#and they all proceeded to talk shit about me :// I swear the way my stomach dropped when the friend I was having the convo w

[bloomingsalma]

i think one of the most disappointing things is to see that your childhood friends have grown up to represent the kind of people you're disappointed in

[f1letters]

karma | lh44

"karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me"

summary: seeing her toxic ex was never fun, but maybe it was less fun for him when he realized she was currently dating the GP winner on the screen, who happened to be his favourite driver

warning: overall fluff between the main characters, platonic!reader x valtteri bottas, mentions of a toxic ex-boyfriend, mentions of ex-boyfriend cheating, slut-shaming, swearing, alcohol consumption, reader is a little toxic to her ex (but he deserves it lol)

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

word count: 3.6k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

it has been a really hard week for me with work, but I really hope you enjoy this surprise either way!

masterlist

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

Paddock life was equally as exciting and terrifying for Y/N.

Even after becoming a usual guest during race weekends during the last few months, the young woman couldn’t help but feel a little nervousness in her stomach every time she walked on the circuit, still not used to all the attention and eyes on her.

Since the first time Lewis decided to enter the paddock holding hands with a mystery woman, everything in her life had turned chaotic to say the least. Every single person in there was shaken to the core, especially because he wasn’t exactly known to be so public with his dating life through the last years of his career. So naturally, curiosity spread through the air like a disease.

Not that it mattered to Y/N, all of that amounted to nothing when she remembered the real reason for her presence there: supporting her amazingly talented boyfriend. Lewis had been her best friend, her lover, and her biggest supporter since the day they met. She tried as much as she could to be the same for him, knowing how much her being there meant to him.

And to be completely honest, she had a hunch on how much it pushed him to do better. Even if subconsciously, the driver always had his best performances in his car when he knew he had his girlfriend to impress, no matter how many times she told him he was the best regardless of his race results.

Despite all of that, of course developing a handful of friendships with some of the drivers, as well as their partners, gave her a significant sense of comfort there, knowing she had someone who she could rely on if needed. And the perfect example of that was the quick and playful bond she formed with her favourite Finnish driver, while he was still her boyfriend’s teammate at Mercedes.

“Well, well, well. Look at that. Miss Y/N L/N herself, in the flesh!” Valtteri said as he approached her, with his typical sweet grin on his face. The woman felt her body instantly relax at the sight of her good friend, the stress now forgotten on the back of her head.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my second favourite driver on the grid.” She laughed, giving him a swift side hug, as they proceeded their walks.

“Only second?” The blonde driver asked, hand on his chest. “Lewis is not even here, Y/N. You don’t have to lie, you know.”

Their conversation continued for a few minutes, as they now walked side by side, arms linked in a friendly manner. Him asking her how her Sunday was going, and her asking him about his unlucky DNF during the race that ended just minutes before.

As they reached the Alfa Romeo’s motorhome, in true big brother and little sister fashion, Valtteri kissed her on her cheek and messed her hair up a little, winning a shove from the girl as she tried to fix herself.

“Wow. You’re a groupie now? Never knew you could stoop so low.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

Ugh, not that irritating voice. 

Not him. Not in here. Not now.

She could feel her eyes betray her, as they couldn’t hide her shock and disgust when they landed on the big figure behind her. Of all people she could come across on the paddock, her lying cheating ex-boyfriend would be the one. Just my luck, she thought to herself.

“Oh fuck off, Jason.” She spat out, angry. After all, why would she even give that piece of trash the time of day? She tried to turn around and make her way back to the podium that was about to start any minute now but was stopped by a hand that tugged at her arm.

Unable to flee, Y/N was forced again to look into the face of the man she hoped never to see again. But you know what, she kept her calm. She had learned a lot from all those years and all those tears. 

Especially that what goes around always comes around. 

"So you're whoring around now for paddock passes?" He laughed in her face, for the thousandth time in his life. Jason had always made a point of trying to bring down the girl's self-esteem, so Y/N wasn't expecting anything different from him this time around.

As she prepared to answer him back, already tired and furious by the whole situation, the hairs on her neck stood up as she heard a recognizable click. Y/N's head followed the sound until she spotted the (unfortunately) familiar figure of a photographer, automatically panicking. She knew this man was known for having no boundaries and no respect for people's privacy. She could already imagine the descriptions given to these photographs out of context.

"AFFAIR? Lewis Hamilton's girlfriend seen in an altercation with a mystery man"

"Y/N L/N caught reuniting with ex while missing the 7-time World Champion's podium"

Can this get any worse, she thought.

"He must be confusing you with someone actually relevant. Why the hell would anyone want pictures of you?" Jason burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Damn Y/N, you must have been working well around here if you've reached that level of fame. How many drivers did you sleep with?"

It definitely can, she shook her head to herself.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma's gonna track you down, karma's gonna track you down, karma's gonna track you down, the young woman repeated in her head like a prayer, trying to maintain her posture.

Although all she wanted was to ruin that clown's face right then and there, she knew that not only her image but her boyfriend's reputation were dependent on how she was going to handle this confrontation.

"This was a lot of fun and all, and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself with all the shit that comes out of your mouth, but I really have to go." She said so that only he could hear, not caring if she was being rude, and with her eyes studying what the photographer was doing from time to time. "My boyfriend is waiting for me and I have nothing to tell you. Goodbye, have a nice trip to hell."

"Boyfriend? Sure. Where is he then?" He continued to mock her, pretending to look around in search of someone. "I've heard better lies. But tell me then, where is that "boyfriend" of yours." He spoke, quoting on air when the word "boyfriend" was mentioned.

Oh.

You're going to wish you never asked that.

Spiderboy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

"Y/N, I know we came on this vacation to unwind a bit, but you have to take it easy on alcohol." Her best friend said, trying to take the glass from her hand.

"Oh don't be a jerk, I deserve at least a good drink after all." She pulled the glass back to her mouth, spilling part of her expensive mojito on the floor.

"Yes, one, maybe even two. Not four in the space of two hours." Emma criticized. "I know you're having a hard time, I really do. But you can't go on like this. It's not healthy."

The young woman knew it was not healthy behaviour. But after discovering her boyfriend of 2 years, fooling around in their bed, in their apartment, with his co-worker, she felt she deserved a good time. 

Apparently, it wasn't enough to endure that awful relationship in silence: the dishonesty, the jealousy, the lack of support, the control over her life, and the constant disrespect. Having to come face to face with the man she shared her life with all that time with another woman? Karma tricked her once or twice, but not at this level. 

"We're in fucking Monaco, babe." She walked around the middle of the casino, eventually losing her friend, arms stretched. "Let's have some fucking fun-" 

Before she could finish her sentence, her back hit someone behind her. Drinks flew and her dress was now all soaked, as was the man's blue suit. Y/N heard some curse words coming out of the guy's mouth, along with an irresistible British accent.

Although the situation was not the most appropriate, she couldn't help but feel heat spread through her body at the sound of that attractive voice. 

She turned, prepared to flirt with the stranger until she recognized him as soon as she saw his face directly. 

"You of all people." She said, tipsy enough to no longer have a filter.

"Me?" 

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

"Yeah, you!" She pointed to him, touching his chest. 

The man couldn't be more confused. Had they met before? Was she a fan of a rival team to Mercedes? Did he win a championship against the girl's favourite driver? 

His life was Formula 1. He devoted all his time, all his energy, all his life to the sport. Therefore, the only justifications that came to mind at that moment were those.

"Do I know you?" His nose and forehead scrunched up in a puzzled expression.

"You don't know me." Y/N declared, crossing her arms in front of her figure. "But I know damn well who you are, Lewis Hamilton."

The way she said his name with disdain made the brit uncomfortable. So she knew who he is after all. Leaving Lewis speechless was something people rarely managed to do and at that moment he didn't know if it was motivated by the young woman's boldness or her beauty.

God, she was amazing. Okay, maybe she wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of him. Or at all really. But he couldn't help but admire her from head to toe. 

Her eyes revealed her state, showing that the girl was definitely a bit tipsy, but the way they sparkled, their intense colour, was the detail that impressed him the most. How her long, curly hair perfectly adorned the front of her short black dress. The way her crossed arms highlighted her cleavage-

"Hey!" She caught his attention, waving a hand in front of her own face. "Eyes are up here, buddy! Don't think that because you're a winner or a champion or whatever your fans call you that you can look wherever you want and no one will tell you anything!" 

Not a Formula 1 fan but she knew who he was. Out of the ordinary but noted.

"Ugh, you men are all the same!" She complained aloud. "No wonder that loser Jason is your biggest supporter."

"Sorry miss, but now you've lost me." He confessed, even more lost than before. "Who the fuck is Jason?" He chuckled.

"An absolute cheating, lying and disgusting clown, that's what he is." She replied as she sat down on a red sofa that was in the middle of the golden hall of the casino.

Interested in the matter (and above all, in the woman), Lewis took the seat beside her. Although he was used to the attention, the crowd of people that filled the room allowed them some privacy. No one was paying attention to him, everyone was focused on their own activities and groups, but his mind was totally on her.

"That sounds like a shitty ex-boyfriend. Especially the part where he's my biggest fan, not the cheating." Lewis told her, trying to cheer her up.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n genuinely laughed. Not from the alcohol, not forcefully, but genuinely from the way his words warmed her broken heart.

They were silent for a few moments until the driver interrupted. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She questioned, looking at him.

"I don't know. For your break up. For reminding you of him when he clearly hurt you." Hamilton admitted, almost ashamed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry for being a bitch to you when you are just an innocent person in the story." The woman, now beginning to sober up, spoke sincerely. "You know what, for an all-important celebrity, you're kind of a cool guy."

He laughed softly. "Thanks, I guess?"

Almost as if reading each other's thoughts, the two looked at each other and, although they didn't say it out loud, they both felt something they hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe even never.

"We should go out one of these days." He proposed.

"What?!" Y/N couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"You know, because of your ex. Karma has a way of serving sweet justice." He shrugged, teasing her. "Not because of me, it has nothing to do with my personal interest at all."

She immediately sensed the joking tone in his speech and couldn't help but blush a little. After all, Lewis fucking Hamilton was asking her out on a date.

"Maybe we should, champ." The two smiled.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

The very next day they had a dinner date set at a restaurant of his choice.

Emma had laughed in her face when Y/N told her what had happened at the casino bar during the time they'd lost each other.

The truth is it felt like a fabrication, a total lie. Y/N couldn't judge her best friend for not believing, because even she still found herself pinching her hand, expecting to wake up in her bed from a dream at any moment.

Emma helped her prepare for their date, glad to see her happy again. She didn't care who the suitor was, as long as the smile on her friend's face remained from ear to ear.

It's safe to say that her jaw dropped to the floor when she opened the door to their shared hotel room and effectively saw Lewis Hamilton.

"Is Y/N here?" He asked as he stood there, in all his magnificence, in a simple white shirt, open enough to show his dark skin and the tattoos that decorated it.

"Emma, close your mouth." Y/N joked, holding the other girl's jaw. "Hey, champ."

God, here they were again. The butterflies in their stomachs.

The date was everything the young woman expected and desired. From the way Lewis opened the door to his black Mercedes for him, to the way he went out of his way to book an entire restaurant to allow them to have more privacy.

The conversation flowed naturally, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. What started as a misunderstanding over her attempt to forget a heartbreak ended up resulting in one of the best nights of her life.

As the night began to draw to a close, the girl couldn't help but think that this would be it. She would never see the man again. He would probably forget about her in a matter of days. And she found herself disappointed with that idea.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questioned, as his hand intertwined gently with hers. He pulled her a little to stop her on her way back to the car, bringing the two of them closer together.

"I just don't want this night to end." The words were out of her mouth before she thought about what she was saying.

"This doesn't have to stop here, baby." She released a shaky breath when she first heard the affectionate nickname, but a slow smile appeared on her face.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

After that magical night, he took her back to her hotel room and said goodbye with a loving kiss on her cheek and a caress along her cheek, keeping eye contact between them whenever possible as they said "see you soon".

Not goodbye but see you soon.

And it was said and done.

Not even two weeks had gone by before the driver was on a plane on his way to her, ready to spend his race-free week with his girl.

It became usual for them: him travelling to her, her travelling to him. They knew how quickly they were evolving, especially given the conditions in which they met, but when things feel right, why hold back? Out of fear of the consequences? Because of his fame?

He felt that he had finally found the balance he so desperately needed, without even knowing it. He found himself with his head on her and not his career all the time. She gave him peace, she gave him stability, she gave him everything he wanted and more.

On the other hand, she found in him the adrenaline, the enthusiasm, the thrill. Now she woke up smiling and went to sleep smiling. Something in her was reborn, perhaps her childlike spirit: the desire to know more, and the ambition to have and be more.

Together they were just that: more.

"So?" Jason interrupted his ex's thoughts. "I'm still waiting to hear from that little boyfriend of yours."

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

Step by step, from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Would it be toxic of her to rub her new relationship in her ex-boyfriend's face? Perhaps.

But, I mean, sometimes you and karma just vibe like that.

"Well... You see, this is a super funny story!" The girl smiled a little Machiavellian. "Actually, I have to thank you, for everything."

"To me?" He replied, totally confused by her change in tone.

"Yes, you!" She faked a grateful smile. "If you hadn't ruined everything between us, I'd probably still be stuck in that apartment I've always hated, and worst of all, with you!"

"What the f-"

"But no, since you don't have the ability to keep your dick in your pants, I ended up in a casino in the middle of Monaco and I met the best person in the world. Someone who treats me like I deserve, supports me like I deserve, LOVES me like I deserve!"

"You're just lying in an attempt to deflect the subject." Jason argued back. "So much bullshit talk and still no sign of your new boy toy after all."

"You can watch him on the big screen if you want!" She pointed to the giant television behind her, where Lewis was getting out of his silver car, ready to collect his prize. "However, I would prefer to see my man up close if you let me. Or rather, I don't owe you anything so I don't care about what you have to say. So enjoy the show."

Jason just stood there, motionless and disbelieving. Is she fucking kidding me? Lewis Hamilton?!

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

Y/N ran across the paddock towards the podium as if her life depended on it. But when she arrived at the celebration, the trophies were already handed out and the champagne was already open.

Lewis smiled even more as soon as he set his eyes on his girl, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by her or everyone around them.

His speed in the race had nothing on the speed with which he descended the stairs from the top of the winner's spot to the audience, his path perfectly aimed at her.

"Hey, where were you?" He asked, wrapping her around the waist in his arms, kissing her immediately, without giving her time to respond.

Reminded of how bad her past had been and, above all, how happy she was by his side now, she returned the kiss with an intensity that was unusual for her. The cameras, the people, they were nothing next to him.

"Wow, baby." He expressed, giggling shocked by her public display of affection. "I missed your face when I got out of the car."

"Believe me, I wanted nothing more than to be here but you'll never guess who I saw." She shook her head, laughing as they started to make their way back to the Mercedes' motorhome.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

They approached their destination, still wrapped around each other, eyes on each other, lips on each other.

Lewis, still completely in the dark about the altercation that had taken place minutes before, saw a mysterious figure standing there staring intensely at the two of them.

"Hey, man." He initiated a conversation, as he usually did with all the more timid fans. "Do you want an autograph?" He asked sincerely.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, eyes still not straying away from her champion.

Karma really is a relaxing thought.

Karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Uh-huh, mm

Karma's a relaxing thought

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For The Night Part 3

AN: Maybe just maybe things will get better

Synopsis: Jack comes to a realization about your pregnancy and wants to do everything he can to make it up to you before it's too late

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“I am so sick and tired of your shit, I swear. It’s the same thing day in and day out. If I had known you were going to act like this, I wouldn’t have even bothered to tell you I was pregnant in the first place.”

“And I’m sick of us arguing every time we see each other. You are always jumping down my throat about something.”

“Because you aren’t doing a got damn thing that I ask for you to do. Is it that hard to help me build the crib? Is it that hard to take me to an appointment? Is it that hard to help me do the registry for the baby shower?”

“I have taken you to your appointments.”

“Jackman, you took me to one. And that was when it first happened so you can stop. I don’t even know why I came over here because I knew how this shit was going to go. The last thing I need is to be stressed out but you’re doing a …. OH!”

Jack then got a startled look on his face while looking you up and down to see if you were okay.

He was low key panicking from your outburst. 

“Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, she just kicked.” You said while waving your hand to brush him off. 

“Oh, um does it hurt?”

“No, just caught me off guard, that’s all. She likes to play soccer in there. Do you want to feel her?”

Jack was hesitant, but slowly nodded his head. You grabbed his right hand to place it on your stomach where her feet just were anticipating her to kick.

It took a few seconds, but when she finally did, Jack was amazed.

“Does she do this often?”

“Some days more than others. She does it a lot when I’m around you or she hears your voice.” You simply shrugged. 

Jack then felt two more kicks to his hand.

“You never told me before.”

“Because we were too busy arguing, remember? Anyway, I have things to do so I’m leaving.”

“Do you want me to take you?”

“No, Jess is downstairs waiting for me. The one person that I can actually depend on.”

“Umm, okay. Just uh make sure you text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” 

Now it was your turn to look startled.

He hasn’t said anything along those lines since before you got pregnant.

“I’ll be fine. See you whenever and at this rate, it might be in the delivery room after she’s born.”

You slipped on your light jacket and without another word made your way downstairs to Jessica.

Once you had left, Jack sat down on his couch for a second taking everything in.

He felt her kick

He felt HIS daughter kick

She was literally half of him and half of you

He then hopped up off the couch and proceeded to make his way into his bedroom over to his tall dresser.

He was throwing clothes out of each drawer left and right until he could find it

“Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?!? I know it’s in here.”

He knew that it was around here somewhere and that he didn’t throw it away, no matter how much he was scared shitless when he had first found out.

It wasn’t until Jack emptied out the bottom drawer and found it.

The sonogram picture of his daughter. 

All Jack did was simply stare at it.

This little girl was depending on him,

And so was her mother.

The mother that he has treated like absolute shit over the past few months.

Just because he was scared about now being responsible for another human being, she had to be scared too.

They went from talking every day to simply arguing every time they saw each other.

And he knew it was all because he was being an ass and running away from his responsibilities.

They didn’t deserve that and you definitely didn’t deserve how he had been brushing you off for the entire pregnancy.

You had about three more months until she got here and Jack made it up in his mind to do his absolute best in order to make it up to you for how he had been acting, both of you.

It was three days later when your phone went off alerting that Jack was calling you and you immediately rolled your eyes.

You never thought in a million years that that would be your reaction to seeing him calling you, but here you were.

“Yes, Jackman?”

“I can’t believe I did this, I just…. I have to do better.”

“Jack?”

“I know you probably hate me and I would hate me too. I left you high and dry and I know you were scared shitless, but so was I.”

“Jack?”

From that point it sounded as if he began sniffling and if you had only been confused before, now you were both worried and confused.

“Are you? Are you crying?”

“I….”

“Okay, I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

You had no idea what the hell was going on with him but because you still cared about him of course you were going to go over to his condo and see if he was okay.

You drove a little faster than you should have in order to get there, and raced to the elevator in order to get to the top floor.

You knocked on the door and were met with a red faced, puffy eyed Jack who was holding a teddy bear along with a milkshake.

“What is going on?” You asked and he simply moved to the side so that you could get past him. 

You went and sat on the couch, while Jack was pacing in front of you while tightly holding onto the bear and cup. 

“Jack? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You curiously asked because at this point, you were trying not to freak out. 

He might have been getting on your last nerve lately, but at the end of the day you did still care about him and his well-being. 

“I just… I need to apologize to you and our daughter for how I’ve been acting. I’ve always wanted to be a father but I just thought that the circumstances would be different. I definitely thought I would have kids with you though, even though I don’t think I ever told you that. I care about you so much and I didn’t show it these past few months, but please know that you are important to me, both of you. I just…. I need to be better and from this point forward, I’m all in. Whatever you need, I’m here. Umm, do we have enough clothes for her? Should we breastfeed her or bottle feed her? I think I read last night that breast feeding was the better option. I’ll hire a personal lactation consultant just in case she has problems latching on. I could probably go and order more diapers because you can never have enough of those. Wait, does she have enough toys? Oh shit, how are you going to finish school? Online classes are an option and I can watch her while you’re doing your work.”

Every single time you tried to get his attention or answer one of his questions, it wasn’t working so you opted to yell at him even though you didn’t want to. 

“JACKMAN!”

“Oh, yes?”

“Just breathe and sit for a minute.”

Jack listened to your directions and sat down next to you while still holding the bear and milkshake.

“Umm, are those for me?” You curiously asked while looking at them.

“Yes, I forgot I was holding them. It’s your favorite flavor, cookies and cream. Oh, that doesn’t make you nauseous at all, does it? I know how sometimes when people get pregnant, they can’t eat their favorite things because they can’t stomach it.”

“JACK!”

“Sorry, I’m just….”

“First off, thank you for the bear and the milkshake. I can drink it, I just have to do it slowly and what in the world brought all this on?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Obviously.”

“When I felt her kick the other day.”

“Oh.”

“Right after you left, I tore up my room looking for the sonogram picture you gave me and I’ve been walking around with it since. I have not been there for either of you and I can understand if you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, stop being dramatic. You called me a crying, snotting mess and I still came over here, didn’t I?”

Jack simply nodded.

“I know it’ll take time for you to forgive me, but I wanted to tell you that I bought a lot of things for her and you too. I got a lot of pregnancy books to read too. I know it’s late in the game but….”

“I see you’re trying, so it’s okay.”

“But it’s not okay. I tell you how much you mean to me but I do the complete opposite and treat you like shit and push you away when all I had to do was be honest with you and tell you how scared I was about this.”

“Jack…”

“I know it’ll take you a while to forgive me like I said, but it’ll probably take me even longer to forgive myself. I can’t even imagine how you were feeling and what you were thinking.”

“It was definitely hard and I felt like I had lost you and lost you for good. A lot of times you and Jess would be the first people that I told when certain things happened and I couldn’t do that with you anymore because I was scared that it would turn into an argument.”

“I never want to put you in a position like that again and I’m sorry. Whatever it is, please know that you can come to me about it.”

You simply nodded your head while Jack held on tightly to your hand. 

“And I’ve been working on her room ever since, do you want to see it?”

“Sure.”

You simply set down the milkshake and your bear before following Jack upstairs to the second floor and stopped outside of a closed door that was in very close proximity to his. 

“I just… I hope you like it.”

Jack opened the door and let you walk in first and your jaw was on the floor. 

You were quiet for a few minutes taking it all in and Jack was becoming nervous.

“Is it okay? I can change it if you want.”

“This is…. You did this all by yourself?” You turned around to ask him and he simply nodded.

“I uh… haven’t slept in like three days so I could get it done to show you.”

“Jack, you need to sleep, that is not good.”

“I know, I just wanted to do this for you and for her.”

Her room was a soft baby pink with an elephant theme. Her dresser and changing table were white and light gray. Her toys were in the corner next to the window along with her night light.

Jack really outdid himself. 

“I left the space over the crib empty so I could put her name there when we decided what it was. And I know you love elephants so I thought the theme made sense.”

“We have time to do that. But… thank you.”

“No need to thank me, just doing what I’m supposed to do. Umm do you need me to do anything for you right now?”

You simply shook your head no before you quickly changed your mind.

“Actually, yes.”

“What is it?”

“I need for you to go to sleep.”

“But…”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be here when you wake up but Jack you really need to sleep. We won’t be getting a lot of it once she gets here.”

“Okay, you’re right.”

“And have you eaten today or you’ve just been a crying mess?”

“Umm…”

“That’s it. Go to sleep now. I’ll make us dinner when you wake up.”

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“Stink! Look at this one! Do you like it?” Jack held up a yellow onesie for you to look at that said Daddy’s Little Superstar.

You had been told to not lift a finger for the rest of your pregnancy by Jack and from that day that he apologized to you, he had kept his word. 

Didn’t miss a doctor’s appointment, made sure you ate well and got exercise, read pregnancy books, and spent quality time with you.

Even though Jessica still wanted to kill him because of how he acted before, she was somewhat happy that he decided to step up and take care of his responsibilities. 

“It’s cute, I like it. But Jack, does she really need more clothes? We had to buy two more dressers to fit her things in.”

“I mean I think I’m done.”

“That’s what you said last week and you went and got her ten pairs of baby New Balances. Jack, she can’t walk yet.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared!”

You held up your hands in defense as you turned back to the television.

“What did you want to do for dinner today?” Jack asked while coming to sit down next to you and rubbing your stomach.

“Hi, cutie pie. Are you being good in there for your momma?”

The response he got was several kicks and you immediately groaned.

“She loves you so much already, but my insides have to be bruised at this point. Yesterday, I played Young Harleezy and she just about lost her shit. Like yes girl that’s your daddy, but got damn.”

“I can’t wait until she’s here and we can hold her.”

This had been the norm as of lately, you were spending time with each other every day, and nine times out of ten that was at Jack’s condo. He would always take you home every night when it started to get late. He was slowly trying to repair his relationship with you and was going to go at your pace. 

“I want chick-fil-a.” You answered while thinking about the half and half that you loved so much.

“A salad?”

“Jack, I will bite you. Get me my usual and no one gets hurt.”

“Babe, that’s greasy.”

“I can have it for one day! It’s not going to hurt. Besides, she wants it.”

“Okay, I’ll get it. I’ll order it around 6 so it will be here by 7.”

As you were finishing your milkshake, you noticed that Jack was staring at you from the corner of your eye.

“What you creep?” You asked while turning fully to look at him.

“I just…. I want to ask you something.”

“Sure, I’m listening.”

“I just… I want the two of you to be close to me. I know we’re still repairing our relationship and everything and I know your condo isn’t far, but….. Would you be willing to move in with me?”

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// A Kid In An Ink Shop. inked 02 //

*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations.  Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16.  Reader discretion is advised.*

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“And who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N.  I’m your new apprentice.”

Kuroo snorts, turning away from you so he can return to his sketchbook.  “That’s a good one, kid.  I don’t-”

“I know you don’t take apprentices, but I don’t care.  I have looked up to you for years and I want to learn from you.  I could easily walk down the street and get an apprenticeship with the artist at Seven D-”

“We don’t talk about that snake in here,” he grumbles, tapping his pen against his chin as he stared down at the modified concepts, contemplating between a few designs before shaking his head and turning to a new page and drafting up more ideas to fix the current disaster of Tsukishima’s tattoo.  “You said it yourself.  I don’t take apprentices so I don’t know why you decided to waste your time coming down here.  You might as well just go.”

He was fully expecting you to turn on your heels and walk out, accept your defeat, but you stood rooted in your place, that same challenging expression painted across your features as if he were some final boss in a video game.  “I’m not leaving until you look at my portfolio.”

“Kid, there are at least five other shops within a mile radius of here.  Why don’t you take this stupid act of yours somewhere else?  You’re really starting to get on my last nerve,” Kuroo says, weaving his free hand through his hair, amber eyes never even glancing in your direction.  

“I want to learn from the best and-”

“Kiss ass.”

“Are you going to look at my portfolio or not?  I’m not going to run circles with you all day.”

Kuroo couldn’t keep the laugh from bubbling in his chest as he finally turned back to face you.  “Run circles with me?  Kid, I have made it perfectly clear that I have no interest in you.  I don’t need an apprentice.  I don’t want an apprentice and, on the off chance that I did, I sure as hell would not be picking the person who waltzed into my shop, blatantly ignored the front desk clerk who told you multiple times that I was busy, and then proceeded to fuck up my work station with their lousy portfolio!  I don’t know how you want me to put it so that you’ll finally get it through your damn head.”  Kuroo’s height and stature already commanded the presence of any room, but the tilt to his head and the absolute boredom swimming in narrow eyes as he got to his feet, sauntering towards you, well, you had never felt so small.  He was only two years older, but he was more intimidating than any man that you had ever met as he stared down at you, the black book of your portfolio, nestled between his hands.  But, he pushed it against your chest as he walked past you.  “Get the hell out of my shop, kid.  Take it to somebody who gives a shit.”

The tattoo shop goes silent, only the sound of Kuroo’s sneakers against the tile floor as he moves to the front of the shop to busy himself at the desk with Akaashi.  It feels like a weight has settled into your chest, slowly sinking its way down to your stomach and it’s only a matter of times before that feeling of defeat really soaks in and lets those hot tears spring to your eyes.  You can only swallow your pride and try your best to hold your head high as you walk back in the direction you came, past the big man who had tried his best to block your path, past the soft-spoken desk clerk with sleepy eyes and handsome features, past the one man that you looked up to more than anyone else in the world.  The bell above the door jingles on your way out.    

“You were rude.”  Kuroo’s movements come to a pause as he looks up to meet Akaashi’s eyes.  He didn’t know that Akaashi could look more stern than usual, but the knit to his brows and the frown that settled on his lips proved Kuroo wrong.  “Couldn’t you have just humored them?  At least open their portfolio.  Maybe they were good, but you’ll never know because you chased them away.”

“Yeah, man.  What’s so bad about having an apprentice anyway?” Bokuto asks, leaning against the counter next to the others.  

Kuroo just shrugged, letting a heavy sigh leave his lips.  “I don’t know.  They’re a lot of work and I don’t really know that I’m qualified to teach someone how to tattoo another person, you know?  I mean, I’m still starting.  Sure, I’ve done well for myself, but I’ve only been doing this for four- five- years now?  They didn’t have a damn thing to say about actually making art.  It was all how I inspired them or whatever.   If I’m going to get an apprentice, they should at least be interested in the art of it, not just because they think I’m cool.”

“You didn’t even give them the chance to talk about it.  You were shoo-ing them out the minute they muttered, ‘apprentice,’” Akaashi says.  

“Are you trying to guilt me into something?”

“It would be pretty nice to have someone else around the shop from time to time,” Bokuto sighs.  “It gets a little boring, just the three of us.”

“We’re just saying that maybe you could’ve taken the time to look at their portfolio.  If it was shit, then it’s not a big deal and we all just continue on with our lives.  But, what if they were really good?  You might’ve just let someone really special just walk out of that door and for what?  Just because they’re ‘too much work’?  You’re going to have to figure it out eventually, because they aren’t going to be the last person in here asking for an apprenticeship.”

Kuroo could only huff and move his gaze back towards his phone screen.  “Well, it’s too late now.  Even if I wanted to look over their portfolio, I can’t.  They’re long gone and so is all of their work.”  Bokuto opened his mouth, his finger raised as if to interject.  “I’m not going to go chase them down the street.  I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about who they apprentice for.  It’s not going to be me and that’s that.  They were fine, okay?  They had a fire that we don’t see in here very often, but I said what I said.  I don’t take apprentices and I especially don’t take apprentices who destroy my work station by slamming their portfolio against my desk.  I don’t care how good your work is or how good you think it is.  If you’re going to pull that shit, I’m not putting up with it and you can kiss your chances at working with me goodbye.”

“Dude, you can’t just keep turning people away like this.  You’re good.  It can’t be easy to find someone with your talent that doesn’t already have an apprentice. You can’t blame them for being a little aggressive about their strategy, you know?”  Bokuto says, nudging his friend’s shoulder.  

“There’s plenty of other artists in the area and they’re all fine at what they do.  They don’t need me to be the one to teach them how to tattoo.  They just want me to be the one.  At the end of the day, it’s your dedication that’s going to push you to the top.  I had a shit mentor who worked out of the back of a take-out restaurant.  The man couldn’t draw to save his life and had no eye for composition, but here I am, doing just fine for myself despite all of that, because this is what I wanted for myself.  I worked my ass off to get here.  Having me as a mentor isn’t going to make you a good tattoo artist.”  Kuroo pushed himself away from the counter.  It was almost like he could hear his body groaning in disappointment at the thought of having to go back to work, but Tsukishima would be back sooner than later expecting to get a tattoo finished and that couldn’t happen without concept art and that couldn’t be done if he kept standing at the front desk, scrolling endlessly through his Twitter feed.  

He wasn’t sure if he should laugh at his own naivety or if he should scream at the top of his lungs at your stubbornness.  When Kuroo had left his work station, colorful pens were scattered all over the floor- under tables, under his chair, all the way across the room.  But, yet, there they all were, placed neatly back in his cup next to his sketchbook, the pages open right where he had left them.  An absolute fucking kiss ass. 

It wasn’t that, though, that had his head thrown back in a hearty laugh that brought the others to his side to see what was so funny.  It was the black binder sitting on the edge of his desk, a sticky note on the front cover.  “They really are giving me no choice, huh?”  Kuroo sighed, taking his seat and pulling the binder towards him.  “Alright, let’s see what we’re wo- woah . . .”

There were probably close to hundred concept sketches and finished illustrations, each one dated and titled, some pages had tiny notes in the margin written in a sparkly blue ink pen, talking about the process, the inspiration, and where improvements could be made.  But, there was no mistaking it, this portfolio that he held in his hands was one to rival his own.  Unique demonstrations of line work and saturation, understanding color theory and knowing just how much is too much when it comes to working on your piece.  There was still plenty of room to improve.  Your technical skills were sloppy with uneven and downright shaky lines and blends that didn’t seamlessly combine like they were supposed to.  

He flipped back to the front cover where a yellow sticky note had been stuck and in a sparkly blue gel pen, you had written:

I meant it.  I want to learn from the best and I won’t give up until I do.  

Signed, Y/N

Here’s my number so you can shove my portfolio back at me. (xxx) xxx - xxxx

“Akaashi?” Kuroo asked, not letting his eyes move from the note.

The man didn’t answer, eyes still wide in wonder as Kuroo thumbed through some of the pages all over again.  

“Akaashi.  Bring me the phone.”

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“I’ll let your love fatten me up” (Part 1) 

Ship: Billy Hargrove/ Steve Harrington 

This is a feederism kink, don’t like don’t read. Also contains a lot of fluff. 

Words: 1,294 

Tw: Anger, angst, kinda homophobia, eating problems, bad home situation, curse words (tell me if i forgot anything) 

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“Steve, I’m gonna fucking kill you if you try to pull that shit again, faggot!” Billy said slamming his fist against the table. 

“Billy! I swear I didn’t mean to!”  

“Oh you just accidentally grabbed my food tray and ate it huh?! Steve, you’re gonna fucking pay for this!” Steve could hear the anger in his voice but there also was an undeniable hint of fear in his voice. Weird, he never heard Billy’s voice like this... 

“What’s the big fucking deal Billy, just eat when you get home for fuck sake!” Steve screams at Billy and wait... did he see that right? Billy actually flinched a little. Steve could feel the guilt in his stomach. This wasn’t just a regular agrument was it? There was actually more happening here then what’s on the surface. 

“I fucking can’t!” Billy shouted a bit too loud and proceeded to look shy. Too shy for Billy... 

“Billy, what do you mean?” Steve was shocked by Billy’s reaction, but something in him told him to not get mad at Billy for this. Something in him saw the hurt in Billy’s eyes. Something in him just wanted to hold Billy, tell him that it was okay and take care of him. Steve quickly pushed those thoughts away. 

“Forget about it” Billy quickly said, looking at the ground. Quickly walking away. Leaving Steve all confused and feeling quilty. 

* 

Steve tries to follow his classes but the guilt is eating him alive. After school he decides he can no longer ignore that guilt. So he went to the neariest snackbar and bought a family sized bag of fries, and quickly went back to school to look for Billy. 

He then finds Billy hanging against his Camero, so he walks over to him. 

“Here you go big guy, sorry for eating your fries man.” Steve says with his most charming smile. 

“Thanks...” Billy says. Again shyly... There must be something up, Billy is definitely not a shy person. 

“No way, the famous bully... The one and only Billy Hargrove... Saying thanks to someone.” 

“Don’t get used to it, Harrington.” Billy says with a cute smile. Wait? Cute? Shit, Steve has to get these ideas out of his head. 

“Well, see ya later Billy”. Steve says awkwardly and turns around to leave. But then... 

“Wait...” Billy says nervously. 

“Yes, Billy?” 

“Ehm, can I pay you back for the food? In any way?” Billy says while looking at the ground. Hm weird it’s the second time he does that today... 

“Come over for a movie and snacks some day and we’re even” Steve winks. He doesn’t actually except Billy to come over at all, but like he can still offer it right? 

But then. Weirdly enough. He catches Billy blushing. 

Could it be?.... His year long bully and crush... Could he actually be a queer?... And better yet.. Could he actually be interested in him? 

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That evening the bell rings at Steve’s house, and suprisingly there’s Billy standing there. Bruised from head to toe. 

“Still on for that movie night, Harrington?” Billy has a cocky smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes at all. There is a definite sadness in his eyes. And it hurts Steve’s heart to see him like this.  

“Holy shit Billy! What the fuck happend to you!?” Steve is in shock. 

Billy’s face falls for a second but he quickly brings back the (fake) cocky smile. 

“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy. Sooooo... movies and snacks?” Billy winks. 

Steve isn’t really sure what to do. He doesn’t want to push Billy and force him to talk about his feelings... But if Billy is in danger or needs help... He decides to step aside and let Billy in. He quickly grabs a first aid kit and sits Billy down on a chair in the living room. 

“Okay let’s get this cleaned up first huh?” He softly cleanes the wounds in his face and his arms and hands.  

“There you go tough guy, all nice and clean.” He smiles at Billy and damn his smile is so cute. Billy can’t help but smile back at him. 

“Thank you Steve, really” Billy’s eyes seem almost not sad at all now. More like alive and happy, it warms Steve’s heart. 

“Choose any movie you want, imma get some snacks.” He walks to the kitchen.  

“Oh actually..” He sceams from the kitchen. “I also got some left overs from dinner, you want that? Plus snacks ofcoures.”  

“Yes, please” Billy looks so soft and safe like this. This man is gonna be the death of Steve. 

* 

A few moments later. 

Billy is eating the 5 slices of pizza that were left over, while they were watching ‘the meg’. 

Billy is at 2 slices left when he decides he isn’t hungry anymore. But the pizza looks so good... And he finally has a chance to eat... So he just eats the slices. When he finishes those slices he feels comfortable full. Yet that doesn’t stop him from not eating some snacks... 

But after he ate 3 cookies, a bowl of chips and halve a chocolate bar. He isn’t that comfortable anymore, better yet his belly is aching.  

Steve notices how much Billy is eating but decides not to ask questions. He alright had a feeling his home situation might not be the best. And if he can help Billy in any way with that, even if it’s just giving him food so he won’t actually starve, he will help him. 

The movie is pretty good, a bit boring so on a moment they both aren’t really focusing on the screen, the shark suddenly jumps out of nowhere. And both Billy and Steve jump up from the couch in shock. Which causes Billy to winch in pain, because the movement upset his belly and... Oh shit Billy starts crying. 

You dumb pathetic loser, I can’t believe you are crying on Steve’s damn couch right now because you ate too much and gave yourself a bellyache. How pathetic is that. Billy thinks to himself.  

But Steve... His face softens en he takes Billy in his lap, because it seemed right. He just hopes Billy won’t beat his ass for acting a faggot. 

He holds Billy tight and tries to calm him down.  

“Sssh baby, it’s okay. I’m here for you. It’s okay baby” He gently strokes Billy’s face. He looks like damn angel, he is beautiful... Too skinny though, it kinda scares Steve how skinny Billy is. He’ll have to put some meat on him. 

Billy slowely starts to calm down, he looks with his blue piercing eyes right into Steve’s big brown eyes. And he can physically feel Steve’s care, it feels nice. To have someone care about him, he feels... Safe... Kinda. 

“Can you tell me what’s wrong baby?” Steve gives Billy the space to let him talk about it, but doesn’t force him. It feels nice to Billy. 

“Ate too much....” Billy says with a pout and before Steve can say anything he continues. 

“I don’t get food at home, only sometimes.. And when I try to grab some food...” Billy says soflty.  

“Then what baby?” Steve already guessed what happend then, but he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions. 

“Then he hits me..” Billy says so soflty, it’s almost impossible to hear. 

“Oh baby come here, I’m here for you okay? Wanna sleep here baby?” Steve holds Billy. 

“Yes please” Billy smiles. 

They quickly go to bed and fall asleep cuddling. 

But when Steve wakes up, he is all alone. But there is letter on the bed, it says: ‘if you tell anyone what happend yesterday, I’ll fucking kill you. AM NOT JOKING!’  

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So this is just a part one, I am planning on making more chapters 😊  

Please let me know what you think of it, and let me know if I did anything wrong. 

Thank you very much for reading! 

Also let me know if you wanna be tagged in chapter 2 😊 

Have a nice day! 

[rodr1cks]

Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

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“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I���ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

[levisgirll]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐰/𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

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This is a special collab post brought to you by ‘cookiefics’ and ‘levisgirll’ and we decided to work together and write up a post which is y/n pranking their aot boyfriends!

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good that is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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Levi:

‘Okay I’m gonna do it! No more backing away.’ Y/N thought as they took a deep breath while turning the door knob to enter the bedroom. They are gonna do the prank on Levi tonight.

Y/N entered the bedroom, and the first sight they see is Levi, their boyfriend, sitting on the chair while his legs were crossed and sipping his tea.

He would always wait for his partner before going to bed, he never once went to bed without first Y/N going to bed. He was that loyal and such a gentleman, and also because he is deeply in love with you.

He can’t even relax or lay on bed if you are not by his side! You are his everything, and he will not and never have a goodnight rest without you being by his side because you matter to him a lot.

Oh how you feel bad doing this prank on Levi, your great boyfriend...but you had to, you wanted to see how he would react!

“Love...I was waiting for you.” He sounded so glad, and happy once you entered inside. But, he realized you were a bit late and the next thing shocked him.

You just walked past him with a stolid manner, and did not even reply to him as you went straight to the bathroom. You took your toothbrush and started to brush your teeth.

Levi picked that up QUICKLY and would try to figure out what is wrong with Y/N, while still sipping his tea but now he has uncrossed his leg (cause this sudden act from his partner made him worry). Watching Y/N, observing them in his own sherlock style.

“Hey...Something wrong?” Levi would say as he laid his shoulder against the bathroom door which was open.

When you finished brushing your teeth, you were washing your hands and coldly said “No.”

He lowkey starts to get nervous and then he would probably start to think he is the problem why his lover is acting like this. He will think and be like ‘The hell? They don't love me? What am I to them….?’. He clearly starts to doubt himself and overthink. You gave him no sort of clue what was going on!

When you left the bathroom and went into the bedroom, you started to change into your nightwear, still giving Levi your back. 

Levi is quick and smart to catch on things, especially if the vibe is not the same. ‘Fuck did I actually mess this up’ He tries to initiate the conversation by asking you “Hey Love, did you drink the tea I made for you?”

“Hm, Oh yea.” Y/N said, still with her stolid manner and then proceeded to brush their hair. ‘What?!...Something is definitely wrong, this is the second time I'm saying love to them and they haven't once said love back.’ Now he is getting concerned and he started to come closer towards you, he is conflicted also to hug you or not. (you noticed that and that broke your heart-)

“Y/N, Something is wrong...was the tea bad!?” Levi said out loud in his unease tone. 

He turned around and went to his drawer to get the tea box to check if there was anything that was mentioned that could be bad.

He was ready to sue this tea company, ‘I want to end this company’s whole career...how dare they.’

“No Levi….it was not the tea.” You said all worried, ‘What tea is he even talking about?! And why does he look ready to murder someone’ You thought as you looked at him, but also trying to hold your laughter.

He gave out a sigh, relieved it was not the case. Now, he can sleep with you right? He went to change into his sleeping outfit and he was all thrilled to hold his Y/N and sleep with them. It was indeed his favorite time of the day.

But...Y/N wasn't moving towards the bed? And they begin to say “Hey Um...I wanna sleep alone tonight. So, could you leave?”

Levi had a sinking feeling in his stomach, his eyes widened ‘What..?’

He turned around to look at you all confused and...hurt by what you said. “No.” He said after 3 minutes of silence, he was trying to process what the hell was even going on. (poor man-)

“No? Okay, I’ll leave and go sleep in the other guest room we have.” But, before you could even go near the door to leave.

Levi would block the door by standing in front of it, not allowing his lover to leave. “If..” He started to look at you and raised his eyebrows, being all serious. Then, he said in a serious tone. “You go there, I swear to you I will kick the door down and break it.”

You had to hold back your laughter, and tried to control yourself because you know for a fact your man will do that and it would be a lie if he is not clingy. Cause, he is.

“Why! Tell me.” He looked at your eyes, searching for any sign of answer on your facial expression. One hand cupping your side cheek and the other hand rested on your shoulder as he gently stroked it. 

“If it is about the tea, I will try my best to drink those damn bubble teas, frappuccino or whatever they are that you like so much with you!” He gave you a look, that was determined and he was ready to go out and get one even if it was midnight just to prove it to you.

He is actually kind of shocked and he would stand there waiting for your response. But inside, he is sad and hurt about this all cause he is blaming himself this is happening because of him!

“L-Love!! It's a joke, a prank okay?” You couldn't hold yourself and you finally said it was a joke, you just missed not saying love to your boyfriend and you wanted to hug him again and express your love towards him cause you know he was hurt!

Levi would get irritated and annoyed, and let you go. He heads towards the bed. After, he would say. “Again, with your fucking pranks hm? No one is laughing here.” He is clearly pissed at how he fell for this but also, lowkey glad it was not none of the things he was thinking about.

Y/N surprises their boyfriend and would finally say it to make it up for Levi. “Hey...Um” Y/N stood there, all shy while looking down and holding their arms. Levi turned around to look at them, “What? Again another prank? Because that won't wor-”. You ran towards him and brought your arms around his neck while hugging him tightly “Ugh No, I love you!” While you said that, you kept your face on his shoulder and he felt your face burning up.

After you finally say those three words, he goes all soft and starts to even get butterflies. It was the first time he heard you say that out loud, because he knew you are usually shy.

He would think about it again the whole night and that makes him forget you even pranked him.

He hugs you even tighter tonight and kisses their neck quite a lot, he was showing you some of his rare affection and love.

Levi would later say “so you still like sleeping with me...hm? You didn’t say anything about that.”

He wants to make sure his s/o loves and cherishes him, and also he started to show more love tonight to you. 

Jean:

To start the prank with Jean, you decided to give him the silent treatment, and that upsets him to unknown levels for you. He was a really soft boy and small things like this really overwhelmed him!

“Babe...Do you want something?” Jean tried, he really did. To get any sort of reaction from you, he softly rubbed both of your shoulders as he was behind you. He was about to kiss your neck when you said. “Jean...I want to sleep alone tonight, maybe you should go and sleep on the couch because-” You were about to continue when he made you turn around quickly and held both of your arms.

“First of all, who is Jean? I don’t know any Jean! I’m babe for you, remember?” He was highly strung, and tried to pretend he did not hear you say his first name. This guy would always crave and was eager to hear you call him by his pet name. It really boosted his ego up and he loved it the way you always say it. He was deeply in love with his Y/N.

You couldn't bring yourself to laugh yet, because it was kind of cute to see Jean like this and it made you want to tease him even more! “Okay but I wanna sleep alone tonight, Jean.”

‘Wait, wait, Wait! My girl is upset! Shit, what the heck did I do? STUPID JEAN’ He would think while putting his hand on his forehead, trying to think while having an existential crisis on the couch in their huge bedroom. Then he jolted up and said, “Maybe...is it because I ate the ice cream that you left for yourself??!”

‘Um, what the fuck is with this man? And what ice cream is he even talking about!’ Y/N would think as they had a confused look. They couldn't even focus on the prank anymore and were wondering which ice cream it was.

You then turned around, grabbed a pillow and was about to leave the room but Jean was hugging and holding your waist from behind, not letting them leave and he would yell out saying. “No! I won’t let you leave babe! Will you forgive me if I buy more ice cream RIGHT NOW?” Your man was more than ready to go out with his pajamas and his slippers to get you all the ice creams from the nearest corner shop.

He really was willing to do and try literally anything to get you not upset with him and sleep with him tonight, he can’t go on the night without you!

Since Jean is really upset about this prank, y/n had to make it up for him and break off the prank.

“Calm down! It’s a prank babe.” You said giggling, and rubbing his biceps (he really likes that).

He let out such a long sigh and was relieved to hear that, like this guy kept thanking the world it wasn’t because of the ice cream. “Damn it, you scared me there!! Babe, please you will end up giving me a heart attack with these pranks.” He said with such a calm tone and hugged you.

“But you know...I can’t sleep without you.” Y/n said in a soft tone and went near Jean as they put their head against his chest. “You know I love you anyways...”

There was silence, he pushed your shoulders to look at your face that was red right now. “Wait...did I hear that right.” Jean just stood there, and was taken aback by what you just said. You were a blushing mess right now, and looked away. “Nothing Babe!! Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”. You tried to hurry back to your shared bed but he held onto you from behind again.

“Say it again...you made me suffer now with your stupid prank, so you’re going to repeat it! I heard it!” He was holding you so tightly and Jean was not going to let you go until you say it again.

Y/N gets all red and shy, while Jean is just too excited and takes this to his advantage. When you said it again after he was persuading you, he grabbed your hips and picked you up and you both were on your shared bed and he kept tickling you. Love and laughter filled the room and that melted Jean. He loved seeing you laugh, smile and being happy, it meant the world to him.

He showed you and gave you so much love that night you both did not sleep that evening.

We hope you ALL enjoy and love it <3 and if you do please leave a like, reblog or you could let us know what you think about it in the comments or asks🥺💕

[thatgoblin]

Ask meme: Carlos!!!! ^^

Headcannons of me and my Himbo Husband F/O

He's hot. No, literally. The man is a furnace and while it's wonderful in the winter, in the summer it's awful because I'm always hot and he wants cuddles bit I feel like I have a human sun attached to me. Upside is my feet always get cold so making him sit on them is always a win. Unless we're in bed and he doesn't expect then he whines.

No less then 5 times a day do we say 'What the fuck are you doing?' To each other. 5 times each that is. Either I'm being a weird goblin and talking to myself or trying to fight something OR he's trying to do a haka like dance for the cats who are entranced yet also terrified.

I thought I had a lot of hair. The man almost had me beat. We have to clean the drain once a month or it gets backed up. But oh my gods his hair is so soft. Even if he hasn't washed it in a few days.

Don't tell him to not do something. The jerk will do it. But then again I'm the same way. 'Do not add habanero to the chili! It has chilies in it already! I don't have an iron tongue like you!' 'But flavor, babe!' 'I am not dealing with an upset stomach later for the sake of your "flavor", Carlos.'

He loves to give affection in weird ways. Like whispering in my ear that he just took a big shit in the bathroom so give it a few minutes or he'll have worked on the yard all day and will come in to rub his stinky body on me. 'I gotta do it or the werewolves will sense you!' 'What werewolves!? What are you talking about, Carlos!?' 'The ones from Seattle. If they small an alpha on you then they'll leave you alone!' 'I'm gonna hose you, stahp!'

I do it right back to him though. Mostly with gentle nibbles. Kinda gentle. Gentle like. Okay sometimes I just straight up bite him where I can. There's also the times I do a 'mating ritual' which usually begins with me flapping a jacket I have on or a robe and making bird noises before proceeding to chase him and scream 'LET ME LOVE YOU!'

We both refer to the cats as our children. He's a proud papa of 3 cats who love him, well 2 who love him and one who tolerates him becausr Carlos feeds her. TBF Patty barely tolerates me.

Carlos sleeps like the dead. I'm pretty sure that I've tried to wake him a time or two when there was a definite need for him to be awake but he was just out. Short of throwing water on him, he was not getting. Yes, I poured water on him from one of the many water bottles we have.

He has become the neighbors nemesis. I tried to stop him, but when I found out why, I helped him. It was over some stupid bushes they didn't like in our yard so we planted more. They complained more, we hadded more. Now we have so many hydrangeas and I don't know how to care for them. Send help.

Carlos is absolutely amazing with his hands. The man can crack my body like a glow stick and I'll ask for more every time. He gives the best massages. I swear he should have been a masseuse. He doesn't like it when I try to give him one, something about 'I am not dough!' IDK.

Usually people don't care for feet, but Carlos doesn't mind it. I give him pedicures a lot because otherwise his feet would be EXTRA rough and I will not do that to my sheets.

For as much attention ad he may crave, he's pretty good about letting us have our own things. It's nice having that alone time but parallel play is good too.

The man can cook. He likes to as well and will hijack my dinners if I'm not careful. *points to habaneros in the chili*

While he will start out the big spoon, I always end up being his backpack because I wrap around him like an octopus when we sleep.

Also, he would sleep in nothing if I let him. Fear of having to quickly leave while grabbing the cats is real so he has to wear at least underwear. He whines but does it.

We'll leave the spicy details for later. ;)

[barzzal]

between halls and thin walls → part two

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: swearing, sex toys, masturbation, sexual/suggestive themes, and yenno, mathew :(

↳ genre: angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni*

↳ length: series; part one, part two (5.9k), part three, part four, part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: listened to a lot of beyoncé for this one !!

note: part two’s here!! and i know it’s late for an update but i just wanna thank everyone for commenting on the first part 🥺 really glad that you guys liked it. reading your tags are everything to me it means a lot! happy reading <3 (gif used: mine)

You come out of your bedroom dressed and ready for work. Your handbag was slung over the depth of your forearm as you headed for the kitchen and the other, scrolling past emails on your phone, admittedly bracing yourself for the mess you know will eventually greet you.

To your surprise, what you see instead were Mat Barzal’s guns rippling through the jet black sweater he had worn last night. A memory that sent your mind to less than eight hours ago, before eventually landing on what happened shortly when the two of you had woken up.

“Thank god you haven’t burnt the house down.” you kid, placing your handbag atop the island.

Mat spares you a quick glance, rolling his eyes whilst he lets you watch him whisk some eggs for breakfast.

“Like it?” he cocks, pertaining to how your eyes were pinned hard on his biceps that he was, for the most part, effortlessly sporting. It’s true, though. He didn’t need to flex because it was just there.

“Coffee or Juice?” he asks, as the kind friend and roommate that he is. 

Anthony, as surprising as it was, takes incredibly long showers. If people hadn’t known him well, they’d easily think he’s abusing himself there. But you’ve got to admit that not having him around felt nice for you didn’t have to feel so seen with Mathew.

‘Course, there’s nothing more, like a fix-in on the side, to your set up. You just appreciate the feeling of not having to lie to Beau about all the ugly concealed underneath all the innocent gazes you and Mathew exchange.

“Coffee.” you answer shortly, realizing that you forgot the material you need for today’s meeting.

“Where are you going?” Mat asks when he catches you receding out into the hallway. You didn’t bother looking back, “Forgot something!”

He gets back to whisking the eggs when a chime comes off his phone. He takes it from the counter, placed just before the plates he left to dry last night, absent-mindedly putting the bowl he was holding onto the island, toppling over the green juice he has prepared for himself. 

“Shit.” he curses as soon as he sees it for it was already spilling all over the place, making the mess you’ve been secretly anticipating the moment Mathew said he’d make breakfast.

Panicking at how you’d see he’s successfully screwed such a no-brainer task, Mat grabs the first thing he sees on the marbled surface and uses it to clean the mess he’d made.

“Huh.” he muses to himself, realizing that the silk fabric didn’t do much in helping him clean up. He tosses it over the sink carelessly and grabs a few napkin rolls from one of the cupboards. 

So much for making an effort to feed Anthony Beauvillier. 

“Now, that was fast.” you say with a smirk once you’ve entered the kitchen, startling Mathew as he continued cleaning up after his mess. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” he sarcastically laughs, discarding the paper towels onto the sink along with the used ones. 

Thankfully, your stuff was at the other side of the island so it was very much safe from all the chaos happening at the other end of the marbled surface. However, your laugh dies down the second you realize that your handkerchief was no longer where you’ve last put it.

“Hey,” you call on Mathew, “What’s up?”

“Have you seen my handkerchief? I know I left it somewhere.” you anxiously ask, eyeing every corner of the room hoping to see Nana’s handkerchief, the one she gave to you on your 18th birthday.

“What does it look like?” Mat asks, now holding a pan in his hand as he prepares breakfast.

You proceeded to describe your grandma’s handkerchief in the most specific and perhaps excruciating detail Mathew has ever heard someone talk about something as mind-numbing as a handkerchief.

Despite that, Mat lights up the moment it hits him, not realizing the bigger mess he’s about to walk into. He rejoices at how he knew exactly what you were looking for, “Oh! You mean this?” 

With clueless eyes, you watch Mat go over the sink after he wipes his hands dry, fishing out an all too familiar fabric from the sink. Once your eyes land onto the cream colored silk handkerchief, with details carefully sewn by hand, drenching in what seems to be Mat’s morning drink, your heart falls to the pit of your stomach. 

“What did you do??” The sudden rise in your voice startles an unsuspecting Mathew. You eagerly went over to his side and hastily snatched the smooth fabric off his hands, “It’s ruined!”

“What? I didn’t know it was yours!” Mat’s eyes are wild with confusion. Puzzled at how you were so fixated on the useless fabric. It didn’t help him anyway. There’s nothing much left to do but to throw it. It’s garbage. 

“You ruined it!” you lash out, letting Mat get eaten up by the sudden anger bubbling inside your guts but he was rather quick in defending himself, “I didn’t know it was yours since I grabbed the first thing I could find. Why are you getting upset over a shit-ass handkerchief?” 

Your mouth falls and you shake your head, finding his defensiveness quite appalling. “You’re an ass.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours.” he explains, “Come on, it’s just a stupid handkerchief I’ll just buy you a new one.” he tries to laugh the tension off, sporting his signature grin.

Mat take shots of the stunned expression on your face, “Stupid?” you repeat what he said, your eyes already starting to sting with tears. Clearly, you were far too overwhelmed to even acknowledge Mathew’s half-assed apology.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” your words bite and that’s when things took a turn for the worse. 

“I said I was fucking sorry! What the hell do you want from me? Shit a fucking hanky?” he rans a hand through his hair, “Do you realize how childish you’re being right now?”

Outraged, and perhaps disappointed by how he was too high up his horse, your voice takes up a higher tone, entering what seems to be an early screaming match between you and Mathew.

“Could you just–” you breathe, “for one second– stop being so goddamn stupid and get over yourself!?” were words that welcomed Anthony the moment he stepped into the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist, a grin on his face visible as he poured himself a glass of water, inviting himself in the screaming match you and Mathew have exclusively put forth for him.

“Stupid is not when you’ve already apologized a hundred times! Stupid is being such a crybaby and a bitch about it!” Mathew retorts, gaining his better end of the argument.

“What a beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Anthony chimes in, a hand resting on his chin, adoring his two best friends upon getting used to the best worst duo he’s ever known in his life. 

“Shut up, Beau.” you say, throwing him a glare.

“Well, beautiful is definitely not in Y/N’s dictionary.” Mathew chides with a smirk, enough to earn himself a scoff from you. 

“You know what? I don’t have the time for this bullshit.” you cuss, finally retreating, your already heavy heart taking a better hold on your thoughts, blocking your ability to even come up with a clever remark to come back at Mathew.

You throw the delicate, yet already ruined piece of fabric towards his way as hard as you could before marching out of the kitchen and head off for work.

“Fucking unbelievable.” Mathew curses under his breath once he catches the silk linen, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to the morning task at hand. 

You were fucking unbelievable.

Once the boys were left alone, Tito raises a brow, briefly looking back after your footsteps, “What happened here, anyway?” he asks, having realized what must’ve caused such a heated argument so early in the morning. 

“I used this handkerchief to wipe the whole thing off and she just went ape shit! I mean–” Anthony cuts Mathew the moment he recognizes the thin cloth he was holding.

“Woah, woah. Wait a minute, you used this?” he muses, stressing on the possibility of what might have been Mathew’s biggest mistake of the day, his eyes darting between him and the fabric.

With furrowed brows, admittedly weirded by how Anthony reacted almost the same way you did a while ago. “It’s just a handkerchief, man. I can go buy her a bunch if that’s what she wants.” he says defensively.

Anthony shakes his head wildly, his irises now dilated as he examined the stain already sitting on the material. “No no. Oh god no.” He says, snatching Mathew’s phone from the counter to google quick remedies that might remove the said stain from the already ruined cloth. 

“What do you mean no? You guys spend way too much time together, you’re beginning to be as weird as her.” He scoffs, sipping on a glass of water. 

“No, you dumbass. This was her grandma’s!” Anthony says, eyes fixated on the delicate handkerchief. Remembering how you’d told him how long it has been in your family that having Nana give it to you after all the years you’ve spent admiring it from afar meant so much to you than anything anyone could have possibly given you.

“So?” Mat casually replies, closing his arms to his chest before adding, “Is she dead or something? Didn’t you guys visit her for the Holidays?” 

“What?? Why would you even say that?– You’re such a jerk.” Tito shakes his head, appalled by how Mathew easily shrugged the matter off when he knew full well how sentimental he himself could be.

“Well, how am I supposed to know?? If that thing’s so important I wouldn’t leave it on top of some random shit lying around!” He counters, defending himself for reaching for the nearest cloth he could find when he did whatever he does best when he’s in the kitchen.

Tito clicks his tongue and looks at Mathew exasperatedly, “Tell me, where did you find this exactly?”, to which Mathew only answered with a quiet voice, “It may or may not have been placed on top of her purse…” he avoids Tito’s gaze, finally catching on how he was the one in the wrong. 

“See? Jerk. Now, go figure out how you’ll take the stain off.” Anthony demands, his voice embraced by a definitive tone. One that made Mathew know he wouldn’t be able to persuade him into letting this go. 

Tito takes one good look at Mat’s catastrophic attempt to feed the house, striding his way out of the kitchen, “And make sure you apologize!” he adds, footsteps receding into the hallway, leaving Mathew scratching the back of his head out of guilt and frustration.

You have spent the following days either avoiding Mathew or ignoring his existence completely. Anthony talked to you the night that incident happened and assured you that he would do his best to have it fixed. You didn’t want to bother him nor take time off his already busy schedule, but you were just so bummed to even say a word.

That night, you spent the entire evening in your room, facetiming your mother, saying how much you’re missing home. You can’t bring yourself to tell her about the handkerchief. For some people, and that people being Mathew, it might’ve been just some silly thing but Tito knew how much that small piece of cloth meant to you. 

Mathew, on the one hand, was for sure guilty to his bones. He didn’t see you that night nor the nights that followed. He didn’t think much of it but when he found himself searching for that same handkerchief in the hopes of replacing it only to find out that it was nowhere to be found in the market, was when he did realize that ruining the one thing that held you closer to home was the last push your non-existent relationship with him had to have for you to finally lose any ounce of amour nor civility you once had for him. 

Anthony wasn’t a stranger for said changes either. He began waking up to a still apartment enveloped by a wall you profusely built between you and Mathew. You even unknowingly shut Tito out in the process as well. It was like you were grieving. Like, it was a whole different kind of heartbreak he knew he can’t get you out of that easily. 

You tried making it up for your best friend of course. Knowing that you haven’t been yourself since that day. You thought about the possibility of having taken the whole thing too seriously that you might’ve overreacted a bit. Nonetheless, no matter how much you try to push it in the back of your head, Mathew’s mere presence began irking you in ways it never did back when you used to enjoy the bickering you exchange with him, especially in bed.

“Thanks for dinner, belle.” Anthony politely says, earning a smile from you so effortlessly upon hearing the pet name he uses for you. Something Mat only shrugged off, trying to piece out the same gratitude, “Thanks, y/n.” he genuinely adds. But as expected, he had nothing.

You pick up all the empty plates, including Mathew’s, who was sitting in front of you while Anthony sat at the end of the table. Tito hurriedly wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes the plate from you, “Let me help you with that.” he says with the same kind eyes that has never failed to win you over. 

“Yeah. Okay, sure.” you shortly answer, leading the way towards the kitchen, leaving one Mathew Barzal feeling small and alone at the dining table. 

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If there was one thing you’d gladly acknowledge after all the years of watching people kiss Mathew’s ass was that he was is really good. He’s fast and he can do unimaginable damage on the ice. There’s no denying that he deserves to be the face of the New York Islanders. But we know you don’t care about any of that. The only thing you care about was how unbelievably good he is at everything he does that not even you or your pink rubber toy could suffice. 

He was just that damn good. 

As your eyes shut whilst you mount your pleasures on your own, biting your lips to choke in your own moans, Mathew handling you was what circled your mind since you started defiling yourself in the bathroom. You let your arousal be washed away by the warm water trickling down your skin, envisioning Mat’s rough hands grazing your body, touching your core like his hands were meant to do nothing else but that. 

It was wrong and pathetic, but you couldn’t think about anything else. You and Mathew have been avoiding each other for days. The dynamic went so much worse than when you weren’t sleeping together and you know that Tito was bound to notice it soon. Thankfully, the boys were on another roadie for a week so you had quite some time to think things through about your current sitch with Mathew. You didn’t like any of it because it felt like you gave a fuck (which obviously, you didn’t). You just feel obligated to sort things out with the biggest ass that ever lived because you didn’t want to involve Tito into the mess you’ve wrongfully made yourself. 

You hop off the shower feeling unsatisfied. You haven’t gotten laid since the last time you were with Mat. Which is sad, not just for you but also for her. You’d think considering the boys aren’t around you’d bring someone home, maybe even one or two. But just thinking about going on bars alone so you could find a potential bone-mate is already far too tedious and you weren’t in the right state to do so. You had so much going on at work, anyway. And you can always use a wand to scratch an itch. Neither would satisfy you more than how someone-who-will-not-be-named could, but you might as well be pathetic without having to hook up with some random dude whose name you’ll eventually forget in the morning. 

You opted to wear an old pull-over you borrowed (took) from Tito years and years ago and partnered it with some leggings so you’d be comfortable enough for the rest of the night. You have nothing else to do and you are already fed up with your workload that watching a crappy movie off of Netflix doesn’t sound like a bad idea. 

With a giant bowl of popcorn and two bottles of beer in your hands, you march your way into the living room, ready to spend the night binge watching romantic comedies, crying and laughing in between. Or maybe just fall asleep on the couch while your comfort TV series is on. 

The boys won three games out of the four that they had during the trip and you only saw the ones they won so you were thankful that you didn’t have to sit at home alone watching their faces fall after that OT lost against the Flyers. Anthony phoned you that night and you can just feel the relief in his voice that you didn’t have the time to see it. They weren’t playing like they should. Thankfully, they were able to bounce back. 

Your eyes were beginning to grow tired halfway into the movie when you hear the front door open, followed by luggages dragged into the house tirelessly. 

“Y/N?” Anthony calls out.

You hit the movie on pause and hurriedly make your way towards the hallway. “You’re home already?”

They were already taking their coats off when you met them halfway, Tito was putting his away while Mat had just taken off his toque and was running his hands through his hair, unconsciously meeting your eyes upon hearing your voice. 

You quickly break it off when you give Tito a quick embrace and plant a small kiss on his cheeks, “I texted you.” he says, eyebrows quirked, surprised that you didn’t know. 

In an effort to avert any more of his questions you immediately point towards the movie you had on, “Haven’t checked my messages, sorry.” 

“So, you guys ate dinner?” you ask, passing Mat a quick look. One that came as a surprise because he wasn’t even hoping to hear a word from you given the way you two left things a little too on the edge, screwing with the whole thing even more. 

Mat avoids your irises and faintly nods. 

“Big win tonight huh? Told you, you can do it.” you say with a beaming smile, nudging Tito with your hips as you get back to watching your film. “You gotta do what you gotta do, babe.” he winks, lugging his stuff around towards his bedroom. 

“Barz, don’t stay up, Trotz needs us first thing in the morning.” he looks back, reminding Mat who was already standing in front of his door, “Yeah. Sure.” he replies shortly with a tired voice. 

You and Anthony bid your own goodnights whilst Mat mutters a quiet “Night.” when you nodded his way, clearly not enjoying any of the first awkward encounters he’s yet to have with you. Seven days is quite a reasonable time for your anger to dissipate, a short yet seemingly long period of time that’s just enough to kill off whatever guilt Mat had initially felt before you parted ways.

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“Alright, I’m off.” Tito casually declares, putting on his watch. “There’s food in the fridge, and tell Mat to go easy on my beers.” he gives you a knowing look as he bends down to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

Tito had been seeing some mystery girl for quite some time now. He hasn’t told you anything spicy in particular but by the looks of it, you could already tell that she has him towed. 

“Good luck, loverboy.” you say, swatting his hand away and pushing him out to the door. The two of you cringe at what you said, sharing one last laugh before you watch him disappear out into the hallway.

The apartment was cramped the whole day because Anthony and Mat had the day off. Tito had plans for the night, obviously. As per you, you had plans lounging in the living room, switching through channels in the hopes of stumbling on a show that isn’t half as bad than the rest. 

Thankfully, a Sandra Bullock film was on HBO.

The Proposal, to be exact.

You decide to dive in the film with a cold bottle of beer on your hand. There was no way you’d be washing down the effects of a naked Ryan Reynolds with a glass of water. You haven’t gone mad. 

The film was already at the part where Sandra was proposing to Ryan when you hear Mathew’s door open. You haven’t talked since the night they came back home other than the small nods you exchange upon passing by each other. All of which are mind-numbing and impossible to swallow. The awkwardness has not dissipated completely unlike what you presumed. You were just grateful Tito was always around that you didn’t need to be alone together. 

Alarmed by another impending awkward encounter, you clear your throat and turn up the volume a little to remain focused on the film, investing your sole attention to it even if you have seen the movie countless times. 

Mathew, in his sweats and a gray shirt on, carefully makes his way out the hallway and into the common area after snatching a glass of water from the kitchen. You see him move further into the room but you make sure that he knows you weren’t paying attention. You take that he must’ve been thirsty and needed a drink but you don’t see him move further in the corner of your eye like he was making his way back in his room. It almost seemed like he was actually waiting for you to look his way.

Hesitantly, you follow your gut feel and see him standing a few feet away from you. “Yes?” you ask when you catch him staring. 

Mat blinks a few times, “Hi.” he takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness circling the two of you.

When the only thing he gets from you is a tight lipped smile, he shakes his head and proceeds to walk where you were seated. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice deep and clear enough to send your mind elsewhere. 

Regardless, you contain yourself and return a polite smile, “No. Not at all.”

“So, what are we watching?” he sits once you gestured onto the other end of the couch. 

“The Proposal.” you answer before throwing a question yourself, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting now?” you shake your head, absentmindedly chuckling. Not intending to make him feel that you’ve forgotten about what he’d done weeks ago. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” he props his back and lets himself sink in the cloud couch, his legs spread wide eating up most of the space left for the two of you to share. “Oh. I only like him when he’s Deadpool” he points out, cringing at how you were watching another one of your romantic comedy films.

You roll your eyes, admiring how he’s trying to break the tension between the two of you despite his unsolicited sentiments, “I like it when we were on not-speaking terms.” 

Mat mocks you for a while but decides to watch the movie so you let him be and get back to the film, letting a giggle slip every now and then. Something you thought Mat wouldn’t notice.

Watching the remainder of the film went with ease. ‘Course, Mat would steal a few glances here and there (ones he thought had gone unnoticed), but overall the quietude between the two of you was bearable. Almost like it was just two buddies hanging out. 

Although, not long after, your eyes were torn away from the huge flat screen when Mat spoke, “By the way,” he looks at you and calls your attention. 

Puzzled, you watch him take something from his pocket, “Here.” 

Once you see what he has in his hands your heart froze. Mat carefully hands you the cloth with an apologetic smile; his eyes soft with a hint of hope as he watches your reaction. 

“What– How?” you ask in bewilderment, failing to comprehend how he was able to fix the handkerchief. It looked the same as before. All of its details were in place, it was good as new. You were holding Nana’s handkerchief. 

Mathew didn’t bother to dance around and just offered you a quiet chuckle, evidently enjoying the wide smile painted on your lips. “Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” he apologizes, shielding you from all the strings he had to pull just to get that cloth fixed up.

You hold the smooth and delicate piece in your hands as you look at Mat, letting your feelings get a better hold of you, “Thank you.” you say, unknowingly reaching out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Mathew’s hand instinctively finds your back to support you, startling himself in the process. Nonetheless, the thought was easily shrugged off by how close your faces were, your smiles fading once you meet each other’s gaze. You feel the same rush you felt the night you and Mat got involved for the first time. Your hand was placed rather endearingly on his cheek, your faces, just like all the other times, unreasonably close to each other. Mat then clears his throat and only looks you in the eye. 

Afraid that the innocent hug would lead to something more, perhaps another mistake to be jotted down on the board, you breathe a laugh and break away, “Uh, thanks again. It really means a lot.” 

Mat must’ve sensed that you were being cautious so he puts his guards up and returns a chuckle, “So… we good?” he asks, reaching out a hand your way. 

Your fingers slide into his, gliding its way perfectly, your hands fitted well with his despite the obvious difference in proportion. His grip tightens in the most comfortable way possible. 

A smile breaks off his lips once he hears you answer, “We’re good.”

“I should probably get some sleep.” Mat tells you the moment you pull your hand away.

“Are you gonna be okay here?” he adds.

You looked at him, not wanting him to be obligated to keep you company, “Oh, yeah. I’m a big girl.” you say, making Mathew grin, shaking his head.

“Alright. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

Not picking up on whatever sloppy insinuation Mat has thrown out carelessly into thin air, he hears a simple “Mkay.” 

Thus far, letting him know that his subtle invitation was far from being RSVP’d.

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“You’ll be in your room?” Mat scoffs, staring at the ceiling while he lays on his bed, “The fuck was that, Mat?” he scolds himself for always coming up with the worst things to say. 

Mathew would be lying if he’d say he hasn’t thought about you (or doing you) for the past week of not being around home. But he definitely wouldn’t deny that the roadie kind of made things easier for him because then he didn’t have to stomach seeing you walk around the flat looking like the hot piece of ass that you were in his eyes. 

Mat knows he needs to pull his shit together. He wasn’t some 13 year-old boy raging with hormones. He needs to control himself around you and he could only do that once he learns how to push this whole thing between the two of you behind him. 

What happened with you and Mathew shouldn’t have happened at all. It was just a moment of weakness, and he hated that he’d let his dick (and apparently, him being one) ruin the relationship he once had with you. 

Before that night, seeing you do yoga and work out on the terrace was just seeing you drenched in sweat, and in your work out clothes looking icky and constipated. Something he’ll later on tease you about and he’ll end up catching the water bottle you throw in his face. But now, after all that fucking, seeing you sweaty and all worked out in the same yoga pants is just like walking into a porn commercial. Like the ones they show before the actual porn. In fact, he doesn’t even have to watch any of it. Tents and Boners were pretty much sponsored by you from then on. It’s sick, and he knows it. 

However, the tension he feels with you is palpable that he’s even certain that you feel it too. But how can he be wrong? He sees how your eyes blink a few times when he’s fresh out the shower, he sees you follow his trance when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, and you never fail to slide him shadowed hints with every touch you “accidentally” pass at him. The kind that’s short enough to remain innocent but not so much as to keep him at bay. Mat hated everything about it. He hated that he wanted you– and he hated that he thinks he might be right about you wanting him too.

All that self-loathing aside, did he regret it? 

That was one of the things he feels bad about. Because as much as he wants to lie and push it aside, he didn’t regret any of it. He didn’t like you that way and just thought about you sexually but he just wishes that you could push past this and just be friends. He was still sexually attracted to you, yes. But he knows he’d eventually get over it and be back on his game. That is if he can ever find someone who’d be as good as how you were the last three times you’ve let him be with you because it would really help him a lot if he could stop picturing your mouth getting stretched by his cock every time he hops into the shower.

Mat was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. The shy banging sound made his heart beat rapidly in an instant, knowing full well that the two of you were alone in the house and that Tito was, in no way, going to be home for another hour or two.

A faint knock follows the first one before he gets to the door. 

“Hi.” you greet him, a moment unfolding like it was déjà-vu.

“Hi.” 

“Did I wake you?” you sheepishly ask, your hands balled into fists before eventually settling down to hug your own build, unsure of where to put your hands exactly.

Mat quickly shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t sleep myself.”

You offer him a smile, acknowledging how he’s been nothing but good to you ever since they got home. Of course you wanted to get your hands on him being that you were completely dry and horny ever since you’ve ignored him completely, but you haven’t gone mad and you weren’t a complete neanderthal. You can keep your hands to yourself and act like a decent human being. 

“I’m sorry for making things weird between us.” you say, your eyes heavy with guilt. “But I’m only apologizing for being so unreasonable for the last couple of weeks.” you reiterated.

To which he only answers with, “You shouldn’t be. You have every right to be unreasonable– and I know that I’ve been a giant prick that day. It’s what I deserve.” he bites his lower lip, scratching his brow as he continues, “That’s why if there’s someone who owes someone an apology, it should be me. What I did was pretty crappy, so… I’m sorry.”

Like all the other times, Mathew towers over you wearing the same confidence he does when you’re around. Your bodies were reasonably apart from each other but close enough to mean something else if someone had walked by. Mathew was still in his room while you were out in the hallway, separated by the thin line made by the door frame. 

You feel Mat’s steady breathing and everything went still. He looks down at you, pretty eyes drowning yours. His messed up bed hair ridiculously makes up for how dressed down he was. No, actually, he looks fine even when he is. And all of that sight instantly makes your throat dry as you feel something curl in your belly, enough to make your hands sweaty as the thought of tasting his lips again cruised your mind entirely.

Mathew was no stranger to the said feeling either. He watched you punish him more at how plump and inviting your lips were. Or how your hand brushed on your clothes as you remain uncomposed under his gaze. 

Mat was becoming accustomed to how the two of you meet. Same time, same place, only this time, a different hallway. He steps further and crosses the line that divides the two of you, making you take a deep breath as his scent floors every nerve in your body. Waking what has been awake ever since that moment you shared back in the living room even more. 

“Yeah, okay.” you gather yourself, “I– I should probably head back.” 

Just by how his shoulders dropped, you knew you had said the wrong thing. And you hated that you did. Mat clears his voice and swallows, breaking off his gaze, “You probably should.” 

“Good night, Mat.” you smile, trying to regain yourself. 

“Good night.” he replies as he watches you turn your back before finally closing the door behind him. 

Frustrated for he was already starting to feel things more than just being “sorry”, Mat leans against the door and runs a hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath and tries to get you out of his head. 

He was about to walk away from the door and sleep off his frustration when he hears your faint footsteps on the other side of the door. He rests his head back on the wooden surface and sighs, “You’re still out there, aren’t you?”

There was a total silence for a moment, devoid of the knowledge of how you had your fist, ready to knock yet again, suspended in mid-air. 

Mathew hears you deny sheepishly, “No.” 

You hear him let out a small laugh, knowing that he was trying to contain himself. 

The door sprung open again, and for a second you thought how what you’re about to walk into will start another mess for you and Mathew. But how could you possibly think about it that way when you have nothing else but this man standing at the other end? 

A friend that took no seconds to waste as he finally lets his thirst and perhaps foolishness, get the better hold of him once he cages your heated face in his hands, crashing into your lips as fast as he’d taken you to his end of that thin gray line that has once irkingly parted him from you. A gray line you’re both willing to cross if that meant sharing another night in between halls and thin walls.

[chil2de]

Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

-

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

-

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

-

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

-

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

[siriusmydeer]

you said ideas for james potter fluff? i have one!! what if your on your period and you like bleed on the bed or something like that and he helps you clean up and is like p”periods are normal when your upset?

his favourite person

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james comforts you on your period.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: period cramps, swearing, kissing, mentions of dying/funerals, pet names, insecurity, mentions of migraines, mentions of razors and injury, mentions of hostility

a/n: so i has to modify this in a way i could write it but i hope you like it !!

the searing burn of agony was beginning to broil in the pit of your belly whilst you had shifted your tensed legs to be clutched in front of your abdomen. the hues of orange spilt from the corners of your lilac curtains as a siren that the day had officially begun, meanwhile the school would be swarming with boisterous and inconsiderate students of their classmate's preferences.

you audibly groaned now breaking the peaceful morning silence, suddenly shoving your hand in your viewpoint before the blaring lights could potentially give you a migraine from the fluoresce light; as well as your stomach could barely endure the swirling affliction that only uplifted as you began to awaken from your blissful as well as pain spared snooze of dreams about treacle tarts and winning the house cup.

every time you gulped it felt like razors were being trapped in the cavern of your throat, anytime you shifted your body beneath your blankets it felt like you were walking a tightrope that had snapped and you had fallen into a pit of sharp rocks that were shaped in fury. you had felt every minuscule amount of pain in your muscles that only to continue as you laid atop of your mattress.

you sighed whilst fluttering your eyelids a few times before haphazardly opening the small drawer that was placed beside your bed, glimpsing beneath your fingers at the empty box of tampons that had been used up from yesterday and you foolishly forgot to refill. you groaned yet again, your motivation ceasing from your body to trudge over to the healer's wing for another box.

amid your mind rant over the first inconvenience of the day the door of your dormitory that mildly creaked due to the ageing hinges from decades ago. auburn hair suddenly cascading in your viewpoint and aquamarine irises staring at you once your hand had been removed from your eyes due to her manipulation.

“lily, are you alright?” you inquired with a tinge of sarcasm lingering in your voice, a small teasing crease in your brow as her face remained to hover over your own. she proceeded to press a small kiss to your temple and swiped some of your mangled tuffs away from your searing cheeks.

“how’re you feeling?” she inquired in a murmur, trying to leave the tranquillity scorning through the air due to the peaceful atmosphere that remained through the night to the early hours of the morning.

“like shit.”

“i assumed, not coming to classes?” she inquired again with a sigh, glancing over your nightstand that was piled with transfiguration homework, a burnt-out candle with wax spilt onto the wooden stand that she would have to scrape off later due to your melancholic mood mixed with your fatigue, and a tea that had been finished more than likely a few days ago that you hadn’t put away in the kitchens yet.

“no, ‘m dying. give me a nice eulogy, love.” you ridiculed with a smirk as your hand moved back to your eyes whilst the natural ivory daylight only began filtering through your dormitory and seeped through the curtains.

“i’ll bring you something after lunch.” she finished with a small kiss on your forehead and the doors creaking yet again as a signal she had left and you were alone yet again with another attempt to sleep away the antagonizing churn of torture coiling in your belly.

as she had trudged off to the gryffindor towers she had run into a familiar bespectacled boy that looked like he had walked into the wrong store after losing his parents as a young boy, his irises moving erratically as well while his hands were anxiously gliding through the familiar brunet tuffs he was almost illustrious for.

as he caught sight of the ginger he began to haul the strap of his nap sack over the burly muscles of his shoulder and strode over to her hastily. his eyes remained searching around the ivory corridors for your house colours in case you were mixed amongst the bunch of students.

“you alright, james?”

he covered his mouth to quickly cough into his fist before he spoke, “yeah, yeah, fine. have you seen y/n? she doesn’t normally miss class.” he articulated with a pronounced frown following a creased brow as he spoke moving his hand around animatedly.

lily’s face began to contort into a rather shocked expression at his surprised demeanour. she scratched the nape of her neck a few times before answering his oblivious question, “yeah, just, erm, lady problems. she’s in her dorm if you wanna see her. but she may be hostile.” she warned with a grin before sauntering off to transfiguration to give professor mcgonagall knowledge and reason of your absence.

“lady problems?” he murmured to himself in evident incertitude. if someone had turned the corner they would’ve blatantly assumed the quidditch captain had gone mad talking to himself rather than figuring out what the gryffindor girl had meant.

did she mean—?

without a second blip of thought, the bespectacled boy opted to skip his classes and rather find out what ‘lady problems’ lily had been rambling about. he trudged to where your common room had remained, and removed the charm on the stairs that had kept males away from entering female dormitories.

he knocked rather harshly without a thought of consideration, hearing a groan emit from the other side. his brow corrugated in a simian frown, only more evident in his features as he pushed open the door steadily. he heard the creaking in the hinges— almost like it was a small bell ringing every time someone had emerged from the other side.

his eyes swooped over the crevices of the room, the small pile of clothes that was spewed out on a chair with creasing forming in them, your school bag is thrown at the side of your bed with textbooks and ink pots spilling onto the floor as well as your bed comforter tremendously crumpled and piled over your silhouette as well as your head.

“darling?” he whispered. his footsteps light on the wood floor as he strode closer. he heard a little ‘mhm’ murmur out underneath the blankets whilst he moved near the four-poster bed.

“‘m guessing lily told you.”

“yeah, lily told me.”

“go away, i’m embarrassed enough as it is.” you began to articulate sternly. your head popping out from under the covers to narrow your eyes into a cerulean pool of blue. his face twisted into shambles of perplexity at your abnormal request of his absence when usually you enjoyed his company regularly.

“why? it’s like— normal.” he questioned with a confused scowl, he continued, a scrambling amount of letters forming in his mind as a way to comfort you as best as he knew. “because, you're a girl. and girls go through all that stuff.” he continued while placing himself on the side of your bed. your brows formed a subtle crease at his regard for your rather agitated and embarrassed state.

you deliberated for a few seconds, opting to pull down the covers of the opposite side of your bed allowing the boy to remove his shoes along with his slacks that hastily fell to the ground and climb next to you as you slowly shifted due to the tensing of your muscles.

“do you want me to grab you anything, m’love.” he murmured into your clothed shoulder, a tender kiss following in its wake. you closed your eyes, your view completely diminishing whilst relishing in the feeling of his mellow torso completely melding into your own like a personal heater that happened to be your cuddler of a boyfriend.

“yeah, but not right now.”

he nodded into your neck, his arms slowly capturing your midriff in a warming clutch. his left palm splaying against your lower abdomen, the balmy touch dissolving into the tense muscles of your belly— pushing you into moderate peace after the comparatively antagonizing morning you had endured.

it was silent for a few minutes, both of you completely cherishing the silence and peace among the both of you. his slight respires fanning over your neck while his hand stayed intact with your lower abdomen. “i don’t want you to be embarrassed when something like this happens. you’re my girl, i don’t want you to hide from me.”

“‘m sorry i just get so— upset and angry, i didn’t want you to think i was annoying or something.” you murmured back demeaningly with a faint sniff, the slight play of guilt on your sensorium building at your sensitive demeans of the week following your mood fluctuations, feeling as if you’ve ignored someone who cares for you. “no need to be sorry,” he began, kissing against the pulse point of your neck, “could never think my favourite person is annoying.”

“‘m not sirius.”

“no offense to sirius, but he’s not m’favourite person.”

“hmm, so s’me?” a smirk began to graze your lips at his dulcet demeanour, most likely because you had been a wretched mess of mood swings like a seesaw going back and forth since the crack of dawn. he nodded bashfully into the confined space of your shoulder. “‘m honoured, jamie.”

he chuckled once before faintly squeezing your upper midriff once more, attempting to completely avoid your lower belly in efforts to soothe you from the writhing pain he had never been accustomed to but he would siphon every single last bit if he could.

“you should be, ‘m the muscular, sexy, hot quidditch captain.” he mused with a grin quirking on his lips at the fact you were beginning to recuperate at his affections.

cocky beautiful bastard.

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[helloprettybb]

orders

i swear i don’t only write smut. i have actual ideas!! but this is all i can come up with and honestly, my mental health has been a steady decline. sooooo, posting a fic will make me feel a little better.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: during a mission, you didn’t listen to your captain. so now, you get punished.

warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink (sorta), just a whole lot honestly probably forgot something

word count: 2.3k

“What did I say?” Steve asks once you close the bedroom door behind you. His voice is low and angry, which is scarier than if he were yelling. If you were being honest, you deserved his exasperation. What you did was reckless and completely disobeyed orders, but in the heat of the moment, you didn’t really care.

“Retreat,” you mumbled, knowing how much trouble you were in. Steve hadn’t spoken to you since the mission ended and the two of you could be alone. The moment the jet landed, he stormed off to his room. Steve didn’t even need to tell you to follow him, because you knew whatever was coming would be much worse if you didn’t.

“And what did you do?” Steve questions, knowing you knew the answer.

“I proceeded with the mission,” you replied, head low and eyes stuck on the ground. You were usually confident and brimming with enthusiasm, but on the receiving end of Steve’s anger, you couldn’t even lift your head up. Steve senses your timidness, so he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. Unlike their usual softness, his eyes are tough and piercing. You fight a little to lower your head, but Steve’s strong grip stops any resistance. You know he’s angry with you, but you can’t stop the dirty thoughts that rush into your mind

“You did. And what happens when you disobey orders?” Steve asks, his tone leaving you trembling beneath him.

“I get punished,” you answer meekly. Steve softens slightly at your small tone, but not enough to concede. After all, you deserve what’s coming.

“That’s right, dolly. And you were a bad girl today.” he says. “What’s the safe word?”

“Daisies.” you tell him.

Steve nods, “Strip and get on the bed.” You follow his orders, shedding your clothes in record time. You know whatever punishment you’re going to receive is going to be bad, so you’d rather have it over quick.

Once Steve sees you positioned the way he likes, on your back and legs spread, he strolls over to the bed. “Now what am I going to do with you? I would spank you,” Steve hovers above you, inches away from your face. You want to kiss his perfect lips, but you know any defiance will be met with even more punishment.

“But you seem to enjoy it.” he whispers faintly. “How about… edging?”

Your eyes widen, “B-but-”

Steve cuts you off, grinning, “No buts, baby. It’s a punishment after all.” He cups your chin with his hand and spares you one kiss. It’s short and hardly enough to appease you, but it’s enough to tell you that he doesn’t want to hurt you too badly. “Now, when I say I’m going to play with the tight pussy as much as I want, you’re going to ask…”

“How many times?” You love your sweet Steve, but when this possessive, domineering Steve comes out, you melt every time.

He hums. “Four.” You refrain from talking back. “But if you cum once, I’ll double it.” Steve moves his right hand down to your clit. After a light slap that makes you keen, he starts rubbing circles. You bite your lip and try to keep your moans in.

A few slip out and Steve says, “Such a fucking whore. Are you about to cum? Is my dumb baby going to cum from me rubbing her little clit?” Steve’s taunts shouldn’t turn you on as much as they do, but your moans get louder after every insult.

You’re on the verge of cumming and Steve can tell as he pulls his hand away. “Count.”

“One.” you say breathily, recovering from the verge of orgasm. Steve kneels, his face level with your pussy.

“Fuck, so wet. Want a taste.” he says, diving into your pussy. He laps it up as if he enjoys it more than you. Steve’s told you before that he could spend all day in between your legs with his mouth on your pussy. Like everything else, Steve’s amazing at eating pussy and you start to squirm above him. Your fidgeting increases and your grip on the sheets tightens.

When you move your hands to his shoulders, Steve pulls away. “No touching.” You let out a whine and Steve scolds, “Spoiled brat. Thinking you can get everything you want. Shoulda taught you a lesson sooner.”

You move your hands back to your sides and Steve dives back in. You’re almost there so you start to shake. Steve stops you with a firm arm across your waist.

You gasp out, “I-I’m gonna cum.” Steve pulls away. He moves up so that he’s face to face.

Steve stares at you expectantly and you say, “Two.”

He smiles, “See, this isn’t too bad. Halfway there.” He kisses you again with a little more heat. When you wrap your legs around his waist, he doesn’t stop you.

“Maybe he’ll be nice and shorten your punishment.” You think, but you’re sadly mistaken. Desperate for more, you move your hips up against his when Steve grabs your sides and pins you down to the bed. He pulls away and whispers, “Oh, so you think you can do whatever you want?” You shake your head quickly.

“Then why are you rutting your hips like a desperate whore?” he asks.

“I want to cum.” you reply.

“You want to cum?” He mocks. You nod, anticipating your release. “Well, you can’t. You still have two left. Now ride my thigh.”

He sits up on the bed and you move on top of him. Straddling his thigh, you grip his shoulders as you start to grind on his thigh. You’re extra sensitive from the previous near orgasms and find yourself needing your release quickly.

“Should punish you for humping my fucking leg.” he whispers into your ear. You cry out from both the pleasure of his thigh and the threat of his words. “But you’re riding my thigh so fucking good.” You would smile at the praise if your brain wasn’t muddled.

“Shit, baby. Making a mess on my suit.” You just about cum at the idea of your cum forever being on his suit. Everyone would know that you’re his and he’s yours.

You whine, “Wanna cum.”  

“Don’t you dare cum. If you do, I won’t touch you for a week.” he threatens. You groan and continue to ride his thigh until you’re about to hit your release.Your movements start to get sloppy, a sign you should stop.

Forcing the delay of your high, you slump against him and murmur, “Three.”

“Dumb little slut. Only listen when you know you’re in trouble.” he says above you. “If you don’t cum on my fingers, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want on my cock.” You perk up at that.

Steve laughs spitefully at your eagerness. He dips a finger through your folds before pushing a finger in. You moan loudly at the sensation and Steve barely gives you time to adjust before adding another.

He finger-fucks you as your grip on his bicep tightens. He ignores your whimpers and pleas to stop as he adds another finger.

Three fingers deep in your pussy, he asks, “You wanna cum? Does the little slut wanna cum?” You nod, pleasure and pain all in one. Your moans get louder, a signal that you’re almost there. He pulls his fingers out and you collapse onto him, with your face in the crook of his neck.

“How many was that?” he asks quietly.

“Four.” you barely get out. Steve rubs up and down your back.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m so proud.” he whispers sweetly into your ear. “Did you learn your lesson?” You nod. Even though you can’t see his face, you can tell that he’s beaming. “Since you were a good girl for your punishment, you deserve a reward. I think I promised you could cum on my cock as many times as you want.”

You pull away and face Steve. His hard, angry glare is gone and replaced with lust. You lean in and kiss him hard. You grind on his lap, feeling extra sensitive from all the edging. You can feel his dick straining against his pants. Moving against his cock, you hear Steve moan, too.

“C-can I cum now?” you beg. “Please daddy.”  

“Yes, Princess. You can cum now.” he says and you instantly let go. Your long-awaited release rushes over you. Usually it’d take more than a little dry humping to get you off, but right now, all it took was Steve’s approval and you reached your climax.

“Did that feel good, baby?” Steve asks. You nod and he kisses your forehead lightly.

Once your high goes down a little, you ask, “Can you please fuck me hard on your cock?” He groans at your reply and moves you so that you’re lying on the bed again. Completely stripping, Steve turns back to you, his cock hard against his stomach.

He hovers above you and with one hand on his dick, pushes in slowly. You moan at the fullness and Steve immediately starts thrusting in and out. He quickens his pace and you grab onto his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his back and you’d feel bad, but you know Steve likes the pain. You both do. You’re clenching around him already, on the verge of cumming. Without warning, your climax hits and you moan his name.

Steve doesn’t stop, if anything, he fucks you harder. He hits your g-spot and you yell his name. Your eyes brim with tears and Steve wipes them away. “F-feels so good, daddy.” You cry out.

“Fuck, princess. Your pussy is so tight. Shit,” Steve curses. He pulls out and you whine, feeling empty. He repositions you so that you’re on your stomach with your ass up. He pushes in again and fucks you from behind.

He slaps your ass, adding to the vulgar sounds filling the room. The sound of Steve’s hard thrusts bounce around the room. He moves a hand to your swollen clit and rubs quick circles. Everything is too much and you cum again. You think he’d stop then, but no. He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d cum as much as you can on his cock.

Steve pulls out and changes positions again. Sitting up, he moves you onto your lap and sinks you onto his dick. Your body is drained, too overcome with pleasure. Steve fucks you like a doll and all you can do is moan out his name. You hold onto his neck as he thrusts his hips and moves you up and down his cock.

“S-Steve,” you whimper. You feel something building, but it feels more intense than a usual orgasm. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this, but before you can pinpoint what it is, a huge wave of pleasure takes over your body and you feel yourself blackout for a second. When you come to, Steve has slowed his thrusts down. You hear the loud, wet noise in between your legs.

Before you could get embarrassed, Steve says, “Fuck, I can’t believe you squirted. That was so fucking hot.” You smile loopily and kiss him. He kisses you back and begins to thrust in and out again.

Steve goes harder and faster and you can tell he’s chasing his release. You’re sensitive and tired. All you want to do is sleep for days, but Steve’s moans in your ears keep you going. “You gonna cum, daddy?” you ask, probably more slurred than you intended. “Want your cum in me. P-please, want it dripping outta me.” Fuck, that does it and Steve shoots his load into your pussy. You thought your body was done, but feeling Steve’s warm cum in you makes you orgasm one last time, milking his cock. Steve groans at the tight grip on his dick.

“Shit. Squeezing me so fucking good.” He lets out. You pull away to watch him cum. You will never get tired of his face when he cums. Once the both of you come down from your highs and your breathing goes back to relatively normal, Steve pulls out slowly. He watches as the cum drips out of your pussy and the sight of it almost makes him ready for another round. But not this time, at least, not right now. First, he has to make sure his girl is okay.

“Are you alright, baby?” Steve asks, his tone a stark contrast to minutes ago. You nod, unable to form words. He strokes your back soothingly, “Was it too much?”

You shake your head, “No,” you rasp out. “If it were, I would’ve used the safe word. Don’t feel bad, Steve.” You pull him against you, with his head against your shoulder. Something feels so intimate about the two of you completely naked close together, but not having sex. The mood shifts in the room as the lust dissipates.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you got hurt,” You know he’s referring to the mission and you feel a pang of remorse.

Pulling away, you say, “Hey, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have defied orders.”

“It’s okay. I just…” Steve sighs, “I love you so much and I can’t lose you.” Your heart breaks at his candidness. You pull him into a sweet kiss that reassures him that you’re here and never going to leave him.

Pulling away, you mutter, “I love you, too.” He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips. You reassure him, “And you’ll never lose me.”

[yellowsuitcase]

In the Prefect’s Bathroom Part 2 // Draco Malfoy

A/N: By popular demand, I’ve written part two! I plan to write a part 3 and it’ll likely become the FINAL part but who knows? Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Y/N can’t stop thinking about her time with Draco, but what happens when she sneaks out of Harry’s room to meet with him again?

Warning(s): SMUT!!! Unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female) cheating

Word Count: 3.7k

Masterlist & Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

“Harry, stop,” Y/N whined as she lightly pushed her boyfriend away. They were walking back to their common room, and Harry had decided that it was the perfect time to kiss Y/N all over her face. And when she pleaded for him to stop, he didn’t heed her words; he only proceeded to plant smooches on her cheeks. “Harry!” Y/N giggled quietly. He smiled and pulled her close. “Want to come up to my room?” he whispered in her ear. Y/N felt a sudden twinge of guilt in her stomach. She knew her boyfriend, and she knew what those words implied. It’d only been a few days since she and Draco had...met up. Y/N wasn’t sure she could stomach a round of sex with Harry, but she knew it would look suspicious if she denied. “Sure,” she replied softly. Harry gripped her hand and picked up his pace, dragging Y/N with him.

As they climbed the stairs to Harry’s dorm, Y/N began to prepare herself for what was to come. Just act normal, she told herself. The couple stepped into the messy room, and Harry closed the door behind them, casting a locking charm on it. Then he began to strip his clothes, starting with his robes. Y/N inhaled shakily and started to do the same. When they were down to just their underwear, Harry took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat down and slid back so that she was pressed against the headboard. Harry climbed on top of her and kissed her sweetly.

All Y/N could think about was how his kisses were so soft compared to Draco’s. Stop. You love Harry, and you love his kisses. Stop thinking about Draco. Focus on Harry. Y/N kissed him back with force, causing Harry to pull away. “Eager, are we?” he chuckled. Y/N blushed and nodded curtly. “I need you,” she mumbled, trying to get him to speed up. It seemed to work; Harry curled his fingers in the waistband of Y/N’s black underwear and swiftly slid them down and off of her legs. He licked his fingers,  pressed them to her slit, and slowly dragged them up and down. Y/N closed her eyes and tried to focus on the moderately pleasing sensation, but all she could think about were Draco’s fingers. 

Soon enough, Harry slid two digits inside her and began to pump in and out. But Y/N couldn’t take it; she just couldn't. “Harry, please. I’m ready,” she lied. Harry looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Y/N nodded impatiently. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. Please, Harry,” she begged. And with that, he withdrew his fingers and took his dick out of his underwear. He stroked it softly before grabbing a condom from his drawer and slipping it on. Harry lined up his tip with Y/N’s pussy and hesitantly slid in. A sharp gasp left him when Y/N slammed her hips forward, shoving his cock all the way inside her. “Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned. “Move Harry,” she instructed. Harry obliged and began to thrust in and out of her at a consistent but slow pace. At that moment, Y/N was reminded that Harry very much liked slow, sensual sex. He was the complete opposite of Draco. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Harry grunted as he upped his speed just a little. Y/N forced a moan to spill from her lips while she clenched her walls around him, making him gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he told her. Y/N reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. She gazed into his eyes, and for a moment, felt the pain of guilt again, but she quickly pushed it away and kissed him passionately. Harry groaned into her mouth, his thrusts beginning to turn sloppy. Y/N knew he was close. Sure enough, a few moments later, he pulled away from the kiss and announced his climax. Y/N squeezed him tightly, pretending she was reaching her high as well. 

After Harry calmed down, he removed himself from Y/N’s hole and sat down on the bed, heaving heavily. “Did you…?” he asked. Y/N pushed herself up so that she was leaning back on her elbows. “Yeah, I did,” she lied. Harry blushed softly, feeling proud. Y/N, on the other hand, felt like utter shit. She was always honest with Harry whenever he failed to make her cum, but tonight, she lied. It didn’t sit well with her. She watched as her boyfriend slid off the bed and went to dispose of the used condom. Y/N let herself fall onto the soft mattress. She stared up at the ceiling, questioning what the hell she was doing. Soon enough, Harry returned to the bed and crawled underneath the covers, coaxing Y/N to put on a shirt before pulling her underneath as well. Within minutes, Harry was fast asleep, leaving Y/N alone in her thoughts. They all consisted of Draco. He was all she saw in her mind as she replayed his voice. 

“You’re so tight.”

“Tell me I’m better than him, Y/N.”

“I’ll sneak off to your common room, crawl into your bed, and fuck you until you see stars.”

“I’m gonna fuck you all the fucking time.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry rolling over and letting her go. His back was now facing her. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stand being in that room any longer. So she carefully peeled back the bedsheets and slinked out of bed. But when her feet touched the floor, a loud creak sounded through the room. She grimaced, terrified Harry had heard it. Luckily, when she turned around, she only saw him softly snoring. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed over to her pile of clothes, and quickly threw them on. Once properly clothed, she pulled out her wand, unlocked the door, and walked out of it as quietly as possible. She double-checked that Harry was asleep and pushed the door so that it was almost closed, leaving it open just a crack, and rushed down the stairs. Y/N got to the bottom of the stairs and walked across the common room towards the girl’s dorms when she heard a door begin to open. Her feet froze, and Y/N prayed that it would be dark enough so that whoever was coming inside wouldn’t be able to see her. But what she was not anticipating was Draco Malfoy waltzing into the room as if he owned the place. He spotted her instantly.

“Draco! How the hell did you get in here?” Y/N whisper-yelled as she walked over to the Slytherin. Draco smirked. “Let’s just say, first-years are very easy to trick and even easier to frighten.” Y/N frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re a prick, you know that?” she asked condescendingly. “Shut your mouth before I do it for you,” he threatened. “Now, lead me to your dorm, why don’t you?” Draco asked, but it was quite obvious he didn’t mean it as a question. Y/N gulped and spun around. She led Draco up the stairway and all the way to her dormitory. Her roommate was rarely present, always spending the night in her girlfriend’s room, so Y/N didn’t have to worry about waking anyone up. She opened the door and hurried inside, Draco following after her. Once she closed the door behind them, Draco grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. Y/N’s heart began to race as the blonde leaned in close. “You smell of sex,” he stated. Y/N averted her eyes, unable to bring herself to look at him. This made Draco angry; he swiftly grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him, forcing her to make eye contact. 

“Who fucked you? I thought I told you you were mine,” he growled. Y/N was almost positive that he could feel the pounding in her chest. She looked at the floor, feeling like a child who’d just gotten caught stealing candy. “H-harry did. I couldn’t just say no, he’d think s-something was up, h-he’d get suspicious,” Y/N explained, trying to get Draco to understand. “Bad choice, princess, because now I get Saint Potter’s sloppy seconds. How do you think that makes me feel, huh?” Draco asked while pressing her further into the wall, her shoulder blades beginning to hurt. His eyes were glowing with anger. He’d never looked so terrifying to Y/N. But then again, he’d never looked so sexy. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t for very long, I swear,” said Y/N. Her hands were in the air, trying to prove to him she wasn’t fibbing. Draco smirked and leaned in closer. “Good, because you’re not sleeping tonight,” he snarled. He removed his hands from her shoulders, and they flew to her skirt, where they yanked it down, along with her panties. The cold air hit her hot pussy, causing her to squirm. Draco wasted no time; he had already changed into comfortable clothes, so all he had to do was pull down his sweatpants and take his already hard cock into his palm. He teased her slit with the tip of it, just like Harry had done, only better. And then, he pushed inside all the way to the hilt, making Y/N’s body jerk from the impact. 

“How does he fuck you, Y/N? Does he fuck you slow, like this?” Draco asked while he thrusted into her at a leisurely pace. Y/N nodded quickly, her eyes sewn shut. “Yes.” Draco chuckled. “And do you like that, Y/N? Or do you prefer being slammed into?” When Draco said “slammed,” he did just that, pulling his dick out then forcing it back inside Y/N’s pussy. A squeak escaped Y/N’s lips. “Please, please, please,” she begged, not really sure what she was begging for. “What princess? Do you like this? Do you like getting pounded?” Draco teased while thrusting into her, fast. Y/N nodded desperately, her eyes still closed tightly. Draco once again slowed his pace. Y/N whimpered and clenched her pussy walls around his cock, trying to urge him to fuck her faster. 

“Open your eyes, princess, look at me,” he demanded. Y/N’s eyes flickered open and landed on Draco’s grey ones. “Listen to me carefully. You’re going to suck my dick, ride me, and then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll eat you out. How does that sound, slut?” he asked, still sliding in and out of her. She scrambled to reply. “Y-yes, that sounds so good, please,” she whined. Draco laughed at her neediness and then pushed into her, making her yelp. “And one more thing, you can’t cum until I say so. Understand?” he questioned. Y/N felt her legs tremble and shake as she inhaled sharply. “Yes, I understand,” she muttered. “Stop mumbling; say it again,” he ordered her harshly. Y/N gulped and cleared her throat. “I understand. I won’t cum until you say so.” Draco smiled and thrusted into her one more time before pulling out. “That’s a good girl. Now get on your knees.”

Y/N did just that, nearly falling onto the floor as she knelt. When she regained her balance, she was met with Draco’s wet cock in her face. She hesitated momentarily but drew it into her mouth and began to suck softly, her hands rested on his hips. Draco’s head rolled back, and he moaned softly. This let Y/N know she was off to a good start. She hollowed her cheeks and leaned forward, pushing him farther down her throat. Draco jerked his dick forward, causing Y/N to gag slightly. He gazed down at her. “My little slut,” he mumbled. Y/N pressed her legs together, creating mild friction. She hesitantly pulled her lips backward so that she could place a hand on the base of his cock. Her slow rubbing caused Draco’s dick to twitch. 

Y/N sucked him for what felt like hours. Her jaw was growing sore, and she was almost about to tap out when suddenly, Draco grasped her hair with both hands and slammed his cock to the back of her throat. He fucked her mouth fast, refusing to give her a chance to breathe. Tears were now streaming down Y/N’s face as she was used like a toy. He thrusted in and out a few more times before shooting his load down her neck.

When he pulled out, Y/N gasped for air, coughing a little bit as well. Draco crouched down and took her face in his hands, studying her. “Look at you, little whore. You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. Y/N said nothing as blush rushed to her face. Draco snickered and straightened his legs. He kicked off his pants and slippers and held out his hand. Y/N took it, and he helped her to her feet. Then, without warning, he hoisted her up into his arms and walked over to her bed. He dropped her onto it and spread her legs. Draco watched her squirm for a few seconds before he hopped on top of her and flipped them over so that she was now on top. “You know what to do.” Y/N glanced up at him and bit her lip. Slowly, she sat up and hovered over top of his cock, which had somehow already returned to full hardness. She glanced up at the Slytherin again. “Go on, don’t be shy.” And with that, Y/N lowered herself down onto him, moaning all the way. Draco smirked and watched his dick disappear inside her as she got seated. 

Once Y/N had adjusted, she began to bounce; Draco’s dick slid in and out of her as he simply watched with his arms crossed behind his head. “That’s it, keep fucking yourself on my cock,” Draco purred. Y/N’s thigh muscles tensed as she increased her pace. Her tits began to jiggle slightly as she dropped herself onto Draco. Her pussy touched his skin with every bounce; the slight rub of her clit against him drove her crazy. Suddenly, she grabbed his hips for more leverage and began to slam her hips downwards, desperately wanting to feel more, more, more. Draco couldn’t take it anymore; the sight in front of him was too good. In a flash, he slapped her hands off of him and placed his on her hips. He picked her up and brought her down onto his cock, hard. Y/N was unable to contain her screams as Draco began pounding her from below. Her breasts were bouncing violently as lewd, wet slapping noises filled the red and gold-colored dorm room. 

“Draco, can I cum? Please let me cum. I’m so close,” Y/N whispered, a strained squeal leaving her lips. Draco began to fuck her even faster. “Don’t you dare,” he grunted. Y/N cried out; she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it. “Please, I won’t be able to stop myself if you keep going,” she whimpered, feeling the coil in her abdomen grow. But then, Draco stopped. He dropped his hips and simply held Y/N down so that his cock was still buried inside her but unmoving. The blonde chuckled as he watched Y/N wriggle on top of him, trying to get him to move again. “No, no! Draco, please,” she whined, desperately wanting to reach her high. But before she knew it, the delicious feeling inside her had faded away. “Look at me, Y/N,” Draco commanded. She looked up at him; her face was scrunched up as if she were about to cry. Perhaps she was. “Convince me you’re a good girl, and I’ll make you cum.”

Y/N could hear her heartbeat pulsing in her ears. She knew she was panicking, but she also knew she needed to come, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. “I won’t let Harry fuck me ever again!” Almost immediately after she said it, her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that so?” he asked. Y/N gulped but nodded, letting her hand fall. “Yes. You’ll be the only one… I promise,” she muttered. Draco sat up and took her face in his hand, pulling her chin down so that her mouth popped open. He stuck his thumb inside, and she instantly began to suckle on it. “You’re mine,” he growled as he latched his lips onto her neck, sucking hard. Y/N clenched around him and groaned as his teeth nipped her skin. “Fuck,” he muttered after pulling away. He then lifted her off of him and spun her around so that she was in his previous spot. He dropped her onto the bed, pressed his face in between her legs, and licked a long stripe up her slit. Y/N cried out in shock and pleasure. Draco’s tongue was relentless. He swirled it around her clit and then stuck it in her hole. He repeated this action multiple times, somewhat edging her. Her clit was throbbing and pulsing; she was already close again. 

“Don’t stop, please,” she pleaded. Draco chuckled, his breath fanning over her wet, hot pussy. She couldn’t help but squirm as his tongue returned. This time he sucked on her nub. Y/N screamed and felt tears fall from her eyes. “You can cum. Cum around my mouth, slut,” Draco purred. Y/N didn’t need anything else; she came immediately after receiving permission. Her orgasm came in waves. Y/N’s body jolted with each one. Draco continued sucking on her throughout her climax. When it was over, he still didn’t stop. The overstimulation was too much for Y/N, but he didn't budge when she tried to push him away. Within another thirty seconds, Y/N was cumming again. She shrieked as her world stopped spinning. Her vision clouded, and her body went numb. Eventually, Draco pulled away and ceased his torment. He laughed lightly upon seeing the look on Y/N’s face. She looked, to put it frankly, fucked out. 

“You alright there?” Draco asked while delivering a short slap to Y/N’s pussy. She groaned softly and opened her eyes. “Fuck you,” she breathed. Draco only smiled as he climbed out of bed. Y/N whimpered, not wanting him to go. “Hush, I’m only grabbing something to clean you up with,” he retorted. A few moments later, he walked back to her with a few tissues in hand. He gingerly wiped the soft material down her slit, causing her to whine from the sensitivity. But Draco was quick, and in no time, Y/N was all cleaned up. She sat up and rested her back against the headboard. Draco took the spot next to her and kissed the side of her head. God, he’s so confusing, Y/N thought to herself. And then it hit her.

She leaped out of bed with a gasp and scrambled for her clothes. “What’s wrong?” Draco asked, concern lacing his voice. “Harry. He’ll notice if I’m not there in the morning, I have to go," Y/N said. Draco frowned and watched as Y/N yanked her drawers open and searched for sleep clothes. He, too, got to his feet and began donning his discarded clothing. Y/N pulled a sweater over her head and headed for the door. But before she left, she turned to Draco. “What if he finds out?” she asked softly. Draco looked at her as he tied the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said while walking towards her. She gazed up at him, fear in her eyes. Draco sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple before walking out the door. Y/N stood frozen in her doorway; Draco’s sudden tenderness confused her. He kissed her after they had sex, he cleaned her up, and he’d just kissed her again. His kind gestures made her feel warm and fuzzy when she should hate him. Unfortunately, Y/N had no time to ponder this; she needed to get back to Harry. 

She made no noise as she scampered down the steps into the common room. When she arrived, she saw the portrait closing behind Draco as he left the Gryffindor tower. Y/N stood still for a moment, then remembered what she was doing. Her feet carried her all the way back to Harry’s dorm. The door was still slightly open, just as she’d left it. Her shaky hand grasped the door handle and pushed it forward. Harry looked to be fast asleep. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and gently walked over to the bed. She lifted the covers and slid underneath them. Her eyes found the ceiling, and she felt guilt return to her stomach. But again, she pushed it away and let her eyelids shut. Sleep took her shortly.

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The sound of birds chirping woke Y/N. She opened her eyes to find she was in Harry’s bed. The memory of last night flooded back to her. Quickly, she turned to her left to see her boyfriend was gone. Y/N sat up and scanned the room. She jumped slightly when she saw Harry sitting by the window, his eyes glued to her. He looked...troubled. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep okay?” she asked.

“Where did you go last night?” Harry asked. His voice was heavy with anger, and Y/N felt herself begin to panic. Quickly, she conjured up a lie. “I went to go change into comfier clothes, that’s all.” Harry glared into her eyes and pointed to her neck. “What’s that then?” he asked. Y/N’s stomach dropped as she realized what Harry was gesturing to. “I know I didn’t give you that, so who did Y/N?” he asked condescendingly. Y/N remained quiet. She didn’t want to lie to Harry anymore, but also couldn’t bring herself to answer him.

“Who, Y/N? Who did you sneak out to see last night?” Harry interrogated. The jig was up; Y/N knew that. She felt tears fill her eyes as she whispered, “Draco.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry get to his feet. Y/N’s head snapped up, and she watched him storm towards the exit as her teardrops began to fall. “We’re done,” he said firmly as he ripped open the wooden door and slammed it behind him, leaving Y/N alone. She dropped her head into her hands and began to sob. What have I done?

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Compromise

Yandere Alpha!Aizawa x omega!reader

Warnings: omegaverse fuckery, yandere, dark themes, very slight daddy kink, very slight breeding kink, PiNk NiPpLeS

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and that friend is me. Entirely self indulgent which is wack because usually when I write AOB shit I have the shield of it being a request up. Usually I try to stray away from describing things about skin and bodies for self-inserts, but I did a little bit for this one. Anyways, have some nasty trash

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Aizawa was a patient and experienced man. He was no stranger to having a cat he rescued off the street become reclusive in his domain— only making appearances when they needed to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, so it was not too alarming when he brought you, a criminal vigilante, back to his home and you had reacted similarly. He wasn’t worried. He figured that as an omega, he’d find you deprived and wanton sooner or later.

He understood that you needed your space. It surely had to be a bit of a culture shock to you for the first couple of days or weeks, and he certainly knew that you’d need your time to cool off after being plucked so suddenly off the streets like you were. The last thing Aizawa wanted was for you to hate him, so at first he had repressed his need to claim you immediately in order to help you acclimate to your new environment. He was fervently against forcing himself on you, even if his nature told him that it was his right.

Before you became a suitable partner, you had to be his pet. You had to be his comfortable pet.

So he left you alone in the room he’d set up for you, only hoping that you’d come out to visit him on your own accord before you fell into your first heat in your new home. Your stubborn heart never showed its face, but that wasn’t a dealbreaker for the erasure hero. If anything, your petulance stirred him. It beckoned him.

The day finally came when you had your first heat, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t looking forward to it. It was only natural for Aizawa to be drawn to your room when he caught a whiff of that delectable scent, that musty aroma that was so indisputably you, that it got him hard as a rock instantaneously. Like a moth to a flame, he found and rescued you from your own aching turmoil. The alpha claimed you, and marked you, and fucked you, and loved you, until you were nothing but a messy pile of satisfied lust melded into the guest room sheets, panting and writhing and thanking him for taking very good care of you. You were soft and warm and you fit around him perfectly. You were heaven on earth, crying into his shoulder, clawing at his back, begging for him to give more, more, more, and he did, and you wailed and came for him over and over until you inevitably passed out— splayed on the bed all cute and tuckered out and his. He had been elated.

He had hoped that after the first time he mated with you, you’d be more personable. However, after the fifth heat, Aizawa had to admit that your indomitability would not be broken so easily. He figured that he was spoiling you— letting you stay hidden and alone for as long as you wanted until your heat broke and you could use him for the one thing you’d value him for as an omega. That was the thing. He was letting you use him, and though that may have made you his comfortable pet, that didn’t further your advancement into becoming a suitable partner; it just made you a spoiled princess. He just had to let you know that though a princess you may be, you were his. He’d spoil you on his own terms, and that was only after you learned who held the reigns under his roof.

Six hours had passed since he first caught your scent. You were early this month, which was a pleasant surprise. That could’ve been because of your change in diet; Aizawa had been feeding you lean meat rather than packaged protein in hopes of getting you to act a little more congenial, but that hadn’t changed your mood much. You still glared and recoiled whenever he entered the room, which was nothing compared to the storm of swears you had whirled at him while trying to claw his eyes out when he first brought you to the condo. Still, he’d prefer that you at least thanked him for feeding you and making sure you had plenty of blankets to sleep with at night.

But now that you were in heat— now that you were needy, and desperate, and hungry for an alpha, Aizawa knew that dealing with your less-than-pleasant mood would be worth it. However, this month, he would not come to your aid when he caught the first signs of you torture. He’d have you wait for however long he could stomach it

Aizawa was surprised when you finally came out to the living room.

What Aizawa was expecting was an insolent omega with a potent glower on her face— that consistent brat’s disposition. What he wasn’t expecting was that the brat was going to be wearing one of his long sleeved shirts with nothing but her panties underneath, and he didn’t expect it to be so fucking cute. Did you miss his scent? Was his shirt some sort of comfort object to you?

You were becoming such a good girl.

A sheen of your own need coated your thighs and your potent aroma wafted around the living room. It was nearly unbearable. Aizawa didn’t bother to hide the raging tent in his pants. He wanted you to know that he smelled you, that he wanted you, and that it was no mistake that you had been neglected for hours. You were being punished and you should know. He lifted a singular brow, prompting you to speak.

Instead of begging for him immediately like he expected you to, you surprised him for the second time with an accusation:

“You are being cruel.”

Your voice was hoarse, as if you’d been crying, or moaning, or both, and Aizawa loved it. The corner of his mouth twitched up and he extended his arm out, beckoning you to climb into his lap, and like an obedient little bitch, you did.

Your knees were on either side of one of his thick thighs, one of your hands were pulling pathetically at the shoulder of his shirt while the other pressed lightly to his neck. Shouta felt a shudder climb up his spine when you squeezed your legs together and he gave his own leg and experimental bump, just to watch you clench your teeth together and hiss.

You burrowed your face into the crook of his neck. Aizawa took you in, pressing his nose to your hair, relishing the mixed aroma of your shampoo, your sweat, and your pheromone. You gave out a wanton little whimper when he pressed his hand lightly to the small of your back. Aizawa bumped his leg again, and you shuddered against him, letting out the smallest sigh. Noisy baby girl.

You were everything lovely in this world— his little rose.

“Sadist,” you accused, slowly rolling your hips as you began riding his thigh. Your nails dug into his shoulder when he gave you another bump. You growled, but it was no more threatening than a hiss of a kitten.

Aizawa smirked against your hair. Even the loveliest of roses had their thorns.

“How do you figure?” He asked in a slightly mocking tone, because his true nature when he got intimate was no secret to him nor you— not that you objected to it… in the moment. “I haven’t laid a finger on you.”

He slid his large hands down your waist to your smooth, bare thighs. Your body flushed with warmth, and Aizawa could tell that you felt his cock pulsate against your leg by how your cheeks burned a deeper shade of lustful red.

“You’re… neglecting me,” you murmured into his chest.

Aizawa tutted at you and you hummed against him. It was baffling how similar you were to an actual pampered cat.

“Neglecting,” he echoed, baleful and bemused while still oddly roused by how you were trying to appeal to his alpha ethos. “Do I not bring you food when you are hungry? Water when you’re thirsty? Have I not invited you to stay with me in a loving home that you’re free to roam on your own accord only to leave you be when you choose to stay shut away in the lonely room?”

You peeled your head away and scowled down at him. Your plush lips pursed in a way that thrilled Aizawa. His eyelids grew heavy as he imagined pushing his fingers between your them while his cock plunged deep into your soaking, needy, little omega cunt. God, how he missed feeling your walls tighten around him. He thought about what it was like being inside you all the damn time, and it was torture knowing that you were a only a room away from him, and that he could have you at any time so easily, but you’d never be able to love him like he wanted you to if he commanded you to fuck him. Even now, waiting this long while he knew you’d let him in easily, but knowing he had a point to prove, was absolute torture. If patience was a virtue, Aizawa was a goddamn saint.

Trembling, you said, “you kidnapped me, actually. That’s not as loving as you might think, Eraser.”

“No, sweetheart.” Aizawa brought his hand up to your face. His thumb caressed your lips, and they parted readily for him. Your mouth wrapped around him as you hummed tentatively around his thumb. You suckled on him with buzzing warmth, trying to sway him away from having a serious conversation, because it was obvious that right now, you did not want to talk about your ‘kidnapping’; you wanted Aizawa to rut you. “I saved you.”

Aizawa pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop! and with the same hand, he proceeded to squeeze your cheeks together. “And you’ve not been very gracious.”

Aizawa could see a fire building up in your eyes. The carnal side of him wanted you to lash out, just so he could push you onto the floor, head down, ass up, and teach you some goddamn manners, but he had to tell himself that you needed to learn. This thought waged war against the sudden realization that his thigh was warm and wet with your lust, and that was quickly pushing the limits of his resolve. He didn’t think that you even knew you were scenting him, which might’ve made that all the more hot.

You’re hurting, he thought to himself. You’re hurting and you want him. You want to be pumped full of his seed, to be bred like a blue ribbon bitch. You want him to use you.

Aizawa could feel his blood rushing while you reached around his head to pull his hair tie out, letting his messy black mop drape over his face. Your lovely hands softly grasped his wrist and with a voice too damn sweet for your own damn good, you asked, “what do you want?”

“For you to be a good girl.”

“I— I’m here, aren’t I?” You asked, as if that would suffice. In retrospect, it would, but Aizawa wanted to be greedy with you. He wanted much more.

So he lied. “That’s not enough, princess.”

“God, please, tell me what I need to do for you to… to fuck me. This is excruciating!”

“Oh. Is my little kitten in heat?” Aizawa moved his hand from your cheeks, down to your warm neck and squeezed. “Is that why she’s finally crawled out of her hideaway?”

Aizawa grabbed the back of your head and you gasped. Your hands slid down to below your stomach, but Aizawa yanked on your hair, causing you to cry out and grasp at his arms before you could dip your treacherous hands into your ptanties. He watched as your nipples hardened harshly through his shirt that really did fit you well.

You whispered out a cute little, “yes,” as Aizawa pushed the shirt up to reveal the tender, pink tits he’d been missing for weeks. Licking his lips, Aizawa experimentally pinched one of your swollen buds between his middle and index fingers as he palmed your sore, swollen breasts. You moaned as you rubbed yourself harder onto his thigh, as if that would be enough to get you off, though it clearly wasn’t by your hushed pleas for any kind of relief. Aizawa ached. He could feel his own pre-cum dribbling out of his cock every time you barely brushed against him.

“Poor baby,” Aizawa cooed before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. Your body shook while his tongue swirled around you. You placed your hands on the top of his head and began kneading your fingertips through your hair. Aizawa groaned, the reverberations in his chest deepening, the edges of his teeth teasing your sensitive bud.

“Eraser,” you mewled, because you were a vigilante criminal first and foremost, then with another tug, you warbled out a, “daddy,” because you wanted to stir him on a crueler, more personal level, and to tip the bucket over, you knitted your fingers into the back of his head, and pleaded, “alphaahhah.”

Aizawa pulled back and growled, ripping his shirt up and off your shoulders. In nothing but your panties, your entire body flushed in either embarrassment or asoursal— possibly both. Aizawa wanted to worship every inch of you.

You tried to kiss him then, but Aizawa wasn’t having it— jerking his head away just enough so your lips were a hair away from his. You groaned defiantly, then pushed your face past his so his nose was lodged against your neck, below your scent glands. Since Aizawa was having a fine time teasing you, he rolled his tongue up your neck, just to hear your voice catch in a pathetic squeak that set every single nerve ending in his entire body aflame. This was sadomasochism in its prime. Aizawa enjoyed it immensely.

“I’ll come out more— a couple times a week.” You promised desperately, catching that Aizawa wanted to bargain with you.

“Not enough,” his gruff whisper against your skin sent ripples of goosebumps across your arms. “Though I love looking at my little pet, I want to be able to touch her, to hold her, to hear about her day. I’m going to need more from her. Do you understand?”

You paused. Mirthless. Shaken. His. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, before giving you another long lick.

“Yes-“ of all the names he’d like to hear from you— sir, alpha, Shouta, Eraserhead, you chose, “- daddy.” While in this state, your lustful, breathy sighs was the only air he needed for his lungs and hearing you call him daddy woke up something covertly instinctual in him. Your name was his heartbeat.

Baby girl. Baby girl.

“I can… join you for breakfast or dinner on the weekends… when you have time.”

“-I can make the time,” Aizawa cut in, murmuring against your skin. “Go on.”

You groaned in frustration. “I don’t know what the hell you want, Eraser! I can’t be your little housewife!”

Aizawa didn’t miss a beat. He was used to your outbursts, even when they were a bit too sudden. He also knew that when he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulders, you would moan and pull in his hair. When you did, all he had to do was grab your wrists, hold them above your shoulders, and watch you become a panting mess.

Housewife? As if Aizawa wanted you to be so tame. Someone to cook and clean for him? The concept was cute, but that wasn’t on brand with the woman he loved. Aizawa knew who you were, and that was not a doting slave, although the thought of you in an apron and nothing else besides that apron was an exciting concept.

“I don’t want a housewife, kitten. I want a mate.”

Your face flushed. Aizawa’s cock throbbed between your wet thighs. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you, and you kept pushing yourself against him, and god could he not wait another agonizing second of not being inside of you. He was about to let up— give in, give you what you both wanted, and then try again the next time you were desperate for him. He was about to, but then you hit him with a deal.

A myriad of promises escaped your lips, each richer than the last. Some of them were cute, domesticated bullshit that tickled Aizawa’s interest: movie nights, a kiss in the morning, brushing teeth together. Others tickled Aizawa in a different way: massages, surprise blowjobs, something concerning a collar and a leash.

Before he knew it, Aizawa was grinning. He couldn’t say that any of the ideas you spouted in your time of need, but in all honesty, the promise to try was really all he needed.

“I think we might be in business,” he said, and his grin turned into a kiss, and that kiss turned into his tongue brushing against yours, and his enjoying the taste of your moan turned into him ridding himself of the sweats that kept him from you.

The head of Aizawa’s cock twitched and glistened, wet with urgent desire. His stomach tightened when he grasped his throbbing base. You gave him a hungry look. “You wanna prove to me you'll be my good girl?” he purred, appraising you. You bit your lip and nodded attentively, ready to take any request he sent your way. “Then why don’t you ride daddy’s cock?.”

You laughed then. It was a sort of short, relieved kind of laugh that was more of a thank you than anything else— a yes, sir, anything you say, grateful for this opportunity, sir sort of noise.

You pulled your soaking panties to the side and formed a gyre with your hips, moving in circles, coating Aizawa’s cock in your slick. You licked your lips as his cock head teased your saturated slit. You hummed, practically quivering from the idea of having his cock push into you and it took everything out of Aizawa not to grab on to your hips and force you down on him. He needed to enjoy the show before being brute.

You dipped down onto him. Your mouth fell open, but no noise came out. Aizawa flexed his jaw, trying hard to hold onto the last remaining thread of his restraint. You locked your hand onto the back of his neck and eased yourself off of him— you hadn’t gotten even half of his length inside of you, but still your face tensed in pained pleasure as you rolled back down his shaft.

“Fuck. Sho. I can’t-!”

“What is it, baby girl? Is daddy’s cock too big for you to work with on your own?”

You gave him a withering look. You locked your fingers into his hair and forced your lips back on his. He chuckled lowly against your kiss, palming your breasts as you began to ride him.

Aizawa groaned inwardly because fuck, you felt so good rhythmically sliding up and down his cock— so warm, so sloppy, so tight— fuck, so tight that you couldn’t fit all of him in you. You moved your ass so well that Aizawa was surprised he hadn’t made you ride him before. Of course, every time the two of you had gotten intimate (intimate being being Aizawa’s word of choice because he loved you too damn much) in the past, it's always been rushed, carnal, and desperate. It didn’t help that Aizawa liked to take the reigns, and that fact battled with Aizawa’s desire to watch you move so fluently, so sensuously on top of him. You were a marvel to witness, and if he could, he’d savor this moment forever, but his corporal instincts took over.

Aizawa gripped onto your hips. Your pupils dilated.

Aizawa pulled you down onto him and when your mouth fell open this time, a high yip rang out from the back of your throat. He bucked his hips up, hitting you hard and deep each time you came down on him. You whimpered and mewled, digging your nails into his skin as your lust and need rolled down onto his thighs.

“Such pretty noises, kitten.“ he pulled your head back to him so his lips were against your ear. “I’m gonna ruin your little cunt, baby girl. How do you like that idea?”

“Hnngggg. Yes, daddy, please, please.”

Aizawa smirked. Good girl.

He bit your neck and you squeezed around him. He wrapped his arms around your body and stood up, moving you to the arm of the couch. You wrapped your legs around him, locking them around his hips with a grin Aizawa didn’t think you knew you had on. Fingers pulled on skin as he pistoned his hips, slapping into your fast and hard, filling the room with slaps and squelching and the sounds of you hissing and moaning and pleading for more. His skin turned red where you scraped your nails across, hopelessly trying to pull him more into you, and so he did.

He pushed himself to his hilt and watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Jesus Christ if you weren’t the most enchanting fucking creature on this plain earth. Aizawa pushed your shoulders back so you laid flat on your back with your legs hanging off the couch. He admired your stomach as his cock pressed against it, hitting your spot again and again, eliciting sweet music from his precious fucktoy.

Your pussy fluttered as your sputtered out nonsensensical praises for your alpha— the only man that could take care of you, the only man that would ever touch you again.

“Feel good, baby?” Aizawa hissed through gritted teeth as the base of his cock began to inflate. “You like it when I take care of you?”

You were lost to your words, only able to whimper back at him, clutching at the couch cushions with trembling fingers.

“C’mon girl, I know you can handle much more than this.”

“Shooutah,” you managed, squeezing your eyes shut as two thick tears rolled off your cheeks. “Pleaaase.”

“What is it, little kitty? Use your words.”

“I wanna make you a daddy,” you cried, your toes curling, your body shaking. Aizawa growled, his vision sharpening, his cock pulsating. You crooned, “I wanna have your baby. Please— please! ”

Aizawa couldn’t believe his ears. His perfect little mate playing with his instincts like that, just for a good fuck? Naughty kitten. He hunched over the couch, hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing lightly, forcing you to look at your mate. You squeaked, brows furrowing, breath faltering. You were giving him such a pretty and pathetic look. He couldn’t stand it.

Aizawa felt his knot swell all the way up when his lips once again collided with yours. You spasmed around him, and the added sensation of the sweet reverberations of your moans against his lips blew him away.

Aizawa could forgive you for making empty promises every now and again, but if you were going to say something so dangerous while he rutted into you, he might have to teach you to choose your worlds a little more carefully his way.

His knot locked you into place. His cock throbbed intensely as ropes of thick, hot cum lined your quivering cunt walls. Aizawa groaned when you howled, the two of you harmonized and synced, bonded to each other once again. Elation coursed through his veins, and he could tell by the beautiful euphoric look on your face, he could tell you were feeling the same way.

Trapped in each other’s daze, Aizawa couldn’t be happier stuck to you like this. He wove his fingers through your sweaty hair and kissed your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, and your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, because he couldn’t lie to you like this. You said nothing back, because you couldn’t lie either. It bothered Aizawa, but not enough to ruin his good mood. You didn’t love him yet because you didn’t know him. If you were true to your word and spent more time with him, letting him show you that the two of you were each other’s perfect mates, that could change. It would change.

At least when the swelling went down, and Aizawa could lay back on the couch, you curled against him and let him play with your hair. The two of you laid entwined together for a long while. Aizawa was content having you in his arms, but when your breathing grew heavier and he knew you were asleep, he was glad to be carrying you back to bed, his bed, where you’d be sleeping in from now on.

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[serendipityrogers]

a monday in new york city || b. barnes

one & two 

summary: another date with bucky, but this time its in new york city with some familar faces. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader

warnings: some ANNOYING as cliches that i just love, swearing 

an: okay so i know its been a week, but hey i’ve been busy! this series is going to have one more part! and it’s going to be spicy, but that is gonna take awhile because it takes a lot for me to write spicy stuff. also, this series doesn’t take place in a specific part of the mcu timeline, i just pick the characters i want and throw them together. the next part of my steve series should be out soon, like within the next couple days! enjoy!!! <3

“You should meet me in New York City tomorrow.” 

You and Bucky were talking on the phone, no Facetime or Skype, because this man still had a flip phone. After knowing about his history, this did not surprise you. Funnily enough, you didn’t actually know he had a phone until about two weeks ago. You proceeded to laugh at him for about thirty minutes when he pulled out the phone. It had been almost three months since he walked into your library for the first time. And the two of you had spent nearly everyday together, of course, except for those days he was gone on ‘obligations.’ 

“Like a date?” You asked, rolling onto your stomach, and moving the phone from between your ear and shoulder and onto your pillow. You heard him chuckle, and your cheeks warmed up. “We could call it that.” It was a Sunday night, and tomorrow was a holiday so the library would be closed, and for once, you had a day off. And you were over the moon about spending it with Bucky. 

“What do you have in mind?” You said, propping your head up on the palms of your hands. “Well, before I ask you, promise me you won’t freak out.” This peaked your interest. “Well what is it?” You pushed, “Promise me, first.” He was being stubborn. “Fine.” You sighed. “Well, the Starks are throwing a party tomorrow night…” He started, The Starks..? Like Tony and Pepper Stark? “...for our little group and some S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and he said I had a plus one, so of course, I want to take you.”

You were speechless, and you could feel the nerves creeping up from your stomach, all the way up to your throat. “Hello?” He asked, making sure you were still there. “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. Just processing.” You muttered, now completely sat up in your bed. There were a few more moments of silence, then you spoke. “So you want me to go to a party thrown by Tony and Pepper Stark, and not only that, but a Stark party that will be mostly all your superhero friends?” You asked more rhetorically than anything else. “Yes.” He said confidently, which for a moment made your nerves waiver, but only for a couple seconds. 

“If it’s any consolation, I really want you to come, and everyone really wants to meet you.” Everyone? Who is ‘everyone’..? Like the Avengers? They knew about you? Holy shit. You couldn’t think about that right now though. You broke it down in your head, trying to simplify it. Bucky really wanted you to go, and you really didn’t have a reason to say no, other than being very anxious about the whole thing. “You know what, sure.” You were finally able to get out the words. “Wait, really?” He asked excitedly. That made you feel good, that he was so excited for you to meet his friends. 

He gave you all the details, adding to the nerves creeping up your throat. “I’m gonna get some sleep.” Bucky muttered at around 11, which was late for him. “I probably should too.” You said with a yawn. “Goodnight, Doll.” He said in a raspy tone, followed by him yawning as well. “Goodnight, Buck.” You said sleepily, about to hang up the phone, but then he spoke again. “And doll, I promise you won’t regret saying yes.” And with that, the phone line went dead. 

It was a restless night, you tossed and turned for a couple hours, thinking about all the ways you could fuck up on this date. The last time you checked the clock it was just after one in the morning. When you did finally wake up, the sun was beaming straight into your bedroom. Warming up the room around you, you felt a thin layer of sweat covering your body, but that honestly could have been from the nerves. The first thing you did was grab your phone, and check if you had any text from Bucky, and you did. 

It was a simple ‘good morning, doll,’ the same text he’s sent you every morning since you guys traded phone numbers. You sent him a similar text back, and rubbed the remaining sleep from your eyes. After contemplating staying in bed for awhile longer, you decided against it and figured you could start the day, as it was already almost ten in the morning. 

After a warm shower, which consisted mostly of shaving and washing your hair, you decided to make a quick breakfast. While you ate, you contemplated on what to wear. Bucky said it was more on the fancier side. You had a couple ‘fancier’ options, but not a closet full. Breakfast was done and dishes were clean, so now it was time to try on all your options. By the end of you trying on almost everything in your closet, you decided to keep it simple but elegant. It was a black satin slip dress that fell right above your knee, and the shoes were a pop of color and definitely brought the outfit together. 

As you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, you felt those same nerves creeping up the back of your throat. The lot was full of cars, but you were able to get a spot closer to the front. This party looked like a lot more than a ‘little group and some S.H.I.E.L.D agents.’ After sending Bucky an ‘I’m here’ text, you gathered your phone and some little extras into your clutch. While you did some last minute touches and repositioning of your hair in your rear-view mirror, there was a small knock on your driver-side window, making your entire body jump, head snapping towards the noise. 

Your eyes landed on Bucky, who was practically doubled over on laughter. After getting in a good laugh, he pulled open your door, giving you a hand to step out more smoothly, which you swatted away and rolled your eyes at him. Once he got a good look at you, his face shifted. The dress you wore accentuate parts of your body that your everyday clothes certainly did

not. And you were not the only one who noticed. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on your as you walked in front of him to navigate through some of the cars. 

Once there was enough room for both of you to walk side-by-side, you felt his metal hand slide along your lower back, coming to rest on your furthest hip. His fingers rested on your hip bone, with each step you took, his hand followed the curve, giving it a small squeeze. “You look amazing, doll.” He whispered into your ear, making a layer of goosebumps cover your arms. “So do you, Buck.”

You were glad you wore black, because of course, so did Bucky. He wore a black undershirt, with a black blazer with leather lapels, and of course black dress pants. The two of you looked like a pair, which you liked. The two of you approached the front door of the hotel, pulling his arm away from your body, making you feel empty. He whisked the door open for you, letting you walk in before him.

The lobby was pretty empty, just a receptionist and a couple security guards standing around. You could hear talking and laughter from behind a couple pairs of closed doors. You followed Bucky towards one of the security guards, who was standing in front of one of the sets of doors.  “She’s with me.” He explained, as the two of you approached him. Those words made you giddy, and you smiled at the man. “Alright, Sergeant Barnes.” The guard said, pushing the door open for both of you. 

“Oh, Sergeant Barnes, huh?” You joked, wrapping one of your arms around his metal bicep. He tensed up a bit, but then laughed, “I like the way you say that.” Then added a wink. You looked away from Bucky, and towards the crowded, very crowded, room. Bucky definitely underestimated the amount of people would be here, but it was a Stark party after all, so you weren’t surprised. Bucky and you walked towards the bar, taking a seat, which you were thankful for, your feet already killing you. 

The two of you spoke for awhile, sipping on your drinks. You weren’t sure why Bucky drank, since he physically could not get drunk. But if the drinks were free, you would be drinking too. “Hey Buck, there you are.” A man approached you two, placing a hand on Bucky’s back. Both of you turned your head, eyes landing on a familiar face. “You must be (Y/M/N).” He smiled, sticking a hand out for you to shake, so you did so. “Hello, Steve.” You matched his smile. 

After the three of you bantered back and forth for a few moments, Steve spoke again, “Well if you two want to join us, most of us are sitting on the other side of the bar.” He explained pointing to the side of the room. Following the direction of his fingers, you saw a group of some more familiar faces. You knew most of their faces from news articles, but knew their names from Buck’s stories. It was Natasha, Bruce, and Wanda. “Wanna go?” You heard Bucky ask you, placing a hand on your knee. “Of course!” You said, perking up. Going over there was the last thing you wanted to do, because you already knew this was going to be awkward. 

Steve led as Bucky followed him through the crowd, pulling you by your hand. Maneuvering through the people, ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ passing your lips every so often. “I’m back…” Steve said, “...and I brought friends.” His use of the endearing term ‘friend,’ made you lighten up a bit. After some, not so awkward, introductions, they all started talking, and you happily listened. Your stories could never match up to any of theirs, so you didn’t even try. “Do you want another drink?” Bucky asked, noticing your empty glass. “Yeah, sure.” You smiled, he grabbed the glass out of your hands. He left your side, walking to meet the bartender who stood closer to the middle of the bar. 

“So (Y/M/N), has Bucky read every book in your library yet?” Natasha asked, but by the way she emphasized the ‘your’ in her sentence, you couldn’t tell if she was implying an innuendo, but you decided to keep it literal. “Ya’know, he actually tends to stick around the romance section, his favorites are the damsel in distress ones.” You joked, placing the back of your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes like you were fainting. This got a laugh out of the group, making a small bit of confidence grow inside you. “What’re you guys laughing at?” Bucky asked, placing the fresh drink in your hand. “Nothing.” You said, pretending to lock your lips, making the group laugh again.

After a few more drinks, you had stopped feeling so tense and started loosening up. You started talking with Natasha and Wanda, while Buck, still nearby, spoke with Steve and Bruce. The three of you were sharing some of your dating horror stories. That was until the DJ started playing some more upbeat music, Natasha immediately stopped and looked between you and Wanda.

“Do you guys wanna dance?” He asked hopefully, wrapping one of her hands around yours, and Wanda’s, wrist. “Sure!” You exclaimed, which made Wanda agree. The three of you left the bar, making your way to the large dance floor in the middle of the room. There were a good amount of people on the floor, and everyone was in their own worlds. It took you a while to get into it, but when the DJ played a song you knew all the words to, it was over.

The three of you danced in a circle together. You danced similarly to the day Bucky caught you dancing at the library. Eyes shifting from open to closed, hands running up and down your body, hips moving side to side, fingers running through your hair. You felt eyes on you, and you looked towards Bucky. He had a green beer bottle pressed to his lips, not sipping just sitting there, like he was frozen. His eyes followed every curve of your body as it moved. Knowing that he was watching you made you want to move even more, Natasha and Wanda matching your energy level. 

After saying all your goodbyes to everyone, and Natasha drunkenly inviting you to one of her and Wanda’s girls night, Bucky walked you to your car. “You really shouldn’t drive.” He insisted, grabbing the keys you had hanging around your finger. You definitely weren’t drunk, but more like buzzed. “I’m fine.” You insisted, leaning against the side of your car, trying to get any weight off your feet. 

“Stay the night with me.” He inisited, both hands resting on your hips, and his forehead resting on yours. You debated back and forth in your head, well the best you could in your buzzed state. “Fine.” You said, trying to sound reluctant, but you were the opposite, but he couldn’t know that. “But, I need to leave by 7:30 tomorrow morning!” 

The drive was short, no longer than five minutes. “Now don’t make fun of me, as you know, I don’t spend very much time here.” Bucky explained, hand resting on the doorknob of his front door. “Oh shut up, I’m sure it’s fine.” You laughed, placing your hand on his and turning the doorknob. He stepped in first, flipping on the light switch. Your eyes scanned over the viewable part of the apartment,”I was right, you just need to do some major decorating.” 

Bucky walked off as you practically ripped your shoes off your feet, sighing in relief. Leaving the foyer and stepping into the living room, you searched for Bucky and he was standing in the kitchen. So you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hi.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering closed and cheek pressed against his back. “Hey, doll.” He muttered back. 

You felt Bucky raise both his arms, and you heard some shifting, so you assumed he was searching for something in his cabinet. You heard what sounded like a pill bottle, and he shook some of them out into his hand. “Here take these.” He grabbed one of your hands, placing two small, circular pills in your hand. It was some form of Advil, you could tell by the familiar red color. 

Pulling away from him, you placed the pills into your mouth and he handed you a glass of water. “Thanks.” You said, taking a gulp of the water. “But I’m not gonna be hungover.” You insisted, placing the glass into his sink. You could tell he didn’t believe you, but he just smiled.  “Let’s go get you some comfier clothes.” 

“These are not gonna fit.” You called from the other side of the bathroom door. Bucky had given you a shirt and some red flannel pajama pants. The shirt was fine, you wore big shirts quite frequently, but no matter how tight you pulled the drawstring, the pants fell down to your thighs.  You peaked your head out from behind the door, and Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed. “The shirt is pretty long on me, is it weird if I just don’t wear pants?” You asked him. He shrugged, “I don’t think so, as long as you’re comfortable.” He smiled. You opened the door all the way, and handed him the red pants, and he tossed them on the opposite side of the bed. 

“Well, It’s almost one in the morning, you should get some sleep.” He stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet,“You can have my bed, and I’ll sleep out here.” He pulled out a pillow and a sheet from his closet. “What, don’t wanna sleep with me, Buck? I see how it is.” You giggled, acting like you were upset, and rolling your eyes. 

“No-no, I-Buck, I’m kidding.” You cut him off, laughing at his sudden awkwardness. “I didn’t want to assume.” He finally muttered out. “I guess I don’t mind sharing a bed with you.” Continuing your joke, and slipping under the comforter. Engulfed by the smell of Bucky, which added another level of comfort. He pulled open the dresser once again, grabbing a shirt and some pajama pants, leaving you to go change in the bathroom. 

You scrolled on your phone, setting multiple alarms to make sure you woke up on time tomorrow morning, then placing it on the bedside table. Letting your eyes fall closed, you turned so that your back was towards the bathroom door. Without opening your eyes, you heard the bathroom door open, and then the lights flickered off. 

There was some quiet shuffling and you felt the bed dip beside you. Your eyes reluctantly opened, and you were greeted by the sight of Bucky’s back. Without thinking, you placed your hand on the arm that wasn’t tucked under his body, pulling at it softly. He rolled inward, now facing you. There was a sleepy smile on his face, and he blinked slowly, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. You placed a hand on his face, thumb softly running over the stubble on his cheek. His eyes finally shut, face full of content, the corners of his lips still upturned. Wiggling closer to him, “If we cuddled a little bit, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You said, letting some excess air out of your nose, as a laugh. “I know we aren’t dating, but…” Your voice trailing off.

“Yeah, about that…”

[hiddlesbummmm]

I decided to try a new style of writing, so I didn’t do a Reader insert this time. I also noticed we are lacking Loki and Peter content, so I thought I would help fix that a little 💓

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic

Words: 1662 Ler Loki X Lee Peter

Stickiest of Situations

Peter was ecstatic. He had been working on this project for weeks now. So many sleepless nights welding and grinding in Tony’s lab making sure every piece of his new web shooter was smooth and sleek. Tony decided that it was a good learning experience for Peter to build and tinker with things, so he gave him full use of his lab anytime he needed it.

Peter’s hard work had finally paid off. Now, all he needed was to break it in a little bit.

Most of the team was off on a mission today, so it was the perfect day to run around and shoot things like a mad man. He needed to be able to run, swing, and jump without risking hitting anyone. His weeks of hard work led him to believe he had created his strongest and most durable web fluid yet. He had to test this out.

About an hour later, Peter’s obstacle course was set up and ready to go. He had moved couches into random spots throughout the compound. He grabbed his freshly made web-shooters, strapped them into his wrist, and filled it to the brim with his new fluid. He was planning on testing his new invention for the remainder of the day.

Unbeknownst to Peter, he was not alone on this side of the compound. Loki opted out of the most recent mission as he needed a little bit of a mental health day. He was relaxing, reading his favorite novel, and sipping in some chamomile tea. Loki enjoyed having the compound almost to himself. It gave him time to reflect on his new life and enjoy himself without distractions.

Loki was peacefully reading his book when all of a sudden there was a loud bang-out in the hallway. It was so abrupt that it caused Loki to spit out his tea which ended up landing on his book. Loki was furious, to say the least. Who on earth was making such a ruckus and being so careless!? Loki stormed out of his room and went on a hunt for whatever dull creature had disturbed him.

Meanwhile, Peter was having the time of his life. He was swinging off of the overhead balconies, soaring through the air shooting his life size replicas of bad guys. He was correct, this was by far the best web fluid he had ever made. It was slick and smooth and shot out faster than lightning, but durable enough to allow him to gracefully swing side to side. He was in a euphoric state. Mr. Stark would be so proud of his most recent accomplishment. Maybe he could even use his new web-shooters on the next mission! Peter was lost in thought, not really paying attention to his targets anymore. As he rounded a corner he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye. Without thinking, Peter did a flip in the air and shot the figure as he fell onto the ground and landed in his signature stance. He had the biggest smile on his face and felt like he was on top of the world.

That was until he froze and realized the figure he shot was moving. Peter ran over to the figure but once he saw who it was, shivers went down his spine. He had shot Loki, a literal God, smack dab in the face.

Now Peter was extremely intimidated by Loki. He had an aura about him that Peter wasn’t so sure if. He knew Loki was a great guy and all, but he still was scared of him. He always tried to tread lightly around him as to not set him off. Loki was a ruthless prankster, and Peter did not want to be caught in the middle of some of the pranks he pulled. When Loki was feeling playful, he was the light of any party.

But one look at his face and Peter knew he was in big trouble. Web fluid was stuck in Loki’s hair and although almost everything had been removed from his face, there were a few patches still hanging on. Peter gulped. “ Oh uhh hi Mr. Loki. I I I am so so so sorry. I didn’t see you there honest! “ Peter stammered out the best apology he could given his circumstance. He ultimately was trying not to shit his pants because the look Loki gave him was horrifying. Loki was seething. He wanted to rip Peter’s arms off or slap him silly for being so careless.

“ What the Hell are you doing you disgraceful insect! Some people are trying to relax and you are running around like a bull in a China shop! You are acting like a pathetic little child because you are one!!” Loki took a deep breath and pondered his next words. Peter looked like a lost puppy, and it almost made Loki feel bad. Almost. That’s when a lightbulb went off above Loki’s head. Peter was acting like a careless child so he deserved to be punished like one.

Peter saw Loki’s face soften lightly, only for it to change to pure evil and playfulness. “ You know Peter, I apologize for speaking to you like that. You are only a mere child and children need to be punished in their peculiar ways.” Peter’s furrowed his brows. What the hell was this guy talking about? He shouldn’t need to be punished, it was only an accident. “ Mr. Loki sir, it was an accident! I promise I will be extra careful next time!! Loki smirked. “ I’m sure you will be after I’m done with you, Peter Parker”. And with that, Peter was forcefully thrown back onto a nearby couch by a green mist. Before he could process the whole situation, Loki pounced on him, and easily ripped his new web shooter off his wrist. Loki then proceeded to shoot Peter’s hands, causing them to stick to the couch. Now, Peter was very strong, but unfortunately for him, he had made the fluid even stronger.

He was now pinned to the couch with an angry God sitting on his waist. “ Pleeease don’t hurt me, sir, I promise to never bother you again!” Peter was terrified, he had no idea what to expect at this point. Loki chuckled deeply and slowly placed his hands on the boys' sides. Peter flinched at the light touch. “ I would never hurt a child Peter. Besides, it’s much for fun to tickle one to death”. Peter’s eyes bulged from his head. Ever since he got bit by a spider, his nervous system was much more sensitive.

“ No no NO please Mr. Loki!! I swear I won’t bother you ever again. Don’t do this!! “ Peter begged as his life depended on it. Loki took this as his opportunity to test the waters. He gently tased Peter’s sides and the reaction he got was priceless. One little poke and this boy was giggling like a mad man. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Loki poked and prodded the poor boy's sensitive stomach looking for weak spots. Fortunately, every spot seemed to be pretty bad. Peter was a mess. His hair was a mess and he was giggling uncontrollably. “ Please Loki sir, I cananant take it ahaha! I’m really SORAHAHRYY! NO PLEAHEHES NOT THERE!!” Bingo. Loki’s eyes lit up when he saw where his fingers had randomly landed. They were under the kids' armpits. He was so in for it now. “ This will teach ya to never bother me again boy! You made me spill my favorite tea on my favorite book! You must pay!” Loki winked at Peter before he dove in with all ten fingers wiggling and poking and prodding Peter’s armpit. Peter’s laughter went up 3 octaves within milliseconds. “ LOKI NOHAHA PLEAHAHESE NOHAHT THERE! I AHHHHH!!” Peter was shaking his head back and forth, pulling with all his might to break loose the bonds. Loki was relentless. He gave Peter “ mercy” and removed one hand from his armpit so he could swirl it around the boy's belly button.

This combination was incredibly ticklish for Peter and there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was lay there and scream his little heart out. Loki was enjoying it so much. This would teach him for ruining his day. Loki then switched his technique and started to massage Peter’s ribs. This kept the boy bubbling with cute little giggles, but then he would race his fingers back to his armpits just so he could hear him scream again. Anyone could become drunk on Peter’s laughter. It could boost anyone’s serotonin easily. Loki was having so much fun teasing the poor boy, he didn’t notice when Peter finally broke one hand free from his web. Peter grabbed Loki’s wrist and pleaded with a hoarse voice. “ Mercy mercy plehehease. I’m gonnahaha die.”

When Loki heard him he stopped. Peter sucked in as much air as his lungs would allow. His face was neon red like a tomato and he was dripping with sweat. His face was plastered with the biggest smile Loki had ever seen. He was a good kid, and maybe Loki shouldn’t have been so hard on him. But, he did ruin his book.

“ Next time, be mindful of who you disturb”. Peter nodded his head multiple times. “ Yes sir! I will never bother you again!!” Loki playfully hit Peter on the shoulder. “ But I gotta say, great work on that web material. It will be a great asset for our team.”

Peter’s eyes went wide. He had just been complimented, by a God!! Well and also tickled nearly to death, but that was less important. Peter decided that from this happy giggly incident, Loki wasn’t nearly as scary as he seemed.

But, he was definitely going to be more careful with his future experiments.