#to be perfectly clear i love amber

[barryroyco]

“why did wilson say he loved amber so soon” well… why wouldn’t he? it’s not her he really feels it for anyway. it’s house. he knows he loves house, and once he finds him in amber, why wouldn’t he be able to say it?

it’s implied that wilson is a bit of a flirt with the women at the hospital. but he jumps head first into that real, committed relationship with amber. he could only ever have felt so comfortable to the extent we saw him get with amber because he was projecting onto her what he wanted with house. their relationship wasn’t that great: i.e. water bed ep. but better than the others we see because she was the attainable version of what he wanted.

when she dies, we feel that grief because he did like amber as a person for sure, but he’s losing the only woman he actually felt he could feel something for. how do we know that it’s all still, at it’s root, love for house?

wilson goes off and hilson have their breakup and whatnot. but as soon as he and house come back together, what does he do? he invokes amber to pull a prank on house.

when they finally resolve that tension and go back to being “friends,” there’s such a sense of relief from both of them. we see a similar thing play out between them when house and cuddy break up. wilson marches into cuddy’s office and yells at her for leaving him (despite her valid reasons)—what does that tell us? he would never leave house. he accepts him for who he is and strives to make him better but doesn’t leave him (for good, anyway) when he fails. AKA, in the end, it’ll always be them. nothing could possibly tear them apart. and any relationship they attempt is doomed to fail because they’re… well. they’re each other’s foils. they’ve ruined each other for the rest of the world and they make sure to keep it that way because they wouldn’t want it any other way.

so, yeah, wilson said i love you too soon to amber. but, to be fair to him, it had been boiling up for about fifteen years.

[mondaymelon]

— 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. ♥

:feat~ albedo, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh x gn!reader:

⤷ sometimes, warm moments like these is what truly makes their love apparent.

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"May I... sketch you?"

ALBEDO's request is quiet - well-mannered as he's caught gazing at you with those deep turquoise eyes of his, holding a pencil aloft in one gloved hand.

"Go ahead." You let a smile cross your expression briefly, glancing up at him and letting your eyes meet. His stare is warm, contrasting to his usual blank expression that he wears so frequently. Your cheeks warm as his lips curve upwards into a gentle smile, and the quietest laugh escapes from his lips.

"Hm, if you keep looking at me with those eyes, I'm not sure if I'll be able to focus at all." His voice is playful, almost, before he flips to a new page in his sketchbook, which is set against his usual easel, and begins to draw.

And although only silence surrounds the two of you, occasionally accompanied by the gentle scratching of Albedo's sketching pencil moving across the paper, everything feels perfectly familiar.

Sunlight filters through the large windows, bathing the entire room in a cordial glow. From where you silently sit, you can feel your heart quicken at the sight of Albedo quietly standing, occasionally glancing at you with a diligent gaze.

It's clear that no words need to be shared between the two of you. The soft smile set on the male's face unmistakably says enough.

It's an expression that reads, "I love you." ♥

"Here, shall I order you another drink?"

KAEYA's voice seems to waltz in the thick air. Amongst the mixed chatter and low tones of the bar, his smooth one is something that stands out. His eye twinkles as he glances at you, slowly swirling the contents of his own glass with a distant amusement. "The night's just begun, after all."

"Ah, no thanks... I have work tomorrow." You sheepishly decline his offer, not wanting to wake up to a vicious hangover the next morning... which had happened the last time the two of you went out for drinks. It seemed that that was Kaeya's idea of "entertainment".

"Mm, very well. It's a pity, but I suppose I can't ignore your reasoning." With a short sigh and a loose shrug of his shoulders, he lets out a small laugh. "Ah, but since you won't be drinking any more, perhaps I'll make up for it?"

You don't understand his words... not until he takes the wine bottle off the table and downs it all with startling quickness.

"Kaeya!?"

"Ahaha... oh, maybe that wasn't such a great idea..." His body tips, his head lolling onto your shoulder with a drunken stupor. Kaeya holds his drink well, so it's certainly not everyday where you'll see the cavalry captain in such an intoxicated state. You can sense that something has changed in his gaze, from the way his interested gaze flicks up to your face from where he leans against your shoulder.

"Hm..." He mumbles it to himself, mostly, and it's something you're sure you weren't meant to hear, but you do.

"Haha... How could I be so lucky as to have you as my lover...?" ♥

"Love, are you tired? Come here."

ZHONGLI's expression is gentle, amber eyes warm as he lightly gestures to the space beside him. The evening air is cool, so his touch is inviting more than anything.

His gaze seems to melt as you sit beside him, body leaning against his. He's quick to move his arms, wrapping one around you, pulling you into the frame while the other stays by his side.

If you had glanced up at him then, you would've seen the gentle smile that spread across his features. Yet you didn't, and instead leaned into his warmth with a smile of your own.

Perhaps you're imagining it, but in the quiet of the night, you can almost hear Zhongli's heart beating alongside yours. Steadfast, strong. An unbreakable will.

And while you held such admiration for the male, he, in return, held such affection for you. You, the beacon of his attention and you, who had captured his heart obliviously.

Every second he spends with you is bliss - moments he will never take for granted.

Above you, Zhongli lets out a satisfied breath, running his fingers through your hair with an unimaginable delicateness. He stays there for a moment, musing to himself with twinkling golden eyes as he plays with your locks absentmindedly... although anyone who knows Zhongli is well aware that he is not one to be absent minded in any matter.

Ah, is he saying something? His words are quiet, so much so you can't hear them, but his lips move accordingly with every word.

"The day will come where we are not together, but until then, please, let me hold you for as long as it may last." ♥

"You can open your eyes now!"

CHILDE's game had been rather suspicious from the start - yet, the first thing you notice when you open your eyes is the glimmering excitement that seems to dance across his features. And while his amusement always had been somewhat plastic, some part of you knew that this enthusiasm was genuine. He takes your hands, his touch warm, and spins you around in a half-hug that seems to make you fly.

"Hey, do you like it?" His voice is higher-pitched - airy and hopeful.

Huh? Oh... he means-

You had meant to look at his surprise, but found yourself gazing distractedly at him instead. In his arms, he holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers, each and every bud fully in bloom, every petal pristine. How he got them to be so perfect, you might never know, but you can already feel a smile forming on your face.

A laugh escapes your lips as you throw your arms around the male, pulling yourself into his embrace. There's a moment of shock before he returns it, and you can see the way his own lips curve upwards.

His eyes are the same deep azure, void of light... and it'd likely be too much to hope that any sort of brightness would return to such, yet sometimes, in the late hours where you would be cuddled up beside him, there was no mistaking how his expression seemed to lighten at the sight of you.

"I love it." The words come out almost like a whisper, but the male hears it.

"And I love you." ♥

"Oh, were you waiting for me?"

AYATO's violet eyes seem to sparkle as he rounds the corner and spots you leaning against the wall, heedlessly standing there with a tentative air. "If you wanted to see me, you could've told one of my retainers... or, perhaps the thought hadn't crossed your mind in such haste?" There's a smirk on his face as he chuckles lightly.

"I just thought waiting for you would be faster." You pout, cheeks slightly flushed at his jesting.

Ah, there it was. The expression that had made him fall for you. The male can only laugh further. "Very well, then I suppose I'll have to indulge you then, correct?" He begins to walk down the hallway and gestures for you to follow suit. At the end of the corridor stands two armored guards, attentively glancing across the courtyard with weapon in hand. As the two of you cross them, they respectfully bow their heads.

"Commissioner Kamisato and esteemed guest, we greet you."

"Thank you." Ayato smiles, but it's one without warmth. "You are dismissed."

"...Pardon?" The first one seems dumbfounded, but the second seems to get the hint and tugs on the other's shoulder, leading them out of the area.

"Hm... now there are no prying eyes, let's talk, shall we?" He sits and you mimic his actions, watching with a flitting gaze as the Ayato himself stares at you, seemingly transfixed. "How have you been, love?" There's already two cups of hot tea set at the table, but somehow, he pulls a cup of boba from his sleeve instead.

And while you're telling him all about the day's occurrences, waving your hands about as you elaborate, you pause as you hear a quiet laugh emit from the male.

"Oh sorry, go on."

"You just look so beautiful right now... that I couldn't help but laugh at my good fortune." ♥

"Here, I made you this!"

THOMA beams warmly as he sets something on your head, a something that smells rather fragrant, like fresh vanilla. The blonde's smile is contagious, lethally so... from the way his spring eyes are glimmering excitedly, to the manner on how his expression brightened as soon as he had spotted you - everything about it, about him seemed to make your heart feel warm.

You glance up. Wind... Windwheel Asters? Weren't those the flowers from Mondstadt? Low and behold, there they were, stems intricately intertwined together, occasional leaves flourishing outwards as the heads delicately spin in the gentle breeze.

"A... A merchant came by and was selling some flowers from my hometown, so I thought..." Thoma's voice trails off as his face slowly grows redder. In a way, he's slightly ashamed. Perhaps he shouldn't have indulged in such a childish hobby, gifting you a flower crown? With the way your eyes have widened... do you dislike it-?

All those thoughts cease instantaneously as he feels something warm - your lips, pressed against his cheek as you give him a quick kiss. When you pull away, your happy expression is something that makes his eyes widen in surprise as he feels his heart soar.

"Ah, but now I feel bad..." You put a finger to your chin, pondering a thought. "You've given me such a priceless gift, yet I don't have a thing in return..." Instantly, Thoma is all over your slumped figure.

"Nono, please don't say that! You being here is the best gift I could wish for." ♥

"Are you done with this page yet?"

ALHAITHAM glances down at you. Your back is pressed against his chest, sitting in between his splayed legs comfortably as the male holds out his book for the both of you to read. As he breathes steadily, his chest rises and falls in a constant rhythm.

When you nod your head in approval, he flips the page, revealing the next. He's a fast reader, that much is apparent. You can't keep up with him, but he waits for you at the end of each and every one... and if he gets bored, he'll rest his chin on your head - or maybe even play with your hair, the slightest bit.

Sometimes, a distant part of you thought he reminded you of a cat.

But that was besides the point. The book isn't anything special - just more ancient Sumeru history, but the way Al Haitham is staring at every page so diligently would make one think that he's reading something incredibly riveting. You've seen that look before, now that you think about it. It's the certain type of gaze that you've caught Al Haitham using out of the corner of your eye. The type of stare that just spells out his infatuation.

You haven't even noticed that your eyelids have begun to flutter shut until the male's deep voice emits once more: "Are you tired?"

There's a faint smile on his face, an expression that one could easily miss. In your drowsiness, however, you still manage to catch it. "Mhm."

Silently he sets down his book, before placing a hand behind your head and pushing you closer. He closes his eyes, his breathing composed.

"If you're drowsy, get some rest... But stay here, would you?" ♥

"Darling, what... what are you doing here?"

KAVEH stands in the doorway, ruby eyes wide. His stance is stiff as he somewhat comes to his senses, whipping his head about in an almost comical manner. "Why are you here? Is he home??"

He sounds so anxious it's hard not to laugh. "I just wanted to see you, so..." Your words come out as more sheepish as intended, and you can see his harried expression lighten.

"You didn't talk to Al Haitham, did you?" There's a new edge in his voice, although his jitteriness has significantly eased since the start of the conversation. "And he didn't say anything weird to you, did he??"

Oh. The realization finally hits you. He's jealous, isn't he?

"No, not at all. I haven't even seen him, actually." A giggle manages to escape your lips, and Kaveh visibly brightens at your mood.

"Good. Then, should we get out of here before he decides to show up?" Kaveh opts to place his work things aside, leaving Murak on the table to fend for himself as he quickly piles his blueprints onto the coffee table, emptying the bundles in his arms. He takes your hand as soon as possible, his grip tight but comfortable.

As he tugs you along and out the door into the warm evening air, glancing back at you, his crimson eyes seem to shimmer.

"You're mine, and I won't ever let you forget that." ♥

(a/n) oops this took me much longer than it shouldve

[cobaltperun]

Lost (26) - Don't Let Go

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Chapter warning: very brief, and in no way graphic smut, specifically being very clear that’s what’s happening, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3k

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-Don't let go of the things you believe in, you give me something that I can believe in-

The safehouse was actually a kinda small cabin in the woods, equipped with necessities, with a living area that counted as bedroom and kitchen, and a relatively small bathroom. You almost found the small living space nostalgic when you walked in with Tara and Chad and saw Mindy and Anika there. You haven’t seen them, or Chad for that matter, since you all celebrated Tara’s pregnancy about two months ago, but it felt like it happened so long ago.

Mindy and Anika immediately stood up, crossing the distance between the three of you and them quicker than ever before as the two women hugged Tara.

“God, Tara, don’t scare us like that again,” Mindy complained, though her voice cracked at the end, filled with worry and fear over Tara’s safety.

Tara nodded, though you could see the tension in her shoulders, so you as subtly as you could placed a hand on her back, and she visibly relaxed, leaning into Mindy’s hug knowing you were right there with her. You were gone for almost four weeks, and for some of that time Tara didn’t know where you were or if you were even alive, and touch was always the preferred way you two expressed love for one another. So, you understood her need to have you touching her at all times.

“Okay, we get it,” Anika laughed, noticing your hand. “Go, go,” she stepped back, pulling Mindy with her and Tara chuckled, but still took your hand.

You smiled at her, squeezing her hand lightly before rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb.

Anika grinned and approached you. “Hey, Y/N, welcome back,” she gave you a quick, but firm hug, and you eagerly returned it with one arm. You’ve seen Chad and Mindy before, but Anika went to buy groceries and wasn’t there in the brief few minutes you spent with the twins. Well, spent wasn’t exactly the right way to word those few minutes. You were so focused on rescuing Tara you barely gave them a hug, let alone anything else. Luckily they understood.

“What about your careers?” Tara suddenly asked, worried that the same thing that happened to you might happen to her friends as well.

“We aren’t fighting Ghostface directly, we’ll be fine,” Chad assured her. Not that it mattered, from what Kirby told you, they all came the moment they heard Danny was dead and Tara was captured, ready to rush in the moment someone found any hint as to where Tara was. Luckily, you got released, so they didn’t have to do that, and thus, their careers were fairly safe. Any case against them could be argued against by saying they didn’t go looking for a fight.

“Kirby still won’t let us get involved directly. I hate to say it, but the best we can do is stay here and help guard you two,” Anika sighed, sitting down at the table with Mindy and Chad while you and Tara went to the fridge.

“That’s for the better, I don’t want anyone else to die,” Tara nodded, perfectly fine with this. She didn’t want to carry anymore guilt over dead friends, and you didn’t want that either. For her, or yourself.

“Tara, maybe you should stay out of this as well,” Mindy suggested cautiously.

As if she didn’t know Tara wouldn’t leave Sam to deal with the entire cult alone. “I have to get Sam back,” that was where all the arguments ended for her, as long as Sam was involved, so was she.

“You heard the lady,” you pulled out eggs and milk from the fridge and placed them next to the flour, vegetables and everything else you needed for an omelet. You didn’t want to give Tara anything too heavy, but eggs were an absolute must given the last few days. Tara grabbed the plates and forks while you chopped up the vegetables, mostly bell peppers and tomatoes. You looked calm, preparing food for you and Tara, since Chad, Mindy and Anika chose not to eat, with practiced ease. On the inside, however, you were debating on whether or not you should say anything about Sam being the one to lure you into the trap, you glanced at Tara, leaning into your side with her eyes closed and chose against it. Especially when Tara moved behind you and hugged you as tightly as she could while pressing h cheek against your back. You’d handle that with Sam, and if you could make sure Tara never finds out, you would do that in a heartbeat.

All five of you heard a car stopping in front of the cabin, but no one looked worried, Kirby was supposed to come anyway, and sure enough, when the doors opened it wasn’t that masked killer, but Kirby at the doors. Tara moved back to your side, happy to see Kirby again, though not enough to actually separate from you. “Congratulations on the twins, Tara, Y/N!” she smiled, approaching and patting the two of you on your shoulders.

Tara smiled, her hand instinctively going for her stomach. “Thanks, Kirby,” she said.

“Okay, I won’t take too much of your time, you need to rest and I need to take,” she turned to the trio at the table. “You three back to the hotel,” which was perfectly reasonable, this place wasn’t nearly big enough for all five of you. “But first we need to go over the plan,” she said, mostly looking at you.

“Sure,” you finished preparing the omelets and set them on the table before sitting down with Tara on your lap and arms wrapped protectively around her.

~X~

Two hours later, with just the two of you left in the cabin, you were lying on the bed, fresh from the shared shower and ready to sleep. Well, Tara would sleep, you trusted Kirby, but you weren’t taking that risk. Still, Tara was being adorably stubborn tonight, lying on your right side, but refusing to fall asleep just yet. Her finger lazily drawing circles of different sizes all over your abs, though underneath your shirt. Her head was tucked beneath your chin, and she occasionally kissed your neck.

“I was so terrified without you,” she mumbled, moving her hand to hug you. In turn, you held her a bit tighter as well, just letting her speak, just letting her let it all out while providing her with as much safety as you possibly could.

Tara hummed, appreciating the soft expressions of love. “I felt so lost, so helpless when I found out you weren’t in jail, and that Ghostface had you. They sent that picture, I knew it wasn’t you, but I still so desperately wanted to see you again, to find you, to be in your arms again,” she paused, swallowing hard and fighting back tears. “And Danny died because of that.”

What could you possibly tell her? If they didn’t go to the warehouse maybe this could have been avoided, but you also knew that likely wasn’t the truth. Given how many Ghostfaces there were they were bound to be found, and maybe Tara would have been even worse off if she was captured under different circumstances. “We’ll avenge him,” you chose to say that. Though, deep down you were thankful Tara was fine. In a perfect world they both would have lived, in a perfect world none of this would have happened in the first place. It wasn’t a perfect world though, and you’d grieve a fallen friend, you’d regret not being able to return the favor and save him, and you’d remember him for the rest of your life, just like how you’d remember Gale, Wes, Judy and Liv, just like how you’d remember Dewey’s sacrifice, even if you never got the chance to actually meet the man.

At the same time, you’d forever be grateful that Tara made it out alive.

“And Sam? God, what is she thinking?” the frustration laced Tara’s voice. “Why didn’t she tell us anything? To protect us? Fuck that!” she was angry at Sam for leaving again, no matter the reason and you resolved to bring Sam back even if you had to drag her out of there by force. She better be ready to apologize until she was out of breath to Tara, and then some.

“We’ll get her back, Love, and then you can scold her,” you kissed the top of Tara’s head and just let the silence take over for a few minutes, just relishing in the warmth of each other’s body. Tara’s breathing evened out, but her eyes remained open and she kept drawing those shapes on your abs.

Eventually, seeing that Tara said what was on her mind you opened up a bit as well. “You are the only reason I stayed sane in that cell. I just thought of coming back to you and our baby,” you smiled, placing your left hand on her belly. “Well, babies, but I couldn’t know,” you loved the small laugh Tara let out, just enough to tell you she was happy despite the conversation.

Tara placed her hand over yours. “You feel that you two? I told you mom would come back,” she looked you in the eyes and in the darkness lit only by dim light of a bedside lamp, you found yourself lost in her eyes.

“I’ll always come back to you, to our family,” and you’d keep that promise regardless of how many masked killers stood between you and Tara and your kids.

“I know,” she moved, getting on top of you and kissing your lips. “Baby,” she whispered, her hands roaming from your abs, all the way to your head. “This isn’t a dream, right? I’m not going to wake up all alone?” your eyes widened when you saw tears in her eyes, the stress, the pregnancy messing up with her hormones, you knew she was bound to be more emotional, you were actually more surprised she was only bringing it up now and not even sooner.

You could only sit up and gently move both of you until you got on top of her. Though you were extra careful of the small bump on her stomach. You wiped the tears off her cheeks, and kissed her, much deeper than you did the entire night, letting all your love for her, all the missed moments fit into the kiss, all the passion, all the unrestrained desire both of you felt, it all had to fit into a kiss, because you weren’t safe enough for anything else.

~X~

It wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be a dream, not with how you were kissing her. The dreams were always filled with either the words of reassurance, breaking her heart again and again when she woke up from them without you next to her or with apologies before you disappeared, leaving her alone in the dream as well. This was different, this was you and more, the firmness of your muscles under her fingertips, the warmth radiating even through the shirt you were wearing. The smell she tried to find in your clothes, mixed with soap that didn’t smell like the one you preferred to use, the combination she couldn’t have dreamed of. The muffled moan when she pulled you closer, pressing your bodies together, so familiar but filed with so much longing, caused by the separation neither of you willingly accepted.

No, it wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t be a dream. And it wasn’t safe, but she needed you. “Please, I need you so bad,” she moaned, and you froze, once again proving to her this wasn’t a dream.

“Tara, it’s too risky,” but the way you clenched the sheets, restraining yourself for the sake of keeping her safe gave you away.

She had a way to get you to do it though, a word she used to be so embarrassed by, but eventually embraced the power it gave her. “Please, Daddy,” she smiled when you groaned, burying your face in her neck.

“You’re impossible,” but you were kissing her neck. “You only get one,” you warned, definitively and she accepted it.

She relaxed, giving all control over her body to you, only moving to give you better access. You built her up and made her come undone, everything else faded away, because you were with her and that made her feel loved, safe, protected, and all she could feel was your touch, the muscles flexing as you indulged in her body, the warmth, the wetness, the moans she couldn’t even try to hold back… She felt your hands on her bare skin, underneath her shirt, lifting up her bra as you kissed any bit of her skin you could reach. She cried out, begging for you to do anything you wanted, as long as you didn’t stop touching her. And you did, you stripped her completely bare for you to see, touch and kiss and she shivered, not from the cold but from the sensation of your breath cooling her burning skin as you went lower. And she came undone within minutes of you taking her, she came, moaning and sighing in content and aftermath of the sensation, basking in your love and warmth as you kissed up her body and captured her lips once again.

Grinning into the kiss, you pulled away and kissed her belly a few times, an even number of times, before coming back up and hugging her, letting her come down from her high while pressing butterfly kisses to her neck.

She relaxed once again, letting you clean her up before she got dressed once again. Satisfied she snuggled against you, smiling when you hugged her. And she fell asleep just like that, in your arms, safe and sound.

~X~

The realization that you weren’t a dream, or even your arms wrapped around her, they didn’t chase the nightmares away and even if she knew it was a nightmare, she still couldn’t wake up.

The red drops dripping down, Faster and faster, hitting the ground as if they weighed a thousand pounds and then the rest of the picture came into view. Your body, still, covered in blood, fresh from your fight with Thomas.

“She lost too much blood! We’re losing her!” the doctor yelled as Tara felt like she was being dragged away, unable to touch you, to cry out for you, to get you to wake up like you did outside of her nightmare. No, she was forced to watch from an ever-increasing distance as the sounds of blood dripping slowed down, turning eventually into heartbeat that was slowing down until it completely disappeared.

“We lost her. Y/N L/N is dead,” the hollow voice declared and the only thing keeping Tara from abruptly sitting up were your arms. She still screamed, startling you awake from the sleep you couldn’t fight against.

You looked around, frantically searching for Ghostface, even if you were aware of her uneven breathing. Certain that you were still alone you handed Tara her inhaler. “That nightmare again?” you asked, already pulling her closer and grounding her with your touch.

Tara nodded, not really trusting her voice.

“Oh, Love,” you let out a deep sigh, likely understanding just how many times Tara woke up over the past weeks from that same nightmare, only without you to ground her after it.

Tara wasn’t the only one with nightmares, you often woke up, once again dreaming about Zack and Susan, but they weren’t as regular as they used to be, nowadays, at least before captivity and as far as Tara knew you were down to once or twice a month. They would likely come back again, after this was over, but you’d both get through it.

You always did.

Tonight, this would all end, but until it happened, she wouldn’t let go of you unless she absolutely had to. And given how close you were holding her, you had no intention of letting go either.

~X~

The night came, the final confrontation, the end of the nightmare, everything would end tonight. At this harbor. “Really? A harbor? Of all the places? What? Is this going to turn into some cheesy action movie where we jump off a boat and swim back to safety?” you said mostly to ease some tension. Tara and Kirby were by your side, the plan was simple. Tara and Kirby would take one side and you’d take another. Find Sam, get her out of there, and then the police could take over.

“Are you two ready?” Kirby asked, this time giving the two of you a gun each.

“Yes,” Tara nodded, feeling the weight of the firearm in her hands. She hasn’t shot anyone since Amber, all those years ago, but that weight was nothing compared to how worried she was for you.

“I can handle it, I won’t make the same mistake this time,” you reassured her, though the silenced pistol really felt like it weighed twice as much as you did. The weapon, the day you nearly used the one belonging to your father flashed in front of your mind. Back then, Tara was the one that brought you back, and you didn’t need anyone to bring you back from the brink of death this time. But she was still the motivation you needed, because firing the gun might mean keeping Tara and your children safe, and you’d do that.

“Let’s go then,” Kirby opened the doors of the abandoned building turned base of operation for the cult. This was it.

There was no going back.

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of. 

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance. 

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate. 

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

——————

It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. 

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line. 

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”  “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU, chris sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯

this is honestly a oneshot i had written on wattpad a long time ago but i deleted it and then thought why not post it here because i absolutely adore this song.

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i hope you love it 🩵

THE SOFT HUM of the music seemingly blurs into the conversation they are indulging in, with the specific words coating the air yet falling short to their ears as a result of their attentiveness towards one another. though quiet and in some cases missed, they never fail to provide a sense of tranquillity nevertheless. the windows surrounding them are decorated in the breath of winter, mist painting across the glass as though an intricate design across a canvas. the cold air appears to settle there perfectly, cosying into the gaps and making itself at home but in a way, overpowered by the radiance supplied by the heater of the car that engulfs them. the air smells of a breeze and when they breathe in, they can almost taste the lingering frost that ever so delicately wraps itself around the houses nearby. it is, all in all, a comforting scene to be ensnared in.

the sound of a laugh vibrates through the vehicle before it settles in the atmosphere in a minimal buzz of contentment. it's bright smiles and flushed cheeks all around and it's perfect. chris reaches his hand out slowly to tuck a stray hair from amara's face and when his fingertips brush against her skin, it's as though she's on fire. it's a clear contrast with the climate and in some cases considered dangerous but she allows the heat to slip into every crevice inside of her, running the course of her body flawlessly until the redness in her cheeks is no longer a friend of the coldness but rather, a greeter to the affection.

the traffic light ahead shifts from the glowing red to a shade of amber before at last turning green and chris begins driving once more, his fingers strumming against the steering wheel to the sound of the music filling his ears. as always, his eyes subconsciously drift to his girlfriend beside him and the mere sight of her is enough to plant a smile onto his face. once she spots the smile, it's as though her lips move against her own will as she too smiles, her plump lips meandering beautifully as she stares at his side profile. he looks like home and his presence feels like familiarity so she continues to stare as they continue to their destination.

the rest of the journey is silent but it's the sort of silence that feels like a dozen words are said through eyes and expressions. the seconds pass by and turn into minutes ever so quickly and before they know it, they have arrived at the valet. frankly, the drive is short but their occasional stops and exchanges make it appear much further, not that either of them minds anyway. the simple fact that they have one another through the twists and turns of the roads, through the bumps in the gravel; it is all enough to cast aside any doubt and exhaustion from the route.

small interactions with the valet owner pass and once chris is ensured his car is in safe hands for cleaning, he laces his fingers with amara's and allows the warmth to shoot through him. through the intertwining, there simply is no else around them. he pays no mind to anything, not a single individual that passes by nor the trees that hang tall and bare, he merely keeps his undivided attention on her as she continues to ramble about something or the other. he watches in admiration as her free hand gestures around as she speaks passionately, as her nose crinkles whenever she comes across a topic she dislikes and the way her smile sprouts widely when she is happy. she truly is nothing short of mesmerising and he easily allows himself to get soaked into the whirlwind that is her existence.

"i've been seeing it everywhere and madi said it was good so that counts for everything. it's literally five minutes from here so we have to go while we wait," she tells him as she stirs them in the correct direction and chris goes because of course he's going to follow her.

they go wherever one another goes and it's always been that way, long before their hearts had even come to the realisation that they longed for each other. and so, he follows and he doesn't for a second doubt where she is leading him as he's more than positive he's in safe hands. how can he not be when her thump swipes against the back of his hand continuously, albeit a small touch but enough to expand his heart over a dozen times in size? he meets her thumb halfway and their touches linger, connecting and merging until they're sure they won't ever come apart again. soft presses of assurance and gentle swipes of love; it is all showing each other they're not alone. it's a touch of i got you and i'm going with you.

he doesn't even have to think twice about where they're going, her excitement is enough for him to agree in an instance. their fingers remain knitted together as they walk, even the cold air unable to weave its way between them. it's this miniature, intimate bubble around them that they've created and no one or nothing is perforating it.

"what exactly is it?" he asks because he can tell she's euphoric and wants to speak more about it and well, her voice is a melody he can play forever and ever.

"it's like a little café that's open pretty much all the time and there's this really cute fireplace in the seating area and apparently they have best champagne that people have tried!" she smiles at him as she speaks and he smiles back, eyes squinting in the corner at the genuineness.

and before he can ask any more questions, he notes they have already arrived. there's something about the place that neither of them can quite place their finger on but it instantly feels welcoming, as though stepping into your home after a long, tiresome day and being able to sink into the comfort of your covers. the outside is decorated in snowflakes that fit with one another with no difficulty, the intricate designs so very clear and pointing at the deck just in front of the door. the deck houses fake flowers but the scent somehow smells real, the flora wafting up their noses in efficient waves. the door to the café is also painted in snowflakes with a blue OPEN sign staring straight at them, the border glowing in the babiest of blues.

the seats are like blankets, warm and fluffy and chris pulls amara's seat so it's closer to his. she pecks his cheek lightly as a means of response and suddenly he finds himself wanting to repeat his actions again and again. instead, he connects their hands because that's always been their thing hasn't it? it's for them and no one else and they adore it. the physical touch fills them up and it always has done so. it's a small action but means to them more than they can begin to explain in words. but then again, they don't need to explain it because it in fact belongs to them and that's what makes it so heartwarming.

"you were right, this place looks fucking amazing," chris comments as his eyes wander around, trying to take in absolutely everything because he doesn't want to miss anything, not even for a second.

"i told you and we even came when basically no one else is here; that's like the best experience," she nods her head as she watches him look around.

he looks so at ease with his surroundings and it in turn makes her feel at ease. his eyes are glimmering with this sense of pure captivation and she finds herself grinning to no one in particular. the tide in his eyes seems to swirl with each glance he takes and she strangely wants to jump into the water so she can be even closer to him. her thoughts lead to her pressing a kiss to his knuckles which then makes him snap out of his trance. he smiles widely at her and god, she is so in love with him, it almost hurts.

no more words can be exchanged because a waiter approaches them to take their order and well they aren't really hungry, having just eaten a bit ago, so they order champagne, interacting a little with the man who compliments them multiple times before at last departing.

there's something so easy about existing with each other. it's like being together is as easy as breathing and at times, their oxygen is being supplied by one another. they're breathing the oxygen in and not even for a moment does the supply seem to run out. it's love that suffocates them yet instead of attempting to get out, they let it close in on them. it's hauntingly bewitching because the love is indeed a lot but at the same time, a lot feels just right when it comes to their love.

as anticipated, the champagne doesn't take long at all to arrive. the champagne glasses have a golden rim and the bubbling fills their ears, deeply reflecting the bubbling feeling in their stomachs as they look to one another. the affect they have on one another never changes, despite how many months and years pass in their relationship. it's like the spark decides to keep burning brighter, the flame decides to grow and the heat just gets hotter. every little moment feeds into the fire until the element encases their entire beings.

chris sips on it and he can't deny how amazing it tastes and when he notices amara waiting for his reaction, he just enjoys it that much more, telling her about it instantly, "you've got good taste mara."

she smirks in response as she takes a sip for herself, "of course i do, i never doubted myself for even a second."

"cough arrogant cough," he pretends to clear his throat and cough and she swats his arm playfully, shaking her head at his words.

"am i wrong though? did you doubt me christopher?" she continues, a teasing grin playing at her lips that chris honestly just wants to kiss more than ever.

"and what if i did doubt you amara?" he retorts in the same tone, making the two of them laugh briefly, the sound travelling straight to the heart and piling up alongside the other moments of laughter they have shared many times before.

"that doesn't answer my question idiot," she informs him matter-of-factly, shaking her head at him once more but never departing the satisfied expression from her face.

"of course i didn't doubt you stupid, i never do," he at last says and at that, she just can't help but connect their lips together.

it feels correct, just like everything else with them. it's a sweet kiss, not rushed or exactly passionate but filling them with the same feelings nonetheless. the butterflies still erupt inside of them and the feeling of their lips together makes their hearts soar, fast beating at the contact. they're thankful no one is around them to see but to be frank, even if there were, part of them knows they wouldn't care much anyway. it's never bothered them before because as established, when they are together, everyone else disappears. it's just them and no one else. when his hand moves to hold her face, she leans into it and their synchronised movements create a moment of serenity.

they pull away after a few moments, mirroring expressions with rosy tints ensnaring their faces and ears. chris nudges her side and she nudges him back and they settle there, drinking the champagne and talking about whatever comes to mind. the silence in the café around them should be alarming but it just makes them feel even greater because they can be themselves and they're always their greatest selves when they are together and alone.

they don't leave for a while, relishing in their solitude and the solace the café brings them for what it is but when they do eventually leave, it isn't with regrets or doubts. they do things without looking back because they tend to believe something forward could potentially be even greater. their hands are still linked, their strides match naturally and their laughter spills out of them as though it is second nature.

the car is ready for them at the valet and they linger there for a while, distracting themselves in their positions until they realise they are standing around in a place where that isn't exactly deemed normal. sheepishly making their way inside the car, a rush of adrenaline swipes through them as they drive around the city and at every red light, chris takes her in. his eyes roam her face and his ears swallow her laugh because he's unable to do anything but. she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl he's ever seen. she's so effortless in the beauty she holds and even sitting near her makes his heart hammer in his chest. she looks like she's from the cover of a magazine, posing for a shot though truth is, she's only existing and so, he loves existing with her.

"are we going back to mine or yours?" she asks him after a while, fiddling with his hand that rests on her thigh as he drives mindlessly.

"well your bed is more comfortable," he beams at her and she laughs at him but it doesn't really matter to her, so long as they are together.

"you're just saying that because you want breakfast in bed again," she returns and he smirks at her.

"that wasn't even on my mind. i was just thinking about how it's so nice waking up next to you but if you're offering..." he trails off and she tugs on his finger roughly, making him yelp dramatically.

"okay okay, i'll make you breakfast in bed," he decides and now she's even more against the idea.

"yeah and then i'll get food poisoning and die and you'll have to live without me forever and regret the fact that you made breakfast and killed your girlfriend until the day you die," she goes on and he shakes his head at her, rubbing circles on her hand softly.

"god you have this all planned don't you?" he chuckles as they turn the street, parking in the driveway.

"mhm, it's going to make the news and everyone's going to remind you of it daily," she proceeds as she steps out the car, cuddling against his side as they walk and humming in satisfaction when he wraps his arm around her.

"well i'm gonna love you till i'm dead so that means i have to die first," he leads her inside, wrapping his arms around her waist and clinging onto her as they walk to the living room before collapsing onto the couch.

"woah so if i die first, you're going to stop loving me?" she gasps dramatically and he throws a cushion at her face with a small huff of disbelief.

and after that, it's continued playful conversations and acting as though they're offended when it's practically impossible to be as such. even with their little bickering, they still remain ever so closely together and there's just something about it that makes them feel so alive and free. this is forever, not temporary, more than a fling and they never want it to be anything but. so, as the hours of the night waste away and consume them, their contentment stays and it doesn't disappear when they drift off to sleep or when they wake up the next morning because all that's on their minds is the speciality that is the person beside them. it's something they can't comprehend in the slightest yet one look to the other ultimately screams something about you.

[sinfulsalutations]

Uuuuh yeah hi. Could I get a number 10 with a side of Wolffe please?

Huge congratulations on such a big milestone! You’re such a talented writer and you deserve every follower and many more 💜 (from @wings-and-beskar 💜)

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⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɢᴇ

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ" "ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ"

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➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 547

Despite Wolffe possessing the ability to express his emotions (you’ve bore witness whenever he’s forced to work alongside those he sees as incompetent), he remains stoic and subdued off of a battlefield. 

You end up doing most of the talking when you’re together, rambling on about whatever shenanigan one of your patients got into today. Yesterday, it was Boost not paying attention to the space in front of him and bonking his head on a metal beam. Today, it’s Warthog twisting his ankle in the wrong direction.

“I swear, you’d think he wasn’t professionally trained and groomed for war like the rest of his brothers,” You kid playfully, striding to and fro each corner of your room as you clean up for the night. Wolffe sits there, cleaning his chest armor placed over his lap and watching you blather on.  “Poor guy kept falling in and out of sleep, and every time he woke up he thought I was someone named ‘Palma’... It was strange.” 

You laugh as you finish your sentence, shaking your head and closing the drawer, turning to see Wolffe’s soft expression. It really is strange, how he just… keeps so quiet in your company, perfectly content with just watching your beamy looks while you animatedly retell stories.

Tragically, you have little filter and say exactly that.

“You don’t talk much.”

Wolffe blinks, though he doesn’t seem to be very surprised at the revelation. He knows, you realize, as he looks down at his armor and continues scrubbing nonchalantly.

He responds after a long moment of letting you stare dumbfounded.

“I just really like listening to you, that’s all.”

A warmth rapidly spreads from your chest to your cheeks; you’re suddenly embarrassed, though oddly touched at the words. You’re not used to people actually enjoying your nonsense tangents, and to hear it from someone like Wolffe is something new entirely. You clear your throat and look away, trying to hide your blush.

“Well, I’m glad to keep you entertained,” you reply as casually as possible. “Though…” You shift in his direction. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one doing the talking. I want to know more about you too.”

Wolffe looks up at you, his amber and white eyes meeting yours, and a jolt of electricity shoots through you. There’s something so intense about his gaze, and despite being just one copy of millions, you’ve never seen eyes quite like his.

“I’m not very interesting,” He tells you, a little too neutral for your liking. “Just a soldier doing his duty.”

You scoff, tilting your head away before meeting his gaze again with an unbelieving glint in your eye.

“Trust me, I’ve worked with so many of you,” You explain, slowly turning away as you begin having trouble staring at him for so long. “All of you are different and unique in your own ways. You too. I’m sure there’s something special to love.”

The words spill out before you can contain them, but it’s hard to stay hung up on it when you’re usually so vocal. You turn back just to catch a glimpse of a lovely, barely-there grin on his stern face.

“Would you like to have dinner with me, Doc?” Wolffe then asks. 

Your smile is piercing.

“I would, Commander.”

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[zippidi-dooda]

"Alucard?" You said softly, looking up from your charcoal detail paper.

The man hummed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You glance back down at the drawing you'd finished of him.

It looked great, he was a marvelous subject for a portrait. He was perfectly still and silent in any pose you positioned him, unmoving until you said you had finished. You loved to gaze at him with each drawing, tracing the outline of his well defined features, like the curve of his jaw or sharp shape of his nose, the soft curls of his golden hair that fell in waves around his shoulders, the length of his lashes that cast shadows over his amber eyes, the prominent arch of his brows, and swell of his plump lips onto the thick sheet of paper you carried around with a pen of charcoal, shading his features to match the lighting in a way you knew best.

Each pose, angle, and lighting was different. But there was one thing every drawing of him had in common.

"Why don't I ever see you smile?"

The man stiffened and proceeded to ignore your inquiry. "Are you almost done? I believe it's nearly time for our evening meal."

You looked back up at him and nodded slowly.

"I couldn't be more grateful that you allow me to draw you, Alucard. But, I am noticing a pattern in your ... habits. The way you present yourself."

Alucard stood and proceeded to walk in the direction of the kitchen, hoping to escape your conversation.

You followed after him.

"You are less grumpy looking than when we first met. But I have never seen you laugh or smile or give any other expression than this numb, blank look."

"My apologies, I am just not an expressive person like you're used to. There's no need to follow me, I'll finish up quickly and call for you when the food is done."

For a moment you didn't reply, simply staring at him from behind as he took long strides in front of you.

Like the castle walls surrounding you, he was so cold and sheltered, with walls thick enough to withstand many heavy attacks from the outside. So distant. Hiding in his own mind as he was hiding in this crumbling structure so deep into the woods.

You hoped one day you could even hear a snippet of what he was thinking of, get accepted into his inner fortress like you had been able to be accepted to stay within this fortified home of his.

You just, didn't know how.

Hesitantly, you reached out to him, pausing your actions for a moment before finally grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat, prompting him to stop and look over at you.

You gave him a warm smile and said, "if you ever have anything you need to get off your chest, I'll always be here to listen."

Alucard blinked slowly at you and after a minute you continued to walk in front of him, babbling about what he should make for this evening.

It went in one ear and out the other.

Alucard, now following behind you, furrowed his brow and pursed his lips further as he ran your words back in his mind over and over again.

Such compassionate words. From a seemingly harmless person. He truly wanted to believe you and tell you all that has been persistently wearing him down. But he just couldn't.

He had met one too many who gave him the same impression of harmlessness. And they had no remorse in trying to take advantage of his trust and vulnerability. That cut deeper than any sword or claw ever had and he couldn't handle the thought of experiencing that again with you.

He may have been a fool to let you in to live with him in the first place. But he would not make the mistake of blindly trusting you because he was lonely. He would not allow it.

'You'll always be here?'

Unlikely.

Alucard shook his head to clear his thoughts, and jumped into the conversation of dinner plans instead.

Maybe one day, he'd be able to meet someone he could actually trust. Maybe that person was you. He really hoped so. But as of now, it was too soon to tell.

He'd skirt any further questions you had in correspondence to this until much further in the future, when all doubts about your intentions were washed away from his mind.

An issue that would be much harder to fix than simply wishing it to go away.

[muldermuse]

Hallöchen!

Will it be okay for you to write a nsfw sequel to “reader gets jealous of Fox’s new coworker” headcanon? That ending was perfection 🤌🏼

PS Love love love your writing and can’t wait for spooky season fics 💗

the fact that i will never get to make out with Fox Mulder in his dingy basement </3333

nsfw belowwwwwww

(also this is the hc that was referenced in the ask!!! i love u all tysm for sending things through)

Fox had been working a new case, Scully was off so he had this new agent with him…and god, she was gorgeous. A bright smile, beautifully styled hair and her shirt and skirt combo was pressed within an inch of it’s life. She was called Amber and yes, she was gorgeous- she was also rude. A rude person. A rude person who was currently staring at your fiancee like he was a slice of cake.

You brought her and Fox a coffee (you’d learned from your interactions with Agent Wilson), Fox smiled and thanked you as he took a sip of his usual flat white. Amber didn’t take a sip, she politely smiled but did not make eye contact with you. She didn’t thank you. A lot of these things may sound petty but in this moment; you decided you had to do something. 

You manage to leave your desk early so you can be there for when Fox and Amber are leaving the basement. She confirms with a wink that she’ll be there for 9am sharp and Fox politely agrees with a smile as he wraps you into his arms and asks you about your day. You do not miss the way Amber’s eyes track your body up and down before she leaves. You can practically smell the jealousy coming off her body.

To be honest, it kinda makes you feel primal. He’s your fiancee, you wear your engagement ring every day, Fox’s desk has two framed pictures of you and Amber definitely knows about your relationship. So, even though you have already made your relationship clear to one co-worker, you realise you need to go nuclear with this one. 

***

The plan starts in the morning, whilst Fox is showering and brushing his teeth, you apply your dewy make up and put his favourite lipstick on. You time it perfectly to ensure that when Fox is leaving the shower (with a towel hanging loosely around his waist) he sees you bent over your vanity in your garter and suspenders. Fox has never been shy about how much he loves them, when he goes down on you he asks if you can put just them on with no underwear so he can feel the nylon of the tights pressed against his ears. You clock his expression in the mirror as he realises how you’re dressed. Before he can see your smirking reflection in the mirror, his naked body is pressed against you.

“Baby, you can’t do this- we have to go to work” He presses slow kisses to the back of your neck as you continue to dab on your lipstick “How am I supposed to work knowing you’ve got this on all day”.

You know the plan is stupid. Really stupid and like something from an awful porno- but as Fox slept soundly last night, you ran through the plan in your head and you’re fully committed to it.

You run your hands through his damp hair and press your chest close to his; feeling his heart rate accelerating with the skin to skin contact. You move your hands down to his waist and run your fingers lightly over his towelled waist.

“I’m not sure baby…you’re just going to have to try really really hard” You softly bite his neck and push his towel down, your hand passes gently over his hard dick. He moans into the touch and kisses you deeply. You make eye contact with a smirk.

“I need to get to the office early today so you’ve got 5 minutes” You press a quick kiss to his lips as you scamper off. Fully aware of how great your ass looks with the garter and suspenders. You know you have Fox wrapped around your finger at this point.

Fox drives to the office and the tension is high, he keeps his hand on your thigh throughout the drive and keeps rubbing his thumb higher and higher. You can’t help as you move in your seat and moan softly into his touch. As he parks up, he kisses you and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. He goes to open his door but before he can leave, you kiss the side of his face and whisper into his ear that you forgot to put panties on this morning. Fox looks at you dumbstruck as you exit the car and head to the elevator to take you to the basement.

***

All this planning had lead to the moment that Amber walks in. You’re obviously not fucking over Fox’s desk (although it was highly tempting, it was also a lil bit unprofessional) but to be honest, the scene she walks into is just as intimate. Fox’s shirt and your skirt have been thrown onto the ground as you straddled him on his office chair. You were pressing deep kisses to his neck and feeling his moans leave his mouth. He has one hand grabbing your ass and the other one tangled in your hair to push you deeper into his neck. 

It’s highly compromising.

It’s private.

It’s fucking perfect.  

You know it’s Amber by the gasp and the sound of two disposable coffees being dropped on the floor in shock. “Oh my god-Fox I’ll give you a minute”. The door quickly slams shut as Fox kisses you in apology. 

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry…I knew she was coming in early just…time got away from me I suppose” He grabs your skirt from the floor and throws it at you, both of you trying to hold back giggling as you quickly dress in an attempt to look professional- despite what you’ve both just been caught doing. 

Fox pulls you into a kiss before he goes to sit down, he goes to wipe the smudged eye make up from your under eye but you stop him before he gets chance. The smirk on your lips seemingly reveals your sordid plan. Fox smirks back at you, he pulls you into a deep kiss as he grabs your ass with both hands, he murmurs against your lips “Pretty good revenge plan baby”.

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

I love the at a canes length story.

The power dynamic of him just reclined back watching his partner in their knees for him just does something yk?

Any ideas for him bossing around his partner like that? Or him being able to do what he want and they are not allowed to touch him, even if they beg? (All consensual ofc!!)

we’re all into our darling tease viktor, aren’t we? btw, i’m naming this drabble after my favourite am song.

cw: gn reader, smut, dirty talk, nipple play, i got too carried away and wrote a poetic filthy little thing.

word count: 700~

Normally you wouldn’t dare to complain about your lover’s hands — deliciously nimble, they never failed to tame you with the length of each cautiously curious finger, the callousness of them tortuous, yet professionally precise — just the right spoon of tar in a barrel of sweet honey. They were the hands of a pianist, attached to those lanky, just as much fitting for a musician arms — had your brain stupidly doomed whenever their defiant owner rolled up a ruffled sleeve just high enough to tease you with a sight of a pointy elbow or a weave of cerulean veins under the translucently pale skin. 

However, tonight — they became the hands of a jeweller, short nails the figurative tweezers gently piercing into each pretty bud of your nipples, restraining you with the unbearable thoroughness of Viktor’s most sensual touches — all lazy tugs and languid circles besieging the aureoles. Pure torment — nothing more and nothing less, increasingly intricate considering the utter complacency in the pair of amber eyes ogling at your naked chest — not a single bead of sweat left unnoticed or unkissed away.

And this tactic — although insanely efficient — made you hiss numerous pleas into the softness of a dump pillow, back an impatient arch above the clinging to your sticky skin sheets. Because jewellers are impeccably methodical — most importantly slow, and slow was never your pace of choice, despite all its charming offers of savouring. You wanted him now, invariably inside, shirtless, with spitslick lips and open against the curve of your shoulder mouth: fast, and deep, and eagerly frantic — something a pianist might allow, but a jeweller must strictly avoid. How truly devastating. 

Or, perhaps, not?

His tongue is an unexpected tool — it gently soothes the pinched nipple, dripping with generous, thick moist onto the awakened goosebumps — a welcomed diversity, most perfectly combined with the dexterity of his skilful digits, and you meet it with a string of breathless curses — grateful for the little mercy, yet still not nearly satisfied enough. 

The ‘no touching’ rule effortlessly slips your mind when Viktor’s mouth lingers there — wrapped around the relentlessly teased bud, sucking at it so gently you might just melt into this very bed. You impatiently clutch his tie, clumsily pulling him forward into a pathetic attempt of stealing an open-mouthed kiss, and Viktor instantly regrets he didn’t free his slender neck off it earlier, silently remorsing the missed opportunity of tying your wrists together. 

He sighs, reluctantly peeling his right palm off your covered in saliva chest, and it insistently nudges you off the tie and leads right back where your hands belong — nailed into the pillow right above your head. 

“Was I not clear enough when I kindly asked you to avoid touching me?” his voice is soft — raspy and gentle, not upset with you in the slightest — just genuinely curious, ludicrously polite for a man so eager to torture you. “Or, perhaps, patience is simply not one of your virtues?” 

He offers you a smile — a chaste one, oh that specific stretch of thin lips into an unbearably handsome line — worthy of whatever foreplay-durations he wishes for. 

Now it’s your turn to sigh. 

“It’s just that… I’m afraid you might not be done with me even until dawn,” you mumble sweetly, fingers already itchy to intertwine with his hair — and you wonder if he might be willing to consider this compromise. He simply arches a thick brow, humming with a playful half-turn of a head. 

“I was not aware we were in a rush,” he chuckles, and — oh heavens, finally! — hovers above your flushed face for a split second, picking a feature to award with a long-awaited kiss. 

You’re not surprised when his warm gaze drifts over your lips, evidently recalling the irresistible softness of them. No matter how much into denying it Viktor might be, he is a needy man in the very depth of his heart — and these rare occurrences might just be your favourite moments of his vulnerability. And when you’re almost ready to release an ardent tongue into the blissful heat of his mouth — your precious inventor smirks, cruelly changing his route. 

“Besides,” he whispers — cheeky, and so unbearably hot, brushing the tip of his sharp nose against your earshell. “You’re underestimating me. I intend to proceed until at least next noon.” 

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Death’s Head

G/N Fast Food Worker Reader x M! Bugkeeper Yan OC

Part 1~

His Info: 🦋✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: G/N Reader, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NSFW, Yandere, stalking, ML!masturbation, edging, non-con voyeurism, mentions of cheating, scent kink

“$26.70 is your total…” You meet his amber eyes, “You come here a lot, you like the food that much?”

“N-Not really… But it’s… C-convenient,” He says in a voice so quiet you’re surprised it came out of such a tall guy.

Your brow dips suspiciously. “Huh. Whatever, have a nice morning…” As you’re handing over the brown paper sack your hands touch briefly. He drops the bag and spills his fries all over the counter.

“Fuck, sec!” You rush to grab a new fry for the poor guy. The shit’s so overpriced nowadays anyway.

“I-It’s n-no big d-deal!”

“No, it’s not, which is why i’m getting you new ones! Don’t worry, sir,”

Your back is turned, which he is more than thankful for as he can’t stop a shuddery response to your title for him. “Ahhah, i-if you insist…”

“Of course I do. Now here, take these and go have a good day,” you flash him a sweet smile, melting his poor, weak heart.

He stares into your eyes for just a second too long, and a coworker clears their throat at you both. If you were to admit it, you were more than a little zoned out and didn’t actually notice. But it’s back to the ol’ grind nonetheless!

You pretend to roll up your sleeves as you ring up your next patron. “Enjoy your day!”

Enix lets himself into your partner’s house. It’s barely a brisk walk away. Youre both out right now. Your puppy runs up happily to Enix, recognizing him and his scent from previous visits.

You are so perfect for him.

Sure he lives around forty minutes away, and he’d drive a thousand miles if it meant seeing you for even just a second. But this isn’t about that, it’s about how welcome you’ve made him feel! Keeping every little thing in your life so conveniently close together.

You shop right next door, you work down the street, you stay inside most of the time, it’s perfect.

You reek.

Just like every other weekday. You reek.

Your shitty job makes you stink like fryer grease and low quality burgers. You can never get to the shower fast enough.

You fly through your thought-to-be-empty house. It doesn’t smell much better than you though. Your partner’s cigarettes, and burnt dab rig, stale up the air, but it’s what you’re accustomed to. You loved them, and the smell is part of that package.

Enix watches you through a crack in the door, dangerously close, but frustratingly far. His hand palms himself through his dark jeans. Fuck, if you knew he was pleasuring himself to you right behind you, would you ever accept him? The worry gets him even more worked up.

What if you hate him?

Hand now thrusts into pants, he strokes himself and squeezes his shaft a little too hard, and almost makes an audible noise.

And now he’s realized that he’s just gotten so into it, he forgot to breathe!

*Cough*

“Hmm? Cam? Is that you??” You spin to say, as if you could see perfectly through the sheer curtain, and almost closed door.

You aren’t even sure you heard anything… But you have this… Gut feeling that you can’t explain.

By the time you get out, he’s cursing to himself as he sits fully hidden in the pantry.

Meaning: He can’t see you.

You’re probably putting on a show just for him, trying on your cute clothes, and he isn’t even there for it!

His cock twitches.

It’s already dark, but Enix closes his eyes and breathes in…

He can at least picture you, oh~ the way you tilt this way and that, turning to get all the right angles…

“nuh uh, not this one” he hears you from the other room.

He rubs his thumb over his slit, then slowly spreads pre over his fat tip in a nice wide circle. He sighs out, gods, you’re so hot, and he can’t even see you! Just the idea of you has him edging.

*Thump!* “Ooof!!” You trip and fall while trying to step into a pair of pants, “Fuck!”

At first he was worried and ready to help, until he heard the inflection of your voice. Instead he’s moved to his glands, squeezing and teasing himself. He wasn’t gonna… It feels so wrong… But he pulls out a pair of your dirty panties he stole last time he was here, and brings them to his nose.

“Oh my gods…” He almost comes right then. He has to pull away and focus hard on not finishing.

“Cam?” you call.

Shit!!! Was he too loud?

“hm,” he hears the shrug in your voice, “Whatever,” You sound pouty… His heart hurts for you. Your little cuck boy is out cheating.

He knows he is, he put a tracker on him, he doesn’t have to physically follow them, to know what going directly from clubs, to random peoples houses nightly means. What an imbecile. Squandering such a precious thing as you.

Footsteps, coming closer, his breath hitches, and his heart flips.

He’ll get to see you again!

You throw the remote onto the couch after flicking the switch and putting on a mindless youtube video, throwing your phone down to join it.

You appear through the crack in the door frame, hovering over the plate of sweets he made specially for you.

You take one and peel the wrapper slowly, agonizingly and to him, seductively. Enix swallows. You bring the treat up to your pretty lips and as soon as it touches them, a wet patch forms on his pant front as he stands hunched, and shuddering. He’s biting his own hand as to not make any noise, but gods he’s never came so hard!

Part of him is touching you! An intimate part of him, touching an intimate part of you… He’s mixing with your saliva now, melting over your warm tongue… Being welcomed into your body! Oh goodness. He’s not sure he can, but he might come again! His dick never softened, and he feels the pressure building inside once more.

fuck…

You’re so perfect for him.

“Mmmm!” You sound orgasmic… You love the taste of him… You really do! “No way they made these themself.”

A bit of crème sticks to the side of your cheek, and when he watches your tongue poke out and lick it off, the way your eyes roll back.

“NNNNNNGGGGG” He comes again. thankfully though you don’t hear him over the tv. He breathes out in relief.

[munsons-hellfire]

My Love Will Never Die: Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Circe is reunited with her cousin, though it doesn't seem to go the way that she thought it would.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Circe Archeron x Eris Vanserra

CONTENT WARNING: SFW, abandonment issues, toxic family.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is chapter 1, I can't wait to dive deeper into this book and share the plans I have for this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you wished to be tagged let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

Circe Archeron, Prologue

It had been months since Feyre had left. She came back for a short time only to disappear again. I kept to myself, Nesta had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t much care for me. I guess I was okay with that. But it had been a difficult time for me after Feyre left. Everything had changed, I had become quick to anger and that’s why I stayed in my room most of the time.

Nesta and Elain couldn’t even get me out of my room, unless Nesta dragged me out; which wasn’t often. They’d have servants bring food to my room, but for the most part I was nibbling on the food. Not enough to keep me looking healthy. Currently I lied in my bed, the curtains were closed and I was hugging the pillow. It was difficult sometimes to lay on my back, though I still didn’t understand why.

Someone knocked on my door, I wanted to ignore it but I couldn’t. If it were Nesta she’d get angry with me and storm in here and pull me from my bed. So I stood up, then I walked over to the door and looked to see Mrs. Laurent standing at the door. There was a pleasant smile on her face as she stared at me.

“How can I help you Mrs. Laurent?” I asked, leaning my head against the door.

“Your sister has requested that you get dressed and go to the drawing room.” Mrs. Laurent answered.

I didn’t want to fight whatever Nesta wanted me to do so I gave her a nod of my head and closed the door. I walked over to my closet and grabbed an outfit. I only wore pants and shirts whenever I’d go outside. If I was being requested to the drawing room it likely meant that someone was here which meant I had to dress nice.

I opted for a dark blue dress that had an amber coloring etched into it. I don’t know why but this was always my favorite dress to wear whenever people would come over. I had these colors on a lot of my outfits but they were always so different. The dress reached just below my knees and came with long frayed sleeves.

I wasn’t much for heels so I was allowed a pair of boats that actually matched with the dress I currently had on. Once I was dressed, I pulled my hair to the side and began to braid it until I reached the end of my dirty-blond hair. Now that I was finished I walked out of my room heading to the drawing room as requested. However when I came to a stop at the entrance I swear everything stopped.

She looked so different from what I remembered. Taller than I remember her to be, and she had pointed ears. She was a Fae now. Is that why she hadn’t come back to visit us, to visit me? I stepped forward and caught my cousin's attention.

“Feyre?” I asked, my voice shaky as well as my hands.

“Circe?” Her voice was just as shaky, she stared at me taking in the sight of what I truly look like, which wasn’t great. I didn’t care at the moment, I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. I didn’t want to let her go now that she was here. Nesta pulled me back from Feyre, though my cousins didn’t miss the way I pulled my arm away from Nesta’s touch. I was sure Feyre would ask me about it when it was just the two of us.

So much had changed since she left again, I needed to know what had happened to her. Why was she even here? Was she coming back home to stay with us? Had that Fae finally decided to let her come back home to us? So many questions I wanted to ask her, but instead I sat down next to Elain. Waiting for someone to talk, hopefully it would be Feyre and she’d answer everything.

“Where is Father?” It was the first thing she said since we’d all sat down. I wasn’t the least bit surprised she wanted to know of his absences.

“In Neva,” Nesta answered. He’d been gone for a while now and I honestly wasn’t sure when he’d returned. Not that I really cared anyway. “Trading with some merchants from the other half of the world. And attending a summit about the threat above the wall. A threat I wonder if you’ve come back to warn us about.”

At this I glanced over at Nesta, why hadn’t she told me about this? I had just as much a right to know as Elain did. I couldn’t shake the hurt I was feeling as I stared at my eldest cousin. I wanted to leave this room now. If Nesta thought I didn’t need to know than maybe it was best I leave to let them talk. That feeling I’d been trying to avoid for so long came back and I felt myself fighting to hold back whatever tears wanted to fall down my face.

I hated being treated like the black sheep of the family now that Feyre wasn’t here. Though I suppose it had always been that way considering my parents didn’t love me enough to raise me themselves. Instead they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle and look where it got me. Alone.

“Whatever the reason, Feyre, we are happy to see you. Alive. We thought you were—” A glimmer of panic ran through my body. Feyre pulled back her hood. I wasn’t so much afraid of the fact that she was now Fae. It was the fact that it meant she’d actually died.

“I was dead.” Feyre said roughly. “I was dead, and then I was reborn—remade.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, I needed to know. Was she alone, or were there others with her.

“That’s a story for another day, Circe. I need you to listen.” I listened to her as she explained what was happening. The panic I felt in my body was speeding through it. Suddenly I felt the need to go outside and climb into a tree. I couldn’t do this anymore.

“Excuse me.” I whispered, standing up I shifted my shoulders and walked out of the room.

“Circe.” Feyre called out.

“Let her go, this is too much for her and the exact reason I didn’t want her in here in the first place. She’s fragile right now.” Nesta said sternly.

Fragile. Of course I was fragile. I had lost the one person who meant more to me than the others. Feyre was the only one who truly understood where I was coming from when I tried to express myself. Nesta didn’t understand my need to be out in the wilderness when I wasn’t in my room. It was my safe place, my escape. It allowed me to feel close to things I didn’t understand.

When I made it outside I walked past the front door and towards the woods. Finding my favorite tree I began to climb it. I climbed and climbed until I was finally a far enough distance from the ground I could have peace and quiet. I could finally think. But it didn’t last long. Not when I heard the rustling of tree leaves.

“What do you want?” I asked, thinking it was Feyre. But when I looked up I came face to face with hazel eyes, and shadows. I knew all too well why they looked so familiar. I stood up and walked towards the Fae that was staring at me, not speaking. “I’m Circe.” I said, holding my hand out to him.

He was just staring at me, I didn’t seem to find it weird. It felt comforting to have his gaze on me. I didn’t know where to take the conversation though. And it was clear that he wasn’t comfortable shaking my hand so I dropped it back at my side. I felt something touch my back, and suddenly panic rose in my body again. It was cool to the touch as it moved around my body. And I realized that it was shadows.

A smile fell onto my lips, then there were more surrounding me. Some tickled my skin. I couldn’t stop the laugh that left my lips as they continued to glide around my skin. I did notice that the Fae in front of me was stiff as a board. I also noticed that the shadows stayed away from my back. I held my hand out again and one of the shadows swarmed around my fingers.

“You’re not afraid of them?” His voice was so soft and rough at the same time as he finally spoke to me. I placed my eyes on him, a curious look falling onto my face.

“Why would I be? They’re so beautiful.” It was clear that each word that left my lips was more of a shock to him than it was to me. Another shadow wrapped around my arm, tickling me in the process. It caused another laugh from me. But then I couldn’t stop laughing. Happiness. It was the only thing I felt in my entire being as this Fae stood in front of me with shadows swarming my body.

“Not everyone is like you.” He whispered. At this I lowered my hand and stared at him.

“You’re right, they’re not. But I assure you that they don’t scare me.”

“That’s a first.” Another voice called out. I pulled my eyes away to look down, seeing two other males not far from us. I took the opportunity to walk away from the Fae with shadows and climbed back down the tree.

“You should be careful.” I looked up at him, a shadow still swarming around my body.

“I’ll be fine.” I jumped down, landing on my feet. Then I held my hand out to the two as the other joined. “Circe. Feyre’s cousin.” I said, shining my brightest smile.

“Cassian.” The one with shoulder length hair said, shaking my hand.

“Rhysand.” The other said, I shook his hand. Then he looked over at the one I’d been talking to. “This is Azriel.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I looked at Azriel, and then Cassian. They both had the same set of wings. They were beautiful, and suddenly I wanted to know everything about their wings. I shifted my shoulders slightly at the weight on my back, the invisible weight. Then I moved towards them inspecting their wings.

“These are Illyrian wings.” Rhysand said. His violet eyes were on me, like he was studying me. Though Cassian and Azriel were doing the same thing as well. That sounded familiar, so familiar. I remember my mother and father had talked about the fae alot, Ilyrian’s in particular.

“I’ve heard of them.” I said, staring back at Rhysand. I could see the confusion on all their faces as the three stared at me. “My parents used to talk about the fae before they abandoned me. More specifically they talked about Illyrians, I never understood why they’d talked about them so much, we were humans after all.”

“What were your parents' names?”

“Lily and Beau Archeron.” I hadn’t shared their names in so long that it hurt to say them outloud for the first time. I watched the three exchange glances with each other. “Do you know those names?”

“Just from what Feyre has told us.”

“Oh.” I nodded my head. Then I shifted my shoulders and started to walk back towards the house. They were following behind me. The door opened and I looked to see Feyre standing at the front door.

“I see you’ve meant my cousin.” She wasn’t speaking to me. It also seemed that she had an annoyed look on her face. So I lowered my head, trying to ignore the heartbreak I was feeling on the inside.

“I’ll see you inside Feyre.” I excused myself, lifting my arms up to cover my body. Then I moved past her and walked into the house heading for my room until dinner was ready. Not that they’d want me there anyway. Once I was in my room I closed the door and slid down it. I adjusted my shoulders again, then rested my head back against the door. This was going to be a long night, I knew it.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Oh, I'm A Mess... (Affinity Series)

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Wordcount: 7243

Summary:

You and Bucky have officially bonded! So why does Steve still smell so damn good to you? After getting injured on a mission, Bucky connects the dots and is able to shed some light on the situation. What could this possibly mean for the three of you?

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Shower Sex, Naked Cuddling, Breeding, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Is a Good Bro, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels

Notes:

Hello, Hello, Hell-O, Once again I started out writing with one plan in mind and well my characters just said "NOPE. This is where we're going. Don't fight it." And thus this, a bit plot heavy, fic was born. Have no fear though, there still we be snapshots of just Bucky and his Omega, as well as some with just her and Steve. What can I say, the characters have officially taken over and I'm just here to transcribe it all to you. Happy reading! This snapshot was heavily inspired by GUESS IM IN LOVE by Clinton Kane. Give it a listen to set the mood if you'd like. Also the lyrics used are from Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Whinehouse. I do not own any rights to this song and you should give it listen!

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

The hearth is filled with a crackling fire, it’s soft amber glow filling the space with warmth as you lounge in your favorite pj's, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon. A pint of Ben & Jerry's in your lap and Supernatural playing on the flat-screen. Dean Winchester is truly the best distraction. Currently you're all alone in the house as The Avengers have been called away on a quick mission.

Having recently made your bond official, you decided to stay at Bucky and Steve’s for a while, so you can remain close to your mate. You had some paid time off you needed to use or lose at work anyway and this seemed the most appropriate way to utilize it. 

Your phone goes off, alerting you of an incoming text.

My Alpha 🐺: Hello my sweet little Omega. The mission’s over but it’s gonna be a bit before I get home. I have to go to the infirmary when we land. I got injured protecting a group of children. Just got struck with a stray bullet or two and a cut to the forehead. Nothing too serious that my Super Soldier serum can’t heal quick enough, but it’s protocol to get checked out after any injury in the field. See you soon babygirl. I love you 😘 Me: 😲 Oh my goodness Bucky! You better be okay! Get here as soon as you can so I can see for myself that you are still in one piece! I love you too ❤

This news turns your calm energy to one of anxiety. You begin to seek out items to make yourself a nest. A place you can find comfort and safety as you nervously wait for your Alpha to return home.

With your mating bond being still a little new, he can feel just how out of sorts you are and although he’s trying to send calming vibes down the bond you're still out of sorts. It’s increasing his need to protect you and is starting to put him on edge. He knows he can't get to you until he’s cleared by the doctor. 

Steve hasn’t left his side since they boarded the Quinjet. He didn’t sustain any injuries himself and is perfectly fine to leave. He’s only still here because he wants to make sure his best friend is alright. 

He turns to Steve sitting in the seat next to the exam table he is laying on. “Hey, would you mind heading home ahead of me and making sure my Omega isn't scared and alone while she’s stressed out over me. I can’t stand knowing she’s in that house by herself right now. I'm afraid my instincts will take over and I’ll bite someone's head off the longer I sit here feeling her anxiety through the bond and I can't get to her.”

The blonde agrees of course, wanting to make sure you're okay himself. “Yeah, no problem Buck. I’ll make sure to try and keep her calm as much as I can. You just get checked out and hurry home as soon as you're able to. I’ve got her til then, pal.”

“Thanks Stevie. Now go take care of my girl.”

Upon entering the house, Steve finds you sorting through the blankets in the living room. “Hey there, Doll. Buck sent me to check in on you. Said he could feel your anxiety through the bond. He’ll be here soon. He’s just waiting for the all clear from the Doc once she’s done with anyone with major injuries first.” 

You drop the blanket in your hand and rush to him, wrapping him up in a giant hug, happy to no longer be left alone with your treacherous thoughts. You just need to be held for a moment and he smells like Bucky since somehow his blood is on his undershirt. Seems he had taken off the top half of his uniform at some point. 

The urge to take his blood stained shirt is increasing the longer he holds you. You must have it for your nest. Taking a step back, you thrust your hands underneath the fabric, running them along his abs and up his chest until you can pull it off him. 

Steve stands there motionless, in shock from the unprompted groping you just gave him. He watches as you inhale a big whiff of their mixed scents through your nose, as you clutch the shirt to your chest and face. 

It starts to actually calm you. Which is interesting since you're newly mated and Steve is not your bonded Alpha. Maybe it's because Bucky’s always with Steve and they’ve known each other so long. Maybe it’s because you know what his dick tastes like on your tongue. Or it can be a whole other thing entirely. You’ll have to figure that out another time though, because right now all you care about is trying to stay calm until you lay eyes on your Alpha again.

Yes, Bucky reassured you it’s just surface wounds that’ll easily heal within the day but until you can visually check that he’s okay you're going to continue to feel unsettled. 

A now shirtless Steve, shakes himself out of his stupor and begins to try and relax, releasing calming pheromones into the air. You just want to go back to your nest and continue to perfect it until Bucky is back. So that’s just what you do. “Thanks for coming home to check on me Stevie. It means a lot. Really. I’m gonna head back into the room now though. Holler if you need me for anything.” 

From time to time, Steve ducks his head into the bedroom to check on you. He watches as you fidget with your nest, trying to get it just right. Seeing you like this is doing something to him he can't quite understand. It’s making him feel all warm and content, but also a bit melancholy. 

He’s really struck out in the love department throughout his life. No one seems to just fit for him. He’s very happy that his best friend has found his Omega though. You two really are perfect for each other. Even now, mated to Buck, your scent is still mouthwatering to him. Just your mere presence can soothe his overactive brain. He’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame and even though he’s not quite sure why that is, he truly enjoys the feeling. But that’s a secret he’ll have to keep to himself.

You lose yourself in constructing your nest until you hear voices filter in through the hall, right as Bucky’s thick scent hits you. “Where’s your shirt pal?”

You run out of the room, pausing once you reach the end of the hall and spot Bucky. Taking a visual account that he’s all in one piece. Other than a cut that is already healing on his forehead, he looks disheveled, but perfectly fine. 

“You're okay.” You whisper and run into his arms. Soaking the bond in relief and love. Burying your face in his neck, saturating yourself in his sandalwood and whiskey scent. You pull back to gaze into those soulful baby blues.

“Hi, babygirl.” He kisses your nose.

“Hi, Sarg.” You kiss the cut on his head. “I’m so glad you're back. But you look a complete mess.” He chuckles at you and squeezes your ass that’s cradled in his hands. “That so Omega?” 

You bite your lip and nod your head. “Mmhmm. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“As you wish, sweet girl. Night Stevie. Thanks again for checking in on her” You wave goodnight as your Alpha carries you off into the hall.

Steve watches your retreating forms with longing in his eyes and an ache in his chest until you're out of his sight. 

Someday I’ll have that. 

Bucky carries you through his room to the en suite, noticing the nest you made on his bed along the way and smiling to himself.

He places you on the counter as he reaches in and starts to warm up the shower.

You take your time undressing him and kissing every bump, bruise and healing laceration. “Keep that up Omega and we won't even make it into the shower. Now lift your arms up so I can help you out of these clothes.” 

You raise your arms and he steals a kiss after he removes your shirt. Tracing his fingers down your torso til he reaches your hips and taps them to let you know to lift them so he can remove your bottoms. He leaves a trail of kisses up your calves and thighs as he makes his way back up. With one more tortuous kiss he lifts you up and carries you into the large walk in shower, now filled with steam and sets you down underneath the waterfall spray.

You reach over and grab the shampoo off the built-in shelf on the wall. “You’re too tall for me to reach you all the way up there so I’m gonna need you to either bend down or kneel so I can get my hands on that scalp of yours.” 

He kneels before you.

With your breasts level with his face, he can't help but sneak a little kiss to your sternum as he wraps his arms around your hips. As you begin to massage and lather up his scalp, you feel the tension leave his body. The content purrs emanating from his chest send vibrations through your lower abdomen. You continue on this way for a few more minutes until it’s time for him to rinse. “Up and at em Alpha. Time to get all these suds out so I can clean the rest of you.”

With a dazed and tranquil look in his eyes, he pulls himself back up. Keeping eye contact with you until he tilts his head back and let’s the water wash away the white lather. As he’s rinsing his hair, you prep the loofah with his favorite soap. Once his head has returned to the upright position you begin to cleanse your Alpha.

You run the loofah along his strong torso and shoulders. Down his large biceps and forearms. Over his thick thighs and defined legs. Purposely ignoring the hardening length rising from his patch of curls. 

Kneeling before him you look up into the handsome face of your Alpha. “Turn around for me please, so I can continue on.” He gives you a little mischievous smirk and takes his time turning towards the wall, giving you his back side. 

You start at the bottom and make your way to the top. Soaping up his calves and the back of his thighs. Skimming over his taut buttocks. Taking your time to worship his strong back and lay kisses across his shoulder blades and scars before you lather them up. You slide the loofah down his arms, pulling yourself closer until your chest rests against his back.

You bring the suds to the rigid thickness standing proud between his legs. Taking your time to cover every inch and making sure you don't miss a single spot. 

You drop the loofah, to aide him in rinsing off his body. Your tiny hands wander over every dip and valley of skin you can reach until you wrap them around his girth and begin to stroke his length. He can't help but moan out at the feeling of you taking such good care of him.

He places his hands against the wall to maintain his balance as he gives in to the pleasure you're giving him.

You deepen the pressure but keep up the languid speed as you feel your Alpha’s breath begin to quicken, groaning out. “Fuck baby that feels so good.”

“Good. You deserve it Alpha. You’re a good man who does amazing things and will put his life on the line for others. Making you feel good is the least I can do.” You lay a kiss between his shoulder blades and increase your speed. 

His breath hitches in his throat and he lets out a deep growl, shaking your chest with its powerful tremor. Before you can even comprehend what is happening your back hits the shower wall and in one solid thrust, Bucky is deep inside you. 

You scream out from the stretch and utter uncontrolled ferality your Alpha just showed. 

“You wanna make me feel good Omega?” 

“Always.”

“Well nothing feels better than your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock as it takes a pounding.” 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his dirty words and deep strokes. 

“You have no idea how desperately I want to bury my knot in you right now, Omega." He skims his lips across the sensitive flesh of your exposed throat. "Unfortunately the shower is not the greatest place to be stuck together. What I can and will do though, is fuck you so deep and hard you cant help but turn into an incoherent mess.” 

All you can do is whimper, wrap your arms around his chest and hold on to his shoulders. 

You Alpha is nothing if not a man of his word. He starts fucking you so deep your seeing stars. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, over and over again. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve fallen over the edge. You have no idea how he’s lasted so long. Damn super serum.  

He couldn't be happier with himself, seeing that cock drunk look in your hooded eyes.

“Look at you, Omega. All pliant and fuzzy headed. Hind-brain taking over. Too bad were not in your nest, otherwise I would for sure be stuffing you full of my knot and fucking a baby into you.” His hips begin to speed up. “Fuck just thinking about you all round with my child growing inside you is making me wanna pop my knot right now and get a head start on our family. Would you like that, my sweet little Omega? Want your Alpha to breed you and keep you full until there’s no way you aren't pregnant with my child.” 

“F-f-fuck please Alpha. Please. Fill me up.” You mumble and slur out as your walls begin to clamp down on him as you reach the precipice of another climax.

“Fuck. You really do want that don't ya, Omega? Your little pussy is squeezing me so tight. Trying to milk me for everything I got.” His rhythm starts to falter. “That’s it baby. Fuck . Need you to come for me one more time and I'll fill you up. You can do it. Come on pretty girl. Come for me Omega. Come. Now.” 

That command was all it took for you to shatter and explode in tidal wave of pleasure. Taking Bucky along the ride with you. If it weren’t for your Alpha pinning your thighs to the wall and your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you surely would have collapsed to the floor. All you can do is cry out as he pulls back at the very last second and pops his knot against the outside of your entrance.

Your greedy pussy milks what length remains inside you for every last drop. Draining him dry as he bites down on your neck, reclaiming his mark into your supple flesh. Chest heaving up and down from the sure willpower it is taking him to not bury his knot deep inside you and making sure not a drop of his seed is wasted.

You take a moment to collect yourselves as the warm water continues to cascade down your skin. You’re placed back on your feet with a gentle kiss and satisfied purr. “Looks like we're both dirty again. You wash my back and I’ll wash yours. Deal?”

You lightly nod your head and laugh at your Alpha’s antics. “Deal. But no funny business. It’s been a long day and I just want to get clean, crawl into my nest and fall asleep wrapped up in your arms.”

“That I can do Omega.” He begins to clean you up as you do the same for him. Trading sweet kisses along the way. Once you’re both fresh and clean, you turn off the shower, dry off quickly and head off to bed.

It’s time for some skin to skin snuggles, just how you like them. No blanket could ever be as warm as your Alpha’s chest.

You’re starting to drift off when you feel Bucky move his arm as if he’s grabbing something. "Omega. What's Stevie’s shirt doing in here?"

You freeze for a moment before burying your head in his chest and rambling. “It smells like you even though it's mixed with his scent because your blood is on it and I don’t know why but I just had to have it in here. It just felt right, okay.”

He runs his flesh hand lightly up and down your back feeling you begin to slightly panic. “Omega, it's okay. I do have a question for you though.”

You swallow. “Yes, Alpha.”

He kisses the top of your head, sending reassurance through the bond. “Please answer me honestly if you can. I'm truly just curious. I know we're mated now, but has Steve’s scent changed for you since I placed my mark on this pretty little neck?”

You shift nervously. “Umm. No it hasn't. Every other Alpha’s has, but not his.”

He continues to rub your back. “Do you like the way he smells?”

You take a deep breath and answer honestly. No sense in lying to your Alpha. “Yes. I do. Even more so when it's mixed with yours. I can't explain why either. I'm so sorry Bucky. How can I be bonded to you and his scent still smells so good to me. I’m the worst Omega.” You can feel a panic attack coming on. 

He pulls you in closer to his chest, lifts your chin with his metal finger and makes you look him in the eye. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, babygirl. You are not the worst Omega. And quite frankly, I’m not even upset. Rather intrigued, actually. If you're up for it, I wanna test something out.”

You shakily nod your head. “O-okay. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m going to ask Steve to come in here. I’d like to have him join us in the nest, if you're okay with that of course, and see if he’ll sleep here tonight. I know he’s a bit shaken by today’s events too. Is that ok with you Omega?”

Your brows begin to furrow as you think of him sleeping all alone after such an exhausting and your sure, emotional day. “Oh poor Stevie. I don't want him to sleep alone. Of course he can come in here. Technically his scent is already in the nest. Do I need to get fully dressed though? Our skin to skin contact is kind of important to me right now.”

He can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. “That’s all up to you babygirl. I mean the man’s dick has been in your mouth and he’s watched me fuck you more than once. I’m not going through the effort of getting dressed for the little jerk. If he’s uncomfortable he can figure it out.”

You shake your head and laugh at his antics. “You really can be an asshole sometimes. I’ll keep being naked then and just stay under the blanket cuddled up against you for now.” You kiss his chest. “You can go ahead and call him in.”

Bucky calls out and Steve peeks his head through the door. He's a bit taken aback by the feeling of happiness, lust and underlying longing he has as he gazes upon you two cuddled up in your nest. 

“You rang?” He hits you with that mischievous little smile of his.

“I found where your shirt went punk. It’s right under her pillow. Apparently our scents combined does something to her. Go figure. Anyway, I know you’re probably feeling out of sorts after today's mission and we don't feel like you should be sleeping alone. Wanna hop on in the nest and help me keep this little one warm and cozy?”

His eyes widened and his brows scrunch up. “What!? You just recently mated and you want me in your nest? Shouldn't my scent bother you now?”

You start to fidget in Bucky’s arms and look at the blonde. “I can't explain it but it's never changed for me when it comes to you. And he wasn't lying. Your scents mixed together makes me feel calm and safe. I’d really like it if you slept here tonight Stevie. No pressure though if it’s too weird for you.”

He scoffs. “Weird for me. My dick has been lodged in your throat. This is pretty tame.” 

“See told ya” Bucky laughs out as you smack him along his ribs. 

Shaking his head at his best friend he responds to you. “I’m more than happy to join you. There’s only one problem. I sleep in the nude and I’m sure you won't appreciate that.”

A coy little smile lights up your face. “I prefer skin to skin. Your level of comfort is up to you.”

He turns to your mate. “You sure about this Buck?”

Rolling his eyes at his best friend he replies. “Stop being a scaredy cat and just get in already Stevie. You can be awkward about it in the morning, alright pal.”

Not wanting to risk Bucky's temper, he undresses and climbs in behind you as you curl up tighter against your Alpha's chest. He keeps his distance though, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Bucky can feel your distress thinking you’ve freaked Steve out. “You got something against cuddling up against my girl with me?”

“Huh?”

“You got in the nest, but are way the fuck over there. I’m not gonna bite your hand off.”

“Buck...”

“Fuck this.” He leans over you, grabs Steve’s hand and places it on your bare hip. 

You stiffen at the touch, until Steve scoots closer, his chest flush against your back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“There. All better now. Get some sleep babygirl.” Bucky lets out a low purr along with Steve that begins to lull you right to sleep.

The next morning…

Bucky rouses first, as the sunlight reaches his eyes and sneaks out of bed to start some coffee. When he returns to the nest he finds you cuddled up against Steve with your head on his chest, a serene look across your face. He watches as Steve cracks his eyes open and just stares in awe at the sight of you curled up against him.

“You could wake up to that view more often ya know?”

Surprised by his words, Steve looks at his best friend. “What on earth are you talking about Buck? She’s yours. It’s your bite mark on her neck, not mine. This is the only time I’ll ever have this view. I’m just trying to savor it and imprint it in my brain, so I can revisit it when I’m all alone again.”

He softly strokes your cheek and hair.

Bucky can’t stand this pity party any longer. “You’re an idiot ya know that? She clearly has two mating glands and apparently two True Mates. How else would her scent not have changed for you when we mated like it did all the other Alpha’s on the team. And your scent hasn't changed for her either. She told us that just last night.”

Steve can feel himself starting to get agitated. “That’s ridiculous Buck. An omega with two Alpha’s is extremely rare. Don’t patronize me thinking I have a chance here. She’s yours, okay. I get that.”

“And I’m telling you that she might be yours too. What’s so wrong with that?” He inquires. 

“Yes please do tell me what is wrong with that, if that's the case?” You speak up.

Neither of them had noticed that you had awoken.

Steve looks down at you lying on his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with that IF that's the case. I just don't believe it is. I think my best friend and his omega are just feeling guilty that I’m all alone and keep catching them in the various stages of love. It’s ok guys. Really.”

You abruptly sit up.

“You think I pity you? That I'm just humoring you by letting you get close to me when I'm feeling vulnerable. That your scent doesn't provide me a sense of calm and safety just as much as my Alpha’s does. That I haven't been confused and trying to figure out why the fuck you still smell so damn good when I’m now mated to Bucky.” 

Your eyes begin to water. “You think I chose to have somehow fallen for my Alpha’s best friend too.” You slap your hands to your mouth with your outburst and turn to Bucky. 

“I’m sorry. This is just all too much. Excuse me.” You scramble out of the twisted bed sheets, running straight into the bathroom and locking the door, uncaring of your current state of nudity. 

Steve stares after you, mouth agape, as he processes your confession. Bucky just pinches the bridge of his nose. “Way to go, Stevie.”

The taunt shakes him out of his stupor. “How are you so calm right now? Your Omega just basically said she’s also in love with your Alpha best friend.”

Bucky just looks at him with a deadpan expression. “Keyword there pal…ALSO. She isn't any less mine or in love with me because her biology gifted her with two mates instead of one. We’re not typical Alpha’s, so it’s not that much of a stretch to think we wouldn't attract a typical Omega. Unless you're telling me you aren't drawn to her and want to be with her just as badly as I do.” He glares at him. “Now that would most certainly raise my temper.”

Steve lets out a huff. “So you’re telling me, that if I admit to you that I’m drawn to her. That her scent literally calls to me. That I’ve replayed that night we all hooked up together over and over and wish I had gotten a chance to at least have kissed her. That I live for the moments when it’s just the three of us here in the house, locked in our own little bubble, and I hate that I have to go to bed alone while she’s wrapped up in your arms. You're telling me, that saying all of that, doesn't make you want to punch me in the face?”

Steel Gray eyes meet the Cerulean ones of his best friend. Making sure that he focuses on what he is about to say. 

“If I hadn't seen first hand how she reacts to you and cares for you, yeah, you admitting all that shit would make me crazy. But I know my Omega. I see the sadness in her eyes that she tries to hide from me when you go off to bed alone when she’s here. Or the pure joy in them when you compliment her cooking after we’ve shared a meal. Hell she takes care of you as much as she does me. I’ve never seen her do that with Sam. Not that the asshole deserves it any way. He openly flirts with her just to piss me off.”

He stops himself before he gets too far off track. “I’m not going to tell you what to do here Stevie. Especially not with her most likely crying in the bathroom right now. What I will tell you though, is that I’m not willing to let her go even if she does have two True Mates and the other happens to be my best friend. I love her. She’s worth it.”

You’ve heard their entire exchange so far through the door you're resting against. Your tears have dried up and breath returning to normal. A warmth has spread through your chest at Bucky’s declaration. Even though you want to stay in here and protect yourself from further rejection you need to let your Alpha know how much you love and appreciate him. 

You stand up and grab one of his shirts from the hamper and throw it on. You’re feeling exposed enough and need a barrier to further protect yourself. You open the door and catch his gaze as he turns to you. Without sparing a glance to Steve you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“God, I love you.” You pull his mouth to yours and lay a soul-deep kiss on him. Resting your forehead against his as you pull apart. “You’re worth it too, ya know. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me Alpha. Whether or not that includes some excess baggage. I’ll have to get back to you on that front though.” You place a soft kiss to his chin and turn around in his arms, you need his strength at your back for the next part. 

You take a deep calming breath and stare into the ocean eyes of the golden Adonis sitting on the bed before you. “I’m sorry for my emotional outburst, Steven. It wasn't fair of me to do that. Your feelings and desires are your own and I respect them. No matter how much those words stung I shouldn’t have reacted that way. Again, I’m sorry.” You turn back around and look up at Bucky. “Smells like the coffee’s ready. I’m gonna go get a cup and start breakfast. Eggs and bacon okay or do you boys need something more after the day you had yesterday.”

He knows what you’re doing. Trying to take care of him and take your mind off of the rejection you feel without distressing either of them about it. Damn sweet little omega. Even when she’s clearly hurting inside because of him she’s still taking care of both of us.

“Eggs and bacon sounds great babygirl. Anything else you feel inclined to make is a bonus.” He kisses your forehead and you shuffle out of the room. Leaving the awkward situation before Steve can even really respond to your apology.

“She could barely look at me other than when she said she was sorry. Which was unnecessary to begin with.” Steve barely manages to get the words past his lips. 

“Yeah, well. She’s trying to protect herself from feeling rejected further. I can bet she doesn't want you to feel obligated to try and make this work because she was upset. She would never want that.” Bucky clarifies.

This shocks him. “What? Rejected? I didn't reject her. I would never reject her.”

As coff escapes the brunettes lips. “Stevie. You told us that you think we're just feeling guilty and sorry for you instead of the possibility that she has two mates. Sounds like a rejection to me, pal.”

“No, no, no. That’s not…I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that I wasn't lucky enough to have something like that be true. Of course I want her as mine. I’d be a fool not to.” He can feel himself start to panic. 

“Well you're a fool who put his foot in his mouth and made her upset. Figure out what it is you want before digging your hole deeper. I’m going to ask you point blank and I want an honest answer. Do you want to be with her?”

Without hesitation he responds. “Yes.”

“Do you think she could be your true mate?”

“Yes”

“Does the thought of her being mine first bother you?”

“Surprisingly, no. You deserve someone like her Buck. She really is perfect for you. I would never want to mess that up. That’s the main reason why I hid my feelings.”

“Okay. Would you want to make us a bonded pack instead of just a bonded pair?”

“Yes. I would. I’d feel honored to be in a pack with you. It feels right.”

“Alright. Then you need to tell her that. I’m not the one who needs reassurance. Make it right with her and we’ll go from there.” He turns and heads out of the room. 

Steve quickly grabs his boxers from the floor, slips them on and follows Bucky out to the kitchen where they find you cooking, hips swaying as you sing along to Amy Whinehouse playing from the Bluetooth speaker on the island. Cant beat cooking and good music to brighten your mood up.

“Even if I stopped wanting you A perspective pushes through I'll be some next man's other woman soon I cannot play myself again I should just be my own best friend Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men He walks away The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way In this blue shade My tears dry on their own”

You can feel their eyes on you as you finish cutting up the fruit and placing it in a bowl. You spin around to check on the bacon cooking on the stove. “You gonna stand there all morning gawking at me or are ya gonna help out?” 

They scramble to get into the kitchen. Steve beating Bucky just barely. “What can we do?”

You’re still having a hard time looking at him right now but you can get through this. “Um. Why don’t you grab me the eggs from the fridge Steven so we can get them cooked up and Sarg you can set the table while I finish up the bacon. Good?”

Bucky saddles up behind you, wrapping his thick arms around your waist and pulling you close. He runs his nose up your neck and whispers in your ear. “I know you're feeling some type of way right now babygirl, but please just try and let him remove his head from his ass. He’s just scared. I have a feeling you’ll be pleasantly surprised if you hear him out. Plus I’ll be right over there if you need me.” He kisses your temple and heads off to set the table, swatting your ass on the way for good measure. Cheeky Alpha.

As you're flipping the strips in the skillet, Steve hesitantly moves up next to you, an egg carton clutched to his bare chest. “Need a hand with cooking the eggs so you can focus on the bacon?” he tentatively asks. 

You turn to look at America’s Golden Boy and find an awkward and somehow withdrawn man standing next to you. Is this my doing? He looks so sad. Oh Stevie.

You give him a small smile. “Sure. I’d love the help. Hey Sarg, how do you want your eggs?”

“Are we having toast?” He queries.

“Only if you're making it.” You quip back.

“Then I’ll take ‘em sunny side up, extra runny please. Steve can manage not to screw that up.”

“Ha ha. Very funny Buck. What about you, Doll? Any particular way you’d like yours cooked?” He’s got all of his focus on you as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Scrambled will be just fine for me, Steve. Thank you.” You can feel that warmth starting to spread through your chest again the longer he stands beside you, bathing you in his citrus and cedar scent. 

“You got it, Doll.” He gives you that devastating smile of his and you can feel the threads hanging on to your bruised ego starting to fray. Stupid handsome Alpha messing with my hormones.

You continue to cook in silence. The only sound coming from the speaker on the island. You exchange small subtle touches as you pass over one another for this or that as you finish making breakfast and place it on the table. The tension has slowly built and you have no idea when or if it will break. 

Bucky sits at the head of the table with you to his right.

Surprisingly, Steve chooses to take the seat next to you instead of across the table. After a couple of awkward silent bites Bucky pipes up. “This is perfect, Omega. You're always taking such good care of us.” 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at his praise. “I can’t take all the credit this morning. Steve helped out.” 

“Well it wouldn't have felt right if you did it all yourself. I’ll always help you out whenever I can, Doll.” He’s gazing at you with such an earnest look in his eyes. 

He reaches for your hand. “Doll, there’s something I need to say before I lose my nerve.”

He has all your attention now. “Go ahead. I’m listening.” You give his hand a little squeeze just as Bucky slides his hand onto your thigh and gives a squeeze as well. Just letting you know he’s right here with you if anything goes wrong. 

“I need you to know that I wasn’t rejecting you. I was feeling sorry for myself and on the defensive. I spoke out of fear and you got hurt because of it. It’s killing me inside that you could believe, even for a moment, that I wouldn't want you.” 

He intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in an Omega and it just so happens that my best friend got to you first. I’ve been harboring feelings for you for a long time now and had just come to terms with the fact that I would most likely end up a lone Alpha forever when your scent didn't change after Buck claimed you. That night we all hooked up was the closest I thought I would ever get to having you. And I didn't even get to kiss you.” 

You cock your head to the side. “You wanted to kiss me that night?”

“Oh little omega, I always want to kiss you.” There’s that confidence you love so much rising back to the surface.

“I just wasn't allowed to. I knew my place and I would never do that to Buck. You're made for each other. So when he suggested that the one thing I crave for, could very much be a real possibility, I felt like a joke was being played on me. How could I be so lucky to not only have found a true mate but share her with my best friend. An omega with two mates was rare even in our day. I didn't want to get my hopes up for it to all come crashing down and I lose not only you but my best friend in the process.”

You push back a blonde lock that had fallen into his eyes back into place. “I get it. I do. That’s why I apologized for my outburst.”

He squeezes your hand in his and places the other against your cheek. “No, no, no. You didn't need to apologize. You had every right to feel that way. I’m just an idiot who was lost not only in his head but in the past as well. I might be this big strong Alpha now, but some of those old insecurities of the smaller me make an appearance from time to time. That was one of those times.”

He runs his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “What I’m trying to say, is that I’ve fallen for you too. It’s more than just being drawn to your scent. No matter how mouthwatering it is. You're sweet and caring. You never exclude me when you’re around and you treat me like a real person not some Superhero to be adored. You keep me grounded and I have never seen Bucky more like himself than when he started seeing you. If you're willing to try and Buck is truly okay with it, I would like to see where this goes. Ultimately I would like us to become a pack. I would want you to be mine as much as you are his. What do you say, Doll?”

You stare into those deep pools of cerulean, full of nothing but adoration and a hint of fear. Placing your hand against the nape of his neck, you pull him forward into a kiss. It starts off slow and sweet, quickly morphing into an inferno of need and passion. You pour everything into this kiss, uncaring that your Alpha is watching, until you pull apart, desperately in need of air. 

His eyes are lust blown and he’s sporting a dopey lovesick grin. “I take it, that’s a yes then.”

Bucky busts out laughing. He can’t help himself. “Oh, man. You really are still that skinny little awkward punk. All dopey eyed after one kiss from a Dame ya like.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh shove it, asshole. I remember you wandering around the house all love drunk when she kissed you the first time. You have no room to talk.” 

You turn to Buck with a slackened jaw. “You got all twitterpated after I finally let you kiss me goodnight? Awww, Alpha.”

Not embarrassed by it in the slightest he leans in towards you. “Damn right I did. That kiss was fucking magical. I’d never felt anything like it before.”

You place a sweet kiss on his lips and then turn to Steve and do the same. “I’m sure this back and forth ribbing between the two of you will never truly die down. So who’s up for movies and snuggles? I might even be willing to be talked into a little heavy petting.” 

You get up from the table, starting to clear the dishes, when Bucky stops you. “Omega let us do that. You are to relax the rest of the day.”

You place the plates back on the table. “Does that mean my movie marathon is a go?”

Steve wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you close, laying his head on your stomach as he gazes up at you. “Yes, little omega. We can have a lazy day full of movies, snuggles and most certainly some heavy petting. Buck and I just have to check in for a quick debrief with Tony, but we can do that over video in my office after we clean up breakfast. Why don't you go make the living room all cozy for the three of us and pick out the movies you want to watch and as soon as we’re done with business we’ll be all yours.”

You’re smiling from ear to ear, thankful this morning has turned around and excited to explore this new dynamic together. Who would have thought you’d have not one, but two True Mates. Best friends at that. You’re sure this ride is gonna be full of twists and turns but you can't wait to get started. 

“Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” You kiss his forehead as he releases you and then place one on Bucky’s cheek as he passes by, taking the dishes to the sink. 

You begin to walk into the living room, grabbing the hem of Bucky’s shirt you're still wearing. “Oh and boys. Clothing is optional.” 

You pull the shirt over your head and continue on your way, sauntering over to the couch, two sets of blue eyes locked on your bare bottom. You hear them both mutter simultaneously “Fuck” before a flurry of movement is heard. 

Knotheads.

[hangmanbradshaw]

guess this is the first time I send you an ask so HIIIII STEPH!

gonna go for the song 52 on your spotify wrapped for hangster 🩷

p.s.: your christmas stories are giving christmas movie-watching tradition vibes! still gotta read them but my heart always gets warm when a new notification arrives on my email

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Omg HI!!!!! Welcome, welcome :D

(omg I hope you love them when you read. they're definitely warming my heart writing them....enjoying it way too much)

Oooh 52 omg excellent choice. It's Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift soooo this was too much fun.

“Seresin.”

Jake froze where he was leaning against the bar as a warm body pressed against his side. He didn’t have to look to know who the voice belonged to- it was a sound that haunted his every thought, both waking and dreamed. He didn’t bother turning, hardly even flinched a muscle on the outside even as his heart pounded hard in his chest, turning his ears to cotton.

“Mickey, I’ll have another.” He said to the bartender, signaling at his empty glass. “Top shelf, on him.”

Mickey nodded and swiped the most expensive bottle from the shelf, pouring the amber liquid into his glass and sliding it over. Bradley didn’t argue it, he never did.

“Heard you were back in town. Take care of that business in LA?”

Jake hummed as he ran his finger over the edge of the glass. He kept his eyes focused there as he replied, “You know I did.”

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

“I didn’t.”

It was a lie. They both knew it.

Bradley didn’t signal for a drink, but that wasn’t surprising. He liked to be in control, hyper aware of everything despite how cool he always played it. He leaned his elbows back against the bar and looked out at the crowd as he said, “Rumor is something big is going down. FBI’s been raiding your places. They’re saying your dad’s lost his touch.”

“Are they now?”

“Sure are. A couple of your people have come to us, asked to pledge new loyalty.”

He finally turned and faced him, leaning on his own elbow as he stared at the deep brown that was focused on him. Bradley looked the same as he always did- short curls pushed back, dressed down in jeans and a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt compared to Jake’s perfectly pressed three piece suit. Two sides of the same coin, he’d always thought. The son of power always dressed like it verses the son who dressed it in his own way. If anyone else had tried to wear an outfit like that, they’d be laughed at. Bradley was revered. 

“Any chance you’re gonna tell me those names?”

Bradley smirked, those eyes warming. “No way in hell, Hangman.”

“Mm. I’ll find them my own way.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” Bradley replied, lips curling smugly. “They’re scared, you know.”

“We’re dealing with it. You might as well hold off on dancing on our graves, cuz we ain’t dead yet. We still run this city.”

“Half of it. For now.”

He hummed again and shot his drink back in one go. Mickey raised the bottle in question, but he shook his head and tapped the bar as he stepped away. The crowd was thick, but they parted as easily as the red sea as he walked, waving his men off. He didn’t have to look back to know Bradley was throwing some bills on the bar and following, the sea staying clear for him as well, his own men hanging back.

The cold air of the city winter burned his skin as he pushed out the back door into the alleyway. He barely had two seconds to feel it before he was being turned and pushed back against the brick wall. A hand cupped the back of his head, protective and possessive as lips pressed against his. He let Bradley kiss him, let him have his fill just enough to quench his thirst before he pulled back. Bradley blinked at him, eyes wide and dark and still so thirsty, those massive hands of his scalding on his hips. 

“How bad are things, really?” 

“I told you, we’re handling it.”

One of Bradley’s hands moved to cup his cheek instead. He ran his thumb over his lip and said, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. If the infamous James Seresin finally falls, I’m getting you out.”

“Good luck with that.”

“We’ve already crossed every other line, what’s one more?”

He pulled back a bit and studied him for a moment. He was sure the surprise had to show when he said, “You’re serious. Fucking around with your rival’s one thing, you can’t seriously think-“

“My dad’s offered yours a deal.”

It stopped him dead in his tracks. Bradley’s words were rushed, serious. “What deal?”

“The bureau’s on your asses. What’s to say we won’t be next? You have half the city, we have the other…it’s time we remind them who’s in charge here.”

“You’re talking about joining forces?” He asked with a blink. “They’re never gonna go for that. No way in hell is he gonna trust that, not when you didn’t ask for anything.”

“We did though, and he agreed.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.” Bradley replied as he kissed him again. He pulled back and whispered against his lips. “The youngest son of James Seresin for the heir in waiting of the Bradshaw empire.”

His heart damn near froze in his chest. He pushed him back so he could look into his eyes when he said, “You traded for me.”

“I did. It’s you and me, baby.” Bradley said as he cupped his cheeks and ran his thumbs over the skin there. “We’re gonna run this fucking city."

[lisbeth-kk]

Mrs. Hudson gets surprised.

January 3

This day has been filled with surprises! Just after breakfast, two pairs of feet came running down the stairs, and Sherlock’s deep voice was full of mirth and excitement when he called out: “Come on, John! The game’s afoot!” It reminded me of the good old days, and I found myself in dire need of a handkerchief. I couldn’t for the life of me remember when this last occurred, and I felt that breathing was a bit easier. 

Only a few hours later there was a knock on the front door. My surprise must’ve been quite evident, because Molly Hooper blushed and stuttered when she saw the state I was in. I bid her to come inside. She was carrying a small cage fitting for a cat, and I must admit that my curiosity was peaked. 

It turned out that the young woman found herself in a bit of a plight. She had an appointment in Edinburgh the next day, where she was to attend a seminar, and her neighbour, who was supposed to watch her cat the three days she would be up north, had had an accident and was in hospital. 

“I have no other to ask, Mrs. Hudson. The boys upstairs aren’t really an option, but I think you might be capable of watching my Tim,” she said in her sweet voice. 

She was clearly uncomfortable, fidgeting with her braid, the blush growing deeper crimson by the minute. I took pity on her, of course. She’s a friend of the boys, and I could certainly do with a bit of company now that my mood was kind of blue. 

“Of course, I’ll watch him, dear,” I assured Molly. “And you were quite right to trust me rather than ask the boys. Can you imagine Sherlock…”

I left the meaning of the sentence to her imagination, and I knew she understood perfectly well what I meant. 

***

I didn’t hear the boys return, so it was probably after my bedtime. They could be quite considerate when they came back from a case after hours. My lack of hearing them can of course have to do with the fact that I had a talk with Molly’s Tim. Everything I couldn’t say out loud, least of all to my tenants, I poured out to that poor cat who just looked mesmerised at me with his amber coloured eyes. 

“I don’t know what to do with them, Tim,” I started. “To everyone with the slightest imagination, it’s clear as day that my Sherlock and John love each other. Desperately so, in fact, but do they act? Oh, no, because that would cause the entire world to collapse, wouldn’t it? At least that’s what they seem to think. How can the most observant man in London not see what his doctor feels for him, and vice versa?”

The evening ended with me crying into Tim’s soft fur. 

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I love your writing and fanfics, and I know it might be bit early for Valentines day, but I was thinking if I still could request for some Valentines day hcs for 141 (+Alejandro, rudy if you want!) 🤭

have a good day!!

I kept it for Valentines day haha! I had to! What your day would look like if you were dating 141 ❤️ Gender Neutral reader

Price 🥃

The good captain strikes me as a proper gentleman, which is why for your valentines date he’s paying for everything. You’d been dating around a year, you worked in the local supermarket and for him? It was love at first sight. He was back from a mission and was struggling to pick a Whiskey, he fancied something different. You saw him mulling over what to get and told him your favourite. Glenfiddich.

Now a year on he was taking you out for a meal, drinks and dancing at a local jazz bar. The food and wine were french, of course. He pronounced each dish in perfect french and helped you pick what would tickle your fancy. Games of footsie were had under the table, he watched as your eyes sparkled in the candle light. Mischievous.

At the jazz bar you both nursed Whiskeys, listening to the beat of the music. Conversation flowed ever so naturally, you watched as his blue eyes twinkled in the dim light, as he licked his lips from the stray drop of amber liquid. As the two of you became a little more merry you leant into him, smelling his aftershave, hints of vanilla and oak. It suited him perfectly.

He took your hand in his, stroking your skin as he watched your lips, watching every word that slipped out of your mouth. Even though you’d been together a year you still felt shy around him. He was such an imposing presence you couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated. He cupped your face in the darkness of the club and pulled your ear close to his mouth. ‘You make me really happy, you know.’

Smiling you returned the compliment, before kissing him tenderly on his lips, his whiskers tickling your top lip. ‘John Price, you are perfect.’ If you hadn’t have known any better you could have sworn you saw him blush.

Soap 🧼

Soap fancied doing something a little different this year for Valentines. He took you to an axe throwing bar. Different, fun an a perfect way for him to show off his muscles and throwing power. The little show off.

Little did he know you had a natural talent at it, you got plenty of bullseyes. He threw it so hard it bounced clean off the wall and flew back at him. Squealing you ducked behind him as he turned to protect you from the rouge axe. The sound of your laughter was infectious and before you knew it you were both hunched over, sides hurting from laughing so much.

After nearly killing you with the flying axe you sat at the bar, drinks flowing, feeling rather giddy. You challenged him to downing his drink, being cocky he thought he could beat you. Again. He failed. Miserably. He sat open mouthed as you opened your gullet and downed the pint, effortlessly. ‘Summin else you are hen’ he laughed into his pint.

After leaving the bar you both stumbled down the high street, laughing into one another’s shoulders. The night was clear and crisp, the high street took you to a pier where the waves kissed against the shore. As you both collapsed into the sand he pulled you close, kissing your forehead. You smiled up at him and traced your finger along the skin that peeked out of his coat. ‘I love you’ you slurred sleepily. Rubbing your shoulder he leant into your head and whispered the same.

Ghost 💀

Ghost 100% loves to cook, look at the size of him! He eats well. So for your valentines he was cooking for you. Neither of you really celebrated Valentine’s Day so you were happy with a home cooked meal. You’d been dating him for around 3 years now, taking is slowly which was working well.

First course was Bruschetta, he’d even made his own bread. It tasted divine, you could taste the care and love he poured into it. You grinned over your wine glass at your boyfriend, he looked so domestic. Tousled blonde hair, sparkling umber eyes and a jawline that could cut skin.

The second course was a Carbonara made with home made pasta. Full of surprises. It was light and flavourful. Your favourite course so far. You brushed your foot up his leg as he finished off his meal. His eyes met yours over the table, full of lust. Seeing you in his home, looking so comfortable made his feelings for you become more intense. Sure you’d stayed over plenty of times, but tonight? There was something about you which drove him feral.

The final course was Tiramisu. His favourite dessert. You tongued the cream off the spoon making sure to catch his eye, slowly licking your lips. You watched as he swallowed hard. His demeanour suddenly changed, he seemed nervous. ‘Simon? You ok?’ You felt uneasy. He got up and fetched a sealed envelope from his living room and placed it down in front of you.

Tentatively you opened it, pulling out a card. A Valentine’s Day card. Opening it, it was bare just a key sellotaped to the card. ‘Si?’ You okayed with the edge of the card nervously. Grabbing your hand he stroked your knuckles ‘wanna move in with me?’

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz is a sweetheart, like a wee teenage boy on a date for the first time. He was so happy to be spending Valentine’s Day with you. He presented you with a card, chocolate and a single red rose. He took you to the cinema and for a slap up meal afterwards.

Sitting in the car on your driveway you sat chatting and making each other laugh. Nonsensical and inside jokes galore. Gaz cupped your face as he caressed your cheek. ‘You’re so beautiful’ he whispered. You felt butterflies swarm in your stomach as you rested your hand on his thigh. The tension was beginning to build higher and higher between you two.

You blushed in the dimly lit car as you silently dated each other to make the first move. You’d kissed before but this felt different, this felt more primal and wild. Electricity surged between the two of you. Finally giving in you made the first move, kissing him gently but it soon picked up the pace. Soft moans fell from your lips into his as the kissing became more heavy and desperate. He gripped your waist as he tried to pull you closer.

Eyes closed, deep into the kiss you loved your hand to find his thigh to rest on. Instead you missed completely you hand dropping to the handbrake, losing your balance you fell from the kiss. Both of you erupted into fits of laughter as he lifted your hand and kissed it. ‘Wanna come in?’ You asked voting your lip.

[deny-the-issue]

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Red <- previous chapter, next chapter -> Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo

Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.

Chapter Summary: You offer to paint Ser Otto's portrait and he tests you.

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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [Masturbation] [fluff] [893 words]

The evening has barely started when you close the heavy book in your lap. The pages slam shut indelicately, interrupting Otto Hightower’s concentration, just as you knew it would. He looks at you with the scorn of a thousand swords but says nothing. 

“My apologies, my lord. My mind is elsewhere.”

“Then perhaps your time is best spent elsewhere,” he replies curtly, every word perfectly enunciated and slowly spoken.

His words have little effect on you. You are accustomed to his cold demeanor by now. He shows no softness with anyone but his daughter, but you suspect he cares for you all the same. Who else would send you a sweet gift of strawberries than the man you spend most evenings with?

“Before I go, may I ask?” You inquire innocently, hands tracing the book’s ornate leather cover gently to soothe your rising nerves. 

Otto’s eyes follow the movement intently before placing his quill neatly on his desk—a silent signal for you to continue. 

“A portrait would compliment a man of your station well, my lord. Yet I see none here.”

“My station is not lofty enough for such frivolous gestures,” his words bite, tone laced with poison. 

“Forgive me, my lord,” you bow your head, knowing silence was the better option but choosing to go on. “Is your name not recorded in the historical texts of Oldtown as the Hand of the King?” 

“It is,” he confirms, tone cooling into indifference but his continued glare makes your skin prickle. 

“I would be honored to paint your portrait, my lord, if you would allow it.”

He scoffs, a cruel smile painting his face in the orange glow of the evening fire. “I would trust only the royal painters to fulfill such a task”

“It is true—I am not recognized in any formal capacity for my arts, but I am quite skilled. I would not shame you, my lord.”

“Show me,” he commands simply, although it is clear from his spiteful tone that he thinks little of your arts. 

You pull a notebook hidden in your dress folds and flip to a clean page, eager to prove yourself. He does not need to know how much you’ve practiced. How many pages did you rip from the binding of this very notebook before coming here today? Hidden under a loose floorboard, now only to be gazed upon when you are overcome with desire. 

Glancing up from your quick beginning lines, you find him scratching away at the letter again, and your shoulders relax. You normally seek his piercing attention, but, at this moment, it would guarantee your failure.  There is no room for nervous hands and fleeting thoughts. 

It has to be perfect. 

Your intense focus renders the world silent; there is only you, the paper, and the most regal man you’ve ever seen, poised in relaxed concentration over his work. 

While you are toiling away, losing yourself in the minute details of his face, time passes unnoticed. 

It is the clearing of Otto Hightower’s throat that rips you from this busy trance. When your gaze finds him, you have to blink the fatigue away. The fire is low, painting the room in an enchanting amber hue. How much time has passed, you wonder? 

Ser Otto’s exhausted face and burnt-out candles say you’ve overstayed your welcome. 

You straighten from your crumpled posture, a blush creeping into your face as you carefully rip the paper from your notebook. Rising slowly on weak legs, your heart pounds in your chest. It takes just two steps to arrive at his desk, yet they seem the length of the throne room. 

You nervously place the sketch in his outstretched hand, breath hitching as his hand brushes yours.  

It was the faintest of touches, yet the most significant in your life, causing the heat in your face to also settle between your thighs, hot as dragon fire. Even so, it fails to distract you from the knife-edge of his approval or disdain. 

After a spell of tense silence, Ser Otto sighs heavily, shifting in his chair as he offers you the paper with a curt nod. You cannot hide the joy blossoming in your heart, and smile warmly when you bid him goodnight. 

Blessed by the man himself, this sketch lives in your nightstand drawer, unlike the others. It lights a fire in your soul, one that keeps you awake far into the night. Your fingertips dance over your nightgown, the temptation of the forbidden too much to bear. 

You’ve come to terms with living the rest of your life alone. It is your wish to live free unless the right match comes along. As the years passed, the hope of dual happiness faded and you set on attaining a full life despite the loneliness. 

You know the ways of pleasure. From sneaking books to traveling hidden passageways to peek into brothels, you learned of the art of sex. There is nothing quite like the euphoric spasming rush that takes over your mind and body–and tonight’s put all others to shame as you cry out Ser Otto’s name through hand-covered lips. 

The following day you spend a hefty sum on the royal paints needed for a painting of this caliber, eager to begin. 

You want only the best for Ser Otto, even if your affections can never be spoken aloud.