#i think even could have been worse. i think he could have been spicier. i think he could have greviously injured or killed more people

[archvillain]

where's your fucking rage? where's your ANGER?! rise! rise! rise!!!

[ryuichirou]

I'm kinda starving for Kalijami content right now so I hope you'll indulge me

Got any headcannons for flirty!Kalim that's 100% Jamil sexual but with oblivious!Jamil. Like here is a version of Kalim that could probably charm anyone he wants into relationship or in bed but Jamil is just like "Yes, this is completely platonic" all the while acting like wife material. Kalim is suffering from thirst and its lowkey become everyone's problem cause they're suffering from secondhand tension.

I won't deny any spicier headcannons either too if you have them 🤭

Anon! I’m very happy you’re enjoying our headcanons, and I feel like your idea has potential, so I’ll give you some headcanons. Even though, like in my previous KaliJami post, they’re probably not as nicely aligned with your idea and wishes as you wanted to. So I’m sorry for that.

But I’ll be honest: it’s a bit difficult for me to write KaliJami posts these days. Not because we stopped liking them: we still love the ship very much and I would still love to draw them more often. But it’s been a while since we’ve read anything featuring these characters (we’re focusing on other stuff right now) and my “feel” of them is worse now + they are far from being our main ship, so we naturally don’t have as many ideas for them as for others.

So what I’m saying is that I hope you or any other person won’t get upset if I don’t reply to your KaliJami ask in the future. I don’t want to give you a half-assed reply, and a lot of time I just don’t have anything to say or add, so it wouldn’t be much of a reply anyway. That being said, we really appreciate the love our KaliJami posts are getting, so thank you again.

Alright, the headcanons.

Kalim is genuinely confused about their situation. Jamil doesn’t get or notice something? That never happens. He kind of thinks that Jamil is ignoring his advances on purpose sometimes, but he is conflicted about it… What if Jamil really just doesn’t know? I guess it means that Kalim should keep flirting with him. (People around them are 1000% sure that Jamil is avoiding Kalim’s obvious flirting on purpose. There is no way it isn’t intentional)

Kalim is going to confess his feelings to Jamil but in a bizarre turn of events that wouldn’t work either, because Jamil would still tell himself that it is either platonic or Kalim is lying to himself/confused about his own feelings. Simply because Jamil doesn’t want to deal with Kalim having romantic feelings towards him, so it’s easier to just think he’s goofing around.

Their main problem is that a lot of things that Kalim does as flirting is something that he also does to all of people in a friendly way, so it makes it easier for Jamil to either assume or assure himself that he is just being friendly. For example, magic carpet rides, dances, a lot of touches, long stares in Jamil’s eyes… One time Kalim would spontaneously take Jamil on a date, take him to some extremely beautiful place with nice smelling flowers and pretty lights and romantic/intimate atmosphere, hug him, touch him, get reeeeal clingy… and Jamil would STILL think that he is just goofing around and trying to avoid doing homework or something. Let’s get back already, Kalim. (at this point he’s just in denial)

Kalim would insist on sleeping in Jamil’s bed, Jamil’s first reaction would be annoyed “are you having nightmares?”. It’s almost like Kalim is mentally a toddler in his mind… But when Kalim makes his move and starts kissing and touching Jamil this time, I feel like he wouldn’t be able to lie to himself anymore. They would end up having sex, because despite Jamil being/acting oblivious, the tension between them is quite strong. So once Kalim takes Jamil’s clothes off, starts kissing his neck, his ears, touching his hips and spreading his legs, it’d be an “oh” moment.

…luckily for Jamil, he would tell himself a different lie this time: Kalim is a hormonal horny spoiled stubborn rich kid that always gets what he wants. So of course he would want to also have Jamil. Doesn’t mean any of it is romantic..right?

[shadowycupcakewitch]

Rocky Road

Alright, here we are with attempt #2, a therapeutic exploration of what healthy, angry s@x might look like in a playful, safe atmosphere.

pairing: Fictional Pedge w/ female reader

warnings: 18+, fluffy so fluffy to start, profanity, unprotected P in V (committed relationship), lite S/M, Domme, fainting, slapping, hair pulling, food reference...

Picture is just a mood board of concept/themes...

The frying pan dropped into the sink with a fantastic clatter as soap suds and utensils sputtered beneath it. “G@ddammit!” you muttered, literally throwing in the towel.

“Honey I’m home!” Pedge’s voice jokingly drifted in from the entryway, as you smoothed out your hair and clothes, in an attempt to disguise the obvious steam rising from your head.

“What’s up????” you squeaked, with an overt smile plastered on your face.

Pedge appeared in the doorway, and froze mid-stride with two grocery bags poised in the air. “What’s wrong?” he asked. You cinematically collapsed onto the floor in mock dramatics, as his smirk dangled above you, now upside down. “Everything is impossible. Students are driving me nuts, the parents are even worse. I feel like acid is dripping into my stomach and I’m jittering like a f@cking espresso!….F@ck!”

Pedro gingerly joined you on the tiled floor, wincing slightly at the crackle in his knees. “Okay with my boundless male intuition, I’m picking up on some distress here.” A begrudging smile appeared at the corners of your mouth. “Don’t try to lighten my mood, pendejo. I’m mad and I’m determined to stay mad.” He joined your histrionics with a theatrical pout. “Bath?” he quipped. “Wine? Ice cream? I got the good stuff.” You heaved a heavy sigh, inching your body closer to his. You felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin. So tired of being regulated and buttoned up in an emotional straight-jacket. You wished you could take all of this power and rage and channel it.

“What if we tried something…different?”

P’s eyebrows shot up straight to his forehead, “What, like Thai Food?”

“I’m thinking spicier…” you growled, not so gently grabbing the denim bulge in front of you.

Pedge nearly doubled over on top of you “Ay, ay…” he giggled. “What are you up to, mija? You want me to relax you?” That sounded nice, to be sure, but you had always been curious about ALL your capabilities. Scaring yourself with how small your voice became when you whispered, “Let me Domme you.”

It was like all the air went out of the room, and Pedro’s eyes turned a dark black. “Fuuuuck” he sighed stickily. You started to shrink down into yourself with embarrassment, until he planted his palm across your stomach lowering his voice about an octave, “I’m game if you are.”

*******************************************************

How the hell did you get yourself into this predicament? All of your fancy ideas, and here you were, pacing around your bedroom in a black negligee, high heels and a silk scarf, while Pedge sat dopily grinning from the bed.

“Babe, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I think in our haste I left the ice cream on the kitchen floor. We can just grab two spoons and call it a day…”. Something about his innocent tone focused your resolve, as you took a deep breath and lunged on top of the bed, now towering over him, heels and all. His mouth dropped open and he apparently stopped breathing as his eyes fixed on yours. “I’m gonna need you to stop talking now” you flatlined, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat hungrily. “Do you remember your safe word, honey?” 

“Rocky Road” he licked his lips feverishly, nodding a little too enthusiastically. You smiled quietly, not entirely sure how to proceed, but cock confident in your approach. Making this up as we go along, you thought, moving to straddle his torso and gently lowering your heat on his stomach. He was breathing hard and holding your quads as you grabbed his jaw and dragged your thumb across his lower lip. “Lots of sound; no words” you threatened quietly.

A whimper caught in his throat, as you stuck your thumb in his mouth. This wasn’t going to be the smoothest operation, since you couldn’t decide what to do first, dragging the scarf across his neck. That seemed a bit too dangerous so you stuffed part of it in his mouth, as his eyes widened to the shape of saucers.

“More sound please” you growled.

Humming into the scarf, his eyelids fluttered shut. So far, so good, you mused, moving both your palms lightly to the sides of his neck and holding with light pressure. Pedge started groaning beneath you and wriggling his hips expectantly. Right. Without realizing it, you had absentmindedly been grinding yourself across his pubic hair which now glistened with your slick. You felt his length bump against your ass, and without thinking you took the palm of your hand and slapped the side of his face.

“Oh gawd!” you gasped in horror drawing your hands up to your mouth and immediately stopping all of your gyrations. 

“Whthpnd?” he comically mumbled into the scarf, as his eyes shot open in confusion, spitting it to the side. “Are you okay?” he grabbed you by the elbows, lifting you up, a look of concern shadowing his features. You had buried your head in your hands, somewhere between crying and laughing, appalled at where your instincts had taken you. “That…wasn’t…I didn’t plan that…” you managed to eek out.

His body relaxed a bit, moving his hands to rub your back, “I mean…I kind of blacked out there for a second, but you’re not getting any complaints from me…” he smiled. Your body started to relax as well, a single tear dropping onto his forearm.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, pobrecita” he chided, reaching up with his thumb to wipe another tear away. “This is a very empathic Domme”…Your sniffle collapsed into a giggle as your hips resumed their circular movements. “Believe me, I know how to take directionnnnnnn…” he moaned as you started sliding down his length along your folds.

“Holy hell” he sighed.

“No words” you repeated, regaining a bit of confidence and notching his tip at your entrance.

He groaned placatingly as his eyes closed shut again. Digging his hands into your waist and hips, your heat swallowed him in one envelopment as he lunged forward in surprise.

“Shhh…” you taunted, covering his mouth with your hand, as both of your movements started to sync up. You were thinking less and less, dragging his hands above his head and fucking him relentlessly into the headboard. You could feel him, like an iron rod inside you, as the pressure began to build, your desire white hot and direct. 

Now wrapping his hands behind his back in a tight prison you grinded down on his hips, collapsing into his shoulder and biting it. As you sunk your teeth in a bit and started to suckle, his entire body began to quiver with you atop it.

“Ohhhhh…” he mewled, his hips starting to falter and stutter in confusion.

“Tell me I’m in charge” you reached up and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling hard.

“Yes ma’ammmmm…” his throat exposed to the ceiling, now covered in salty sweat. Starting at the divot in his sternum you licked a slow line up to the stubble on his chin.

“Tell me what’s mine.”

“Yes m..ma’am, yes m…ma’ammmmm…” you’d never heard him so delirious and wrecked before, but you were fairly certain you were starting to unravel a little yourself. 

“Look at me when I talk to you”, you held the weight of his head in both hands, fisting his hair on either side. He was blinking quickly and trying to acquiesce, but his eyes kept fluttering shut and rolling back in his head. This was maybe the hottest thing you’d ever done, but you were also having a hard time focusing, as you milked and pulsed around him.

“Can…I…cum…need…cum…please…cummmm…” he sounded absolutely undone with you bouncing on his cock, breasts nearly in his face. You dug your thumb into his jawline, turning his head to the side, marveling at the pulsing vein beneath. 

“Cum. Now.” you growled, sucking hard on his earlobe and clamping down with your thighs as hard as you could muster.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” he spilled forward violently, grabbing you around the waist, nearly knocking the breath out of you with the force of his orgasm. Damn, you had forgotten how strong he was, even at his most vulnerable. That was gonna bruise tomorrow. You started to see stars, tilting back with euphoria into his grasp as the entire room seemed to flip sideways in a hazy echo.

Seemingly from another universe, Pedge’s voice began to drift into your consciousness with a slight ringing sound…

“My love, my love. You’re starting to scare me a little, please come back.” Your mouth was fuzzy and your eyes refused to open on their own accord. I’m tired, you thought stretching your arms lazily above you, and nearly passing out again with the effort. A small sigh escaped your mouth as you floated back into your self, realizing Pedge was caressing your face, and was laying on top of you, poised with concern.

“Oh my gawd, did I f@ck you into oblivion? Come back mija, whenever you’re ready, come back…” A small tickle in your chest bloomed into a smile as you shuddered with pleasure. “Mmmm…” you managed to hum, slipping in and out of consciousness and thoroughly pleased with your first attempt. You were vaguely aware of peppered kisses finding their way across your stomach and mouth and chest. It was quite some time before you coalesced back into existence and found those big chocolate eyes transfixed on your face.

“Are you alive?” he pleaded, sounding a little more concerned than was warranted, considering the earth shattering experience you just orchestrated. “Plenty” you slurred, cock drunk and completely forgetful of the day’s events as well as your name.

“Ay Dios mio” he laughed, burying his head in your chest and dragging his lips up to your mouth. “I have never…” he started.

You began giggling uncontrollably, looking down at your high-heeled laden feet sticking out from beneath him. How did those manage to stay on? you pondered, having long since lost the scarf and any semblance of dignity. “Rocky Road” he mumbled. Your eyes snapped open blearily, trying to focus on his face. You lifted yourself up on your elbows, “What, baby? What’s wrong?"

“No, I’m sorry, Rocky Road. I left the Rocky Road on the kitchen floor, it’s probably melted into a puddle by now.” he laughed. Well, so have I, you smirked, collapsing back underneath him with contentment. “For our next act, Pedro Pascal will drizzle ice cream into his girl friend's belly button and suck out every drop to thunderous applause…” you intoxicatingly rambled, feeling your bodies titter together in laughter.

“Yes ma’am” he grinned, tucking a hair behind your ear and burying his mouth to yours in a deep, languid kiss. “You are just full of surprises”.

@undercoverpena @pedrorascal @bluebeary-jay@lokischocolatefountain@cavillscurls@javiscigarette@talaok @pedrostories

[primaryasset1]

Here are some Alternate Universe Rinch fics to heal the soul.

Strip Search by Zaniida

Chapters: 5/5

Word Count: 14,670

Summary:

At the time, the drama of waking up zip-tied to a bed with the sounds of murder in the next room had seemed… not entirely unreasonable. Knowing now firsthand what it felt like to wake up tied to a bed, not knowing what your captor’s plans were… Harold was stunned by just how monumentally stupid the idea had always been.

And for Reese -- how much worse? Harold could imagine scenarios, but Reese had lived them. That panic in his eyes... Harold had subjected him to that.

“I must apologize,” he said, his throat tight. “I didn’t... think through… the implications. I was a little desperate at the time, but that’s certainly no excuse.”

“A trained assassin on the run, judgment and impulse control impaired by alcohol. You have any idea how dangerous that was, Harold?"

Notes:

I just absolutely love this fic! Finch and Reese have spot on characterizations, the plot is tense and engaging and I love me some Finch whump.

I can see how canon definitely could've gone this direction and I love Finch's thought processes. It makes him feel less like he thinks that he's obligated to help people because of Nathan's death in particular (which is how his motivations sometimes comes across in canon) and makes the numbers something more personal and Finch's decision to put himself in dangerous situations much more powerful and rewarding.

And John, ugh, this man needs a hug and a blanket and all of the nice things. The author wrote him pre-Finch flawlessly and I now feel robbed that we didn't get a similar first meeting between him and Finch in canon because there's so much depth and meaning in every word spoken between them. In every little reaction John has to kind words and every self-deprecating thought that crosses Finch's mind as they talk.

This is a definite must read!

Dangerous If Unbound by astolat

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 23,647

Summary:

The Texas sun beating down was merciless, almost a physical weight on his shoulders. John couldn't move even to change the angle: the collar was tight, the cuffs were tight, and the chains had been pulled to their limits.

Notes:

Make sure to read the tags before going into this because it is a bit spicier than the other fics I recommend due to the AU it takes place in.

I really liked this fic because I always like getting a peek into John's conflicted inner thoughts and this fic definitely delivers.

Someone to Carry You by MnemonicMadness

Chapters: 14/?

Word Count: 32,167

Summary:

Sticking to the Border planets, Harold Finch, aided by former Browncoat John Reese, has taken it upon himself to investigate the distress calls the government considers irrelevant. But these distress calls are sent for a reason and answering them is not without risks. Sooner or later, facing the most terrifying threat the 'verse has to offer becomes inevitable.

"If you can't run, you walk, and if you can't walk, you crawl, and if you can't do that... you find someone to carry you."

- Firefly ep. 'The Message'

Notes: Just because this fic takes place within the Firefly crossover does not mean you have to watch the show in order to enjoy this crossover. I haven't seen the show and I don't know the plot but I followed this pretty easily and got the concept.

I never really know that I needed a scifi Rinch fic until I read this one and now I'm sad that there aren't more.

Also bonus protective John with plenty of hurt/comfort, who doesn't love that?

i wear kevlar like it's lingerie (and keep your pocketsquares close to my heart) by MulaSaWala

Chapters: 8/?

Word Count: 11,769

Summary:

John had never met anyone who needed a bodyguard quite as badly as Harold Crane. It was a bit surreal that he didn't have an entire team of them.

Notes:

Bodyguard AU where Nathan lives! Need I say more? Lots of protective Reese and naive, danger magnet Finch.

The only minor issue I have with this fic is the fact that the timeline bounces around from time to time so the chapters aren't linear.

Sympathy for the Hellhound (and the Broken Winged Bird by RyuuzaKochou

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 24,219

Summary:

Finch surveyed the room again through his glasses, but it did not become any less overbright with harsh fluorescents, it did not become any less damp, cold, concreted, stuffy or stale, the chair he sat on became no less roughly wooden and he, alas, remained absolutely, totally naked.

Life choices, the grim voice of his common sense cut in. Think on them.

Two men meet under the most dire of circumstances and must rely on each other to survive - and rise. Inspired by Macx's superlative Firewall series, with a twist, and a twist, and a twist.

Notes:

While I unfortunately can't say much without giving away the plot, I can say that this fic was an amazing ride from start to finish! I loved the twists and turns that the story took and how the author built out the lore for the story so seamlessly that all the useful information doesn't feel like exposition and take you out of the moment.

This is a truly amazing AU fic!

[tache-noire]

You still want depraved ghost fic thoughts????

My dude I am a /slut/ for a dubious consent. Like... sometimes U just wanna have to completely surrender yourself because you don't have a choice??? Does that make sense??? Idk if this is sort of what Ur looking for but like??? I'm very feral for Copia so like, the idea of suddenly a gloved hand over my mouth and just being yanked into a fuckin supply closet or something and being threatened if I make a noise??? Mmmmmmmm

i made it a little spicier whoops

also in my world Copia has a fancy lavish room because fuck canon, i’m writing the stories Tobias is too afraid to.

Who Do You Think You Are?

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content)

Ship: Papa IV/Copia + M!Reader

Word Count: 1,953

Contents: Dubious Consent (at first), semi-public sex, turning the tables, degradation, blowjob, anal sex, definitely not enough lube but its porn so who cares, slightly irresponsible/under-negotiated kink, unexpected aftercare (i sure as hell wasn’t planning on writing it but it happened somehow)

Summary: You and Copia have something of an “open door policy” about sex, but even that has exceptions. Something snaps when he catches you at a bad time.

You're tired. Exhausted, even. Not just physically (cleaning is your least favorite job in the Ministry, and you couldn't trade with anyone), but mentally as well (to make things worse, you were stuck with a Brother who never shut up about the Baptist church he grew up with). All you want to do is shower and go straight to bed, but Papa is back for a couple of days between nearby Rituals, and he requested your company for the night, as he usually does. You won't just stand him up. The least you can do is go tell him in person that you're not up for it tonight.

That's the plan.

Right up until a hand darts from your peripheral and drags you into a broom closet on your way.

"Son of a--!"

A gloved hand claps over your mouth before you can really raise your voice. You're shoved up against the wall and your legs forced apart, and that's when you start to panic. Your assailant's hips are pressed against yours. He's rock hard, rubbing against your ass like he owns it. Fuck no. This isn't happening, not fucking tonight of all damn nights. You buck hard and try to lash out behind you with a fist, but it’s caught with ease in an iron grip.

Soft lips press against your knuckles, then just below your ear.

"Shh... There are still Siblings out at this hour, tesoro. Do you want them to find you like this?"

Instantly, all your fear turns to irritation. He must feel your body relax, because he loosens his hold and takes his hand away from your mouth.

"Copia?!" You hiss.

He nips your ear sharply. His hands roam freely over your body now that you're not fighting him anymore.

"That's Papa to you, Brother," he growls, groping at your dick.

Honestly, if he'd caught you any other time, on any other night, you'd gladly let him have his way like this. But this time...

"I've been gone for weeks, and you greet me so coldly?"

... His attitude is really pissing you off.

With his guard down now, you throw Copia off your back and whip around to bar your arm against his throat. The two of you stumble back until he hits the opposite wall, and he grips your shoulders defensively.

"So what, being Papa means you can just take whatever you want?” You bark.

Copia chuckles. “Positions of power do come with perks, carino.”

You press harder against his throat, until you can feel him struggle to swallow.

“Funny. You don’t look like you’re in a ‘position of power’ right now.”

He’s still hard and throbbing against your thigh when you force it between his own. The two of you have a safeword, and he's not using it. Beyond that, Copia could easily fight you off if he wanted to. Anybody who's been in his bed knows that white eye isn't just for show. It comes with inhuman power, something he loves to throw around whenever he can. He's letting you pin him, and he lets you push him to his knees, too. His eye glows in the near-darkness, laser-focused on your hands as you unzip your pants and pull your dick out. It offers a convenient point of reference to curl a fist in his hair and pull his face up against your crotch.

"You wanna play rough, Papa? Let's see you take it, then."

He runs his hands up your legs, settling them on your thighs. You hold your cock straight just until he gets his lips around the head, then force him the rest of the way down. You're not quite hard, so it's not much of a challenge for him, yet. But with the way he moans around your length and works his tongue against the underside, you're sure he'll be struggling before long.

"That's a good boy. You better get it nice and wet for me. That's all you're gonna get."

Copia shivers. You wish you could see him right now. He always looks good sucking cock, but you've never seen him this way. Submissive and ravaged, nose pressed up against your pelvis as you grind against the back of his throat. You wonder if he'd even washed his paint off before trying to ambush you, or if it's smeared off his lips and along your shaft now. Fuck. More than anything, you'd love to see his face covered in your cum, mouth gaping open and panting-- but you have a promise to keep, and there's more than enough saliva dripping down your balls to keep from tearing Copia up too badly.

“Up, hands on the wall.”

He obeys as soon as you step away and give him room. You have to be quick. You give him two fingers to suck on while you get his pants open and pushed down just far enough to fuck. If you take too long, his spit will dry and.... It won’t be much fun for either of you, but especially not him. You’re just trying to teach the man a lesson, not kill him. The most you can do is open him up with your fingers, spreading them apart to fit the head of your cock between them. You have to cover his mouth now to muffle the ragged groan that rips from his chest.

“There’s still Siblings out at this hour, Papa,” you coo, mimicking how he’d warned you earlier. You hold his hip steady while you slowly ease your way in. He moans again when your pelvis hits his ass.

“Imagine what they’d think if they found you like this.”

Copia shivers against you. Around you.

“Oh, would you like that?”

He nods, pushing back against you, asking you to move. You start slow. He may be greedy and you may be feeling a little sadistic, but he's got a Ritual tomorrow, and he can't be limping around onstage because of you. Sister Imperator would have your head. It's a battle against Copia's own devilish sex drive. He can keep you on edge for hours, but you have to dig your nails into his hip to stop him from fucking himself harder on your cock.

"Maybe I should open the door. Let everybody see what a slut their great and powerful Papa is."

You work your way up from languid to powerful thrusts; still rather slow, but full and unyielding. Letting Copia squirm and whine for more. You rip the front of his shirt open one-handed, forcing him to bite his lip to keep quiet. Buttons fall and clatter to the floor, forgotten quickly as you run your fingers through his chest hair and pinch a nipple between them.

“Fuck, caro--”

The tone of his voice doesn’t help his case at all. In this stuffy broom closet, his skin is already tacky with sweat. Every stroke ends in an obscene slap. You wish you’d done this sooner, maybe under other circumstances. In a context where you could take your time to really enjoy the plush softness of his body. Still, you can spare a moment to kiss up his neck and bite his ear just as he’d done to you.

"There's plenty of other Brothers who'd love to have their way with you like this, you know," you warn him. You shove your fingers in Copia’s mouth to shut him up again as you pick up the pace.

"I could invite them to join in. Have you suck one off just like this while I fuck you."

Ever obedient, he sucks greedily on your digits, giving you an excellent demonstration of exactly how he’d sound. Sloppy, wet. Moaning around them each time you slam back into him.

"Let them take turns filling you up when-- fuck-- when I'm done with you--"

With the way Copia’s squeezing around you, that’s not gonna be much longer. You can tell that he’s close, too. He’s been so good, taking everything you’ve given and nothing more. He’s even better behaved than you usually are. But he doesn’t need to know that right now, not when he’s still being punished. If he’s getting any reward, it’s gonna come with a catch.

“Go on,” you snarl, slowing nearly to a stop. “Go ahead and touch yourself. Fuck yourself while you think about the whole Ministry using you like the whore you are, Papa.”

he’s pathetically quick to follow your commands, desperate to get a sweat-slicked hand around his dripping cock. Even more desperate to pick the pace back up and push back onto yours. You take your fingers out of his mouth, and you’re not sure he even notices. If he does, then he really doesn’t care about getting caught after all. He doesn’t bother to muffle his voice, even as it climbs in pitch and volume with his approaching climax.

When he comes, Copia moans your name and takes you up to the hilt. His ass clenches around you so tightly, it’s almost painful. You grit your teeth and shove him flat up against the wall. You keep him pinned while you keep fucking him, through and past his orgasm and to the point of uncomfortable overstimulation. He whimpers and squirms as you take your pleasure from his body, finally releasing deep inside him with a low groan.

You stay there, both panting in the darkness, until you’re soft enough to just slip out of his thoroughly-used hole.

Fuck, you thought you were tired before.

More importantly-- fuck, what just happened? Copia still hasn’t said anything. Maybe you went too far.

You’re about to leave and deal with the aftermath tomorrow, when he catches your hand.

“Aspetta, caro.”

“Papa, I can’t right now--”

He pulls you to himself and kisses you softly.

“No talking, just come to bed with me.”

Somehow, he sounds in better shape than you. You let him lead you out of the closet with his arm around your waist, although you do notice him leaning on you ever-so-slightly after a while, with a bit of a limp to his stride.

“... I’m sorry, Papa, I don’t know what--”

“I won’t hear you apologize, carino.”

Copia takes you to his room, to the ensuite bathroom. He undresses you as well as himself, despite your protests. You shower together, practically melting in his arms. He washes your hair. Massages the knots from your muscles. Dries you off with a fluffy towel. Everything you swear you’re supposed to be doing for him right now. He keeps you cradled in his arms in bed.

“Why are you doing this?” You finally ask.

“Because this is what you needed. And I’m sorry I didn’t see that.”

“You can’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you like that. Why didn’t you stop me?”

Copia scoffs and kisses your forehead.

“I would never pass up a good, rough fuck like that. Satana di sotto. Do you think I can’t handle myself, caro?”

You sigh. Of course he can. You bury your face in his chest, and he pets your damp hair soothingly.

“Mm. You have nothing to feel guilty for. Next time, we will prepare better. Make sure you are comfortable first.”

“Next time?”

“Of course, mio caro. I want more of this side of you. But we can talk about that tomorrow. Sleep.“

You want to talk now, but... Copia’s right. You can barely keep your eyes open, warm and cozy under his heavy duvet. Feet tangled together. His steady breaths and heartbeat lull yours in step. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so dearly loved and wanted. You fall asleep at last, bone-tired and with the last of your worries faded away.

[yanderepuck]

Actually. I want to write a main post about Salaì, bc all his info is everywhere and nothing is really coherent.

Lets start with his history bc I have researched the shit out of this boy. The only way for me to learn more about him is to somehow read Leonardo's notebooks to see everything he wrote about him.

(this is a mix of irl history and my own background)

So Salaì was 10 when he moved in with Leonardo, the next day stole his money which Leonardo was going to use to buy Salaì clothes. Salaì pocketed the money and still got clothes. This child was chaos. If he needed something, he stole it. Leonardo gave him money and told him to go shopping? He pocketed the money and stole what he could.

He did in fact get caught a few times and Leonardo had to come pick him up. Leonardo basically adopted this 10 year old knowing nothing about kids and had no clue how to raise him. His parents wouldn't take him back either (no returns without receipt). Salaì ate enough for two people and caused enough chaos for three. Let's just say he should be lucky Leonardo has money. He also told Leonardo that he's going to make his life just as hard as his dick and Leonardo immediately regretted adopting this 10 year old.

Leonardo didn't want any pets but Salaì brought home a stray cat and insisted on keeping it. Little did Leonardo know that it was actually three cats that all looked the same and somehow never managed to see them in the same room.

When he was about 12 he found out Leonardo was gay and started thinking about it himself, but when he was 14 realized that he does like men and women and isn't sure if that's actually a thing or if he's broken. Because even Leonardo doesn't know anyone who likes both so Salaì is freaking out. But ends up just accepting it and a year later is sleeping with Leonardo.

I feel like I should bring up Melzi!!! Salaì hates him with every being in his body. Melzi was also one of Leonardo's apprentices, only he wanted to study art as a hobby and learn a skill. He comes from a noble family, has money and sorta likes to show off that he has money. Salaì is the opposite of that. If Leonardo didn't take him in he'd be working on a farm and not get too much out of life. Salaì has no issue getting into fights either, he got into a lot with other kids when he was younger, which then just escalated into pub fights.

There's been a few times that Leonardo has had to bail Salaì out of jail, maybe more than just a few times. Salaì doesn't even have shame over it. He is obsessed with pub food too. Anything fried and greasy, also spicier the better. So if him and Leonardo are out he's always asking to stop at a pub to get something to eat. Of course Salaì is going to be drinking too, which is a bit of an issue because he doesn't know when to stop. He doesn't always manage to find his way back home either. Sometimes he didn't get back until late morning with a hangover.

One time when they were home they were both drinking, Leonardo tried telling Salaì about him being a vampire and all Salaì had to say about it was like vampires aren't real, and then the next day didn't remember the conversation at all.

Now. What convinced Leonardo to turn him?? Salaì was dying. He was out drinking and got into a fight and got stabbed. To make matters worse, he pulled the knife out and since he's been drinking his blood is already thinner. He managed to get back home and Leonardo panicked. He loves Salaì and isn't ready to loose him, even if he does make a chain of bad decisions nearly everyday. Leonardo explains the whole vampire things to him again as he's bleeding out on the floor and tells him he could save him. What does Salaì say? "You're still on that vampire thing? Alright, bite me." and so Leonardo does.

Salaì blacks out after and Leonardo gets extremely worried wondering if it was too late and he already lost too much blood. He stays by his side and waits. He relaxes when he sees him breathing and moves him to his bed and tries to clean up the blood on the floor. Salaì wakes up while he's cleaning and goes "Can you bite me again? That felt really good."

This bitch passed out because the bite made him overly horny and woke up and wanted to be that horny again. Leonardo is just ecstatic that he's fine and has to spend the next few days explaining everything.

Everything after that is normal, besides Salaì having to get use to vampire strength and speed. He ends up breaking more things than usual. But this explains a lot. He never really questioned why Leonardo didn't seem to age, it honestly wasn't too important to him. He had a place to live, food to eat, and most importantly he was madly in love with Leonardo. I mean MADLY in love. In his eyes Leonardo could do no wrong. He would do anything for him, and would also do anything to make sure that Leonardo wasn't mad at him. He honestly has a hard time functioning without Leonardo

Even in when they had to pick up and leave in the middle of the night, having to disappear and act as if they died. If this is what he had to do now he was okay with it because he is with Leonardo. The only issue now is that Leonardo barely knew how to take care of him as a human, now he has to have even more patience with Salaì as he basically relearns how to live because everything is so different as a vampire.

Nothing goes wrong for years, decades even. Salaì was 19 when he was turned in 1499 and a year or so later is when they left. Leonardo had already been in the eye of the public for too long and even made a name for himself and for someone who does age, that isn't good.

Salaì never questioned anything. Leonardo said they had to do something and he did it, but he still kept up with his old habits of stealing. It was easier to not get caught now though, but that doesn't mean that Leonardo still didn't have to bail him out of jail once or twice just like before. His behavior got a little better, or else his lying got better, Leonardo never could tell.

But some time in the mid 1700's is when Salaì made a big mistake. They had been traveling again, only it's been over the course of a few days. Now Salaì needs to drink a good amount of rouge each day to fill his hunger. A vampire has a larger bloodlust when in love, well Salaì has a hard time telling the differences between a romantic and platonic love, and simply falls in love with everyone (just has a really strong bond with Leonardo and wants to be loyal to him), so he ends up needing a lot of rouge to quench that thirst.

But they just got to a new place to live and Leonardo was having an issue getting some rouge for the first week. Not an uncommon issue honestly, but they didn't pack enough from the place they were at last and had run out. Salaì didn't want to say anything and said he still had a little bit that he's been making last.

Not true, but Leonardo believed him. Salaì just didn't want Leonardo to stress over it even more. Salaì ended up biting a few people over the next few days. He made sure to be careful. He's bitten partners before and nothing came of it. But after a few, rumors started going around the city. Rumors that Leonardo ended up hearing.

Biting people was a huge no-no. So Leonardo ended up yelling at him over it, getting them into an argument. Now Salaì hates arguing with Leonardo so after some time he just left the house to go on a walk to calm down but when he came back Leonardo was gone. They haven't fully finished unpacking and since they move around a lot its not like they have a lot of possessions.

He got worried. Really worried. He didn't leave the house for a few days hoping that Leonardo would show up. He didn't sleep much and barely left the couch, hoping he would come walking in through the front door. He kept thinking about what he was going to say. How he was going to apologize. But four days pass and nothing.

Four days pass and he's alone. He's alone in a strange city. He doesn't know where he is. They aren't even in Italy so he's not sure if he can find anyone to even talk to so that he can have some company. He doesn't even know what to do to get rouge other than biting someone. He knew he shouldn't have done it. He should have just said something to Leonardo. Leonardo never had an issue with letting him bit him for a few days. Leonardo can go longer without rouge than him anyway. But the trip was already so stressful that he didn't want to add more stress.

Salaì can't imagine what would have happened if Leonardo heard the worst of it. The part of it that will haunt him forever. He got a little too hungry. She tasted a little too good. He ended up taking too much blood and killed her. He didn't know what to do. He freaked out and just left her there and ran back home. That's when the arguing started. How much worse would it have been if he found out?

The next few months were rough. He was depressed. He's never been depressed. Yes he's been a vampire for over a century but he still feels like he knows nothing. He doesn't know how to function without Leonardo there with him. He has nightmares when he is able to sleep. He keeps hoping that Leonardo will come back.

He stays in the house and paints to be able to get some money. At least enough so that he can leave. Luckily he is a good thief and can get by. He wants to get out of this city as soon as possible. Maybe even try to find Leonardo. Clear everything up and explain it all. Maybe then everything will be okay.

He feels numb a lot. Drinks often to feel something. Plenty of one night stands. Anything to make the days go quicker.

Every decade or two he has to pick up and leave before anyone catches on. He doesn't like doing it alone. But he's gotten use to it.

It wasn't until the late 1800's that he ended up in Paris. He was going through notebooks he still had of Leonardo's and found something about an "old friend". He knows he's heard Leonardo talk about that person before so maybe he can talk to him.

Easier said than done. He knew Paris was big, but why did it have to be THIS big. It took a few weeks but he finally got some information. He now knows who Comte is, but no one knows where to find him. Something about a mansion at the edge of the city. But he doesn't know the direction or anything. Why doesn't anyone know where a rich guy lives.

More time goes by and he finds the mansion and rather than thinking of what to do he goes up and knocks on the door. The conversation with Sebastian didn't go smoothly. No one comes to the mansion, let alone is asking to talk to Le Comte. But it wasn't until he asked about Maestro Da Vinci did Sebastian let him in.

Now his French isn't great but he's learned a bit since he's been in Paris for a few weeks and he was able to find a dictionary to help him quickly learn. He was a little nervous when Sebastian opened the door, because he could obviously tell that he isn't from the area.

Sebastian let him in and took him to the parlor and told him to wait there. Salaì starts freaking out wondering if this is a good idea or not. He's been looking for Leonardo for a century and a half and now that he's here he is getting cold feet. He starts thinking about leaving and even gets up and starts pacing around the room.

The moment Leonardo walks though that doorway though Salaì is on him hugging him tightly and crying and apologizing. This is the last thing Leonardo expected. He's actually happy to see him though.

They end up talking for hours. Salaì is practically sitting on Leonardo's lap, he's going in and out of crying. They basically talk until Salaì falls asleep.

Leonardo has never told anyone in the mansion that he turned Salaì, so imagine how shocked Comte is since he thinks that Leonardo is against turning someone.

It's not that Leonardo doesn't want to be with Salaì, but Salaì also refuses to leave now that he's found Leonardo again, plus Comte will adopt Salaì himself if Leonardo isn't going to take responsibility.

So Salaì ends up staying at the mansion and after some time there's no more awkwardness between him and Leonardo.

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Below is more info that I just didn't know how to work it into everything else.

The whole biting people thing was just the last straw for Leonardo, Salaì was getting himself into some trouble before, but obviously there was no communication over this.

Comte calls Salaì Leonardo's child, like how Comte thinks of everyone as his family, and doesn't understand that they are lovers more than anything else and Leonardo keeps telling him to stop calling Salaì his kid.

Salaì holds 0 grudge over Leonardo over everything. He blames it all on himself and doesn't believe Leonardo overreacted and that he treated the situation properly.

Its not like Leonardo has ever treated him badly, but Salaì will do absolutely ANYTHING to make sure Leonardo isn't upset with him. Whatever Leonardo says he will do without hesitation, he cannot say no to him even if he doesn't want to do it. Yet he is still a compulsive liar and a thief.

He sorta freaks out if he doesn't know where Leonardo is, even though he now lives in the mansion. If Leonardo goes into town and he doesn't know, or if someone doesn't tell him he'll have a little freak out.

Salaì might have his own room but he sleeps with Leonardo just about every night, even if Leonardo is awake, Salaì still crawls into his bed to sleep.

He is also worried that he'll never actually make a name for himself and thinks that he will only be known as another one of Leonardo's apprentices (even after Theo tells him otherwise)

More info on why he's a damn menace here

One thing that really broke Salaì is when he found out Leonardo isn't actually IN LOVE with him. Salaì is OBSESSED with Leonardo and could never love anyone as much as him, but it turns out Leonardo simply loves him. He loves him, but isn't IN LOVE with him.

The only time he will actually argue with Leonardo is when he is drunk.

Food is the key to his heart, especially pub food, but then he'll also want to drink. Once he starts drinking he has a hard time stopping and he drinks QUICKLY.

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Now you're probably wondering why I decided turning Salaì is the reason why Leonardo won't turn anyone. Well Leonardo wasn't ready to lose Salaì, he was only 19 after all and they very obviously had a connection. So without much thought he turned him, and at first it was fine until they had to start traveling. Salaì by no means was ever well behaved. He lied about everything, he had no issues stealing anything, he spent a lot of time gambling and drinking, even had to get bailed out of jail quite a bit. He sorta hoped that after turning him he would change after having that near death experience, but it sorta did the opposite.

But Salaì is a very happy-go-lucky person and is always smiling and laughing. He couldn't let Salaì die in front of him when he had the opportunity to save him. It was a lot of small things building up that caused Leonardo to leave. (however he's never properly apologized for abandoning him). But seeing how his bad habits only got worse he sometimes thinks it would have been better never to turn him. He believes that these habits got worse because he turned him.

Its sorta like this: You know how everyone around you had a good experience with something, but you're the only one that had a bad experience and never want to do it again even though if you try it again it could have a different outcome? That's basically what happened. Even though Comte has turned 8 people and nothing bad has resulted in it, Leonardo did it once and ended up with a goddamn menace.

It can be argued that Leonardo is sort of to blame for that since he's the one who has raised Salaì since he was 10.

Leonardo was technically just as obsessed with Salaì as Salaì was obsessed with Leonardo at one point.

[spiceupurlife]

I think I’m better off single and dating whoever and whenever I want.

I got married, to the guy I was suppose to marry in 2019. I had that dream that he would be who I thought he could be. He promised me he was, he even showed me. As soon as we got married, the act was dropped.

I’m separated. We’re starting couples counseling next week hoping to save whatever we had. But I’ve already given up.

On a spicier note:

I met a guy today that has everything I liked with all my previous men I dated. We got a drink, I met him at the VSO he’s a veteran like me and the same age. We talked forever and could’ve talked a lot longer but he had to go.

He doesn’t necessarily want a gf or anything and I’m still technically married. But I’m not even offended. I think I want to be single though. Married life ain’t for me.

Also I’ve been hella depressed even before the marriage. I ended a toxic relationship that I still think might be good for me? Idk. I’m fucked up in my head. I haven’t been taking care of my body which has made me feel worse about myself.

After crying all morning and not putting make up on, putting on some workout clothes that don’t make me look great, I left the house. I met that guy and he seemed to really like me just the way I am. It definitely helped me. I’m trying to go out by myself more. Especially now that I have a service dog I’m training.

[softer-ua]

Imagine if Izuku didn’t really like Katsudon, he was just trying to drop a subtle hint to Kacchan

Who absolutely did not get it but did start making it more regularly so that he could give Deku the “left overs”, Katsuki doesn’t actually eat any of it half the time

Izuku does enjoy Kacchan’s Katsudon but it’s still not his favorite food, but now he thinks that it must be Kacchans favorite. Which makes total sense for someone with an ego that big, how could Izuku be so blind!

So Izuku learns his mom’s recipe for it and invites Kacchan over for dinner as a thank you for all the Katsudon and shares his own version with him

After learning that it’s Dekus moms recipe Katsuki figures Deku probably like that version better and starts making it more like that, but actually both of them preferred Katsukis spicier version

They spend like a year eating way more Katsudon that any sane person would, and certainly way more than either wants

It all comes to a head when Izukus mom surprises him with a visit, just coming to drop something off while passing through, and it happens to be during one of his and Kacchans Katsudon dinners

“Katsuki how did you get him to eat Katsudon, he’d hardly touch it if I made it for him” 🙄😒

Katsuki is in complete shock and Izuku wants the floor to swallow him.

After Inko leaves Katsuki demands an explanation, thinking Dekus just been fucken with him this whole as a joke.

As embarrassing as it is Izuku of course would rather spill literally any secret than let Kacchan’s feelings be hurt, so he prepares to meet the reaper.

Either cause Kacchan actually kills him or just breaks his heart badly enough it stops beating on its own accord.

With eyes firmly glued to the floor Izuku finishes his frantically rushed half mumbled confession and dejectedly drops back into his dining room chair

Deku looks up just in time to see Kacchan start laughing so hard he’s doubled over with tears in his eyes

Izuku feels tears in his own eyes, but not because he thinks it’s funny.

He’s just pretty that this is the beginning of the worst rejection of his whole life. Even worse than the first time he met All Might and was left him alone on a high rise roof.

Whoever said that the worst someone could do was say no was a damn liar, they could skipping saying no and laugh themselves into a stupor

It’s not until Kacchan abruptly stops laughing and his blurry face looks at him panicked that Izuku realizes he’s started crying for real.

He’s never been truly hurt by Kacchan’s teasing before let alone cried about it, but this is different. This isn’t childish bullying or a rivals competitive jabs, this isn’t even a simple rejection.

This is the is the person he’s the closest to in the entire world being so repulsed by his crush that he’s having a hysterical laughing fit over it.

As the reality of it all settles in Deku can’t help but let out a sob as he tries to dry his face with his sleeve

“Hey wait no, damn it, Deku, you idiot, fucken shit, Izuku!”

Izuku starts crying harder at Kacchan’s shouting

Next thing he knows there’s a sudden weight in his lap and his hairs being roughly grabbed pulling his head back so he’s looking up at Kacchan

Kacchan who’s sitting in his lap, looking both angelic and terrifying. Kitchen light creating a halo effect behind him and cast his scowling face in shadow

The surprise effectively shutting him up. Leaving Izuku looking up at Kacchan gaping like a fish in between stuttered hiccups. They sit there staring at each other long enough for Izuku to feel his neck cricking

“Do I have your attention now?”

Izuku tries to nod but the grip Kacchan has on him doesn’t allow for much movement, lucky Kacchan gets the message anyway

“I wasn’t laughing at you, and I’m definitely not repulsed by your crush, I only made that shit because I thought you liked it and I like you” Katsuki says with a smirk

Izuku think he might pass out for the emotional whiplash he’s receiving.

He can’t quite believe Kacchan’s sitting in his lap let alone returning his feelings, heartbreak and embarrassment quickly forgotten and replaced by wonder and delight

Katsuki finally decides to take some pity on the nerds poor neck and releases the tight grip he’s maintained on the soft green curls

Katsuki takes a moment just enjoying watching Dekus dumb splotchy cry baby face finish morphing into an ever dumber face of shocked awe

He lowers his hand onto the stiff neck muscles, ever so slightly warming up his hand and rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, Deku immediately relaxes into the touch but continues just staring up at Katsuki like he’s done something amazing

Like he hadn’t just accidentally hurt him for the millionth time, as if they both hadn’t been insecure and stupid that they rather risk raising their cholesterol by living off fried pork instead of just talking to each other

Uncertainty coiled in Katsukis guts as his eyes tracked Dekus tongue nervously wetting his plush lips, the only thing he wanted more than to lean down and kiss him was to not hurt each other and he wasn’t sure they could do that

Their lives had been filled with miscommunications and impulsive choices

Shit he was sitting in the nerds lap desperate to devour him, not even five minutes after accidentally making him cry, not even 10 minutes since he’d found out that 1 impulsive interview answer had them spending almost a year misunderstanding each other over pork

But as he felt Deku settle his stupidly big hands on his hips and a determined clarity entered dazzling green eyes, Katsuk felt his nerves settle and his certainty too.

Sure they weren’t perfect, but Deku had cut down on his reckless impulsivity in battle, and Katsuki had curved some of his impulsiveness off the battlefield.

Both having grown more willing and more importantly capable of leaning on the other, trusting them, and trying to communicate.

When Deku finally spoke it was everything Katsuki needed to hear

“We need to have a long talk, no more secrets, no more misunderstandings. But first I’m going to kiss you”

It was Katsukis turn to be barely able to nod

Next thing he knew the grip on his hips was more firm, Deku somehow pulling him even closer, and his fingers were tangled back in green curls

Their kiss was like everything else about them, lips slotted together in a messy perfectly coordinated dance that stole their breath away.

[redpandawritees]

what about... pegging Killer or Heat? idk, you can make anything out of it if it's convenient for you.

A/n: barking and frothing. I am able to write again, cause your guys poor request are collecting dust :( and i feel bad lol I hope it meet your expectations <3 can be read as gender neutral minors dni, 18+ cw: pegging, rough seggs, crying, bdsm talk

Killer

Killer is a natural switch, mostly dominate but willing to do what ever you want type switch, ya?

While I like the usually reader says something about pegging, the thought of killer being the one to say something about pegging, blushing under his mask while he tries to explain what it is and why he wants to try is very appealing to me

Has heard about from people on the crew, and he has recently been thinking about ways you could be more dominate in bed, something he's been wanting for a while

You have to have been dating for a long time before he even thinks about approaching you with something like pegging though.

When Killer finally gets to ask you about it, he's nearly about to faint with how much of his blood rushed to his cheeks, shockingly embarrassed even after all the thinking and practicing he did to make sure he wouldn't blush this hard

It gets worse (better) when you show your recuperation, very excited, and leaving him stuttering when you say you'd buy everything and surprise him.

And surprise him you did, from the amount of lube, to the strap-on, to the varying sizes of dildos you had bought.

You wanted to start off with the smallest one, 4 inches, when he shyly admitted he'd be ready for something bigger

Turns out he's been into anal play for a while, even before the relationship.

You still take your time, propping his hips up, spreading his legs, all while he's stomach down, rutting into the pillow under his hips as you slowing prep him

Surprised you know how to finger someone else other then yourself this good, or maybe it's just because its you it feels good, whatever he's to horny to care-please go deeper oh my god-

His thighs are shaking by the time you press the tip of the silicon to his hole, teasing him, rubbing it back and forth, asking him what he wants

Takes a minute but he can't handle to much teasing for long, practically wheezing out of breathe that he needs you to fuck him.

Killer's seeing stars, can't hold back the moans that the fake cock punches out of him, the thrusting of your hips unrelenting, no doubt his own is cock is already leaking

He's spiraling when you suddenly lift his hips, telling him to get on all fours, only to tangle a hand in his hair and tugging on it, holding it tight as his head's forced back, the other hand squeezing his hips to keep him in place as you bounce him on the strap

Move that hand to his throat, squeeze it instead and he's cumming untouched the hardest he's ever had.

Swears he might have blacked out, cause one second he's riding the best high ever, next he's being turned over and wiped off, but when he finally comes back from space, the pampering is fully appreciated

Wants to be pegged when he's stressed out or as a reward for good behavior, pegging really takes the energy out of him for a few lol

Heat

Heat has always known about pegging, and while he does enjoy it, he would not do it with anyone he doesn't trust.

That doesn't mean that you have to be dating even, just if he trusts you to fuck him right and not tell anyone the details about what happened.

Has his own strap and dildos already, has been pegged before and thoroughly enjoys it, but its usually where his past partners have stopped, not interested in the other kinks or fetishes he may have.

If you are together, or really good fwb that have been at it a while, there's a good chance you've already been established as his go to from now on.

While he likes pegging, he needs it spicier~ then killer, Heat gives me major pain sub vibes. Like in a master/submissive bdsm way.

Spank him. Do it, you won't regret it, and heat will enjoy it.

Likes it doggy, shove his face in whatever's below him and call him a slut, edge him OR overstimulate him.

Heat never gets tired of the scenes you set with him, whether their vanilla or hardcore.

His favorite is when it starts with you bending him over your knees, teasing him as you stretch him open, spanking his ass

Then shoving him onto the bed, face down, ass up as you tell him what you're about to do to him.

You're rough in the beginning, thrusting deep, quick and hard, using him instead of trying to get him off, it just makes him really bothered in a way he can't explain.

Now here you can either overstimulate him or edge him, really dependent on your mood or his behavior through the day.

Overstimulating Heat maxes out at him cumming 5 or 6 times when it finally starts going from overwhelming pleasure to a bit painful. He makes amazing noises though, so treat him right.

Edging Heat is probably the hottest thing ever, he can't stand not being able to touch himself or have you touch him, even worse if you do touch him but pull back or squeeze the bases of his cock right before he can cum.

He's breathing gets choppy and low, either whining or groaning but almost always with tears in his eyes or down his cheeks.

Ends with him loudly begging to cum, chest heaving and brain fighting for oxygen as he tries to beg while sobbing and panting.

The biggest load you have ever seen, usually flops to the side so he doesn't land in it but he has his moments where he is to tired to care, give him a minute then he'll be ready for a bath.

Only a bath, Heat is unable to use his jelly legs at the moment and won't be able to stand up for more then 3 minutes.

He may or may not give you the same treatment you gave him when you get rowdy with him next time ;)

[bimrsadler]

Can we pretty pretty PRETTY please have Arthur for 36 on the prompt list??? TY!! I love your stuff!

A GIF of mr after reading your work

Prompt: You’re Mine

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Warnings/tags: nsft, explicit smut, dirty talk, language, mild exhibitionism, slightly possessive Arthur

Word Count: 1,159

A/N: Thank you for the compliment, I love your stuff too! I tried to make this high honor Arthur but a little spicier than usual lol, slightly rough but with a little fluff too. Once again I’m unable to contain myself to a just a drabble. 🙈

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You hadn’t yet experienced an Arthur quite this insatiable before. Pressed against the wall of the hotel hallway, you weren't even to your room before he was all over you.

You stifled a moan at the gentle bite he gave to your neck, squirming under him. “What’s got you all hot n bothered tonight?”

“You always got me hot n bothered beautiful.” You felt his large hand wrap around the back of your neck while his other traveled up your dress and over your bare thigh.

“Yeah but…this is different Arthur,” you replied with bated breath.

He slowed his rutting but kept his lips on your neck as he spoke, “honestly? Seeing them men you was robbin’ touching ya like that? I hated it.” He moved to face you, looking down into your soft eyes as he tenderly dragged his knuckles along your cheek. “I know yer flirtin’ was just to reel ’em in but…they didn’t know that. And when they touched yer waist and everywhere else…”

Arthur had never been a jealous or possessive man with you, he knew you were loyal and trusted you to make your own decisions. He did suffer however, from a list of insecurities. You had no problem reassuring him he was good enough, or better than. Besides, you could think of worse ways for him to cope.

He gave a softer and less hurried kiss than the previous ones. “I just need to know I got ya here with me…”

It never ceased to amaze you how seamlessly Arthur could go from rough to tender, or even be both simultaneously. “ I’m here baby,” You returned his kiss and slowly slid your hand down his chest and into the front of his belt. “I ain’t fond of pretending to like those bastards but I am fond of robbin’ em. Besides, they can barely string sentences together, they wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasin’ a lady.” You ran your hand over the hard member pressing desperately against his jeans, “not like you can…”

Arthur’s demeanor became lustful again, a more confident gaze in his bright eyes. With a smirk he removed your hand and pinned your arms to the wall above your head. He stood with his chest touching yours, thigh pressed to your heat, staring down at you. His deep voice rumbled above you, “you’re mine.”

You let out an involuntary whimper and rubbed against his muscular thigh, searching for friction to relieve your ache.

“Ah ah ah,” he chided as he pulled back his leg to kick yours open, denying your touch. “Say it first.”

You moved your hips at the air, “I’m yours Arthur, I’m yours!”

A crooked smile on his face, he grabbed both of your wrists with one powerful hand and slipped the other into your undergarments, “good girl…”

You stifled a cry as he finally gave you the touch you needed, his fingers alternating between delicately moving on your clit and motioning inside of you. As much as you enjoyed it, you were still in a precarious location. Panting and biting your lip, you whispered, “someone could see us like this baby…”

“Let em see. Then they’ll know who you spread them legs for,” he stated sternly before stepping back to admire the mess he turned you into, “besides I bet you’d like that…wouldn’t you?”

The lewd sound of Arthur’s hand exploring your wetness and your hushed moans emitted through the hallway, clinking glasses and muffled voices coming from the floor below. Luckily it was a slow night, but still - as you were afraid of, the sound of boots came thudding up the stairs. Hurriedly you pushed your dress down and Arthur removed his fingers from you as you did your best to look inconspicuous.

Arthur looked you in the eye as he licked the slick off his fingers one by one, slow and filthy. The two men came into view while he finished sucking the last of you off of him. “Evenin’ gentlemen,” he said as casually as ever. They simply nodded and headed out onto the balcony.

After the shock wore off you teased, “Jesus…should I start flirtin’ with other men more often?”

Arthur chuckled darkly, “well I wouldn’t go that far…” he took a step toward you, “I would get yer ass in that bedroom though.”

Behind closed doors the two of you were free to remove your clothing as quickly as possible. You landed a playful push to Arthur’s chest for him to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet still planted firmly on the floor. Wanting to really drive home the point that you were indeed his, you climbed onto his lap and lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. He clutched your hips as you took him inch by inch, agonizingly slow.

After accommodating his size, you rode as fast and hard as you could, hands firmly on his sturdy chest while you bounced. He explored your body with his hands, roaming all over you, stopping to squeeze your ass and feel it shake with your movements.

Arthur readjusted so that he was on his elbows, bringing his mouth to suck and bite at each breast. You slowed to a relaxed pace of grinding, allowing his length to hit the sweet spot. Combined with the sensation of his warm and wet mouth on your chest, you came around him, crying out his name.

Arthur sat up and placed a hand around your neck with the other arm around your waist. He thrust up into you with all of his strength as you dug your fingernails into his shoulders. “That’s it princess…I’m the only man who gets to do this to ya.” You nodded with a whine.

Changing positions he returned his back to the mattress and used his hands to slam your hips up and down on his cock, the slap of his thighs hitting your ass with every buck. “Come inside me, make me yours,” you begged after sensing his closeness. That was all it took for his erratic hip movements to become slow, deep thrusts as he spilled inside of you with a groan. “Fuck…” he whispered softly while twitching at your entrance, feeling your combined slick and making sure to get every last drop into you.

After coming down from your high, you settled your head on Arthur’s chest while he laid on his back. “Hope I wasn’t too intense or anything sweetheart.”

“It did catch me off guard but no, I loved it,” you giggled.

Arthur kissed the top of your head, “well that makes two of us.” He became pensive and quiet for a moment before saying what was on his mind. “Ya know, I do know you’re mine. It’s just…nice to hear it sometimes. It’s hard to believe I got so lucky.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you reassured before peppering his neck with kisses and embracing him a little tighter.

[breadqueen95]

Dress - Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc: 5k

plot: bucky and y/n’s relationship is new, and they don’t want to share with their friends just yet. but something as simple as a dress can change anyone’s mind, even the winter soldier. 

content warnings: kissing. physical affection. flirting. allusions to sex. drinking. being drunk. language. bucky being a flirt. 

a/n: this is for @natasha-romancff and her taylor swift writing challenge! it took me awhile, but i’ve had a ton of fun writing this. so many bucky fics are angsty, and rightly so the man has some TRAUMA. but for my first bucky fic, based on dress by taylor swift, i wanted something happier for him 

***

Damn. That was a lot of leg.

“I don’t know,” you muttered as you stared into the mirror, “aren’t these things…a little classier than this?”

“Uh…have you met Tony Stark?” Natasha grumbled as she continued to scroll through her phone. “The man has never been classy a day in his life.”

“Well I know he isn’t, but fancy people show up to these things. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.” You were currently standing in front of the full-length mirror in Wanda’s room, staring at the reflection of a woman who didn’t quite look like you.

But it was you, wasn’t it? It was just…that you was wearing a very short, very sexy red cocktail dress. The sweetheart neckline was a nice touch, but the back was completely open. And that hemline? Definitely hiked way up past your knees.

“Y/n, relax,” Wanda reassured in her lilting accent, “sure, the dress is a little…spicier…than you’re used to, but it’s in a good way.”

“I’m pretty sure every single person would be able to tell I spend my days in tactical gear. God, I’m not sure I even know how to walk in heels this high!”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Natasha threw her phone down and looked at you in the mirror. Her eyebrows were raised, and she was giving you her usual ‘don’t give me that shit’ look. It nearly had you shaking in your very strappy black heels.

“Are you kidding me, y/n? I’ve seen you strut in enough fancy parties during undercover missions to know that you’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” Wanda scoffed as she took a sip of red wine from her glass, “all she’s nervous about is what Bucky will think.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide how much that sentence affected you.

“C’mon, Wanda. You know Bucky and I are just friends.”

“Do friends undress each other with their eyes whenever they’re in the same room?”

Damn it. Damn Wanda and her stupid perceptiveness.

“You’re reading too much into it, Wanda.” She just laughed at you, acting like she knew so much better.

What you knew and wasn’t ready to admit to your two best friends, was that she was right on the money.

Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier, your favorite person in the entire world, was now your boyfriend. He had been for a few weeks now. The two of you were insanely private people. Hell, it had been years before the two of you had finally learned everything about each other. Once you had gotten past the walls the other had so carefully crafted, well…

At that point you were in love.

But the others didn’t need to know that, not yet at least. The Avengers were a family, your family. They were really the only true family you’d ever had. But Bucky…Bucky was finally yours. And you were his. You didn’t think it was crazy to just want to enjoy that, just the two of you, without everyone else sharing their jokes and opinions just yet. They did it out of love, you both knew that, but you just wanted him all to yourself.

As you looked back at your reflection in the mirror, you took a minute to really consider what Bucky’s reaction might be. He had the best poker face in the room no matter who he was with, but you knew him well enough to know how he was feeling just based on his eyes. He’d always said how much he loved red on you, and he adored every and any excuse to touch your skin. Those steel blue eyes of his would absolutely burn once he saw you in this dress.

And fuck, that was something you really wanted to see.

“Well, if you aren’t going to wear that dress, you better pick something else,” Nat said, jerking you from your fantasies, “we need to be there in twenty minutes, and we all need to touch up our makeup.”

“Actually…I think I’ll wear it,” you said confidently, trying to hide your grin as you ran your hands down the silky fabric.

What you didn’t see was Natasha and Wanda sharing a secret smirk behind you, like they’d known what you’d do the whole time.

***

Six weeks ago, everything had changed for you and Bucky.

You’d known how you felt for a long time. Bucky Barnes, despite his past, was the kind of man anyone could fall in love with. He was sincere, kind, generous, witty…everything you’d ever wanted in a partner. He had been your best friend for even longer.

It had been a long time before you could even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him. After everything the two of you had been through, who had the time and mental capacity for romance? It just didn’t seem important. You just chalked up your feelings to being such close friends. All you wanted was to be near him, even if you just sat in silence doing different things. Just being in the same room as Bucky brought you a sort of peace you’d never had before. Whenever he touched you, even if it was just a brief hug or brushing your back to get past you, your skin erupted into goosebumps. But that was just because physical touch was still foreign to you, right?

And his smile. God, his wonderful smile…

Bucky didn’t smile much. He hid behind a mask of stoicism, a remnant from the trauma of his horrible history as the Winter Soldier. Showing any sort of emotion, especially happiness, was hard for him. But when he finally let himself smile? It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever see.        

It took several sleepless nights wrestling with those confusing feelings to figure it out. You didn’t just see Bucky as your best friend. You had it bad. Not just “oh my god he’s so handsome” bad, like the “I would take a bullet for you I’m so in love” bad. That revelation? It left you euphoric. It also left you scared.

Because you were so sure Bucky didn’t feel the same. And that thought was like a knife to the heart every time it flashed through your mind.

So you kept it to yourself. You tried to keep things as normal as possible, but your heart kept fluttering whenever he walked into a room. Being so close to Bucky meant you confided in each other about pretty much everything, and he knew you well enough to know you were hiding something.

It all exploded on a Tuesday night in the compound.

Tuesdays were your movie nights. Bucky had a lot of pop culture to catch up on, so on this night every week he would come by your room to watch a movie. It was a weekly tradition that kind of started by accident. You were shocked he still hadn’t made time to watch Lord of the Rings, so you forced him onto your couch with popcorn and The Fellowship of the Ring. He loved it so much, and immediately asked if you guys could watch The Two Towers the next week. How could you say no to him?

Tonight, you were watching 13 Going on 30. It was your all-time favorite romcom, and you figured you could both use a break from all the action and fantasy movies you’d been cycling through. Something with a happy ending was worth indulging in.

“Does that Matt guy look like Banner to you? Or is it just me?” Bucky asked through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Heh, maybe a little,” you said, “Give or take a few years.” He laughed at that, and you forced yourself to laugh quietly. You wanted to blurt out your feelings every time you looked at Bucky, so you’d gotten quieter and quieter every time you spent time with him. It was an awful reaction, and you knew he noticed. But it was better than losing his friendship, right?

After that awful and painfully obvious forced laugh, Bucky let out a huge sigh and paused the movie. He set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then turned to face you. Exasperation and hurt glimmered in his eyes.

“Y/n, what the fuck is going on with you?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t give me that,” he said sharply, “I know you better than anyone, and I know for a fact there’s something you’re not telling me. Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, god no!” You exclaimed.

“Well it must be something I did, because you’ve never been this quiet around me and it keeps getting worse. I hate it, and I want to know what I did so I can fix it.”

“Bucky, I’m serious, it’s nothing you did—”

“Then why? Why are you shutting me out?” He cut you off angrily, arms thrown wide. “You’re my best friend, I just don’t get why—”

“I don’t want you like a best friend, Bucky!” Your eyes went wide as the words flew from your lips. In the most comical way, you clapped your hand over your mouth as if you could stop the words that had already been said. Bucky’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

Oh fuck. He didn’t get it. Curse him and his old man ways.

“What does that even mean, Y/n? Are you saying you don’t want me around anymore?”

“Bucky, of course not. God, I would never want that. Never in a million years.”

“Then you better explain, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m over 100 years old. I need a little help here.”

“It means, uh…um,” you stuttered, wringing your hands together. “Is there any chance we can just forget I said that?”

“Nope, not a chance.”

“It means…it means that I care about you. As more than a friend.”

His entire face seemed to crinkle as he processed that. If you weren’t freaking out, you’d be obsessing over how damn cute it made him look. Then his eyes got wide as he began to make the connection. Your stomach nearly fell out of your ass as his eyes lifted again to meet yours.

“I…I think I know what you’re saying,” he nearly whispered, “I just need you to get real specific real fast, because I’m not about to say anything until I know exactly what you mean.”

“It means I’m in love with you, okay?” You burst out. Even through your mortification, there was a sudden sense of relief. A secret as big as that had definitely been weighing you down. Now that it was out there, that was one less thing you had to worry about.

His eyes grew even wider. How that was possible, you didn’t even know. That beautiful mouth of his began to turn up into a small smile as he gazed softly at you.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked, his smile getting wider with each passing second.

“What, you need it carved into stone or something?” You couldn’t help but sass him. Did you fucking stutter?

“No, it’s just…I never thought you’d feel that way about me.”

“Well, clearly I do. So you – wait, you mean you’ve thought about this before?”

“Of course I have,” he said as he shrugged, “I’ve been in love with you for two years now, how could I not think about it?”

You were instantly filled with warmth and pure bliss. In all your obsessing over your own feelings, you’d never allowed yourself to consider that he might feel the same about you. It just didn’t seem possible.

“I’m sorry,” you burst out, holding a hand up, “you’re telling me you’ve been into me for two years and didn’t say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” He shot back, inching closer to you.

“Because you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you because of stupid feelings I have.”

“But…I have those same ‘stupid feelings’ for you. So can we just cut the whole act and get on with it?” Bucky brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin so gently.

“Uh…um…get on with what?”

“Well I’d kinda like to kiss you, if you’re cool with it.”

“Bucky Barnes did you just use current slang to ask if you could kiss me?” You didn’t move an inch as his face moved right in front of yours, breath intermingling as you gazed into each other’s eyes. God, was this really happening?

“Yeah, guess your lessons worked,” he murmured.

“Well you better kiss me, then.”

As soon as your lips met, it was like coming home.

***

That memory, your favorite memory, replayed in your head as the three of you stepped into the elevator. Nat and Wanda were happily chatting about who would be there, what kind of antics Tony would cook up tonight, if there would be music we could actually dance to. You know, normal party things.

All you could think about was how long you had to stay until you could sneak off with your boyfriend.

You were so happy Wanda and Natasha had convinced you to wear this dress. When you’d first put it on, the difference from your normal look was so jarring that it took you a few minutes to get used to it. But now that you had, now that you felt the silky fabric shifting against your skin as you moved, now that you saw how dangerously long your legs looked in these heels…

Damn, you felt sexy.

And that sexy feeling? It made you want Bucky’s hands all over you.

But this was a party. A party thrown by Tony Stark, one of the most perceptive and observant people you’d ever met. If you left too soon, if he thought you weren’t “having enough fun”, he’d be more than a little upset. So you had to stay, drink, mingle, maybe dance a little…and then, maybe later, you could go do what you actually wanted.

The elevator pinged, indicating you had reached the topmost floor of the compound. This floor was home to a huge communal space, often used for just hanging out with the team. But on nights like tonight, Tony went all out and turned the space into something that resembled…a club?

The three of you stepped out into the massive room, upbeat music already blasting from the speakers. Typical Tony – he never really outgrew his love for dancing and parties. The bass thrummed through your body, making you want to move to the music. The lights were dim, but you could still tell who was around. It looked like you were some of the last members of the team to arrive. There was a huge bar off to the side, and Natasha headed that way right away. You turned to ask Wanda if she wanted to follow Nat, but she was already making a beeline for Vision. Smiling, you just turned right back around to follow Natasha. A drink sounded pretty good right now.

As you made your way to the bar, you felt more than a few pairs of eyes on you as you walked. You sneakily looked around as you went, noticing men and women watching you with admiration, and dare you say it, longing. As someone whose job was to blend in with the background all the time, this was a different and slightly addictive feeling. You leaned on the bar next to Nat right as the bartender slid her drink over to her.

“Straight whiskey tonight? Damn, going hard.” You quipped.

“Hey now, you know I can handle my liquor. It’s you we need to watch out for, you lightweight.”

Laughing, you scanned the party guests, looking for the one person you wanted to see. Tony had had arm around Pepper’s waist, both laughing at something Rhodey had said. Bruce lingered around them, drink in hand and looking a little nervous, but still happy to be included. Wanda and Vision were sitting quietly on one of the couches, both looking absolutely smitten with each other. Scott Lang, one of the newest additions, was busting some moves, while Peter Parker laughed as he watched. Thor, who was visiting from Asgard, laughed boisterously as he watched various guests try to lift his hammer. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. You loved these people so much.

Then, you saw him.

Bucky was with Sam and Steve, as usual. But even as Sam and Steve were talking animatedly next to him, those gorgeous blue eyes of his were glued to you. There was a kind of intensity in them you hadn’t seen before. Your breath whooshed from you body as he grinned at you. Trying to maintain the suggestive image your dress gave you, you managed to send a flirtatious smile his way, then turned back around to face the bar. Leaning against the counter, you knew he’d get an eyeful of your bare back. God, this was fun.

The bartender finally made his way over to you, and you ordered two tequila shots.

Nat turned to you, one eyebrow arched in surprise as she asked, “And you say I’m going hard? You can’t just down two shots right away, babe.”

“I’m not doing two shots; you think I’m stupid?” The bartender slid the shots over to you along with two lime wedges. “One is clearly for you.”

Unable to hold back a laugh, Natasha put her arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her side as she said, “Why the fuck not, let’s do it.” The two of you went through the process: salt, shot, lime. You couldn’t help but wince as you downed the harsh liquor. Of all the shots in the world, tequila probably tasted the worst. The only reason you kept going for it was the warmth it traced down your body, and you felt your muscles begin to loosen up.

“Two more,” you called over to the bartender.

“Uh, no,” Natasha shot at you, grabbing her whiskey, and pushing off the bar, “I’m good with my top shelf shit, you keep going after that gasoline if you want but I’m out.”

“C’mon, Nat,” you called out, “what am I gonna do with two shots?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone else, babe.” She said with a wave over her shoulder.

Sighing, you turned back to the ridiculously pretty bar (seriously, how much had Tony paid for this thing?). Who else would help you look cool and sexy at a bar for your secret boyfriend?

Okay, that was the cringiest thought you’d ever had. Gross.

As the bartender slid the tequila in front of you, you steeled yourself for the nastiness that was about to happen.

“Fuck, I didn’t think this through,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, you tend to do that,” a deep voice answered on your right. Instead of being the slightest bit surprised, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Something I can do for you, Barnes?” You looked up at him from under your lashes.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got an extra shot there. Thought I could bail you out.”

“Is that all?”

Bucky shifted so that your arms were just barely touching. His hand was right next to yours, and you reached out with your pinky to lightly brush his.

“Doll, you have the gall to show up in that dress and ask what I want as if you don’t already know?”

“Sorry Buck, I’m a little slow, must be the tequila. You should probably be a little clearer.”

Putting on quite the show of reaching for one of the shots, his mouth somehow ended up right next to your ear.

“I want you.”

It was lucky everyone was so distracted and couldn’t see how you shuddered at his words. Trying to maintain brain function, you managed to take the shot with him. You were now fully facing each other. He was wearing the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen, one that would put Tony Stark to shame. You couldn’t help but respond with that same energy despite the jitteriness his three little words had reduced you to.

“Well why don’t you—”

“Hello, my friends!” A booming voice sounded between you as Thor threw a huge arm over each of you. Bucky, with his stupid super soldier strength, didn’t really have a reaction to it. You, on the other hand, stumbled a little under the weight and force of it. “It’s so good to be back with you tiny humans.”

Was…was he slurring his words?

“Thor…are you drunk right now?”

He simply laughed in response. Well, that answered that.

“Of course I am, tiny person! It can’t be a party without good Asgardian wine.”

“Wait…you have literal god wine?” Bucky, who had a look of vague irritation on his face up to this point, now looked interested. Maybe even a little excited?

“Of course, metal appendage.”

“Dude, you can’t just call Bucky ‘metal appendage’—”

“He can if he lets me have some,” Bucky interrupted.

“We have a bargain!” Thor slapped Bucky on the back before scurrying back over to where he had come from, probably to get the wine he had promised.

“Bucky, you can’t even get drunk,” you hissed, “what exactly is the point of this?”

“Since everything happened, I haven’t found any alcohol strong enough to get me drunk. I figure god wine is worth a shot.”

“Bucky—”

“When I kiss you against a wall later, I wanna be a little tipsy,” he whispered in your ear, “that cool with you?”

Unable to keep yourself from smiling again, you nodded as Thor sauntered back over. Ever since that moment a few weeks ago, right before he kissed you for the first time, asking “is that cool with you?” had become your thing.

And the idea of Bucky kissing you against a wall? Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

***

As it turns out, Asgardian wine is just as potent as Thor had promised.

For the first time in over seventy years, Bucky Barnes was certifiably drunk. It made him feel like the Bucky from all those years ago, and it was the most incredible thing. Here he was, over 100 years old, partying, and all his favorite people were here.

Including his ridiculously hot girlfriend.

Even as they both flitted around the party, Bucky and y/n still found each other’s eyes, even from across the room. They would send winks, smiles, even funny faces. All he wanted to do was be right next to her, talk and dance with her all night…

But they had agreed. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret for now, keep the attention off of them for a bit while they got to know each other in this new way.

But god damn, that dress.

Y/n in red was…indescribable. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was always the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. But in red? In this dress?

She was breathtaking.

“Buck, you breathing?”

A hand waved in front of his face, snapping Bucky’s attention back to the people around him from Y/n’s back. He had been imagining putting his hands all over that back later and had gotten more than a little mesmerized. He managed to get his eyes to refocus, finding a drunk Sam smirking right next to him and an even drunker Steve dancing next to him. But what Steve was doing couldn’t really be called ‘dancing’ per say…more like an aggressive wiggle.

“Why wouldn’t I be breathing?” Of all the things he could’ve said to get Sam’s attention off of him, that wasn’t it.

“Uh, probably because the girl you’re in love with decided to show up and show off tonight? Pretty sure you’re drooling, man.”

Despite himself, Bucky slapped a hand across his mouth, only reducing Sam to wheezing laughter. Knowing he had been caught, he rolled his eyes and grimaced a little. Of all the people to catch him, he wished it hadn’t been Sam.

“I wasn’t…staring… at y/n, I just never see her dressed up is all.”

“I never said anything about the girl being y/n.”

“…fuck.”

“LANGUAGE,” Steve yelled out, pointing a finger at his two friends before returning to his shimmying.

Turning back to him, Sam added, “Just go be with her, Buck. You’re not fooling anyone, and neither is she.”

“We’re that obvious?”

“A few weeks ago you’d at least try to hide it. Now I’m surprised you’re not jumping each other’s bones right here right now.”

“Point taken,” Bucky said, lightly slapping Sam’s shoulder before power walking over to his girl.

***

“Nat, if you don’t stop asking about Bucky and I’s relationship, I’m going to kick you,” you called over the music before taking another swig from your glass. It was no Asgardian wine, but the human stuff wasn’t half bad in your opinion. It wasn’t like you could drink the god shit, anyway. If you had even one sip, you’d be swinging from the ceiling like Miley fucking Cyrus. You were pretty drunk as it was.

“Okay, fine,” she said with a shrug as she took a sip of her whiskey, still as calm and collected as ever. “You’re almost as drunk as he is, you’ll be talking soon enough.”

“Oh? Is that your spy master plan?”

Natasha was still looking as unbothered as ever, but as she looked across the room over your shoulder, her face split into a savage grin.

“It was, but it looks like I might not need it.”

“What do you me—”

Your words were cut off as a large, warm hand enclosed around yours. Whirling around, you were suddenly face to face with the man himself. Bucky was clearly having a good time. His mouth was relaxed into the cutest smile you’d ever seen him wear, and he moved without his normal stiffness and intensity. He threaded your fingers together, smiling down at you with so much love it was a wonder Nat hadn’t said anything yet.

Looking back in front of you, ready to explain yourself, you only found empty air. Guess she’d seen all she needed to, but honestly, you really didn’t care. All you’d wanted the whole night was to be exactly where you were right now; hand in hand with the man you loved.

“We’re just kidding ourselves, doll,” Bucky called next to your ear, “Sam said we’ve been pretty obvious.”

“Nat said the same,” you answered with a sheepish smile, “kind of hard to keep my face under control when you’ve got that leather jacket on.”

“You’re blaming me?” He asked with mock indignation. “You’re the one who looks,” he gestured wildly to your whole body, “like that!”

Trying ignore the heat spreading over your cheeks, you shot back, “Like what?”

“Like the most…” he screwed his face up in the most adorable way as he searched for words, “like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” As the last few words tumbled out of his mouth, he gazed at you with such a softness you almost melted right into the floor.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, finally giving up the game. It was pointless, really. Now, all you wanted to do was for your boyfriend to keep his promise and kiss you against a wall.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he answered, “Absolutely.” Without looking at a single soul, the two of you began walking as quickly as you could for the exit. You and Bucky were both leaning on each other a bit, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Stepping out into the light of the hallway, you blinked as your eyes adjusted after the dark room you’d spent the last few hours in. Bucky led you until you were right in front of the elevator, and he lazily pressed the button to go up. There was tension in the air between you, like a thread that was being pulled. Biting your lip, you stared at the doors in front of you. You knew if you so much as looked at the man next to you, you’d jump him right then and there.

The shining doors slid open, and the pair of you walked in, his strong arm still around your waist. His grip wasn’t loose in any sense of the word. Bucky kept you right next to him, even as your legs wanted to drift all over the place. You pressed the button for the residential floor.

As soon as those doors slid shut, that thread of tension snapped.

Bucky whirled you to face him, then walked you backward until you were pressed against the wall of the elevator.

“I promised I’d kiss you against the wall, didn’t I?”

He didn’t even wait for a response. His mouth was on yours in an instant, lips moving together like a dance. The kiss was slow and unhurried. You tried to bring him closer, linking your hands behind his neck and pressing yourself to him. Instead of responding in kind, he unwound your arms from around him and pinned them above your head.

Oh damn.

Okay.

No complaints here.

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night just by wearing that dress, sweetheart,” he murmured in between the kisses he trailed down your jaw, “I think it’s my turn.”

“Would it change your mind knowing I only wore this dress so you could take it off?”

The heat that bloomed in those blue eyes of his was unmistakable. As the doors opened on your floor, he swept you up into his arms and began to walk purposefully to his apartment. All the while, he kept that signature cocky smirk of his you’d come to adore.

“Bucky?” You asked once he’d walked into his unit.

“That sentence was the single most attractive thing you’ve ever said,” he murmured as he set you down. Even still, he kept you pressed against him. “But nah, I’m a patient guy. I think I’ll take my time.” He followed this by resuming his slow and sensual kisses, and you couldn’t help but melt into them.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that, doll. I love you too.”

***

[miusbra]

PAIRING : Remus Lupin x F!Reader

Summary: y/n enjoys writing fanfics about her crush Remus Lupin.

Warnings: Spicy thoughts and my english

You ran away from the party, going down the stairs towards the garden.  Two shoes in one hand and with the other picking up the cloth from your dress so it wouldn't get dirty.

You had been ghosted by your dance partner, Adam Slinkhard, a popular Ravenclaw who apparently had asked you out as a joke. He might be making fun of you with his friends right now.

The only thing you knew is that now you are alone, filled with tears and with an earth-stained dress that looked ridiculous. And if it couldn't go worse, Remus didn't even glance towards you in the whole night, because, yes, you had spent the whole party waiting for him to ask you to dance with him.

"I'm stupid and naive. I didn't want to go with Adam in the first place, and now I'm the biggest clown ever" You thought. " what am I supposed to do in the middle of the garden? I have to pass through the hall to go back to my room and now everyone will see the mess I am in"

"Excuse me? I saw you running away" You heard a voice from behind you.

When you turned around, you couldn't believe your eyes. Your crush, Remus Lupin, standing in front of you.

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"Why did I write this crap?" You whispered to yourself "He didn't even look at her and then he runs after her to make sure she's ok? Duh."

You were rereading all the fanfics you had written until today. Obviously, they were all about your crush, Remus Lupin, your classmate who had only talked to you once.

Everything started when you joined a literature club during the summer between fifth and sixth. In the beginning, you wrote about science fiction, mythology, comedy, but nothing matched the sensation of writing romance. Writing became a necessity after meeting him for the first time.

At first, you wrote about your first interaction between the two of you, when he lent you his transfiguration notes after you got sick for three days because of one of his friend's pranks.He had been so nice that she felt like she had to immortalize the moment so she could remember the exact interaction for years.

She started making up stories in her head so she decided to write them down too. The first one was about him giving her flowers for her birthday, then everything went spicier. If someone read those stories she would have to throw herself through the Astronomy Tower, and that didn't sound nice.

"Are you paying attention to McGonagall?" Mary MacDonald, who was sitting beside her, asked her. You put all your fanfics inside your bag without noticing one had fallen out of it.

"No, I'm sorry,  I was organizing my potion's notes" you lied.Mary smiled awkwardly but didn't talk back, you weren't friends after all so it was understandable.

5 minutes after, the lesson ended so you rushed to the door. You went to the library to finish your homework with your friends.The new defense against the dark arts teacher was very demanding so he would always give extra tasks.

"How am I supposed to know how does a Kappa smells?" Her friend Amelia asked.

"Don't ask me, I haven't even started" you answered taking out your DADA notes and homework.

"What have you been doing then?"

"I was just thinking, you know, anything is better than doing those stupid essays"

"You haven't been concentrating on your studies recently" Amelia complained " I'm really worried. You will fail DADA if you keep using your mind for boys"

"What are you even talking about? I have never been so concentrated"

"You know what I'm talking about, don't play dumb around me, Y/N" Amelia rolled her eyes. "Your marks are really concerning"

"Amelia, I don't care about boys" you lied.

"There he is" Amelia said looking behind you.

"Hi" a male voice sounded.

"Hello, Lupin" Amelia smiled at him, and then she shifted her glance to you.

"Hello, Hawking, I wanted to talk to Y/L/N in private, if it's possible" Remus asked politely.

"Yes, sure, alright, I'm all yours" you replied "I mean, I'm free, well, I'm able to talk, you know?"

Stop. being. awkward.

You followed Remus through the corridors until finding somewhere to talk.

"What did you want to discuss with me, Lupin?" You tried to sound formal as if you had never written pure smut about him.

"It is complicated" Remus said touching his nape nervously.

"Don't worry, just spit it out" you sounded relaxed, but your mind was creating ten thousand different timelines where he kisses you roughly against the bookshelf.

"When transfiguration class finished i accidentally found a paper of yours" he started.

oh no

"I didn't know what it was, or if it was private, I just wanted to know the owner so I could return it back" he continued, his cheeks getting red.

This can't be real. This never happened in your imagination. This shouldn't even happen in the reality.

"So, I read it. In the beginning, I was kind of... surprised?" He took a second to think "Don't get me wrong, I'm honored that you think so highly of me"

This is all a prank, yes it is.

"Well, I just came here so I could give it back to you" he breathed slowly and gave the paper to me "You don't have to say anything"

I read the paper as fast as I could.

No. No. No.

It was this morning's dance story in which he dance with her after realizing she was alone. The cringiest story of them all.

"I'm so sorry you had to read it" I said, I was nearly speechless, so I couldn't find the words to say.

"You don't have to apologize"

"I do, i will burn all my stories if that makes you feel better"

"Don't, in fact, your story encouraged me to ask someone out for the Christmas dance" Remus said proudly, he was still red, tho.

"Christmas dance?" you asked, if there was a Christmas dance you would be the first one to know it.

"Yes, the one McGonagall was talking about earlier"

"Oh, I wasn't paying attention," you said " Well, I'm happy you've already asked a lucky girl or boy out" you faked a smile.

"In fact, I haven't done it yet, I was about to do it before I came across your paper."

"Again, I'm sorry, but you can feel free to go right now, I won't bother you anymore with my fanfics"

"Alright" Remus caught to clean his throat "Will you go to the dance with me?"

"Is this supposed to be a rehearsal or something?"

"I'm asking you to go to the dance with me," he said awkwardly. "But it's fine if you don't want to go with me, i just asumed because..."

"Oh my god, you are asking me out. I'm such an idiot" you said covering your eyes with your hands in embarrassment.

"Yes, I think that being your dance partner will make things easier than in your fanfic because both imagination Remus and real Remus have feelings for you, so we can skip the Adam Slinkhard being a jerk part"

"Is this real or are you making fun of me?"

"Completely real"

"Then, yes. Remus, I want to go to the dance with you"

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❅𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

You huffed as you tried to zip up your dress but to no avail. It would not budge because of the baby bump that was growing. In one last attempt to zip it up, you actually ended up ripping the zipper, causing you to gasp in horror.

"Oh no." Your hand covered your mouth as you stared in shock at yourself in the mirror.

"Honey are you ready to go?" Hongjoong asked, as he came into the room.

Hongjoong noticed how you kept staring at your reflection in the mirror, immobile and not responding to him.

"Hey baby? What is it?" He came up behind you, his arms sliding down protectively around your stomach.

Unwillingly, you let out tears and started sobbing.

"I'm....fat." You whined as you wiped some tears off your face, effectively making some of your eye makeup smudge.

Hongjoong pouted and shook his head cutely at you.

"Baby no. You're not fat. You're carrying a baby, our baby. Our beautiful little bundle of joy that we created together and that I can't wait to bring into this world with you."

You smiled softly at his words. Placing a kiss to your cheek, he continued:

"You're absolutely beautiful love. And if I must admit, I think you look more lovely with the baby bump." He sent a wink to you through the mirror, causing you to burst out giggling.

"Tell you what? Let's skip the dinner date and just stay home and cuddle. Ok?"

❅𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

Sitting on your bed, waiting for Seonghwa to come out of the bathroom, you kept replaying your mother in law's words in your head.

"I remember when I gave birth to Seonghwa. He came a little earlier than expected while his father was away on a business trip. So I had to go through the birth process all alone. You can imagine how scared I was."

Her story shook you to your core. Seonghwa often had to go away. What if the same thing happened to you? What if he misses the birth of your child? And you had to endure all of it alone?

You were so immersed in your worries, you failed to notice that Seonghwa was standing next to you and were woken up when his hand touched your shoulder.

"What is it my dear?" He asked, knowing something was troubling you.

"I don't want to go through this by myself..." You admitted, one of your hands going to your bump to get your point across.

Seonghwa understood what you were talking about, the way you kept quiet and became pensive when his mom told her story did not go unnoticed by him. Seonghwa kneeled in front of you. Taking your hands in his, he promised you:

"And you won't. I'm not going to leave you or our child alone during this time. My father missed my birth and it's something that he regrets to this day. I don't want to do the same. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm going to be there every step of the way. I promise."

Leaning in, he sealed his promise with a kiss, and you were now much calmer with his reassuring words.

❅𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped inside the house, relieved to finally be back in the comfort of your own home. It's not that you hated your in laws, but to have them constantly tell you how to take care of their future grandson, because apparently you don't know what you're doing, irritated you.

If you were honest, at times you felt like they just saw you as an incubator instead of what you really were: Yunho's wife and mother of his child. It was horrible.

You went to the kitchen and decided to prepare yourself a little snack. You opted for something on the spicier side since you were craving it really badly. Right at that moment, Yunho came in and when he saw what you were eating he quickly took it away.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, trying to get your food back.

"You can't eat spicy food. Mom said it increases the risk of a miscarriage. " Yunho said while holding the plate high above your head.

"No it doesn't! Now give it back." You desperately tried to jump and take it away from him.

"Y/N stop doing that. It could hurt the baby or-"

"Oh for fuck's sake Yunho will you shut up and stop repeating everything your parents say?! I'm sick and tired of them basically tell me I'm not a good mother. I already feel shitty enough as it is with the mood swings and pregnancy pains, and I don't need you or anyone else making me feel worse than I already do!"

You finally snapped. You turned around and began crying tears of pain, fear, rage and frustration. Yunho felt horrible. He realized now he should have protected you more but he didn't. Carefully, he hugged you from behind.

"Baby, you're doing an amazing job. You'll see, you're going to be the best mom in the whole world. I'm proud of you. And.... I'm sorry about my parents. I promise I won't let them have a say in how we raise our baby anymore. Ok?"

He turned you around and began wiping your tears away.

"Don't cry anymore love. I hate to see you cry. Could you please smile for me?"

❅𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

It was already difficult for Yeosang and you to get pregnant. You spent almost 3 years trying, about to give up hope, when it finally happened. You were pregnant and Yeosang was elated with the news.

Although you and him were extremely careful, being your first child and everything, you still felt uneasy at times. It didn't help when you went to visit your family and ended up finding out all of your aunts have had at least 1 miscarriage before.

"Don't be so surprised dear. All women in our family have had a miscarriage."

You looked over at your own mother, who unfortunately had to confirm their allegations and tell you about the older sister you were supposed to have.

Since then you became paranoid. It was already a struggle to get pregnant, what if you were to actually lose the baby. One night, you had a terrible nightmare that had you shaking and bawling your eyes out. It was so intense, Yeosang had to wake you up and hold you for 10 minutes until you calmed down.

You then told him about what your aunts said, about your dream and your fear of something happening to your baby. Although Yeosang was scared as well, he had to be strong for both of you.

"Honey, please don't think such things. So far we've been very careful about this and the doctor says everything is fine. If you worry too much about this, it could be harmful."

"I know, I know Yeosang.....but what if I do have a miscarriage? What will we do then? How do we know we won't have one?" You asked him.

Yeosang held back the tears threatening to spill out. He refused to imagine that scenario in his head.

"We don't know Y/N, no one ever knows these things....but I do know that I love you and our baby. And I know we're doing our best. I can't promise you that nothing will happen....but whatever happens, I want you to know you're not alone. I'm here with you, by your side and we're going to get through all this together. No matter what comes."

Yeosang kissed your forehead reassuringly. Although he was scared, he had hope that both of you would be able to bring your baby into this world safely and unharmed.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

You immediately turned off the TV. You internally cursed yourself for watching another drama therapist show. You usually rolled your eyes when it turnt out someone cheated on their spouse, but this recent one made you paranoid. Because the husband had cheated on his pregnant wife because 'he had needs she couldn't fulfill'.

It got you paranoid. You immediately started wondering if San would ever cheat on you, that is if he hadn't already. It had been 5 months since you last had sex. For all you knew, he could be seeing someone else. As if on cue, San walked into the house.

"Hi honey. How's my lovely-"

"Who are you seeing?" You immediately accused him.

San looked at you as if you were crazy.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Don't lie to me! Who are you cheating on me with?" Maybe you were jumping to conclusions too hastily, but you were so anxious to think rationally.

"Who am I cheating on you with? What has gotten into you woman?" San could not believe what he was hearing.

That's when you broke down and confessed rather embarrassingly the whole situation. San listened to you patiently, without judgment and you felt worse.

"I'm sorry." You apologized.

"Baby it's fine, I get why you'd get worried, but trust me. I'm not some asshole that's going to cheat on my wife, who by the way is carrying my child. I mean seriously, who does that?" San actually cringed at the thought, making you laugh a little.

"Baby I love you and only you. And why would I want anyone else when I'm lucky enough to have all this?" San smiled as he pulled you close to him.

"So you still find me attractive?" You asked with doe eyes.

San chuckled.

"Baby I think you're the most beautiful person in the world. And besides....."

Carefully, he picked you up and began taking you to your bedroom.

"Who says we can't make love while you're pregnant?"

❅𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi came into the house all happy. Wanting to surprise you with a date in a fancy restaurant, he waltzed into the room and hugged you tightly.

"Hi love!" He screeched loudly as he pecked your lips.

"And hello to you as well." He gently rubbed your belly, cooing softly.

He looked back at you, noticing that you loved out of sorts.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"I'm just not in a good mood." You replied, your voice had a cold tone to it.

Mingi smiled. "Perfect! I know just how to cheer you up! I made reservations for a date! So why don't you make yourself look even more beautiful so we can go?"

"I don't want to." You said, sitting on the bed.

Mingi pouted at you.

"But baby. I really want to take you and our baby out. So please-"

"No Mingi! I told you, I'm not in a good mood! I'm cranky and this pregnancy is killing me, I'm sore all over my body and I'm carrying an extra 40 pounds that I'm not used to and it's all your fault!"

Mingi stood there, shook at your sudden outburst.

"My fault?"

"Yes! You were the one who wanted to have a baby, it was your idea yet you're not the one having to go through all this! It's me! You selfish idiot!" You crossed your arms and glared at him.

Usually Mingi would have been hurt by your words, but after months of dealing with your raging hormones, he knew you didn't actually mean what you said. Sitting next to you, he wrapped an arm around you.

"Come on Y/N, you know you don't mean that..."

Chuckling, he teased:

"And if I remember correctly, you were thrilled and wanted to immediately start trying when I brought up the idea of having a baby."

You poked your bottom lip out in annoyance, not wanting to admit he was right. Mingi laughed softly and kissed your pouty lips.

"Did you know you're even more adorable when you get all feisty and angry?" He said as he pinched your cheeks.

"Stop." You swatted his arm away, unable to contain the smile that soon spread on your face.

Mingi may be your annoying husband at times, but he always knew how to make you soft.

❅𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

"Must you go?"

You held onto Wooyoung's arm, refusing to let him go.

"I'm sorry about canceling movie night darling, but it's important and the guys need me."

Wooyoung sighed as he put on his jacket and began loading his revolver.

"It's not that it's just..."

You stopped yourself and looked down. Wooyoung stopped what he was doing and caressed your arms.

"What is it babe?" He urged you to tell him.

You looked at him and told him:

"I'm scared ok? You've been doing this for years, but now I'm scared. Scared of something happening to you...or someone breaking in and hurting me or our baby..."

You couldn't form any more words, getting choked up with your emotions. You began thinking about all the worst case scenarios that could possibly happen. For all you knew, you could end up being a young widow and single mother for the rest of your life.

Wooyoung pulled you against him, his hand stroking your hair. That was all it took for you to start crying as you held onto him like your life or his depended on it.

"Sweetheart, I promised I'd protect you and I'm not breaking my promise. Nothing will happen to you or our child." He whispered softly.

"What about you? What if something happens to you while on a mission?"

Wooyoung actually let out a laugh at that.

"Babygirl, nothing can kill me. I'm practically bulletproof."

You hit his chest.

"What? It's true. Come on Y/N. I'm not about to let anything happen to me. I need to stay alive to be there and hold our precious daughter when she arrives."

You rolled your eyes.

"We don't know if it's a girl yet-"

"She's a girl! And that's final! We're having a girl!" He exclaimed, refusing to believe he was wrong.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

"What's on your mind honey bunch?"

Jongho knew you well enough to know something was troubling you.

"Do you think this was a good idea?" You asked him.

"Ordering food from this place? Definitely not. This is why I say we don't try new places." Jongho let out a tiny 'bleh' when he tried something that was a little too spicy for his liking.

"No....I mean...the baby."

Jongho dropped his fork and looked at you in shock.

"You're....you're not actually regretting this..are you?" He was afraid to hear your answer.

"No, not the baby .... but me." You said.

"You? Why?" Jongho got up and went immediately went to your side.

"I mean....what if I end up being a bad mother? What if I don't know what to do? I'm scared Jongho." You looked at him, face full of worry.

"Pumpkin, listen. I'm scared too. I mean.... it is our first time."

You both chuckled at that .

"But the thing is, we're both going to try our best to give our baby a good life and to protect it as best we can. And I can assure you that I think you'll be a wonderful mother."

Your eyes lit up at his comment.

"You really think so?"

Jongho nodded and pulled you onto his lap.

"I do. I mean, you take good care of Mingi. I'd say you already know the basics of taking care of a baby." He snorted.

You laughed despite not wanting to.

"You're so mean to him!"

"If you want extra practice, I can ask him to come."

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[tenderlyrenjun]

The One with the Halloween Party

summary: your best friend has a halloween party but all you want to do is make out with your secret fuck buddy

↛ ↛ ↛ best friend’s younger brother!Yanyang x older reader

↛ ↛ female reader, college au, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, halloween party, sneaky relationship, secret make out sessions in a closet, inspired by Monica and Chandler from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (the one where phoebe hates pbs), the next part is going to be spicier (smut)

↛ word count: 7,6k; previously titled: “The One with the Best [Sex] I’ve Ever Had”

preview > part one > part two

It becomes exceedingly apparent that Ten never replaced the strike plate – the gold one, in the closet door by the front entrance of his apartment. He has been living here for two years and still has not replaced the locking mechanism. And you only really take notice because you feel it. The door opens way too easily. You are not even sure why you turn the handle, since the door opens so easily, so goddamn easily. Then, on top of that, the strike plate scratches your nose when you peek out the coatroom. You have to send prayers, begging for no one to hear you creak open the door or hear the squeak from your throat. And the spotlight effect theory, that Yangyang rambled on last week before his social psych midterm, comforts you somewhat, reminding you that all those cliché Halloween costumes in the living room are probably not attune to your indecency as you think they are. Maybe a quickie during Ten’s overcrowded Halloween party (although it was not this packed last year) was not the best decision. Especially, since your own cheerleading skirt, equally cliché, slips down your waist for the first time tonight, rather than riding up like it did minutes before. And you tiptoe back into the closet again, half-bent over to stop your outfit from completely falling off while pressing a hand to close the door as silently as possible. The thought of accidentally exposing yourself in front of all your friends is so embarrassing that your face heats up nearly enough to brighten the room, like a candle or 80s built house.

Right into Yangyang’s bare chest.

“Ow,” you mutter, palm protectively flying to your forehead. It did not hurt – bumping into him, but hopefully, covering some parts of your face understate the extent of this mortifying rendezvous. You take a baby step backward, then knock into the door and the tongue rattles, making you stiffen, making you freeze for a second. Yangyang puts his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them warm, as you look over your shoulder to verify that the door is still, in fact, closed. Both you and Yangyang are honestly incredibly lucky that no one caught you two, so when you confirm the locked door, your arms droop and you lull closer to Yangyang. Your eyes open after a second, and you jolt up again, realizing just how naked he is and how naked he is going to stay. You drag your nails down his pecs and ball your fingers into loose fists before completely breaking off him.

“Back up,” you whisper-shout, as if this command is part of some grand scheme.

Yangyang smirks, his smile curling wider. “I’m not the one touching someone’s rock hard abs.”

You want your glare to push him back, like your command, between all the jackets and superhero capes, but you get provoked by his cockiness. He was so much quieter and pliable when you first met. Now, you are the quiet, pliable one, or at least you are in this situation. Yet you bite at him – with your words, not your lips like his evil grin implies that he wants. “You wish.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” Yangyang approaches you, gauging your reaction until his breath ghosts over yours. And not seeing any actual restraint, he kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly, like it could start another round. Then he lowers his lips to your ear and whispers, “Or five minutes ago.” You wonder if he can feel your eye roll because he tries to change it from annoyed to turned on, sucking on the vein behind your ear.

And for that reason, you put a hand on his chest again, this time lower, on his stomach, specifically on his abs. His smirk broadens and his lips part again, aggravatingly making that clicking sound with his tongue, so you push on him. “Just –“ You pull your hand back to your face again, noticing the lack of change in warmth between his stomach and your face; maybe he is as embarrassed as you are, or turned on all over again. The latter is worse, probably, hopefully, not really. He looks really good and you just want to … You shake your head. “Wait a minute after I leave so this –“ You gesture between yourselves, touching his stomach again, then jerking away again. “- doesn’t look suspicious.”

Yangyang grabs your waist, sympathetically, although not entirely agreeing with your request. He tugs your bottoms over you ass and you expect him to retract immediately after, including the baby step that you asked for, but he only stops you from moving, keeping you locked in place – in place next to him. You roll your eyes again, unhooking his hands. Before you can completely detach, he interlocks your fingers and pushes you against the door, kissing you warmly.

Your head knocks into the door, loudly you think, and you stiffen again. Until his left hand travels behind your knee, up your thighs, and his lips open over yours, his tongue sliding next to yours. You stand on your toes, back curving into his embrace, off the extremely wiggly door, your arms hugging him closer as he pulls you up, pulls your clothes up. His right hand slides down your spine, thumbing at your waistband. This entire embrace is another persuasion, you note, and it usually works, like those mornings before AB Psych, but you two are in a closet, at a party, barely blocked by an unfastened doors that you are actually not sure is soundproof. So, you come down onto your heels and bring your hands to his chest again.

“Mmm mmm.” You shake your head off him. He trails you forward but you end the embrace, tightening your hands over the lapels, to close it, to close off his dumb attractive abs this time. “We have to get back.”

Yangyang pokes your personal bubble again, sliding his chest onto yours, and your arms stretch behind his neck, the closeness giving you some pressure on your boobs. He looks at you for a second, pupils scanning your eyes before he bends his neck on your, opening his mouth during an open mouth kiss.

“We’ve only been gone for a minute,” he seduces you, simultaneously sliding his tongue between your lips to prod at yours.

You slide your hands onto his face, comfortably holding his jaw in place as you look into his eyes, reinforcing your reasoning. “Try twenty.” You sigh, letting go of him. “I feel like such a bad guest. I haven’t even greeted the host yet.”

“Ten will be fine,” Yangyang reassures you, pushing past your fingertips to kiss you again. “Meanwhile –“ He kisses you deeply and you exhale, basically melting all over again. If he did not support you, you might have fallen onto the ground. God, he has some effect on you, and you cannot entirely describe it. “- I am not fine. You could greet me a little more enthusiastically.”

“I’m pretty sure you finished being so enthusiastic, a minute ago,” you scold. You square your hands over his shoulders and gently lean him off you, successfully separating him in the process, then reach for the doorknob. “We’re playing a risky game here, with the door unlocked.”

Yangyang slants forward, fusing you with the door. Your arm bends behind you, at your side, as he envelopes you, so he relaxes you again, taking down your elbow. You look at him with wide, pouting eyes, like that iPhone emoji. He can keep persuading you, effectively, and you will stay with him, but …

“Mmm mm,” you protest, pulling away. You hit your head on the door, hoping that it was not loud enough for someone to hear. “We – I really have to get going.”

Yangyang sighs, ceding, “Alright, fine.”

He beckons you out, looking away, flicking his wrist. And you wonder if he is actually complying. You look from him to the door, stuttering back to him. This would be the time for him to persuade you into staying again, and his gaze is devastating enough to convince you, but you really have to enter the party. As you grip the doorknob again, Yangyang hugs your back, clasping his hands like a belt over your skirt, and you can feel him pout into your shoulder, chin descending further into your skin. You placate him with a brief kiss to his knuckles – something chaste and fleeting, nothing like the fluttering in your heart. And since you cannot see his expression, you wonder if he actually enjoys these small acts of intimacy, of if he cringes; if he does cringe, then he is really good at hiding it, because you cannot perceive anything from him. Although, the moments in bed, in the most intimate hours, when the pads of his thumbs press into your lower back, you think that he feels it too.

Unfortunately, he cannot do that right now. And you head out the door first, straightening your direction over to the bar like a new arrival, or like someone who did not come to their best friend’s party just to make out with said best friend’s younger brother, or closest thing to a younger brother as he can get.

It only takes a few seconds for Yangyang to consider your goodbye, before completely rejecting it, then he groans into the empty closet, throwing his gaze at the ceiling. After, he pokes his head out the door, looking left and right like crossing the street, until the coast is clear for him to leave. When he rejoins the party, he instinctively searches for you among the cliques of cliché Halloween costumes. And he finds you, easily if he might add, at the bar, chatting with Jacob, probably about your matching basketball uniforms. Well, you wear a Trailblazer’s outfit and him a Jazz one – natural rivals but neither of you take it serious enough to start an argument in a semi-public setting.

Yangyang waits for you to leave the bar and meet up with Ten, interrupting his conversation to say hello. He nicks a capri sun from the fridge, then joins you right after with a bright smile on his face, middle fingers pressing into your lower back like a greeting wave. The act might have been offensive, had you been in a club and he a stranger, but he knows you, he likes you. And he smiles even wider when you relax into his hand. Nevertheless, Ten stands three feet away, putting the two of you on edge, and your spine straightens in the most attentive way possible, like you are a military subordinate or something, even though you are dressed as a basketball cheerleader from the U.S. state where you spent a winter semester abroad during freshman year, before Yangyang joined your university. So, to make the conversation more natural, Yangyang high-fives Ten, while you take his juice box away and open it for him. He stares at you, smile faltering, suddenly feeling smaller as you take care of him and Ten resumes whatever the hell you two had been talking about until he entered the conversation.

“Oh, come on,” Ten whines, hitting your arm after you hand Yangyang the capri sun. You glare at him sharply, then make sure Yangyang is okay, rubbing his arm comfortingly. He wants it to mean more, because he does not know what you want from him, but now is not the time, not when you are trying to keep everything on the DL. “I want to meet the guy who is the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Yangyang mimics your body language, though peppier as he smirks. “Really?” he asks Ten. “That’s what you heard?” He turns to you, tilting his head teasingly. “That’s really what you said?”

You baby-step out of the trio, slightly further from Yangyang specifically until you knock into Winwin behind. Your conversation partners giggle at you as you throw a small apology over your shoulder, then you glare at them upon returning to the group. You exhale slowly, giving yourself time to think before speaking, and redirect your annoyance at Yangyang more than Ten. “I might have.”

“Why didn’t you invite him to the party, huh?” Ten asks, bumping shoulders, wiggling suggestively. He raises his eyebrows, glancing at Yangyang to rope him into the teasing too and he falls into it because your mystery boyfriend is already here. Yangyang stops dancing when Ten’s expression changes, softens and reminisces. “I get the whole ‘respecting his privacy thing, but, like, I really want to meet the guy who helped you get over Renjun.”

The name drop causes Yangyang to shoot his eyebrows to the moon. His neck snaps at you faster than Kun’s when he jokingly accepted a marriage proposal. He watches you widen your eyes at Ten and smack him loudly. Maybe not everyone knew that, he thinks; he certainly did not know that, and he has known Renjun longer than you or Ten have. While you and Ten stare each other off, irritated and shocked, respectfully, Yangyang loudly slurps the last of his capri sun.

Yangyang tries to break the tension by pointing to the wall adjacent from you all, at Renjun. “He’s taking five shots of Smirnoff with Jeno right now, while Jaemin holds lemons at the ready.”

“Big deal,” Ten waves him off while keeping eye contact with you. Yangyang stares at his face, looking him up and down, then decides to take a baby step in front of your leg, almost protectively. He cannot gauge where Ten stands, where the conversation is going, but he knows that he will be there for you, just in case. “I did that when I was 17.”

You smack Ten, with the arm opposite of Yangyang, using the other one to pull Yangyang back into an equilateral triangle. “Don’t normalize underage drinking.” Yangyang almost rolls his eyes at that; who are you even saying that too?

“Hey!” Ten counters. “No one is underage at my party.” He holds your hand and pulls you into his side, into a scalene triangle, while covering your mouth. “Shhh, you can’t say that out loud. I invited Mr. I’m-A-Lawyer-Now, and besides, -“ You pull out of his arms and stand slightly in front of Yangyang. “-I just happened to invite the babies, too. Like Yangyang.” Ten turns to the devil in disguise and pinches his cheeks. “Baby.”

Yangyang single-handedly unbuttons his shirt again, like an act of defiance. “I am not a baby!”

Ten drops his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow. “You respond to baby,” he retorts, “And you’re drinking a juice box.”

“I had a bottle of soju earlier!”

“Oh? Just one?”

Yangyang folds the aluminum capri sun into his pocket, hopefully discreetly, and scrunches his nose at Ten. He feels you gently draw him back at your side, via his wrist, and expects you to defend him, but you just tease him further:

“Pics or it didn’t happen.”

Yangyang straightens up, his jaw dropping, then he crinkles his nose and sticks his tongue out at you. He accepts it though, not changing the topic, because he sees the way your posture shifts when everyone moves away from the romantic department.

Although, he might want to talk to you about it sometime.

Ten grounds him back to the conversation, patting his hair – the same spot you place kisses when the two of you cuddle and he is the small spoon, so Yangyang ducks away, slapping Ten’s hand out of the air. The whole hair touching thing reminds him that you are never really vulnerable enough with him, to let him hold you like baby. He wants to try it, especially since Ten keeps babying him in front of you, but he is not sure if you even like it.

“Yeah,” you agree, your voice low. You poke Yangyang’s side then cross your arms over your cropped jersey. “You’re so cute.”

Yangyang circles his neck towards you, smiling reassuringly, or at least he thinks so. His gaze wanders from your eyes to your fingers, which are coiled around your upper arm, so he starts taking off his jacket, pulling off the cuffs behind his back. But he stops after feeling your hand on his bicep. He glances at your hand, then stares at your eyes before pouting:

“I don’t want to be cute.”

He stops stripping but still decides to keep you warm, with another back hug, this time enveloping you into his jacket while he rests his chin on your head, even tiptoeing just to commit to the hug. When you squirm, shaking your shoulders to hit his pecs, he just hangs on slightly tighter until you stop. And after you relax, resuming natural conversation with Ten about anything other than your former crush, he smiles, coming back down to his heels and leaning on your shoulder. The new position tempts him to kiss your neck, and he almost does, but then he feels Ten’s eyes look at him, so he cannot even press a small peck at your jugular like he does sometimes when he catches you at the café by the physics building – the one that only Jaemin goes to, out of all his friends; the one where neither of you get spotted by your friends so it seems like a date, not that either of you have ever called it that. Nope. He avoids kissing your neck and just brushes his nose along your skin. It does not come off as platonic, he recognizes, but Ten does not ask any questions and Yangyang slowly phases out of the conversation to meet up with Hendery who walked through the front door as a pink bunny rabbit.

Yangyang slipping out of the trio feels so sudden, you think after feeling his hands unbuckle around your waist.

Maybe he does not feel important in the conversation anymore. So, you lock your elbows into your sides, clasping your own hands over your stomach to make him stay put. You knock your head onto his collarbone, prompting him to say something, but he does not, only resting his chin on your shoulder. Hopefully, he is smiling; you like his smile. His cheek pokes you at your neck, similar to how he almost kissed you in front of Ten just minutes ago. Then, he pushes his hand in front of you, to wave at Hendery, opposite the room, and your smile quirks down, somewhat embarrassed, as you trace his direction to the pink, fluffy ears bopping along to last year’s Travis Scott song. Ten copies you, twisting hesitantly behind himself. Meanwhile, Yangyang grows a little bolder, hunching forward onto his tiptoes to kiss your cheek silently, before dashing off with his friends.

Too stunned, eyes wide, mouth smaller, you miss the way Ten turns around, his smile wide with a teasing remark on the tip of his tongue. It goes away though, when he sees your face, so after making eye contact, you are met with an ominous stare. It is also curious, but the ominousness throws you for a loop. Then he raises his brow slightly, and you smack him, simultaneously asking what he wants.

“Nothing, nothing,” he laughs, crossing his arms over his pilot costume. He relaxes once you show no intent to hit him again, then he locks his hands behind his back, leaning toward your face mischievously. And when his nose almost pokes your eye out, you jump back into WInwin again, glare prompting him to ask stupid questions. “I simply want to know what all that was about.”

“What?” you bite at him, annoyed, following your second apology of the night to Winwin. And instead of meeting his eye (to give yourself more time to think of an excuse, no matter how flimsy), you flatten down the bottom of your top, where a iron-on patch of Dillard’s number disrupts the obnoxious Portland ‘P’ – you wonder if anyone connects your costume and Yangyang’s favorite basketball team, because no one says anything. Except, Ten is saying something right now, continuing the silent taunting into your personal bubble, getting almost as close as Yangyang was just a minute ago. So, you poke him away, on his forehead. “You want to know why I keep running into Winwin?” Ten rolls his eyes. Your voice does not feign innocence as well as you want.

“That was all you,” he deflects, eye contact maintained but he points at your vodka party drink, implying that you might have had a bit too much tonight. You swallow the alcohol faster, defiantly, and hold your breath, exhaling longer while you pause, holding the empty cup still above your dry tongue. “No, yeah, but, uh, no, that whole thing with Yangyang.” Ten bumps your arm with his elbow, coming to your side so that both of you can watch the man in question from across the room. “Huh?” he teases lightly. “Are you entertaining him? [Because] You two seem really … close.”

“I’m close with you,” you retort, touching his shoulder, into the crook of his neck, with your head. Then you stand back up, reflexively smiling when Yangyang laughs at a new TikTok dance that Hendery shows him. He even looks back at you, waving once your eyes meet. You throw him a thumbs up, and you swear that his smile gets brighter. It probably was not because of you though, because he starts giggling louder and dancing alongside Hendery right after. “We’re all –“ You turn to Ten, smile still blanketed under your nose, then you frown. “- friends; what’s that look for?”

“Nothing!” He imitates innocence better than you do, baring his palms for dramatic effect. You face him frontally, examining his devilishly handsome face for a crack. And he gives it to you: “It’s just that we’ve known each other for eight years and you never let me cuddle you like that.” He pokes your hip, where Yangyang was attached. “You’re closer with someone you just met.”

“You introduced us. In March!”

Ten waves a hand lazily. “Minor details. Besides –“ He blocks Yangyang from your view, not that it really mattered because you are trying to have a conversation with Ten. But it helps you maintain eye contact. “- you seem really comfortable with him being naked on you.”

You open and close your mouth in one short breath, swirling the empty red solo cup at your side, nervously. He has a point; you know he has a point – you are very comfortable with Yangyang being naked on top of you. Wait, he said on you. Either way, Ten is right. You do not want to admit it because that implies feelings, something that you are definitely not willing to talk about at the moment, especially this moment, but he is right. The question is if he needs to know.

“Did you hear about Yangyang and the anatomy student from Renjun��s class? They’re also close.”

You deadpan. As it turns out, he does not need to know. You are not dating, anyways, so …

“It’s my business, because…?”

“It’s not,” Ten agrees, shrugging. He looks off, turning his head toward Johnny, dressed as the Kellogg Tiger, before looking at you again. “Just thought you’d like to know.” He shrugs again. “If you didn’t already.”

“Uhh, okay,” you confirm, as nonchalantly as possible. You mirror his body language, standing straighter. Ten says nothing, not noticing the way your body stiffens, or at least, you hope so. “So you’re telling to what?” Get you jealous? “Give him advice?”

“Nah, we both know that he’s fully capable on his own.”

“Please,” you scoff. “He’s a baby who lives in a frat apartment with seven other dudes and buys food at the café by the physics department to avoid washing a knife.” Well, he charmed you, so how can you criticize his flirting abilities? You shrug – maybe, he was just that horny. He has always been a typical teenage boy. Although, he turned 20 a couple weeks ago.

“Huh.”

“What?” You come down from the high that somewhat roasted your sex partner … fuck buddy? friend with benefits? He is something to you - a little more than a friend but you do not think he would willingly be your boyfriend. Your voice sounds less excited now, and you run your hand through your hair, pulling slightly harder at the ends.

“Nothing,” Ten shrugs again. He twitches at you, briefly spinning his hips. “It’s just that Yangyang mentioned you go to that café too.”

“Yeah,” you drawl, like it is obvious. Ten smirks, knowingly, you think, so you crush him, “Jaemin, too.” You lift your eyes to the ceiling for a second, like it would give you an out. “And Kun on Tuesdays after 5.”

Ten scrunches his face, now facing you again. “Oh, we both know that Kun goes to the kiosk in the chemistry building for the cute barista with a good taste in music.”

You mockingly smile at him, squinting above your nose. He does not get the satisfaction of an equally annoyed laugh – probably because you might crack, your voice might crack and accidentally give something away. It’s not that you don’t want anyone to know that you are sleeping with Yangyang – you don’t, but not because it is embarrassing. You just do not particularly want to hear the two cents everyone seemingly needs to donate, like a commercial tax, especially with their baby Yangyang.

“Why did Hendery even dress up as a bunny? A pink bunny. Is he puling a Chandler?”

“No,” Ten shakes his head. This is the third conversation change you have made, and surely, he caught on by now. “Only Jisung and Winwin are watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with Chenle; I think that Hendery just like the costume.” Ten points at Johnny, flashing a wave, then glances at you. “I’m gonna head over there. I haven’t seen Johnny since he left for a Paris project.”

“Yeah, no,” you gesticulate, nodding, “go ahead. I’ll meet you later, or something.”

“We’ll catch coffee on Monday.” Ten’s voice shrinks as he moves away. “After office hours!” He turns around one more time, emphasizing his words louder, “At the physics café!”

Yangyang, along with a couple other people, snaps his neck at Ten walking away from you, especially after hearing the bit about the physics café because, no offence to Ten, but that is his place. With you. The café on 17th is his rendezvous point with you. He likes the whole secret aspect of your relationship – it is so sexy; you are so sexy. It is just … the face that everything is secret prevents him from explicitly opposing Ten’s suggestion. And before he knows it, Yangyang makes his way toward you, waving goodbye to his psych friends.

He already knows where you are, because sometimes he would glance over at you when someone made a joke, just to see you laugh, to laugh with you. Occasionally, you would be smiling brightly, at whatever Ten said, and look to him. So, all he has to do is turn right and find his annoyed cheerleader, to annoy you even more.

The music is louder by the kitchen exit, where you are, curled against the wall with an empty red solo cup, blue light from your phone glowing across your face. Yangyang takes the opportunity to scare you, hiding behind a couple groups until he reaches you, creeping slowly. Then he strikes, poking your obliques.

“Boo!”

“Ah!”

You jump against the wall, clutching all your belongings closer while he laughs at you.

“Aw, did I scare you?”

Yangyang envelopes you into a hug, ignoring the way you glare at him. And he relaxes, when you do, feeling you squeeze his waist and sigh. You will never admit it, but the two of you know that this is how your dynamic works – he annoys you, then you cuddle him. And he has so many ways to annoy you. Like, next, he pulls a 180 – both coming behind you and switching up the mood to grind under your hips.

“What are you doing?” he whispers in your ear, fast, grabbing your waist to guide you over his pelvis. He gets dangerously near your cheek, excusing it as a way for you to hear him better, since you two stand adjacent to the speakers, where the music is above talking decibel. His eye catches onto Lucas’s, and he winks, hands tightening above your skirt, because, despite all the teasing, this is not actually how he wants your entanglement to get out. “Wanna head upstairs? I just found a new TIkTok challenge you can practice on me, like the WAP one.”

“What are you doing?” you retort, laying your fingers on his bare chest – he likes that you keep touching him, not so much when you push him away. He wonders if you know that. Like, he chose his outfit for tonight because, well, he looks good, but also because he figured that you would think he looks good, too. It seems like you do, considering that your hand always finds ways back to his abs. So, he grows more confident, nipping at your ear while you push him against the wall, further away. Your eyes flutter, lashes blinking rapidly as he holds you closer, left hand toying with the hem of your shirt. He has this trick that you always react to, and he wants to do it now, while no one pays attention to either of you (larger parties afford far more privacy than smaller ones). You lean your head on his warm shoulder, then he presses his palm into your spine until you are chest to chest with him, impossible to get closer. Your breath sounds louder, as the music transitions to Goodbye feat. Lyse [slow version], and he wonders if he can elicit a moan from you, in the same frequency as the song’s growl. His right hand travels between your thighs, until you stop him, slapping his hand and holding him still. “We’re in public.”

Yangyang spins you around, showing off his own point of view as a counter argument: no one is paying attention. The whole thing bumps your connected hips into the wall, and his arm belts over your lower waist, driving you to essentially demi plie over his thigh that sneaks through your legs. At the sudden movement, you gasp, death gripping over his arm. He does not mind very much, only the red solo cup tapping rhythmically between the wall and his elbow. You barely get time to relax completely before he drops lower, just enough for him to look up at you. And he takes note of the sexual tension essentially radiating off the two of you, so he alleviates it, giving the illusion that there is only dancing going on right now. Though, you baby-step forward, to give him more space. His smile falters, twitching down, and he is thankful that you seem oblivious to it, because you comply with his action, letting your skirt flower spread over his leg and the smile return to his face. Yangyang guides your swaying left and right, grazing over his abs.

“I’m offering to go upstairs,” he answers definitively, still whispering in your ear. “More privacy.” His hands travel up again, skin getting lightly scratched by your top’s texture. Your nails might do a better job, if he remembers correctly. God, he wants you to take up his offer. “You didn’t have a problem with it an hour ago,” he points out, while dropping his gaze to your neck, once again tempted to mark you. He pulls away some of the baby strands that fell out of your hairdo, then locks eyes as he traces your ear shape. “Do you have a problem with it now?”

“No,” you answer him quickly, shaking your head for even more emphasis. You turn around fully and scan his eyes before shaking your head again. “I don’t have a problem.”

Yangyang smiles wider, instinctively bowing forward. Your ambiguous answer tells him more than he asked. He almost reveals something in return: that he enjoys kissing you, because he would totally do it right now, but you keep stopping him. He is all for consent, honestly; it just gets really confusing with you. Even now, he initiates a small, intimate touch while this moment afford you two some privacy, breathing open mouthed kisses onto the vein behind your neck, slightly illusioned in the dark lights as just talking to you. All the boundaries do no really define what he can, or cannot, do in public. Like, apparently, you two can have sex in a closet right before his best friend’s party – a best friend shared between you two, but there are rules about how close he can stand next to you. Both situations still involve secrecy. Although, one is far more sexier than the other. But he wants the whole damn thing – to hold you in public, and private, to kiss the part of your trapezius muscle that he likes so much, to be able to say that he knows places too, like the physics café where he doesn’t want Ten to take you because he takes you on dates there!

Then, you sigh.

Why are you sighing? It feels like that should be his response.

You clasp your hands behind his neck, evidently hesitating to reveal something – he knows because you fiddle with his collar a few times before moving onto the ends of his hair.

“It’s just …” You pause, so he tries to make his gaze unwavering, to hold you securely. “It’s just that a certain classmate might have a problem.” He furrows his eyebrows, bending onto his knees to ask for clarification. “You know … a certain classmate.”

Yangyang narrows his eyes, lost in translation. He slides up the wall and squeezes your waist, thinking, trying to figure you out.

“Oh!” he catches on. “Oh, I don’t think Hyunjin would have a problem with us.” He moves his hand to your shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. “I don’t really see how anyone in any of our classes would have a problem with us, much less, like, know about us.” He cocks his head to the side sympathetically, lips brushing along your cheek to ear. “I don’t have a problem with us.” He drapes his arms around your sides. “Just FYI.”

“Me neither.”

He smiles wider. You two are on the same page about something. He almost kisses you right then and there, but settles for brushing his nose on yours, simultaneously taking a step backward, closer to the wall so that no one sees the obnoxiously domestic display of affection. Actually, it might be weird for Hendery, Xiaojun, or one of his psych friends to see him act so … boyfriend-like, so romantic. He doesn’t think that anyone would anticipate that kind of behavior from him, and he is honestly too sure if you see him like that. He would try it though, you know, because he is curious and he would like to be your boyfriend.

“Did Ten tell you about Hyunjin?” Yangyang asks, prodding slowly.

You nod, equally slow, eyes falling down. “He didn’t mention any names, -“ Yangyang feels something in his chest drop. He put a name to the idea, and now he watches your eyelashes flutter and the lump in your throat shake, as you try not to say the name. “- but yeah.” He hugs you, bending your arms around his stomach so that he jackets you in his empty shirt. You have said that he has a natural body warmth, and hopefully it is comforting right now, because …

“It’s not really his business who I talk to.”

Yangyang almost apologizes for creating an environment that fosters mistrust or makes room for insecurities. Except, (1) that sounds like a note he would write in his case study’s conclusion for class, and (2) how the hell is he even supposed to say that? He tries to show that this – whatever it is – is exclusive. Like, now, he just holds you tightly, during a Halloween party, only slightly out of view from his friends. He almost apologizes, and it is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds back, pursing his lips as you open your mouth.

“It’s not my business either,” you reason, stepping back. His embrace slackens, like rock climbing because he catches you, not letting you fall off him, even though you wiggle out a little bit, pushing him back into the wall. “Because we’re not dating.”

“No,” Yangyang partially agrees, standing straighter, supported by the wood. “We’re not, but we’re …” He wants to tell you about the exclusivity, that he considers the two of you to be exclusive. Some part of him thinks that you hold the same thought. And he cocks his head to the side, rolling his tongue behind his teeth. “We’re good friends. And, you know, we’re like, yeah. So, it’s your business too.” He rubs your shoulder again. “Wanna go upstairs and talk about it?”

Yangyang smacks your ass for attention, trying to make the situation fluffier, simultaneously gesturing to the second floor with his hair. This is not really the time nor place to dissect your relationship, and he would totally put it under the microscope. Just, maybe, at another time. You seem to agree, walking away first, holding his hand to guide him up the secretive stairs.

And despite this being his idea, Yangyang stops before the first step, waiting for you to march a couple feet taller than him. His eyes linger at the lowest hem of your skirt, until you plant one foot in front of the other, on two separate levels. You look over your shoulder and roll your eyes. He expected it, quickly meeting your gaze innocently. Then he smacks you ass again, as if he were not just looking up your skirt a second ago. You glare at him, but he slaps your ass again and races upstairs.

“You’re so annoying,” you comment after him, still running to meet him at the top.

Yangyang smiles. Yeah, but you love him. He opens the nearest bedroom door, beelining to the bed where he manspreads across the full-sized mattress. You walk into the room quickly after him, turning around to close the door. Your skirt swings chastely around your thighs, and he cannot take his eyes away from it, wishing for you to swing them around his hips.

“Wanna be annoying with me?”

You roll your head, clicking your tongue, after finding him sitting relaxed on the comforter with suggestive eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess.”

Yangyang lifts his arms to catch you when you dive between his shirt, the lower part of your body thrusting on top his as you prowl beside his torso. He leans back, hands anchoring himself to your face. You push him deeper into the mattress, and he feels your nails airily redraw each indent on his carefully contoured abdomen. He smirks, asking if you like what you feel, and tilts his chin up to give you better access to his mouth. You tell him to shut up by biting his lower lip, though you match his expression, shaking your head as you decline into him. Yangyang cannot maintain his position any longer, almost breaking a sweat when you unbuckle his very thin belt and tap into the metal button barely holding his pants together. He whines, briefly breaking the kiss, then he flips you over, bending one of your legs up to fit his in between.

“I don’t want you to just guess,” Yangyang whispers. He slowly retreats his palm from under your shirt to the spot on your stomach where your shirt lifted up; he wants your verbal consent before doing anything else, and he waits for it. The kiss gets longer as you sigh into it, lazily hooking an arm around his neck. So, he stops. And then brushes your hair behind your ear, just hovering over you with tender eyes. “I don’t want you to just guess.”

“I’m not guessing,” you reassure him. You play with his hair, the way he likes, toying the strands on the top of his head then combing through the rest until reaching his neck. He looks at you innocently again, in case you crack. But you don’t. He restarts the kiss, sliding his hand under all the layers covering your torso.

Yangyang helps you out of your shirt, watching the way your chest bounces without support, so he gives you more, adding his lips like a low-set suction. “You’re so pretty,” he confesses, kissing into your sternum after you arch it up at him. And he wants to know your reaction, so as he presses an open mouth kiss into the side of your boob, he looks up at you, your lips parted by a silent moan. “You are so, so pretty like this.”

Unlike you, Yangyang moans audibly.

He feels you curl your fingers into his waistband, touching his tip outside his underwear. With his eyes closed, he drops on his back and feels you move around his lower thighs, teetering above them lightly. You meet him between the velvety sheets, giggling with him as your hair tickles his face. He opens his eyes, combing the loose strands behind your face again, finishing the act of endearment with his knuckles stroking your cheek. Sometimes he lets himself fall into these more romantic displays of affections.

Yangyang grips your ass, under your cheerleading skirt. When he remembers that you have his favorite player’s jersey patched onto your crop top, he pulls his chin up, nipping at your bottom lip. You draw him in further, towering over him until he drags you down with him, mixing between the sheets, laughing again. He really loves hearing your voice, and he loves it even more that he can make you have a fun time, make you grin so vocally during the moments that matter. So, he tries it again, slipping under your underwear too, massaging your skin.

“Mmm,” you moan.

Yangyang feels you slither his shirt off his shoulders, your nails grazing around his biceps as he tilts up to kiss you over and over again. Then, abruptly, you sit back, on your knees, around his hips, alert at attention. The new position allows him to mark your neck, one hand sliding through your waist band, over your ass, to have you grind down on him. His lips nibble at your collarbone, tongue breezing along as he waits for your reaction.

“Wait, wait.”

He stops, looking at you from under his eyelashes. A minute passes, and you don’t give any more restraints, so he resumes taking off your underwear. He keeps the same consistent eye contact because you remain alert above him, but you close your eyes and lean your head closer to him. He pulls his arm completely out of his sleeve so that he can hug you firmly against his body. Your chest grazes his, and he moans.

“Shh,” you silence him, kissing him quiet, hands still on his shoulder, “Do you hear that?”

“No, mm.” Yangyang breaks the kiss. “What are you –“

“Shh!”

You move your hands onto his pectoral muscles, his shirt near completely off his body, as you turn your head at the door. His head stutters in the same direction, stopping every half millisecond to return back to your face and make sure that you are okay. Then, he hears it: Xiaojun stumbling into the walls, jiggling the doorknob.

Yangyang stiffens. “Did you lock the door?”

A bit of light from the hallway cracks into the room, along with intoxicated hushing and giggling.

“Shit, no,” you answer, obviously, then start to pick your clothes off the bed and stand up. After a moment of hesitation, Yangyang follows you, buttoning up the middle of his shirt and meeting you in the center of the room, shielding your exposed chest as you clip on your bra.

Yangyang looks at the door when it creaks louder, eyes caught by a headlight. Before he knows it, you shove him into a closet. Neither of you are getting the opportunity to be annoying together because Xiaojun drunkenly stumbles into your space, moaning after his own date. Yangyang rolls his eyes and feels you slide into his shirt with him, scratching his back with your spangled top. He knows that there is no other option, since you two do not want to expose your relationship, especially like this, but he would rather not ruin his relationship with one of his best friends due to indecency – either of theirs. Thankfully, he gets an out, after Xiaojun hides under the blanket.

When you two make it downstairs, Yangyang bursts into laughter, yours following too until he gives you a long chaste kiss, screening you behind the wall to maintain that secrecy he did not want Xiaojun to break.

Although, Yangyang pulls away, brushing your hair behind your ear again, hand holding your waist to prevent you from leaving. You stare at him, at the domestic moment of tenderness, then fall into his chest again. And that is when he realizes it: he doesn’t really want to be a secret.

[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Warnings: Language

Link to Masterlist

Comment: Hint to what the title is all about, and plenty of Máma Moreno.

Chapter 6

  The house was a mess, to say the least. You had left in a hurry that evening, after things had taken a very sharp turn towards very bad, shortly after your dinner. You’d been glad that you had only eaten a light pea soup, when it came back up again some ten minutes later. You’d only just made it to the bathroom, but after the food had been coughed up, a large amount of fresh blood had followed, and you knew you were in trouble.   Why you hadn’t called for that ambulance was anyone’s guess, but then, you had never liked being a bother, and you had been perfectly capable of walking out to the cab.    It was just that, in the twenty minutes that the drive had taken, you’d gotten significantly worse. Your whole body had started hurting, you’d begun bleeding from the nose and ears, and just as you got to the hospital, you had begun to get spasms and cramps in your spine and legs.   When you staggered into that emergency-room, you did it truly convinced that you’d leave it in a coffin.

  You shuddered slightly with the memory, as you walked through the house, opening all the blinds and pulling all of the curtains back again. It was already late, and thus dark outside, but you wanted to wake up to a house that bathed in sunlight in the morning.   The kitchen was probably the worst, in terms of the amount of cleaning that would need to be done. The remnants of your cooking that evening where still on the counter and in the dishes, and the amount of mold that was growing in there was somewhat disturbing.   You couldn’t leave that for the morning, you’d lose every ounce of appetite waking up to that crap. So, you set about throwing away everything that had been left out on the counters and in the sink, and quickly scrubbed all the open surfaces clean, before handwashing some of the glasses, plates, mugs and cutlery, that had gotten dusty even sitting in the cabinets, in the four months you’d been gone.   Once the kitchen felt usable again, you went to the bathroom to check what state that was in. It wasn’t too bad. You flushed all the pipes and let the water run in the sink and the shower for a good half-hour to clean them out, and begin to work away the smell of stagnated water. The toilet needed a decent scrub too, but it could wait until morning.   It was after midnight when you’d finally changed the sheaths in the bed and settled in for the night.

  A sharp rapping on your door woke you after what seemed like mere seconds. But the sun was up, so you looked at your wrist-watch – 06:15 – and sighed. Who the fuck would be there at that hour?   Grumbling into your pillow, you turned over and decided that whoever it was would have to come back at a more decent hour.

  “Come on now, mujer, I don’t have all day.”

  You physically jumped at the sound of Anita Moreno raising her voice behind your front door. She wasn’t shouting, just applying a good amount of force to her voice. Just enough to make you feel a size smaller than usual.   You scrambled out of bed and grabbed a robe which you put on whilst walking towards the door. You had no idea what you looked like, but you hoped there was an air of scarecrow to you. You’d found her intriguing when you first met her the day before, but she was little more than a damned annoyance right now. You were not a morning person, and especially not today when your body was tired and sore from the tests.

  “I’m not gonna ask if you know what time it is, because you obviously do, and you obviously don’t care, so don’t beat around the bush and just tell me what the hell you want so I can go back to bed and finish waking up.”

  “You always this cheerful in the morning?”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ll be sure to let Marcus know.”

  “What does my morning mood have to do with Marcus?”

  “Nothing. Yet…”

  What? No, no, don’t let her distract you, idiot.

  “What do you want, Mrs. Moreno?”

  “Tell me, what kind of flowers do you like?”

  Nope. You’re not doing this, whatever it is, you’re not doing it at 6 fucking 15 in the morning.

  “Have a nice day, Mrs. Moreno.”

  As you went to close the door, she simply barged right in, straight past you, and completely unbothered walked into your kitchen while you scrambled after her, shocked and abruptly furious.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

  “Don’t you cuss at me, mujer.”

  “If you want me to treat you politely, then don’t fucking barge into my house uninvited.”

  “Calm down, I’m not staying for breakfast. I just want you to answer a few questions.”

  Unbelievable.

  “You’ve got some nerve.”

  “I’m old, mujer, I don’t have time for intermissions. Now, tell me, what kind of flowers do you like?”

  You were fuming, but this woman was a super. She wasn’t leaving until she decided to leave. So, you took a breath.

  “Dahlias.”

  “Interesting choice. Why?”

  “What does it matter? What do you want from me?”

  “Do you know the origin of Dahlias?”

  “Why? Am I to expect a pop-quiz banging on my door tomorrow?”

  “The Dahlia came from my ancestors, the Aztecs, they called it The War Flower. Nowadays, it’s known as the King of summer flowers, because of its wide range of shapes, sizes and colours. It has something of a demanding presence, you never walk past a Dahlia without seeing it. And yet, it doesn’t ask you for much.”

  “Do you have a point, or is this becoming a lecture on the mythology of flora? Because I will go back to bed and ignore you until you leave.”

  “It’s an observation. What’s your opinion on supers?”

  “Are you serious? Ugh, forget it, of course you are. Fine. I have nothing against them, but I don’t adore or idolize them. They’re flawed just like the rest of us.”

  “What’s Marcus’ flaws?”

  “He’s… too kind for his own good sometimes. He let’s people walk all over him if he thinks that it’ll keep the peace. And he… tries to carry the whole world by himself if you let him.”

  She smiled.

  “Good. You’re hired. I expect you at Heroics HQ at 7 am tomorrow morning.”

  …what THE FUCK…?!

  She walked back towards the door, while you stood dumbstruck just staring after her. She had reached the door by the time you unfroze and ran out to the hallway.

  “Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Hired for what? I didn’t ask you for a job.”

  “No, you didn’t. But you need one, and I’ve got one. Take it or leave it, if you’re not there by 7, I’ll know what you chose.”

  You stood in the door, watching her disappear into a black SUV, and drive off.

  Did that actually just happen? It must have, there was no way in hell you’d ever even dream something like that. You shook your head, and decided that there was no point in going back to bed now, your head was buzzing, so you might as well have breakfast and get the cleaning going.   As you went to the bathroom you caught your reflection in the mirror, and smiled to yourself. There was definitely an air of scarecrow.   You turned the TV on while you made tea, and tried not to think about what had just transpired in your kitchen.   You had always loved coffee before, never started the day without it ever since you were 16. But your body seemed to have become oversensitive to it after your cellular breakdown. You’d had your first cup about a month ago, and it had really done a number on you. You’d been hyperactive for hours with uncontrollable twitches and insistent trembling in your hands.   You’d given it a second try a week later, but even just half of a small cup had resulted in the same outcome, so you had accepted that your coffee-days were over. You were actually really starting to like tea, especially the spicier types.

  The news showed a highlight reel from the Heroics latest outing, and you found yourself glancing at the footage, looking for a glimpse of Marcus. You saw him flash by as he fought someone, or something, you weren’t sure, and then again when the fighting was over. He looked confident and strong when he was out there. When he had an enemy in front of him, and a clear task.   It was enticing to watch. Oh, who were you kidding – it was fucking hot!   You shook your head and turned the TV off as you finished your breakfast. There was a lot to do to get the house in order, and you had a plan to get it all done. The problem was that a certain uninvited guest kept popping into your head, distracting you with thoughts about flowers and what the hell that job was all about?   So, by lunchtime, you weren’t anywhere close to where you’d hoped to be. You’d managed to wipe down all the surfaces where dust accumulated, and the vacuuming was done. But you’d hoped to have washed the floors and beaten the carpets and cleaned the refrigerator and freezer by then. 

  Oh, well. Rome and all that. 

  You decided to have pizza for lunch and called in an order.   But later, as you were eating said pizza, you had something of a lightning moment. You didn’t need to sit there and just fidget and wonder and worry about what you were gonna do tomorrow. You could just go back to HQ and talk to Marcus. He’d only be happy to see you, he’d said as much when you went to find him to say goodbye.   It hadn’t been a very long exchange, since you’d been eager to get going, knowing there’d be things you’d have to do before going to bed. But he had said that he’d miss you and that you’d always be welcome to visit them.   So, why not? If anyone could tell you what Máma Moreno was up to, it’d be her son.

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[kitty0boy]

I’m baaaack. I saw the is idea for this on Tiktok where basically Marinette saves Chat Noir she’s on top like when Chat saves Ladybug and he can’t function, so she smirks and flicks his bell. It’s a little spicier than the stuff I usually write so be warned! As always they are aged up so Marinette is 17, Adrien is 18. And much like some of my other fics, Chat can use multiple Cataclysms while Ladybug has to run off and recharge. Again, the content is kinda spicy so I’m going to say 14+ for this one. So enjoy!

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You’ll never guess who was akumatized again. That’s right, Lila, why? Because she was caught lying this time.

Marinette was exhausted, being the new guardian and all. She slept through half of first period, dozed off in Ms. Mendeleev’s class twice, and nearly face-planted on the staircase outside the school. Needless to say, everyone was worried about her, especially Adrien. He felt he was partly responsible after all. His late night visits with her seemed to have taken their toll. Maybe he should stick to UMS tournaments on the weekend and Fridays.

Not everyone was worried though (somehow), one of those people being Lila. Over the years she’d become more and more set on gaining the attention of everyone in a 2 mile radius. While she usually only bragged about her “charity work”, the opportunity to slander Marinette wouldn’t go unused.

“I’m so worried about our poor Marinette.” She cooed, “Ever since she downloaded that app, oh it’s only gotten worse.” The class stared at her puzzled. In mock surprise, she covered her mouth, “Whoops! Oh I’m such a blabber mouth.” Adrien couldn’t see her lips, but he was sure they were curled into a nasty smirk. “Wait what? What app?” Alya piped up. “Oh she didn’t tell you? She’s a sugar baby. She’s been on Tinder getting money from older men. How do you think she pays for her supplies.”

He’d had enough, “Seriously Lila, if you’re going to spread rumours about people at least make sure they’re true. You don’t even hang out with Marinette, how would you know that before me or Alya?” She pulled out her best sad smile. “Oh Adrien, she confided in me because she was too scared of what you would think.” Alya cut her off, “No Adrien’s right, Marinette doesn’t like you Lila. I’m sorry but it’s true. There’s no way she’d tell you something like that.” Adrien put his hands in his pockets in triumph, but not before Lila got her phone out and held it up, showing Marinette’s supposed profile on Tinder. There was a picture of her face right on the profile. “I managed to hack into her account last night. Just look at all these creepy old men she’s matched with.” She scrolled through the list of men, most of them looked to be in their late 40s. Anger bubbled inside him.

“Seriously Lila! She’s still underage, don’t make a fake profile of her on Tinder. Now all of these old men know what she looks like. What would happen if they tracked her down. I swear to god if she’s ever hurt because right this I’ll-” He was ready to strike when a hand touched his back and a head fell against his shoulder. “What’s going on?” Marinette asked, she rubbed her eyes. “Girl let me see your phone.” Alya demanded. Marinette slumped over to her before placing her phone in the bestie’s hand. She walked behind Alya and wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind.

Adrien, or rather, Chat Noir was no stranger to Marinette’s sleepy cuddling tendencies. He remembered many nights that involved her wrapping around him while blinking back sleep. Whether it was watching movies, playing video games, or even sketching. She somehow always found a way to cuddle up to him. Not that he was complaining, it was the best way to get her to sleep after all. She’d lean on him and he’d wrap around her, start purring, and play with her hair while she drifted off. He of course was adapted to running on less than 5 hours of sleep anyways, besides, hearing the sleepy sounds she’d make were always worth it. So seeing her cuddle up to Alya did make him a little jealous yes, was he going to say anything, probably not. He’d probably suggest a movie marathon that night to get his fair share in.

He watched while Alya scrolled though Marinette’s phone. Marinette subconsciously nuzzling into the crook of her friend’s neck. “Take a look everyone. Do you see the app for Tinder anywhere on my girl’s phone?” The class stared at it. “I don’t see it.” Rose squeaked. “Well obviously not, Marinette picks up shifts at the bakery sometimes to pay for all that stuff.” Alix shouted while walking towards them. She wasn’t there when Lila was talking about it. Adrien looked at her confused. “How did you know what she-?” She cut him off, “Nathaniel told me.” He looked at him and Nathaniel’s face turned as red as his hair. “He wanted to say something but he’s still really shy.” Alix whispered to Adrien. Adrien turned back to see his friends crowding around the bench where Lila sat, all of them were scowling at her. One by one they started voicing their disapproval. “Don’t spread rumours about our friend.” “Seriously Lila, not cool.” Lila got up from the bench and calmly walked towards the exit with her belongings in hand. It was the end of the day anyways.

He saw Marinette stumbling towards the locker room to pick up her backpack, Alya guiding her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Maybe your purrincess could use a lift home.” Plagg suggested from his pocket. “Hey you’re right, maybe then Lila wouldn’t be able to start more rumours about her. Everyone would know why she’s been up late.” He considered the idea. “But what about Hawkmoth? I don’t want him to target her.” Plagg tried to fly up to his eye level but Adrien quickly slapped the kwami back into his jacket. “Ow hey what was that for?” Plagg yelled, “I’m in the middle of the school foyer, I’m already getting weird looks for slapping myself so don’t make it any worse.” That earned a little pinch from his friend “A little pay back, now if you don’t transform and pick up your sleeping beauty I’ll carry her back home myself. I don’t trust that girl to walk across the street by herself.” Adrien smiled, “Aww does the cheese monster have a soft spot for my purrincess, I thought there was only room for camembert in your heart.” Plagg rolled his eyes, “Yeah well if I can make room for you, then I can make room for pigtails. Now go and transform before you miss your chance.” He flew back into Adrien’s pocket. Touched by his kwami’s speech, Adrien walked towards the exit and sprinted around the corner. Luckily he had fencing practice today so his bodyguard wouldn’t be waiting for him.

He ducked into an alleyway and transformed after making sure he wasn’t followed, Chat Noir emerging from where Adrien was seconds ago. He ran back towards François DuPont to meet his little mouse at the front. As she emerged covering a yawn, Alya spotted him. Immediately she whipped out her phone and ran towards him, leaving Marinette behind. “Chat Noir! What are you doing here? Out for an afternoon patrol?” She held up her camera to record him. “Actually I’m here to pick up a certain little lady. I’ve been keeping her up at night and word has it she’s dead tired.” Alya blinked before turning towards her friend and looking back at him with wide eyes. He nodded and looked back up only to see Marinette trip over her feet. He rushed over and caught her around the waist in a hug before she could smash her face into the pavement. “Well hello there Mari, fancy seeing you here.” She looked up at him and smiled before stretching her arms up and wrapping them around his neck. “Hey kitty.” She murmured before resting her face on his chest. He sighed and bent down a little to sweep her up, he gently repositioned her into a hip carry with his other hand wrapping under one of her thighs. She immediately snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder. Alya stood there, her mouth agape. “Hey uh, would you mind grabbing her bag for me miss Ladyblogger?” He asked, nodding at it. She snapped out of it and picked it up off the steps where it had fallen. She passed it to Chat who slung it over his free shoulder and started heading towards Tom and Sabine’s bakery, with a certain fox tailing him.

The three, well the two of them walked while Marinette was peacefully carried by Chat Noir. Alya chuckled “Are you, purring?” He blushed a little before giggling back, “Yeah I am, I usually do it when she’s really tired, it puts her to sleep really quickly.” She smirked at him, “So this is a regular occurrence?” He stammered “I well uh yes for a while, not every night but umm.” He blushed and looked down at her. “If only I knew Marinette was sleeping with one of Paris’ superheroes.” She said slyly, she was definitely fit for the fox miraculous. He turned away from the journalist, he didn’t want to see him blush. His cheek bumped into Marinette’s forehead before resting against it. “It’s not in the way you’re thinking, we usually play video games or watch movies, most of the time she gets really tired and ends up falling asleep on me so I put her to bed.” He looked back at her and she was not convinced. “You mean she gets tired so you cuddle her and purr while she falls asleep then you sneak out the window.” He pouted, “You make me sound like a creepy, and it’s actually the trapdoor to the balcony, I can’t climb through the window without diving through it.” She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. “Not much better is.. hey what’s that?” He turned to see a figure glaring at them from on top of the school, he didn’t get to look at them for very long before something fast and sharp came barreling towards them.

He didn’t even have time to grab Alya, he only had time to shove her out of the way with his foot before jumping backwards with Marinette pulled tight to him. He stumbled a little, crashing to the ground with a very much awake Marinette landing safely on top of him. She propped herself onto her hands just enough to separate her face from his. “Chat? What’s going on?” A loud cackle was heard behind them and she leapt to her feet, he followed suit and pulled Marinette behind him, making sure she was as separated from the akuma as possible. “My name is Seamstress, with my needle and thread I’ll make sure none of you can ever speak against me.” Seamstress turned to Alya, she pinched her fingers together and make a jabbing motion towards her. Alya’s mouth shut and she covered it with her hand. It looked like she was in pain, then Seamstress pulled her hand back and Alya cried out, but her scream was muffled. She pulled back her hand to reveal that her lips were sewn shut. Marinette tried to run towards her friend but Chat wrapped his arms around her before she could go anywhere. “Alya No!” She screamed, her face full of tears. “I’m really sorry Marinette.” He said before grabbing his baton and vaulting them away from the akuma and Alya.

Marinette held tight to Chat’s neck, despite the sobs that shook her violently. He needed to get her away but he wanted her to breathe. He looked behind him, Seamstress was nowhere in sight, so he jumped into an alleyway and sat down, Marinette sitting in his lap. He sat crisscross so that she could sit more comfortably, she still wasn’t breathing right.

“Marinette I need you to breathe for me ok? I know it’s going to be hard but I have to get you somewhere safe, and I can’t do that if you can’t breathe. Here.” He reached behind him and pulled one of her hands off him and placed it on his chest. “Ok can you feel me breathing?” She nodded against his shoulder. “Ok good, now try to match my breathing ok?” He felt her panting against him as she tried to fix her breathing. It took a few minutes but soon enough her sobs turned into little whimpers of sadness. “Feel better?” He asked and she nodded. She was always quiet like this when she was upset, seeing her friends hurt wouldn’t be something she got over easily. She pulled back to look at him before another tear slipped down her cheek. He quickly reached up and brushed it away, “Ok now we’ve got to-“ An explosion rang out in the street near them, he gently pushed her off of him. “Stay here ok, I’ll come and get you after.”

He ran out from the alley only to come face to face with Seamstress. “Hello kitty, where have you hidden miss goody two-shoes hmm?” She asked, she looked like she’d gone insane, her face twisted into something between and grin and fury. Her face darted from left to right, looking for his princess. Luckily, the dumpster they landed beside blocked Marinette from view. “Like hell I’d tell you.” He turned his baton and extended it towards her, putting as much distance between him and the akuma as he could. “Well if I can’t get you to talk, maybe I should just shut you up!” Her hand thrusted towards him and he saw a needle, he dodged it and her hand snapped open, a drop of blood running down her finger. So if she misses a stitch she’ll prick herself. Good to know.

He dodged needle after needle until he got distracted and stumbled. He fell to the ground and braced for the pain to come to his lips, but it never did. Instead something small crashed into him and they rolled across the road, hitting the curb. He looked up to see Marinette on her hands and knees above him. Her lips were still swollen from crying but in that moment, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. ‘Geez Adrien great timing.’ He could almost hear Plagg cackling in his head. He just stared at her, mouth agape, then she did something he would never recover from. She smirked, and oh god did he want to kiss her. “What cat got your tongue?” She said before flicking his bell. She stood and pulled him up. He quickly snapped out of it and scooped her up before dashing down the street, the akuma not far behind, he drifted around a corner and silently sprinted down an alley before extending his baton and racing across the rooftops in the opposite direction, successfully leading the akuma in the wrong direction. He brought her to the first place he could think of, the Louvre. He leapt off one of the buildings to the side, summoned a cataclysm to break a glass panel, and landed on the floor inside with Marinette clutched safely in his arms.

“Wasn’t there an easier way to get in here?” She said, a teasing tone to her voice. He wish he wanted to laugh but he didn’t. He was mad, furious even. He told her to stay hidden, out of sight. He told her to wait in the alley for him but she didn’t. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” He asked angrily. Hundreds of emotions swam through him, part of him wanted to lecture her for hours, part of him wanted to hug her and make sure she was ok, part of him wanted to kiss her stupid because mon dieu she was beautiful with her hair down like that. He settled for a simple “Stay here this time, I’ll come get you.” Before turning and vaulting towards the akuma.

Ladybug was a little late to the fight but they got it over with fairly quickly. He destroyed the bracelet the akuma was in and Ladybug captured it and fixed everything. “Would you mind taking her back this time? I’ve gotta run.” Ladybug asked and he nodded. Some of his anger had faded but he wasn’t exactly in a good mood right now. She waved goodbye before hurrying off. “So,” he started turning to Lila, “I hope you won’t be spreading anymore false rumours about people now, especially Marinette.” He growled a little and miss liar shrank under his gaze. She nodded before standing and walking away.

He needed to calm down, Marinette was probably scared and hurt and confused, he didn’t exactly leave her on the best note. By the time he arrived at the Louvre it was closed for cleaning. He slipped inside to grab her but noticed that she was standing by the door. “They umm, kicked me out when it closed.” She said shyly. His brows furrowed.

She looked at him confused before he opened his mouth to speak. “I told you to stay hidden and you didn’t listen. Why?” She frowned, “Don’t you mean ‘thank you Marinette’?” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “Uh no I mean why did you run out from your hiding place, I’m the superhero remember, you can’t go running into the middle of an akuma battle. You don’t have superpowers or a magic suit to protect you.” She walked up to him and pushed her finger into his chest, “You were more important when it came to defeating Seamstress, who cares if my mouth is sewn shut because yours will still work. You needed to be safe more than I did so I saved you.” He clenched his fists, “My job is to protect you“ she cut him off “No your job is to help Ladybug save the akumatized person.” He started speaking, “No, my job is to make sure no one gets hurt, I have to keep everyone safe.” She crossed her arms again, “Once Ladybug’s cure fixed everything I would have been fine.” He stood straight, “Well I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be able to function knowing you got hurt because I couldn’t protect you.” She grabbed his shoulders, “And how do you think I feel huh? Seeing you die over and over again! So fuck me if I wanted to save you one time! I can’t keep watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again.” Her voice broke, “And what? You think I would be able to keep fighting if I knew you weren’t safe, I don’t think I could live with myself if Anything happened to you.” He wasn’t yelling anymore but he was still angry with her. She was close to crying again she was so angry.

“For heaven sakes you stupid cat!” She blurted before grabbing his bell and pulling him down to her. He saw her eyes close before their lips met. He closed his eyes and kissed her back, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss either, it was a desperate, passion filled kiss that made him feel like he was struck by lightning. Her hands tangled in his hair and his arms wrapped around her waist. He couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell, he felt like he was dancing on cloud nine while her lips burned against his neck. She pulled down his bell zipper slightly and he groaned as she left marks on his collar bone. He grabbed her face and pulled her back up to him, gently biting her bottom lip when she smirked.

He heard a whistling noise somewhere behind Marinette but it barely registered and he lifted her up to get her closer to him. She pulled back and he started leaving marks on her identical to the ones she left on him. “Um Chat.” She whimpered and he wanted to hear her say his name again. “Chat.” She said a little louder, “Hey!” She squeaked and he stopped, looking up at her. Her face was bright red and her eyes were wide. “What?” He asked, lowering her to the ground. He quirked an eyebrow at her before looking above her head. It was Alya and Alix, standing there, watching him make out with their best friend. “Uh, hi.” He said awkwardly, rubbing his neck. “Well hi there.” Alix chuckled. Oh no, he was about to die right? “We’ll leave you two to your, umm, whatever that was but make sure you have her home by 9 young man, you understand me?” Geez she sounded like Mr. Dupain. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, wishing he could curl up into a ball and hide. The pair walked off, laughing and whispering together.

He felt something heavy crash into his chest, “Oh, mon dieu I’m a goner.” Marinette groaned. He laughed nervously before hugging her and ruffling her hair. She looked up at him, “You’re still an idiot you know.” He laughed for real this time, “And you’re still beautiful.” Her face turned pink and she put her head against his chest again. He sighed and started purring. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was just so worried. Like I said, I don’t think I could function if I found out something happened to you.” She wrapped her arms around him and raised herself up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry too, I’ll try to stay out of trouble.” He smiled, “You’d better, or I’ll go full Weredad and lock you away.” She giggled, “I think you mean Werecat.” He joined her and they laughed together, wrapped in each other’s embrace. “So, how about a movie night tonight?” He asked. “Why don’t we just cuddle until I fall asleep, that’s basically what we do anyways.” He wagged his tail excitedly, “Do you still have the pillow fort set up from last time?” She giggled again, “Yes I do, now let’s go home kitty, it’s cold out here.” Oh right, she didn’t have a jacket on. He quickly scooped her up and they headed off.

That night he got more than his fair share of cuddles, he even stayed for a sleepover. Thank goodness it was Friday.

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Thank you for reading. It’s a bit spicier than the stuff I usually write but I think I did ok.