grateful, but not because he isn’t totally willing to suck down every last inch of Phil’s cum, but because suddenly, he is once again very aware of his own throbbing erection and what he actually, truly wants.

He wants Phil to fuck him.

Scrambling away from Phil’s body, Dan doesn’t even think to explain as he drags his own jeans off of his legs, boxers going with them. Phil lets out a soft whimpery sound of confusion, and Dan turns back around with wide brown eyes.

“Sorry, shit,” he explains. “I didn’t - I was hoping,” Dan stutters out, breathless, as he flings the rest of his clothes off - jeans, boxers, weird arm things, gone. Instantly, he’s back hovering over Phil’s body, his hand reaching to touch Phil’s cock, to stroke it gently, but not too much. He doesn’t want Phil to come yet. Phil can’t.

Please, no. He can’t.

“I want you to fuck me,” Dan finally explains after a moment, and loves the way Phil’s hips buck at the words and he lets out an actual moan. His eyes squeeze shut, and his chest seems to glow hotter, redder. The reaction spurs Dan on, and he leans in to kiss at Phil’s neck, open mouthed and messy. “I’ve been dreaming about it for months, Phil. What it would feel like to have you inside me,” he says.

Phil’s hands come up to squeeze at Dan’s hips, fingers tight and bruising. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do with himself all over again, and it makes Dan’s body ache.

Their entire naked bodies are touching now. Dan’s cock keeps pressing insistently into Phil’s hip, and Dan can feel Phil rolling his hips up and into Dan’s unclothed dick. Its erotic, probably the most erotic thing that’s happened tonight, in a weird way. Dan’s had his mouth all over Phil, sure, but now he’s got his entire body pressed up to Phil’s without any clothes on, and it feels liberating. It feels like coming home.

Dan wants to choke at the thought of it.

He’s so far gone it’s not even funny. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop loving Phil Lester.

“We can’t,” Phil finally gasps out, hip still rocking, fingers still gripping, panting as he moves. He’s started up a proper rythym now, their cocks bumping alongside each other as they rock. Dan can’t keep himself from answering the motion, and for a moment, he doesn’t quite catch the meaning of Phil’s words.

But then he does.

Dan pulls away from Phil’s neck, a little hurt, a little confused, and finds that Phil’s eyes are squeezed shut and he’s biting at his lip, and he’s panting harshly through his nose. Dan stares at him, at the little creases by his mouth. He stares at the furrow of Phil’s brow, and asks, “Why?”

Phil groans. He’d clearly been hoping Dan wouldn’t ask that.

“Do you not want to, or...?” Dan asks, unsure. He finds himself biting at his own bottom lip, as he takes in how hard Phil is working to keep himself under control. Dan feels like the only one out of control tonight, but at the same time, he feels uniquely in control. He feels liberated, like he’s taking everything he wants and getting it - except this.

Phil’s eyes somehow manage to scrunch up tighter.

“No, it’s not - not that. I want to. God, I want to,” he gasps, fingers running up and down Dan’s ribcage now. He feels so good touching Dan like that. Dan never wants him to stop.

It helps that he knows, now, that Phil does want him.

“Then why?” Dan whispers against Phil’s neck, once again pressing soft kisses to the skin there, teasing with tongue and lips. He wants Phil to let him have this, but he’s not going to push him. If all they get is frottage and blowjobs tonight, then so be it. Dan will take anything he can get.

But he really wants Phil to fuck him.

“Dan,” Phil gasps. “We can’t, you’re - you’ve never done this before,” he manages, which. Well. True. But Dan doesn’t care.

He’s fingered himself before. He’s stretched, and prepped, and found his prostate. He knows that he likes how it feels, knows he’d been fantasizing about this since before he had a girlfriend, had even tried to encourage her to do it to him, but she’d never said yes. Dan knows that he wants this more than anything, and he needs Phil to know too.

“No, not with a man,” he admits, “Not with a woman, either. But I have fingered myself, Phil, and it feels so fucking good. I want to know what it’ll feel like if it’s you inside of me, instead of my fingers. I want to know what it’ll feel like to be stuffed full of you, to have you fill me up. I want to be connected to you, Phil, please. Let me have this,” Dan says, and he can feel his own voice going desperate with want.

Phil’s squirming underneath him. His body feels so goddamn warm against Dan’s. Dan can feel the drizzle of wetness against his belly that isn’t his quickly drying spit, and he knows what it is; Phil’s cock is jerking and smearing pre-cum against Dan’s belly now. It is the most erotic sensation in the world.

“Fuck,” Phil curses, and flails a hand out and away from Dan’s body, like he’s trying to pull himself together and force himself to think straight. Dan wishes he could take that all away, make Phil so goddamn wanton for it that he doesn’t think, just takes, but he supposes for a first time he’s glad that Phil is holding on so well to his self control.

One day, Dan wants Phil to fuck him without abandon, but maybe their first time isn’t the best place for that. The fact that Phil is hesitating so much, desperate for more but also desperate to take care of Dan, makes Dan feel warm inside.

Even still, Dan doesn’t stop kissing Phil’s neck. He lets the rhythm of their hips carry him on, continues to let their bodies grind together, and loves the fact that he can feel Phil’s thighs twitch. His legs are spread so far open for Dan, it’s invigorating. Dan almost wants to pull back and have a look at Phil all spread out for him, but he’s enjoying the taste of salty skin too much, enjoying the way his movements make Phil pant and groan and arch up into Dan until Dan can feel the scratch of hair against his own bare chest.

Nothing about this is familiar. It’s so new that Dan is gagging for it. He finds himself moaning against Phil’s throat just from this alone, and lets his fingernails dig into Phil’s ribs.

“Okay!” Phil gasps, “Okay, okay, okay, if you’re sure, Dan, please,” he whimpers. Dan pulls away, surprised but fucking excited, because Phil’s going to let him have this. Phil is actually going to fuck him, and Dan has never been more excited in his life.

“I have condoms - there’s condoms in my - my wallet, I - please tell me you have lube. I don’t want to hurt you,” Phil manages around huge lungfuls of air, still canting hips hips against Dan because he can’t seem to stop.

Dan surges in for a kiss full of gratitude, his hands moving to cup Phil’s cheeks and draw him in close. He finds himself moaning against Phil’s lips as Phil’s thighs quake underneath him, and his mouth surges up to meet Dan’s just as eagerly.

“You won’t hurt me, I promise. Please, Phil, please, just give me this. I want you inside of me,” Dan gasps, pulling back from Phil’s lips to stare earnestly at him. He’s never wanted anything more than he wants this. “I’ve got lube,” he adds, because Phil’s eyes are pinched shut, and he looks a little like he’s holding himself back all over again.

Rather than answering, Phil just kind of nods. Dan can see that he’s moved his hands to the duvet, and his fingers are curled so tightly into the fabric Dan fears it might rip. He doesn’t care.

Putting the worry out of his mind, Dan climbs off of Phil, and jumps from the bed. His weeping cock protests with a violent twitch, but Dan doesn’t care. He’s about to get something so much better than grinding against Phil. .

Phil doesn’t even bother to open his eyes at the loss of Dan. He looks too busy holding himself back from reaching down and taking his cock into his hands.

Dan can’t blame him. There’s as part of him yearning to go right back over to Phil and climb on top of him to finish what they were doing - but he’s got better things waiting for his future. Dan goes over to his dresser first, rummaging around his top drawer for the hidden bottle of lube he keeps under his underwear and sometimes behind his socks. He fumbles once he’s got his fingers properly around it, far too eager and turned on to not have shaking hands, and then chucks the bottle over at Phil.

With his dresser closed, Dan starts looking around his floor for Phil’s discarded jeans, and finds them nearly inside out at the foot of his bed. He’s trembling all over, desperate to get back to Phil, eyes darting back and forth from his bedroom to Phil’s body, all spread out for him.

Phil’s legs are so wiry, his thighs so inviting.

Dan snaps his attention back to Phil’s jeans, and kneels to search for his wallet.

One day, he wants to take Phil raw, but not today.

His fingers fumble for Phil’s wallet, draws the marvel themed fabric from his pocket, and flips it open in search for a condom. What he finds is not one, not two, but three condoms, all relatively new looking, and Dan suddenly finds himself wondering how many Phil has used in his lifetime, how often he has to replace them, and if he does so to prevent wear and tear, or because he uses them just that often.

Dan shoves the thought out of his head, not willing to throw himself into a jealous rage when he’s so close to getting what he wants, and instead pulls out a single condom for now because he doesn’t think he’s going to have a round two in him. Not tonight.

“Here,” Dan mumbles. “Prep yourself,” he adds, as he climbs back up as well, and watches Phil scramble with the packaging on the condom. His arms are shaking, something that Dan finds arousing rather than off putting, and he grabs the lube, desperate to get on with this. At the same time, Dan wants nothing more than to take his time, to hold onto this moment for as long as he can.

Dan slicks up three off his fingers, making sure they’re all as slick as he can get them. He doesn’t want this part to take any longer than it has to - honestly, he’d rather have Phil being the one to do this for him, taking him apart bit by bit, but not tonight. Tonight, he just wants Phil’s cock.

They can try out other things another time. Dan knows that neither he nor Phil can take much more. They’ve both been so close for so long tonight and they both want, need to finally be together.

Phil finally gets the condom free, and reaches to stretch it down over his dick. Dan can’t seem to help from watching the way the latex stretches, filling up with Phil the way Dan wants to be filled up. The slow glide, the way the condom catches on Phil’s cock, makes Dan shudder with desperate desire.

He hands the tube of lube over the moment Phil looks up from his task, catches his eyes, and hopes that Phil can see the desire written clear across Dan’s face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Dan reassures, him, offering Phil a smile, and nodding at the tube of lube. Phil stares at him for a moment, probably to make sure, before fumbling with the lube and popping the cap to get the moisture onto his hand.

As Phil reaches for his cock to slick it up, Dan climbs over top of him, sitting on his thighs, and watches, entranced, as Phil’s hand slid over his dick to begin slicking it up. At the same time, Dan bends forward and reaches behind himself to prod at his entrance. The puckered skin opens up to him easily as he slides in one finger, pumping it quickly.

Dan doesn’t much care for the pleasurable feeling right then, doesn’t care about the tease. He just preps himself as quickly as he can, desperate to have his body engulfing Phil already the way Phil’s hand currently is.

“Close,” Phil gasps, dropping his hand from his dick and grasping tightly at sheets as his hips jerk. The movement causes Dan’s finger to slip in further, and he groans, pressing in a second alongside the first as he pulls back out, and presses back down. Phil’s biting his bottom lip, and his cock is glistening, bobbing, waiting for Dan.

Dan wants it more than anything else in the world.

“Don’t come yet, please,” Dan begs, because they haven’t gotten to the best part yet. Phil nods his head distractedly and reaches for Dan’s hips, closing tight around them. Dan can feel Phil attempting to rub soothing circles into the skin there, but he’s seem to be far too coiled with tension as he sits on the verge of orgasm.

Dan stares down at Phil and wonders if he’s okay.

“Dan,” Phil asks, eyes wide as he stares up at Dan, “Are you sure about this?”

Dan doesn’t even hesitate before he nods.

One of Phil’s hands dips inwards, lightly grazing against Dan’s cock and balls. The sensation spurs him on and he redoubles his efforts to stretch, groaning and letting his eyes drift shut. For a moment, he loses all ability to speak, so instead, he rides his fingers like he does when he’s at home alone.

Finally, when he regains his composure, Dan murmurs, “More sure than I’ve ever been. I want you.” Dan takes that moment to press in a third finger.

Three fingers is always a stretch. When he’s alone, he often doesn’t bother. It sort of hurts, sending a zing of pleasure up Dan’s spine and burning at his body. He looks down at Phil’s cock, which is throbbing inside the condom. He knows that Phil is larger than three fingers, and he knows that if he can just get past this little bit of uncomfortableness, he can have so much more pleasure than he’s ever known. To distract himself, Dan leans over Phil’s body and kisses him.

Phil’s hands move from Dan’s hips down to his thighs, petting over the quivering muscles there. Dan’s sure the pleasure would be too much for him if he weren’t already distracted by the burn of three fingers, but as it is, the pleasure is pretty good. He hadn’t realized how much he liked being touched there before Phil; his ex-girlfriend had so rarely focused on Dan’s body. It had always been him focusing on her.

Maybe Phil could change that for him.

As their kisses grow more and more sloppy, and Phil’s hands roam further up and down Dan’s thighs, teasing at the inside crease when they come up but avoiding touching Dan’s cock or balls entirely, Dan finds himself becoming more and more relaxed. The feel of Phil’s mouth against his is comforting, this hands a warm, welcome touch, and these things combined make the sensation of three fingers far more comfortable and pleasurable than it’s ever been before.

Finally, Dan pulls his fingers free, and he stares down at Phil with wide, desperate eyes. His lips are wet, he can feel it, and Phil’s mouth is a dark, plump red. His hair is mucked up and sexy as fuck. To be honest, Phil looked like Dan had fucked him.

Dan grins down at him.

“Fuck me, Philip,” he teases. Phil’s hands finally move from Dan’s thighs and back up to much safer territory at his hips, but Dan still shudders anyway. His cock twitches with the desire for Phil to touch him there, but mentally, Dan knows that that would not be a good idea right now.

One day, he will have Phil’s hands all over his dick, but tonight he wants so much more.

“Gladly, Daniel,” Phil whispers back, situating Dan on top of him exactly the way that he wants him. Phil’s thighs are spread, and Dan’s legs are sprawled out on either side of him a little ungainly. Neither really notice, too busy staring at the way their bodies align as Phil moves Dan so that his cock is pressed between Dan’s thighs, disappearing behind the cleft of his ass.

Dan’s breathless himself at the sight of it, vision going a little hazy. He can feel himself begging to fall apart already, and they aren’t even fucking yet. Still. Just the sight of Phil like this, spread underneath him, is amazing. Dan’s heart is racing in his chest, a combination of exertion and excitement.

Phil stares between their bodies, no doubt taking in the sight of his own dick between Dan’s cheeks.

Desperate to get to the best part, Dan fucks his hips down onto Phil’s body, feels the wet slide of their skin, and whines as Phil’s cock fails to press into him, instead slipping away from him.

“Patience,” Phil laughs, fingers tightening on Dan’s hips, showing him the way to move, and dragging Dan back into the right spot for Phil’s dick to press into him. “Let me,” he adds, and lets go with one hand in order to reach behind Dan and take hold of his own dick - or at least, Dan assumes that’s what he’s doing, because now he can feel the blunt head of Phil’s cock pressing against his entrance, and the feeling sends as heady rush of pleasure through Dan’s veins.

That’s when Dan starts to feel himself being spread open by Phil’s dick, his body sliding down onto the thick length. He finds himself keening at the sensation, far more vivid and real than Dan ever could have imagined. There’s a slight burn where Phil stretches him, but they’re both so slick with lube that it’s almost nonexistent. Instead, there’s nothing but heat and a spark of pleasure slowly ricocheting throughout Dan’s entire body.

Phil doesn’t moan. While Dan pants and twists on Phil’s dick, allowing his body to move slowly as Phil guides his dick in, Phil doesn’t make a noise. Instead, he bites his lips and holds his tongue, seemingly concentrated on nothing more than breaching Dan as slowly and as carefully as he can imagine. Dan can’t vocalize how grateful he is, but he’s sure Phil gets it anyway.

The man’s restraint is beyond anything Dan could have imagined. Had it been him fucking someone like this, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself.

As it is, he almost forces himself down on Phil’s cock quicker. He holds himself back, whining at every inch that presses inside of him, the slow drag of Phil’s cock against his walls absolute bliss.

Finally, finally, Phil bottoms out inside of Dan. Dan can tell because Phil releases his hand from around his cock, wiggles out from between their bodies, and presses up so entirely that Dan can feel his balls slapping against his arse. The slick feeling of it is beyond heady, and Dan can do nothing but stare down at Phil slack jawed as Phil stares up at him in pure ecstasy.

He’s full. He’s fucking full of Phil and it’s the best feeling in the world. Dan’s eyes are half-lidded, and he licks his lips. He wants more, so much more, his cock throbbing for it, but he’s not ready to give this up yet. He doesn’t want to feel Phil slip back out just to slam back in just yet. He wants to hold onto this moment forever.

“Tight,” Phil groans, hands scrabbling for purchase on Dan’s hips. “Okay?” Phil asks, vocabulary reduced to single words.

Dan nods, says, “Fuck yes,” and then shifts his hips and fucking keens as Phil’s cock presses into Dan’s prostate. His head falls back in euphoria. As much as he wants to go slowly, to savor every second of this, he can feel his instincts taking over.

He can’t stop then. His hips start to rock, and he starts to move without so much as a word to Phil. He pulls himself up, feels Phil pull him back down, and gets lost in the feeling of working his body onto Phil’s dick. This is something that Dan had never known, and he’s mad. He’s mad that he’s never had this before, but at the same time, glad that Phil is his first. Glad that Phil can have this, when Dan had given up so much to his last girlfriend.

He knows neither of them are virgins. He knows it’s not normal to expect your partner to be one. But he is happy to give Phil some kind of first, and he is glad that Phil is the one to touch him like this now.

“Dan,” Phil is gasping, the word broken as he says it again and again. His name tumbles out of Phil’s mouth with every thrust, and it’s intoxicating. Dan’s body arches and twitches as they move together, trying desperately to find a rhythm that works for both of them, but it’s hard. Dan can feel heat building in his stomach, can feel his balls drawing up tight to his taint. He can feel every muscle in his body tightening for more, as he moves faster and faster, chasing the sensation of orgasm.

Phil’s fingers dig into his hips, leaving bright red marks behind, and he tilts his hips upwards as he drags his legs forwards, feet flat on the bed. The movement sends Phil’s cock deeper into Dan’s body, reaching further as he rocks harder, better able to fuck up into Dan at this angle. Every goddamn thrust jolts through Dan and presses into his prostate, sending sparks up and down Dan’s spine.

Dan can’t take much more. His body is toiled so fucking tight, but he just can’t cum. Phil’s dick isn’t enough, and the thought makes Dan want to weep. Phil’s too distracted by his own pleasure to reach up and help him, so Dan reaches down instead and takes his dick in hand. He doesn’t stop bouncing on Phil’s cock as he begins to stroke, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his weeping slit and whining at the way it makes his body twitch.

Phil moans too, jerking his hips harder into Dan.

Suddenly, Phil’s mouth goes slack. Dan see’s it happen through half-lidded eyes, feels it as Phil loses absolute control over his own body, and fucks hard and sloppy. For a moment, Dan doesn’t know what’s happening, far too focused on his own pleasure to really care, but then Phil presses balls deep and stills, his dick twitching against Dan’s prostate, and then Dan realizes that Phil just came.

Inside of him.

Well, inside of a condom, but still. The fact remained that Dan had done that. He’d fucked Phil to orgasm.

Dan’s own orgasm crashes over him. It seems to hit out of nowhere despite the fact that Dan had sort of been able to feel it coming. It’s so overwhelming, though, that it knocks a gasp from Dan’s lungs as he comes all over his own chest and Phil’s belly.

He doesn’t remember falling forward, but he must have, because the next thing Dan knows, he’s heaving against Phil’s neck as Phil shifts and pulls his dick free. Dan whines at the loss of contact, but now that he’s come, he can admit that it does feel a little bit uncomfortable to have Phil still pressed inside of him like that.

Slowly, Dan rolls off of Phil so that’s not suffocating him, and plops down at his side. He rolls almost instantly so that’s he facing Phil, and watches as Phil does the same. He’s sweating, and his face makeup is smeared beyond belief, hardly even visible as an actual design anymore, but he still looks beautiful to Dan.

Dan reaches out to brush a finger over Phil’s cheek, and ends up cupping the soft skin in his palm in order to pull Phil forward and into a kiss. They’re both still panting, coming down from the exhilarating high and the amazing sex, so the kiss is a little sloppy, but Dan doesn’t mind. He lets it taper off until they’re just kind of pecking at each other over and over again, and then reaches long, lanky arms around Phil’s torso in order to drag him into his chest.

They’re covered in cum. Phil’s still got a condom wrapped around his softening cock. They both know they should do something about these two things, but for right now, they don’t. Dan doesn’t want to move, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to release Phil from his hold.

Dan’s hands feel ridiculously large against Phil’s back, especially now after they just had sex. Dan isn’t sure why, but he does like the way Phil tucks against him despite the fact that he’s taller, and he does like the way that Phil tangles their legs together, and he does like the fact that he can fit against Phil in every way and feel perfect.

That’s part of what Dan likes most about this. He and Phil, they just fit together.

Like puzzle pieces.

“You know I’m not letting you go now, right?” Dan teases, because he can. Because he’s giddy and high on the feeling of finally getting to be with Phil.

Phil laughs.

“You think I would either?”

“I guess not,” Dan says, and doesn’t even mind that they don’t have a label.

It’s not important, not in the grand scheme of things, because Dan has Phil and he loves him.

**

The next morning, Phil wakes Dan up at the ass crack of dawn (it’s really 10 in the morning, but it feels closer to 5). Dan’s meant to be heading back to Rawtenstall with Phil, and their train is at 11:30. Dan hasn’t even packed yet.

Dan’s got his backpack in the middle of his bed and he’s shoving a wad of clothing inside when Phil wanders back into his room with his phone clutched to his head.

“I know, mum. We’ll be there soon, I promise,” Dan overhears Phil saying on the phone. “You know how my boyfriend is, always waiting until the very last moment to pack. I’ll make sure we’re there on time! Sort of.”

The words make Dan pause. He feels himself tensing, a surprised smile spreading across his lips.

Boyfriend.

Yeah, Dan could definitely get used to that.