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loveylangdon · 4 years

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If You Don’t I Will

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JJ Maybank x Reader : showing jj subtle ways of how you care for him and John B is tired of him not seeing it

A/N: I wrote another JJ thing bc im a simp and I love him and this was also another idea thats been floating around. Fluff is you squint but you dont need to squint hard, next will def be angst bc I live for it Xx

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“Hey” you let out as you carry 2 bags of groceries into the cheateu seeing the boys lounging on the couch gathered around John B’s phone you hear a chorus of “hey’s” as you move towards the kitchen. John B looks up and hands his phone to JJ making his way out the front door sending you a wink. Rolling your eyes you follow John B outside to your car.

“You didn’t have to,” John B says smiling at you grabbing a grocery bag from your trunk shooting you a look

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you smile innocently to him and make your way over to grab the last grocery bag. You reach past John B until you feel his arm wrap over your shoulder, putting his grocery bag down he wraps his other arm around your shoulder engulfing you in a full hug laying his cheek at the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and give him a squeeze

“Thank you really” he lets out into your hair. You just give him a hug, you haven’t known them for long but John B automatically became like your brother and JJ was definitely your confidant. When you heard about Big John and Uncle T leaving John B by himself, your heart broke. John B had to support himself and apparently JJ was a constant resident in the chateau and it got harder to support themselves even if they both pitched in. When you found out always being smart with your money you set some aside to help supply the chateau so the boys wouldn’t starve.

JJ broke down one night during a late night smoke sesh you two had to get away from everything. He ended up telling you about his dad and mom in its entirety. After that you guys were kind of inseparable.You told him about why you had to move to OBX and he told you where his bruises and split knuckles came from. You never would’ve guessed one of the most caring people you knew would have to go through that. After that you subtly did more little things that hopefully made it easier on him.

When you joined the Pogues you fell for his blue eyes and wild personality instantly his careless but protective nature made you fall hard but there was the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Still fairly new to obx barely being here for a year you didn’t know how real the rule was. Being extra nice to JJ consisted of bringing extra of his favorite beer or asking him to buy you joints even though you didn’t smoke often, you would let him keep them, noticing his favorite snacks and bringing them on boat trips. Kie gladly gave up the title of caretaker and let you take over the snacks and picnics for day trips. After JJ told you his secret he made it clear that he didn’t take pity or handouts, you didn’t pity JJ you loved him and just wanted to make sure he knew it.

So you helped JJ whenever you could making it seem like you were doing it by pure coincidence, knowing that he lived with John B you helped out the house, in general, to make it less obvious. Claiming you all spent so much time there any way it wasn’t fair to not help stock the necessities.

Breaking away from your thoughts “I’m here for you guys always” you squeeze John B once more after you feel him loosening his grip “Let’s go I got ice cream” as John B fist bumps you snort “Oh I also got a better first aid kit” handing John B the second bag you move to the passenger side of the car. Hearing John B go back into the house you grab the first aid kit and hear footsteps as you open the back seat door to grab blankets.

“What are the blankets for,” JJ asks questionably moving over to you to help grab some and you see him eye the first aid kit before you tuck it into a blanket

“For movie night. You can’t have a horror movie night without tons of blankets JJ it’s like against the rules” You quickly come up with the excuse. In all honesty it was starting to get colder and knowing the Chateau has minimal heating capacity you were going to accidentally leave them in the house and let the boys use them. The last time you were here late you asked JJ to borrow a sweater or a blanket and he gave you the one he was wearing and soon realized it was probably the only one you’ve seen him wear ever. Noticing Kie always brought her own blanket you assumed they were more supplied for the warmer days. John B was a big boy he would ask for help when he needed it JJ, on the other hand, was stubborn as hell and would rather freeze then ask for anything to help.

“Okay” JJ says questionably not believing you entirely but not questioning it further “Are you staying tonight?” He asks you can see a glimmer of hope in his ocean eyes as he leans against the car door

“Yeah I think so” you smile and nod at him closing the car up “Are you?”

“No I’m just asking you so you can share my bed with Kie” he deadpans and your cheeks flush

“Sorry” you squint up at him and you see him smile his “sharky smile” “Are Pope and Kie staying too?”

“I think so” he nods at you biting his lip and you know he wants to add something but doesn’t

“Can I share a bed with you?” You ask assuming that’s what he wanted to ask “if I have to share a room with both Pope and Kie I might jump off the end of the dock, plus I got those joints still and extra snacks” you chuckle out trying to bribe him like you even have to. You see relief and a cute smile grace his features and you know that’s what he was trying to ask without even asking

“Yeah you can crash with me, I like you the most anyways” he winks at you and nods towards the house “Have you eaten yet?” He asks you softly as you walk up the driveway “Pope and John B went to help Heyward earlier while I went to work and apparently they ate already” JJ trails off and you frown knowing there hasn’t been food at the chateau in a couple of days and John B has been incognito

“I can make us food,” you say and he perks up “I haven’t eaten yet” you continue which is a lie but he doesn’t need to know that “I bought stuff to make that shrimp thing you were talking about the other day” and you see his face light up as you walk into the house you smile at him and you can see pink dust his cheeks at the fact you remembered that small detail. He puts the blankets down taking the ones in your hands as well and wraps you in a hug carrying you to the kitchen leaving you in a fit of laughter. You see Pope peek his head out over the freezer with raised eyebrows

“What are you doing,” he asks confused as to why you’re wrapped in JJs arms

“Get out Pope y/n is making our food” he throws a look at Pope as he sets you down making Pope return a hurt one

“You guys suck” he huffs out going back into the living room

JJ sits on the counter as you start to pull out ingredients to make his food, John B put the groceries away thankfully and you hum to a random tune

“Thank you” JJ lets out in almost a whisper and you look up at him and see he’s playing with the rings on his fingers a nervous habit he has while looking at his lap not making eye contact

“For what” you feign innocence even though his small thank you made your heart flutter knowing your efforts and little signs of affection didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde boy. Moving to the stove to heat it up JJ finally looks at you and he shrugs his shoulders softly before twiddling his thumbs in his lap

“For taking the time to care about me” he shrugs again like he’s not worth the effort, you go to say something and he cuts you off looking at you with his ocean eyes making you forget how to breathe for a second, sincerity is swimming through them and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach “I know you had dinner with Kie already. She told me you guys were gonna eat at The Wreck during her break if I wanted to pass by before you went to run errands which I’m assuming was getting food for here” your face flushes at being caught lying about dinner “I also saw the first aid kit you bought, and Its a nice one. I almost stole one just like it from the pharmacy a while back and I know John B doesn’t need one that good” he goes back to looking at his thumbs “And I know the blankets aren’t just for the movie night” He shoots you a knowing look causing you to blush and smile at him, taking a moment in the comforting silence you assume the boys are outside messing around

Humming you smile giddily not confirming or denying “Okay I’m gonna make you food now go away” you joke shooing him out of the kitchen

He gasps in shock “You wound me” he clutches his chest with both his hands and falls back against the cabinets “Treating me how I treat Pope now that’s cold” He gets off of the counter still clutching his chest moving closer towards you

“Leave” you squeal at him as he traps you in between his arms and the sink, he leans in and you think he’s going to finally kiss you, heart beating so fast you think he could hear it if he got any closer. His eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes as he licks his lips your breath hitches in your throat, he leans down to place a kiss on your cheek leaving the kitchen and going outside. Watching him retreat you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Jesus Christ” you huff and go back to making his food with a big smile on your face

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“Holy shit” JJ practically moans at the smell coming in from the kitchen “I can’t even think of the last home cooked meal I’ve had what about you John B” You hear JJ ask as him as they walk back into the Chateau,

“Uh I think-” John B starts but is cut off by JJ

“That was rhetorical bro shut up” you hear them walk into the living room and see them come into the kitchen “we know you have a secret kook family chill” JJ lets out referring to the fact that John B disappears some nights and during the day and no one knows why. Causing a laugh to come from you and a scoff from John B

“That smells delicious y/n” John B lets out which earns a mean look from JJ

“You can’t have any” JJ says defensively “she made it for me and her you guys are all traitors eating without us” JJ winks at you “what happened to Pogues together for life” JJ adds pointing a finger at John B as you try to stifle a laugh grabbing plates

John B looks at JJ with the most unamused look you’ve ever seen which causes a burst of laughter from you. Catching John B’s attention he gives you a look as if asking if JJ is serious, you shrug your shoulders as John B scoffs “I welcome you into my home JJ and this is how you repay me” He tsks opening a beer for you and placing it on the counter by your plates, he gives you a side hug and places a kiss on your forehead before retreating outside to help Pope and Kie with a projector she found in her garage. As he walks through the living room you hear “Eat your food dumbass, and if you don’t marry her I will” John B shouts out and you immediately turn to look at John B who has his beer raised in the air “Salud” and he walks out of the Cheateu.

Turning to JJ his face is beat red and you let out a small laugh as JJ groans mumbling something about murdering John B “Here eat tough guy I’m gonna grab blankets for outside” you say as you place a plate in front of JJ. You’re about to walk into John B’s room when you feel JJ grab your hand

“Stay please” he lets out a smile while tugging on your wrist gently patting the spot next to him, you can tell he wants to say something again but you can’t tell what its gonna be because he’s looking down at his plate of food. Your foot starts tapping the floor a nervous tick you have when you can’t tell how something is gonna play out. His head snaps to your knee placing his hand there gently to stop it and he looks up at you “Don’t do that, not around me” he lets out looking at you

“wha-”

“You do that when your nervous or unsure of a situation” he squeezes your knee in a comforting motion giving you a small smile at your confused expression, “You think you’re the only one who notices things around here” he shoots you a look and his eyes go wide trying to cover up his confession with a chuckle

“Do you JJ Maybank have feelings for little old me” you shoot him an amused look with a gasp. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and he looks at you sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck while pink tints his cheeks

“Hey, Lovebirds we got the movie set up come on” you hear John B yell from outside. You move to get up and JJ stops you looking up at you with a look of concentration before he exhales

“I like you y/n a lot actually and it’s scaring me. I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m not used to this or feeling wanted, hell even wanting to be around one person constantly is new for me. You are this incredible person who came out of fucking nowhere and the first thing you did was make sure everyone is taken care of. I didn’t even notice what you would do for me at first because I was so angry at everything. John B pointed it out to me when we found more of my favorite snacks in the cupboard than his” he let out a chuckle and you did too “He told me to stop being stupid and I realized then all the small things you would do for me like when I wouldn’t eat with you guys you brought food, or extra snacks on boat trips when you knew I was going home after, you and Kie would go shopping and you literally got me a hoodie because you told me it reminded you of me. No one has cared about me in the way you have and I’m so sorry for not realizing it sooner” you squeeze his hand gently reassuring him noticing his voice waiver “you’re so strong and stubborn but god if it didn’t make me fall for you harder, and I wasn’t gonna say anything because there is no way in hell that I’m good enough for you, I mean seriously I don’t know what you see-” cutting him off you place a kiss to his lips to shut him up, he places his hand on the side of your neck holding your jaw melting into the kiss. This is what heaven feels like you think. This blonde haired blue eyed prince. JJ breaks apart and rests his forehead against yours smiling like an idiot

“I like you a lot actually too, if you couldn’t tell” you whisper out causing him to let out a laugh placing a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling you into his lap, your back to his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck before you move to face him “Oh” you let out and he looks confused, you shoot him a look and he smirks. Hitting his chest playfully “get your head out of the gutter”

“I know exactly where I would like my head to be” he smirks placing a kiss to your pulse. Rolling your eyes at him you start off “If I hear you talk bad about yourself I will fight you Maybank do you hear me” you look at him knowingly and he raised his eyebrows as if telling you to proceed “That is a fight you will lose every time. I can promise you,” you look at him softly “you deserve the world and all the love that comes with it, you care so much about your friends you’re willing to do anything to protect them literally anything” emphasizing the literally he lets out a chuckle “You are so kind, generous always giving even when you don’t have much yourself that’s what I love about you. There is more good than what you define yourself as and if you have doubts I will be more than glad to fight them with you” you let out rubbing your thumb on his cheek which he nuzzles into until he crashes his lips into yours again.

“I thought you were eating, you haven’t even started are you kidding? YOU GUYS ARE MACKING we’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes” John B lets out from the doorway of the house raising his arms in a what the fuck motion, causing you both to laugh “J I’m proud of you for finally telling her, but Jesus come on guys the foods all cold, we don’t even have snacks because you’re distracting y/n, we’re dying out here” he fake whines

“Sorry John B” you let out a smile knowing you usually prepare the snacks for movie nights but got distracted

“My girlfriend is not your Slave John B get your own snacks” JJ jokes holding onto you tighter

“Says the guy she made dinner for but hasn’t even touched it yet!” John B says dramatically “honestly the disrespect happening in this house, everything is all out of wack,” John B says going to the fridge and grabbing a case of beer and candy making his way back outside before he turns around heading back to you and JJ “Actually,” he says out loud before taking JJ’s plate with food taking a bite and moaning at the taste John B continues “I’m serious y/n if he doesn’t marry you I will” he gets out with a mouth full of food, moving slightly to avoid JJ arms that are trying to swat him for taking his food. John B walks out of the house leaving you two alone again

“I’ll get you another plate, grab the blankets?” you ask chuckling as you move to get JJ another plate of food but he stops you.

Taking his pinky ring off his finger he places it on your fingers trying to find the best fit, finally, it fits on your middle finger, a little loose but not by much, he chuckles “maybe I’ll get you a chain for it” he states chuckling he kisses your knuckles when he’s done “Not an engagement ring but a temporary promise ring until we get you a real one so John B can stop trying to steal you from me.”

“I think its perfect” He smiles bright placing a kiss on your lips and you know that this is exactly where you’re supposed to be

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A/N: so I wrote another jj thing bc who is not a whore for jj especially soft jj. Roughly edited but not really, this has been floating in my head for a while so feedback and commentary is again always welcome my inbox is always open I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did Xx

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hallabongy · 4 years

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miya atsumu massive flirt

a/n: hey there! i wanted to start off by saying thank you for the love on my last post. never thought it would get as much attention as it did. its been a while since i last wrote something (sorry about that hehe) but here’s a short little something about atsumu that i thought was fitting. it’s suggestive but doesn’t go into detail too much. not proof read and it just me spitting out ideas but i hope at least some people can enjoy?

its not news that atsumu is a flirt alright like come on we all know what he would be like

but like imagine you are just standing at the kitchen island mindlessly scrolling through you twitter feed

you hear the door of your apartment open as atsumu just returned from practice “babbbe yer boyfriend is backk did ya miss me??”

you question why you ever gave him the spare key to your place

suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind giving you a tight squeeze, his chin resting on your shoulder

“what do you want” you sigh out not turning around because you already know atsumu is wearing a big smug grin on his face

“nothin. jus�� wanna hold ya”

“mmhmm” is all you say

“whatcha doin” he whispers in your ear, lips slightly brushing against them

“enjoying my peace and quiet before you showed up”

“babyyyyy ive been at practice for like 3 hourssss why are you ignorin meeeeee !!!” he whines

“alright alright calm down” you chuckle and turn your head to place a kiss on his cheek “nice to see you too”

“ya busy right now?” *insert this boys eyebrows raising* as you feel his hands begin to slip under the bottom of your shirt creeping up the front of your stomach

“yeah actually i am. my twitter became real interesting all of a sudden”

“more interesting than yer very pent up boyfriend right who would really like to spend some quality time in the bedroom?” he breathes down your neck

you wish after all this time his tactics wouldnt have this great of an effect on you but low and behold the tingling feeling down your back and warm blush making its way across your cheeks

“babe you just came back from practice you gotta showerrr” you breathlessly let out, trying to wiggle your way out of his strong hold, your twitter is very much disregarded now

“had time after practice to shower so im all good honeybunch” atsumu smirks before his lips attach to that special spot behind your ear. the one he knows will make things turn towards his favor

“tsumu-” you gasp as you feel the nip of his teeth and tongue lap at your skin

“no excuses now” he teases. this cocky motherfucker

you manage to move around in his grasp so youre now facing him. both of your arms pushing at his chest (very firm chest may i add) to get him out of your face. his close proximity still gives you butterflies even after dating him for years

he grips your wrists and brings them to under this shirt. and we all know what’s under the shirt (aHEM some nice abs is what)

“Ay! stop stop fine fine! i-i need to shower then !” you stutter out trying to pull your hands back blushing harder than ever. he doesn’t budge

making eye contact with atsumu you can see the growing glint in his eyes. he pulls you closer until the point where your noses are touching “no ya dont. i dont care. i couldnt give two fucks right now, come on babe nice try”

“miya atsum-” your cut off by him leaning down and capturing your lips in his own, his tongue finding its way to yours almost suffocating you. you feel one of his thighs (OH SO MUSCULAR THIGHS AHHHH) slip in between your legs pressing upwards

“i’ll make it worth ya while” he says and he leans back admiring the shocked expression on your face before grabbing behind you knees, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. not missing the chance to land a light slap on your ass

“ H-HEY WHOA LET ME DOWN YOU IDIOT IM GONNA FALL” you begin hitting his back over and over again

he’s making a beeline to the bedroom “please, i’d never let that happen”

he plops you down on the bed towering over you as he grabs the bottom of his shirt beginning to strip (you know how guys do it like when they cross their arms and begin to pull it off right?)

shirtless atsumu crawls his way to be right above your face that you are trying to desperately cover with your hands so he can’t see you profusely blushing

you can feel his body heat as he’s practically lying on top of you and it’s only making you hotter

he takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them both above your head interlocking his fingers with yours before he leans down right next to your ear with a devilish smile

“ya can shower during round two”

and lets just say no amount of showers could cleanse you of what you both did that day...

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carelessannie · 3 years

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maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 6)

Read on A03

Read the Stuckony backstory

Word count: 8.6K

Stuckony focus, background Starker, SpiderHawk, and Stuckony x Hawk ships

Peter’s pack is coming over tonight, and Stuckony is nervous. Half of this is smut, half is a conversation with a surprise visitor...

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, bondage, edging, plugs, oral/anal, blindfolds, knotting, *reference to past attempted sexual abuse of a minor* (really brief, non-explicit, but take care and be aware.)

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maybe it goes like this:

No, baby, I— yes, sweet Omega everything will be… do you trust me? … but that was only one time… Peter, I swear to you… yes, he’s fine— excited, yes baby, excited…

Steve has been listening to Tony’s one sided conversation with Peter for an hour and has come to a conclusion— his Beta is completely gone on this Omega.

That, and Steve is completely screwed.

If this guy has been able to reduce Tony to a soft, agreeable mess, Steve is severely concerned for his own wellbeing.

One compromising Omega is tricky enough.

Speaking of, Bucky is currently lounging across the opposite end of their couch, feet resting in Steve’s lap, and openly laughing at Tony’s attempt to sooth his worried mate.

“Hush, Buck,” Steve pinches one of his feet, and gets a kick in return, “Tony’s cute with his mate.”

“You’re a lyin’ punk, Stevie. I know it’s freakin’ you out, jus’ like him.”

Steve shakes his head, firmly in denial, “I’m fine. Excited,” Bucky laughs at him, as he tries to convince his dumb Omega, “c’mon, you know I’ve been anxious to meet ‘im. Tonight is gonna be great.”

Across the room, Tony is still sweet talking his mate over the phone, and Bucky withdraws his feet, standing to walk past Steve into the kitchen.

He leans down, pushing into Steve’s space, and brushes his lips, delicately, over his ear,

“After you finish worrying, Alpha, maybe I can help with that anxiety.”

Bucky goes to walk away, but Steve’s hands shoot out, grabbing the smaller man and reeling him back in to sit across his lap. His growl earns an amused laugh from the Omega, but that’s not what Steve wants.

His left hand moves, gripping tight in Bucky’s hair and pulling his head back. He buries his teeth in the meat of his mate’s neck, biting down slightly in a warning, and he enjoys how it makes Bucky shiver.

“St- eeeeve—”

“— hush, Omega,” Steve pulls him close, grinding up into his ass to let Bucky feel where he’s hardening up, “you feelin’ needy, sweetheart? Tell me what you need, Buck.”

“N—no, Stevie, I just—”

He grips tighter, pulling back to look at his mate.

“Tell me, Omega.”

“Alpha… need you, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, and Bucky shakes again, opening and closing his lips in a silent plea. Steve tsks, a teasing sound he knows drives Bucky crazy, and slips two fingers from his right hand into the open mouth, pulling slightly on the hair still gripped in his left hand.

As Bucky moans and sucks eagerly, Steve calls out to Tony,

“Beta, are you almost done on the phone?”

Tony sighs, pacing away from them, “yeah, hold up, Alpha.”

Bucky squirms in his lap, and his small hands cling on to Steve’s shoulders, almost painfully.

“Beta,” Steve warns, “tell him we’ll see them later tonight, and hang up.”

The direct command gets Tony’s attention, finally, and he freezes when he takes in the scene on the couch. He says something in the phone, and hangs up— slowly putting the phone on the counter and walking carefully to where they are seated.

“Was that a command, Alpha?” he asks, stopping next to Steve’s shoulder and looking to the Alpha for permission to touch.

Steve ignores his question, instead pulling Bucky’s head back further and withdrawing his fingers, eliciting a small please from the Omega. With this silent permission, Tony’s hands move— one cupping Bucky’s jaw, and the other resting on top of Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky’s breath is picking up, and Steve knows he needs to get control over this scene before his mate floats away.

“I think he needs us, Beta. Whaddaya think— blue room?”

They ignore Bucky as he tries to nod his head, eyes closed and mouth moving wordlessly.

“Sounds good to me, Alpha. Such a greedy boy— gonna be good for us, Bucky?”

“Yes, y—yes, Beta, so good…”

“Look at me, baby,” Steve releases his hold on Bucky’s hair, instead shifting so he can look into dark, desperate eyes, “we have just enough time for a scene together. I’ll ask a couple questions, and I want stoplight answers from both of you. Do you understand, Omega?”

Wide eyes blink back at him, “G—green, Alpha.”

Steve doesn’t take his eyes off Bucky as he asks, “Beta?”

“Green, Alpha.”

He relaxes more, comforted by his mates’ easy submission to these rules, and leans forward to press a gentle kiss to Bucky’s slightly parted lips.

“Thank you, baby. Once we get into the blue room, Tony and I are gonna tie you up. He’s gonna blindfold you and keep you on edge, and then you’re gonna listen as I fuck him. After he comes, Tony will be in charge until you end up on my knot. Color?”

“Damn, Steve,” Tony breathes out, as Bucky continues his stream of begging and whining, before both of them agree,

“Green, Alpha.”

“Good boys,” he squeezes Tony’s hand and gives Bucky another kiss, “how do you feel about Tony being in charge?”

“Green, Alpha,” his boys chorus.

“And do you want my knot, Omega?”

“Yes, please, so green, Alpha.”

Steve turns to look at Tony, “I will check in throughout the scene, and you will check in on us once you take charge, understood?”

He gets a cheeky grin from his Beta, “Green, Steve.”

It’s been a learning experience between the two of them to work out the exchange of dominance during a scene, but Steve thinks it’s been well worth it. He loves planning scenes with Tony, and watching how beautifully Bucky submits to both of them. He knows the Beta is on board with his plan— and the use of his familiar name confirms Tony’s consent for the exchange. As they work together to move Bucky into the blue room, Steve smiles fondly at the Beta, and Tony leans over to give him a peck on the cheek.

He whispers before Tony moves back, “You good bottoming for me, Tony?”

Tony walks away from them to close the door, pulls a cushion over for Bucky to kneel on, and opens the fridge before answering, “Green, Alpha,” with a sly wink.

Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the Omega in his arms, surprised to see Bucky grinning at him and definitely more aware than he thought.

Well. There’s definitely time to change that.

“Whatcha smilin’ at, baby?” he teases, grabbing Bucky’s wrists around his back.

Bucky shakes his head in denial, but is still looking up at Steve with so much adoration that his heart aches.

“Just happy, Alpha.”

Tony returns at that moment, signaling that the room is set up for the scene and aftercare. Steve takes a moment to breathe and look into Bucky’s eyes, searching for any hesitation, and steps back, satisfied.

“Kneel for me, Omega.”

Since the first time Bucky kneeled for him in middle school, Steve has never felt more at peace than when his sub, his Omega, gracefully drops to his knees in perfect submission. He hears Tony swear under his breath, and he has to agree. Nothing is quite as beautiful as his submissive.

He addresses Tony next, “Strip him, Beta,” the Beta nods and begins with his shirt. Once the t-shirt is tossed away, Steve gestures to the ropes and mutters star harness to get Tony moving.

As the Beta begins binding Bucky’s arms behind his back and ropes around his chest, Steve focuses back on his Omega.

Bucky’s eyes are wide and clear, and his lips are red from where he’s bitten them to keep quiet. Steve traces a finger down his face, admiring his features and the pretty flush, and stops underneath his chin. His thumb rests on Bucky’s lower lip, and pulls down slightly.

“It’s all yours, baby.”

Bucky leans forward as far as he can in Tony’s hold and sucks his thumb in, letting his eyes flutter closed as he hums and smiles around Steve’s finger.

Tony looks up, taking in the view, and moans, “Oh, Alpha, he’s so pretty. Look at those lips.”

“Hear that, Omega? What do you tell your Beta?”

Bucky pulls off with a pop.

“Thank you, Beta, please—”

Steve shuts him up with two fingers this time, working them underneath his tongue and tracing the lines of his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He works them into a rhythm— aware that the shallow thrusts of his fingers are a promise for something larger later on.

Tony is about halfway finished with the ties, so Steve pushes Bucky off his fingers, laughing at how he collapses back into Tony’s arms. Bucky is panting, eyes blown wide and foggy. Damn, his sub has such an oral fixation. He knew that his fingers— plus the ropes— would put him in subspace fast.

He always enjoys a challenge.

As Bucky tries to reorient himself, Steve pulls his own shirt off, tossing it away, and undoes his fly. Tony pauses to watch, and Steve makes eye contact with his Beta as he pulls himself out.

“Like whatcha see, Beta?” he teases, grabbing the base of his cock, and slapping it once, twice against his left hand, “wanna get on your knees for me, too?”

It’s an offer that Tony usually laughs off— uninterested in submitting to Steve in that way— so he’s surprised when Tony finishes the final knot and drops to his knees next to Bucky. He drags the Omega closer to where Steve’s standing, and licks his lips obscenely.

“Only if you promise to share, Alpha.”

Steve groans, and steps closer. He meets Tony halfways as his Beta places a soft kiss to the tip, ducking down and licking a teasing strip up his length. Bucky whines— eager to taste, but always such a good boy— and wouldn’t dare to take any without permission.

Tony sinks down, slowly, over the head and suckles lightly, refusing to take more into his mouth. He pulls off and does it again— barely applying stimulation as he winks and grins around his mouthful.

Steve has to refrain from fucking his frustration into Tony’s face, and pulls out.

He reaches forward to tangle his fingers into Tony’s hair, and sees the challenge in his Beta’s eyes. Do it goes unsaid, so Steve turns Tony’s face to the side, patting his cheek gently with the underside of his cock. Tony growls, and Steve releases him.

“Get undressed, Tony, and don’t fuck with me. If you can’t be a good boy, you won’t get rewards.”

Tony groans and reaches down to grip himself through his jeans, “Dammit, Alpha.” but stands up to follow his command regardless.

Ignoring the bratty dom, Steve looks down into Bucky’s eyes.

And wow.

He’s gone.

Usually the Omega would laugh at their banter— but like this, all he has is sweet, pliant submissive at his feet.

Bucky looks so hungry, and Steve can tell that he’s only making eye contact as a courtesy to Steve, because he’s so good.

He reaches both hands out to pull Bucky in close, and coos at the pained whimper from his Omega.

“Hungry, baby? Want me to fuck that pretty face?”

It’s barely a question he needs an answer for, letting the pleas of yes, please Alpha, oh my god please, yes wash over him as he slides into Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby, this mouth,” he praises, holding Bucky’s hair back and using it as a handle to fuck deeper.

It’s so hot. So wet. His cock hits the back of Bucky’s throat and he holds it there, waiting for a gag before pulling away. He lets Bucky breath before picking up his pace— careful to alternate between hitting his throat and the inside of his cheek as Bucky relaxes his jaw, getting used to the rhythm.

Bucky tries hard to take Steve deeper and deeper, but the Alpha knows it’s in vain. He chokes as Steve holds him in place after a particularly strong thrust, and Steve can’t help groaning in pleasure as he feels Bucky’s spit drip down over his balls.

Tears gather around his eyes, and Steve shushes Bucky as he wipes them away.

“So good, Buck. So pretty for me. Take my cock so well.”

He releases Bucky, letting the Omega fall back on his heels and heave to catch his breath as he checks on Tony— only slightly irritated to find the Beta lounging across the bed, totally bare, and slowly stroking his cock.

“Just enjoying the show,” Tony quips, gesturing to where Bucky is still recovering, “should I leave you two to finish, or…?”

The question is purposely unfinished, and Steve growls.

“Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble, Beta. Get over here and finish prepping him, alright?”

Tony just laughs and moves across the room to help Bucky to his feet, dragging him over to their favorite part of the blue room— the wall length, floor to ceiling mirror that faces their “kinky sex couch,” as Tony likes to call it. He’s so gentle as he strips Bucky’s sweatpants and underwear, giving him a few kisses before coaxing the Omega back to his knees in front of the couch, keeping his back to the mirror.

Steve drops his own pants as Tony grabs the blindfold, and he decides now is a good time to check in.

“We’re going to blindfold you, Omega. Color?”

He waits as Bucky concentrates on giving him an answer, “Green, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, nodding for Tony to tie it around the back of Bucky’s head. When the blindfold is in place, Steve checks in again, “everything dark, Omega?”

“Mm yes, Alpha. Please—"

“Hush. Tony’s gonna get you on edge and plug you up, baby, but you’re not gonna come. Then I’m gonna fuck 'im, and you’re going to stay quiet— do you understand?”

“Oh my god, yes Alpha.”

Tony chuckles and Steve can’t help but smile at the eagerness behind Bucky’s words.

“Such a good boy, Buck,” Steve turns to Tony, “work him open and keep him on edge, Beta— I’ll get you ready.”

“Yeah, Alpha,”

Tony moves to kneel behind Bucky, tossing the container of lube over to Steve as all three men end up on the padded floor. Steve watches as Tony pushes on Bucky’s shoulders, guiding him to rest his chest on the ground, presenting him in his bondage.

Steve hooks his chin over Tony’s shoulder, watching the Beta’s fingers run across smooth skin, spreading Bucky’s cheeks and thumbing at his tight hole. One of his hands reaches lower— pulling Bucky’s smaller package behind his thighs, giving his cock a few strokes, before nudging his legs closed to trap everything behind him.

“Fuck, Tony that’s pretty. Look at how hard he is, poor baby.”

The Beta continues petting their Omega, earning sweet moans and cries, until he can gather enough slick to push a finger inside. He starts working open the dripping hole, and Steve decides to start on his own task.

It’s always a fun challenge to work on Tony’s hole— dry and tight as it always is. Coating a few of his fingers with the slick, he keeps his view of Bucky over Tony’s shoulder, and reaches down with both hands. His left hand grips Tony around the base of his cock, earning him a groan as the Beta’s hips flex forward into Steve’s hand. As he strokes Tony, letting his mate fuck into his fist, he slides his right hand down and circles around his rim.

“Shit, Steve. C’mon, gimme more, Alpha,” Tony begs, and Steve mouths at his neck.

“Not sure if you deserve more, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll tie you up too, make you watch as I knot our Omega, hm?”

Tony wriggles in his hold, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky’s ass as the Omega cries out, and the Beta pushes back into Steve’s lap, “You’re mean tonight, Alpha. Let’s get your dick in my ass and see how you feel after.”

Steve pushes two digits into Tony, knocking him forward into Bucky, and pushes down against his prostate.

“Fuck, Steve—“

He ignores the cry and works to get Tony prepared as fast as he can. He can feel Tony clenching and unclenching, shaking with the effort of staying still and submitting as Steve holds him down, fucking him open with two, then three fingers.

After another moment, he twists his hand around as he withdraws, and brings his palm down flat, sharp, before standing to his feet.

The slap resonates, as well as Tony’s howl, and Steve expects it when the Beta jumps to his feet, face red and fists clenched.

“You absolute—“

“— mind your place, Beta,” he growls, pushing Tony out of his face, “get our Omega ready and sit on my lap. If you’re angry, ride me like you mean it.”

Tony glares for a moment longer before turning, picking up the vibrating plug and pressing it firmly into Bucky’s dripping hole. Steve sits on the couch, angling to get a good view in the mirror, as Bucky is settled in between his legs.

While Tony gets him kneeling on a pillow, Steve gives his Omega a deep kiss, pleased when Bucky sighs into his mouth and lets Steve take. Bucky is always so responsive when his senses are limited, and Steve feels his vision narrowing— the need to take control and command overwhelming him.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and Steve pulls back. He leans back on the couch, relaxing as he drinks in the sight and scent of his sinfully gorgeous mates surrounding him, and offers a hand to Tony.

It’s only a second before Tony is settled and wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck, but that’s not what Steve wants.

“No, Beta,” he growls, and Tony hums in question, “turn.”

Understanding flashes over Tony’s face and he smirks, flipping around to give Steve a perfect view from behind.

He strokes himself twice, coating his length with remaining slick, before lining up with Tony’s entrance.

“Oh— oh, Alpha, shit you’re so big, fuck Steve—“ Tony babbles as he sits, inch by inch, on Steve’s cock, squeezing it tight as Steve grips his hips.

Steve forces himself to sit up taller, and yes.

This is why they built the blue room.

The view in the mirror is dizzying. Over Tony’s shoulder, he can see the long length of Bucky’s back, all the way down to the plug nestled in between his cheeks. He can see the way Tony’s cock, hard and leaking, drags across Bucky’s face as he rocks back and forth on Steve’s lap. And he can see Tony’s face— screwed up tight in pleasure— as his beautiful body works Steve’s cock like it’s his job.

Oh, his mates are stunning.

“Yeah Tony, take what you want, sweetheart. Look at me… no, baby— in the mirror. Yes, oh yes, Beta, so deep and hot,” Tony groans at Steve’s talk, and the Alpha moves a hand to tip his chin down,

“Look at ‘im, Beta. Look at how hungry, fuckin’ desperate, he is for your cock. Bucky, baby, stick out your tongue— oh, fuck—”

Like a good boy, Bucky does as he’s told. Each time Tony slams back into Steve’s lap, his cock slaps down on Bucky’s lips, face, tongue. And the Omega— he chases it, whining each time he can’t catch a whole mouthful.

“Perfect Omega, oh look at your mouth, fuck,” Tony pants out, speeding up and throwing his head back onto Steve’s shoulder, “Steve, Alpha— please. I’m gonna, holy shit I’m gonna come—“

“C’mon, Tony— do it,” he growls out, pistoning his hips harder as his cock slams deeper into Tony’s hole, and slaps Tony’s hand away as he reaches for himself.

“No, Beta. Just like this— look at him, Tony. Come on his face,” he sees Bucky open his mouth further, “beg for it, Omega. Tell ‘im how much you want it, baby.”

The dam breaks, and their Omega chokes on a long string of high pitched begging, “Oh hhh Beta, please I need it so bad, please, oh god, Beta come on me, pleaa ase—"

Tony’s rhythm falters and he tightens around Steve, digging his fingernails into his thighs, and howls.

His come erupts in waves, hitting Bucky across the mouth, face, and even his hair, dripping down to land on his chest. Steve reaches forward to wring the last of Tony’s orgasm out of him, shaking the last few drops onto Bucky’s tongue as the Omega eagerly swallows them down and whispers thank you, Beta.

Tony drops, boneless, back onto Steve’s lap, and inadvertently impales himself on Steve’s cock. Both of them groan— Tony from overstimulation and Steve from denial— until Steve rolls Tony off of him to lay on the couch.

After a moment of recovery, where Steve slips Bucky’s blindfold off his eyes and whispers praises to his sweet submissive, Tony finally rolls over and blinks back into awareness.

“Damn, Alpha. One day you’re gonna kill me on your dick, I swear.”

Steve smiles, but makes an aborted move to remind the Beta of the rest of their plans.

Tony nods, “Steve, untie him while I move the couch.”

“Yes, Beta.”

Steve gets behind Bucky and starts to untie the restraints, edging Bucky firmly with one of his hands until the Omega is shaking in his arms, panting for his release. He works Bucky up two more times, denying him at the last moment, before the restraints are off and Tony has the couch moved.

Tony stands in front of them, pulling Bucky to his feet and carefully massaging his arms as the submissive sways in between them. Tony is always so sweet with Bucky, and today is no different— he presses long, chaste kisses to his lips until the Omega is giggling, squirming in their arms.

Steve lets himself be led over to the couch while keeping a steadying hand on Bucky, and is mildly impressed with how Tony situated them. He turned it about thirty degrees counterclockwise, changing the angle so that when Tony bends Bucky over the arm of the couch and Steve kneels behind him, both Alpha and Omega are in full sight of each other.

“Oh, Beta— this is perfect, damn—” Steve swears, pulling the still vibrating plug out of his mate and running the head of his cock through the slick pouring out of Bucky.

Tony smiles, lifting Bucky’s face to look into his eyes, “Alright sweet boy, Stevie’s gonna knot you and let you come, okay? And you’re gonna keep me warm in your mouth, watching Alpha the whole time in the mirror. Color?”

Both of them sigh out, “Green, Beta,” before Tony instructs,

“Gimme a taste, Steve.”

Confused, Steve looks back to his Beta, “... a taste, Beta?”

Tony laughs, leering, “He looks so sweet, Rogers— wanna give me a taste?”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Steve dips down and licks from head to hole, gathering as much of Bucky’s slick as possible on his tongue, before leaning forward and shoving all of it into Tony’s mouth. He gets a surprised grunt, and then a moan as their tongues tangle together, the Beta sucking eagerly to taste as much as possible.

Tony then leans down, holding Bucky in place as he trades a similar kiss with the Omega. Steve hears a curse from Bucky, likely in response to tasting himself in Tony’s mouth, before the Beta pulls away.

Steve is achingly hard, but waits for permission to fuck his perfect Omega.

Tony gives it, “Fuck him, Alpha,” and Steve slams into Bucky, sighing in satisfaction.

He starts at an unforgiving pace, gripping tight onto Bucky’s hips and pulling the Omega back to meet each thrust as he watches Tony slips his soft cock into Bucky’s waiting mouth.

“Watch, Alpha.” and Steve’s head shoots up— first to Tony, and then to the mirror— watching Bucky’s face as he holds Tony around the waist and takes him deep, keeps him warm. Steve feels his knot starting to expand as he drives deeper and deeper into his mate, and almost explodes on the spot when Bucky locks eyes with him.

Apparently this is too much for Bucky. His grip tightens on Tony’s waist, and the Beta looks down in alarm, and then in amusement as he sees the desperate look in Bucky’s eyes. He pulls out of Bucky’s mouth and shoves his shoulders, causing Bucky to sit up tall and then sink further onto Steve’s cock. Steve holds both of his arms back to keep him in place.

Bucky yelps, and cries out, “— Beta, please, ‘m gonna come— I can’t, please please, oh my god,”

Tony reaches out, grabs his nipples, and twists.

“Come for me, Omega.”

Steve focuses on pounding into Bucky’s prostate as he seizes up, sobbing loudly, and comes apart in one long tremor.

It’s too much. Steve thrusts in until he feels his knot catch, and sinks his teeth into Bucky’s shoulder as his orgasm sweeps through him. He’s distantly aware of the way his Omega’s hole spasms wildly, milking every drop, as he spills deep into his mate.

As they come down together, he realizes how much he adores holding his Omega close, kissing around his neck and breathing in their combined scents. His arms are wrapped around his Omega’s body, safe, and he feels Tony move them, laying horizontal across the couch. He takes care to feed them sips of water and cover them both with a blanket as they both drift off together.

For a few moments, Tony leaves the room, and Bucky snuggles closer instinctually. Both of them usually need a good amount of time to come up after a scene, so he enjoys the high he feels protecting and caring for his Omega.

Steve.

He’s so in love with his mates. He continues whispering sweet things to the perfect Omega in his arms—

“Steve.”

What?

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?”

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me, and eat this— we need to talk.”

Steve looks up and sees Tony kneeling, fully dressed, in front of them. He’s holding out a small plate that Steve knows contains their favorite post scene snacks.

He pulls Bucky up and into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady them as Tony helps him eat through the plate. Afterwards, he drinks a full bottle of water and Tony talks while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” he starts, passing over another bottle of water, “Clint is here.”

Steve’s glad he has an Omega on his lap, or he would have fallen off the couch,

“What time is it?” he asks urgently.

“No, it’s… it’s only five, and they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony looks sheepish, “He wants to talk to you—” a pause, “— alone.”

Steve looks down to where Bucky is still firmly seated in his lap and raises an eyebrow.

“I know,” Tony shakes his head, upset, “I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—”

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then— we get along, it should be fine.”

Steve nods along and watches as Tony runs from the room again. Shit. He is totally unprepared to see Clint right now.

One thing at a time.

“Bucky, baby. Sweetheart. Pretty Omega, it’s time to come up now,” he drawls, squeezing Bucky’s arms and hands to help him reorient himself.

“... S’eve? Wha’s happin��n?”

“Shh Buck, it’s okay. Just need you with me now. My knot's going down, and then you and Tony are gonna snuggle together. You hear me, baby?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha... love Tony s’much,” he’s still slurring, but when Steve looks into the mirror at their reflection, he’s met with clear blue eyes, blinking back into consciousness.

“Thank you, Bucky, love you so much.” he’s careful not to praise too heavily— Bucky needs to come back into his head, and too much praise will push him back into subspace.

Both of them gasp as Steve’s knot suddenly releases, his soft cock slipping from Bucky’s body along with a steady stream of their combined release.

He hears Bucky mumble something, and he turns the Omega to find him smiling.

“What was that, Buck?”

“Don’t I look sweet, Rogers? Wanna gimme a taste?” and Bucky loses it, throwing his head back and letting his body shake with laughter. Steve can’t help but chuckle along, leaning forward to press their lips together and swallow the sweet sounds coming out of his mate.

Bucky grabs his arms, and Steve murmurs, “I don’t think that’s really what you want, jerk,” as Bucky tries to kiss him again. Instead, Steve pulls away and grabs for the wipes, grinning at the disgusted face he gets in return.

He takes the utmost care in cleaning up the come on Bucky’s face, chest, stomach, around his groin and dripping out of his ass. There’s even some in between his toes. It always makes Bucky blush to be so intimately cared for, but for Steve, it’s his absolute favorite part of their aftercare.

As much as he loves getting his mate dirty, he’s obsessed with being the one to clean him up again.

He lifts Bucky from the couch and tucks him in the bed, pressing the call button on the side table to get Tony back in the room before he leaves Bucky’s side. With how often Bucky’s been dropping, he doesn’t want to take the risk of leaving him alone.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and Tony enters before Steve can say anything— coming right to the bed and removing layers, before climbing in to spoon Bucky from behind.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

Steve leans forward, kissing both of his mates, before taking off for the ensuite shower.

He’s gonna need a clear head for this conversation.

---

Tony’s cleaning up their scene when he hears a knock on the door.

He looks down and swears. Neither of his mates are even close to up, and he feels horrible leaving them.

There’s a second knock, and Tony decides to see who it is before finishing with his Alpha and Omega. He pulls the blanket tight around the pair, and yanks on sweatpants and a nearby shirt before heading out of the room and to the front door.

He absently notes that he’s in Steve’s clothes. Perfect.

“Now’s not the time—” he starts, whipping open the front door, and goes still at the visitor in front of him.

“Wow, considering the horny-pack smell, I guess you’re right,” Clint Barton flashes a cocky smile, and holds out flowers and a six pack of beer, “I come in peace.”

Tony looks behind him, around the front yard, before staring at Clint in confusion,

“You’re early.”

Clint laughs, but Tony can see him fidget— nervous. Huh.

“Yeah, I know. I’m— can I come in? This shouldn’t take long.”

Tony shakes his head and crosses his arms, “I’ve got a pack to care for right now, Clint. If you’re just here to smooze my Omega—”

“I want to talk to Steve.”

Clint lowers his eyes, and Tony realizes he’s close to tears. He can relate. This younger Beta is almost as good at hiding his emotions as Tony is himself, and whatever he’s come here for is heavy enough to break through his carefully constructed walls.

He sighs, “Why? What do you need from my Alpha?”

“Nothing. I just— Peter was supposed to tell you, but I need to meet him before I let… before my pack—”

Ah, Tony understands, he’s scared.

Of course, with the conversation they had earlier and a break for their scene, Peter had not mentioned Clint’s visit. But Tony softens, regardless, and moves aside to let Clint come in. He takes the flowers and lets Clint carry the beer as they walk down the front hall and into the main living room.

Tony points for Clint to take a seat, and searches the kitchen for a vase. The flowers are purple, all purple. Delicate lavender roses, and two other, smaller blossoms that Tony doesn’t recognize. One of them looks like lavender, but the petals remind him more of lilies.

As he drops them in a vase and adds water, he asks, “What, uh, types are these?”

Clint jumps back up and walks around the counter, pushing slightly into Tony’s space.

He touches the smaller, violet flowers—

“Iris, for hope.”

Next, the taller clusters—

“Hyacinth, for regret and sorrow.”

Lastly, he strokes the roses and takes one out, handing it to Tony—

“Lavender roses, for love at first sight.”

Damn.

This Beta has game.

Tony takes the rose without hesitation, breathing it in deeply. He uses their height difference to peer up at the taller Beta through the petals and through his lashes, fluttering them a few times, and watches as Clint’s eyes widen in shock. Tony puts the flower back into the vase and steps in closer, using the counter as leverage to stand up on his toes.

He croons into Clint’s ear, “Get comfortable, hot shot. I’ll go get my Alpha for you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he swivels back and struts out of the room, residual hot spice lingering as he leaves.

Pushing back into the blue room, he almost swoons at the sight of his Alpha and Omega still sweetly intertwined on the couch. Bucky is completely out— mouthing lightly at Steve’s thumb, which, fuckin’ cute— and Steve has his eyes shut, whispering and kissing reassurances into the back of Bucky’s neck.

It pains him to wake them up, but he has to get his Alpha moving.

“Steve,” he calls, rounding the couch and crouching in front of them.

No movement, only a continued stream of unintelligible mush.

“Steve.” he tries raising his voice, hopeful when a hazy blue eye cracks open.

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?” his Alpha looks so adorably confused, and he tries to keep his voice calm and demanding. He reaches over to pick up a few of the snacks he had set out earlier, thankful that most of them are still cold, and chooses to try and feed him the cheese cubes first.

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me,” okay, a small reaction this time, “and eat this— we need to talk.”

He finally gets eye contact, probably due to his tone. Steve visibly reorients himself— shaking his head, squinting to focus on Tony, and then trying to sit up.

There’s a moment where Tony can tell he forgot about his dick firmly knotted into their Omega’s ass, and both men end up groaning when Steve moves too fast. Tony puts the cheese down and reaches to steady them, settling Bucky into Steve’s lap and rewrapping him in their blanket, before handing the plate to Steve as he makes grabby-hands at Tony.

Each piece Steve eats brings him into further awareness. After a half dozen are consumed, Tony wordlessly trades the cheese for Ritz crackers and carrots. His Alpha is such a dope— but, Tony has to admit, his one of the most gorgeous men on the planet.

He hands Steve a bottle of water which the Alpha drinks in one long pull, licking his lips and shifting Bucky so that the sleeping Omega is nestled into his shoulder, under his chin.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” Tony starts,

Steve’s head shoots up, staring into his eyes as Tony tries to pass him another bottle as a peace offering,

“Clint is here.”

He’s glad the bottle of water is unopened, or Bucky might have gotten a rude awakening as Steve flinches, whipping around to look at the door, grabbing wildly for his phone, and then steadying Bucky when the smaller man whimpers at his sudden movement.

“What time is it?”

Tony checks his phone quickly, “No, it’s… it’s only five,” he tries to grab Steve’s arm to calm him down, “they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony definitely didn’t mean to freak his Alpha out, especially since Clint looked terrified to come over so early. Best to just give Steve the information and let him figure it out.

“He wants to talk to you—”

A confused and expectant look from Steve.

“— alone. I know— I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—” Steve tries to interrupt him, but Tony has to take some control back,

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then. We get along, it should be fine.”

Before Steve can protest his plan, he dumps the rest of the food onto the table and jogs back out of the room, hoping that Steve will use the buzzer when he needs Tony to come and take over.

Sliding into the kitchen, he sees Clint rifling through their bookcase and drinking a sparkling water. He doesn’t even seem ashamed to be caught, and continues his leisurely search.

“You guys have a ton of like, war memoirs and shit.”

“... yeah, both of my mates served. Hence—” he gestures generally at both the bookcase and the panel of medals hanging nearby.

Clint walks over to the display and looks vaguely impressed, “Damn.”

“I would say help yourself to a drink, but I see you’ve done that already.”

“Yeah, well, your spicy water is shit, Tony.”

A shocked laugh bursts out of him, “Good thing I don’t drink it then. I buy those for Bucky—”

“— really? I’m shocked he drinks something with so little sugar.”

Tony shrugs, making his way over to the coffee maker to start a pot for them later, “I think drinking them makes him feel fancy, or something,” he flips on the machine and turns back to Clint, “also— spicy water?”

Clint looks so smug as he walks away from the bookcase and back towards the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the bar stools.

“That’s what Peter calls it.”

Ohh, noo. A small pained noise comes from inside Tony’s soul as he grabs at his heart, swooning from the utter cuteness of his mate— his adorable, tiny, breathtakingly sweet Omega that calls bubbly water spicy—

Clint, the bastard, is laughing at him, still sipping the offending drink as Tony tries to keep himself from crying at the mention of his boyfriend, the cutest man to ever walk the earth.

He points an accusing finger at Clint, “You hush. I know you think it’s adorable, too. I can’t help it that I’m in lo—” woops, nope, wait, “—over my head with this perfection of a human being.”

Of course Clint heard his mistake, and scoots closer to Tony, a shit-eating grin blooming over his face, “You’re in what, Tony?”

“Nope, not yet. I didn’t say it, therefore, I will not admit to it, okay? And you— you didn’t hear anything, got it?”

The dumb Beta is laughing again and Tony decides to ignore him, grabbing a mug and filling it up with the freshly brewed coffee. He slides the cup over to Clint with a pleading look, and sees the Beta’s expression soften.

He grabs the coffee with a pat to Tony’s hand, “Hey, hey, don’t do that. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Tony stares at him for another moment, watching him for any trace of joking, before a sharp buzzer startles both of them.

“You expecting someone else?” Clint asks, looking towards the front door.

Tony’s already moving back to the blue room, “No, that’s Steve. He’ll be out in a second, okay? Just sit tight,” and runs back down the hall, leaving Clint in the kitchen.

He knocks on the door, giving Steve a warning, before walking in, gently closing the door behind himself.

His mates are separated, thank god, and have moved to the bed. Bucky is dozing underneath layers of blankets that Steve has piled on top of him, and Steve is sitting, still completely bare, on the bed and stroking his hair. He barely gives Tony a glance— so Tony strips out of the sweats and t-shirt, walking around the bed to slide in behind Bucky.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and holds him close, closing his eyes to the feeling of his Omega, naked and sated, warm in his arms as he barely registers Steve kissing his hair and leaving the room.

“... Tones, ‘s that you?” Bucky sounds so sleepy and soft, and Tony nuzzles in closer, inhaling his HappyContentSleepyOmega scent like the sweetest drug.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You comin’ up?” he trails his fingers down Bucky’s left side, reaching lower to cup him securely between his legs, holding the soft Omega cock and balls in one hand.

He gets a small noise in response and can’t help pulling him closer, tangling their legs together and humming into Bucky’s neck.

They stay like that for a few moments— Tony listening to their synchronized breathing and Bucky’s resting heartbeat— until a low rumbling starts beneath his hands, building in intensity, and causing Tony to close his eyes in satisfaction as he’s slowly surrounded by Bucky’s purr.

On instinct, he holds Bucky tighter, squeezing between his legs, and sinks his teeth into his Omega’s neck.

“So good for me, Bucky. Damn, I love you so much.”

Something about his praise and confession must resonate deeply with his Omega, because Bucky starts to tremble and arch back into Tony’s hold. Tony shifts, feeling Bucky firm up in his hand, but knows they shouldn’t do this so soon after a scene, while Bucky is fighting sleep and subspace.

Tony gives him one last squeeze before releasing his hold, turning Bucky on his back, and resting his head on his hand to peer down at his mate. Bucky’s face is still relaxed, eyes closed.

“Bucky, I’m gonna move you, okay?” Tony says, looking for any discomfort.

Finding none, Tony stands up, making his way to Bucky’s side of the bed. He throws the blankets off and scoops him up into a princess carry, letting Bucky curl into his chest before heading for the door.

He checks the hallway, just in case, and hurries them both to the master bedroom. Tony can hear muted voices from the living room, but knowing his Alpha, it may be another hour or so before they finish their conversation. Bucky is still purring into his chest as he makes his way across their den, and he grabs a fresh bottle of water.

Settling them into the den, Tony closes the curtains and sits up against the headboard. He pulls Bucky to rest in between his legs with their chests pressed together, content to take his weight as the Omega continues to purr.

Tony spends a while scent-marking his mate and checking for injuries. Especially around his shoulders— he makes sure to massage out any tightness remaining from the ropes earlier, scratching through his scalp and making a note to suggest Bucky grow his hair long. He loves the way the auburn curls tangle in his fingers. He knows that Steve loves tugging on them too.

For a moment, Tony thinks Bucky might be coming back up. The purring stops and he starts to wiggle, making small grunting noises. His face scrunches up and scent starts to fill with Confusion and Distress, so Tony shushes him quietly, rocking them back and forth while whispering mindless praises until he settles down again.

Sometime later— maybe a half hour, maybe longer— Tony’s jostled awake.

He immediately tightens his hold on his mate, turning them away from the threat. When he finds the source he relaxes. Steve is hovering next to them, grinning in amusement and laughing at Tony’s overreaction.

Bucky smiles up at him as well, “Strong Beta,” he teases, and Tony growls playfully, rolling them away from Steve so that he can sit on top of Bucky’s hips.

“Damn straight.”

He leans down, stealing a kiss as Steve groans and starts tugging on his arm,

“Not now, Tony. We’ve got thirty minutes to talk before our guests come over, and we need to be focused.”

He exchanges a look with Bucky before jumping off the bed, catching his briefs as Steve tosses them over. God, he smells. He checks the clock on the nightstand and hurries up.

“Steve, I don’t know if we even have time to talk, and I definitely need a shower. Are we gonna cook? What on earth should we be wearing—”

“Hush, Tony,” Steve stops his spiraling, sorting through their drawers to pick out clothes for the evening, “it’s not even six yet, and they’ll be here in an hour. I’m going to put dinner in the oven— it’s already preheated— and you two will shower. Separately,” he gives them both a stern look, “and then we’ll spend some time in Bucky’s nest until our guests get here.”

Tony nods, already walking over to grab the clothes Steve laid out for him.

“I’ll… I’ll use the shower in the blue room,” he drops a quick peck on Bucky’s cheek and accepts one from Steve before taking off down the hall.

---

Within twenty minutes they are all dressed, Steve’s mystery meal is cooking in the oven, and Bucky is crawling into his nest— inviting them inside with a bottle of wine and expensive truffles.

“I’m gonna set an alarm, Stevie, so get talkin’. What did Clint say?” Bucky reclines back, adjusting the blankets and cushions around them, and opens up the bottle of wine, drinking from the top until Steve gasps and takes it from him.

“You’re literally a child, Bucky. Grab a glass,” Steve helps pass out and pour glasses for all of them and starts to explain, “You both know that Clint has issues with Dominant Alphas, and that’s why he dropped during your first date, right?”

Both of them nod— Peter had explained it briefly to them on their second date together.

“Well… apparently he told Peter he wants to give me a chance. He explained some of his past to me, and gave me permission to tell you both.”

They recline back and open up the truffles— sipping on pink wine because, well, Bucky.

“He grew up in an intimate pack with a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega. His parents were both Betas in the pack, and there were four mates total. He thinks there was resentment against his parents because the pack Alpha and Omega couldn’t pup, but his mom and dad had two. His dad died when he was a kid, and he was bullied— hit and abused by his Alpha— all the way until he presented Versatile in sixth grade. At that point his Alpha tried to dominate and almost— damn, almost knotted him. He hadn’t even fully presented yet, and his fucking Alpha tried to mate him.”

Steve looks visibly sick, and Tony feels the same. Bucky makes a distressed noise and curls up closer to both of them, “Fuck, Stevie— what the hell.”

“I know, I know— I didn’t. I had no idea what to say. Apparently his mom and their pack Omega saved him just in time and brought him over to a family friend. None of his family is alive now, besides his brother, because his pack was bonded together and died when his Alpha did— drunk in a car accident.”

The silence is heavy, and Tony feels shocked. Not only did this dick-wad Alpha terrorize and hurt Clint, but he’s also the reason Clint lost his whole family. Damn. No wonder he was so hurt to find out about Steve so many weeks ago. It was probably a major slap in the face by his pack, who he thought he could trust.

“Stevie,” Bucky is wiping away tears, and looking devastated as he gets their Alpha’s attention, “is he— why did he tell you all of that?”

Steve pulls him closer, nosing through his hair, “He said he trusts Peter and wants to get to know me, because he knows Peter is going to end up with us… and he wants to end up with Peter.”

“Oh,”

“And you,” Steve cracks a smile, messing up Bucky’s hair and nudging Tony with a foot, “he said you’re a good kisser, Buck.”

“Hey!”

“You should have seen them, Alpha,” Tony says with a fake serious tone that has Bucky sputtering, “Peter had to scruff them, otherwise they would have turned the whole room into an orgy.”

Steve is laughing, and Bucky pushes him away, pouting, “You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Okay, okay,” their Alpha puts a stop to it before they have an opportunity to digress further, “come on, guys. Let’s figure out what to do about tonight.”

“Tonight?” Tony asks, “is he not coming now?”

“No, he— he is, I just don’t know if I should sit this one out.”

Bucky smacks him on the arm, “You’re such an idiot, Stevie.”

Tony nods in agreement, “Did he say he doesn’t want you there?”

“No, but—”

“Then what’s the issue?” Bucky sits up taller, giving Steve another push, “it sounds like Clint wants to give you a shot. The worst thing you could do is not show up for him tonight.”

“Bucky’s right,” Tony adds, “and we’re gonna be there to protect both of you, okay? Trust us?”

Steve looks down into his hands, picking at his nails and refusing to acknowledge them.

Bucky gives Tony a nudge.

Moving their wine to the side, Tony kicks his leg over Steve’s knees, settling firmly on his lap. His Alpha whips his head up, surprised, and grabs Tony’s hips. His arms come to rest around Steve’s neck, reminiscent of their position from earlier, and he scratches lightly at the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Steve,” he starts, watching as Bucky shuffles closer and rests his head on Steve’s shoulder, “you are so strong, Alpha. You protect us and provide for us so well. But that’s not why we love you,” he jabs Steve’s chest, “we love you for your kindness, for your thoughtfulness. Steve— you are important to us because you are the best man we know. Just… give him a shot to love you too.”

There are tears in Steve’s eyes as he pulls Tony in for a hug, “Damn Tony, I love you so much, my Beta.”

“GROUP HUG,” Bucky hollers, and tackles them both to the ground, cackling wildly.

“Bucky, dammit!”

“Fuckin’ wild Omega—”

Riiiiiinng

The alarm chimes, just in time to break up their puppy pile. Tony smirks and pushes his mates off of him. He grabs the wine glasses and pops a truffle into his mouth, throwing back the rest of his drink, before crawling out of Bucky’s nest.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve’s voice calls, and Tony turns around to see his Alpha joining him on the walk to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Steve?”

Steve grabs his free hand and kisses his finger tips,

“Thank you, my Beta.”

“You deserve unconditional love, my Alpha. It’s never a hardship for us to give it to you.”

“I thought Stevie and I were bad— you guys are big ‘ol saps,” Bucky butts in, pushing past them and turning the lights out.

“C’mon idiots, I’m hungry.”

They follow him down the hall obediently, ready for whatever the night has in store.

#starker #stuckony #stucky #stony #smut #d/s fic #tw: past abuse #winteriron #clint barton #MiGLT #subspace #fluff #fanfic #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mood board #omegaverse

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peach-pops · 4 years

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hello!!! I love ur blog so much ! Can I requests a hc with Oikawa and Kuroo dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend? Maybe she gets into a fight and how would the boys react?

This is spicy yes of course! Also I def relate to the reader cause I get mad at freaking everything. There is a lot of cussing and there is violence obviously so just a warning!

Also PSA: I know Mika ( Daisho’s gf) is probably super nice in the manga but I had to make her uhhhhh unlikeable so yeah.

Oikawa and Kuroo with a Hothead Girlfriend

-Oikawa-

There’s no need to sugarcoat it, Oikawa was intimidated by you because of your ‘ don’t fuck with me attitude’ but once you started dating, he realized it came in handy especially with his fans

He never had to worry about his fans ever messing with you because they’d be dumb to say anything to your face without you throwing hands back so Oikawa always thought things would be in his favor

UNTILLLL you showed up to one of Aoba Johsai’s games because of course, you wanted to support the team

You watched the game from up on the stands and you could hear his fans whispering amongst each other about you but you wanted to stay focused on the game

Whenever Oikawa served, he would make a quick glance at you to make sure that you saw it but even though your eyes were on him, you didn’t look thrilled

Oikawa put two and two together once he saw his little fanbase a few rows back laughing in your direction and his heart dropped. Sure, he was upset that they were saying things about you but he was even more worried that you were going to kill them

The match was getting closer to the end but the girls were persistent in bashing you for every little thing and you did your best to keep your temper under control

“ What is she even wearing?”

“ Shouldn’t she be wearing a jersey to support her boyfriend?”

“ Maybe Oikawa-San and her broke up!”

“ Thank goodness, he can do so much better anyway. He is way out of her league.”

You clenched your fists against the bottom of your seat. You’d be damned if you were just gonna sit there and listen to them talk badly about you

You whipped your head around and gave them a deadly glare,” Just wait until this game ends and we’ll see if you’ll be able to keep talking shit.”

They’re just shocked that you even turned around to confront them and while they’re a bit shooketh cause you’re high key scary, they don’t take your threat seriously

Oikawa can practically feel the tension in the air so once Aoba Johsai scores the last point and they take their bows, he looks up at you as if he’s pleading with you to just wait until he can get there

Cue that one tik tok: ‘ girl don’t do it, it’s not worth it…’

And you’re looking back at him like ‘ im not gonna do it girl...I was just thinking about it...im not gonna do it”

You and Oikawa both thought that the coast was clear and that you two can go about your day but then the main fangirl opened her mouth,” I told you guys she’s too scared to fight us. Who does this bitch think she is?”

It all happened so fast, one minute you were beaming down proudly at your boyfriend and the next, you’re jumping over the bleachers to launch yourself at the girl in the stands

“ OH SHIT!” Oikawa raced out of the gym with Iwaizumi running after him because Iwaizumi knows Oikawa might need his help

Oikawa had never seen you this mad before so he didn’t know what to expect as he raced up the stairs

His mouth dropped when he saw you on top of the girl and you were going at it

like yassssssss reader beat her ass!!! Fuck her up!!!!🤪🤪🤪

There’s a crowd gathered around but Oikawa managed to squeeze his way through and shouted at you to stop. He knew how strong you were and frankly, the girl didn’t even stand a chance against you.

Obviously, he is your number one fan but he didn’t want you to go to jail for murdering this girl in cold blood

He tried to pull you off of her but you have that gorilla grip and this boy was struggling to pry you off like damn where is all of this strength coming from???

Oikawa looked around for anyone to help him but the crowd was a bit too scared of you so he shouted for backup

“ IWA-CHAN HELP ME BEFORE SHE KILLS HER!”

Iwaizumi pushed through everyone and he assessed the situation. He sees lil ol’ you swinging at the girl who’s sprawled out on the floor screaming but he’s more focused on the fact that you listened to his advice on how to throw punches

He stans necessary violence!

Iwa managed to loosen your grip on the girl which gave Oikawa enough time to wrap his arms around you and hold you back

“ Who’s scared now ha!” You laughed evilly as Oikawa tried dragging you away from the crime scene and he’s visibly shaken because his girlfriend is psychotic but is it awful that he feels so proud?!?!?

Like in his head he’s thinking,” damn okay go off queen!” 🥰

He managed to carry you all the way down to the stairs and pulled you aside to make sure you’re okay

“Are you hurt anywhere? How are you feeling? Do you need some water or some ice for your knuckles?”

You looked down at your knuckles and sure enough, they were bruised but surprisingly not bloody,” Oh, I fucked up my knuckles...I didn’t even notice, ” You said as Oikawa shook his head disapprovingly,” I wasn’t even hitting that hard!”

“ Iwa-chan, can you be a dear and get some ice? I’m gonna stay here with Y/N to make sure she doesn’t go back up there,” Oikawa said as you held up your knuckles to show Iwaizumi

“ How do I look Zumi?”

“ Damn Y/N, those look badass!”

Iwa was practically beaming because he knew he had taught you well🤩🤩🤩

“ Iwa-chan don’t get encourage her! Go get the ice!” Oikawa shouted as you and Iwaizumi both laughed before Iwa turned to leave

Oikawa lightly skimmed his thumb across your knuckles and pressed an even lighter kiss to your knuckles before sighing,” Was it worth ruining your pretty hands honey?”

You inhaled deeply before shrugging innocently at your boyfriend,” Toru, I really tried to keep my cool I promise! They were saying really mean things the whole time but I did my best to control myself but she had it coming...Are you mad at me?”

“ Of course I’m not mad,” Oikawa answered honestly as he pulled you closer to him,” If you lost than sure, I would be disappointed but you won so I’m more proud than anything! But I’m pretty sure you broke her nose.”

“ A wise boyfriend once said; If you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks,” You said with a smirk as Oikawa leaned in to give you a victory kiss

-Kuroo-

Kuroo knew what he was getting himself into when the two of you started dating. You were always so sweet and thoughtful but whenever you were upset, you didn’t care who got in your way, all you wanted to do was unleash the beast!

Most of the time, Kuroo could calm you down before it ever escalated but on the rare account that he couldn’t, he just hoped you didn’t do too much damage to whoever was on the receiving end

At the end of one of Nekoma’s matches, you were celebrating with the team in the hallway when Kuroo excused himself to go use the restroom

You thought nothing of it and continued to chat and congratulate the other Nekoma members but as minutes passed by without seeing Kuroo, you excused yourself and went to go find him

You turned the corner to see Kuroo with his back facing you as he was loudly talking to Daisho. You knew Kuroo disliked Daisho but you were taken aback when you saw a familiar face next to him, Mika Yamaka

You and Mika had never gotten along, even way before Kuroo had his feud with the Nohebi captain. The last time you had saw her, things hadn’t gone so well so to see her in the flesh made you feel some type of way

You walked over to where Kuroo was standing as the conversation halted

“ What’s going on? Everything okay?” You asked as Kuroo wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer

“ Nothing, everything is fine,” Kuroo smiled but you could tell that something was obviously going on

“ Wow Y/N-chan, I gotta say, you’ve changed a lot. I see you finally figured out how to style your hair,” Mika said ‘sweetly’ as she played with her boyfriend’s volleyball in her hand,” you finally look grown-up. I was sure you’d always look like that little geek I met in middle school.”

You felt him squeeze your hip tightly as if to say ‘ don’t let her get under your skin’ but you couldn’t help yourself to snap back

“Aw, Mika. I wish I could say the same for you but turns out you’re still a fucking snake who-”

“ Okay, let’s just calm down and take a breath,” Kuroo said as he leaned down to whisper into your ear,” don’t do anything stupid, okay? I got your back.”

You squeezed his hand as you kept your icy stare on Mika who looked unbothered

“ Your girl sure does have a temper doesn’t she?” Daisho laughed as Kuroo snapped his eyes over to him

“ What did you say snake?”

OH SO NOW IT’S SUDDENLY OKAY TO SAY SNAKE

“ He’s not wrong. Y/N is kinda known to be a bit of a bitch,” Mika said as a matter of fact as you and Kuroo both tensed up,” little miss hothead is what they used to call you right?”

As angry as you were, you knew that she was just trying to push your buttons and that she wasn’t worth the hassle. At this point, the rest of the Nekoma boys were watching from afar and even Kenma had looked up from his game to watch the heated interaction

“ Let’s just go, you guys are all bark and no bite. That’s why Nohebi loses everytime against Nekoma. You want some advice, how about you guys win before you start to talk shit,” You scoffed as you grabbed Kuroo’s hand and walked off in the opposite direction

Micdrop lets get it Y/N

Kuroo smiled down at you as he pressed a kiss on your forehead,” Baby, I’m really proud of you. I know it’s hard to keep your cool and I’m sure you wanted to beat her ass, huh?”

“ God, I was this close Tetsuro. I swear, I-”

You felt something hard hit the back of your head and a second later, you could hear Mika’s annoying voice,” Who’s all bark and no bite now?”

You looked down at the ground to see the volleyball she had just chucked at your head and you felt smoke come out of your ears

You moved your eyes up and locked eyes with Kenma like ‘did this bitch really just do that😮’ and Kenma nodded ‘girl she really did👀’

Kuroo looked shocked. He didn’t even know what to say but he really didn’t want you to get into a fight

“Baby-”

“ Hold my purse,” You snapped as you shoved your bag into his chest and walked over to where Mika was standing

“ Aw, is Y/N-chan gonna cry-”

Kuroo and Daisho watched with open mouths as you practically launched yourself at her, causing the two of you to hit the floor. The Nekoma boys shouted words of encouragement and you could even hear Yaku shout “WORLDSTAR!”

“ You! 👏🏼Stupid! 👏🏼Bitch!” You yelled as you kept slamming your fists into Mika as she swung her fists back to try and get you off

Kuroo rushed over, unsure of what to do.

A little backstory: You two had a hypothetical conversation a while back and you had explicitly told him that if you had gotten into a fight, he was not allowed to step in unless you were losing. By the looks of it, you were winning by a longshot

It wasn’t until Daisho tried grabbing you off of Mika that Kuroo suddenly became protective and stepped in

“ Don’t touch her, snake!” Kuroo yelled as he easily pushed Daisho to the side and ripped you away from Mika

You scrambled and struggled against your boyfriend’s grip as you continued to curse at Mika

“ Uh huh! That’s what I thought you raggedy-ass, fucking bitch! You’re awfully quiet now, huh!”

“ Oh my god babe, please-”

“ Whatever!” Mika shouted as Daiso helped her up as she held her nose in pain,”That’s why your stupid boyfriend stepped in.”

“ He stepped in cause he knows I will kill you! Do you hear me, Mika? You’re lucky my boyfriend isn’t such a weak ass like you because if he wasn’t holding me back, you wouldn’t be able to get off the floor-”

“ Okokokokokok! She got the message baby, you’re scary and she’s a dumbass,” Kuroo was struggling to keep his grip on you so he readjusted himself and threw you over his shoulder as he walked past his teammates,” let’s head to the bus.”

The rest of the Nekoma teammates followed the two of you back to the buses as Kenma walked over beside you,” Do you want me to send you the video?”

“ You were recording?” You and Kuroo both asked as Kenma nodded approvingly

“ Hell yeah! Send it to me!”

On the bus ride back, it was relatively loud from all of the talk about you throwing hands with Mika but Kuroo had all of his attention on you

“ I can’t believe she threw a volleyball at your head, what did she expect when you pounced on her?” Kuroo said as you leaned your head against his shoulder,” but damn, we were so close to leaving without a fight.”

“ I know, I’m sorry Tetsuro. You know I can’t stand her or her boyfriend,” You huffed as Kuroo sighed

“ You know, have I ever told you how turned on I get seeing you mad?”

“ Yes babe, several times.”

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gr0vndz3ro · 4 years

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Prove Your Worth

Ceo!Bakugou x Reader(NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, slight bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk

Word count: 3,968

A/n: My friend gave me this idea because she really wanted to see a ceo bakugou and this is how I imagined it would happen but also im a hoe for some ceo sooooo. I enjoyed this a little to much so it turned out longer than what I expected that's what she said. Also I have had to rewrite this so many times because my computer is stupid. I’m also going to be taking requests for other characters in the BNHA fandom. This was my first smut so I hope y’all like.

You stood in front of the two daunting glass doors, a lump growing in your throat as you hold onto the intern paperwork. You’re in your third year and at the Sports Festival you were finally able to make it up to 2nd place. For the first time you had more than 50 offers, a LOT more. You knew that in order to become a successful hero you were going to have to try to get in with a Pro. You were surprised to see an offer from one Pro let alone two. Deku . . . and Ground Zero, shuddering at the thought of the intense Hero.

You take a step forward and pushed open the door, looking around the lobby and spot the receptions desk and walk over. A lady with short pink hair is typing away at the computer.

“How can I help you there?” She said without looking up or even pausing her ferocious typing. It had honestly caught you off guard as you were just going to wait for her to finish.

“I’m Y/N L/N, the 3rd year from UA, and I was here because of the offer I got for the internship?” you hand over you hero license and show her your school I.D. She takes both cards and looks at them. You glance down at her name tag as she continues typing in the computer looking up the information, noticing that it says Mina. Wasn’t she in the same class as Deku and Ground Zero, as a matter of fact all of Ground Zero’s old high school friend group work at this agency.

“Alright it looks like in here you have a meeting with the big guy for 1:00. He’s in a meeting right now and he should be out soon... hopefully. If you head to the top floor there is going to be a waiting lounge to your right once you get out.” Mina says, interrupting your thoughts. She gestures to the elevator and flashes a quick smile.

“Thank you so much” you smile back to her and head over to the elevator. Once you enter you notice just how many floors there are. I’d expect nothing less from the Number 2 hero. You click on the top floor and make your way up. Once the elevator hits the top floor you spot the waiting area and make your way over

. ~time skip~

The meeting Ground Zero was in went over schedule to say the least. It was currently 2:30 and you were still sitting in the lounge. Mina had even come up for her lunch break to keep you company once she found out the meeting was going over. Maybe I’ll just go with De- your thought was cut off by a door down the hall being opened.

You quickly stood up and fixed your skirt and looked at who exited the room. You soon recognized them as the Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero themselves. They start to walk down the hall towards where you am standing, still in conversation. Once they make it to where you was the green haired man notices in there and turns to you and smiles.

“You’re Y/N, from the Sports Festival right? I’m sorry I wasn't able to make our meeting this morning, as you can see now, something had come up. I do hope to reschedule and talk to you about joining my agency for your internship. You’re very talented with that quirk of yours.” Deku says to you. He then turns back to Ground Zero and says, “I really hope you change your mind Kacchan.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that you damn nerd.” Ground Zero glares back at the him at the nickname. Maybe it’s an inside joke? Deku chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that Bakugou. I do hope to hear from you though.” He turns away from him and back to you “And you too.” and with that he headed to the elevator. While watching him walk away you hadn’t even realized that the angry man that was once in front of you was no longer there. You look around to find him when you hear

“Oi are you coming or what?” come from the direction of where the two heroes had originally came from. You scramble to grab your stuff from next to couch and rush over to where he was holding open the door. As you walk in you mumble a thank you to which he only replies with “Tsk-” and then go to stand in the middle of the office. It was very spacious with all black furniture and state of the art technology. The office was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that covered the three walls that lead to outside. A door was off to the left that lead to his rap-around balcony that you could sort of see due to the half open blinds.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?” Bakugou says while seating behind his desk, grabbing a file that was put off to the side. You take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, placing your bag on the floor next to your feet. Looking up you can see him going through what you believe is to be your academic file. You take the moment to look at who you could possibly be interning with. He was quite handsome... and by handsome I mean fucking hot. His blond hair was slightly messing from what you could assume was from his prior meeting and was starting to fall in front of his deep crimson eyes. He slightly bits his lip focusing on the paperwork in front of him, those same intense eye darting back and forth. Your eyes start to travel down his torso to see that his black button up had the top few buttons undone. Then to his arms seeing that the fabric on his sleeve is tightly accentuating the muscles trapped inside of them. Hell the whole shirt was tight on him and you can’ t tell if it was because the shirt was a size to small or he was just that built. His hands start flipping through the file and you catch him lick his finger to help turn the page. You shouldn’t find someone flipping a paper this attractive but seeing the way his long fingers curl around the page sends a chill down your spine. You start thinking about the things those hands could probably do, and you press your legs together so that you can try to ignore the warm feeling that was starting to build. I have to be professional! Behind him you could see a discarded tie and a suit jacket that was probably on him at some point of the day. I wonder how intense his last meeting had to be in order for him to start stripping. What would have happened if it had continued? You’re interrupted by your thoughts once again by him speaking.

“So it looks like here that your first year in the Sports Festival you only had made it into the calvary battle, your second year you had only made it passed the first round in the battle tournament and then this year you finally managed to place 2nd. While I will say you’ve improved a lot, how do I know that what you did this year at the Festival wasn’t just a fluke and that you are actually talented enough to be one of my sidekicks?” He places the file down on the table looking up at you with one brow quirked. You pause in shock but shake out of it, not to sure why you were shocked though, he’s the 2nd best hero so of course he’d only accept the best in as his sidekick. You looked down at your lap but quickly brought it up when you heard him clear his throat.

“Well I-I think t-that it shows just how m-much I have improved over my time at UA and h-how much I more I could improve at your a-agency.” you stutter under his intense stare. Get it together! I press my hands together and hold the edge of your skirt trying to calm yourself.

“Yet I’m not the only company you’re interested in interning with am I?” He questions you while standing up from his desk. As he walked around to front of his desk he continued talking, “Your first choice was with that damn nerd. So tell me, why should I take you in if your showing such interest in him?” He sits in front of you on the edge of his desk. You took a deep breath in so that you could get your next sentence out with some form of confidence, even if you had to fake it.

“I actually was originally only interested in trying to get and internship here, as I think that I would be able to develop my quirk and fighting skills better here. But it wouldn’t have been smart to keep my options so limited so I made sure to check out his agency as well, seeing as he’s the Number One-” you quickly got interrupted by a loud slam causing you to let out a squeal.

“Don’t- Fucking- Say- It. It’s bad enough I gotta hear it all over the news and from the idiot himself. I’m not going to be hearing it again and that gonna be your only warning.” Crimson eyes glare into you. You swallow the lump in you throat and squeeze your thighs harder together, suddenly getting very warm. He takes in a deep breath as to calm himself down. He pauses before going to ask his next question.

“Can you explain your quirk a little bit” he looks back, running his hand through his hair, waiting for you response.

“Oh yeah. My quirk is called Atmokinesis. I’m able to control weather but after some intense training I’m starting to be able to work on the individual elements that go into each type of weather. So far I’m really good with lightning, water and air but I think I struggle most with the raw power behind fire, which is why I thought it’d be really good for me to intern here seeing how good you are with controlling your explosion quirk.” you explain to him and you see him start to smirk at the indirect complement.

“Well you fucking got that right.” he scoffed “What made you want to become a hero?” he asked. It sounding like these where prewritten questions used on everyone who sat in this chair. You laugh a little and respond

“I feel like my reason is the same as most. When I was little I was obsessed with All Might and I always told my parents that I was going to be just like him. They pushed me toward that dream and helped me along the way. Although I will say when All Might had to retire I think is when I made up my mind for sure. I knew that the world was going to need more heroes out there to replace the symbol of peace.” I smile a little thinking back to the fond memories of my childhood. and continue “but then again I guess he’s sorta been replaced huh? Seeing as how Deku has such a similar power to the great hero-”

“I thought I fucking warned you about talking about him” your eyes snap to his crimson ones as you realized what you had said. The anger on his face prevalent from hearing about the status of his rival.

“I-I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean to I swear I had just forgot about-”

“Shut up” His voice cuts you off. You look down at my lap hoping to avoid his gaze. I just blew this interview. He leans up from his desk and walks over to your chair.

“Stand up, I’m going to show you something” his voice much deeper than It was just moments before making your knees week. You look up at him in confusion but realize he was probably kicking you out. You stand up, your head hung low as you go to reach for your bag when you’re stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. You go to look up but when you do he starts leading you toward the door. As you go to start apologizing again he stops you both at a display case that was next to his door.

“What do you see” He lets go of your wrist and takes a step behind me so that I can get a proper look at the case.

You look and see a key to the city that is given to each of the top 10 heroes, A few trophies for various achievements and a lot of medals from his time at UA. On the wall next to the case you could see various newspaper clippings from major accomplishments he achieved. Top ten most successful 20 year old's, his first appearance in the newspaper, his first solo debut, and many more including some of his most difficult wins.

“What you see there is the work of a real hero not some god damn wanna be you got that?” you jump as you feel his hot breath against your ear, you shiver as chills cover your arms. You turn around to face him and start backing up when you notice how close we are.

“I’m really sorry sir, I really didn’t mean to bring Deku back up, I had just gotten carried away and I-” you look back when your back hits the wall next to the display case. But your head quickly whips back around when you feel heat in front of you. You let out a gasp as his hands slam on the wall on either side of your head. His head dipping into the crook of your neck.

“You better listen to me now. The only name that’s going to be coming out of those pretty little lips of yours is mine... you got that princess?” your eyes widen when you hear his request. His lips trail along your neck the warm sensation making you whimper. He continues moving around as if looking for something.

“I don't understa-” a moan slips out as he kisses a certain spot on your neck. You feel him smirk against your neck as he found what he wanted. His hands move front the wall, one finding there way to you hip, the other to the door right next to you and you hear it click. He locked it. He moved back up to you ear and growled

“Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier, checking me out and squeezing your thighs, this is probably exactly what you were thinking of, isn’t that right. I want you to tell me what it was that was going through that dirty little mind of yours.” your body shakes and you’re left there speechless, but you try to pull yourself together.

“I was thinking about your h-hands and how your long fingers curve a-and the things you could do with them.” you stutter as you feel his hands travel further down and start to hike up your skirt as you tell his about your lewd thoughts, his hands assaulting your thighs, sliding his rough hands up them toward your now throbbing core. You let out a moan when his thumb rubs against your clothed clit, damp with your own slick.

“Look at you, soaking wet just thinking about me. dirty little slut. I haven't even done anything to you yet you’re all ready for me.” He pushes aside your underwear and runs his finger up your core, gathering it all on his finger. “so fucking wet” he groans against your neck more to himself.

He digs his finger knuckle deep into you causing you to gasp but it’s quickly cut off by his mouth meeting yours. His tongue entering you mouth to prove to you his dominance. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out, catching you by surprise when you feel his second finger stretch you out. Every time his finger enters you, you can feel him curl it up too hit your spot. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you feel a knot start to build in your core.

“Fu-uck Bakugou” you let out as you feel the tingling sensation start to take over your body, your hands traveling up to his hair so you could have something to grab onto.

“Call me Katsuki” He smirks at you increasing his speed of his assault on you, knowing how close you are. Just as you felt yourself almost come undone he pulls his fingers out making you let out a whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty and you knew you needed him to fill you up.

“P-please Katsuki I need you” you mewl moving your head to his jaw, kiss down to his neck stopping right underneath his ear. You pause when you hear him let out a groan. You start to lick and nibble at the spot needing to hear that sound come out of him again. “I want to feel you fill me up”

“Fuck that's it, jump” His hand on the back of your thighs. You do as he says and jump, rapping your legs around his hips, his hard on pressed against you. You shuttered at the size of it, even through his pants you could tell just how big it was. You brought your mouth back to meet his as your tongues battle for dominance, this kiss so much more passionate than before.

He walks the two of you over to his desk placing you down on it. Your hands make their way from his hair to his shirt to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. You place your hand on his chest feeling his muscles while his hands move up from you thighs to the edge of your shirt. You comply with his silent demand by taking of your shirt while he undoes the clip on your bra causing the garments to fall to ground. He pulls you off the desk.

“Turn around for me” You look him in the eyes, confusion all over your face. “Did I fuckin stutter? Now be a good girl and do as your told.” you immediately turn around, feeling his hands go to the zipper of your skirt pulling down, taking his time to squeeze your ass as he passes it. His hands suddenly leave your body as he whispers in your ear “There you go, close your eyes and don't move okay babygirl.”

You hear his foot steps leave you and you hear rustling from somewhere in his office. It goes quiet and you were about to open your eyes when a pair of hands grab your wrists and pull them behind your back. You open your eyes as you feel a soft fabric get tied around them. You turn around to see Katsuki wrapping his discarded tie that you saw earlier. Him biting his lip focusing on knotting it tight. You feel him put his hand on your back and push you against his desk. Pressed against your back his breath hits your ear.

“I want to hear you beg for me, I’m going to have you screaming for me to stop. When I’m finished with you, you’re not even going to remember that damn nerd’s name, I can promise you that.”

He roughly pulls down your underwear and goes to remove his own pants and boxers. You hear ruffling of plastic and look back to watch him slide on a condom, slick running down your legs as you get a view for how massive he was. He aligns his tip with your entrance rubbing it up your folds gathering your juice.

“So wet, just for me” he groans as he pushes himself inside of you. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up, your eyes tearing up as he stretching you out. “F-fuck you’re so tight Y/N”

“P-please Kat-suki move, I-I need more” That aching feeling returning to your core.

“Ask and you shall receive” He pulls out of you and then slams back into you, only slowly moving at first before picking up his speed. His hips hitting your ass as he fill you out, every thrust making your knees week. All you wanted to do was run his hands through his hair, run them down his back, hold his arms, touch every inch of him, but his tie restricted you adding to your neediness. You whimper as his hand comes down on your ass, a warm sting traveling across your cheek.

“I-I’m getting cl-close, can I please t-touch you?” Barely able to form your sentence due to the pure pleasure overwhelming your body.

“I don’t know if a dirty slut like you deserves it” He lets out an almost animalist growl.

“I promise I’ll behave j-just P-PLEASE” the last part of your sentence coming out louder from him slamming into you hard and stopping.

“Well when you say it like that..” His hand moves to your wrists untying them while still giving you shallow thrusts. You aren’t even able to wrap your head around how he’s still able to keep up such a pace. You’re taken out of your trusts when he flips you over so you can now see his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead as he stares into your eyes. You are quick to throw your hands into his hair and connect your lips. Tongues fighting for dominance as you pull on his hair at the nape of his neck making him let out a deep moan. He presses you back down against his desk and slams himself back into you. Now it was your turn to let out a moan. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his to get deeper in you.

“F-FUCK” He slams into your G-spot hard and you know that at this rate you wont last long. And by the way you clench around him, Katsuki knew that too.

“Oh you like it like that? Fuck- filling you up like this? You take me so well princess, it’s like your pussy is made just for me” He’s kissing your neck desperately wanting to hear you scream out his name.

“Ooh Katsuki I’m-” the intense heat building up in your core becoming almost to much.

“Cum for me baby girl” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck. Hearing his deep voice say that sent you over board, Lightning shooting up from your toes to your core, spreading out from there. A loud moan leaves your mouth as euphoria rushes over your body. His trusts start to get sloppy watching you fall apart beneath him.

“F-fuck Y/N” He groans out your name as he comes undone as well, his seed spilling out into the condom, feeling the warmth through the thin plastic.

He pulls out of you as you both attempt to catch your breath. He leans down to you mouth giving you a kiss, much different from earlier sending butterflies to your stomach as you feel the passion in this kiss instead of just lust. He breaks the kiss to remove the piece of plastic and put on his clothes and you do the same. You start fixing your hair as you stand infront of where his desk is flustered by what just happened. You look up, your eyes meeting his crimson ones as he smiles at you. You return a shy smile back at him before looking toward the floor. He walks over to you and lifts your chin up with his finger. A smirk on his face as he says

“Your internship starts on Monday. Don’t be late.”

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yoichichi · 4 years

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Pretty People Supremacy Playlist 🖤

for my angel @1010andneji , I hope you love it 🖤

disclaimers: fem!reader, because this a request for someone with she/her pronouns, I believe the reader is referred to as she/her a few times, Kenma is aged up and this is based in him attending University just to be clear‼️

warning: it gets a little saucy in the make out department ?

gif not mine, credit to owner

a/n: ahhhhh!!! I’m sorry this took so long and I really hope you like it and you felt like it was worth the wait! Please let me know if you need me to change anything ‼️ i luv you bae 😔✊🏼 also thank you to my wife @ikigaitooru for helping me choose your matchup here! I was stuck between one other person but we ultimately decided on Kenma, we both believe he exhibits prime quiet himbo energy :) also I kind of went off and wrote a lot on this one 😶 sorry I think? Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!!

Relationship Headcannons

Ok so ultimately, I paired you together NOT just cause you thinks he’s pretty but I think you guys would be so good together!! Like you would be so good for him

You guys would balance each other out socially and just be the best pair to hang out with pleaseee

He knows he can be stupid and chaotic with you and you know you can let yourself wind down with him!!

Kenma CAN be blunt sometimes so I’m sure he’d have to catch onto your sensitivity at first, but he’d be so sincere if he ever accidentally said or did anything that made you feel some type of way

And once he is aware of your sensitivity he’s constantly reassuring you in little ways, not only that he understands and is trying to comfort you but just to reassure you he loves you, for example :

HAND SQUEEZES

I know some people have mentioned that he wouldn’t be into PDA but I disagree! It’s just not in the conventional let me be all over you types of PDA

I feel like it’s just not a big deal to him cause he’s like 🤨 what do I have to be embarrassed for?? This my mf baby and I’m gonna hold her hand if I want to ??

Like, I see him as a big hand holder frfr

He would just see it as such an easy way to be physically close to you and even if that’s just holding pinky’s he’s down!

It would also help him if he’s feeling anxious!

Like he’d fiddle with your hands and fingers if he’s feeling particularly antsy or nervous

You guys are out and he wants to go in a different direction? He’s definitely bringing your hand to his lips to give a quick peck and pull you along

“C’mon, let’s look over here”

AND HES SO NONCHALANT ABOUT IT TOO LIKE HE JUST DOESNT QUITE REALIZE THE EFFECT HE HAS ON YOU WHEN HE DOES THAT (he totally does but he likes to be slick and act like he doesn’t 🙄)

He would also DEFINITELY let you play with his hands if you’re nervous or bored or whatever reason honestly, he’d find it soothing and knows it occupies you or fills a need (and you get to look at pretty Kenma hands c’mon now)

ANYWAYS there are other little ways he’d reassure you too besides hand squeezes and holding

Definitely the type to leave you little notes in places for you to find them and they’d always say such simple things like “hi- kenma <3” LMAOOOO PLS HES TRYING HIS BEST

I think the final biggest way he’d love to reassure you would be words of affirmation (this is definitely a private thing)

I think he’d still deliver them in a blunt manner but that’s how you know he’s sincere!

You two would just be chilling at his place and you’d do something simple like, ask how much water he’s drank today or play with his hair and tell him he shouldn’t overwork himself and he’d just look at you so seriously and be like, “I really appreciate you, you know that?”

And it’d be sort of deadpan but like !!!

And he’d just kiss your hand after - always the palm - and then he’d just press his cheek into your hand before kissing it one more time and moving on like that literally just didn’t happen KENMA KING OF HAND KISSES

Okok moving on before I get stuck on his hands again anskdkdksiaj

So we don’t talk about himbo Kenma enough!!!! Like ok

He’s NOT big and ripped like ya know Bokuto and he seems super smart but I’m telling you this man is a quiet clueless himbo ‼️

You can’t tell me you’d be talking on and on about biology or something and he’d just have this little lost look in his eye while he’s nodding along and smiling softly listening to you talk and you’re like ,,??

“Wait, do you even understand what I’m saying?”

And he’d really just be like no :)

“but your eyes are really pretty and I like watching your lips move while you talk :) (this man is also a king of innocent flirting and you can’t tell me otherwise!!!)

OMG and if you’re even the slightest bit flustered by his comment he WILL notice and he’ll do his best to hide his sly little smile and just grab one of your hands and squeeze it and be like, “keep going, I’m listening”

KENMA HIMBO NATION RISE

Ok ALSO you two would literally just be such a pretty couple? Just like so pleasing to look at????? Like you’re both so pretty it’s unfair! And your style OMG

Like you’re just so soft like the epitome of 🦋✨👼☁️☺️ girl and 🎮🎱🖤👾🌙 boy ykwim???

and his long hair PLS Kenma man bun supremacy 🙌🏼

I can’t stress enough how pretty you two would be it would just make sense seeing you two together ugh

UGH you dying Kenmas hair for him?? And he’d just sit cross legged in a chair while you do it and he keeps leaning and moving to wherever you are around him cause your hands are in his hair and it’s so soothing!! What’s he supposed to do??

“Kenma, stay still you’re gonna bet bleach on my shirt!”

“But didn’t you wear that in case bleach did get on it?”

“Kenma-“

“I’m just saying if that’s the case then I don’t understand why I can’t hug you while you bleach my hair? 🤨”

“😐”

“Ok so-“

“Kenma.”

“😒”

Yeah queue pouty Kenma acting indifferent 🙄✋🏼

Just give him a kiss on his nose and he’ll get over it even though he’ll feign his grumpiness to get treated like a baby a little bit longer

UGH PLS I GOTTA STOP I COULD GO ON FOREVER

Bottom line, Kenma’s your quiet little himbo and you’re his loud soft girlfriend, and it’s one of the most adorable things ever

Ok, so we’re finally to what you came for LMAO, your playlist!

OKOK so similar to the first one I made, there’s no theme besides music taste so I tried to make this like a soundtrack of your guys relationship if that makes sense?

I really hope you enjoy and please let me know if you need any changes or would like to be paired up with someone else 🖤‼️ Without further ado, your songs and explanations!

1. Siren - Kailee Morgue: ok I think this one still kind of fits the vibe you’re looking for but you can’t tell me Kenma didn’t see you as some bewitching vixen who’s caught his attention LMAO like he’s just like 👁👄👁 she’s so pretty and entrancing help me! and he’d try to be like haha I’m cool I’m cool I’m fine 😎🥴😎 but it’s so obvious he likes you too (you’d kind of be able to tell with the way he looks at you and how it took so long for the blush to leave his neck and ears whenever he’d talk to you) but he just really decides he has no choice in the matter, he wants you so bad LMAO

2. Juice - iyla: more off the first one, the way you just appeared into Kenmas life LMAO like he saw you and just 😳🥴😍‼️ and once he started to feel real feelings he’d be so 🏃‍♂️💨 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE COME FROM??? But he wants you so BAD he can’t do anything about it, and now not only does he just want you 😳 but he wants you and he wants to be yours , pls he has it hard

3. See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) - Tyler, The Creator: ok this is like THE song to your guys relationship just UGH I know you two would have such pining. Kenma would DEFINITELY be nervous to even talk to you at first cause he’s definitely like 🥴 she’s prettt hhng and he’s so shy and you just have such HEART EYES over him and you don’t even hide it that well LMAO (“it’s them rose colored cheeks yeah it’s them dirt colored eyes 😔😩”- u @ him) and it just makes him so NERVOUS!! But you two would definitely dance around it for a bit like you’d just be so 😍‼️ He’s pretty and shy hehe I like him gimme gimme 😍 and he’d be so flustered by it at first until you guys FINALLY get over yourselves (when kenma stops being a baby LMAO) like you guys jus wanna kiss so bad and literally everyone’s like JUST FUCKING DO IT, SHIT it’s adorable really

4. Doves In The Wind (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - SZA: ok I know this song is kinda saucy an idk if it’s overplayed but listen YOU CANT TELL ME THIS ISNT KENMAS FUCKING ANTHEM!! like he jus absolutely jams to this song definitely a sza stan and loves playing vibey music like hers during his gaming sessions but like the way he would worship the ground you walk on and be like mf im HERS do not get it twisted, in no way does she belong to me buT THE WAY I BELONG TO HER WHEW ‼️

5. Moment - Victoria Monét: ok why do I feel like most of the songs I added on here are vaguely steamy LMAO but ok this song? Yeah whew 💨 this is definitely one of those songs that play while you two would be lazily making out with those little led lights on (you just know kenma has those) and you two would just be laying there and know this is one of those moments you guys are never gonna forget. Your hands are just roaming and caressing each other while your lips are locked and you guys are so breathless and it’s just wow, you guys must have manifested each other cause this moment is so perfect between you two. And even though it’s a little sloppy it’s so intimate and you both feel like you’re living in a dream. messy hair flushed Kenma whos breathing heavy? Yeah I think so

6. Deep Cuts - Healy: Kenma is always trying his hardest to be the best he can when he loves something. We know this we’ve all seen him and Tora when it comes to volleyball and the way he gets with Hinata. And this wouldn’t change when it comes to your guys relationship, he is constantly going to be putting in his best effort to get to know you better, be the best boyfriend he can be to you and make you feel as loved as he can. He’s memorized everything there is to know about you and sometimes he gets lost in that and it makes him insecure about himself from his overthinking (you can’t tell me he’s not a chronic overthinker) and he’d forget to just enjoy himself sometimes. Like Kenma stop stressing, you can relax when you hold her hand. But he’d reach this point with you when he’d probably be being a bit difficult and you’d just make him feel so loved. He had been overworking himself again, which you HATED. You could tell from the bags under his eyes and the way his hair was messily pulled back into a low bun and the way the neckline of his hoodie showed he wasn’t even wearing a shirt underneath. But it was date night!! So what if he was tired and overworked quality time is important to you!!! I mean, that’s what he’s thinking. But you would just pull him into a hug and kiss his forehead and start to undress into comfy clothes and he’d be so confused like ?? Uhm, date night?? And you’d just pull him to your shared bed by his sleeve and under the covers and into your arms while you just kissed the top of his head. You’d take his hair out of his bun and run your fingers through it getting rid of some of the tangles and just be so CARING to him. “Let’s just stay in, you’re tired and I’d rather lay with you while you get some sleep, we can always go out another time.” Yeah he’s in love that’s it ‼️ you make him feel like he’s exactly enough for you as he is and that’s all he wants pls tbis is so long and for what??? Like this could be a Drabble in itself??? Anyways

7. Easy - DaniLeigh: you guys are definitely an exclusive couple but you really show Kenma what it means to just take it slow and relax! After the date night (deep cuts) he knows it’s ok to just relax into your guys love and he doesn’t have to force or rush anything cause it all comes naturally. Secondly , the WAY THIS BOY MAKES YOU FEEL - he just always looks at you with these deep eyes that hold so much love and it makes you feel so exposed every time cause he just loves you so much and it’s so intense l. It makes your face heat up cause he so clearly thinks your perfect. Also, this just gives total late night ride vibes. Kenma would definitely be driving on the freeway and this song comes on and he just places his hand on your thigh while he’s driving and he’s humming along to this song and he can feel you staring at him so he just casts you a quick side glance and goes “hmmm?” And you’re like 👁👄👁 nothing (Kenma is the king of late night car ride music fr)

8. CPR - Summer Walker: ok I don’t even need to explain myself with this one, the song is so self explanatory! You just make each other feel so at home. Point blank ‼️ like Kenma will just think back like 😇 where would I be without this bitch the thought makes him truly sad and he likes to avoid it at all costs

9. Rain - Lucy Park: pls this song is so soft (I hope it fits the vibe ahhh!!) but this is just more of kenma being an absolute softy for you LMAO. He’s not very good at taking care of himself sometimes and you’re always there to be like 😡‼️ NO‼️ and it makes him so soft he can’t help it, it’s not that he does it on purpose cause that’s insane but the fact you know his limits when even he doesn’t sometimes blows his mind and he’s never felt more loved than in those moments (let’s bring up Deep Cuts again 🙄✋🏼 pls this boy just needs someone soft to put him in his place LOL)

10. moonlight - dhruv: ok but when Kenma knows he’s in love with you, he has to tell you. And what better way to tell you than, well, tell you. He’d definitely try to plan it in his head to be perfect like ok what’s her favorite place? Where’d we first meet? Should I tell her there? Should our song be playing in the background? Kenma, your himbo and over thinker tendencies are showing, just tell her already! It’d be early in the morning, and you two are making breakfast together while he’s listening to you ramble on about the recent events of your favorite show and he’s just smiling and nodding, doing his best to recall the other plot points that have happened. And you, distracted with your ranting, go to take a bite of your freshly made breakfast- which is still scalding hot. You IMMEDIATELY start panting and drop your fork, running over to the faucet and shoving your head under it doing your best to soothe your mouth with the cold water. And Kenma feels awful, but this is fucking hilarious. So sure he’s holding your hair back so you can really get that water but he’s dying in the process. Almost keeled over and gripping at his stomach type laughter and you’re swatting at him to no avail and he just can’t help himself, “oh, fuck I love you.” He said it between his gasps of air from laughing and didn’t even realize it. Not until you stood up fully with water still dripping off your chin just looking at him. This idiot immediately started apologizing like omg this isn’t how I wanted to say it ahhhh but you assure him this was perfect, and that you love him too (pls love this man he can’t help but love you too)

11. Easily - Bruno Major: does this count as angst? ok call back to Kenma being an overthinker who overworks himself and probably overlooks his own needs at times, there’s bound to be some tension between you two at times. You’re concerned about his health and he insists he’s fine but you know he’s not, and while I don’t ever see him blowing up on you I could see little arguments about his self-care habits. Sometimes he stays up too late, or he’s stressing himself over something that doesn’t need that much thought! Regardless, he knows you just love him and he does the same thing for you and he just needs to get better at not being so stubborn when it comes to taking care of himself. And he just hopes that you know he loves you and appreciates what you do for him even though it doesn’t seem like it all the time, and that hopefully you won’t give up on him.

12. Streets - Doja Cat: ok I added this one mainly for the vibes but like you can’t tell me Kenma isn’t pined over in university LMAO. Like he’s pretty and polite but also indifferent, mentally ill bitches eat that shit UP; and there’s PLENTY of those in university LMAO. And like you aren’t a toxic possessive person don’t worry but MAN he’s fighting these girls off with a stick at this point LMAO and he just doesn’t get it pls, like he’d definitely be the partner in an assignment who just comes prepared and is kind of quiet to a fault but is so nice and just gets his shit done. Would also offer a pencil if you forgot one and maybe I’m just a whore but that gets me everytime 😌

13. Kiss U Right Now - Duckwrth: ok mainly for the vibes but !!! You and Kenma in the kitchen cooking and this song comes on and he comes up behind you and turns you around and your faces are all close and he keeps singing “I think I wanna kiss u” and smirking but he’s just ghosting his lips over yours instead and moving his head back every time you try to kiss him and giggling before doing it all over again! giggly Kenma supremacy

14. Butterfly - UMI: ok we been talking about how much Kenma would be devoted to you, but like you wouldn’t be the same!!!! Kenma means so much to you and you do your best to show your care and all you wanna do is see him happy as much as he wants the same for you, omg you guys are so in love it’s gross 🤢

15. Pick Up Your Phone - Hojean: what more can I say!!! You guys just love each other and love spending as much time together as you can!! (I like ending these playlists with a really happy mood :) )

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Here it is! Thank you for being so patient and I really hope you like this! I always get nervous posting for my baby’s 🖤 love you cutie!

-🐇out

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vangoghmusings · 4 years

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are you hiding too? part two | shoto todoroki x reader

summery: part two of “are you hiding too?” read part one here: ✿✿✿

college au + nsfw

pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader

word count: >3,000

warnings: cussing, mention of drugs and alcohol, nsfw, oral, intercourse

a/n: oh my goodness, i can’t believe you guys wanted a part two!! and with smut?! lord have mercy, i can’t believe i’m giving y’all permission to be horny on main smh...oh well >:) i had a really great time writing this and if you guys dont like it i might actually cry...hehe enjoy!!

taglist: @mixfi @lilacskyura @brownmoonchild (comment or message me if you would like to be added)

After what seemed like ages of attempting to drag Mina and Ururaka to their shared dorm, you finally managed to put them into bed. You felt drained, the two of them were completely drunken toddlers. Except worse because they reeked of vomit and were far from cute.

You walked took the stairs to your own dorm, sneaking in quietly. Tsu was asleep in her room, and you did your best to not wake her up. Your phone chimed, signaling you had failed.

“Shit shit shit,” You whispered, quickly turning your phone on silent. You made your way into your room, closed the door behind you, and plopped onto your bed. You exhaled deeply, exhausted from your night before looking at who had texted you.

unknown number: hey, y/n its shoto :-)

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks heating up. You recalled the nights events. You had only just truly met Shoto, but the way he kissed you made it seem like you had known him for a lifetime. Before you could reply, you heard your name being shouted from your window. You hurried over to the window and peered your head out. On the sidewalk below stood the very drunk Denki Kaminari and a plastered Eijiro Kirishima.

“Oh y/n, y/n, let down your hair!!” Kirishima sang, his words slurring together.

“Nah man you gotta be like, HEY Y/N FLASH ME YOUR TITS!” Kaminari wailed, flinging his shirt in the air.

You rolled your eyes, “Go to bed boys.”

Their eyes widened seeing you look down at them. Kirishima cleared his throat.

“Shall I compare thee to a summers day-”

“CMON Y/N, LET US UP! WE’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE,” Kaminari sang, thrusting his hips out in the air suggestively.

You laughed and shut the window and closed your curtains. You hopped into the shower, washing off the smell of weed, alcohol, and Mina’s vomit. You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed. You remembered the text from Shoto and eagerly grabbed your phone, replying quickly.

you: hi shoto, did the party die down?

shoto: yes, thank goodness. did you get home safely?

you: yes :) thank u,, hows whiskers?

shoto: he left me for koda :-(

you: oh you poor thing!

shoto: i know what would make me feel better though...

you: hm? whats that

shoto: can we go on that date sooner? like, sunday?

you: sounds perfect :)

It was Friday going into Saturday. You almost wished he’d ask to see you tomorrow, but that must’ve seemed too eager. Another text came in as you looked back to the screen.

shoto: great :-) i’m beat so im gonna go catch some zzz, good night

you: good night shoto

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You barely knew him but everything just felt so normal.

Before you knew it your eyes fluttered shut and you were sound asleep.

✿

You were woken up, quite harshly by Mina and Ururaka screaming in your face. Mina shook your shoulders, your head wobbling around.

“Okay okay!” You groaned, pushing Mina off of you.

“IS IT TRUE?!” She shouted. You rubbed your eyes, irritated from the rude awakening.

“How the hell did you guys even get in here?”

“Tsu let us in,” Ururaka chimed in.

“Sorry!” Tsu yelled from out in the living room, causing you to sigh.

“Stop dodging the question!” MIna said, gripping your shoulders once again. You slapped her hands off.

“What question?” You glared.

“That you made out with THE Shoto Todoroki!”

You blinked.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS MINA YOU WOKE ME UP TO ASK ME THAT?! YOU WERE THERE!”

Ururaka squeaked at your sudden outburst, pulling Mina away.

“Thats what I told her! She couldn’t remember,” She said, Mina pouting.

“Just how drunk were you last night?” You question, Mina turning away in shame.

“Enough to forget that you made out with Shoto,” She grumbled.

You chuckled and got out of your bed stretching.

“Mmm, well, yeah. And we’re going out on Sunday.”

Their jaws dropped.

“SUNDAY?!”

You cringed at their shouting. Ururaka began spilling out a bunch of dating advice while Mina kept begging you to tell her all the details in case you got the opportunity to “give him the ol’ razzle dazzle” as she put it.

“Hey I made waffles! Get them while they’re hot!” Tsu yelled. The three of you looked at each other before running into the the kitchen, sitting down at the table, and proceeding to stuff your faces.

“So, Todoroki huh?” Tsu said, sitting down beside you. You blushed and nodded, cheeks full of waffle.

✿

You anxiously pressed your hands on your skirt. Shoto was supposedly 10 minutes away and you had no clue to where he was taking you. You stared at your self in the mirror. You donned your most confident inducing outfit, a mini skirt and lace trimmed top. You took a deep breath before reaching down to slip your sneakers on. There was a knock on the door and you shot right up. You ran to the door and inhaled deeply as you opened the door.

“Shoto- What are you doing here?”

Standing infront of you was Mina and Ururaka, pure excitement in their eyes.

“We came to see you get ready-”

“We wanted to make sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself,” Mina said cutting the brunette off.

You rolled your eyes and let them inside.

“He’s supposed to be here soon,” You said, the nerves bubbling up once again.

“You’ve got this y/n!” Ururaka cheered, giving you a tight squeeze. Mina made her way to the fridge, shuffling around and grabbing a day old breadstick from a pizza box. You tilted your head at her.

“What are you doing? Those are mine!”

“You can’t possibly think I’m going home when you’re going out with him. I need to be here for when you get back so you can tell me every juicy detail,” Mina scoffed, punctuating the sentence with the last few words.

You huffed and nodded, your eyes widening as a knock was heard at the door.

“OH MY GOD!” Ururaka mouthed, waving her hands in the air frantically.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S HERE HE’S FUCKING HERE,” Mina mouthed, jumping up and down, the breadstick flopping between her teeth.

You opened the door, relieved to see the real Shoto standing there. You smiled up and him, praying he couldn’t see how nervous you were.

“Hey,” You said breathlessly. Shoto looked, stunning. You thought he looked beautiful in the dim yellow lighting of the room at the party, you were proven wrong. He wore slim trousers and a gray button up, open at his collarbones.

Shoto’s eyes seemed to replicate the same thoughts.

“H-hey,” He said, nerves edging his voice. He tried his best to not make it too obvious that his eyes were raking you up and down.

You closed the door, Mina and Ururaka giving you energized thumbs up.

“Sorry about that,” You blushed, walking at his side.”They were excited to see you take me out.”

“I don’t blame them, I’m excited to take you out too,” He smiled sweetly.

You punched his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be so cheesy.”

He chuckled, making his way to his car and opening the passenger door for you. You stepped inside, looking around. You inhaled, his car smelled just like him.

He sat down in the drivers seat and buckled himself in, you doing the same.

“So, you never told me where you’re taking me.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “I know.”

“I hope this isn’t a plot to murder me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” He laughed, turning on the ignition and beginning to drive.

You arrived at what you believed to be an art museum. He hopped out of the car and ran to open the door for you. You beamed up at him as he took your hand, walking inside.

“Reservation for Todoroki,” Shoto stated to the security guard. The guard nodded, opening the door and letting the two of you inside of the massive, and empty museum.

“Dean’s son huh?” You looked up at him, swinging your laced hands in between you.

“Its got its perks,” He chuckled. “Like renting out the art museum for just the two of us.”

You blushed and you walked around the corner to see a series of paintings. The two of you walked and talked and gushed over the art for what felt like hours.

You came to a stop in front of a painting. The image portrayed a gorgeous Japanese woman in a traditional kimono. You bent down to look at the title of the painting. Courtesan: after Eisen, Vincent van Gogh. You hummed and stood back up.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she is.”

You turned to see Shoto looking at you, tenderness and endearment in his eyes. You blushed deeply.

“I thought I told you to quit it with the cheesy-ness.”

Shoto cupped your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “Sorry.”

You drapped your arms over his shoulders, closing the gap and kissing him deeply. He set his hands on your hips, his lips moving with a loving softness that made you melt. He pulled you closer the kiss gaining momentum and getting rougher. He pulled away, slowly, teasing you by biting on your bottom lip. The two of your stared at each other, pink cheeks and eyes filled with lust. Shoto quickly grabbed your hand and began walking.

“This way.”

You followed behind him like a love struck puppy. You found yourself int he photography section of the museum. The space was illuminated by a red light, the photographs lining the walls. There were several benches in the middle of the space.

You looked up at Shoto, the red light highlighting how hungrily he looked down at you. He sat down on one of the benches, you following his lead.

Before you could say a word, his lips latched onto your neck, soft whimpers of shock leaving your mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently when he bit down on your collar bone.

“S-Shoto,” You huffed. You could sense yourself getting extremely wet, and the sudden idea of jumping him right in the museum wouldn’t leave your mind. He seemed to get the message, placing his on your inner thigh. He snaked his hand further up, his eyes widening feeling your soaked panties.

“I-I,” You stammered, afraid of what he would say. He said nothing actually and instead dropped to his knees in front of you. You blushed profusely, as he took the zipper of your skirt in his fingertips.

“Is this okay?” He looked up at you, waiting for your consent.

Is this okay? Oh god yes.

You nodded, too excited to see what he would do next to let the words come out of your mouth.

He proceeded to unzip your skirt, your thighs exposing themselves to him.

“You know,” He says softly, his nimble fingers, gently removing your soaked panties. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in philosophy freshman year.”

Before you could reply to his confession, he burred his head between your thighs, darting his tongue inside of your heat. You gasped, your spine shuddering at the sudden penetration. You gripped the bench tightly, Shoto humming happily against you. His tongue swirled inside you, his nose tickling your clit that was so needy for more. You reached your hand down, and proceeded to rub your sore clit. You whimpered and bucked your hips, Shoto pulling away. His eyes widened at the sight, causing the erection in his trousers to cause further friction against the fabric. He stood up, and unzipped his pants, pushed down his boxers, allowing his strong erection to stand at attention. You eyed his length hungrily. Not only was he big, but he was long.

You opened your mouth, a fake innocence glazing your eyes. Shoto blushed as you took his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck.

“F-fuck,” He groaned, griping your hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through your locks, brushing the baby hairs that were pressed against your forehead with sweat out of the way. And all this time you were still touching yourself.

“God, you look so pretty when you touch yourself y/n,” Shoto spoke softly, his mind beginning to blank from how good you were sucking him. You shuddered and whimpered, your fingers quickening their pace. You were reaching your climax and Shota had noticed.

“No,” He said sternly, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away from your aching heat.

Your face was filled with defeat and embarrassment.

“S-Shota please, I just want to cum,” you whimpered.

“You’ll cum y/n, but when I say so.”

He sat down on the bench, gripping your hips and turning you so you would face him. The lust in Shoto’s eyes seemed to have crept to the rest of his features. He held his length in front of your core, it was dripping in your saliva. He picked you up and placed you above his lap, your entrence hovering over his cock. Part of you was afraid you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. The other part of you really wanted to try.

“Ride me,” he commanded. You nodded without hesitation and kined yourself up with his lenght, slowly lowering yourself unto him. You shut your eyes tight as he entered your tight hole.

“Shit,” you whimpered, but you were on a mission to fit all of him inside you. Shoto groaned, his cock twitching inside your tight walls. Once you managed to take in his whole shaft, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking huge,” You exhaled. You places your hands on his chest and kissed him hungrily, but not making any attempt to bounce or grind against him. You were cockwarming him, and Shoto adored you for it. But not for long.

“Fuck it y/n, I wan’t you to ride me already.” You giggled at his needy request and began to bounce yourself on him. Moans passed your lips effortlessly. Shoto was in a position that directly targeted your g-spot, and with every thrust upwards from his hips, you felt like you were on cloud-9.

Shoto watched you, completely enamored. You somehow managed to make riding him look so elegant. You glowed under the red lighting, and he was dying to see how your face would look under it during your orgasm. In one swift movement, he laid you on his back, your legs laying against his chest. You gasped in surprise. Shoto had gotten impatient and was dying to please you.

He gripped your legs firmly and began began thrusting-no-pounding into you. He huffed with every forceful thrust, grunting at the tightness of your walls. Your moans and wails were music to his ears. Your knuckles were white from gripping onto the bench.

“I-I’m close Shoto,” you moaned, the words shaking as they came out.

Shoto nodded and proceeded to roll his hips, hitting further inside of you. You groaned, your eyes rolling back, and seeing your face like that caused him to moan too. You arched your back, reaching your climax and Shoto continued to pound his entire length inside of you. You cried out in pleasure and cummed heavily all over his length. Shoto’s suspisions were correct, you looked glorious during an orgasm. So glorious infact, the sight caused him to cum himself. He groaned in a raspy tone, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Shoto slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride out your highs. He pulled out, the mixture of your cum flowing onto your thigh and the bench. He swiftly grabbed your damp panties and slid them on you.

“You’re just going to have to keep that inside of you until we get home,” He said with a smirk. You blushed and pecked his lips. He helped you up and off of the bench, and the two of you proceeded to get dressed.

“Hey!” The two of you whipped your heads around to see the security guard.

“Is this where the two of you have been hiding? Your session is up.”

Shoto bowed infront of the guard.

“I am so sorry sir, here,” he pulled out his wallet, and handed the guard what appeared to be two $100. “We didn’t mean to take so long. Thank you and have a good night.”

You squeaked out a little thank you to the guard, before Shoto and you were running back to the parking lot, laughed and grinning at their adventure. Once again, Shoto opened the passenger door for you and proceeded to get in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay with staying at my apartment tonight?”

You blushed and nodded.

“A sleepover with the dean’s son? How could I say no.”

He chuckled and drove away from the museum as you pulled out your phone. Three texts from Mina.

mina: how’s it going?? ;))

mina: its getting late wya

mina: oh my god are u dead

You rolled your eyes and replied.

you: i’m fine, staying at shoto’s house tonight <3

Not even a second later, Mina answered.

mina: OMG YOU SLY BITCH GET IT GIRL

You giggled and put your phone away. Shoto set his palm down in front of you. You took his hand and your fingers laced together. He smiled, focused on the road and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

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rafecameron · 4 years

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dancing on my own

request: Angst with no happy ending? How abt *insert actor/character* getting married and their ex (the reader) kinda 'forcing herself' to go to the wedding bc she really wants to see their mutual friends again but like doesn't wanna see the wedding. And reader just watching the love of their live get married and be happy with someone else and their heart silently being ripped apart? Too cruel?

pairing: ex!luke patterson x reader

word count: 2.1K

warnings: heartbreak, no happy ending

a/n: here you go cruel anon. turns out im not that great at heartbreak but hopefully this makes your heart crack a little bit. (also idk if people read authors notes but my requests are currently closed!)

Y/N thought back on all the times she could have turned around. When she was getting into her car. When she reached the airport. When she queued to board the plane. When she checked into her hotel. When she began to get ready. Now she was facing the very last time she could turn around. Stood outside the venue, all dressed up with no one to walk her inside. But just like the times before, she didn’t turn around, she pushed on. Her heart breaking a little more with each step, she knew that surely by the end of the night there would be nothing left but crumbs. She had promised herself two things before this trip. Number one; she would not speak to him. Number two; she would not cry. She wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to keep either of the promises to herself, but repeating them in her head made her feel that little bit calmer.

She situated herself beside a table lined with drinks, helping herself to a flute of champagne. She was anxious for the doors to be opened so she could find a seat, somewhere in a corner at the back would suit her just fine. Out of sight of anyone who would surely recognise her, she had no intentions of engaging in conversation until the reception. But seeing as what was happening today she should have known it would be her unlucky day.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” a voice speaks beside her and she turns, landing eyes on someone she had not seen for far too long. His suit was tailored perfectly to his body, his long hair tied in a bun at the back of his head. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.” He pulls her into a hug.

“I wasn’t sure I would either,” she admits as she pulls away, “I wasn’t going to, but I wanted to see everyone...most people.”

Willie laughs softly, “I’m glad you’re here, sit beside me?” He asks, motioning with his head towards the doors that were being pulled open.

“Oh, I was just gonna sit in the back,” she stumbles over her words as Willie takes ahold of her hand, “Aren’t you going to sit with Alex?”

“He’s preoccupied.” Willie states simply, ignoring her protests as he pulls her towards the front of the room to take a seat in the front row.

She sighs as she sits down beside him. The sick feeling in her stomach growing as the room slowly became more and more full, people lining up on the benches and getting ready to watch the ceremony.

Willie reaches down and takes ahold of her hand again, giving it a light squeeze and offering a comforting smile, “You don’t have to stay.” He whispers.

“I do.” She nods, “I want to see everyone, I won’t stay all day but I need to at least say hello now I’m here.”

Willie nods his head, squeezing her hand one last time and patting her knees before turning back to face forward, the ceremony would be starting any minute and she found that her eyes were glued to the pattern on the floor.

For the entirety of the ceremony she didn’t look up. She didn’t want to risk meeting his eyes, didn’t want to see her friends sympathetic looks and definitely didn’t want to see the bride looking beautiful in her white dress. She tried her best not to listen, she couldn’t stomach hearing the vows and knew if she heard the words I do in his voice she’d cry. So she thought about anything else but what was happening in front of her.

She finally looked up when the couple was safely past her line of sight, eyes instantly meeting that of an old blonde friend. He gave her a wave, she was sure the smile was supposed to make her feel better but she just felt more pathetic. Why was she even here? She’s sure the invite was out of politeness and not an actual invitation to come. And if her friends were going to be tiptoeing around her and treating her like a porcelain doll she wasn’t sure she could cope. The nicer people were to her about this the more likely it was she would break down.

She didn’t want to think about it, about him, sure she was at his wedding but that didn’t mean this day had to be about him. She wanted to have a catch up with her friends, avoid her ex the whole night and then go back home, cry with a bottle of wine and forget this whole thing ever happened.

“I’m glad you came.” Alex says as he reaches her, pulling her into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” She responds truthfully, “Can we go to the reception? I think I need a drink already.”

Alex laughs, taking Willies hand in his own and leading the way towards the after party. The amount of people that were there she was sure she would be able to avoid the groom for the night. She found herself situated on a table with her friends, helping herself to a glass of wine and making sure the bottle was kept close to her.

No matter how excited she was to see her friends she found that now she was here she was finding it hard to hold a conversation. The group around her were still familiar with each other, still seeing each other and having things to talk about, she felt a little like a spare part. But still she smiled along and listened to their conversation. Something about a recent party they had attended where Reggie had drank a little too much, she laughed along with them unsure of what else to do. The more they spoke and tried to involve her in the conversation the more she realised she didn’t really know the people around her anymore. Sure she had good memories with them and she would always consider them her friends, but she didn’t really know them.

The best thing about weddings it that you can be invisible if you wanted to be. The bride and groom were always busy, everyone wanting to talk to them and congratulate them, and the drunker the guests got the easier it was to slip away from conversations and merely watch the scenes unfold. Which is exactly what she did. She watched her friends get drunk and progressively louder, not noticing anymore if she wasn’t joining in their conversation. If the night continued this way she was certain she would make it out in one piece.

She thought she was doing a pretty good job of avoiding the one person she feared seeing the most. But halfway through the night a hand landed on her shoulder and a familiar scent filled her nose. She felt her skin ignite where his fingers touched and she begged the butterflies in her stomach to go away, to fly away and disappear forever.

Turning in her seat she finally meets his eyes for the first time that night, forcing a smile onto her face as she stands up and allows him to pull her into a hug. Her heart hammers in her chest and she uses every ounce of will power within her to not shed any tears, she felt the epitome of pathetic. Wanting to cry at a wedding like she was in a bad romcom movie. Only if this were a movie she’d get the guy, or a second guy would come sweep her off her feet and make her forget the first one was ever there. She didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

“Thanks for coming.” Luke smiles, “You look great, that colour really suits you.”

She returns his smile with a tight lipped one of her own, “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” She attempts a light hearted laugh.

She looked away, she couldn’t stand looking into his eyes any longer, his gaze intense and stirring way too many different emotions inside of her. She wanted him to be horrible to her, to tell her to leave and never come back, not to tell her she looks great. How was she ever supposed to get over him when he was nothing but nice to her all the time. She wished he had done something at the end to allow her to hate him. Cheat on her maybe, or tell her he never loved her, then maybe she’d stand a tiny chance of getting over him and moving on with her life. Instead he was selfish and kept her at arms length because he knew he always could and that should have been enough for her to stay away, but she just couldn’t.

“Congratulations,” she looks back at him, eyes settling just above his to avoid his gaze, “You seem really happy, I wish you all the best.”

“Thanks,” he smiles and it’s genuine, something which breaks her heart a little more.

Of course she wants him to be happy, but a bigger part of her wants him to be happy with her and not anyone else. She knows that’s selfish, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to wish it into existence no matter how futile she knows it is.

“Have you met Jess?” He asks, placing a hand on her shoulder as though about to lead her somewhere.

“Oh, no I haven’t but she looks busy,” she quickly shrugs his hand off, the bride she could see from the corner of her eye, laughing at something another guest had said, “I’ll introduce myself later.” She lies.

The only thing she could think that would be worse than this wedding was having to actually meet the bride. To meet her replacement, the better version. The one who had stolen his heart and been worth enough to keep it forever. She forces a smile and excuses herself to the bathroom.

As she reaches the bathroom she can feel her eyes stinging, shutting herself in a cubicle she fans her face, determined not to let a single tear fall. She had made a promise to herself and the least she could do was keep it. She leant her head back against the door, letting out a shaky breath to compose herself.

Once she was sure she wouldn’t cry she exited the bathroom again, thankful to see that he was no longer at the table she had just ran from. She took her seat and no one asked where she had been or if she was okay, she was glad for that at least.

As the night wore on she thought she was doing okay, one little hiccup but no tears since, she’d even found herself genuinely laughing at a couple points. He’d spoken to her and she hadn’t thrown up on his shoes, he had no reason to try and speak to her again.

But then it was time for the first dance and she felt her chest tightening. Her calm composure being over taken by a sinking feeling of dread. She watched for a minute, watched him hold her close and smile. Watched him lean in to kiss her gently before spinning her under his arm and pulling her back in. She wished more than anything that it was her in his arms, her who he still looked at like the world shone behind her eyes. But it would never be her again, and his bride she was sure was far more beautiful than she could ever hope to be.

She watched as more dancers joined the floor, her friends among them. She tried to smile, but the sight was too much for her. Her friends laughing and dancing with their loved ones while she sat on the side lines and watched feeling like a stranger. The slow music a melancholy soundtrack to her emotions, reminding her of something she could never have.

She stands from the table, dragging her eyes over each person she knew, lingering on Luke for a moment longer before she turned and walked out of the room. She knew that this would be the last time she ever saw him, because she knew seeing him happy with someone else would be a slow form of torture. So she walked away, from him, from her friends forever, leaving whatever little pieces were left of her heart behind. By the time she exited the building she felt nothing more than a hollow shell and she finally let the tears fall.

tags: @lovesanimals @makebank @chrlsgillespie @crybabyddl @marinettepotterandplagg @caitsymichelle13 @kcd15 @kinda-really-lost @alexpjoyner @meangirlsx

#luke patterson x reader #luke patterson fic #luke patterson imagine #jatp fic #my writing

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fallingappleshurt · 4 years

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im in the mood for angst, so for your dff au, could you please writing a one shot or smth along those lines of techno coming home from a particularly tough duel and everybody else’s reactions? ty!!! <33

YES HELLO I WRITE

Yes Hello I’m a writer and I forgot about asks but here we go!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s really bad but here it is!

This is very poorly edited I’m so sorry lol, this takes place in my dff AU! It’s spunky

And it’s been awhile since I’ve written for this AU so things are a little weird, kind of missed the angst but I got ideas don’t worry

TW: violence, fighting, description of injury but nothing too graphic I think

Dicey Nights

Sword in hand, solid stance, deep breath. He could do this.

Techno tapped his foot anxious against the cement floor, waiting for his opponent to climb over the ropes and enter the arena. The air was thick and hot from the muggy night’s humidity and the crowds incessantly loud cheering. The arena was dimly lit around the stans, all light coming from a giant overhead, casting grimmy light over the blood splatters that stained the rough concrete.

His opponent entered the ring, eyes flashing in the light, lips quirked up in a barely perceptible grin. Techno’s anxiety shot from his stomach to his heart, this man was like a tank, tall with bulky limbs and long flat sword.

Techno pushed his worries away, he had taken on opponents bigger then himself before, just not that big, but they needed the money, he had to win this.

They both walked to the middle of the platform, shook hands, the other man gripping too tightly to be friendly, then they turned and walked back to their starting places.

The buzzer sounded and the man shot forwards, sword swinging in an arch, Techno’s sword clashed with his, metal screeching pierced the air as the man tried to overpower Techno, putting his weight on the sword.

Techno kicked him in the knee, the man sputtered and slipped, allowing Techno to dodge to the side then ram into the man, sending him to the ground. He moved to slash his sword at the man’s neck and fake out the audience then the duel finished, quick and easy if the man stayed down for the three count.

Suddenly the man lashed out and landed a kick square into Techno chest, sending him reeling. Techno scrambled to his feet, stifling a groan. His ribs protesting vehemently, sending shockwaves of fire through his chest, he watched as the other man rolled back onto his feet.

The man, Techno heard the crowd cheering ‘Go Thrasher!’, ran at him again, opting to not overpower him but overwhelm him, he swung wildly, he obviously never had any training.

Techno took the defensive, slash, stab, dodge, block, kick back, and repete, analyzing Thrasher’s fighting style, his patterns and goto movements. Once he memorized the motions he switched to offense, changing his own patterns as well, quick slashes and jabs, forcing Thrasher back, Techno would kick at the man’s legs then go back to swinging.

In a ditch effort Thrasher whipped his sword around only for Techno to kick it out of his hands, sending it flying. Techno slammed into the man once again, taking advantage of his distraction, and knocked him to the ground.

He pointed his sword at the man’s neck, looking down the blade at Thrasher, the crowd around him screaming, “Go Blade go!” He tried to keep his face emotionless, waiting for the announcer to call it off.

Thrasher wasn’t giving up, he kicked at Techno again, who half dodged half stumbled away. Thrasher moved faster then Techno had even seen, Techno lashed out, slicing his arm but it didn’t faze Thrasher. Rage blazing in his eyes he jumped on Techno and knocked him to the ground, half pinning him, a knee on one of Techno’s arms, knocking his sword away.

Thrasher punched him across the face, Techno’s head jerked to the side, pain flaring in his face, nausea rising in his gut as the man reared back and hit him again and again.

Techno weakly grabbed for his sword but came up short, his vision was blurring, hot blood dripped down his face, matting his hair. In a last ditch effort, he threw a punch, aiming for Thrasher's throat, he hit his target dead on and hard.

Thrasher gasped and faltered, his grip loosen and Techno took his chance. He yanked himself away and sent another kick to the man's chest, scrambling towards his sword.

He didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t win this, the adrenaline would wear off soon and he’d lose, he wouldn’t be able to fight after this, he’d have to go home empty handed. That thought alone made him feel even more sick.

Thrasher rose to his feet, breathing heavily, Techno got into a weak stance, prepared to go down fighting. You weren’t allowed to kill in the duels but Techno was scared Thrasher would chuck those rules out the window. Thrasher’s fists were clenched, cracked and bloody at his sides, fire in his eyes, he let out a roar. Techno’s grip on his sword tightened and he prepared to swing-

The buzzer sounded.

The fight lasted 10 minutes, the announcer called it a draw. The audience booed and complained as Techno went to shake hands with Thrasher.

Thrasher looked at Techno’s hand in disgust before slapping it away, “You fight dirty, freak.” He growled, Techno scowled but bit his tongue and flipped Thrasher off and stalked off as dignified as he could with the room spinning like a toy top.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the sidelines and chugged it when one of the organizers threw a small pouch at him.

“You’re off your game,” The women commented lazily, not looking up from her clipboard, “I expected better.”

“Then you hop on in there,” Techno grumbled, not making eye contact as he pocketed the pouch, he sheathed his sword.

“I’d rather die,” She said, eyes flickering up from the page, “Just like you almost did.”

Techno snorted, “Please,” He said, shouldering his bag and walking towards the bathrooms, “I neva die.”

He somehow managed to get to the bathroom without collapsing, he pushed open the door and stumbled over to the sinks. He gripped the edge tightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, he looked up at the mirror and realized he was fucked.

There was a gross cut on his hairline, trickling blood down his face, the right side of his face was covered in blooming bruises, blood from his nose smeared down his chin, he looked like a mess.

He felt like a mess.

Techno grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the faucet then scrubbed it against down his chin and along his hairline, ignoring the sting. He dried his face off then filled up his water bottle, dreading the fact that he couldn’t hide this from his family. He hoped to get home before Wilbur or Tommy woke up, he knew he couldn’t avoid Phil, he got up extra early to be able to commute to work.

Techno started home, not bothering to stay for any other duels, he wouldn’t be able to win, not in the state he was in anyways. He squeezed past the security guards and tried not to fall while walking, the trip home only should have been around forty minutes but between his slow pace and stopping to take breaks so he wouldn’t pass out it took him over 2 hours to get back.

The rusty metal stair squeaked as Techno climbed them, they groaned as he put his weight on the railing, god he wanted to lay down.

He unlocked the door, trying to push it open as quietly as possible, of course the door made that impossible as it creaked loudly.

The door cast a shadow on the soft light coming from the kitchen, Techno could hear dishes clicking quietly.

“Hey Tech,” Phil said, as Techno locked the door again, “You’re back later then usual-” He stopped, staring at Techno’s face, Techno immediately put his hands up, “Now I know what you’re thinking but let me just say; it’s not that bad.”

“Sit,” Phil said, setting his coffee cup down, Techno rolled his eyes, but sat down anyways. “Yeah I saw that coming,”

“Please tell me the other guys looks worse,” Phil prodded at the bruises on Techno’s face, Techno shrugged.

“Please tell me you didn’t get your face fucked up for nothing,”

“I hope? I mean I got a few good hits in, oh that reminds me,” Techno leaned over, rummaging through his bag for money pouch,

He immediately regretted it because it made the room spin again. He grumbled but found the pouch and tossed it on the table.

”It’s not a lot but it’s something,” Techno trailed off, he could have stayed longer, fought harder, been more useful but a few bruises sent him running back home. “I can go back tomorrow, get us more-”

“What? You’re not going back, you look like shit!” Phil said incredulously, checking the cut along his hairline,

“But we need the money,”

“We’ll get by,” Phil’s eyes narrowed, mouth in a tight line.

“That’s a lie-”

“No it’s not,”

“Phil I’m not stupid we need more and I can go back, tonight was just an off, when I go back I can get us more-”

“You’re not going back!” Phil said firmly, “You’ll get hurt again-”

“It’ll be worth it-”

“No! It’s not! Nothing is worth you getting this hurt!” Phil snapped, he took a breath, shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry it’s- it’s just not worth it, you need to be okay too, you deserve to be okay.”

Techno sat there, not sure what to say. Phil looked at the clock and swore under his breath, “Shit, I’m gonna be late,” He grabbed his coat, “I’ll see you later, take it easy, alright?” Techno nodded as Phil walked out the door.

He sits there for a minute, not sure what to do, he wants to sleep for 45 hours but he is also hungry. He opted to grab a banana when he hears Wilbur yell from the other room;

“Tommy brush your hair!” The bedroom door opened, “No! It looks fine!” He didn’t notice Techno as he walked into the bathroom, Wilbur followed him out a moment later.

“Hey Wil,”

“Hey Tech, you're up earlier and oh my god are you okay?” He trailed off to the next point, gesturing gingerly at Techno’s face.

“Yes, I’m fine, I promise,” Techno said again, putting his hands up and rolling his eyes. Wilbur nodded, they stood there for a moment before Wilbur asked;

“Did Phil flip out?”

“Oh yeah definitely,”

“Well, at least something’s normal,” Techno snorted.

“Hey Wilbur, we’re low on toothpaste again-” Tommy said, coming out of the bathroom, he looked at Techno and trailed off.

“Uh, Techno, You’ve got a little something,” Tommy gestured to his own face, hand hovering over the whole right side, “on your face, like everywhere.”

Techno snorted and smiled softly, “Thanks for telling me nerd,”

“What happened?”

“Not important,” Techno said, grabbing an orange from their fruit bowl, tossing it at Tommy, who caught it with ease, “What is important is that you’re gonna be late for school, now get going.” He hadn’t told Tommy about the arena fights, he didn’t know how Tommy would react and he didn’t want to encourage it or risk it.

“No I’m not, you’re just avoiding the question!” Tommy protested, jamming his finger into the skin of the orange.

“You sure about that?” Techno nodded to the clock on the wall, 7:06.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” Tommy said, Wilbur slapped the back of his head, “Language,”

“What come on! You say it all the time!”

“Yeah cause I’m older then you, now grab your shit,”

“Now you're just rubbing it in!” Tommy said, grabbing his backpack off the hook by the door.

“You’re right, now let’s go, I’ll walk to you,” Wilbur stopped in the doorway, Techno could hear the creaks of the stairs as Tommy jumped down. Wilbur looked at Techno, eyes soft.

“Go to sleep Tech, you look like you need it,”

“Well I was going to but now that you said that, I think I’ll stay up,” He teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“If you aren’t asleep by the time I get back I will crush you,”

“I’d like to see you try,” Techno shot back as Wilbur closed the door, locking it.

The banana forgotten and set back on the counter, Techno slipped his shoes and laid down, hoping the others wouldn’t worry too much, he fell asleep almost immediately.

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poge-life · 4 years

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The Cut } Finn Shelby chap. 2

introduction prologe chapter 1

"Wait, what?" Willow laughed as Penelope smiled, "He just had this confidence come off him and did you see the way he talked and acted? Fuckin' hell."

"God lord!" Willow laughed, nudging her best friend who had gone red in the face, "never would I have thought Finn Shelby would be the one to leave you speechless."

The two made their way through the stables and out to the clearing where the men would be racing. James had also stripped down to just his suspenders and undershirt, causing Penelope to raise her eyebrows, "You're racing too?"

James nodded as Camden saddled up his horse for him, "I'm not a Shelby nor one of the fucking calvary. Figured I could show them how we do it in Birmingham."

"Well, you'll also be going against Finn, so best of luck." Penelope patted her brother on the back before making her way over to John, "Right, all you lot make as much noise and fuss as you can, especially you."

John moved to kick Johnny Dogs in the ass as he cheered, "So we're a fucking distraction now, John. Is it?"

The two girls just shared a laugh as they followed after the men. The girls walked over to Finn and Willow walked over to her brother. Penelope stood on the tips of her shoes to whisper in Finn's ear, "If you win, I'll make your reward worth it."

With a peck to his cheek, she turned to face her brother and her best friend; James staring at her as Willow smirked. Penelope just smiled at them before motioning for Willow to follow her.

"Right, place your best with me!" Johnny dogs had been assured by John that all the money would go towards the Shelby Charitable Foundation.

"Johnny!" Penelope called, getting the older man's attention, "100 pounds on Finn and 50 on my brother."

The crowd had gone quiet at the blonde's words and Finn, James, and Willow all shared a smirk as they knew one of the two would definitely be winning as Johnny looked at her in amazement.

"Are you sure?" he asked, walking towards the girls, "Ms. Longfield, that's a large amount."

"Oh I have no doubt Finn will win. I'll still donate the 50 if James doesn't win."

Penelope pulled out the money from her little clutch and handed the amount to Johnny, who took it with a gleam in his eye, "Will do, Ms. Longfield."

Willow looked over at her best friend, who had a small smile on her face, "Your dad's gonna kill you."

"Not when he knows where the money is going."

They followed the group of men out to the clearing and Penelope pulled Finn's coat tighter around her as Willow linked their arms together. John moved to stand next to the blonde as he whispered, "Don't worry. Johnny drugged up Finn's horse with morphine and water."

Penelope just smirked at his words as the three boys lined up the horses. She had no doubt Finn would win the race. Now that she knew his horse was drugged up? He would most definitely win. James on the other hand? She knew he would beat himself up if he won by cheating so she knew he wouldn't use a drugged up horse.

"Stay with Willow or your brother. Arthur and I have business to take care of." John told her as Penelope nodded her head, mumbling a 'be careful' as he walked away.

"What'd you say to Finn?" Willow asked, turning to Penelope with a teasing smile. Penelope returned the smile with a gleam in her eye, "Just that if he wins, I'll make the reward worth it."

No, Penelope and Finn hadn't slept together yet but that didn't stop them from doing other things. The first time they had ever done anything was on her birthday last year when Finn had gone down on her in the snug of the Garrison after everyone had left. He claimed that it was part of her present but she knew better, considering his hand had been trailing up her dress all night.

Ever since that night, they couldn't get enough of each other.

"You guys seriously haven't fucked yet?" Willow asked in disbelief, having walked in on them doing other things multiple times. Penelope just nodded her head, "Him and I talked and he wants it to be special."

Willow let out an 'awe' at the words and grabbed her hand, "Finn really is a sweetheart, huh?"

"Considering he's terrified of my dad and brothers? But besides that, he's a proper gentleman. Never pushes me to do anything I don't want to and respects my boundaries."

Willow noticed that anytime Penelope talked about Finn, she always got this gleam in her eye and she always had a big smile on her face. Same thing was said about Finn.

"You really love him, don't you?" Willow asked in a quiet voice. Penelope looked over at Finn as he was talking to James, "Yeah. Yeah I really do."

Arthur and John made their way over to the girls and they nodded at the blonde, letting her know everything was okay. Despite not being part of Shelby Company Ltd, Penelope always worried about the boys. They were practically her older brothers and if her father knew what was going on and wanted her nowhere near the house, she couldn't help but worry.

Johnny Dogs had signaled for the boys to get ready and Penelope stood up straighter as they took off.

The four moved closer to the crowd as Camden and Isaiah joined them. Isaiah wrapped his arms around his sisters and Penelope's shoulders, "Heard you bet 100 pounds on your boy, Penny."

"Mm, there's no doubt in my mind that Finn will win." Penelope smirked, taking his cigarette out from between his fingers, taking a hit before handing it back to him.

"This is no place for a lady to be. Nor placing bets." A voice called, causing the group to turn and face the man.

Of course he was part of the fucking calvary.

"Beg your pardon?" Penelope scoffed as Camden moved to stand behind his sister, Arthur and John following as Isaiah stood slightly in front of her, ready to step in if need be.

"This is no place for a lady. And no lady has any business placing bets." He repeated stepping towards them.

Penelope let out a dark chuckle, moving around Isaiah to stand directly in front of the man, "You clearly have no idea who the fuck I am. David Longfield is my father. And I happen to be with a Shelby. You're in my town, with my family. I have every right to be here, same as you. Especially when the Shelby I'm with is the one racing against your men."

The man was speechless at the blonde. He quickly finished his drink before turning and walking away from her. Penelope turned back around to face her brother and friends, "what?"

Camden, John, and Arthur let out loud laughs at her antics as Isaiah and Willow looked at her in amazement, "Holy shit, Penny"

"Oh, she's a Longfield alright." Camden cheered, wrapping his arm around his sister, placing a kiss on the top of her head as she beamed up at him.

The cheering from the crowd got louder and they turned to see Finn cross through first, James just a second after,

The group let out loud cheers as they made their way over to the two; John, Arthur, and Camden walking over to Tommy.

Penelope picked up her pace as she got closer to Finn and her brother, "Finn!"

The red head turned just in time to catch the blonde as she flung herself at him. He spun her around and pressed his lips to hers as he let her down.

"Alright," James called, causing the two to pull apart and look over at him, "Don't need to see you two snogging all the time."

"You're the one who never knocks." Penelope shot back.

It's true. James and Camden have walked in on the two snogging more times than they would like. Lord knows Finn wouldn't be breathing if they caught them doing anything else.

"Hundred pounds, yeah?" Finn asked as they walked the horse back to the stables, causing Penelope to smile at up at the boy, "You're an excellent ride. I knew you were gonna win."

Finn handed the reins over to Charlie as Penelope handed him his clothes back. Including his coat that she didn't want to give up. It smelled of cigarettes, whiskey, and his cologne, which she absolutely loved. He pressed his lips on her forehead as his brothers called him over to them.

"C'mon," Willow spoke, pulling Penelope with her as they made their way back to the house, "I need to find Michael. I wanna talk to him."

The two made small talk on their way back to the house, stopping so Willow could pull off her shoes, mumbling about how she was gonna burn them when she returned to her house. They walked into the ballroom where they last saw Michael and Penelope saw her parents and dragged Willow with her, "Have either of you seen Michael?"

"Saw 'im in the hallway by Tom's office." Audrey told her. Willow nodded her head at the older women before giving Penelope's hand a squeeze before making her way to the hallway.

"Everything alright?" David asked, putting his arm around Penelope. She shook her head and leaned against her father's side, "Willow told Michael she loved him and he didn't say it back. They argued and haven't talked since."

Audrey had a sympathetic look on her face and David placed a kiss on his daughter's head, "Everything will be okay."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the bride and groom will now dance alone."

Everyone let out cheers as Grace made her way to Tommy, who was waiting for her with his hand held out.

Penelope smiled at the two, loving how happy they were. Despite everything Grace did to the Shelby family a few years ago, Tommy had forgiven Grace for what happened. Of course Polly hadn't. John and Arthur weren't happy at first but once Grace reassured them she wanted nothing to do with the business and wouldn't even think about hurting Tommy again, they were happy for their brother. Finn didn't really have an opinion on it since he doesn't really remember much about when Grace was around. Ada was happy for her brother, knowing better than anyone being with someone that their family didn't like.

Penelope felt a hand on her back and turned to see Finn. She moved from her fathers embrace to Finn's, "Everything alright?"

"Mhm." Finn answered, placing a kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck, just wanting a moment's peace before something else happened. People were slowly making their way out on the dance floor and Finn whispered to her, "Would you care to dance?"

She moved to look up at him as she smiled and nodded her head. Finn pulled out her on the floor as he placed one hand on her waist and the other holding hers as she placed her hand on the back of his neck. Penelope looked over to see her parents and smiled at the sight of her father looking at Audrey like he was her everything.

"You really look beautiful." Finn told her and Audrey smiled up at him. She ran her nails lightly over the back of his head, "you make me so fucking happy, Finn Shelby."

"And you make me really fucking happy, Penelope Longfield." Finn leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. It was a short but sweet kiss but those were Penelope's favorite.

Finn pulled away as Isaiah tapped him on the shoulder, Arthur behind him, "C'mon."

Finn placed a kiss on her forehead before following after his best friend and brother.

Penelope smiled as Johnny Dogs appeared in front of her, "May I have this dance, Ms Longfield?"

"Of course you may."

Penelope let out a loud laugh as Johnny spun her around, "And where did you learn to dance?"

Johnny sent her a cheeky smile, "Us gypsies do have a lot of weddings, Penny. We pick up a thing or two after a while."

"Oh, I love a good Lee wedding." She laughed as Johnny spun her around again, ignoring the looks they were getting from Grace's relatives.

Johnny Dogs was a good friend of her fathers and she absolutely loved the man. He would tell her stories of the traveling gypsies and everything they did and she had been fascinated by them since. Bonus for her since her boyfriend happened to be part gypsy.

They danced together for a few more minutes as David and Audrey walked over to them, "Mind if I cut in?"

" 'course not David! As long as you don't mind me dancing with Audrey?" Johnny asked as David nodded his head. Johnny spun Audrey away with a loud laugh and David and Penelope shared a smile at their antics.

"Whatever 'appens tonight, you stay in the house or you stay with Finn and your brothers." David mumbled as Penelope nodded, "I'm assuming it's safe since they've let Finn and Isaiah get involved."

Most of the time, Finn and Isaiah were used to keep watch or act like guards for Penelope and Willow when they were working the men in David's casino's. But it had to have been a safe thing tonight with Finn and Isaiah allowed to be involved.

"James and Camden are with them. They won't let anything 'appen to them." David reassured her

It's true. James and Camden knew how much Finn and Isaiah meant to their sister so anytime they were allowed to be included, they made sure the two younger boys were out of the line of fire.

"He make you happy? Finn." David asked after a moment. Penelope looked up at her father with a smile and nodded, "I've never been this happy before. I love him, Dad."

David, Audrey, and Polly knew they would end up together. As kids, they were attached to the hip. John and James went to school together, when they bothered to show up, and Finn would always accompany John on his way to the Longfield house. You wouldn't see one without the other growing up. They were each other's first kiss, first crush.

They had been down by the canals with John and James as they were doing Blinders business after picking the two up from school and Finn had told her that someone at school was giving him shit for not having kissed anyone yet so Penelope just laid one on him. And after that moment, they both realized they had feelings for each other.

"Your brothers told me about your bet you placed earlier." David said, causing Penelope to sigh, "Before you start, it's all going to the foundation and I wouldn't have done it if I thought Finn would lose."

David just laughed, "I know, Penny. I'm the one who told John to have Finn race. Don't think I forgot that the fucking calvary almost left my boys to die."

It wasn't often David often talked about what happened during the war. David's pride and joy was his family. His kids meant the world to him and to hear that he almost lost two of his children, nearly killed him.

"And there you were in the kitchen threatening us if we broke Tommy's rules." Penelope teased

"That was before the Russians decided to crash the wedding." David spoke in a hushed tone, causing Penelope to stop in her tracks

"What?!"

David ushered them into a quiet corner, looking around to see if anyone was listening, " Winston Churchill is having Tom do business with the Russians. One showed up today so a few of the boys went with him to pick up some money."

Penelope's eyes widened in disbelief, "You let your sons and my boyfriend go with Tommy to make a deal with Russians?!"

Russians were crazy bastards. They only drank vodka, fucked anything that moved, and felt no remorse for anything. And the fact that her father let her brothers and Finn willingly go with Tommy?

"I wouldn't have let them go if I wasn't sure it would go right." David responded. Penelope ran her hand over her face as she looked up at her father, "The minute this goes south, and it will, you pull James and Camden from this. I know Polly won't let Finn get involved."

What Penelope said was true. Every plan Tommy had come up with the last few years, had always backfired. The battle with Billy Kimber a few years back blew up in his face, resulting in Tommy getting shot and Danny Whizbang getting killed.

2 years ago at the Epsom Derby, Lizzie almost got raped because Tommy got held up by Sabini and then he almost got killed.

It was almost a matter of time before the deal with the Russians went wrong. And Penelope would make sure her family and Finn wouldn't suffer.

"I promise I'll pull the boys as soon as it goes wrong." He assured her

James, Camden, and Finn walked over to the father and daughter and the two Longfield boys looked confused as they did, "why is Mum dancing with Johnny Dogs?"

They all looked over to see Audrey laughing as Johnny tried getting her to do a dance with him.

"Excuse me, boys." David laughed, making his way towards his wife. The three boys turned back to the blonde, who stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and the three shared a look before turning back to face her.

"Russians?!" She spoke, "You're doing business with fucking Russians?"

James quickly shushed his sister as they moved closer to her, "Everything is fine. Tommy knows what he's doing."

"C'mon." Camden mumbled, ushering them out of the room. Penelope linked her arm with Finn's as they made their way through the house for the second time that night.

"Where are we going now?" Penelope groaned as Finn pulled her along, following after her brothers. They made their way to the clearing where the races took place and she noticed John and one of Grace's relatives fighting.

"We can't go to a fucking wedding without you lot getting into a pissing match." Penelope groaned as Camden stripped down to just his pants as his suspenders were hanging off his pants. James and Finn followed suit, handing the blonde their clothes as Finn wrapped his coat around her once more.

"You've got to be fucking joking." She scoffed as they walked over to the circle of men, cheering on John as he had the upper hand.

Penelope huffed before walking over to one of the brick walls, placing James and Cam's coat on it before hauling herself up on the wall to sit and watch the fight. She had discarded her brother's clothes on the ground as she placed Finn's next to her.

She could hear James and Johnny Dogs cheers over everyone else's as they encouraged John. She pulled out Finn's cigarette case, pulling one out and lighting it with his lighter. She didn't smoke very often but since she was about to see her brothers and possibly her boyfriend get into fights, she needed something to take the nerves away.

Camden was up next and she sat up straighter. Camden was a fighter; boxing with her father in Tommy's gym almost everyday. He even started to train Finn and Isaiah a few years ago. And that was a sight Penelope loved to see.

Camden was a fighter. He was well built with muscle. He was without a doubt a carbon copy of their father. He preferred using his fists over using a gun.

For every hit the other guy got in, Cam responded with three. After a bit, Penelope noticed it was the guy who told her that she had no business at a race. She felt a smirk make its way across her face, knowing Camden picked him for that reason.

The guy went down after another minute and she let out a loud cheer, causing Camden to look over at her and smile.

Isaiah was up next and she knew his opponent wouldn't stand a chance. When Isaiah wasn't doing stuff for the Shelby's or her dad, he was boxing with Finn and Camden.

And she was right. Isaiah was beating the crap out of this guy. Camden and Finn could be heard over everyone's voice, knowing it was an easy win for him.

Penelope had realized she hadn't seen Willow in a while and just figured she had found Michael.

She jumped when she heard a gunshot and looked around before she landed on Tommy and Grace's uncle. Tommy nodded his head once at her, letting her know everything was okay.

Penelope put out her cigarette as Finn walked over to her. She looked up at him through her lashes as he placed his hands on her thighs, "It's the end of the night. And I found you."

Penelope smirked as she walked her fingers up his bare torso, watching as chills appeared as she lightly grazed her fingers over the skin before wrapping her arms around his neck, "Mm, you did. And I did say if you won the race, your reward would be worth it."

Finn leaned down to press his lips against hers as she pulled him closer. He pulled away and chuckled at the pout on Penelope's face, "I was thinking...a headjob. And if you behave, I'll reward you."

Penelope was taken back by his demeanor, not used to him being in control. But she liked it. A lot.

"Well then Mr Shelby, Let's not leave you waiting."

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samwritesforyou · 4 years

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We’re gonna be okay

Diego x reader

Summary: You and Diego worked out a system for a situation if he ever comes to your place while being in the highest form of distress and needs your help. He assured you it won’t happen often. Until one night, it finally did.

A/N: i feel like i’ve read the whole tumblr dot com worth of diego x reader fanfics and yet i still wanted more, so the desperate need to finally write something myself has been fulfilled. i would actually love to take requests, so if you want, dont hesitate to message/ask me! im ready to write fics and headcanons :) (my blog might seem new but ive been on tumblr for years and years and i finally dedicated a new blog to mostly reader inserts, either my own or reblogging others)

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, gender neutral reader

Wordcount: 3,350

There was a knock on the door.

It was pretty late, but not too late for it to be Diego yet.

Or so you thought.

You got up kinda lazily from a comfortable chair you had situated in the corner of a room, at first designed mainly for reading or napping, but ending up doing absolutely whatever you could on the spot. Eating pizza, watching netflix, browsing through the internet after long working hours that you put in into your tiny art selling business.

You slightly opened the door and already plastered a semi-fake smile for a possible neighbor, but in front of you stood Diego.

Your dear friend, who was at the moment soaked from the rain outside, with big eyes, fast breathing and bloody hands.

Bloody hands?!

“Hello to you too, friend!” you said quite worried, quickly patting him down for signs of any physical pain. For the first time in a while he seemed fine, unscarred.

Your eyes finally went up, literally scanning his face but it was completely unreadable.

His eyes were wide and he looked as if he couldn’t comprehend what was going on around him.

You looked down again and took his fists into your hands. His own palms unclenched and you could see that they were heavily bloodied.

“Diego.. whose blood is it?”

No answer.

You rushed him inside and closed the door behind the two of you, facing the damn vigilante again.

“Diego, I need to know who’s blood is on your hands,” your voice grew steadier as you knitted your brows together in worry and confusion.

Only then the guy decided to move his arms and you noticed how shaky he is. He connected his two index fingers in the form of a cross, pressing it to his chest.

Your own eyes went wide now as you stumbled back a few steps and your mind went blank.

You instantly remembered a night that happened a few years back. He has come in crumbling through your window and was obviously in some new form of distress, that you couldn’t quite understand yet.

“Diego?” it seemed like your voice didn’t reach his ears, so you tried calling out his name again, getting up from the couch and patting him lightly on the body, to determine any sign of an injury.

It looked like there was none, so you tried to reach his gaze that was somewhat absentminded, all over the place, scanning everything but not meeting your eyes.

He was a tough guy, and you knew it. You knew that if you want to get answers, you need to either get them yourself or make yourself heard, until he cannot ignore you any longer.

“Diego Hargreeves, what is going on?” your voice was soft yet determined.

His dark orbs finally stopped on your face and he just shook his head, his breathing oddly fast for a man who was just simply standing.

You continued to push. You didn’t have the best day either, and to be interrupted at 1am by his visit was nothing new, but you couldn’t let him have this behaviour. Even though you’re friends, that didn’t automatically mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

Throughout the whole night he didn’t say a thing, but when you started adding volume to your voice, he.. he just broke down.

That night, you’ve witnessed Diego experience a panic attack. Caused by yourself.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, even after you eventually calmed him down and the only thing that was left to do for you was to watch him sleep and slowly rubbing circles on his exposed arm out of the blanket.

It felt like neons before you noticed a first ray of sunshine drawing from the half-closed curtains, making you spring to your feet and drag your ass to the kitchen, trying to think of what to do for breakfast.

When you figured the recipe out and finished cooking, Diego was already up and joined you near the kitchen counter, next to which you had two stools.

He settled on one of them, looking at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you couldn’t muster anything better, so you just put a plate in front of him and then sat next to his side, simply digging into your portion of scrambled eggs.

“About last night, y/n..” he drifted off, probably at first deciding that it’s better to fill his stomach a little bit.

In the meantime you didn’t dare to speak up and just waited for him to say something, anything.

When he finished his meal, he finally turned to you with a sigh.

“You know that one guy I told you ‘bout? That we.. we do some vigilante shit together from time to time?”

You just nodded, not meeting his eyes.

“Well. I guess I could count him as a close friend. You know.. and,” this was followed by a slight pause and clearing of the throat.

“He died yesterday. I couldn’t save him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to Diego and all that vulnerability and hurt that you’ve clearly seen yesterday just overtaking him were completely gone. Now present only a strong facade that he mastered whenever he needed to hide from showing emotions. You hated it.

“Shit, Diego..” you spoke quietly and softly, all the words seemed to have left you in all the things unsaid in your throat. But you tried to continue.

“I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for pushing you over the edge. I.. I didn’t know what happened so I just acted how we would normally do,” he smirked at that, merely for a second, but you still caught it.

“Look, I.. I know, “ he simply said and then it felt as if he was weighting pros and cons of telling you something else that was clearly on his chest.

“You always help me out. Every single night I come to you.. Why do you do it, y/n?” Diego’s eyes were steadily turned your way.

At the sudden question you raised an eyebrow, “well, I.. I care about you.”

He lightly bit his lower lip and turned his gaze away, clearly thinking about something really hard.

“Okay,” he finally said, “y/n, do you think I could ask you for a favour then?”

At that your eyes met and you felt nervous, for some reason.

You really liked him. Not just like a friend. But you understood that there probably won’t be a chance for you two to ever become a couple (mostly considering that you didn’t believe that he could feel about you this way), so you settled for friendship anyways, since you two really got along well.

And having this handsome tough guy as a friend? Damn, just that is already some kind of luck swinging your way.

But your feelings of course meant that.. you’d do more for him than what you’d do just for a friend. You would get out of your comfort zone just to help him with injuries or hear him talk about his girlfriend (at the time, now they were broken up) and how they argued so much that he ended up on the streets and didn’t really want to go to his lonely place at the gym.

And you took him in. You always did. And since the day you became friends you always care for him.

And you’d care now once again.

“What is it?” in your tone danced a question, troubled with what he might ask for.

“Well, yesterday-“ he cut himself from finishing and cleared his throat, starting over.

“I imagine we’re gonna be friends for a long time, right?”

You just pushed your brows up with a small nod in affirmation.

“I never had.. anyone, really, to help me with the states I often got into,” you immediately thought of Eudora, wasn’t his ex-girlfriend supposed to be his support pillar? Or is he just making you feel sorry for him-

“Or I didn’t ever trust anyone that much, you know,” oh, okay, that kind of explains that then.

“And I guess.. I trust you enough? To share this?” he talked quietly and mumbled a lot so you realised soon you won’t be able to hear him at all.

You grabbed his hands with yours and caught his attention this way.

You were never really touchy together, but occasional hugs and even holding hands was kind of a standard for you from time to time.

His eyes met yours again and you cursed yourself for your heartbeat getting faster. This is not an appropriate moment to get butterflies in your stomach, dammit.

“I’m listening, Diego,” you confirmed, nodding again.

“Okay. It’s- it’s just really h-hard to talk about this,” he stuttered a bit, but with the next breath continued again, “When there’s some situation that’s just completely fucked up, like losing someone close to me, or- or somethin’ else, I don’t know.. I finish what I need at the scene where it happened but when I come home I just,” he breathed some air in and you felt his hands squeeze yours a bit tighter, “I just break down, you know? Sometimes it’s just all too much for me and I don’t know how to deal with it and I would just wanna.. someone to hold me, I guess? Otherwise when someone’s trying to talk at me or somethin’ I just get even more worked up and it’s even worse.”

It all started to come together in your mind. Even though it sounded really strange to hear Diego talk about things like.. wanting to be held and shit. But you always guessed there’s a far bigger sweetheart and a soft boy underneath all those harness and knives.

You tried to pick your words carefully.

“So when I started to ask you shit.. You just flipped. Basically because I was talking at you a lot and you couldn’t take it anymore, right?”

He sighed and looked somewhere up, nodding bit by bit.

“Yeah, yep. That was it.”

You clapped at his hands lightly, to bring his focus back again and he looked at you and mustered a sad, faint smile.

You did the same. In the world you lived in, unforeseen and unfortunate events were happening left and right and thinking about his childhood and everything.. no wonders he developed such a huge reaction and coping mechanism to something catastrophic happening.

“That’s okay, Diego. I’m here for you, I mean it. Let’s just talk about some things what I should and shouldn’t do when you come here in that state, alright? I just want you to feel comfortable.”

“Alright. Thank you, y/n,” he was looking down now, the whole morning kinda failing to meet your gaze and just rubbed his thumb across your hand, which send you heart into a race again.

You slowly let go of him, making an excuse to go wash the dishes.

After a while you looked behind you where he sat and said, “We also need some sort of a sign that you can easily show me, since you’re not really talkative when you get like this.”

Apparently he already used said “sign” somewhere, because he had it on the ready.

It was his hands clutching in fists, index fingers crossing each other in a form of a cross, pressed to his chest.

“Something like this. But don’t worry, I don’t think it’ll happen often. That would be really sad,” he laughed a little and then looked at you somewhat longingly and you averted your eyes back to the sink, nodding.

You almost forgot about that and now it all come flooding back.

Something terrible must’ve happened. You were panicking, but you had to stay strong, for him.

He was still standing in your hallway, with a crossed index fingers pressed to his chest.

“Okay, okay..” you mumbled more to yourself than to him, taking his hands into yours and looking him up and down.

He really seemed.. disconnected. It was kind of scary and you tried so hard not to think about what happened. Or about who died.

“Here, come with me, Diego,” you led him by the hand towards your couch as he was holding onto you, but his usual grip was gone.

You both ended up on a sofa and you really didn’t know how to act around him now, because.. he didn’t talk, didn’t look at you but when he did, his eyes were wide and big and he just seemed suddenly like a small boy to you.

Hopefully he won’t remember this tomorrow, you thought and tried to smile a little bit at him.

“Okay. Can you get your hands up for me, baby boy?” You’ve decided to approach this situation as if you were just babysitting an overgrown child.

Because nothing bad happens to children normally, right? And if you kept thinking about him as usual grown man Diego, you’d lose your mind in the process, wanting to scream and shake him by the shoulders until he spills you what happened.

Being Diego’s friend pushed you to new limits each day, truly.

He didn’t bat an eyelid at your tone change and word choosing, just obliging and putting his hands up.

You helped him to get his knives down and put his black turtleneck over his head, so now he sat shirtless right next to you, hands still smeared with blood.

Goddamit the blood!

You took him by the elbows and lead Diego to the bathroom, where you helped to get the red out of his hands. At the sight of blood dripping down into the sink you deciphered a whimper from him, even through the sound of running water and looked up.

Diego couldn’t stop looking down at his hands and tears were running down his cheeks.

You quickly took his face into your wet hands from the water and forced him to look away and lock his gaze with yours.

“Hey, don’t look at it, okay? It’ll only make you stressed. Until I’m done you can just close you eyes, okay?”

“Oh-okay,” he said and just closed his eyes here and there.

You sighed and tried to finish washing his hands as fast as possible, cursing under your breath pretty often.

“I’m sorry..” you heard him mumble and when you looked up, his eyes were still shut.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right? Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” you smiled as you were already wrapping his hands in a towel and his eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening.

You stayed looking at each other for a second longer than necessary, but then you already lead him away to the bedroom area, where you actually tucked him in, wrapping in a soft blanket and then rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a few cookies and then leaving it on a plate next to him on the night table.

You almost made yourself comfortable on the couch, when he suddenly called out your name from the bed.

You sprung to your feet, thinking he’s actually hurt but you didn’t notice or that- “Can you... stay with me? P-please?” he asked, disrupting your train of thought. You did expect this, but still felt really shy about that.

Diego is vulnerable right now and does need your help and presence though.

And there wouldn’t be anything you wouldn’t do for him.

“Sure,” and after this simple answer you carefully climbed in next to him covering you both with a blanket and he curled up closer to you, almost immediately falling asleep.

From one point of view it felt like you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight, but from the other one.. you actually fell asleep just as fast as he did.

To nobody’s surprise you woke up first and actually flinched at the sight of sleeping Diego inches from your own face.

Your mind went running with ideas what happened and what’s going on until you realised the real deal and your brain caught up to yesterday’s shenanigans.

It was a wild ride and you were thankful that now it’s - most probably - over.

Your eyes were subconsciously scanning his face, until you realised what you’re doing, but you didn’t stop even then.

You’ve never been this close to his face yet and now you could admire and explore every part of it.

Having feelings for a friend that’s laying in the same bed with you at the moment is really not the healthiest thing that could’ve happened to you, huh..

You actually froze and your heart started racing billion times faster when you realised that you have a weight of his arm around your waist, pulling you closer from his sleep.

He grunted and his nose was now in your hair, shuffling a little to get more comfortable.

You had no idea how to change positions, especially when being held by such a strong arm as his and you got a feeling like Diego might actually wake up just about now, so the best solution that came into your mind was to forcefully close your eyes shut and pretend that you’re still sleeping.

He did, indeed, wake up. You were suddenly pushed to the other side of the bed, arm disappearing from your waist and a waterfall of curses fell from his lips quietly.

You used up all your acting stamina to make a believable scene of you gaining your conscious from the deep slumber that you were obviously in, stretched your arms for a good effect and finally opened your eyes.

You immediately signed up for a staring contest as soon as you looked at him and smiled a little. His face remained unreadable but perhaps a little bit flustered?.. But you may be reading too much into it.

“Hi,” you said with a higher tone than intended and Diego just nodded at that.

You tried your luck by addressing the elephant in the room right away, you never liked ignoring the problems that were always looming over you, “care to tell me what happened yesterday?”

He drew a big sigh and rested his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. At first because you really wanted to know the mystery, but the longer you looked at him, the more you realised that you’re just admiring the beauty that he holds, until his words fell like a dead weight right onto your shoulders.

“I found Eudora’s body yesterday. I couldn’t get to the place in time and someone killed her.”

What?

It felt like what he said was simply a trick of your imagination. You liked Eudora yourself, she was a very intelligent and an interesting person, you two often hung out and that feeling didn’t cease even after you found out that she and Diego started dating.

And even when they broke up some months after, you still found your way to spend time with her. So did Diego.

You wanted to cry, but thought that it might be insensitive towards him, because he was much closer to her than you were, so you tried to swallow your forming tears down.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry, Diego..”

“It’s your loss too, I know it, y/n,” he looked at you with much softer look this time.

“Come here,” he said a little bit hesitantly and opened up one arm towards you.

This was unusual, but maybe last night’s events tore down some walls?.. Who knows.

You almost threw yourself into his embrace and once your forehead rested on his chest, you started crying.

From everything, honestly. There’s been problems at work, your seemingly unrequited feelings for Diego didn’t help much either and now you learned that you lost one of your friends.

He started rubbing circles on your back, just letting you get those emotions out, while you two were hugging each other on the bed in your apartment.

And as you slowly started to calm down, he said a gentle, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay”

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thou-crusty-batch-of-nature · 4 years

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The rise and fall of our love

part one | part two

playlist: broken by jake bugg

no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

pairing: james x reader, james x lily

warnings: language, angst, fluff

A/N: sooo im back with part two!!! thank you for the fantastic feedback and appreciation you gave me on the first part, and i hope this lives up to your expectations!!!! sending all the love xoxo

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(moodboard made by me)

"How is he?"

"Y/N…" Remus began, putting down his quill. Your gaze never left the essay in front of him, refusing to see the pity that his stare held. Because that - that glint in his eyes, the way the right corner of his mouth lifted in a poor attempt of a smile - that was pity.

You shook your head softly. How did it get here?

"Am I not allowed to know? He won't speak to me or look at me. I almost feel guilty even though I know I haven't done anything wrong."

"James is…"

"A fool."

You knew he was trying not to smile. "Yes, that is the obvious answer. But he is still with Lily."

Of course he is. What he said that day - or rather what he smelt - has been the talk of the school for weeks. People were staring at you in the halls, pointing behind your back - so much that you stopped hanging out anywhere else besides your dorm and the library.

And James - he never bothered to say anything to you. It hurt more than you expected to, but you didn't let it show. I am fine, you said every time one of your friends asked. Then, you would smile kindly and change the subject. You would see them exchange worried glances - you pretended you didn't notice. Soon they stopped asking, and you stopped pretending.

"Do they love each other?" Something in your pathetic heart broke at the quiver in your voice. Love.

Love. Never in your life have you heard a more overrated word. So much loss, so much damage made for love. Was it really worth it? The way your stomach dropped and the slight tremble of your lip, the ache that would just not go away - were these the cost of love?

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. He watched you in awe - as if he read the truth in your eyes. You felt the tears roll on your cheeks, hitting the parchments sprawled on your desk. You let them fall. He opened his mouth, then closed it.

"I understand." you whispered.

You got up, but Remus caught your hand.

"Do you…?"

You smiled softly. "Does it matter anymore?"

He let go of your hand and you walked away.

×××

"Hogsmeade, today?" Sirius asked as he plopped down next to you. He took a big bite of your sandwich - and noticing your icy glare, he put his hand over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You pushed him off you and wiped your face.

"Bloody hell! You even kiss like a dog!" you retorted.

"No, I don't."

"No, he doesn't." Marlene smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Hogsmeade, you were saying?"

"Yes - Remus and Lily are busy with their important top-secret prefect duties and James has quidditch practice, so it'll be just us. I guess you don't mind third-wheeling for a bit."

"Can't wait!" you feigned excitement.

×××

It was freezing, to say the least. You were glad you had two pairs of socks on, otherwise you might have had to postpone the trip and pay a visit to the hospital wing instead.

"I don't sound like that!" Sirius whined, handing you and Marlene your butterbeer - you've decided to stop at The Three Broomsticks.

"Of course you do, darling. And may I add that you look ravishing." you purred in your best impression of Sirius' voice. Then, you turned to Marlene and winked. "You are the most gorgeous person in here."

"Careful, that's not true." a voice caught your attention. No, no no no.

"Oi - Prongs, mate! Thought you had quidditch practice!" Sirius clapped him on the shoulder.

"Got cancelled because of the snow. Hello." he nodded and smiled towards you and Marlene, then pulled a chair at the table. It was the first time he's talked to you in weeks.

You didn't bother to answer. In fact, you didn't even look at him. The rest of your stay at the pub passed in a haze, with careless answers and quick nods.

×××

Before you knew it, you were left on a bench with James, waiting for the others to "buy some quills from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop", as they were in big need of "quills" and "didn't have any left to write the Transfiguration essay we had due Wednesday". Oh, if only you had Transfiguration on Wednesdays!

"So… how have you been?" James trailed off, rubbing his neck. Ah, so that's how he wanted to play this game.Too bad.

"Why, James?" you ask, gazing at the shops in front of you. "Why did you ignore me? What happened that day?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I- I made a mistake. You shouldn't have found out, not like that."

"You have some guts, don't you?" you spat.

"Excuse me?" You faced him. That face - the face you dreamt about, the one you kept telling yourself you hated - you missed that face, you missed him so much that you were glad you were sitting down, for you might as well have fallen to your knees.

"Do you know how it is," you started, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, "to feel so alone that you find yourself crying without a reason? Do you know how it feels to spend your nights wondering why you weren't enough - what you did to deserve this? Even if you did nothing wrong?"

"Do you know how it's like to watch the person you love drift away from you? To watch that person become a stranger? Do you know how it felt to know that you wouldn't even look at me?" You were now shouting. "Tell me, James! Look me in the eyes and tell me!"

Silence. You watched him trying to find an answer and you silently begged him to say something.

"Do you love me?" he whispered incredulously. Not that.

"Would it change anything if I said I do?"

"I don't know."

"Do you still love her?" You couldn't say her name.

"I don't know." He let his head fall in his hands. For the first time in weeks, you laughed. You laughed until your vision went blurry, until you felt the salty taste of your tears.

"You know nothing, James Potter." you sneered, then got up.

You made your way back to the castle alone.

×××

"Guys guys I have the most amazing idea." Sirius came rushing in the Great Hall, managing to trip and almost fall. He quickly regained his composure and continued running as if nothing had happened.

"That's new." Remus said while reading the prophet.

It's been weeks since that night in Hogsmeade, weeks in which you've avoided James at all costs, despite his numerous attempts at conversation.

"I'll choose to ignore that." Sirius glared at his friend, then continued. "Don't you all want to go for a dip?"

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that I do not intend to die in the freezing lake on a lovely day of winter." You scowl, munching on your pastries. You loved pastries. (mood)

Sirius smirked. "I'm glad you are all so joyous so early in the morning, but for your knowledge, I wasn't talking about the lake. My dear, smartass friends, I was thinking of crashing the Prefects bathroom!"

That got your attention. You looked at Remus full of hope and he shrugged.

"And how exactly are we going to do that? "

"Well, this is where our prefect friends come in handy."

"Lily would never help you do this." James cuts in.

"That's why I wasn't planning on inviting her." Much to your surprise James didn't object. "You forgot about our other prefect friend - and I'm looking at you, Moony."

You all looked at Remus who seemed a tad bit uncomfortable. "I guess - alright? But if anyone catches us, it's your fault." he pointed his finger at Sirius.

"I solemnly swear." He put his hand over his heart, then winked.

×××

"Looks like your plan to ignore James isn't gonna last." Marlene said while stuffing all the towels she could find in her bag.

"I'm aware of that." You really were. You've mentally prepared yourself to spend the night in the same room with him for the past week. "Ready? The boys are waiting."

"Yeah, let's go." You were to go to the bathroom in groups of three using the cloak, then spend the night there.

"Alright," Sirius' head popped from under the cloak "we'll go together - Remus, James and Peter are already there. Come on." he whispered.

You got to the bathroom in no time and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You felt pathetic - you were all going to hang out as friends.

Marlene's hand squeezed yours - everything will be alright. It was your thing; back in the day, you used to do this every time the other would be anxious about something. You looked at her and smiled, squeezing back twice - I know.

You entered and your mouth flew open. You've never seen a more luxurious bathroom before. The "bathtub" was easily the size of a medium sized pool. Greek caryatids held the archways, and the stained glass windows reflected their patterns on the marble floor tiles.

"I suddenly feel bad for not working harder to be a prefect - if I had known this would be my bathroom, I would've gladly learnt the entire History of Magic coursebook by heart" Marlene said, with a small pout on her face and her arms crossed.

"Same here." Your gaze followed the sculptures on the ceiling and slowly fell on him. He looked angelic - the way the coloured moonlight caressed his face, the faint blush on his cheeks - made him part of the setting.

There was no point in lying to yourself. You liked him, despite everything he's done, everything he's said, you continued to like him. All those comforting lies you've said were trying to cover the inevitable truth, the truth which had been well hidden somewhere deep inside your soul. Until now.

You stripped out of your clothes, fully aware of his impertinent stare. You stepped into the pool, sighing in pleasure at the warmth of the water.

"Wanna play anything?" you asked no one in particular.

"Oh, we should play shoulder wars!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"I think I'm gonna skip this!" Peter announced from his chair.

You looked at James, then turned to Remus. You rose your eyebrows inquisitively, and he smiled kindly.

"I guess imma skip this one as well." James said, slightly disappointed.

"Come on, Marls, we gotta kick some ass."

And so did the games begin.

×××

You were trying, and failing miserably to keep your balance on Remus' shoulders.

"Haha- losers!" Marlene laughed. It was your sixth time losing.

"Y/N, I think I'll give up now, before this becomes too humiliating." Remus said while getting out of the water and pulling out his book.

"No Remus, you can't give up now! I know we can do this!" you saw him sit comfortably in an armchair, and something clicked into your mind. "You ditch me to read? And sabotaged me? Remus John Lupin, I'm disappointed."

"Take Prongs instead, he's far more competitive than I am." he smiled innocently. So this was his plan.

You turned to James, and he got up excitedly. You got on his shoulders, and his hands tentatively touched your legs. You saw Marlene and Sirius smirking and you glared at them.

×××

The score was close. It was the match point. Marlene was desperately trying to push you when you came up with the winning idea. You splashed some water into her face, obstructing her vision. Then, you tickled her and she fell.

"And that's how it's done!" you shout, raising your fist. Marlene's head appeared from under the water, clearly mad.

"That was not fair!"

"There's no such thing as fair!" Marlene smirked, as if she was saying oh, really? and pushed James with such brute strength that he fell, taking you with him.

He caught you before your head could hit the bottom. He lifted you up bridal style and you put your left hand around his neck and moved the other one from your nose to his shoulder. You stayed in his arms, not wanting to let go. You were gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, when it hit you.

You loved him.

And he was still with Lily.

You pulled away from his embrace, breaking the stare. "It's not right - Lily…" you mutter, getting out of the water.

The others seemed all deeply interested in Remus' book. You could even hear Sirius asking questions about the plot. You turned away; James was still in the pool, in the same place, trying to make out the meaning of what happened.

It wasn't fair.

Life wasn't fair.

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stinkfacestories · 4 years

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Bull’s Eye

"Vaaashended.." Iron bull cursed. He and the Inquisitor found themselves at a dead end. The room was filled with large steel trimmed boxes. There was no escape.

"We fight then" The Inquisitor drew his sword.

"Not this one, boss. I'm not one to turn away from a fight but we have no exit. The whole base will flood this room if they catch us." Bull said. He was feeling the wall for hidden doors. Sometimes these bandits were smarter than they looked. He tapped one of the crates. Then another. He found a hollow one.

"Get in boss, we can hide till midnight then when there all asleep we can escape" Bull lifted the heavy hinged lid.

"You first" you said.

"Nah, if they find us I wanna be between you and the sharp edge of a weapon"

Bull lifted you up and set you in. He crawled in after. It was a tight fit for just a single human, let alone a qunari of bull’s swole size. The hatch was heavy though and when it closed it latched. A few moments of squirming and you were as comfortable as you were going to get.

The crate was well sealed, but not airtight. The body heat between you made you and Bull break out in a sweat.

"Boss? You good?"Bull asked.

"Good as I can be at the moment"

"That's your face I feel isn't it boss"

You paused. In the wriggling and wiggling to get the lid closed and be in a comfortable position Bull had squat squarely on your face.

"It is" you replied

You couldn't see but you bet Bull was smiling.

"Shit boss, I wasn't trying to. Here let me see if I can.." he tried to move. There was no way for his big body to fit inside the crate any other way. The shifting just resulted in his muscular cheeks slapping your nose side to side.

"It's fine, it's fine" you said, stopping him.

He stopped. "Hopefully we won't be in here to long"

The sweat was bad enough, but you were privy to the noxious fumes and odors of Iron Bulls rear.

"Less then four fucking days and here I am giving the Inquisitor the world's longest Rik'na a'Ishi"

You were picking up a few qunari words since bull joined but that one was new.

"Oh. It's just a stupid kid thing. Bullies tend to do it to weaker boys in the houses. I think the closest translation in human terms is smell, or stink face. Care to guess why?"

You didn't need to think very hard. Your nose clued you in. "I can guess Bull. I got a good nose and I don't think you bathed in a while"

A normal Rik'na a'Ishi would only be a few seconds. Have a friend kneel behind the target, push him so he falls, then rub your ass in his face.

"What's the point?" You ask.

"Kids being kids; make sure they know you're the dominant type; sometimes just for a laugh."

"From the outside I could see it being funny," you said.

Bull chuckled

"Yeah go on you can laugh"

"No boss, it's not that. I can feel your breath and it tickles" Bull said.

You moved your face around in the darkness. You notice that your nose has wedged itself in a hole torn in Iron Bulls pants. You traced the curve of his taught skin till it found the hair mangled valley of his cheeks. The Iron Bull was going commando. Your nose jumped over the chasm. The way he had been squatting had peeled the cheeks apart slightly; there was still miles of nutty brown flesh between you and the bullseye.

"You got a hole in your pants I think" you said.

Bull chuckled. "Yeah, that was a good Farakes" He suddenly got real quiet, as if he let some secret slip.

"What's a Farakas?"

'It's nothing boss."

"Is it like a party?"

"No. Some things are best keep secret boss"

"Well now I really want to know. Tell me what is a Farakas?" You blew out your nose. If Bull wasn't going to tell you he could expect a lot of tickling.

"I'd nothing. It's like a belch.." he trailed off muttering something under his breath.

"I didn't catch that last part; say again?"

"It's like a belch..but from your ass."

"You split a hole in your pants with a fart?"

"No, I split it with a good fart." He shifted again. "It's bad luck in the quen to say the word fart when your trapped in a cramped place; doubly so if it's the Bull who has his ass wedged in your face"

You recall your times in the barracks as a soldier, your older brothers and uncles. "Give me some credit Bull, I'm no featherweight mage."

"Oh boss, I know you're as badass as they come, but you don't know how bad the bulls ass can be. You know how Cullen keeps getting reports about a bear roaming around the camp at night but can't seem to find it?"

You had read the reports. For the past three nights just before dawn the night watchmen had been reporting low and long growling sounds. They were expecting a bear woken from hibernation, but they had yet to find any signs of the creature.

"Those are me," Bull said. "A sure sign I'm about to wake up is me letting slip with some slow growling juicy ones"

You shuddered "Maybe when we're back at base we can share a drink and I can experience this legendary beast. From a safe distance downwind that is."

You heard Bull's stomach groan. It was the cry of a tortured soul.

"If we have to stay in here much longer you may get to experience it up close. I'm gonna pinch it off as long as I can boss" Bull said.

What felt like hours passed. Guards kept coming in on routine patrols, none the wiser that two stowaways were crammed in one of their boxes. Your shoulder had begun to cramp. You needed to stretch it. With some working you managed to press it between Bull's legs.

"Woah, boss. Hello." Bull jerked as your arm ran along something long and rubbery.

You gave it a squeeze. "Feels like some sort of toy snake?"

You heard bull chirp. "Close boss. That's my toy snake"

You let go, red in the face. “Im sorry Bull I didn't mean to” “It's all good boss; I just usually like to know someone more than a few days before we get to the tug of war.”

Frantically you try and think of a way to change the topic, only to fail utterly by asking “So, what's got you so excited?” You squint so hard. You wish you could slap your own face. Of all the things to ask.

“Well I was just thinking about the last time I ripped one in someone’s face. The chargers and I were on the storm coast. We were waiting for some nobles to finish whatever shit nobles do when they are together. I was leaning on a rock just watching the waves. In and out. In and out. Really hypnotic. Guess I nearly dozed off. Snapped back to life when I let off a real tak’rethanka-- the wet roar of a dragon--. Rocky and Grim were behind me at the time. Poor grim took the brunt of the black. Rocky was ok. Nutty dwarf lost most of his sense of smell working with explosives. Grim though. That was the last day I remember Grim talking. Now he just grunts. I think I may have melted something in the guys brain, ya know boss?”

As Bull talked about the past you could feel his big rubbery snake bobbing and weaving up and down over your arm.

“That’s the kinda thing that gets you… excited… bull?” You say.

“Shiiit boss. No one really knows about that. I'm not usually with someone this long talking with them having my ass in their face. I’m into some weird shit aint I boss?” “Bull, if it's one thing I've learned about the world so far, it that there is too much crazy shit to worry about what makes people happy. If it makes you feel good I say do it.” You tell him.

“You’re alright boss. More than all right. Don't you worry though I won't let it mess with the job. And i'll make sure your plenty clear before I let rip” Bull says.

“That's gonna be kinda hard in here don't ya think. My face has been wedged in your ass for over an hour.” “I can hold it back boss” Bulls stomach whined again, this time louder. “This is a nasty one though. It's taking all my willpower to keep the beast at bay.”

“Just get it over with and let it rip. I don't want you to explode” You tell him.

“Nah I can't do that boss. This is a real bad one.”

“I know you want to Bull.” “No, no I want nothing of the sort” He tells you.

You reach out and slap his rubbery cock. “Your ardor gives you away. Trust is important, and truth is the basis of trust. You want to do this.”

Bull cursed in qunlat. “You see right through me boss.” He shifted again, “By the way I wanted to ask. That thing you do with your sword when you draw it. Where did you learn that?” “Well it's a funny story, a few years ago” You start, but you never got to finish the story. As soon as he had distracted you, bulls cheeks let fly with a low rumbling fart. It was like staring into the mouth of a dragon. It washed over you like rain. The entire crate vibrated. Your nose was assaulted with the smell of fresh steaming shit. Bull was a consummate master of the gassy arts. He could have just let things out in one monstrous crack, but he metered it out, just enough to maintain a low droning hum. He caught you mid breath so you were forced to breath in a lung full through your nose. Your eyes watered. Suddenly you knew why Grim may have lost his ability to speak.

The rest was silent.

You and Bull were in a sauna now. The floor was wet with buckets worth of sweat between you too. Bull just let out a sigh.

“I tell you boss, very few things feel as good as letting it out after you’ve held it that long.” There was no answer. “Boss? Are you still alive down there?” You coughed. “...Bull” you weakly groan out. Alive, but possibly barley. “How in the the maker can you make such a thing inside you”

Bull was blushing again. “I know. I know. I'm a master. Bet you regret giving me the permission eh boss?” “Shit no Bull. Out of all the farts I’ve ever been privy to in my life, that one will go down as the most epic, the most legendary. You have my permission to let rip whenever, wherever, you want.” Bull stifled a belly laugh. “I don't think the camp guards are gonna be happy about that.” “If anyone gives you trouble, you have my permission to sit on their heads. You can even sit on mine again if you ever want” You tell him.

There was a tender silence between you. As if you were both having a conversation about something more meaningful than farting.

“Boss….” Bull said. “Feel free to say no if this is outta line but, after this mess here is over. Do you wanna fuck?”

#Iron Bull #Human Male Inquisitor #Accidental Intentional Stinkface #Farting #Close Quarters

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