#the potential of anyone thinking i’m dressing up to go see saw x is so embarrassing on my behalf ‘cause they are just my clothes like. thats

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lawrence gordon cosplay to go see saw x. rocking up in a three piece and standing ominously at the back of the theater

[rumisgf]

“GET MY F**** NAME TATTED SO I KNOW IT’S REAL” - DENKI KAMINARI x BLACK!READER

summary: your boyfriend has it all: tattoos, blonde hair, nice sleeper build, can dress, funny— he’s on the way to becoming one of the top 5 heroes for lord’s sake. but, even with all that, he can’t help but feel some type of way when he sees other dudes trying to get as his girl. he doesn’t know what comes over him, and he always starts thinking a little irritational.

includes: college!au eventual smut, tatted!denki, little plot (i sorry), females pronouns used once or twice, jealous!denki, denki calls reader ‘mama’, denki refers to himself as ‘daddy’ once, penetration, dom/sub undertones unprotected sex, recording, squirting, spit!kink, implied relationship, assumed that denki and reader record themselves fucking a lot, possessiveness, breeding kink if you squint, mentions of potential pregnancy, nasty sex

this isn’t fair. he’s finally got a hot, amazing girlfriend and everybody wants her. it makes him sick.

“woah kaminari, that’s you? how’d you bag that?” all his friends always seem to ask this same question in different variations, and their laughs afterwards seem to be filled with malice in his ears. and what’s worse is that you have no idea. you post all these pretty pictures and thirst trappy tiktok’s for random people in your comments to fawn over you. so, denki could not possibly be seething with more anger right now when someone he only sees in the dorm hallways come up to you.

“hey, um, you… seeing anyone? sorry i just saw you in class and couldn’t stop thinking about you, you are gorgeous.”

he watches as you smile, looking over to where he is as he’s supposed to getting his lunch. “o-oh, uh… thank you but i’m taken.” you shyly respond. the dude follows your eyes, and he only smirks. “well, he doesn’t seem like too much competition.”

you roll your eyes at the corny ass guy talking to you, and cross your arms. as you tell the guy he has no chance, you fail to notice denki look down at his own feet as he contemplates causes a scene at this very moment. but clearly, he didn’t care to think logically. you’re his.

suddenly, you feel a set of haste footsteps followed by two hands slowly find your waist. your movements halt as they massage the skin and pull you closer to the figure’s chest. “hey cutie, who’s this?” your boyfriend asks so innocently, making direct eye contact with the guy who’s face is beginning to flush. “mm, some dude who won’t leave me alone..” the guy furrows his eyebrows as he struggles to open his mouth. “woah, it’s like that, bro?”

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” denki says, responding for you. he softly kisses your shoulder, “she’s mine though, so you should go on somewhere.” with that, the guy reluctantly walks off, failing to hide his embarrassment.

you slowly push denki off of you, giving him a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. then, you both head back to your dorm to get away from the crowd of people at your university’s cafeteria— the habitat of horny, and corny men.

denki closes your door and plops onto the edge of your bed, holding his arms out. “c’mere mama.” you find your way on his lap as you face his grumpy face. he looks down at your body as his hands massage the sides of your waist. “so tired of that, i wish everybody would leave you alone…” he pauses, and it’s the same pause before he’s about to say one of the most outlandish things you’ve heard.

“tattoo my name on your neck.”

you smack your lips, lightly pushing his chest as you roll your eyes. “boy, i am not chrisean rock.”

“well how else are dudes gonna know you’re fucking mine?” he slowly dives into your neck, teasing the skin with his mouth as your lips part, threatening to let out a moan. “kami, you know i don’t want anybody else.” you say shyly, beginning to writhe in his lap as he’s know placing full mouth kisses on your neck. “but they don’t know that,” he mutters. he pulls away and immediately grabs you by your neck, bringing your face centimeters away from his. “if you won’t get me tatted, i’ll find another way to make sure they know you’re mine.”

he closes the space by kissing you fiercely, yet slowly. you drag your hips up on his lap, his hand gripping your waist once more as your back arches with the kiss. you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hands finds his chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat. his other hand doesn’t leave your neck as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. you moan into his mouth, making him subconsciously buck his hips upwards. with that, you slowly start grinding on his lap and he begins to grind on your clothed crotch himself. you move in rhythm with each other, chasing the burning feeling of lust in your stomachs. then, he shoves his hand under your shirt and you finally gasp into his lips. he fondles with your soft breasts, wishing your bra wasn’t it the way. this makes you grind on him harder, and you’re sure he can feel the throbbing pulse of your now soaking pussy even through his pants. denki goes back to your neck, licking and biting your skin until several hickeys begin to show. he was serious, he was gonna find a way to mark himself on you one way or another. his hands now find your ass, squeezing both cheeks as he moves you faster on his laps and his own soft moans begin to spill out his mouth.

kaminari pulls away, both of you breathing heavy. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of you, you know that right?” he says in a direct tone. looking at him half lidded, you nod. without another word, he lifts you off of him and moves fully onto the bed. you follow him and immediately get pulled under him by his tattooed arms. his lips crash back onto yours, your hands frantically grabbing at his body. he grinds onto you, making sure you feel his hard bulge on your cunt that’s close to soaking through the panties under your jeans. “kami, please…” you whine, not knowing entirely what you’re begging for— you just know you need him in every way possible.

he quickly discards of own your jeans, then his own. immediately, his eyes meet the thong that perfectly displays your arousal dripping out and staining your folds that are halfway shown. he nearly drools, running his finger through your clothed slit. “mm-!” you moan, wincing at the pleasure flowing through you just at how eager you were for him to touch you. wasting no more time, he lifts off the bed and stands at the side next to you, pulling you on the edge of the bed in front of him. he pulls down his boxers and slides off your underwear. you gawk at his long, hard dick right in front of you, and he smirks. then, he reaches over to pick up his jeans, pulling his phone out his pocket.

he unlocks his phones, then points his camera to his dick in front of your sopping cunt. he rubs circles on your clit with his tip, “mmm, so wet baby.” he hums, before slowly sliding himself into your entrance. your walls give him a warm hug as your slick squelches once he enters them.

he wastes no time giving you every inch of him, and you cry out. “oh- shit! babyyy!” the pace is almost too much, him pumping into you like he was mad at you. “uh huh, love this dick don’t you?” he uses his free hand to grips your thigh, pushing it back. instinctively, you hold your legs back for him as close to your head as possible. “good girl, let me see that pretty pussy.”

you’re almost embarrassed, your helpless state on display as he ruins your pussy. your normally sweet boyfriend is deep-stroking the brain cells out of you with a dark, sinister smile on his face. but.. you can’t complain, he’s fucking you too good right now. “ohmygod please… i can’t..” he slaps your thigh, making your body jolt. “yeah you can, c’mon. you got it.” you throw your head back, moaning his name like a prayer. “yeahhh, my good girl.” the praise sends your head spinning as the room grows hotter by the minute. “say you’re mine. *smack* say you who belong to.”

“i’m yours- shitttt- i’m yours! i’m all yours” you say, the command causing a white ring to form around his dick from you creaming. “yeah, you like that shit? love being my good little whore?” he slaps your thigh again, making you whine. he relishes in the state you’re in, completely vulnerable to him. he loves nothing more than showing that he could really dick you down when he gets this frustrated. all the anger he gets from all these guys constantly hitting on you- he takes it out as he examines your soft, sweet body that’s all for him: down from your pussy to your mouth, “open up.” he demands. before you can even fully open it, he spits in your mouth from above you. it takes you by surprise, but he gives you not time to think even if you could…. which, you can’t, from the way he ms fucking you. “swallow that shit.”

you lick the excess spit off your lip and swallow, looking him in the eye when you do so you can see him smile. “such a good girl.. so good f’ me.” denki picks up the pace, the camera shaking with his movements. your voice jumps with every thrust as you moan out for him. his breath huffs with every thrust, sweat beading up on the both of your bodies as you fuck like dogs in heat. your body is littered with hickies and red marks that were intentionally painted on your body by your boyfriend. although they’re not permanent like tattoos, they still holding the same meaning that you belong to him and him only.

he grips your waist as he fucks you into pure bliss. you feel a strong knot threaten to burst in your stomach. “i- fuck! ‘m gonna cum~”

“yeah?” he taunts, immediately rubbing your clit. “you wanna cum already? ‘m fucking you that good?” his ego grows by the second as you become putty in his hands, legs threatening to give out. you let out a drawn out moans as he punctuates his hips, abusing your g-spot over and over. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes stiffen in the air, losing control of your body.

“go ahead, nut all over this dick.”

you scream his name as your juices squirt out of you and onto his stomach. he continues fucking you as you making a mess on the floor, the bed on him, and yourself. your body shakes violently as your orgasm takes over you, him pulling out and smacking his dick on your clit as you violently squirt on him. then, he slides back into you, groaning at how soaked you are. “my good little slut… all mine— nobody can fuck you like i do. say you’re my little slut.”

you let out a slurred “i’m your little slut” as you feel another orgasm build up. in a matter of seconds. he pulls your body closer, leaning forward so he can fuck you deeper. in another minute, you’re squirting on him again as he fucks you, moaning so loud your housemates can definitely hear you by now. “fuck baby… so fucking messy.” he moans, now chasing his own high. “fuck- where you want it baby? huh?”

“in me- please!” you beg, looking up at him with doe eyes as he relentlessly bullies your cunt. his eyes spark up, slightly taken aback from your response. “yeah? dick so good you want me to give you a baby?” you nod eagerly, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks from the overstimulation. you both know you’re out your right mind and this is not a logical decision to make on a whim, but you pray that maybe god is on your side just this one time— even though this is such a sinful act. “yes please put a baby in me!”

“daddy’s gonna make you a mama- fuck- gonna fuck my kids into you.” he pants, thrust becoming frantic and rigid. and though he doesn’t wanna admit it, he’d love nothing more than for you to be swollen and soft because of him. the though of you carrying his child with an large stomach that contrasts your smaller figure brings him right to his own orgasm. with a hard, deep thrust, he lets out loud strings of moans matches with the thick ropes of his seed seeping into your cunt. you moan at the warm feeling, eyes threatening to close shut. he pulls out of you, rubbing your clit as cum leaks out of your used hole.

setting his phone down after quickly adding it to his special folder, he grabs a spare towel from his closet to clean the both of you up. then, he lays down next to you after you scoot into your covers, legs still shaking. he looks down at them, letting a chuckle out his mouth.

“damn, i fuck you that good?”

you smack his chest, only causing him to laugh more. “bitch i had you whining to cum in me, hush.”

“oh really? cause if we watch that video back right now you’ll clearly hear you begging for me to-”

another smack lands on his chest, as you hush him frantically. “hey, at least if you have my baby they’ll really know who you belong to.” you sigh, sinking onto his chest. “then, i’ll have as many babies as you need me to.”

@ rumisgf

[daistea]

I need to make that man jealous. I need to see him riled up. I need to see him lose his cool. I need to be the center of his focus. Kicking my feet, twirling the phone cord, rolling over in bed, giggling, like "What do you think he'd do to me if he found out?"

I got u. rubs my filthy trash hands together 

3,700ish words

tw violence, mildly unhealthy relationship dynamics, language, slightly suggestive, Fleki

gn reader x mithrun, established relationship

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 There are layers to Mithrun’s possessiveness.

Layer 1: Caution

You looked nice. Too nice. While Mithrun had a habit of staring, he never gawked. To gawk would imply a certain sort of pathetic desperation. Mithrun was desperate for you, but not pathetically so. 

How you looked at that moment was gawk-worthy, though. He only tilted his head, gaze roaming over your body as you leaned on the dining table, organizing your belongings. Your legs, your hair, your chest, your arms, your shoulders, your back, your—

It wasn’t acceptable.

“You’re going to Cithis’s house, you said?” Mithrun asked. His voice was level, even, with no betrayal towards the slowly growing flame burning within him.

You nodded and sent him a smile, “Yeah. Did you change your mind about coming?”

Yes? No. Mithrun felt himself tense, “I’ll think about it.”

He had zero interest in a party. He had zero interest in drinking and listening to people chatter all night. What he was interested in, though, was keeping an eye on you.

Mithrun’s fist clenched. He dug his nails into his palm, causing a light sting to run through his nerves. You dressed like that for this party? He trusted you to behave, but he didn’t trust anybody else. The thought of people looking at you, their eyes raking down you; the thought of others desiring you… It filled him with a taut, vibrating anger. He was a rope pulled too tightly, about to snap.

Mithrun was definitely going to that party, and he’d stay by your side the entire time. With his arms around you and his gaze roaming the room, nobody would dare bother you.

He won’t get into fights, usually, he won’t be dramatic or loud, but you know when he’s feeling possessive. He gets a dark look in his eye, he holds you tightly, he watches people like a wolf stalking a rabbit. His expression and vibes are usually enough to scare away potential threats.

Mithrun isn’t jealous out of insecurity. He’s jealous because you’re one of his few desires and he refuses to lose you to anyone. Simple.

He’s very shameless about it. 

The next layer to his jealousy/possessiveness is slightly more intense, though, and a bit more rare. 

Layer 2: Enter At Your Own Risk 

The streets of Melini were more crowded as of late. New people had come to check out the nation, and it made shopping for simple groceries difficult. 

You’d given Mithrun the task of locating the vegetable stand. He went without question, doing as you asked and slipping through the sea of bodies. With a moment to yourself, you hitched your woven basket into the crook of your elbow and inspected the fabrics stall. The little house you shared with Mithrun needed new curtains. 

 You ran a finger over a certain fabric, admiring the weave pattern. Yet, a shadow cast itself over the stall and a sudden presence to your right stole away your attention. 

 “Hey,” a man said. You looked up to meet his eyes. He was just a guy, perhaps his smile was a little too confident, but he seemed relatively normal. “You wanna know what material I’m wearing?”

Not particularly. But before you could reply, the man continued, “It’s called boyfriend material. Wanna touch?”

That had to be the worst pick up line you’d ever heard. Should you even dignify it with a response? You felt your expression twist into one of disgust without realizing it. And the man tensed as he noticed his lack of success.

“Let me try again!” He pleaded, “I promise, I’m a nice guy, I just wanted to make you laugh. I saw you from across the street and I think you’re beautiful. I couldn’t not talk to you, you know? I just had—“

You didn’t hear the rest of his words. Your focus immediately turned to the approaching storm. It was like watching dark clouds roll in, hearing thunder shake the world. 

Mithrun lifted his chin a little. He clenched his fist. In his other arm were several potatoes, exactly what you asked him to get. The breeze ruffled his hair. It was the worst kind of anger in his eye, the calm kind. Mithrun’s head was clear. He knew precisely what he was doing. 

Slowly, you shook your head, shooting him a warning look.

Mithrun ignored you. 

He stalked closer as his good eye narrowed. His nose wrinkled just a little, betraying his fury. His shoulders were tense and his knuckles were white as he picked up and potato and—

“No!” You commanded. Mithrun froze, obeying you, but he didn’t look happy about it. The flirty guy also froze with wide eyes.

“No?” The guy asked.

“Not you,” you hissed, then pointed at Mithrun who stood behind the guy, a potato in his hand and only inches away from the guy's back. “Mithrun, I swear to god, if you use your teleporting magic to switch out someone’s literal beating heart with a potato again, I’m making you sleep outside tonight.”

Mithrun was pissed. But he knew you meant it. He turned his gaze onto you, challenging you, daring you to stop him. You maintained eye contact, refusing to back down. He could not brutalize the people of Melini just because they thought you were pretty. The guy was annoying, but innocent. 

Finally, Mithrun’s jaw clenched, but he backed down. He lowered the potato of death and took a step away. The flirty guy was staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Mithrun nodded his head to the left, “Go.”

“Yes sir!” The man said before scurrying away.

You knew your boyfriend was going to spend the next few hours a bit grumpy, a bit clingy and touchy, but… You actually didn’t mind that. It sent a thrill, a heat, up your spine.

He’ll calm down in a bit. It’s just offensive that someone would even try to take you.

Of course, you remind him that that’s unreasonable. That guy had no idea you were already in a relationship. 

Mithrun does not give a damn about reason and logic right now.

He can be a little scary. It’s nice…

Level 4: The Danger Zone

Due to being a loyal partner, purposefully making Mithrun jealous was not on your agenda. He would never do that to you, you’d never do that to him. It was cut and dry. Simple. 

Except, an old friend of yours was visiting Melini and had sent you a letter to announce his arrival. The handwriting on the letter was familiar, filling you with warm nostalgia. You hadn’t realized that you were smiling at his sweet words until Mithrun’s voice tore you from your thoughts. 

“Are they announcing another sale at the bakery?” He asked. It almost didn’t sound like a question with how flat his tone was. 

You looked up to see him in the kitchen nearby, his back to you as he slowly chopped at a green onion. His hair was pulled into a stubby ponytail, but locks of white still fell around his cheeks. You swore, sometimes that elf had eyes in the back of his head. 

“You think I’d be smiling like this at a sale announcement?” You asked dryly. 

“Yes, actually.”

He was right. You hated it when he was right. 

You always told Mithrun the truth, there were no secrets on your end. Mithrun, of course, had his little secrets that you would eventually discover. Like the time you desperately wanted a very pretty coat in the store, but someone else had already bought it, and Mithrun had Cithis brainwash the buyer into giving it to you. For months, you wore that coat thinking ‘wow how nice that they just gave it to me!’ 

Or the time the sequel to one of your favorite books was delayed. And Mithrun disappeared for two days without notice, then came back with an unbound manuscript of the book. You asked how he got it, he said he ‘knows a guy.’ In reality, he broke into the author’s house and stole the manuscript. 

The man was dedicated, you could give him that. 

Yet he kept secrets. Mithrun’s moral compass didn’t always point North and he didn’t care enough to fix it. You thought it was cute half the time, other times it caused a bit of trouble. In the case of your old friend, it would only cause trouble. 

So, for once, you decided to keep a secret. 

“No, it’s actually a sale at the butcher’s,” you lied, “buy one get one free on pork.”

Mithrun hummed in thought, “We could stock up and do a special on pork ramen.”

“We could do that, yeah.”

You hated lying. Now you had to somehow acquire an obscene amount of pork for the shop. 

You decided to tackle that challenge later. For now, your friend would be arriving soon, and you had to figure out how to meet him without raising suspicion. 

No matter how hard you try, suspicion rises like the tide. 

Mithrun isn’t paranoid about what you do in your time away from him. He has the tendency to be a bit codependent, but resists that urge (Kabru told him it was unfair to both of you to put all of his happiness on your shoulders. He begrudgingly agreed. Stupid Kabru and his stupid emotional intelligence.)

So, you go to do your thing. Whatever. He busies himself with one of his weird little hobbies, but Mithrun has a certain instinct for trouble. Something inside of him is telling him to beware, making him antsy. He doesn’t like these new feelings brought on by having a desire for you. It makes his knee bounce and his fingers restless. 

He looks at the fireplace. In the hearth, there’s the corner of a piece of parchment. Why was there parchment in the fireplace? Were you burning papers? Letters?

You were smiling so sweetly at the mail earlier…

He’s up and stalking across the house within seconds, out the door and into the streets of Melini. 

 Perhaps you were too trusting. Perhaps you were naive. Perhaps you were stupid. 

Ages ago, this particular old friend asked to marry you. You refused, of course, because you weren’t ready to get married and you didn’t feel that way about him. He asked again. And again. And again. It was annoying, but you decided to stay his friend because of your history together. 

Now that you had taken a moment to look back on said history, you realized…

This old friend had been trying to court you for years. 

“I heard you have a partner,” your friend said. His smile was tight and the grip on his utensil was even tighter. 

You forced a smile, “Yeah. Mithrun. He’s great.”

“Tell me about him.”

Where to start with Mithrun? It was a safe subject, at least. Your old friend knew about your relationship and would hopefully respect it. 

“Well, he’s—”

Your friend interrupted, “Is he handsome?”

Odd, but not unexpected. You nodded, “Yeah, I mean, he’s an elf so I don’t know if handsome is the right word. More like absurdly beautiful.”

Friend tensed in his chair. You saw his shoulders roll as if he was preparing himself for a fight. “Cool. Cool. Is he funny? Does he make you smile? Does he kiss good?”

You were definitely too trusting and naive. 

“Yes to all?”

“Is he good in bed?”

Your hands shot up as if you could physically repel the questions, “I don’t really want to talk about that.”

“You don’t want to talk about your boyfriend?” Friend asked, his eyes widening, “I thought you loved him. Is there perhaps trouble in paradise? You know you can always vent to me about it. I’m a shoulder to cry on.”

Had your friend always been like this? Surely not. You had good times together. There was that one time he made you laugh so hard you choked on water and he got so scared that he gave you the heimlich. Sure, his hands weren’t in the right place for the heimlich, instead landing on your chest, but—

Oh Lord. He’s always been this bad. 

With your food uneaten and a churning in your stomach, you began to stand up from your seat. “I don’t think this was a good idea, honestly.”

His eyes widened again, “Really? I think it’s a great idea. I came all the way to Melini to see you!”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Listen, our lives have changed and I’m with Mithrun now and—”

Friend shot out of his seat, rounding the edge of the table before you could back away. His face was desperate and he was already breathing heavily. Nearby, the welcome bell rang as someone stepped into the cafe, but the usually pleasant noise was muffled to your ears. Friend put his hands where they didn’t belong, on your waist. That was Mithrun’s spot, that’s where Mithrun's hands went. He yanked you close and dread filled your chest.

This couldn’t be happening. 

His lips were on yours. You tried to pull away, your eyes squeezing shut. His grip was strong and your mind was racing with panic. Your hands landed on his chest to push him back and—

He ripped himself away. Or, rather, he didn’t rip himself, but he was ripped, like a yanked-off bandage. You opened your eyes to see Mithrun, and relief instantly flooded your system. 

But the calming, warm waters of your relief drained as you noticed the look on Mithrun’s face. He was naturally rather blank most of the time, yet at the moment, his good eye was narrowed, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He held your friend by his hair, ignoring the complaints and pleas and insults from the man. Without warning, Mithrun yanked on the man’s hair and began dragging him through the restaurant. It didn’t matter if your friend was bigger than your boyfriend, Mithrun had more strength and determination and sheer will to kick his ass. 

People gasped and watched with wide eyes. Someone panicked. Waiters and workers approached slowly. Yet, the situation resolved itself. Mithrun pushed the door open, the bell rang cheerily, and he yanked your struggling ‘friend’ out into the street. 

Your heart clenched. It felt as if someone had wrapped their cold fingers around your organs and squeezed. Your legs moved before you could give it a second thought, and you were out the door and chasing down your boyfriend instantly. 

Mithrun had dragged the man into a nearby alleyway and thrown him against the wall. Your ‘friend’ was on the ground, hands coming up to hold his aching head. Mithrun knelt down to wrap his fingers around his neck and—

“Stop right this instant!” You yelled. 

He froze, his eye widening. His hair was a mess and his pupils small with focus. Slowly, he stood up straight, taut like a bowstring being pulled. “Why?”

“Because I said so!” Your throat hurt from how desperately you’d yelled.

“That’s not a very good reason," he retorted through clenched teeth.

“Mithrun,” you seethed, “You cannot just grab people by their hair and drag them around.”

His expression darkened, “He kissed you. Against your will, I’m presuming.”

“Of course it was against my will!” You couldn’t help but wave your arms, a little manic and all-too-aware of the gathering crowd in the street behind you. “But that doesn’t mean you can brutalize him!”

Mithrun tilted his head and looked at you as if you were a child spouting nonsense. “Of course it does.”

“Make him pee his pants!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

“Pee his pants!” Someone else repeated.

“Pee! Pee! Pee!”

“Alright,” Mithrun agreed and turned his attention back to your ‘friend’, who was looking around as if he couldn’t believe what he’d been dragged into, terrified and shivering slightly. 

“Do not make him pee his pants,” you commanded, “I swear to the Gods I will—”

“Twist his dick!” Someone yelled.

Since when did the people of Melini get so violent? You glanced over your shoulder only to see that Fleki had arrived and was encouraging the act of dick twisting. Of course. 

“The ol’ dick twist!” She yelled again. 

Enough. That would’ve made you crack up under any other circumstances, but frankly you had no desire to see your boyfriend twist another man’s dick. Mithrun, being himself, was already kneeling down with the intent of twisting. You stomped up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him away. He allowed it, only making a light noise of surprise and stumbling after you. 

The further you pulled him, the less you could hear of the crowd. They expressed their disappointment, but seemed to be dispersing, unwilling to follow you and Mithrun into the darker parts of the alleyway. You rounded the corner of a building and noted that it was filled with crates and relatively clean. A perfect place to have a fight with one’s partner. 

Mithrun read your mind. He straightened up and pulled from your grip, then folded his arms over his chest and glared--- which wasn’t very different from his usual expression if not for the slight narrowing of his good eye and the hard set of his jaw. 

You returned the look. Unwilling to back down, you met his ink-black gaze and lifted your chin. 

The air thickened. It felt as if your blood had started to thrum, to vibrate within your veins. A rock lodged itself in your throat as you forced yourself to hold the gaze. No backing down. You refused. It had been a horrible day so far and Mithrun’s murderous intent did not make it any better. 

(That was a lie.)

(You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but you wanted him so badly.)

Eventually, Mithrun broke the silence, a rare act on his part in these kinds of situations. “Don’t tell me you actually care about him.”

Your blood thrummed a little higher and you felt a heat rise within your stomach, though whether that heat was from pleasure or anger you weren’t quite sure. “He was my friend at some point, though I’m not sure why. The problem here is moreso that you can’t drag people around by their hair and attack them.”

“He kissed you,” Mithrun hissed through grit teeth. 

“And that sucked, honestly,” you admitted, “but he’s just a pathetic loser.”

“Is this the same guy that’s been in love with you for years?”

You blinked in surprise, “What? I’ve only recently figured that out. How did you know?”

His gaze flattened, “Every story you’ve told me about him gave it away.” Of course. Your cheeks felt warm and you did your best to avoid his quickly intensifying stare. When you had no response, Mithrun continued, “Why did you hide from me that he was coming to visit? Did you like that he kissed you?”

An unpleasant flash of horror crossed through your chest and you gasped, “Of course not!”

Did he even need to ask that? It was absurd. Yet, Mithrun took one slow step toward you. It was the calculated approach of a wild animal on the hunt. Without realizing it, you took one step back. 

Another step forward, and you backed up. Two seconds later, your back hit the wall and Mithrun uncrossed his arms. He pressed his palms flat against the brick on either side of your head.

“I think,” his voice lowered, “that you subconsciously knew he wanted you, that you’ve always known, and that I would be angry at you going to meet him.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Heat flared in your lower abdomen and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was so close and you were so weak. 

“Why would I do that?” You managed to ask, though your voice was strained.

“Exactly,” Mithrun said, gravel in his tone. “Why would you do that?”

Curses ran through your mind. The one time you keep a secret from Mithrun, and it ends like this. You’re never doing that again. 

One of his hands left the wall and instead trailed up your waist, slow and savoring. His good eye flickered down to your neck and you had the urge to tilt your head as if to offer him a bite. The thought of him sinking his teeth into you, his body pressed against yours… You were on fire. 

Perhaps you might do this again, on occasion. It could be fun. 

The brick wall was cold on your back. Mithrun’s stare was colder. He leaned in, holding himself up against the wall with one hand, his other hand digging into your hips as if he wanted to sink his fingers through your skin and grip your bones. Harshly, he yanked you closer as his lips crashed against yours. He might’ve drawn a little blood with his teeth. You might’ve had the urge to melt into him. Your legs might’ve almost given out if he hadn’t held you up. 

The heat was consuming. Mithrun’s touch was rough, his kiss hard and laced with the intent to prove a very important point. Every inch of his being was focused on you in that moment. Every ounce of him was yours, and he was determined to prove that you were his in return. He broke the kiss but wasted no time in attacking your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin, teeth and lips scraping down the length and to the curvature where it was most sensitive. As you made an involuntary noise, his grip only tightened. 

And there it was, what you’d been waiting for. He sunk his teeth in. Heat pulsed through your body and you couldn’t help but gasp. You felt what might’ve been his lips upturning into a little smile against your neck. 

But Mithrun suddenly pulled away and blinked, and stared, and let out a soft exhale. The heat died like water dousing a flame. You stared back. He didn’t look ruffled in the least. His cheeks were pale as always, his eyes dull. The only sign that you’d been kissing was the light sheen on his lips. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. You could only guess how you looked at that moment. Judging by how his eye flickered up and down your body, it was probably a sight. 

Mithrun pulled back. He stood up straight and walked away casually. 

“Where–” the words lodged in your throat and you had to force them out, “Where’re you going?”

He raised a hand as he walked, “The butcher actually is having a sale on pork. I need to get some before he closes.”

Without him to hold you up, you slowly sunk to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest. 

No more secrets, you decided, feeling especially dead inside as you stared at a nearby crate. No more secret keeping. 

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[tsukkiibaby]

voice;

feat: miya osamu

genre/warnings: sfw, fluff, royal!au (i'm trying here so don't judge), guard!osamu x princess!reader, one character looking down reader's dress

wc: 2900+

. ｡˚others may not be able to tell the difference between the miya twins, especially with their helmets on, but you can˚｡ .

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osamu knows this is a bad idea. 

he’s at atsumu’s post, standing still at the top of steps that lead to the gardens looking straight ahead at them, atsumu himself on the other end of the lavish fields, the two watching intently for intruders, or anyone who could pose as a potential threat. if any of the palace’s staff were to walk by, they would barely spare osamu another glance - with his helmet on, no one can see his tufts of gray hair underneath, their only other determining physical feature being their eyes, and he’s sure that none of the staff would even be able to recognize the that difference between himself and his brother. 

except you.

currently out in the gardens with one of the princes from a neighboring kingdom, nohebi, he thinks, a grim expression painting your face from the moment your father whisked you towards the front entrance of the palace to greet him. osamu didn’t particularly like the smug smile plastered across the black-haired prince’s face as he exited his carriage, nor did he miss the way the man’s snake-like eyes stared down the top of your dress as you greeted him with a curtsy. from his position at the top of the steps to the palace, osamu could only watch in disgust as he sauntered by him and his twin to follow you and your parents into the palace.

while osamu still would have been able to see you from his original post that atsumu is occupying, his current spot on the outskirts of the palace gives him a higher, better view of you and the sly prince. he can see you clearly as you move throughout the gardens a few paces ahead of nohebi’s crown prince, gaining traction as you lead the man further towards osamu’s normal post. should things go wrong and someone spots them, he supposes he could just blame it on atsumu. they are twins, after all. and it was his idea, his brother jabbing at his bicep with his elbow as they watched you and the prince retreat towards the doors that led to the garden. “ya wanna take my spot on the steps?” he had whispered, leaning into his brother’s body. “might be a little easier for ya ta keep an eye on her.” 

but he knows you wouldn’t fall for the “atsumu started it!” excuse. they’ve been your guards since the age of 13, hand selected by your parents, the king and queen, to watch over you as you begin to age into your teens, wanting extra protection for their youngest daughter. their only princess.

you didn’t have any objections to it, not when both of your brothers had been assigned personal guards when they first reached double digits. you couldn’t imagine seeing your brothers without aran and kita a few paces behind them, their protective eyes always ensuring you were also safe within their line of sight. just as they protected your brothers, they protected you as you grew, right up until you reached the same age and were to be granted your own protection. enter the twins.

hailing from a small village in the vast kingdom of inarizaki, the same village that aran and kita grew up in, it seemed as though the twins were raised for the job from the second they arrived at the palace. you remember seeing them hang around with the two older boys from a young age, tirelessly training with the other guards and knights from sunrise to sunset; neither twin faltering under the intense pressure they were faced with. surely they never knew who or what they would be tasked with protecting until their assignment when they became of age, but the two were dedicated to their craft, hell bent on proving their worth to the royal family. luckily (and unbeknownst) for them, they proved their worth from the first time you saw them. 

“i hope i’m not assigned to guard the princess.” one boy groans.

someone else chuckles. “yeah, me and you both.”

from your hiding spot behind one of the many large columns lining the outskirts of the palace near the training grounds, you feel your heart drop, and you sink back to fully hide behind the massive beam. you try not to let the words of some silly guards - some silly boys, that is, bother you. it always seemed to be like this - no matter how many guards your family brings in to train as personal protection, they never seemed to have any interest in protecting you, instead choosing to help protect your brothers, parents, or simply going off to serve in the kingdom’s military. 

“why not?” another voice pipes up, his tone almost accusing? when you peer back around the column, you see one of the group of boys standing with his arms crossed, a stark contrast to the rest of them, scattered and sitting on the steps. though not facing you directly, you were able to catch a glimpse of his blonde hair before he stepped in front of one of his fellow guards in training. “ya don’t wanna be around the princess?”

another boy, sitting on the bottom step, huffs. “it’s not like she even needs the extra protection,” he laughs wryly. “at least the princes get to practice sparring and fighting! all she does is sit in the palace, attend her lessons, and play in the garden. it’s boring.” he puts emphasis on the word boring, almost spits it. 

gripping on to the ridges of the column, you push your head a bit further out to see more of the boys and their conversation, a scowl on your face. another stands quietly, moving to stand next to the blonde and mimics his actions, crossing his arms over his chest. he turns to face the the other boys who were sitting, cocking his head to the side. “it’d be an honor to protect the princess,” he says pointedly. “ya don’t know how lucky ya’d be.”

with a sharp turn, the boy begins to walk off, in your direction no less, ignoring the frantic shouts of what you assume must be his name. “samu!” the blonde boy calls, but it does him no good. the gray-haired boy ignores him, stalking past you without so much of a glance, his matching gray eyes staring straight ahead. the blonde, who looks eerily similar to the one he was calling after, comes running after him.

if only you knew that in just a few short hours, the two boys who came to your defense would soon be tasked with protecting you daily.

from his spot at the top of the steps, osamu can just quite make out the top of your head as you stroll through the gardens, a few paces ahead of the black-haired prince. no matter how quickly the man walks, he can’t seem to catch up to you, not when you spin around and speed up through the lush fields to evade his ever present hands reaching out to grasp your arm. though quite far away, osamu can see how frustrated prince daishou is getting, pausing briefly to take a deep breath before following after you. osamu chuckles to himself.

as you and the prince disappear further into the tall hedges, osamu hopes that at least atsumu or one of the other guards patrolling the lawn has an eye on you. these meetings tend to go the same way every time - your parents arrange for a prince, or duke, or nobleman from a neighboring territory to come to the palace and get to know you, to escort you through the gardens, and pitch themselves as to why they would make a suitable husband and possible future king. to secure some sort of political alliance. however it always ends with you giving your parents an indifferent smile and a shrug, much to their chagrin. too tall, talks too much, bad breath, it doesn’t matter. your excuses are endless.

osamu can’t wait to hear what you have to say about this one.

though tasked with ensuring your safety, the twins eventually found a way to weasel themselves into a more casual relationship with you. with atsumu’s overbearing and childish nature and osamu’s calm and collected one, you had almost no choice but to allow the informalities, finding yourself more and more lax in their presence. always quick to defend your status or position to outsiders, ready to help at the lift of a finger, and even popping their heads in and out of obligations that you dread, ready to whisk you away with a claim of someone important needing you, the princess, right away. and who are your guests to deny your excusal? you are the princess, after all. ever perceptive, the two seem to know exactly what you’re thinking at all times. 

almost always. 

osamu didn’t realize how much he must’ve been daydreaming. not until he feels a rush of air and the sounds of heels clicking down the marble floor of the palace invade his senses, snapping his attention back to the scene unfolding before him. his eyes fly into the palace to follow the sound of the heels, the back of your long, lavender dress swaying behind as you angrily stomp down the halls. 

“lady l/n!” 

prince suguru is quick, but osamu is quicker, stepping in front of the swift man to stop him from following after you. it’s not like you to rush out of something with no say, not without himself or his brother pulling something out of their asses. the prince sneers down at him, snake-like eyes narrowing at him. he moves to step around osamu, but he’s right there, blocking his path again. “will you get out of the way?” the prince spits.

osamu opens his mouth to speak, but atsumu is quick to beat him to it. “as the princess’s personal guards, i’m afraid we can’t do that,” he says from behind the prince, who scoffs at him. atsumu flashes them a sly grin, jutting his chin down the halls you had just passed through, eyes drifting to his twin. “you go find lady l/n and make sure she’s okay.”

the words are barely out of atsumu’s mouth before osamu is all but running down the hallway in the direction of your clicking heels, eyes darting around the palace quickly. it’s not long before he catches up with you, slowing to match your pace a few steps behind you and stands up straight, gently clearing his throat. “my lady-”

“i do not feel very well, my lord.” the words are rushed coming out of your mouth at the same time that osamu speaks, a stark contrast to your normal speech patterns, always so eloquent and concise. you stick your right hand out a bit behind you, not quite far enough to reach osamu, and your voice is shaky as you speak again. “i must ask that you allow me to retire to my room at once to rest.”

osamu’s steps quicken until he’s walking backwards in front of you, arms reaching out gently in your direction. “it is only me, princess,” he says, louder than before, letting out a soft breath when your steps slow until they stop completely. you glance up, allowing your eyes to meet for a brief moment before they dart back down to your shoes. 

“osamu,” you whisper, your eyes avoidant. you pause, your chest rising and falling at a faster rate than normal. “i need to rest.” 

you begin to walk again, passing him, and he lets you get a few steps down the hall before he’s turning and following you slowly. “i understand, my lady. but one of us must accompany you at all times.”

huffing, you glance over your shoulder with a slight pout as the two of you approach the door to your room. “at all times,” you mutter softly, before turning to the guard at your door with a blank smile. “i’m not feeling too well, so i must ask that you allow me some privacy while i rest.”

osamu smiles wryly at the guard as he passes, allowing you a few moments in your room before he steps inside. “is everything alright, my lady?” his gray eyes follow you as you pace around the room, fiddling with the decorative clip that pins up your hair. your back to him, you don’t turn, other hand reaching up to play with the strap of your day dress. he steps in further, shutting the wooden door behind him, and you whip to face him immediately, taking a tentative back. “princess, are you alright?” he repeats. “did something happen with prince suguru?”

your eyes meet his when he says the prince’s name, and osamu slowly reaches up to remove his helmet, not breaking eye contact. now given full view of his face, you glance down at your shaky hands. “one of us must accompany me at all times, huh?” you ask, repeating what you had said under your breath just outside your room. “why weren’t you at your normal post?”

he pauses, eyebrows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

you exhale through your nose, meeting his gaze once again. “my parents and the others may not be able to, but i can tell your voices apart,” you mumble, crossing your arms and looking back down at your feet. “that creep of a prince was looking down the top of my dress the whole day and the second he figured he was out of your sights he thought he’d try to stick a hand down it.” your voice increases as you speak, throwing your arms out at the end. “and when i loudly asked him to step back, it wasn’t your voice that called out to me asking if i needed assistance, it was atsumu’s.” 

osamu is frozen in front of you. sure, his normal post is stationed at the first fork in the gardens, much closer to you in proximity than atsumu’s, but he was sure that the higher ground of his twin’s post gave him a better way to keep an eye on you as you moved further into the gardens. now, he feels like a fool for going through with such a silly thought.

“i was only trying to have a clearer view on you, princess,” osamu takes a hesitant step closer to you, and another when you do not flinch or back away. with a deep breath, he continues. “i’d like to think i have better eyesight than my brother.” falling back to sit on the chaise situated at the foot of your bed, you exhale sharply through your nose, and osamu can’t tell if it’s to express amusement or distaste. though, with the way you’re still avoiding his watchful eye is having him lean towards the latter. he takes another step forward, then another, until he’s but a large stride away from your seated figure. “can i ask why you were so disheartened to hear atsumu’s voice instead of mine, princess?” he asks, not missing the way your fingers, currently lightly rubbing at your temples, freeze in their actions. “surely, he is just as capable of protecting you.”

your hands find refuge in your lap, fingers fiddling with each other as you straighten your posture. “o-of course he is.” you rebuke, turning your head slightly so that you’re staring out the window. “i was simply asking a question. you’re lucky no one noticed that you two were at different posts. you both could have gotten into trouble.”

osamu chuckles softly, taking another step towards you, finally drawing your attention back to him. your lips part slightly as you slowly glance up at him, and the corners of osamu’s perk up at the sight of your soft gaze. “well, it’s just like you said princess,” he coos, and your eyebrows furrow, cocking your head to the side. “you’re the only one who can tell us apart by just our voices.” osamu’s voice drops as the words leave his lips, stepping back towards the door as your eyes shoot back towards him.

your mouth drops fully open as if to speak, but no words come out. osamu can’t help but feel warm at the sight of your reddening cheeks, struggling to find the words “w-well, of course i c-can!” you sputter. “i’ve known you both for years! i, um, didn’t want you to get into trouble with anyone.”

the warmth in his chest spreads, and osamu hums softly to himself. “i appreciate the concern, my lady. allow me to go find atsumu and ensure that prince suguru is dealt with accordingly.” you nod quickly, eyes trained on your hands in your lap. “you should rest, princess.” you nod, but make no effort to move. “i will return once he is dealt with.”

and after personally escorting prince daishou suguru of nohebi to his carriage with atsumu, osamu does return, only to find you asleep in the same lavender dress, hair sprawled across the array of decorative pillows that you hadn’t even bothered to move before making yourself comfortable on top of your fully made bed. osamu chuckles to himself, gently pulling at the blanket that sits at the end of your bed, far enough away from your feet that it lays untouched. he drapes it over your sleeping figure, ensuring that your arms, legs, and feet are covered before a soft smile spreads across his face. hesitantly, his fingers reach out towards your face, slowly brushing away a piece of hair splayed across your cheek, breath catching in his throat when you let out a soft whine. however, you don’t move, nor do you say anything, your chest continuing to rise and fall with your even breaths, and osamu lets out a sigh of relief, a smile poking at his lips. 

“sleep well, princess.”

[munsonluhvr]

MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER (DAY #3: LOVE LETTER EVENT)

contents: steve harrington x reader. nsfw! At a matchmaking event in Hawkins, you and Steve are introduced to each other for the first time and let's just say - the sparks fly. for clarification, steve is about 27, 28. word count - 2.3k

notes: welcome to day 3 of the love letter event; i hope you all have enjoyed it so far! i dont even care if this fic is hasty in the plot, i love a good hook up with stranger!steve. point blank period.

love letter event masterlist

“Could this get any worse?” A blonde girl with a name tag that reads ‘Anna’ says, shaking her head as her eyes scan the room. “I thought we would be meeting real men not these boys.”

You can’t help but laugh, feeling pleased that other’s feel similar to you. You’re at the first matchmaking event in Hawkins, standing in the gymnasium at Hawkins High School as you mingle with the opposite sex in hopes of finding a potential partner. However, the selection was less then subpar, and you were debating going home.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, the concept sounded a lot better when I saw the flyer, now I’m wondering what I’m doing here.” You respond to ‘Anna.’ The girl sighs in response, swirling the wine in her glass, her bracelets clinking together. A beat later, Anna speaks up again. “Happy Valentine’s Day to us, I guess.”

Your eyes look around, seeing the large group of people that mingle about the room. Cutout hearts made from red and pink construction paper are taped to the walls, adding color to the bland gymnasium. Many tall, standalone tables are scattered around the room, covered in tablecloths, host Valentine’s decorations in the middle of the tabletop, chocolate Hershey kisses scattered around. It looks like a high school dance.  

There must be a hundred people that attend the matchmaking event, you had overheard the hosts of the event that it was a bigger turnout then they initially expected; an even fifty men and fifty women. When you saw the flyer for the event when you walked out of Melvald’s General Store, you thought it would be interesting, something to get you out of your comfort zone and meeting people. An event created just for young adults to meet each other, spark conversation, and foster romantic connections; what could be better? Though, now you stand in the gymnasium, watching poorly dressed men, men who couldn’t even make eye contact, exert larger than life egos and flaunting how they’ll ‘get lucky’ tonight. It didn’t help that you got all dressed up, spent close to an hour picking out the right outfit, applying your makeup flawlessly, styling your hair just right. It was a bummer; the night had had so much potential.

 There wasn’t a single cute guy you saw at the event, and you had really tried to be open minded too. You let men sweet talk you, let them think you would give them a chance, but none of them peaked your interest, none made you curious. That is until Steve.

You are about to throw in the towel, standing against the wall with several women who were feeling identical to your feelings, but something tells you to give it one more go. “Wish me luck,” you whisper to Anna, pushing yourself off the wall. Anna offers you a sympathetic smile, lifting her glass towards you. You spy an empty table, deciding to park yourself there and allow anyone to approach you. You wobble in your high heels, the color of them pink to make your outfit cute and colorful, but you confidently stride over to the empty table that is at the other side of them room.

Once you reach the table, you take a sip of your wine, letting the liquid trickle down your throat. You wish you drank more when you walked into the event, it would have made the experience so much more tolerable.

You play nonchalant, casually resting on the tabletop. Instantly, Steve Harrington is captured by your presence as he notices you from the across the room. He notices you’re all alone and he is quick to get to you before anyone else. Steve rounds behind you, stepping off to the side to announce his presence to you. “What is a beauty like you standing all alone over here?”

You smile, a hot flush washing over your body. Not only is this man that stands in front of you the most attractive man at the event, he’s also the most attractive man you’ve seen in your entire life. “Waiting for a guy like you to come talk to me.” You say, a playful smile lingering on your mouth.

Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m glad I came over here then. You’re y/n?” Steve says, squinting to look at your small nametag. You nod, mimicking his glance, you squint and get a look at his nametag. “And you’re Steve?” Steve leans towards the tabletop, nodding. “Steve Harrington. Also known as your next boyfriend.”

You raise your eyebrows, amused by his answer. There was something that was different then the other guys you have met so far. He’s seemingly got an edge to him, something that makes you curious and want to get to know him. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly attractive, a sweet twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Is that so?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

Steve nods, taking a sip of his wine. “If you let me.”

You smile, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks. You laugh softly, shaking your head. You like that he’s confident, playful, but not arrogant. “You’re just cute enough that I might let you.” You say, placing your glass on the table beside you. You decide in this moment that you’d let this ‘Steve Harrington’ ruin your life.

Steve smiles, amusement playing across his face. Steve is slightly mad at himself as he lets his eyes graze over your body. Steve had come to the matchmaking event to find a partner, a girlfriend, it was time for him to settle down. He had left his playboy habits in the past, trying to mature over the several years he has been single, but Steve can’t help but let thoughts of bending you over enter his mind; it’s hasty, Steve knows that. 

“Is that so?” Steve says, mimicking you. You smile, laughing lightly. You nod; giving it up easily was not part of your plan for tonight but as the minutes pass by with Steve in your presence, your plans change quickly. “Met anybody tonight that peaked your interest?” Steve asks, looking past you to the crowd that continues to mingle behind you.

“Just you,” you say, biting your lip.

“Ah,” Steve says, putting his attention back onto you. “So, there’s a chance I could ask you to dinner and you’d say yes?”

You shrug. “There’s a possibility.”

Steve continues to be amused by you, shaking his head. “Is there a chance I could drive you home before anyone else approaches you and takes away the small possibility I have?”

You laugh. You had already been ready to leave and you were grateful that you didn’t have to take the bus back home. “Certainly.”

After retrieving yours and Steve’s coats, you take a walk across the parking lot, instantly greeted by the brisk, February air. You close your coat across your body, attempting to conserve any body heat. Steve walks beside you, ushering your body across the parking lot to his station wagon. Once you approach the car, Steve walks you to the passenger seat but he pauses.   

Steve gives you a look, one that you received many times from men. His eyes exhibit hunger, a deep interest in getting to know you beneath your clothes. You debate it in your mind, though you already know you’re going decide. Should you ignore Steve’s inviting look, only accepting his proposal to drive you home? Where’s the fun in that? Sure, it’s a bit crazy to hook up with someone after you met him only a short while ago. It is Valentine’s day after all, love is indeed in the air.

You let Steve grab ahold of your hips, his mouth finding yours with ease. Upon contact, you taste the light flavor of the wine they severed inside at the event, his tongue swiping across the bottom of your lip. It has been so long since you’ve been touched, your body instantly obliges by making your cunt slick with arousal. Steve leans you up against the side of his car, his body pressing against yours. His strong hands cup your face, your arms wrapped around his middle, as you help bring your two bodies together. There is a sense of urgency in his movements, his fingers tremble with anticipation.

Maneuvering around your body, Steve pulls open the door to the backseat of his station wagon, gently pulling you to the side to encourage you to get in. You break your mouth from his, backing yourself into the backseat of his car. Your heart pounds against your chest, the anticipation beginning to take a toll on you. Steve climbs into the car after you, letting his body hover over yours. Leaning back slightly, Steve pulls the car door shut, and begins to pull his jacket off, tossing it into the front seat. You follow, your fingers fumbling as you unzip the side of your dress, shrugging it off your body. You’re left in your undergarments, watching Steve as he strips his clothes of piece by piece.

Once Steve’s shirt is off, exposing his bare chest, which your hands immediately explore, and he’s shrugged his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, you lean back on the seats, parting your legs. Steve positions himself over you, letting his mouth re-connect with yours. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve mumbles against your lips, his fingers toying with the straps of your bra, gently pulling each strap down. You hook your fingers into your panties, pulling them off swiftly. Your fingers move quickly to the band of Steve’s boxers, working to pull them off too. At the same time, Steve continues to work at pulling your bra down, pulling it further down your torso, exposing your nipples. Steve breaks his mouth from yours once more, planting kisses from your jaw, down your throat, to your chest. Cupping your breast with one hand, maneuvering your breast into his mouth, his tongue brushing across your nipple. Upon contact, your head throws back, your fingers moving from his boxers into his lush hair.

Steve can’t take the anticipation any longer, reaching down his body to shrug his boxers off. Before you have any time to process, Steve pushes himself into you, your legs tightening around his waist. You gasp, your hands gripping Steve’s biceps. Steve moves inside of you at an even pace, beginning to stroke your sensitive spot, encouraging your eyes to roll into the back of your head. You whimper, his large size asking your cunt to accept his size, though you had never delt with anyone quite as large as Steve.

Your grip around Steve’s bicep tightens, his cock stretching you out. With each stroke, you feel Steve immerse himself deeply in you, small grunts escaping his mouth. You moan softly, against Steve’s skin, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, placing kisses in between grunts. Though it’s freezing outside, cold breezes finding its way into the car, the heat from yours and Steve’s bodies makes the inside of the car hot, fog beginning to form on the windows. The pleasure courses through your body, you reach up in response, your fingers brushing the cold glass of the windows. As Steve moves between your thighs, your legs part, your leg resting against the front seats of the car. “Fuck, Steve.” You whisper, your back arching against his movements. Steve’s name feels foreign rolling off your tongue, though you feel as if you could get used to saying it on a regular basis.  

Steve can barely contain himself as he ruts into you, taking glances at your face which enamors him. Steve has known you for a short while, in reality – less than half an hour, and Steve hopes he gets to know you mor just beyond sex in the back of his car, but at this moment, Steve has never experienced a cunt that wrapped so tightly around him. Steve leans up off your body, lifting your legs so he’s cradling your legs against him, as he strokes into you. He gazes down at you, watching your eyes flutter shut, your lips part, soft moans escaping your lips, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. Underneath the two of you, Steve’s vehicle rocks, reminding Steve that you are in a public place, and that your activities go unnoticed.  

Steve shortens his strokes, his breath becoming ragged as he begins to get closer to finishing. Your body craves him more, your skin tingling under his touch, as your core begins to tighten in your lower abdomen. You whine softly, the pressure building inside of you by the second. Steve’s slow movements aren’t curing your need for him, lifting your hips you grind against him, making up for his slow movements. Steve moves his hands down, his fingers locking around your hip bones, pulling your bottom into him. Steve groans, his eyes fluttering shut, his eyebrows knitting together, as he feels you move against him, at your own temp. And it feels heavenly to him, curing his intense lust for you. Without warning, Steve finishes deep into you, one last moan escaping his throat.

At the same time, your body tenses, an orgasm ricocheting through you. Your legs twinge, shaking around his body. You slump against the seat, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You’re breathless, your chest rising and falling, as Steve removes himself from inside you. Steve inhales several times, attempting to regain his breath. “Wow,” is all Steve says, his limbs loose and weak, as he leans against the car door.

You sit up, noticing the handprint you had made on the window, the bottom of the handprint dripping down, similar to the horror movies. You smile softly; the sex had been that good.

“Can I still take you home and out for dinner later this week?” Steve says, pulling his clothes back onto him. You smile again, looking towards Steve. “Definitely, I’d love that.”

[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part three)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: meeting two love birds make you go crazy.

warnings: swearing, bad flirting?

word count: 1.4k

an: againnn, thank you for such a big support! you guys are sweet💕

(italica = your thoughts)

Of course, you had to be 15 minutes early. You can feel all your nerves going crazy, like you're on a roller coaster, but the moment you're feeling like you're going to fall, something pulls you back right in front of the downhill again.  

Why am I so nervous? I already met them, and it most definitely couldn't be worse than the last time... right?

Your fidgety hands are occupied by many rings on your fingers, pulling them on and off. Your legs are shaking faster than a hummingbird's wings in the spring and your eyes are focusing on everyone who comes through the door you have right in front of you. If someone needed a perfect example of an anxious person, you would make the best candidate.

After another five long minutes, you check your appearance in the camera on your phone for the billionth time today. Shockingly you still look the same.

Breath in and out.

You hear the door open once again and you can feel that the atmosphere in the coffee shop completely changes. Every cell in your body is alerting you, that something is wrong, but not in a bad way, more like a big adrenaline rush, that you would love to feel forever. When you finally dare to look up, you're met with Wanda´s and Natasha´s smiles devoted to you and only you. There is nothing else you can do, but only smile automatically back at them. Both of them look spectacular, but in a different way. While the younger one has a thigh length floral dress, the one holding her hand has short sleeved suit, that fits here more than you think is legal. You not so subtly look both of them up and down with a slightly opened mouth.

How? Like how? Oh god, hot. Pretty. Oh, dear lord, help me, asap.

“Hi (Y/N).” the sweet voice was heard as first, as she sits next to you, letting her partner's hand.  

She´s is sitting very close. Just keep calm. Oh my god, her thigh is brushing over mine. Oh, my lord.

“Hi guys! Hi Wanda, hello Natasha.” you say while smiling like an idiot. In meantime the redhead sits on your other side.

“Hello there, are you okay? You seem a little bit...” the older one asks, glancing over at Wanda. “... nervous?” she looks back at you.

“No, yeah, I'm all good. Just trying to understand what happened in the past hours, other than that, I'm great. Perfect even!” your body language is speaking more than your words, which you don’t realize, but they definitely do.

“Hm... okay then.” Natasha chuckles and licks her lips; she makes very strong eye contact with you and her pupils are dilated as you noticed. “How about me and Wanda speak first and then will be your turn?” she asks again, but all three of you already know the answer.

“Okay.” You look at Wanda, she is still smiling, then your eyes meet Natasha´s again.

“I can't deny the sparks that I had when I saw you walking confidently to my girl-” you take a deep breath to defend your actions and Natasha notice that right away. “Ah ah, you get the chance to talk after us, sweetheart.” you blush at her words, feeling Wanda´s stare as it burns you alive.

“I was saying... as someone who is very observative I can see a big potential when its next to me.” A flirty wink is send your way. “So, what do you say about you being a little addition to us? Nothing serious of course, but a little fun never killed anyone, correct?” Natasha´s eyes glance over at Wanda. “Do you want to add something, love?” Wanda nods.

“Yes, what Nat means is that you seemed very ambitious when you wanted to talk to me. And we... liked that. A lot.” Wanda admits, while blushing a little as well. “And don’t get me wrong, but you are like an open book, so hiding the blush is not working for you.” she teases, and you can´t help but blush shyly even more.

“So responsive, cute.” You can hear Natasha and her raspy voice again.

“Nat. Stop teasing her. I think it’s lot to take in even without your comments.” The younger girl tries to defend you.

“Oh, so you're making the calls now, detka?” Natasha imminently growls her response back at her girlfriend. “You´re lucky were in public and (Y/N) is sitting in the middle.” another darker rasp added to her sentence.

You feel like you're in the middle of a battlefield, so you shift awkwardly in your seat, and try to go on and play Switzerland. You place both of your hands on each girl's thighs which shock even you, so you quickly pull them away and place them on the table, like a teacher.

“Um okay. That was a very... straightforward invitation. So, it would be just sex?” You ask a little confused, not really know if you're still dreaming, or hallucinate from the big amount of coffee you drank today.

“Yes.” Natasha said at the same time as Wanda.

You nod, trying to sort out your thoughts. Looking left and right at them doesn’t help at all, so you make eye contact with the coffee cup in front of you.  

“Just sex.” you mumble out loud, but mostly to yourself, still slightly nodding your head.

Both women hum while watching you like a pray waiting for your move.

Sex. Only that. With them. THEM. I don’t even feel like having a relationship so it’s a win win! Hell yeah! Or not? I don’t know. I should know. I never know. Am I dreaming? Best dream ever.

Your heart is pounding so hard that you feel like it's going to jump out on the table. Both of the girls can see your brain is running at 200% right now, they stay quiet for a few minutes, letting you sort whatever is in your head out. After that it's Natasha who speaks again.

“You don’t have to decide now at the-” you cut her off.

“Okay, I'll do it.” you say it like you would agree to pass her the sugar on the table. With zero emotions in that confirmation. Even though your mind is now full and empty at the same time.

Natasha is very shocked at your answer, and so is Wanda.  

“What?” Now it’s the redhead who is caught in the headlights with your answer.  

“You heard me.” Somehow you got a wave of confidence send you way, so now it's your time to smirk at her. Feeling like you’ve just won the lottery. You got what you though the most stable and confident woman to be stunned. So yes, you have certainly won this round.

“That was faster than we expected, to be honest, right Nat?” Wanda almost whispered. Now it's both of you who teases the hell out of the older woman. You smiled at her comment and turned fully to face her.

“What can I say? I'm full of surprises.” Feeling the confidence, you even wink at Wanda who slightly opens her mouth and raises her eyebrow, while tilting her head on the right side. That makes you shrink yourself a little, but you fight it and in a second you straighten your posture again. Suddenly you feel someone put their hand on your thigh, it's no one other than Natasha, who is back in the game.

“Something tells me, that you're going to be a wilder card than we both imagined.” she squeezes your thigh hard, which made you bite your lip. “So responsive.” she mumbles again and let go of your thigh. At the loss of contact, you let out a little whine, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Wanda giggles at that sound.

“Don't worry...” she kisses your cheek. You can already feel her lips being so soft and you wish nothing else than just to kiss them. Worship them and feel them every single minute of your life.

“... we will call you, sweetheart.” the redhead finishes the sentence.

They both stand up and smile at you one more time. Knowing you're watching they moved their hips more than usual and you just watched as the couple walked hand in hand away from your sight.

Whoa. That was something.

You sit there, not really knowing what do to next. You must occupy your mind somehow or you´re going to explode waiting for their call, like a puppy waiting for their owner.

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[judejazzaluvr]

She’s a Man Eater

Jude Jazza x Reader, Kate (canon mc) x William Rex

Synopsis: The Crown is hosting a ball, the first since Kate started as Fairytale Keeper, and she’s so excited to meet everyone. Enter Y/N, Jude’s beautiful, charming date.

(Or, the one where Kate and Y/N get to know each other.)

Warnings: Fem pronouns, use of Y/N, Jude being Jude, idek if these count as warnings bye

The air of the Crown’s castle is electric tonight, and Kate doesn’t think she’s ever experienced anything quite as exquisite before.

As a simple mail-carrier, she isn’t the most well-off, so having joined the Crown has allowed her to experience a lot more than her small world had to offer.

“Why don’t you go find someone to talk to?” William suggests, breaking Kate out of her stupor. “I have some business with Victor to deal with first.”

“Okay,” she agrees easily, and he presses a kiss to the back of her hand before disappearing into the crowd.

As she navigates the ballroom, she looks for anyone that seems out-of-place or lonely, so that she can potentially keep them some company.

She spots her target only minutes after she begins. A beautiful woman standing near the windows alone, sipping a flute of champagne.

Her own drink in hand, Kate takes a deep breath before approaching the woman.

“Hello.”

The woman seems surprised at the approach, but flashes Kate a smile nonetheless.

“Hello there.”

“You’re… Jude’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

The woman chuckles.

“‘Girlfriend’ is a bit much,” she admits.

Her voice is low and seductive, and Kate doesn’t wonder why Jude chose this woman.

“You came with him though.”

“That I did. Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Kate.”

“Ah,” Y/N seems to have a sudden realization as her eyes light up. “Kate, the Fairytale Keeper, no? Jude told me about you.”

That has Kate’s eyebrows raising.

“I’m surprised to hear that. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

“He’s like that with everyone, don’t worry,” Y/N says, eyes flickering over to the man and back to Kate. If it wasn’t just a trick of the light, Kate could almost swear she saw Y/N’s eyes soften for a moment.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Kate takes a sip of her champagne. “I love your dress, by the way. It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Jude got it for me.” Y/N does a little spin, making both of them laugh. “He does have an eye for these things, I will admit.”

The two women continue to chat, a little about themselves but mostly about the Crown, when Y/N’s eyes get a particular gleam to them.

“Tell me, Kate, do you have an eye on one of the Crown members?”

Startled, Kate blinks.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Have any of the men caught your interest?”

“Well…”

Y/N smiles knowingly and doesn’t give Kate a chance to answer properly before speaking.

“I saw you with William.”

“Oh,” Kate says dumbly, “you did?”

“You make a cute couple. Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

There’s an underlying message to Y/N’s words that Kate catches onto, but they’re interrupted before she has the chance to ask what she means.

“Ya girls gettin along?” Jude’s sharp gaze makes Kate wince, but Y/N just smiles sweetly at him.

(And if Jude’s gaze isn’t as jagged when he looks at Y/N, what about it?)

“Like two peas in a pod,” Y/N says.

“You should bring Y/N around more. I really like her.”

He huffs at that and mutters something about not wanting to share, but Kate doesn’t quite catch it. Y/N does, though, and she laughs.

“Don’t worry, Jude, I’m all yours.”

“Like I was worried about that,” he rolls his eyes, yet his hand still rests on Y/N’s waist possessively.

Kate takes one look at the couple and smiles to herself. They look so cute. Unfortunately for her, Jude catches her smile.

“What are ya makin that face for? Go to William if you wanna look stupid.”

Instead of being upset at his words, Kate’s smile only grows.

“I will. See you around, Y/N.”

A/N: Short but sweet? I think it’s okay for my first officially published (on Tumblr) fic. Hopefully I only get better with practice 💪

[sin-petal]

HEAVY SNOW (a christmas special)

male y/n x Le Sserafim’s Kazuha (2100+ words)

TAGS: christmas!!! kinda sweet mc, strangers to potential lovers, unsafe sex, riding, multiple orgasms, and ugly sweaters

the snow is heavy tonight, you thought, stirring the powdered milk in your cup to melt it with hot water. you thank god that you fixed the heater last week so now you won’t need to worry about being a popsicle overnight. it left a dent on your wallet, but it’s better to pay now than pay for hospital bills later.

with a sigh, you turned around and grabbed the bag of marshmallows, putting it in the chocolate drink. but before you take a sip, you heard a knock. now, you rarely have people you can call friends so visits are very rare, so you froze on the spot as you thought of answering it or not. all the windows are covered with curtains anyway, it’s not like they can look in to check if you’re inside.

more slamming on the door. “hello, is anyone there?” a lovely voice of a woman, which is literally rare, shocked you. you set down your mug and opened the door carefully.

someone you haven’t met before was on the other side, but god was she beautiful. she was wearing clothes that are definitely not for winter, and you could tell by the way she was hugging herself and her body shaking plus the red on her cheeks and nose, she’s cold as fuck. but she’s definitely working that white top and the large denim jacket that’s falling off her shoulder with the matching denim pants.

“c-can i come in?” she said, and it reminded you that there’s a (beautiful) girl shivering in the cold in front of you and you’re staring like an idiot.

“of course, right, sorry.” you step out of the way and invite her in. she shook her head to remove the snow on the top of her hair, before stepping inside and removed her shoes. you could hear the relieved sigh when she felt warm again after you closed the door.

“what are you doing here? and who are you? and why are you dressed like that?”

she laughed, a beautiful sound, before sitting down on the couch and covered herself with blankets. you remembered your hot chocolate and checked on it, and sighed happily when it was still warm. you decided to give it to the girl instead.

“calm down. i’m kazuha. and i… was in a party earlier, but then caught my boyfriend cheating on me so i, um.” she sniffled a bit, and you couldn’t see from where you’re standing if it was from the cold or not. “i lost my ride so i tried to walk from home but the snow got really heavy as you could see and i need somewhere to sleep in the night.”

kazuha smiled and took the hot chocolate, where she closed her eyes and let the warmth from the mug fill her hands. “your boyfriend sounds shitty.” you whisper, sitting next to her. “i mean anyone who dates you would be so lucky and i would never do that,” you stammered out, shrugging. “and i’m um, y/n.”

“you don’t know who i am. what made you think he’s so lucky?”

“well… you’re really insanely beautiful.”

kazuha laughed before taking a sip. “typical man. seeing someone pretty and you go crazy.” she kept drinking for a while before standing up to put it on the table. you watch her, staring at her figure. “that’s not true. i’m sure your good looks match your personality.”

she scoffed, turning around and leaned on the countertop. “didn’t stop him from cheating, right?”

“listen, he’s a piece of shit.” you shake your head and got up as well. “you should change clothes. i have a sweater.” you went to the closet and chose a random sweater, which ends up being a christmas sweater.

“he is a piece of shit.” kazuha confirmed. “also i cant believe you have an ugly christmas sweater and you’re going to ask me to wear it.”

scoffing in fake annoyance, you clutched the sweater close to your chest. “i’m offended that you’ll say it’s ugly. my grandma made that.” kazuha’s eyes widened and you could see the guilt in her eyes, but it disappeared as soon as she saw you were joking. “asshole! i was about to apologize.”

“you can still grovel and beg.” you comment, tossing her the sweater before turning around so you can give her some privacy. you could hear her removing her clothes as she muttered, “you would love that.”

and she’s right, you would. but you keep it to yourself. you bit your lip and kept quiet until you heard some of your things falling on the floor. out of concern, you turn around and gasped when you saw kazuha still in her underwear.

“sorry, i pushed your charger off the table. i don’t think it’s broken so–” she stopped when she saw you staring, her eyes giving a mischievous glint. “do you like what you see?”

at this point there’s no point in hiding it. she’s fit, her skin looks smooth and all you want to do is touch her all over. her breasts look cuppable in your hands, and her thighs would be good around your head. there���s really no point in denying it now, considering you’re growing hard just by the thought.

about to apologize in order not to creep her out, you stopped when you realized that kazuha walked closer to you instead. there was a smirk on her lips before she repeated her question. “do you like what you see?”

“um yeah, i, um. yes.”

with a laugh, she pushed you easily on the couch, landing with a small grunt on your lips. you looked up at her as kazuha sat on your lap, her crotch right on top of your clothed dick. “oh, wow.” was all you could say.

“i should say that. you feel big.” kazuha then slowly unhooked her bra, which caused you to look away. “kazuha, what are you doing?” you ask, your heart beating fast. “this feels wrong.” it doesn’t. but you barely know each other and suddenly you’re fucking?

“listen, y/n. you’re horny, and i want a distraction from my ex. and… consider it payment for the night.” kazuha held your chin, tilting your head. “you’ve never had hookups before? one night stands?”

you haven’t. mostly because you didn’t have a lot of women come in your life to hookup with, but you aren’t saying that to kazuha right now. “um. maybe we can have a date after this. i know a killer place that sells good lasagna, its perfect for cold winter days—”

kazuha simply shushed you with a soft kiss. that kiss was all the consent it took for you to kiss her deeply, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulled her closer. she kissed back immediately with her arms around your neck and her hands messing your hair. her lips feel so good on yours, soft and sweet. her mouth automatically parted to let your tongue in, and both of you let out a small moan when she started moving her hips, and you could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping down on your shorts.

you pull her away only to remove your shorts and her underwear. you sucked in a deep breath when you realized how wet she was. “oh—you’re just ah,” kazuha cut you off by rubbing your tip, her finger spreading your precum. “less talk more sex.” she kissed you again, your hand reaching down to play with her pussylips. rubbing it softly while ocassionally touching her clit got her moaning a bit louder, so you decided to plant hickeys on her neck instead.

“fuck, y/n put your fingers in—god!” you thrusted in two of your fingers at once, knuckle-deep. you look at kazuha’s reaction, her head tilted back, her panting and her hips matching your thrusts. you could see her abs tense, and it’s incredibly so hot you could feel your cock growing bigger.

you took your time spreading your fingers in her pussy and exploring her walls, before pressing on her spot. it made her moan loudly and slightly pull away from you that it made you tighten your arm around her waist. “keep still.” you whisper near her ear before kissing her again and continue to rub her over the spot.

kazuha was shaking in your arms, and it didn’t even take a minute before she came all over your fingers. concerned with how intense she reacted, you asked her if she’s okay.

without any answer, she just quickly positioned herself on top of your cock. “i’m going to ride you and you’ll love it.” kazuha smirked and leaned down to kiss you just as you pushed your tip inside her slowly. her pussy was loose and wet enough to go inside with little resistance.

it felt heavenly. kazuha was warm and soft inside, and there was just no words to describe it. “you’re big,” she laughed softly, a contrast to what they’re doing. you reach up and smoothen the crease going on between her furrowed eyebrows, your other hand helping her go down on your cock. “bigger than your ex, i hope?”

“oh, much bigger. and much better.” kazuha assured you before sighing once she was fully seated, and soon she was moving. soft moans and grunts filled the rv, and you felt brave enough to go a bit rougher. you matched her pace with your hips, thrusting up when she goes down.

few minutes pass by and kazuha’s moans got louder and louder. her pussy was also squeezing and clenching more than usual which is a sign that she’s close. you are too, but you wanted her to be the one who cums first.

“you’re so hot.” you blurted out, and it seemed to be just the trick to make kazuha spill over the edge, her hips shaking and her loud moans near your ear was enough as well to pull out and cum on her toned abs.

kazuha looked down and smiled, before grabbing your chin again so she could kiss you. you kissed back desperately before flipping you both over so kazuha’s the one pinned down on the couch. you pushed inside her again, moving your hips steadily and focusing on hitting kazuha’s spot.

her loud moans were motivations to keep going, and her nails dug on your forearms as she tried to match the pace. “fuck, you’re doing so good, y/n—!”

a burst of pride filled your heart and it made you move faster and harder. it’s rough and you were about to ask her if she’s okay but with how she’s rolling her eyes back and keep blabbering at how it feels so good, then it must be the right thing to do.

it was a surprise that you managed to last for more than five minutes with how good kazuha’s pussy was clenching around you, every time you pull out it seems like it’s asking you not to.

you were focused, one of your hands playing with kazuha’s nipple, rolling your thumb and squeezing it. she squealed occasionally and would always moan your name loudly. she sounded so beautiful. your name sounded so good on her lips.

“kazuha,” you groaned out. “i’m fucking going to cum.” kazuha nodded and reached down to rub her clit, which caused her hips to shake intensely. “do it fuck, cum!”

you pulled out again, cumming all over her abs once again as she did the same. you then sat down beside her, trying to catch your breath and looked at kazuha who’s doing the same.

“that’s one of my best hookups ever.” she laughed, leaning her head on your shoulder. “that’s the first of my hookups ever.” you responded as you leaned your head on top of hers.

“you’re a virgin?!”

“no, dumbass, i’m not. i just don’t do hookups.” you laughed at her reaction and flicked her forehead.

“well,” kazuha shrugged as she sat up straight so she can look at you properly. “it doesn’t have to be a hookup.” you raised your eyebrow at that, making sure you’re hearing it properly. she saw the look on your face and rolled her eyes. “come on. i don’t want to treat you like a rebound but you’re cool and i want to give you a chance. i also want to know you better.”

you smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. one, two, five seconds, before you pulled away. “good thing there’s a coffee shop nearby. just a five minute walk. we should go there tomorrow morning.”

“it’s a date.” kazuha smiled and wrapped her arms around you, kissing you deeply. “good, then you should wear my ‘ugly christmas sweater’.” you reply while doing air quotes. kazuha snorted, nodding. “fine. make sure you pay for everything.”

you pull away from her and grabbed your thick blanket, covering the both of you to keep you both warm. and with a small smile on your face, you both cuddle tightly on the sofa.

[haddonfieldwhore]

unexpected- bela dimitrescu

bela dimitrescu x reader

warnings: brief violence, mentions of blood/blood drinking, potential stockholm syndrome undertones? this probably has so many plot holes, maybe hints of nsfw for like 2 seconds

you felt your knees scrape against the stone floor as you were thrown to the ground, along with 2 other people who were in the same position. you had been on a solo hiking trip when you got well… incredibly lost, to say the least. you weren’t sure what the case was for the other abductees, but you assumed something similar happened for them to end up in this enormous castle along with you.

your head felt fuzzy and your vision was slightly blurred from bumping your head, as you heard what sounded like… insects? in the middle of winter? you must have hit your head harder than you thought. the buzzing sound was replaced with the sound of laughter - the unfriendly kind - as three figures dressed in dark clothes seemed to almost materialize in the room with you, until one of them stood over each of you. you looked up at the figure, now able to see that it was a blonde woman, with dark makeup and was that- blood? dripping down her lips? regardless, you couldn’t help but think that you had never seen anyone so-

“beautiful,” you muttered, unintentionally saying the end of your thought aloud. she looked at you curiously, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her dark stained lips. “i - im sorry.. i didn’t-,” you mumbled, as she leaned closer,her face now a few inches above yours. you could now tell that you had in fact heard insects; they were flying around her and crawling across her body. you found yourself unable to speak, both in awe of her beauty and terrified of whatever she was going to do to you.

“well,” she laughed. “i must say, that is not quite the reaction i’m used to from captured prey.” her dark fingernails traced along your collarbone, and you shivered. what exactly did she mean by prey? your attention was drawn to your left, and one of the other captives let out an ear piercing scream, and you saw one of the other cloaked figures biting into his neck. you felt the blondes cold hand on your throat, turning you head back to look at her.

“i’ll do anything you want,” you said, staring up at her with innocent eyes, and it sent an excited chill up the woman’s spine.

“i know you will, little one.”

•••

that had been three months ago, and you counted your blessings every day that you were still alive. you were the only one of the three humans captured that day, and you still were in disbelief when you woke up each morning. bela, the blonde who had taken you, had surprised even herself when she made the decision to keep you. maybe your blood tasted that good, or maybe she liked the way you looked at her, you weren’t sure, but you found yourself quickly growing fond of the eldest dimitrescu sister.

cassandra and daniela, bela’s younger siblings, were perhaps even more shocked when the blonde had said a week after you had arrived, that you were off limits; not to be harmed in any way. the specifics didn’t matter, whether you were her pet or personal blood bag, you were hers and hers alone. you have her blood when she needed to feed, and despite her mothers protests, bela had designated a bedroom near hers to be yours. her mother, alcina, was against keeping a human here for any reason other than to drain them dry of their blood, other than the maids. you offered to work, free of charge (keeping your life was payment enough in your eyes). the money was not an issue to the countess, but she surrendered and agreed after belas constant pestering.

her sisters were shocked; they had never seen their older sister like this, and frankly, it scared them a little. how could they trust someone like you- an outsider, a human? sure, you had very little chance of ever escaping the castle and even less of a chance of getting out of the village alive and alerting anyone of their existence. and who would believe you? bela kept you on a short leash, never letting you too far out of her sight; not that you were complaining. from the small amount you had explored the castle, you knew you would get lost in a heartbeat, or find yourself in inescapable danger.

you were sitting in the garden, admiring the flowers, your fingers tracing the delicate petals of the roses that somehow were still in bloom in the cold winter. one of the maids came out to find you, since the sisters could not go out in the cold.

“lady bela is asking for you, dear,” she spoke. the other maids were friendly enough towards you, but a little cautious, knowing you were so close to bela and not wanting to get on any of the dimitrescus bad side.

“thank you, mary,” you smiled. “do you have scissors with you?” you asked the older woman. she patted the pockets of her apron, and found a small pair of shears, offering them to you. you thanked her again, carefully snipping a single red rose from the bush. you have back the shears and headed inside, carefully carrying the bloom with you as you hurried to bela’s room.

you knocked on the door, hiding the rose behind your back while you waited for her to open the door. you smiled at the blonde when she appeared in the doorway, and she looked you up and down playfully.

“what are you hiding, little dove?” she asked, a smile spreading across her face as you presented the rose to her. “does mother know you’re stealing her flowers again?” she teased as she took it gently from your hand, admiring the crimson petals.

“no, but i’m hoping she won’t miss just one of them. and i thought since you don’t get to see them all winter…” you explained, and she smiled back at you.

“very thoughtful. thank you.” she sniffed the air slightly. “are you bleeding?” you looked down as she grabbed your hand, and there was indeed a pin prick of blood on one of your fingers.

“it must be from one of the thorns- im sorry.” you apologized, but she just laughed, bringing your fingertip to her lips and sucking gently it, until the bleeding stopped.

“all better,” she smiled. she walked over to the dresser and placed the rose in a vase, taking out a long dead one that you had brought her weeks ago.

“mary said you were looking for me?” you remembered why you came inside in the first place.

“do i need a reason to want to see you?” she teased. bela often danced around answering questions, but you had grown used to it at this point. “come here,” she said, now sitting on the bed. you obeyed, sitting next to her, before she tackled you into the bed, pinning you down.

“bells-“ you exclaimed as her weight on top of you knocked the wind out of you. she smiled at the nickname, and you could see her sharp canines.

“you know, i already ate this morning but i can’t help myself; you taste too sweet,” she laughed, but instead of biting your neck like you thought she would, she leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. your eyes widened, but you couldn’t help but kiss her back. her lips were surprisingly soft, and even as her teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, you couldn’t help but notice how gentle she was being.

her kisses trailed down your jaw, before you felt the familiar sensation of her fangs sinking into your neck. it hurt, but you had grown used to the feeling by now, having given her your blood many times. you were starting to feel dizzy, and almost as if she could tell, bela pulled away, smiling with red stained teeth at the way your fingers clung tightly the the fabric of her sleeve.

“rest, little human,” she muttered, pulling the blankets over your tired form and tucking you into her bed. you could barely keep your eyes open, but you could’ve sworn you felt the bed dip next to you.

•••

you awoke a few hours later, although you weren’t sure what time it was as the curtains in the castle were always closed to keep out the sun and the winter air. despite the castles cold interior, you were warm and cozy, and you looked at the bedding around you, delicate patterns of black and red surrounding you. the felt someone stroking you hair gently, and could hear a quiet humming from the person sat next to you. you looked up to see bela sat with her back against the headboard.

“good morning sleepy head,” she teased. “did you sleep well?” you nodded in response, although still tired. unable to stop yourself, you curled closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and laying your head in her lap. she made a small gasp in surprise, as never in her life had someone clung to her so adorably. how could she feel this way about a human? she thought to herself, surely her mother and sisters would berate her for going soft.

to say that bela never expected to be in this situation was perhaps the biggest understatement ever. but your soft little sounds you made as you snuggled into her, despite her lack of body heat, made her cold heart swell for the first time in what felt like forever.

“stay close to me little dove,” she cooed. “there are horrors in this world you could never even dream. but i will keep you safe.” she gently touched the two small puncture wounds on your neck where her fangs had pierced your skin.

“i will be the only thing to ever harm you.”

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Kill My Ex (?) Chapter 2 - dark!Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x Ex-girlfriend , Rick Flag x Fem!Reader (slightly)

Warning: Manipulation, betrayal, delusional character.

Summary: Lloyd finally has her back in his arms. He thinks he could bring back the old Y/N who loved him. But what about Y/N?

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,-

Life is difficult sometimes, and it’s not easy to wake up every day and go through what you have to face. But the beauty in difficult times is we can share it with the people who care. 

For you being able to meet others like friends and family is a privilege. 

Because since the day your ex Lloyd Hansen caught you, he never left you alone. You’ve never seen him this possessive when you left him three years ago. His demeanor changed because he almost lost everything he had built to catch this one guy.

He makes sure everything is going along with his plan. 

He starts to rebuild and fix his name in the security business. Like today, you will accompany Lloyd to a charity party where he meets potential clients.

You looked at yourself through the mirror. You wear an expensive dress from Valentino and an expensive necklace hanging on your neck. Lloyd gave you an expensive gift to spoil you. But you don’t feel anything because he held your fiance hostage.

Suddenly the bathroom door got knocked, and a voice could be heard from outside. "Y/N hurry up, we need to go."

You sighed heavily and opened the door. "I’m ready." 

When he saw you walking out of the dressing room, Lloyd felt accomplished seeing you looking beautiful with the dress and accessories. 

"Perfect. I knew sapphire would be perfect with you." He kisses your cheeks while you hold your urge not to vomit.

He linked your arm with his "Let's go."

At the party. 

When rich people gathered, some people could feel intimidated. You feel it too, but not with Lloyd. This kind of event is his playground. 

He is always confident and charismatic, and the guest also got mesmerized by him. The other reason is that his uncle Reynold Hansen, the Vice President, held the event. 

You knew Reynold Hansen as a terrible person. His history in the military is also bad. There's evidence that could prove that, but then 'poof' it's gone. 

It must be Lloyd who made it possible.  

Hansen men are scary. They are persistent; they will do anything to get what they want, no matter their method. 

Reynold saw you sitting at the table alone, he talked to Lloyd. "I told you to get rid everything related to the mission. Instead you keep her and a patient."

Lloyd smirked. "Be grateful that I made a path to make you win, uncle." 

He won't let anyone talk shit about you, he whispered near Reynold's ear. “If back then you and the President not so fucked up in the head, it won’t be like this.”

Reynold scoffed. “Look at yourself, Lloyd, we’re the same. Both of us have fucked up minds. You imprisoned the woman you love.”

What Reynold said kicked Lloyd in the nuts because what he said it’s true. 

Lloyd believed that if you stayed beside him, he could make the old you return.

Perhaps because he already faced death before, it was a miracle he could wake up. The moment he wakes up from his deathbed, all he can't think about is you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

The story between you and Lloyd starts from the day he entered Harvard. You’re quiet and intelligent in class but always follow him around. Everyone is sure you will enter a famous fund management company after graduation. 

But instead, you join the CIA. Everyone said you are crazy, but Lloyd likes it because he likes being a priority. 

When he got kicked out from the CIA, you also joined him. With your brain, both of you build Hansen Security together. 

No matter what method he used to capture the target, you never complained like Susan. 

He knew you had feelings towards him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he played with it. As long you stay with him.

He admit that it was a stupid move and that his biggest regret. Because you suddenly quit being his business partner and left without saying goodbye. 

When he found out you joined the task force, he wondered why, but the reason was still unanswered.

Then he felt like being shot when he saw you with Rick Flag. It made him mad. 

That man doesn't deserve you. It was perfect timing when Reynold asked him to eliminate Amanda Waller's task force. 

Kill two birds with one stone. 

Now he has you in his arms; he won't let this chance turn to dust. 

He won't betray your trust anymore. He knew you hated him, but he would never let you go. 

And he admires your will to survive even know you hate every time he touches and kisses your cheeks. He never sees your disgust and anger through your expression. 

Reynold knew his nephew was lunatic and sadistic, but he needed Lloyd to get where he stood. He sips the champagne. "But still, I don't like her."

"You don't have to."

Sometimes Lloyd hates this trait from family. If a man and woman from Hansen like someone, they will only love that one person for the rest of their life. 

“My wife wants to talk to her. She wonder what kind of woman could tolerate you.”

Lloyd chuckled. “She probably like Y/N.”

While both men were talking, an older woman walked towards you. The way she walks shows how elegant she is, and every guest nods their head to show their respect.

Her name is Caroline Hansen. She came from a well-known family who was always famous for philanthropy and charity. 

She saw you sitting alone and sat in the empty chair beside you. Her strong perfume doesn’t make you nauseous but calms you. “Mrs. Caroline.”

“Y/N, we finally meet.” She puts her hand on your shoulder, and then her eyes move to your stomach, which you’ve been stroking the whole time. She couldn’t help to ask, “How long have you been pregnant?”

You gulped. “Three months.”

Caroline put her hands on her mouth like she was excited. “Congratulations, my dear. But how are you feelings?”

“I’m fine.”

She asked again, “How are you feeling?”

Her question made you breathe and sigh heavily; you lowered your head to ensure Lloyd couldn’t read your lips. “I’m this close to lose my mind.”

Caroline wanted to say something to you, but she saw her husband and Lloyd near the table; she gripped your hand and whispered, "Remember the goal Y/N. I will contact you."

After she said that, she slowly stood up and approached Reynold, and both greeted the other guest. While Lloyd sits beside you, he leans closer. “Is she nice to you?”

You smiled at him and tapped his right thigh. “Yes, she’s really lovely.” The only person in this room who cares about you.

At Lloyd's residence.

Your body rests on a shared bed with Lloyd while he massages your foot. After the party, he noticed how you walk is different, so he did this. 

"Carol wants to meet you. Do you want to?"

You lowered your book and looked at him. "Hmm, sure." 

After being with him for months, you knew how to deal with him. Always acknowledge and look him in the eye whenever you talk to him. He never touched her sexually, but you never know how long he kept this act. 

Every night he always got a nightmare. Not being a winner affects him badly. He will calm down as long as you rub his back where he got shot and massage his left palm, which lost a few fingers. 

Seeing him lower his guard made you think of a hundred ways to kill him. 

But you won't do it because the time is not right.

You have waited for this moment for 25 years.

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Leather and Lace

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

With: Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Benny Miller, and Will "IronHead" Miller

Chapter 2

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Fic Summary: While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn't talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

A/N This will be a series! I've never written Santi before, so what started as one shot turned into a mini series.

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The basement was dark and cold as Santiago and Frankie descended the staircase, their flashlights placed below their guns to light the way, scanning the room for anyone else they needed to kill as Benny and Will cleared the upstairs. The four of them had taken care of the first floor together, taking out the few guards that were left.

Seeing no switches to turn on, Frankie went right and Santi went left, clearing the single room. “HANDS UP!” Santi shouted to anyone potentially in the basement. 

“Shit, Pope” Frankie called over, Santi cleared his side and went to where his friend called him, that’s where he saw her. Initially, he thought she was dead. There was a girl tied up in the corner, face bloodied as she slumped as far as the ropes against the chair allowed her. “Miss?” Frankie called before glancing at Santi with a raised eyebrow. The girl was in shorts and a low cut tank top, showing off the bruises marking her skin. It was way to cold down here to be dressed that like that. “Is she breathing?”

Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…. “Fuck…” He mumbled, lowering his gun and flashlight while Frankie kept his up, he placed his hands on her neck and found a pulse on her cold skin. “Well, she’s-” alive, he was going to say, before her eyes shot open with a gasp. When the girl saw the gun in her face, she screamed briefly before shutting her eyes and mouth tightly, bracing herself. “Hey, hey it’s okay” Santiago Garcia put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she just started whimpering eyes closed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pope, give her space…” Frankie warned, knowing Santi can be intense.

He glanced up to Frankie “Put the gun away”

Frankie lowered the gun, but didn’t put it away while Santi went around to the back of the chair. When he began cutting the ropes around her arms, she visibly started shaking. “Catfish, she’s handcuffed to the chair” He popped his head around, back into Frankies view, looking concerned. 

Nodding, Frankie put his gun away and grabbed his radio “Benny, come to the basement, bring shit to pick a lock.”

‘What is taking you guys so long?’

“Ben, now” Frankie ordered. Ben didn’t respond, which Santi knew meant he was coming. Frankie kept his senses alert, aware Santi was clearly distracted. This was going to be a problem. She was going to be a problem. 

“Miss?” Santi spoke softly, carefully. “We’re gonna get you out, okay? We’re not here to hurt you.” She didn’t reply. “Can you tell me your name? I’m Santiago”

Frankie, who was scanning the room, whipped his head back to Santi “Are you crazy? You don’t know who she is.”

“She’s obviously being trafficked!” He was knelt at the chair and nodded to the handcuffs “Look at her wrists, they look like shit.”

“You don’t know, Pope. She could have more to do with this than you think, and you don’t know where her loyalties are.”

Santi stood up, irritated. “Well, I don’t think her loyalties are with the people who did that-” he motioned to the bloodied girl, who continued to keep her eyes closed tightly like she was braced for pain. “To her face.”

“She could have Stockholm Syndrome” Franki insisted. “Just don’t tell her more than you need to.”

“It doesn’t matter what she has, because she’s not going back to them to tell them anything” Pope spoke as if his voice was a command to fate. She will not go back, she will not be hurt again. All the things he had done in his life, he wanted to do some good.

“Oh fuck…” Benny  practically hopped down the stairs, pulling out a few small items. Benny could pick about any lock. “Who is she?” He asked Santi.

“No idea...” Pope watched as Ben undid her handcuffs with ease. Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but they were wide with terror and avoiding the eyes of the men surrounding her. She rubbed her raw and bruised wrists, flinching when Santi knelt back down at her side. “Hey, can you look at me?” She didn’t. He sighed. “Can you come with us upstairs? No one is up there but us.” Santi didn’t tell her that was because her captures were all dead. He pulled out his own flashlight again, looking at Frankie and Benny, nodding them upstairs. Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes.

Benny looked confused, but Frankie grabbed his shoulder pulling him away. Frankie grumbled to the blonde boy. “We’re on clean up duty.” And went upstairs to drag the dead bodies out of where the girl could see them.

Backing up a bit and allowing her space, he tried to catch her eyes. He had a dual purpose for sending his friends upstairs. First of all, they really did need to get the dead body away from where she might see. Pope intended to take her up there, get her some first aid, food, water, and whatever else she needed. But also, he thought she’d be more comfortable with just him. Santi assumed that she was trafficked, and if not that, it was more than likely that she had been sexually abused by one or multple men here. Having three men with guns wasn’t doing much to calm her nerves. Even if Santi knew they wouldn’t hurt her, she didn’t know that.

 “I know you’re scared, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. Me and my friends, we’re going to get you out and to wherever you need to be. Are you from here?” She didn’t look Latin American, but you could never be sure. She didn’t speak, but shook her head, still looking at the floor. It was a start. “Are you from the US?” She nodded. “We are too. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back there.” He called into his com again. “Guys, she’s from the states, she’d gotta have some sort of identification or papers here. I need you guys to try and see if you can find anything.”

‘Pope, what’s the plan.’ Will answered, meaning what’s the plan with her.

“We’re going to get her back to the states and she’ll get set up with services.”

‘We’re supposed to be looking for-’

“I know that, Ironhead, are you suggesting we just leave her here?”

‘No, of course not, I just mean we need to get going and-’

“Just try and find her fucking papers and you can argue with me latter”

He turned back to her. “Sorry, can we go upstairs? Get you some food?” She nodded again, shaking hands bracing against the chair as she hesitantly tried to stand up. When she leaves her chair, her legs give out, but before she falls to the ground Santiago catches her. Finally, finally, she met his eyes. For the brief moment, he looks at her bloodied and bruised face as she stares back at him. Was it with terror? Confusion? Curiosity? He didn’t know. He intended to sit her back on the chair, not wanting to touch her more than needed, but when he moved to carefully set her down, she tightly gasped and gripped his arms tighter. He froze. She was looking away from him, but holding onto him for dear life, her face so close to his arm.

“Can I help you upstairs?” 

She nodded vigorously, face softly brushing over his shirt.

“Okay, let’s get you something to eat…” Santiago had to practically carry her up the stairs, her whole body trembling as he sat her down in a comfortable chair in the living room. “Stay here” He said, as if she was capable of moving. Protein bars and water, he figured those were safe. In the light, she looked like. Hell. Her skin was pale, almost gray, and he wondered when the last time she saw sunlight was. The actual color of her hair, he wasn’t sure of. It was blonde, but right now it was covered in so much dirt and blood that caked to her face it was hard to tell. Her skinny appearance, sunken eyes and inability to stand told him she was malnourished. How long has she been here? 

She ate hungrily, gulping down the water. All initial reservation she showed around him appeared to have faded as she devoured what was in front of her.

“Careful, you’ll make yourself sick.” Santi warned, but she didn’t slow down.

“Hey” Will called from the hall, becoming Santi over. “Who the hell is she?”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms and looked over to the dirty girl who only seemed preoccupied with eating. “She won’t talk. She only nodded when I asked if she was American.” When Santi looked back, he saw concern on Will’s face, but it wasn’t only for the girl. “Relax, Will.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Will was defensive. “But we need to go, we can’t stay here.”

Frankie rejoined them. “You didn’t have to say anything. He knows we know how he is.” Fish gave him a pointed look.

“I’m like what? I want to help a girl whose clearly been sex trafficked?”

“No one is saying to leave her, Pope.” Frankie said loud enough to make the girl look up. The three of them moved a few feet down the hall and spoke quieter. “We have a lot of work to do here, she can’t get in the way of that. Okay?”

“I know, Fish.” Santi asserted. “This whole operation was my idea”

“Let’s just get her on one of the bikes and get her to the police there, the longer we stay here the more we risk someone else showing up”

“Lacina Dumas!” Benny sauntered into the living room towards the girl, making her stiffen again. He was carrying a few papers and a wash clothe and sat down on the coffee table across from her. “I’m Benjamin, nice to meet you” He smiled and extended his hand towards the scared girl.

“Ben” Santi warned as he strode towards the pair, but stopped when he saw her carefully shake his hand. It was practically a fucking miracle, she couldn’t even meet Santi’s eye.

The younger Miller continued. “Everyone just called me Benny.” His older brother told him to stop giving her personal information, but Ben ignored her. “Do you go by Lacina?” He spoke carefully, but casual. Almost like he was meeting an applicant for a job, he was trying to put her at ease, but not baby her.

There was a long, long pause, before she finally spoke. “Laci.” Pope’s jaw dropped when he finally heard her speak, he wasn’t sure if she could. He had wondered if she only spoke a little English, or maybe they had even cut out her tongue. It wouldn’t be the most horrific thing he’d seen these people do.

Ben’s warm smile broadened. “Pretty name.” He showed his hand holding a wet washcloth. “Can I clean up your head a bit, see if you need first aid?”

Laci nodded, and Ben carefully cleaned off the blood, revealing the closed wound on her head. It was past first aid and had healed on its own. It would leave a scar and Pope doubted her hairline it cut into would recover, but she’d be okay.

Santi watched, amazed. Ben had a natural charm that everyone responded to. His face was handsome, but not disarmingly so. There was a reason they called him baby-faced Benjamin. Selfishly, and not for the first time, Pope wondered what Ben had that he didn’t. Why did she answer Ben, and not him? Pope has the urge to protect her, but he also wanted badly for her to put her trust in him, to feel safe with him…

Before he could think further or gauge Will and Frankies emotions, the door slammed open and shut; someone had hidden in the house and ran out. All for men were out the door before they saw the drug lord speeding off in a car. 

“GO! GO!” Will ordered as Ben and him hopped on the bike the road out there and sped after the man. 

Frankie got on his bike, turning around when he noticed Santiago Garcia hesitating. “POPE! We have to go NOW” 

Santi pointed inside the house with his gun. “I can’t leave her!”

“FUCK!” Fish slammed his hand on the handles. “This is what we meant! Get on here, we need you!”

He shook his head. “No! If he was hiding, someone else could be, I’m not letting them take her.”

Frankie shouted again, watching the other bike and the car disappearing, there wasn’t any more time. “We’re talking about this latter, don’t fucking leave!” And with that, Frankie was off, a trail of dust behind the motorcycle.

Santi scrubbed his face. He hated watching them go off on their own without him… but he couldn’t leave her there. He wandered back inside, seeing Laci there on the couch with unfinished food. “You should probably eat more.”

She shook her head, avoiding eye contact again.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She shrugged. Goddamn, she didn’t even remember… she seemed so young now that Benny cleaned her up, What horrible things had she seen? He lips still looked almost blue from the cold basement, and it wasn’t much warmer up here. He thought about finding her something other than the skimpy excuse gif clothes she had, but figured they’d get her to the village soon enough, once the boys got back. God, he was going to get an earful from Frankie and Will. Pope put her ID, social and birth certificate in the pocket of his shirt, knowing that will make it much easier to get situated back in the States. “You know you can look at me, I’m not going to punish you for making eye contact…” He spoke softly, hoping to god she believed he wouldn’t hurt her, but before she could respond there was a gunshot. Glass shattered around them, falling into their hair and making a few small cuts on Laci’s significant exposed skin.

The shooters missed, but Pope couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Get low and run!” He took her hand, pulling the terrified girl out of the house. Santi had his gun drawn in one hand, and her arm in the other as he tried to find the shooter, unable to identify him. Fuck, they had to go. “Get in front of me, run to the woods!” Santi ordered and she compiled. Thankfully the mix of adderaline and the food and water helped her be able to run, although not as fast as Santi would have liked. He wondered if she was running on pure survival instinct at this point, and hoped and bullets hit his bullet proof vest, not her or anywhere vital on him.

And they ran. Santi stopped hearing gun shots when they entered the treeline, but he continued to urge her on as if he did. They needed to get as far in as they could before the adrenaline rush ended for her. When she started to wear down, they stopped, taking a moment to catch their breath. Santi wanted to scream, he could about lose his mind right now. “We gotta walk back to the village…” He huffed out, breathless. He was in shape, but running was never his favorite thing. “When the guys come back and see us gone, they’ll know to find us there…”

Santiago put his hands on his knees, wincing “Fuck!” He shouted a bit too loud for someone who theoretically was supposed to be hiding. The girl jumped, prompting him to apologize. “Sorry, sorry I just… I realized they are going to come back to the house and get shot at…” He stood up, pacing, pulling his hair and briefly thinking he should back and try to take out the gunman, or intercept the guys on the road somehow… But when he looked at the young girl to his left, eyes wide and looking at him, actually looking at him, he knew she was completely dependent on him. They guys could handle themselves and they had each other… She only had him.

“Laci? That’s your name right?” He asked, trying to calm himself for her sake. She needed to think he knew what he was doing if she was going to trust him. She nodded at him. “Okay, Laci, I’m gonna get you where you need to be, alright? It’s gonna be okay.” He wasn’t sure how much he believed his words, but he’d try his damnedest. “Let’s try to keep going, tell me when you’re tired and we can rest or stop for the night, okay?” When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “Just…” He made a T with his hands. “Do this if you need to rest, okay?”

She nodded, he nodded back, and started heading north. When he looked back to see if she was behind him, he saw she was staring. 

“Santiago.” Laci said. It wasn’t a question, more like she was testing his name on her lips.

He smiled at her kindly. “Yeah, that’s me. You can call me Santi, if that's easier…” they were going to spend the next few days together, he hoped he could get a couple more words out of her, but it was a start.

As long as he wasn’t going insane, he saw the faintest smile appear on her face. “Santi.”

“Good job, Muñeca.” He liked the sound of his name in her voice, as small and hesitant as it was.

She definitely smiled at the nickname, a very small and nervous one, but it was there. Nodding at him, she began walking. 

Santi walked ahead of her, but very, very, aware of her footsteps to make sure she wasn’t falling behind. Santi wasn’t a religious man, but he grew up going to church. He wasn’t sure if there was a god out there and if there was, whose god it was. But whatever was out there, he hoped something was watching over Benny, Will, Frankie and the girl.

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the imprint of the blood singer | part 3.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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Quil passed the soccer ball to Embry. You and the guys were kicking a ball down the beach. Jacob kicked the ball a little too far for anyone to reach so you all chased after it. The ball stopped at the edge where the parking lot met the beach. A small van was there and you were pretty sure you recognized it as Tyler’s.

You made your way to where the van was and saw your lunch buddies. You smiled a little as they all waved. The boys were happy to see you opening up to someone other than them.

“Hi, (Y/N),” they all greeted.

“Hi, guys. Um, this is my brother Jacob and our friends. Embry, Quil, and Seth.”

“What are you stalking me now?” Bella joked with Jacob.

Your brother smiled, remembering running into her on accident a few days ago. “You’re on our turf now baby. La Push is Quileute land.”

“You guys should stay and keep Bella company,” Jess said, zipping up her wetsuit. “Her date bailed.”

“It wasn’t a date. I was just trying to be nice.”

“Date?” you asked intrigued. Bella hadn’t mentioned any boys.

“She invited Edward Cullen. He seems to love talking to her,” Jess filled you in.

“I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does,” Angela spoke up.

“Yeah, it’s cause the Cullens are freaks,” Mike said.

“You got that right,” Quil chimed in.

Everyone laughed and maybe a few weeks ago you would’ve too. But something made you feel bad at Mike’s words.

“I was just trying to be nice.”

“I’m sure you were, Bells.” You gave your friend a reassuring smile.

“Wouldn’t have made a difference,” Embry said, you knew he was about to say the famous saying.

“The Cullens don’t come here.”

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You were walking with Jacob and Bella on the beach. She had gotten bored of the van but didn’t want to surf either so you offered to walk with her. Seth, Embry, and Quil had headed back home. Bella was sandwiched in between the two of you.

“What did your friend mean about the Cullens don’t come here?” Bella asked.

“It’s nothing. Just an old superstition,” Jacob started.

Jacob didn’t really listen to the older legends. He always brushed over them anytime your dad told you guys anything. Bella seemed to hang onto his every word like she was searching for truth in them.

While you loved the tribe legends, you heard them so many times that Jacob’s retelling wasn’t very interesting. You only rejoined the conversation when Bella asked if you would go prom dress shopping with her. She didn’t want to suffer at the hands of Jessica and Angela on a shopping craze alone.

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You sat on the bench in the window with Bella. She was holding onto Jessica’s pile of potential dresses while you were holding onto Angela’s. You were about to hand Jessica and Angela a new set of dresses when a bunch of older boys knocked on the window. They catcalled and made rude gestures at you all. You recoiled as they laughed.

“Boys are actually the worst,” Jessica said annoyed. “I’m not sold on this yet. I’m gonna keep looking.”

“Hey, do you guys mind if I catch you at the restaurant? There’s a bookstore I wanted to check out while we were here and it’s gonna close soon.” Bella picked awkwardly at her shirt sleeve.

“Yeah, Bella. We’ll catch you at dinner.”

You stood up. “I’m gonna go with her to make sure everyone has someone.”

“Sounds good,” Angela said. “See you guys in a bit!”

You left Jessica and Angela in the dress shop and followed Bella towards the bookstore. You ditched your friend for a little bit, looking through some of the art supplies and picking up a new set of Copic markers you had been eyeing before finding Bella in the mythology aisle. You peeked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at: Quileute Legends.

“You know if you were interested in hearing more stories you could’ve just asked. I’m sure our dad has that exact same book at home.”

“I guess I didn’t think about that,” Bella admitted. “Well, it’ll be nice to have a copy.”

You both made your way to checkout and purchased your goods. It was dark outside the bookstore when you stepped out of it. You and Bella continued to walk towards the restaurant you agreed to meet the others at, passing an alleyway.

“Well, look what we got here boys.”

The drunk men from earlier stepped out from the alleyway. Your breathing quickened as the boys grabbed you and Bella. You weren’t strong enough to push the man off of you as you felt his hot breath on your neck and he had you pinned against the back wall.

“Didn’t we see you two pretty girlies at the dress shop?”

You couldn’t get out a proper scream as the man’s hand covered your mouth. A car whipped into the alleyway. You thought you recognized the silver Volvo and your thought was confirmed when Edward stepped out.

“Get in the car,” he said lowly but you could hear the traces of anger behind his voice.

Bella quickly got in the backseat. Most of the men stood back, not wanting to bother with the trouble. But the man who held onto you refused to move. Edward pulled the man away. He gripped his shoulder tightly causing the man to slowly sink to the ground.

“I suggest you follow your friends before we have a problem.”

The man looked between you and Edward before letting you go. Edward removed his gray peacoat and wrapped it around you. He picked up the small bag of your art supplies and escorted you to the car, keeping his eyes on the men. Once he shut the door, Edward sped off.

“I should go back and rip those guys heads off!” All the anger Edward was holding in came out.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Bella said very calmly from the back seat.

“You don’t know the foul things they were thinking. The foul, repulsive—” Edward cut himself off.

“And you do?”

“It’s not hard to guess.” Edward looked over at you. “Talk to me, distract me so I don’t go back and kill them.”

Edward’s grip on the steering wheel loosened as he stopped applying so much pressure on the gas. Your thoughts were sweet. More concerned about him and Bella than about yourself. He could also hear the smallest thought, you were already trying to push away the traumatic event. It took everything he had to control himself as you recalled the man’s breath and hands.

“We were supposed to meet Angela and Jessica for dinner,” you said softly.

“La Locanda.”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Lucky guess.” Edward smiled. “Best restaurant in Washington.”

“I’m more of a Grandma’s fan, myself.”

“Grandma’s?”

You paused before continuing. “It’s on La Push. It’s really good.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

You were quiet until Edward pulled up in front of the restaurant. You felt bad for mentioning the diner on the res. It completely slipped your mind that they weren’t allowed and wouldn’t have known.

Jessica and Angela were pacing frantically outside the restaurant. They pulled you and Bella into death grips when you stepped out of the car.

“Where were you two? We called a thousand times!”

“We’re okay, Angela,” Bella reassured.

Jessica scratched the back of her head. “Um, I’ve got to confess. We tried waiting for you two but got hungry and well, we went ahead and ate without—”

Jessica trailed off as Edward finally exited the car.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault the two of them are late.”

“Oh, no. Yeah, we totally get it. That’s cool,” Jessica rambled on. “Well we were just leaving.”

“Yeah, we should probably get going. Charlie’s gonna want me home before he leaves for the night shift,” Bella said. She didn’t want to leave but knew for Charlie’s sake she should.  

“Actually, I think I better make sure that (Y/N) gets something to eat since I interrupted your dinner plans. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

Before you could respond, Jessica answered for you. She and Angela excitedly walked away, whispering amongst themselves. Bella looked at Edward and then at the book in her hand before walking away with the other two girls. As you followed Edward inside you thought maybe you should pretend to be sick and avoid going to Forks on Monday for lunch. The girls were definitely going to question you.

You and Edward sat down at a booth near the back of the restaurant. The waitress brought you two waters and left you to ponder over the menu.

“Are you not going to eat?” you asked Edward as you dug into your meal.

Edward shook his head. “I had already eaten before meeting you and Bella.”

“How did you know where to find us?”

“I didn’t.” Edward paused when you looked at him with doubt. “I heard a small scream around the bar.”

“I didn’t think anyone would actually come… or that it was loud enough.”

“It wasn’t but I had a feeling.”

“A feeling? So you were following us?”

Edward was caught off guard and from what it seemed like in your head he could tell you were too. It wasn’t like you to be so confrontational. He settled on telling you the truth, a part truth.

“I wasn’t following you. I was in Port Angeles getting something for my sisters. You scream very loudly in your head.”

“In my head?” you dropped your fork onto the plate.

“I have the ability to read everyone’s mind in this room… you don’t believe me.”

“You have to admit it’s a bit far-fetched.”

“I’ll prove it.”

Edward told you what everyone in the room was thinking and then turned to you. “You peed yourself when you were younger at the petting zoo when one of the goats tried to eat your pants.”

Edward chuckled as you looked down at your food.

“If I knew you were telling the truth I would’ve thought of something less embarrassing. How’d you know the scream was mine though?”

“People sound the same in their minds as they do out loud. I’ve heard you enough times at lunch.”

“You can hear all our thoughts?”

“Everyone but Bella’s.”

“Is that why you stare so hard?”

“With everyone else, your thoughts are clear. With her… static. If I’m being honest, it’s hard sometimes to read yours. It’s a little fuzzy, like I’m looking at all your thoughts under water.”

“So something’s wrong with the two of us?”

“I tell you I read minds and you think you’re the problem?”

Edward smiled widely, genuinely. Pretty quickly his face went back to the stoic Edward you had seen in the cafeteria. You finished eating and got back in the car. The drive back towards Forks was rather silent.

“Do you mind if I turn on the radio?”

Both you and Edward reach for it. You pulled away quickly after his freezing cold hand touched yours. Was he always this cold? Without much thought you reached for the heating and turned it on. If he had a heartbeat it would’ve jumped at the sweet gesture. You looked out the window to see a commotion of cars near the police station, including Charlie’s cruiser.

“Uncle Charlie?”

Edward pulled over knowing you’d want to see what was happening.

“Uncle Charlie!” you called out. “What happened here?”

“Carlisle, what’s going on?” Edward came up behind you when he saw his father coming out of the station behind Chief Swan.

“Waylon Forge was found dead in a boat near his house. Dr. Cullen just came from examining the body.”

“What was it?”

“Animal attack,” Carlisle said. He and Edward exchanged looks that you couldn’t quite make out.

“The same one that attacked the guard on the news?”

“Most likely. It’s very late, you should probably get home to your family (Y/N). Especially with another attack.”

“Yes, Dr. Cullen. Oh, Uncle Charlie, did you see Bella get back before you left.”

“Yep, kiddo, right as I was leaving the house. Thanks for making sure. Carlisle’s right, I’d feel safer if you were inside.”

“I’ll take her.”

“Edward are you sure?” Carlisle asked pointedly.

“I’ll take her.”

Edward drove up to the very edge of the La Push reservation. He desperately wanted to take you all the way home, make sure you were safe in your room. But he also knew that in terms of the entire state of Washington, La Push posed no threat to you at all. It was the safest place you could be at the moment. He knew he should find someone else, you couldn’t ever truly be his. Edward watched you as you gathered your little bag of art supplies. You turned to look at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I feel very… protective of you,” Edward sighed. “I can’t take you any further.”

“I’ll be safe. I’m headed to my friend’s house anyway, he lives on the edge. It’s UFC Night.”

“Sounds fun?”

“Tons… you know, if you want to know what Bella’s thinking just talk to her. I think you two would get along, you kind of are alike.”

“And about us? Do you think we’d get along?”

“You already know what I think don’t you.”

“I try not to pry when it comes to you.”

You smiled. It was nice to know Edward tried not to invade your mind. You didn’t say anything to him, just waved and walked away. You weren’t sure how you felt about Edward but you knew deep down it was more than on a friendly level, even if you pushed him towards Bella for both your sakes. Even though he wasn’t allowed on La Push and you knew that just being his friend was hard, you weren’t sure you wanted to stay away.

“I don’t think I have the strength to stay away from you anymore,” Edward whispered to himself as he watched you walk off towards Embry’s house.

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“Quil, you actually made it!” you squealed happily as you saw your friends on the couch.

“Yeah. Gramps told mom to lay off a bit. You just come from a date?”

The other boys took their eyes from the television at Quil’s words.

“What? What would make you say that?”

“You’re wearing a coat three sizes too big and way too stylish for you,” Jacob answered.

You looked at your sleeve. Edward’s gray peacoat was still on you. You shrugged it off and hung it on the back of a chair, setting down your shopping bag as well.

“It wasn’t a date, more of a surprise? I was actually out with Bella, Jess, and Ang before.”

“Who’s the guy?”

“Unimportant.”

“You won’t tell your twin?”

“We share the same birthday, not the same womb. You don’t have to know everything Jake. Besides, it wasn’t a date.”

You sat in between Jacob and Embry, grabbing the chip bowl off of Embry’s lap so you could rest your head. Jacob stopped pushing you and grabbed some chips. He didn’t sweat it much, you always ended up sharing everything with him. You were two peas in a pod. Once you guys left Embry’s house he figured maybe you’d say. Sometimes it took you longer to open up.

“So it wasn’t a date?” Embry pushed.

“Why do you guys care so much? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like me.”

You eyed Embry who had gotten quiet. This was a new side to him. You couldn’t lie, at one point when you were younger you did have a crush on Embry. You reached up and suddenly kissed his cheek making the other boys gag.

“It wasn’t a date. Just one of the people I know at Bella’s school.”

(Part 4)...

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Feel Something {2}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing

Words: 2k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. It’s time for a medic evaluation and chat with Halsey. An encounter with master chief reminds you of why everyone calls him a robot.

Note: Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts.  Thank you for reading! 

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“Okay, sergeant, you can get dressed now,” Alissa, one of the nurses Halsey regularly used instructed.

 You stood from the cold; clinical observation table not worried about your nakedness. You’d long become desensitized to trivial things like that. It was just a body after all. As you pulled on the tank and leggings you always wore when you had exams scheduled, you tried to not worry what Halsey would find out from this one.

 “Come in the other room once you’re finished sergeant.”

 After lacing your last boot, you walked out of the exam room that was brutally lit with bright white light that illuminated even the darkest corner into an equally radiant room. As you approached the large white table in the center of the room where screens were up you saw Halsey’s back to you. She was reviewing the multitude of scans Alissa had taken. You quickly scanned the images wanting to be prepared for whatever she was going to say but you couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until the images switched to others did you see the red flashing alert. “Potential cerebral and sensation receptor malfunction.”

 Before you could think about it further, she turned to you with a warm smile. From the stories you’d heard from Miranda about nothing about Halsey was every what it seemed you’d begun taking every word and action with several grains of salt and sand and in the worlds around there was plenty of sand.

 “How are you Y/N?”

 You knew she was using your first name rather than your rank as a way to initiate comfort and open honest communication. Deciding to play along, you smiled back with your arms stiffly pressed to your side, your back straight and head high, standing at attention.

 “I’m well.”

 “You sure appear so from the footage of your last mission. Impressive,” she said, another warm smile radiating her face.

 “Thank you ma’am.”

 “At ease Y/N, this is not a military visit. I want to make sure you are feeling at your best.”

 You relaxed your stance, going at ease, clutching your wrist behind your back and widening your stance. She began walking around you, circling you. You didn’t know if her actions were meant to intimidate or confuse you. If it was either, she would be disappointed.

 “I am well.”

 Halsey stopped in front of you analyzing your face for several long moments. Her face was serious now, eyes emotionless but not cold, more—surveilling. She took a breath then walked back to the screens to the image that was showing the alert message. Before she spoke, the doors behind you opened but you didn’t look back to see who had entered.

 “Ah, John. Finished?”

 Master Chief stopped beside you in perfect disciplined form. You didn’t have to look at him to know he stood with his head high, back straight and eyes cold. He was back to being the domineering, alpha solider he’d been since he was a child.

 “At ease, John.”

 He relaxed, but still didn’t look anywhere but forward.

 “Are those my scans?”

 Halsey spun back to the screen and sighed. “No. This conundrum belongs to Y/N.”

 Your instincts said she suspected something was amiss. She walked closer to you then stopped in front of both you and master chief.

 “Y/N, has anything happened within the last forty-eight hours that was out of the ordinary?”

 You gave her words some thought wanting to put on a good show. You knew not only was she watching and accessing everything so was Alissa and the newly joined Adun who was infatuated with her. Regulating your breathing and controlling your heart that threatened to give you away, you planted your feet more firmly.

 “No, Dr. Halsey.”

 It was a bold face lie. All the things that had happened within the last forty-eight hours hat was out of the ordinary flashed through your mind. Your legs wrapped around master chief’s toned waist, your back pressed against cold abrasive steel, your hands exploring every inch of master chief’s chest—abs, ass. Master chief’s lips on yours, then your neck, and breasts. His hands holding you so tight he’d left bruises, his fingers and cock so deep inside you that you felt like you were seeing slip space.

 “Sergeant?”

 You swallowed harder than you should have.

 Massive heightened cerebral activity in the paleomammalian cortex.

 The automated alert sounded throughout the room. Halsey turned to the scans and quickly went over them then looked back to you.

 “What were you just thinking about?”

 “Just the mission, ma’am.”

 Master chief adjusted his stance beside you.

 “Is something wrong, Dr. Halsey? Should I take sergeant Y/L/N off missions?”

 Your head snapped to him shock and anger rising within in. Narrowing your eyes for a split second you turned back to the front. Halsey already clocked the action.

 “I’m not sure John. This is the first time I’m getting any error readings from Y/N. It could be a glitch, could be a malfunction in the tech or even nothing at all,” she said as she circled you again.

 “You say you were thinking about the mission? The paleomammalian cortex is our limbic system, the part of our brain that process and controls a multitude of things such as emotion, storage of memories mainly those that hold a profound emotional tether to them, but also desire mainly sexual desire.”

 You kept yourself reaction free, as did master chief.

 “Do you understand?”

 “Yes ma’am. I don’t see what any of that means. Perhaps you picked up a reading of my frustration for the lack of trust master chief expressed in me to complete the mission when he was occupied.”

 Dr. Halsey stood in front of you again, watching everything. It was a full minute before she nodded. “I did see the footage and heard the audio. I understand.”

 She walked away back to the screens and tapped the alert message making it disappear.

 “We’ll file it under a glitch.”

 You watched as she closed your scans reporting that you were the picture of health. A few short minutes later, she’d dismissed you while asking master chief to remain behind. Fighting the urge to look at him, you turned and walked out of the room. You didn’t stop walking until you’d left medical bay, gone through the watchful eyes of other UNSC soldiers and personnel to get back to the training barracks. 

Tucking yourself in the corner of the showers you took the time to release your angst, worry and trepidations over the experience. It was a good ten minutes before you’d calmed yourself enough to lift your head from between your knees. When you looked up, there master chief stood, all six foot five and two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle and power.

 “Are you sick?”

 You sprang to your feet and held your head high. “No.”

 He cocked his head to the side taking you in with an eyebrow raised.

 “What the hell was that back there?”

 Your eyes dipped low not wanting to maintain eye contact with him. You were a little embarrassed to tell him.

 “Y/N?”

 His voice was softer, but not by much. That was what made you look at him again and the urge to touch him was too strong this time. You placed your hand on his chest over one well defined pectoral muscle and took a step into him. His scent instantly engulfed you. One would think that a SPARTAN would smell like gun oil, metal, gunpowder, sweat and the blood of their enemies but his scent was not that right now. He smelled of metal, a toasty fire, the earth and something else. Was it air, sand, rocks, water? You couldn’t place it. His eyes dropped to your hand on his chest but he didn’t remove it or step back. instead you swore you felt his heartbeat speed.

 “I don’t think we’ve ever not seen each other in forty-eight hours. I didn’t know it was possible.”

 He sighed heavily but didn’t speak.

 “Have you been avoiding me?”

 Silence.

 “You don’t answer my hails, or your door and you sure haven’t come to mine. I don’t even see you at the mess. You’ve been avoiding me.”

 It was then he stepped back, but still your hand remained on his chest.

 “Why would I avoid you sergeant?”

 At the mention of your rank, your body and thoughts stilled. You studied him for a few moments taking in his hard expression, emotionless eyes, and clenched jaw. This was the master chief you knew, the man who intimidated everyone well before he stepped into a room. The hard faced, cold son of a bitch who cared about only the mission. Wanting to give him one more chance, you stepped closer and placed your other hand on the other side of his chest. A deep inhale followed.

 “Do you think she knows?”

 Master chief clenched his jaw tightly then brought his hands up to softly grasp your wrists. His hands engulfed your small wrists but that was all for a few seconds. Then as if a switch had gone off inside his head he pulled your hands from his body and lowered them to your sides.

 “There is nothing to know.”

 He took two steps back this time.

 “Get some rest, sergeant. We need you in tip top shape for the next mission.”

 He turned to walk out but your voice stopped him.

 “John--.”

 Immediately he stopped as if hitting a glass wall, but he didn’t turn around. You remembered the feel of his name on your lips while you were together. You remembered the sound of it and what it did to him. You picked up his shoulders rolling backward as he flexed his back. He remembered too.

 “I’m back to being your sergeant?”

 “That is what you are.”

 His voice was cold, but then again it had always been cold even when his actions were filled with passion. That evening with you it hadn’t been cold.

 “Is that all?”

 Master chief took a deep breath, hung his head then shook it. When he turned he towered over you.

 “Let me be clear, sergeant. I am your superior here. You are my subordinate, you have my back in the field and I have yours. We get in and get the job done. Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has. None of it will ever happen again. Keep your head in the fight, there is a lot at stake. Am I clear, sergeant?”

 Every word he spoke felt like tiny shards of glass or sharp rock that splintered through you and as they made impact they didn’t exit, they remained embedded within you to wreak maximum destruction. You didn’t know if it was his cold and harsh words or his eyes that were so devoid of emotion that made it worse or maybe the fact he didn’t even wait for you to answer or his final words.

 “Dismissed, sergeant.”

 Whatever it was, he was gone within seconds from speaking them leaving you standing alone in the showers with a massive case of whiplash from the fluctuations within him in the last forty-eight hours. You should have felt used, hurt or even heartbroken but you felt anger. It was anger directed at him, at Halsey’s stupid scans and tests, anger at where your thoughts had drifted after your bodies joined together, but most of all it was anger with yourself. You’d broken so many rules, not just Halsey’s or the UNSC’s but rules you’d set for yourself. You’d proved yourself lacking.

  If there was one thing in the universe you hated, it was being weak and inadequate.

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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Stitches // 15

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Confessions can either result in something good or just leave you with a shit ton of confusing thoughts and questions.

Warnings: Fluff, overprotective Frank activated! Dad mode on, zaddy Frank if you will ;)

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Y/N's POV

"And this is exactly why I'm pregnant." Frank’s outgrown beard scratched the crook of my neck as he ghosted his lips against my heated skin.

It's been four months since Fisk went walking and thankfully he hasn't made our lives a living hell. Whenever I wasn’t at work Frank made it his business to be close to me at all times, I could be doing the most mundane things like cleaning or cooking or doing laundry and he’d be helping me out, which is really sweet of him. Most days he’d be the one to cook dinner with Amy’s help of course, she’s also been a big help.

About a month ago we moved from my two bedroom apartment to a three bed and two baths since we’ve outgrown that space. It was my decision to move, Amy was dead set on sharing the old room with the baby but that would be unfair to her, I want everyone to be completely comfortable. Speaking of Amy, she got herself a job as a waitress at the diner a few blocks away.

“You got pregnant because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” using his thumb and index finger he turned my head so he could kiss me. Mornings like this are my favourite.

“Shit!” Amy’s outburst and the clattering of a pan in the kitchen had Frank scrambling to slip on his shorts to go see what’s going on. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“What’s going on?” Frank and Amy were standing over at the kitchen sink while he held her hand under the running water. The scent of freshly made eggs and bacon floated in the air and it clicked.

“Morning, I got burned from the hot oil in the pan, nothing major.” grabbing a few plates from the cabinet I began to dish out the breakfast Amy prepared for us. She was already dressed in her uniform meaning she had made it her business to get up earlier than usual to do this for us.

“It’s a good thing you burnt your hand and not burned the house down.”

“Geez, thanks for caring about my wellbeing.” he flicked water in her face and she scowled, if anyone who didn’t know these two and saw them together they’d think that they were actually a father-daughter duo.

“Okay you two, breakfast.” They took their plates and orange juice over to the dining table with me on their trail. We dug into our food, some more eagerly than others. My stomach had been growling since my eyes landed on the bacon strips.

“I can’t stay long to eat with you guys.”

“Why?”

“Jacob and I have been trying to see which one of us could get there before the diner opens up for a week, I’m winning so far. Basically, the loser has to pay up by doing whatever the winner says for two weeks.” I hid my smile taking slow sips of my juice watching as Frank stared at a flushed face Amy. She did tell me about the guy she’s working with and how much she likes him.

“So this uh, Joseph, how old is he?” Frank felt his blood pressure elevate slightly during this conversation, he knows that she’s old enough and can most definitely take care of herself but the sheer thought of her being with some potential piece of crap didn't sit right with him.

“Jacob and he’s nineteen.” his brown eyes found mine across the table and I shovelled more food into my mouth. Seeing him like this is funny to me, not to her however as she now sat there looking like she’s wishing for the floor to open and swallow her whole for bringing up Jacob.

“How well do you know this guy?”

Translation: would you miss him if he just randomly disappeared?

“Frank.”

“What, I genuinely want to know. Amy?”

“Amy, ignore him, finish your breakfast and get going. Don’t want you to be late.” releasing the breath she quickly devoured her food and put her dishes in the sink. Frank scoffed at me as I relaxed in my seat even further, my hand rubbing the side of my bump.

“Bye guys, I’ll see you later.” she kissed his cheek and slipped on her jacket, pocketing her phone and grabbing her backpack from on the sofa on her way out.

“Don’t touch the nursery without me!” the door shut behind her and I waited for him to start his interrogation, which started the moment she disappeared out the door.

“She told you about this guy and you didn’t think to mention it to me?”

“She told me because she knew you’d react like this and I don’t blame her. Oh, well would you look at that, I have to get ready for work.” pushing out of my chair I took my dishes to the sink and washed them while he shot daggers at me.

“We’re not finished discussing this!” he called out at my retreating frame as I headed back to our room to get dressed.

He’s going to be thinking about this new piece of information for the rest of the day.

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Frank’s POV

The bell chimed over the door as Curtis and I entered the diner Amy works at, my eyes located her immediately as she dealt with an elderly couple at the booth at the back. Curtis nudged me to move and I went to the opposite end of the diner, sliding into the booth in the corner. Curtis took the seat opposite me.

“I can’t believe you brought me into whatever this is with you and the kid.” a tall, lanky brunette with green eyes walked over to us with his notepad and pot of freshly brewed coffee in hand. The both of us pushed our cups together accepting the caffeinated drink, my eyes landed on his name tag and behold, it read Jacob.

“Good afternoon, what can I get you two to eat today?” he shifted on his feet under my intense gaze and my friend kicked me under the table to stop me but I ignored him.

“Nothing to eat, just keep the coffee coming.”

“Noted.” I watched him like a hawk as he walked away.

“Dude, she’s going to hate you for showing up here.” my buddy drank his coffee watching me dead in the eyes while I merely shrugged. The most the kid would do is throw a tantrum and lock herself in her room when we get home and stay in there until Y/N returns.

“You say that like it means jack shit to me Curtis.” It didn't take less than five minutes of us being here before Amy spotted us and started walking towards us with the biggest frown on her face.

“You have got to be kidding me. Hi, Curtis.”

“Amy, I see you’ve got yourself a job. How’s it going so far?”

“Pretty good actually but it would be better if you both weren’t here.” he held his hands up in surrender and she scoffed.

“We’re just here to have some coffee, kid.”

“So this has nothing to do with what I said this morning?” she raised her eyebrow at me while I brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip of the hot beverage.

“Nope, you get off in thirty minutes, we haven’t seen each other in a while. I thought I’d bring him to this joint while I wait to take you home.” the bell chimed and she huffed as she left to deal with the customers that came in.

“Y/N’s going to flip when she hears this one.”

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Y/N’s POV

“Y/N what do you think about having a gender reveal and baby shower in one?” Karen and I were currently at her desk eating the oreo cheesecake one of our previous clients brought over for us.

“As long as you’re the one in charge of it, I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!” The door opened and the two lawyers walked in.

“Why are we celebrating? Oh, cheesecake!” Foggy crossed the open space and took Karen’s fork from her, helping himself to the delicious goodness in the box.

“I’m going to throw a baby shower for Y/N.” Matt’s face fell a bit at that but I didn’t let that get to me. He’s still holding a grudge over what went down and after a couple weeks he started talking to me again but not as much as before.

“Do you know what you’re having?”

“Nope, I didn’t let the doctor tell me but she gave me the results in an envelope. Karen now holds that information so whatever you three do, I don’t want to know until whatever day she decides to throw this thing.”

“You’re seven months pregnant and you’re not dying to know the gender?”

“Foggy as long as this baby is healthy, that’s all that matters to me.” There was one last piece of cheesecake remaining and Foggy was about to beat me to it but I swatted his hand away.

“You are so lucky you’re eating for two otherwise we would’ve been wrestling for that.” smiling triumphantly I stuffed it into my mouth and watched as he rolled his eyes at me. Karen took the dish and went into the breakroom to wash it with Foggy trailing behind her.

“Y/N..”

“Matt.” he perched himself on the edge of the desk once he realised I had zero intention to move from my spot.

“I know we haven’t been on the best terms lately but I just want you to know that I am happy for you. After everything you’ve been through with Luke, Billy and Fisk, you deserve to be happy and if being with Frank makes you happy then I have to be okay with it. You’re my friend, Y/N. We’ve known each other for a very long time now and I hate myself for driving a wedge between us.”

“Matt, I don’t even understand why you behaved like that to begin with. Yeah, I get it, you’re not a fan of the guy but you kept attacking him for what?” he sighed, twiddling his fingers in his lap, trying to come up with something to say.

“Truth?”

“That’s all I’m asking for.”

“I had feelings for you, I didn’t know that they were even there but when you kept growing closer and closer to him I realised that I wanted you for myself.” thank God he can’t see because my jaw is on the floor right now and my eyes grew in size.

“Matt-”

“I know, you’re going to say that I used Karen and Elektra as a means of distraction and I did, that did nothing but break their hearts and mine even more in the process. Then you showed up that day smelling like him and I knew, you slept with him, I didn’t say anything but that pained me and then he left. Sadly, he returned and you fell right back into his arms after all that time apart and that day you came to work smelling him yet again, I was planning on asking you out.”

He’s really confessing all of his feelings right now, here, in this office.

“I thought after that my feelings would go away but I guess it’s not that easy. So me bitching at Frank really was just me being bitter and angry that he was the one that won your heart and not me.” he stood on his feet again, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“But now I’m coming to terms with it, he makes you happy and you both love each other, I’ll get over it. Congratulations on the baby, Y/N, you’re going to be an excellent mom.” with all that said Matthew went to his office and shut the door leaving me to sit and process everything.

“Everything okay Y/N?”

“Never been better, K.”

What the fuck?!

—

“Something smells good.” I locked the door behind me and took off my coat as I made my way further into the apartment. There was an old episode of friends playing softly on the television while Frank and Amy were busy making dinner in the kitchen.

“You’re home, thank God!” my smile dropped as she placed the knife on the cutting board and took off to her room. Frank didn’t even bat an eye at her behaviour as he continued to pour the tomato sauce into the pan of meatballs.

“Hi handsome.” I kissed his back muscles as I loosely wrapped my arms around him as best as I could and he relaxed into my hold on him.

“Sweetheart, how was work?”

“Good, slow. What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything to her, I just went to pick her up after her shift with Curtis, that’s all.”

“Tell me you didn’t go in to see who Jacob was.” he didn’t answer and I sighed, breaking away from him. He lowered the heat on the stove and turned to face me.

“Frank, really? You couldn’t have left this alone, could you?” rolling my eyes I walked off on him and went to her room.

“Knock, knock, I’m coming in.” she barely looked at me as I entered her room. Sitting down on the edge of her bed I let a couple seconds pass before I said anything to her.

“All I did was mention the guy and he shows up at work to indirectly meet him, who does that?”

“A father who loves his daughter and wants to look out for her.” she stopped throwing her stress ball up into the air and rolled over on her stomach.

“I know that he’s pretty overbearing and overprotective at times but he always has your best interest in mind. I’m not saying that he went about this the right way but you have to remember, he lost his daughter before she got to your age so all of this is new territory for him. He never had to deal with Lisa bringing any boys home for him to meet or talk to him about so I guess this threw him off.” she sighed and I carded my fingers through her hair. She knew that I had a point there, Frank never had the chance to deal with this.

“I feel like an ass now.”

“Don’t be, you have your reason for reacting like this. Hell if I were you I would’ve kicked him out the diner.” she laughed at that while she rolled off the bed and onto her feet.

“I should go and apologise.” We both left her room and returned to the kitchen, Frank looked up from his phone just in time to see her barreling towards him. He wasted no time in hugging her back and kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You were just doing what any dad would do.”

“I’m sorry too kid, I was wrong for just showing up at the diner like that.”

My heart swelled at the sight of the two of them embracing each other, the bond those two have is something that cannot be broken. Frank looked over at me and I winked at him, he knows I said something to have her in this completely different mood.

“All of this love is not putting food into my stomach.”

“Dinner’s almost ready preggers, have a seat and we’ll bring it over for you when it’s finished.”

And I did just that, I sat at the kitchen island and joined in on the fun. Amy was telling us about something she did back in Florida during her time there which involved her getting tangled in a fishing net.

Moments like this mean so much to me, laughing until you could barely breathe and exchanging stories of experiences one has gone through in life amongst the people that you love and care so deeply for, is worth it everything life has to offer us.

If this is what my future looks like with Frank, Amy and the little one, I’ll do everything I possibly can to keep it this way.

Matt’s confession today didn’t change the way I feel about him as a person, yeah I did have feelings for him a long time ago but I wouldn’t trade what’s standing right in front of me for someone as indecisive as him.

Even if the view in front of me is Frank holding Amy in a chokehold while he tells her to try to get out of it.

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congratulations! 📚 could you do promos 4 & 7 from the smut with Natasha Romanoff???

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Brat

Relationship: CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I went a bit CEO!Natasha with this one - hope that’s okay, I thought it lent well! Also, thank you! I hope you're having a nice day/night as well :)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You really didn’t want to go and Natasha knew this but she was also quite the persuasive one, having such a dominance to her that you could rarely, if ever, say no to.

So, that’s how you found yourself a bit grumpily sitting in the car passenger seat while your girlfriend drove you two to whatever charity banquet this was.

Natasha was constantly getting these invitations being the high-up, fancy CEO that she was and usually you were fine with them. You liked the little appetizers and flutes of champagne. You especially liked your girlfriend parading you around, showing you off to fancy city people.

But tonight just wasn’t the night for you. You had had a ridiculous day at your own job and frankly, you just wanted to lounge around with your girl, maybe order pizza, and have lazy sex. Natasha had shut down your idea, saying she already RSVP’d for you two. Grudgingly, you shoved yourself into a dress and let her whisk you away

Little did she know, though, that you weren’t letting down easily. You had some potential ideas for the night, hoping that maybe — just maybe — you can rile Natasha up enough to keep her focus just on you and not the millionaires trying to network.

Upon arriving at the event, you hunted down the first tray of champagne you could find, taking a swig of the alcohol promptly. Natasha followed your path, stopping every now and then to chat, but once she was free of the schmoozing, she marched right towards you. An arm made it was tightly around your waist.

"What is your problem?" She gritted in your ear just below a whisper so no one could pick up on the tension. Your eyes darted around the room

"Nothing," you responded, taking another sip of champagne.

Natasha scoffed. "Well, you’re acting like a brat." She grabbed your glass out of your hand. You gasped but before you could protest, Natasha asked, "Is this because I made you come here tonight?

You shot her a look before taking back your champagne and finishing it off. "I’m gonna go get another drink."

Before your girlfriend could pull you back to her, you were already on a rampage for the bar. Luckily, no one tried to stop you. Thanks to your relations with Natasha, you had worked up a bit of your own status but it wasn’t like anyone genuinely cared. You weren’t negotiating deals.

You leaned on the bar and signaled for the bartender. You asked for something a little stronger. He nodded politely and got to making the drink. You turned your attention to the freshly polished wood of the bar.

Running a finger over it carelessly as you waited, out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone approach beside you. It was a man you somehow didn’t recognize. He looked very well put-together, almost like he was trying too hard, with his designer pressed suit and hair that could go up in flames from all the product in it.

You tried to ignore him, turning your attention to the bartender who was still at work, but it was hard when the man was not-so-subtly inching towards you. This wasn’t going to go very well, you thought. But you weren’t stopping it.

"In need of something to get you through the night?" The man suddenly asked. Your gaze shot over to him.

"Excuse me?"

He chuckled, "I meant the drink."

As if on cue, a glass was placed right in front of you. You wrapped your hands around it, slowly bringing it to your lips for a sip as you eyed the stranger. He was watching you quite intensely.

You hummed, delighted by the cocktail. "These things can sometimes be…draining."

He sighed. "Tell me about it."

The conversation fell into a lull. You tried glancing around at the other patrons, all completely oblivious to the bar, but just couldn’t shake this man and his eyes which were still watching you. They shamelessly took in the curves of your dress and even lingered a bit on your chest.

Your stomach dropped as you suddenly saw him step even closer, his finger lightly brushing your arm in the process. You froze but still made no chance to dash away. Maybe your goal of annoying your girlfriend tonight was going a bit too far…

"You know," he began, his voice dangerously low, "if you wanted to sneak away for a bit—"

"She doesn’t," Natasha gritted as she suddenly approached you two. You just about let out a sigh of relief as her arm came around your waist, pulling you into her side. You yelped at the action, stumbling a bit, but she held you tight.

The mystery man looked you two over, a bit of a pleased expression graced his face. But he didn’t press further, probably very deterred by the daggers Natasha’s eyes were shooting at him. He collected his drink from the bar and raised it at you two as if in some awkward toast.

"Fair enough, ladies," he said, and then he was back in the crowd, lost in the sea of aristocrats.

You didn’t know what to do now, opting to stare down at your drink.

"What the hell was that about?" Natasha asked.

"I- He just came up to me," you pouted.

Natasha shook her head in disappointment as she began walking you two away from everyone else. You didn’t know where she was leading you until you were roughly pulled into the women’s restroom. It was empty, thankfully, and you heard the turn of the lock as you placed your drink on the counter.

"He just came up to you," Natasha repeated. She was sauntering over, looking very much more like some powerful CEO than your sweet girlfriend. You gulped and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. "He may have came up to you but I didn’t see you making any moves to walk away."

"Well—"

"And you let him touch you," she scoffed. "Don’t think I didn’t see his fingers on your fucking arm." For emphasis, she gripped the spot he had brushed over. You yelped. "What made you think he could do that, hmm? What, did you forget who you belong to?"

"No, Natasha, I didn’t mean—" You pleaded but she wasn’t buying it.

"I’m not buying it," she said as she roughly turned you around, her back pressing your front into the bathroom counter. "In fact, I think you need a little reminder."

You held your breath in anticipation as Natasha began gathering the skirt of your dress. You knew what she was going to find underneath. And you certainly knew it wasn’t going to help your case.

Sure enough, once your lower region was exposed, Natasha let out a gasp. “No panties? Are you kidding me right now?!”

"Natasha, please—"

"You really are a fucking brat, aren’t you?"

You tried shaking your head but it was no use. Her mind was made as she pressed into you even more, her hand now coming to caress your inner thigh. You whimpered out your girlfriend’s name as her fingers began slowly circling your clit. She chuckled in your ear before collecting some of the wetness dripping from your folds and putting attention back on your clit.

"So wet for me," Natasha murmured. "It is for me, right? Or did that man out there get you dripping like a needy slut?"

You groaned, captivated by the action happening between your thighs. "Just for you," you said as your eyes slowly fluttered. Natasha picked up the pace adding slight pressure as well. You squealed.

"That’s it," she whispered, holding you tighter around the waist. "That’s my girl."

Suddenly, though, she moved her fingers back to your folds where, without warning, she shoved two fingers inside you. You yelped, twisting in her grip. She didn’t even budge. You cried out as the fingers flicked upwards, hitting just the right spots.

"If you want to act like a slut you have to deal with being fingered like one, got it?" Natasha said. Her mouth was practically on your ear, she was whispering so lowly it sent goosebumps up your arms. She was pissed and serious. You were loving it.

"Y-Yes, Natasha." You barely managed to get the words out but your girlfriend seemed very pleased. Her fingers picked up — significantly. A squelching noise now filled the bathroom, coming directly from your wetness which was not stopping any time soon it seemed. Natasha was also taking the moment to make sure her hand was hitting your clit. With every single pump. It was getting overwhelming very, very fast.

You spoke again, "Please, please… I’m gonna cum."

"Yeah?" Natasha mocked. "My little slut needs to cum?"

You nodded your head profusely. "Please, please." The begging was becoming second nature at this point, your only instinct. Natasha seemed very pleased with that.

"Fine," she huffed. "Cum all over my fingers you greedy little girl. And you better scream when you cum. I want every single person, especially that man, to know who’s treating you so well."

Her paced picked up even more (how that was possible you didn’t know) and your body reacted wonderfully. Within moments, you were crumbling like a house of cards. Your orgasm rushed over you as you cried out much louder than you had actually intended. You couldn’t stop as Natasha continued to work you through the orgasm. She didn’t give up until you were limp in her arms.

She chuckled, watching your body practically collapse from pleasure. "Was that good, honey?"

"Yes," you mumbled, leaning into her body. Natasha fixed your dress and brought her hand to caress your cheek.

"Good," she said and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Maybe that’ll teach you to behave."

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Why would I behave when that’s what I get for being bad?"

Abruptly, Natasha’s hand came around your neck, forcing you to look at her. Her gaze was dark, her CEO stance still very much engaged. "Don’t even tempt me."

You bit your lip teasingly but nodded your head slowly. You certainly didn’t mean it, though, already secretly planning the next time you could ruffle her feathers.

[midgardianweasley]

Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

word count: 4.1k

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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