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Written for The Smut Pile Collab: Western AU | MASTERLIST HERE.

(my saddle’s waiting) ride it

Iwaizumi “Big Guns” Hajime x Female Reader

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Warnings: Being ridiculous in front of your crush. Porn With Plot. Not researched strippers industry. Lowkey exhibitionism. Oral in a public space (bathroom); Cock-blocked Interrupted orgasms; Masturbation/fingering; Fingering in public (street), then while driving. Driving while fingering? Unsafe driving. Fucking against a door, then a wall. Alcohol and mentions of drugs. Side Tendou/Oikawa. Bit of a teasing, overconfident Iwachan. A poor excuse of oblivious colleagues to lovers.

Word count: WAY TOO BIG. +11k.

Note: 🤠 Brought by your wicked duo degenerates, Saint Dymphna and me: LAWBREAKERS MULTIVERSE 🤠 electric bogaloo

You guys know the drill @dymphnasprose started this all with their tempting ways! It was the image of Iwaizumi all oiled up, working in his garage like Channing Tatum that made me cave and do this. Once again, being with Dymph is nothing short of amazing and I LOVE THEM 🥺💕💕

This is wayyyy too ploty for something where I just wanted people to bang, but you guys know how I get with Iwaizumi. I’m not totally happy about how this turned out but honestly I have no time to work on it and it has to be out. You guys will realize I went full myself with Reader’s crush on Iwaizumi in this. Sorry not sorry.

Biiig, huuuuuge thanks to both @vanille--kiss and @oneblonded for their help in beta-ing this, you guys are incredible. 💕 As always a big thanks to @mixedhell who always helps me when I’m troubled <3

Iwa’s song: Pony (of course)

You can also read: MAKKI | MATTSUN

You check your phone and realize you’re late… again.

You hate, hate, hate morning classes, but if you want to be in time for your internship and still have time to study and, well, live, you’re obligated to accept the first class of the day on a Friday. You hate it, and you hate it even more that it’s how you have to end your week but you’ve made peace with it.

That doesn’t mean you can actually get there in time, reason why you’re twenty minutes late running with your keys and coffee in one hand while you try to balance both your books and your backpack with the other. And when you push the door with your hip, it makes a loud squeaking noise while opening, ruining both your quiet entry and bringing everyone’s eyes on you, of course, because when have you ever been granted a fucking break, right?

“Sorry!” You murmur while trying your best into making a curt bend, and your professor looks over his glasses to you in a very pointed manner but other than that he resumes what he was speaking on before.

You know he hates you being late (especially as a repeat offender) but you’re a fairly participative student and you regularly earn one of his top grades, so you think that buys you some slack -- and leverage. You go to your habitual seat by the wall, and try your best not making any other noises while you set everything in their places and, thankfully, a moment later, you’re able to breathe while in your seat, with your open computer and notes ready. You give yourself about twenty seconds to drink a bit of your coffee and check out where in the topic the professor is lecturing about.

“That’s why Iwaizumi-san will be receiving your papers. I’ll be returning to the next week, and in the time being, he’ll be doing the full TA hours. If you have any questions just ask him and remember to schedule appointments before-hand, if possible.” Your professor states something that makes it clear you lost some important announcement at the beginning of the class and your eyes fly to Iwaizumi in response, but the man is just sitting at his normal place, front class, quietly nodding to the professors’ explanation while his big hands fly over his notepad.

You sigh, wistfully, and take another sip of your coffee while your eyes thread over his form, clad in loose jeans that still seem tight in those amazing thighs of his and a hoodie that doesn’t do much to hide those incredible arms. Iwaizumi isn’t very tall, but he’s still taller than you and his shoulders are broad enough to engulf anything behind him when you stand too close. God, you wished Iwaizumi would do full TA hours on you anytime. He could work you into overtime too, you certainly don’t mind.

You gulp down the saliva that overflows your mouth with some coffee and leaves another small breath to accompany your thoughts.

You snicker just a bit and Iwaizumi’s eyes are suddenly on yours and your blood pressure peaks in a second while you choke on your coffee. Your teacher asks if you’re okay and you are obligated to answer yes while trying to shrink into the chair.

See. Incredible track-record.

You manage to not make a complete clown of yourself during class again and even win over some praise from your professor for your contributions in the debate about ethical issues and patient safety. It’s usual that you and Iwaizumi end up interacting with each other’s input in debates but he was quiet today and when you’ve made an addition to his comment about unhelpful patients and mandatory rest all he did was nod and roll his jaw. As if you know what the fuck that means.

You chalk it up to him stressing over being in full TA hours for the week and when the class ends you stay in your seat while finishing typing some notes before you blink and they’re suddenly lost in your brain. When you look up and start packing your things you realize there’s only you and Iwaizumi left in the class and notice he’s looking directly at you, almost as if he was waiting for it.

You don’t think there’s another man who can look so dashing before ten am and with just a small corner lip smile, but hey, you’re not complaining.

“Hey,” he says a one-word greeting and holds his hand up and your heart leaps before you can manage to send a smile his way. Ah, it’s really unfair how cute he is.

“Hey Iwa,” you greet back in a fair tone even if you feel a bit hot in the face, “You were unusually quiet today.”

He smirks and his hand clasps his neck for a moment while he scratches his hair. “Aa, just busy.” He hooks his backpack over his shoulder and walks over to you while you’re still packing your books. “You lost the warning, right?”

“Yeah, late. Something important?”

“Nothing big. It’s the deadline for the midterm article, which you lost the explanation to but here--” He extends you his open notepad and you see the notes and instructions there, scribbled in block letters not very neatly, but fairly organized. You look it over briefly, confirm that is nothing different from the normal and bring your phone to take a picture.

“Thanks, Iwa. Do you need any help with the TA hours?”

“Nah. It’s all fine. I organized my internship last month to have this week off.”

“Oh, smart,” you say as you swing your backpack over your shoulder and pick up your purse and the single book that couldn’t fit with your laptop in it. Iwaizumi makes you nervous. You’re fairly sure it’s because of the massive fucking crush you have on him. “Well, let me know if you need help.”

“Thanks,” you notice that he stays there looking at you for a second more... And then a few seconds more.

“Is everything okay?

“You’ve been getting to class late a lot,” his eyes turn wide when he realizes what he just blurted out and the small pink dust atop his cheeks could be the thing that ends up killing you. Your brain gets lost in a chant of CUTECUTECUTE and for a moment you resist the urge to clench your books to your chest. “The professor asked me to see if everything was okay.”

“Oh, ah…” You actually force a bit of laugh out at that, surprised and a bit breathless. Dammit, you monitor two classes and then suddenly being a little bit late becomes a crime. “It’s nothing, actually. I’m just not a morning person. And I hate early classes, but I needed to get this one because of my internship, so I’m struggling with the time.”

Iwaizumi nods and even gives you a short smile while you two start walking alongside one another out of the class. “Ah, you should really fix your sleep schedule. You know the drill, eight hours every night.”

“You mean that impossible thing?” You laugh and thank him when he opens the door for you two to pass. Hot and a gentleman, God really has favorites. “I’m trying, but it’s easier said than done and I’m something of a night owl.”

“Brat. You’re just on your phone until late,” Iwaizumi snickers and you all but gasp, and before you can say anything he’s signaling to the other side you’re going. “I still have classes, see you on the TA hours?”

“Yeah, I have two days of TA next week,” you manage to squeak out without making a fool of yourself after he calls you a brat and even smiles his way despite the way you feel a sudden heat wave over your body.

“Nice. See you then.”

“Bye Iwa.”

You scurry off the other side and when you turn a corner you stop and do something absolutely ridiculous that is an internal scream with your head against the wall. You press your forehead against the cold tile and breathe about two or three times, all while your mind goes into overheat after a small talk with Iwaizumi Hajime, the hottest, most amazing Teacher Assistant this Physical Therapy course must have ever had.

You hear someone saying your name while you try to recover and when you look to your side your heart sinks to your stomach as your eyes turn into plates. Hajime is looking at you funny, holding out a small paper to you and probably wondering if you’re okay in the head. Of course it’s him. It wouldn’t be you if this didn’t happen.

“Ahhh, hi again?” You squeeze out in a weird breathless voice and Iwaizumi’s eyes seem to turn a pretty dark shade while his lips spread in a grin.

“You let this fall.”

Sure, of course, you dumbass did.

“Are you okay?”

“Thanks, Iwa. I was uhhh just…” You press your lips because your mind is blank and then God decides to cut you some slack with a momentaneous brilliance. “I forgot an important thing was due tonight and yeah, I was just screaming at myself.”

“Anything I can help with?”

Yes. Marry me. Or just fucking, you’re not picky.

Your whole face burns and you lower your eyes for a moment because the images assaulting you are just too much. Iwaizumi looks just so good up close, all sharp jawline and hard planes on that spiky jet-black hair and green eyes. Jesus Christ, looking like that should be illegal.

“No, it’s just something for this bachelorette party I have tonight.” God decides to grace you with some more lying skills and you thank them internally. There’s even a smile on your face.

Iwaizumi nods away with your explanation.

“Ohh,” He says with a smirk and your heart does a leap. “That’s nice. Give the bride my congrats.”

“Thanks. I’ll tell her.” Then, he extends the paper again and you finally grab it, once again making a fool of yourself to him. “Sorry, thanks for this.”

Iwaizumi just nods and smiles your way, quickly turning back and leaving after saying goodbye and waving your way. This time you have half a mind to search a bathroom before screaming for real.

Honestly, you cannot believe where you are right now. Lawbreakers. The name is written in a pretty calligraphy font in bright fucking neon that simply demands attention in the dark of night. It’s the final stop of the bachelorette party of your good friend to which you are late. From the group text, everyone is at least nicely buzzed and you’ve been laughing with the ridiculous pictures the group of women have been sending you non-stop while calling you a buzzkill.

As your car pulls into the front of the place, you just can’t help but snort. It’s cheesy, definitely tacky but nice, a use of the western theme that actually plays well.

Outside there’s a neon cowboy riding a horse and you just… can’t help but be amused. There’s a small line of women waiting even when it’s already late but you walk up front as your friend had told you too, perks of being a member of the VIP entourage of women partying in the allegedly last night for your friend to be free.

The doorman lets you in quickly and just as you’re passing the threshold a tall, pretty and lean, but built man clad in nothing but a white outfit rolls to your side, offering a flute of sparkling wine from a tray.

“Well, look at that.” The smile he sends you is trained, but charming and you can’t help but smile back. “We truly do have the prettier customers. Can I offer you some champagne? Maybe something stronger?”

You’re just bringing your hand up to say no when you stop, muse about how much catching up you’ll have to do with your friends inside and shrugs. “Well, better get a head start, right?”

“Yes!” He congratulates you, standing too close as he brings you a flute and deposits on your fingers, his hand trailing on your pulse for a moment before he lets go. Then, he throws you another charming smile, the mischief reaching his eyes this time. “That’s a good girl~”

You try to hide the way his charm works by letting your mouth fall in a small laugh, but something tells you he catches that either way. That, you think, is what you call a seasoned pleaser.

“Thank you.”

Your cheeks are heating the tiny bit as you scurry off the corridor to the club insides, following the loud music and increasingly louder screams.

“Enjoy the show!” The man chuckles behind you and you raise your glass in acknowledgment, hurrying inside to do just that.

Honestly, it’s not what you were expecting.

As you pass the wooden saloon doors at the end of the corridor, the sound of screaming surrounds you as physical waves, washing through your body in such a high pitch you stumble in your heels. The energy inside makes you unable to not enjoy yourself automatically, surrounded by tables of women and a few groups of men all completely enthralled on the show that’s already happening inside.

For starters, western decoration aside, you were definitely not expecting to see your friend, the bride-to-be, being grinded on stage.

The strawberry-blonde male is thrusting against the center of your friend's legs, precise and exciting wave-like motions that clearly are making everyone inside, your friend included, lose their minds. He grinds and holds himself up, moves your friend around as if she’s a doll and humps her behind. It looks so sinful and still in perfect beat with the song and for a second your mind just-- short circuits, hand shooting to your mouth as the laughs tip over loud and hearty. Your friend is burning in embarrassment at the way the man is moving and grinding on her, hands almost locked on her body as if she thinks she can’t move or something will just blow up.

Then again maybe she’s the one who’ll blow up, being so close to such a fucking hot man. You can definitely see how that would make her blow a fuse, completely not used to this kind of thing.

You manage to stop laughing at your friend losing it on stage and quickly spot the table, the balloons that have been featured in lots of pictures making themselves seen: bright teal things stating “one dick forever”. Every single one dressed in black and with their current bright plastic cowboy hat. It could be worse; if the place wasn’t so fitting with it’s bright lights and mixed decorations ranging from cowboy neon signs and saddles in place of stools.

By the time you manage to walk over amidst the screaming and join in on the girls fun, the showman has finally let your friend go in prol of fishing another happy bride and she looks every bit completely shaken as you’ve thought.

“Hey, baby, you good?” The slit in her white dress is higher, clearly a side effect of the way the man hiked her legs just so…open, and you chuckle at how she huffs a breath out and let herself fall against the cushions, both parts pent up and mortified.

Well, you’re already liking the place.

Then, one of the other bridesmaids presses a full plastic flute of champagne to your hand, calls everyone up to a toast and you let yourself fall back into the festivities. Your friend seems to be having a hard time coming back from the heated grinding session in the middle show, to which she excuses herself from the table and reassures everyone that she’s fine. Still, you pull her on the side, ask her once again if she’s okay, to which she just explains she needs some air.

God, you understand.

You were about to follow her when another bridesmaid pulled you into a hug, happily chatting about how this place was incredible, and trying to fill you in on the fun you missed by being late. Your eyes accompany your friend for a moment, seeing as she walks a bit clumsy but otherwise fine to the corridor that leads to the bathroom. Well, she would be fine.

The current show ends and the lights glow brighter, finally allowing you to check out the place. The Lawbreakers Club is nice and full; filled to the brim with groups of women and men around and apparently yours is not the only bachelorette party taking place in the western-themed strip bar. The waiters are wearing skimpy little clothing, the place decorated as a cross-theme of magic mike and an imitation of a western saloon.

Then, before you can even finish the current drink you have in your hands, the lights go down once again while the stage is lightened up in bright neon. You’re all close enough and with an amazing stage view to catch when a very tall, very pretty, brunette who welcomed you earlier comes to the middle of the stage.

The crowd goes immediately wild as the song is lowered to a simple mumble in the background and the man walks slowly to the center stage, open hands and the devastating smile of someone who knows they’re all that and more.

Bit obnoxious but hey, there’s a literal horde of women screaming for him. You’d say it’s acceptable.

“Well, well, well, look like we have a full house tonight.”

The screaming reignites, sounding even louder since they also come from your own table and you can’t help but laugh.

“Are you guys ready for the next show?” The crowd screams a resonant yes. “Good. Let us make a lot of noise for two of our best, biggest outlaws around.” As the cheers erupted once again, you can actually hear some names being called, all revolving around names with big, pretty or animals thrown around.

“Did someone actually scream for Issei Horsecock?” You ask the bridesmaid closer to you and both of you laugh when she says yes. “Oh, wow.”

“Yes, yes, you know the ones. Now, let’s make our Big Guns flustered with the warm welcome, you know what a big softie he actually is under all that hard, big, brute exterior.” It’s actually enthralling to see Oikawa dealing with the crowd, you can’t help but laugh away at his faces and double meaning. Then he stops, winks at the crowd and goes, “Maybe he just needs a ride. So, ride it, ponies.”

It’s clear the announcement everyone was waiting for, as the crowd loses right there. The lights are once again focused on the stage, dripping low as the music picks up in a sexy beat as two big, broad and athletic men make their ways to the center stage, Oikawa nowhere to be seen anymore.

You cannot believe your eyes. You blink them once but then become completely unable to tear your vision from the image unfolding in front of you even for a second. The men comes to the front of the stage, holds onto the pole dance and undulates in a sinful, unholy trusting motion that has your mouth watering and he falls backwards with his hand supporting himself as his legs part on the metal pole and he keeps trusting in time with the bass, a honest-to-god mimic of sex that has you swalowing dry and drooling, your body heating up at the simple images that ellicit in your brain.

He does a twirl in the air, falls in a plank and holds a hand up to hold his cowboy hat all while supporting his body in only one hand. He undulates in thrust motions, twerk his ass in the air before pressing down and takes his hat off his head as a display of strength you never in your mind thought would get you this bothered.

His jet black hair is short and spiky, mussed by sweat and you immediately licks your lips at the salacious thought of licking it up from his skin. He falls with his back on the floor, start once again to proove just how fucking incredible it would be to ride him and then gets up in one single jump that knocks the air of your lungs.

You take in all of him as the light catches on his perfect body, wearing nothing more than an open black leather vest with beaten dark jeans and a big, daunting belt buckle and the cowboy hat in his hand.

And you feel as you have a out of body experience as his face registers in your mind, that mischievous smirk gracing his lips making your whole brain crash into a halt because you recognize that man as no one other than Iwaizumi Hajime, your long-time crush and Teacher Assistant with whom you were just earlier today.

Your eyes are unable to look anywhere but him, completely enthralled by the simplest realization that that single amazing piece of man is actually your long time crush, kind-of-friend and colleague. It feels unreal, impossible, to wrap your head around that piece of information and you’re rendered speechless, mind-blown and enchanted, eyes locked on his glistening muscles, the spanse of his skin on show growing by the minute as he does movements straight out of a wet dream.

Yours, to be even more specific.

It’s clear he doesn’t see you with the dimly lit room and the crew of women chanting. You’re sitting dumbfounded, mouth agape and blood reeling enough that your forehead seems like it will explode, but also feeling as if you’re suspended in a haze - as if Iwaizumi’s body undulating on the air as he holds himself on a pole is something of a spell and you’re definitely sucked in by it.

You can pinpoint the exact moment he sees you, as his show’s ending and the lights around the stage start shining once again. It’s painfully clear how Iwaizumi tenses from the realization, his eyes falling wide and curses tipping from his beautiful lips, the top of his cheekbones lighting up as he all but runs from the front of the crowd and in a moment you’re mirroring his embarrassment, face heating at the bizarre situation you’re finding yourself into.

Your TA is a stripper. And a very good, famous one at that.

What exactly are you supposed to do with this information?

It’s almost an hour and about three shows later where you’re filling your head pounding by the beat, unable to relax even as delicious men pass through your table and play with your friends.

You feel tense, paranoid at what exactly has happened and where Iwaizumi may be, stomach turning and unresponsive as you try to sooth it with booze until you give up, rising on unsteady legs. Muscles strained from how long you’ve been sitting still, afraid to look anywhere and be slapped across the room with some other shocking news.

You take a deep breath as you balance yourself once again on your heels and walk to the bathroom for some needed cool-down, latching on the opportunity when another show is already rolling, a hot but unapproachable-looking man with blond hair and streaks on it owning the stage as if it’s his territory.

As you’re turning on the corridor, however, you’re circled by big arms and yanked from the ground, a yelp turning into silence as you take one look around and find dark green eyes boring into yours, a harsh look on Iwaizumi’s face that make you embarrassed at what it does to your guts.

He scurries off with you inside a place that looks like a private room, fairly dark with red lights around and a ominous pole-dance stage in the middle that makes your mind overheat at the images it summons: the man in front of you clad in nothing but a black jeans rolling his hips up into the air as if daring you to take a ride.

Well, shit.

Iwaizumi’s arms leave your sides and you stumble a bit, eyes diverting down as your face burns. You realize he takes that the wrong way when he sounds gruff and pissed.

“What? Can’t even look at me now?”

You look up in time to catch his arms crossing around his front. You wish he didn’t do that, as now you have one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen all angry-looking with bulging arms oiled and shining, clad in nothing but removable pants, leather chaps, vest and a black cowboy hat.

You groan something unintelligible as you lose the ability to speak and Iwaizumi’s expression turns sour, lips pressed so hard it almost seems like he’s pouting, his hard eyes looking anxious and downcast.

That’s what helps your brain kickstart, completely unable to see Iwaizumi looking remotely sad and acutely aware of how this must be taxing on him.

“Sorry, I-- It’s not you,” You wince as his eyes center on you, unimpressed, “I mean it! It’s just-- I was caught off guard.”

Iwaizumi makes a humming noise and centers his eyes on you as if he’s waiting for you to keep going but your brain is completely blank, staring at him with wide eyes and burning surprise. You have to make a serious effort to avoid letting your eyes wander his frame.

“So,” you start, unable to handle the silence and Iwaizumi groans, pulling his cowboy hat off to thread fingers over his hair in a nervous display that you’re sure he did not mean to be sexy but ends up being anyway. “I’m not sure what to say here.”

“Shit. What are you even doing here?”

“Bachelorette party,” you answer without missing a beat and he all but groans again, as if just remembering is an actual thing that exists- and probably gives him lots of money if tonight was anything to go by.

The clear display of his anxiety actually helps you get a bit more at ease, and you can’t help but crackle an awkward smile. “So... you work here.”

“Yes,” Hajime brutal honesty shows he’s regaining his composure. “It’s good money if you work well and the hours are flexible.”

Not the only thing that’s flexible. You bite your lips at the thought to stop the words from actually spilling from your lips.

“I take it you're not public about this?”

“As little as I can considering the pictures and social media. The club is kinda famous, too.”

“I noticed.”

The silence stretches for a moment as Iwaizumi looks around nervously, his stance unmoving. You take a deep breath and sigh, lips falling in an odd, astonished smile. “Wow, Iwa, that’s…”

“What?” He bites back, defensive. You just end up chuckling, long breath falling from your lips as you look at him and can’t help but be once again dumbfolded at how fucking perfect this man is.

“Nothing, it’s just-- I would never expect it. It’s amazing, though. You’re amazing.” You wince at your own words and how telling they are, but carry on despite the burning on your face. “You seemed like a completely different person out there.”

Definitely not the quiet TA you’re used to. Definitely still completely gorgeous.

Your body tenses as your heart does somersaults in your chest, hunger flaring enough that your throat constricts and your face burns once again.

“Don’t you think it's bad?” It comes out a bit strained, his eyes trained on you, tense and vulnerable. And you just about fall deeper for him right there.

“Why? It’s your work.” You try your best smile, and after a little consideration Hajime’s shoulders finally seem to relax, lips jutting up just a bit as he breathes deep.

“No one in the university can know though,” Iwaizumi says quickly, eyes on yours with a little, tiny smirk. “Obvious reasons.”

That makes you giggle.

“Of course. I’ll keep your secret.” You agree in earnest, honest and clear, and this time when you smile at him, your whole body warms at how his eyes fall down to look at it.

“Good.” His voice goes down a tone, husky and gruff- and making unspeakable things to your already poor state. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Your heart seems to shoot up to your throat, and you try to squeeze words out around it.

“I… uh… yes, I mean, sure. It was… quite incredible.”

“Really.” Hajime smirks and you try to swallow your heart before you choke.

His green eyes stare deeply at your face, drinking the burning on your cheeks, the quick beat of your pulse on your throat, the pursed, wet lips and the way you tremble when he all but takes a step closer. You brace yourself, eyes lifting from the ground to center on him and the sticky, hot sensation spreads through your lower limbs at the burning heat you find there.

“Well, there’s another one to be done.” That tone comes again and you’re forced to press your legs just a tiny bit closer, suddenly aware of the fact you’re both alone in a dark room. He takes another step closer and your eyes fall on his lips, smirk starting to split his face in two, “Stick around.”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out and Hajime’s eyes turn darker.

"Iwa-channn~''

It's so close it sounds loud from across the half-opened door and Iwaizumi seems to fall back on himself, annoyance furrowing his brows. He takes another deep, heated look on you but tears his eyes away before you can’t say anything.

“Sorry, have to go.”

Your breath leaves you in one go. It feels like you just stepped off a rollercoaster, blown off the ground and slow to catch up.

“Okay, uh, good show?”

“It will be,” Hajime’s eyes are warm on you. Meaningful. “Watch it all, okay?”

And then he leaves, the brightness from the corridor snapping you from your haze as you suck all the oxygen left in the room and then screams silently against your hands.

Iwaizumi feels nervous for the first time since the first time he stepped on stage, about two years ago. It feels like he has something to prove and conquer in this single performance and it doesn’t help that Makki comes running late, smelling of sex and sporting marks that tell just of that, too. But for once Hajime decides he has his own stuff to worry rather than the shit his friends pull.

When they step on stage, his eyes zoom-in on you immediately, something spreading on his skin as he finds your attention centered on him - bulging, enthralled eyes and warm appreciation.

Hajime smirks. They haven’t even started yet.

On cue, Mattsun, Makki, Oikawa and Kyoutani slide on their position and Iwaizumi is delighted that your eyes remain on him.

When the show starts, among screamings and money being waved, he follows the steps nicely, out of habit. Iwaizumi tilts his hat at you and you burn so bright he feels his skin heating at the newfound power.

His vest is the first to go off and he makes sure to have his hands running around his chest more than once, teasing slide until the leather chaps as he thrusts his hips, waving motion that covers his whole body.

He circles, back muscles in the spotlight as his hands come up behind his head, holding the cowboy hat snug in his head, ass tight in the black briefs as he keeps the motions and then turns to fall down on a plank. Iwaizumi grinds down on the floor, blinks and smiles at the ladies but his eyes are only searching for you.

He gets up with an elaborate move and puts both his hands on the pole, holding himself up sideways before circling it, dropping and incorporating some break dance Kyoutani teached him.

Hajime’s hand slid easily with the oil on his skin, slowly planting his thumb under the loops of his leather chaps to the sound of screaming. He feels electricity edge through his skin -- someone’s eyes focused solely on him and the thrill of it it’s nothing he’s ever felt before. Suddenly he understands a bit more about how Oikawa feels with Tendou around.

Iwaizumi thrusts his hips forward once, snaps his belt off in the air with one pull, making the crowd gasp and scream and the itching on his skin turns south. He watches as your eyes follow the hard planes of his abs and the tight squeeze of his thighs on his leather chaps and then snap back into his face. The fact it’s you only makes it all the more exhilarating.

The choreo is once again on the floor, and he drops to it in a wave motion, hips humping on nothing without faltering, tight ass in the air winning cheers and waves; even so, it’s your silent appraisal that rings the louder.

He gets up again, circles the pole in a charming, teasing manner as he holds the metal bar and grinds on it. Iwaizumi lets his hat on the ground and turns his back to the public in time to snap his pants off in one go, at the same time as the other men on stage, staying in nothing but a ridiculously tight, dark, leather brief.

When he was first presented to the thing, he hated it and opted to go comando into some shows, which earned him some nice money and was always quite the surprise to the patrons. Now, as his eyes lock on yours and your wicked tongue peaks out to lick your plush lips in nothing but appreciation, Iwaizumi is rendered quite fond of the offending thing -- who’d thought this day would come.

Your eyes are glued to him and it almost hurts Iwaizumi that he can’t go straight to you, bring you on stage with him and glide your hands all over his body. He’s unsure of how to proceed but there’s no chance in hell he’s throwing this shot away.

He’s been crushing on you for far too long to do that.

In fact, the dumbfounded look on your eyes is quite endearing, much like all the fumbling and tripping over yourself that he got used to expect every time he sees you. Iwaizumi just assumed you were a bit clumsy and quiet, but then he got to know you and it all blew in his face.

You were a bit of a dumbass but also beautiful, kind, dedicated and attentive. The crush that started as a endearing feeling quickly escalated into opressing and Iwaizumi was all but rendered stupid around you at all times, firm believer that you never truly looked at him like that.

However, as you stare at him unblinking and eager, the picture of hunger in the most delicate predator, Iwaizumi realises he may be wrong and that thought alone is enough to ignite his veins.

Oikawa fishes a lady, pushes her on Kyoutani then does the same with another for Iwaizumi.

He smiles at her, professional, and brings her hands to his chest, his hips drawing circles against her. As her tentative strokes and fondling turn into frantic holds and clawing nails, his eyes can’t help but slide sideways, taking in the way you’re hanging out of every move of her hands.

Fuck, Iwaizumi can’t get hard. But there’s a clear throbbing threading south at your concentration. He can’t help but wonder if you’re imagining your hands on his body instead of hers; your hips against his as he grinds on hers; your mouth on his biceps when she kisses his trademarked asset, the ones that gave him his stripper name.

The woman slides several singles around his briefs, not without copping a few and your mouth falls open in an indignated breath. Iwaizumi tries hard to avoid it going to his dick.

He fishes for another woman in the audience as he lets the groups slide more singles not only on his briefs but inside his boots. Iwaizumi pulls one while she’s sitting in the chair, deposits it on the stage and grinds on her enough that the woman is overheated, hands faltering by her sides. Hajime’s eyes search yours once again, drinking, basking in the envy he pinpoints.

Does that mean you wish to be under him, like that? To feel his body against yours, his hips between your legs, his lower body shoved on your face?

Hajime ends his routine with this one halfway, unable to let them feel what you are doing to him and then - finally - he’s free to walk over to your table. Semi-naked, with his boots, hat and slow-rising hard-on.

He’s done this enough times to be able to keep up with the choreo while he’s navigating the tables, hips thrusting and circling, strangers hands sliding on his oiled body to deposit dollars anywhere they can. They’re mostly handsy, few grab his dick and scream, others palm at his thighs and chest. There’s both numbers and dollars being thrown on him but Iwaizumi is used to it - and that’s definitely not his focus tonight.

Iwaizumi stops for a moment at the table before yours. Joining in the fun as Oikawa is happily grinding on his roommate. It gives Hajime a chance to look your way, enough to find you completely enthralled by his body, wide eyes unwavering, mouth open in a breath as your hand fists the flute you’re holding, the perfect depiction of surprise and enchantment and fuck, Iwaizumi is thrilled.

When Hajime finally stops in front of you, you’re looking at him as if under a spell; mouth hanging softly as stars shine in your eyes and he can’t be faulted for fisting your hair, pulling you up to meet his chest, even if he’s careful with where he touches you.

Iwaizumi pretends his lips gliding against the shell of your ear is not a planned thing.

“You’re looking too hard. Are you enjoying the show that much?”

Your lips move without words falling from it and having you speechless all but set him on fire. Iwaizumi thanks every god (and begrudgingly Oikawa) for his expertise in what he’s about to do. His hand slides on your hips, feeling the way you sway with tremors and stop on your back to support you as he bends you backwards. His mouth skims the skin of your neck and dips lower, so his nose can cross over your cleavage, softly caressing the spanse of your collarbones.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll start thinking things, princess. Interesting things, physical things.” Iwaizumi lets his teeth close on the fabric covering your neckline as his eyes look up on yours to find every hint there can possibly be of your warm desire. “Seems like we’re reaching an agreement, too. Do like what you see, hm? Do you want me to do to you the same things I did with them?”

“No,” you tell him in a steady tone and Hajime’s eyes shoot up to yours, confused, until you sigh a breath against his face. “I want you to do more.”

He groans, pulling you tighter against his chest for you to feel the effect you have on him, choosing the momentum to circle his hips in what can be disguised as performance despite it being anything but.

“You can’t just tell a guy that. I may believe it.” His hands drop on your ass, gripping as he guides your hips to work with his and you all but melt, blown out eyes falling on his mouth.

“I’m hoping so. I’m pretty much using all my courage to tell you this.” Your breathless chuckle all but obliterates Hajime’s thinking and he has to put some distance between your faces before he takes your lips in a kiss.

There’s a ringing around his ears and he identifies it as the performance’s end approaching. He has to go back on stage to strip naked and his cock is going to give a show of his own tonight.

“Go wait for me in the corridor, quick.” It's a plea and a promise as he forces himself to let go of you and turn on his heels to get back on stage.

Oikawa gives him a hand up back onto the stage, eyes all knowing as they survey the whole big thing going on inside his briefs.

“Nasty, Iwachan~” His smile is a annoying little thing, but then he slaps Iwaizumi’s ass in encouragement, “Sneak off stage before the end, go, quick, I’ll cover.”

Iwaizumi grunts a thanks and as the boys line up one behind the other, he’s able to lock eyes with you and signal with his head before he dips through the backstage drapes.

You’re not sure what’s the plan when Hajime disappears through the back and your spine immediately shoots up, leaving your friends with a half-assed excuse as your legs carry you towards the corridor that leads to the backstage once you choose neither left or right, but only forward. Your eyes are focused, body overheating as your heart gallops in your chest, clinging to the words Iwaizumi whispered in your ears during his show as it repays again and again over your mind’s eye.

The door to the backstage is signaled with nothing, the only hint of its location being the in and out of men from it as their shows end and they leave the place to either mingle along the audience or enter a private room for privé little shows. Honestly, if it was for Hajime, you’d blow a hole in your wallet for every single second of his time.

However, as you’re closing in on the hidden door you start growing strikingly aware of the fact you have no idea how to actually meet him there and having to knock on it makes you feel both silly and self conscious.

Luckly, you don’t have to do anything.

Iwaizumi burst the door open in time to fetch you and drag you inside as you let out a little yelp, and suddenly you’re surrounded by the smell of weed, cigars and sweat along with men; Iwaizumi’s hot, sweety skin is sticky against yours and you have the fleeting thought that maybe that would be off putting to you if you didn't have the all consuming need to drop to your knees and lick it all from his fucking skin.

“Iwa,” leaves you lips for no reason, just for the fact it’s his name and you let your neck fall back against his shoulder, turning your head to finally taste his skin. Iwaizumi’s arms tighten around you in such a way you feel the rumble of his growl and he all but tow you deeper inside.

You can barely get a look around the dimly lit, dirty backstage room before you’re past the messy lounge and into a tight corridor that ends a small, locker-room styled bathroom where Hajime quickly dips inside.

You get one look at the metal lockers on the side, the two sinks with mirrors upfront and the four bathroom stalls on the left, two on each side before you focus back on Iwaizumi’s jawline, nibbling on whatever you can find and relishing on every little noise that tumbles from his lips.

Hajime’s arms leave you for one moment, depositing you on unsteady legs so he can turn the lock on the door and by then his hand is burying itself in your hair and closing at your hip, forcefully pulling you to him as his mouth closes around your neck and he proceeds to kiss, bite and suck at every spanse of your skin.

“Fuck, I didn’t want to do this here,” Iwaizumi starts with a gruff voice that makes your center weep, the force of his hands around you enough to render your feet useless as he strides over to the sink, imediatelly hiking you over it with his big hands over your ass and a hard bite at your shoulder as if he’s pinging you as the culprit of his angish. “But I can’t fucking wait anymore.”

He sounds so pained, so raw, that you can’t help but groan, mouth searching his quickly as your hands reach for his hair and shoulder, nails digging on whatever you find to secure your hold on his slippery skin. He tastes of whisky and weed, but it’s the fact that it’s Hajime that renders you intoxicated.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admits as his teeth nibble on your bottom lip, a trail of kisses making their way down so he can bite at your neck, licking it over just so he can suck on it, your eyes rolling back inside your head as your body all but trembles. “I was sure you weren’t interested, fuck.”

That is probably the one thing that could pull you from the haze settling in your brain caused by the fucking thrill that having Hajime kissing and holding you is enough to cause.

“Are you insane?” You whine back at him, tilting your head away from his mouth as your fingers pull at his hair to look him in the eyes. Those beautiful, heated and earnest florest-green eyes that have been your demise since day one. “Iwa, there hasn't been a day I wasn’t interested.”

There’s an edge of surprise on his face, along with a hint of something soft you can’t name and you all but moan at him, unable to form words of just how much you’ve wanted him and for how long. So you choose to show him, instead, legs circling his frame as you press your chest against his and hold his neck with both hands to pull him in a kiss that leaves you lightheaded, toes curling on your heels and heat burning through your veins, melting your insides until it spills on your underwear.

A rumble in his chest tells you about the groan he keeps inside and Iwaizumi’s hands take hold of the flesh of your ass and thighs with bruising strength, violent heartbeats making both of your bodies tremble with need. But then he angles himself back, breaks the kiss and curses after one look at your face.

Next thing you know Iwaizumi’s down on his knees between your thighs, holding you open with big hands under your knees and your brain just ups and fries. Your panties are sticking to your drenched folds and there’s no way the flimsy triangle is able to do much to hide you from Hajime’s attentive eyes. He groans, fingers dipping under the sides of your underwear and he pulls it to the side, baring you the best he can.

He doesn’t really say anything past throwing you a burning look, kissing up the inner part of your thighs, and then he’s mouth is on you - tongue lavishing at both sex and fabric, circling your clit with wondrous expertise and licking along your inner lips like they’re about to spill all your secrets.

“Fuck,” slips from you as your head arches back, hitting the wall. “Iwaizumi...”

Whispered from you that way, his name is the only thing that conveys all of the feelings bubbling on your chest: the glee of the mutual crush, the excitement of being this close, the massive bliss igniting your nerves at his ministrations. If the way Hajime doubles down on his efforts between your legs is any indication - tongue slipping up and down then back up to circle your clit mercilessly - you’d say he agrees.

You feel suspended in time, tense as a tight coil that’ll tear with a single harsh pull. His tongue dances around your cunt as much as he did on stage: perfectly. Deliriously bringing you to a high you’ve aren’t sure you’ve ever tasted. And then he brings his fingers to calmly, slowly massage around your entrance.

“Oh fucking christ!” Your burning moan bounces around the empty space loudly and you swear you feel him snickering against your cunt, only you’re way far gone to care. “Haji-fuck!”

Your hand slides over his hair, fingers delighted at how soft they feel and you use your palm to press his face further against your folds. Your hips humping anything they can because staying still feels like an impossible task with the way your blood is boiling inside your veins.

But then someone is pounding at the door loudly and your eyes snap open as your high slips from you, Iwaizumi’s lips abandoning your sex to throw a nasty glare at the door.

“C’mon Iwa-chan~” someone calls outside, sounding unbelievably pleased at the interruption. “You know the rules! We need to use the bathroom~”

“Two minutes!” Iwa snarl back and as the pounding on the door doesn’t come back, you think he got himself a deal. “Fucking assholes. Can’t give me one fucking moment when they’re the ones always doing this shit.”

He sounds so pissed it’s actually awfully endearing. Red in the face with swollen lips glistening in a pout, and despite the throbbing on your cunt, you can’t help but laugh. His eyes come back to you and a renewed wave of pleasure curls on your pussy by the clear shift into softness you find there, so you pull him back up standing and make a point of kissing him so hard you’re licking your juices from his chin.

Two minutes apparently go by awfully fast, as the door is nudged once again. Softly, this time.

“Fuckers,” Iwa mutters after he breaks the kiss, eyes as daggers aimed at whoever is outside the door. “Give me ten minutes and meet me outside?” You realize by the tone of his voice that Iwaizumi is nervous and your heart does a sickening loop inside your chest as if you needed a heads up of how much you’re gone for him. Your face must do something weird, as his eyes scrunch up and his hands grip on your hips with a tiny bit of strength, pleading. “I just need to change and get my stuff, I’ll be real quick, promise.”

Jesus Christ, didn’t he get it yet?

“Iwaizumi,” His name sounds gruff past your breathless throat and you see the way his eyes turn steely, bracing for heartbreak. “You could tell me to wait forever, and I’d be dying outside waiting for you.”

You make a point of holding his eyes because it feels like it’s important and you’re thankful for that as you can watch the exact moment Iwaizumi lets a long breath out, eyes warming as his lips descend upon yours - one time, then once again; his fingers drawing soft little patterns over your skin.

“I’ll be outside,” you tell him before someone disturbs the moment between you two and he helps you down the sink, your panties choosing this moment to slide to the floor, showing the fact that all that pulling ended up causing a rip. You choke up a gasp and Iwa chuckles, hand sliding to your bare ass to pat at the plush flesh.

“Well, one less thing in the way.”

Getting out of the bathroom and outside the backroom ends up being the most embarrassing thing about it all, as you’re forced to pass through a horde of almost-naked men that throw you all-knowing grins. The pretty man that welcomed you into the Club is the one with the wickedest grin and you can see by Iwaizumi’s grimace alone that he’s in for a hell of teasing.

If the hand gripping your hip is anything to go by, you’d doubt he’s paying it half a mind. He leaves you at the door, tells the ones around there to shut it as they watch, and breathlessly promises you he’ll come in a bit before closing the door.

Even so you can still hear the immediate hollering going on inside and you chuckle for a moment, until you try to take a step and your legs betray you, shaken. There’s a smile etched to your face that you can barely contain until you’re painfully remembered of the fact you’re dripping between your thighs. That’s all you need for your heart to beat on your face, burning so bright you’re surprised you haven’t melted to the floor.

You’re breathless and antsy as you wait for Iwaizumi to come back, the club visibly emptier after the final performance. Your friends have left already, only waiting around until you came to pick up your purse, all of them tired and drunk and leaving in group after calling enough ubers and making sure you were fine.

And not without teasing, of course.

God, you were more than fine. But you’re throbbing, uncomfortable wet and empty, increasingly aware of the fact you’re standing there pantiless as the horny fog dissipates a bit in the absence of one Iwaizumi Hajime to end your logic thinking.

You get antsy of waiting around in the bar despite the bartender trying to make nice small-talk and instead trudges over to the corridor, standing there awkwardly fidgeting as if he’s taking hours and not literally a few minutes.

The door opens with an urge and Hajime’s eyes zoom in on you, long strides that only serve to make your body once again acutely aware of it’s poor state, arousal spiking to the point where you press your legs together to help with the feeling.

But then he’s reaching for you before he’s even really close, and you’re quickly running to him and latching your lips together with urgency. Now that you can kiss him it feels like there’s no point in any other greeting that doesn’t involve his mouth on yours.

His hair is dripping wet with a recent, clearly quick shower and he’s wearing the same clothes you’re used to see him with day by day and, somehow, that just makes it all worse, a literal groan passing your lips as you reach once again for his lips but this time Iwaizumi stops you with a groan, turning you in his arms so both of you can eagerly trudge out of the Club.

Hajime tries to be mindful of you as he shortens his long strides to be able to accompany yours. You’re balancing yourself to run on heels, laugh bubbling out of your chest at the exhilarating feeling of glee of a mutual crush. Iwaizumi throws you one amused look, sharp smile turning teasing as his hands come to circle your waist, hoist you up and hurry the remaining distance to his car.

“Too slow!” Iwaizumi teases with a grunt and chuckles against your neck, big toothy smile against your skin. “Hurry up!”

“Someone’s eager,” you tease but he’s already rounding his car, pressing you on the side to attach his lips to your neck, soft bites and circling hips that show you just how much that sentence is true.

One of his hands surrounds your neck and his thumb tilts your head up enough for his lips to capture yours, a soft kiss contrasting with the need in his grasp on your hips.

“I think we’ve waited too long.”

“Yeah? Who’s fault is that, dumbass?” You nibble on his lips and grind your hips on the impressive burning length that presses on your belly. Iwaizumi chuckles, biting on your neck as his hand slides past your hip to close on your ass.

“Yours.”

Your outraged gasp is lost on his lips, passionate kiss blowing your rational thinking with a nuke. Would you ever recover from Iwaizumi Hajime? God, you don’t think so.

You pull him closer, pressing your chest against him, pressure building once again as your nipples stand to attention. Your leg rakes up on his side as if you’re not on the middle of the street and Iwaizumi lets his hand slide to the underside of your thigh; fingers dipping lower, digits gliding over your drenched slit once before he dips them carefully past the tight ring of your entrance. It’s barely anything, but your mind short-circuits, head falling back against the car.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Iwaizumi sounds anguished, teeth punishing his lips as his eyes bore on yours. His fingers slide deeper inside you and your mouth opens in a silent moan. “I can’t wait to be inside this pussy.”

That ends you, pussy clenching so hard around his barely there fingers it’s painful to feel the remaining emptiness. You puff a hot breath of air on his face, eyes dazed and blood boiling as you tense and throb.

“Iwa,” Your nails press on his skin so hard your own hand hurts, “if you keep doing this we’ll be doing it in the street.”

Something burns in him, as he presses his fingers deeper inside you to watch your eyes fall close and then pulls them all out, quickly opening the door.

“Get in.”

You obey, having half a mind to wonder if it’s really happening until he’s closing the door and circling the vehicle. “Iwa!” You plead, as somehow it feels like abandonment, your whole being hurting and boiling, a whine in your lips as Hajime slides in the driver's seat and turns the car on, driving it out the curb and down the street as a madman.

“We’re doing this right,” Hajime tells you as he drives, drinking your panting form from the corner of his eyes. His jeans are tight, hint of what awaits you forming a very clear pattern and you feel overheated, frenzied, throbbing with need. So as it turns out, you’re far past the point to care.

You adjust yourself in the seat, legs spreading to allow your hand to reach the appex of your sex as the other closes on a clothed breast. “Iwa,” you sigh in bliss as the pressure finally seems to give in just that one tiny bit. His eyes shoot to you and fall comically large at the view, turning hazed in sequence as his cheeks color red.

“God, baby, don’t do this to me,” Iwaizumi grunts, hand adjusting his cock through the jeans as his eyes try to flit between you and the fairly empty streets.

“I’m not doing anything to you though, I’m doing it to me.” You moan and the car loses balance for a second, sliding to the side and back as you laugh.

“You’re a fucking menace.”

“Try not to kill us, Iwa.” Is all you answer, moan slipping out at the way you let your fingers alleviate the pressure at your clenching center. Iwaizumi looks as if he’s in pain. One of his hands shoots down to hold on your left thigh, bruising strength delicious.

“You wanna play dirty, huh? That’s what you want?” The tinge of aggression in his voice makes your pussy throb around your fingers and for a moment it feels like he knows. “I can play dirty, baby. I can either make you cum like a good girl or let you hang the whole night like a brat, so what do you want?”

Your voice is nowhere to be found and your eyes are locked on Hajime as if he’s the one who hung the moon and stars. He even has the gal to smirk.

“I can be so good, baby, but I’m even better at being bad.”

You skyrocket shamelessly into a little bout of pleasure, a short-lived thing resembling a climax that’s caused by the whiplash of Hajime’s dominance and the pressure bursting inside you as you abuse your own fingers' expertise.

You tremble on his side, head thrown back with a moan of his name and Hajime curses loudly, hand at your thigh awkwardly reaching your slit to slide over it and push two fingers inside, catching the last of your short-lived climax. His face turns solemn, eyes darkening with hunger as a vein rises in his jaw and a renewed wave of wetness stains his digits.

Those forest-green eyes settle on you as he speeds down the empty street. “I’m going to end you,” Iwaizumi presses deeper and you arch your body, legs falling wider for him as fingers you effortlessly, driving and stretching you on thick digits that make you gasp on your own breath.

“This is how it’s going to be.” Hajime starts, voice rough and hot. “Once we’re out of this car and private enough, I’m burying myself inside this pretty pussy in one go.” Your whole breath leaves you in one quick breath, eyes falling open as Hajime’s thumb rounds your clit and a third finger starts pushing inside your walls, burning stretch making you delirious as his words take you apart, one by one.

“Then, I’m fucking you the whole night until you cant even think about a time where I wasn't inside you,” his fingers curve inside your walls, calling motion and upwards thrust that makes your pleasure sparks through your whole body, one hand closing around his wrist as the other locks on a breast. “Until you feel empty without me inside.”

He pulls his hand back as you all but sob, eyes literally welling with tears at the loss of your quickly rising bliss but one look at Hajime has you sobering up, his focused eyes on the street as he hurries down the rest of the way.

As it ends up, Iwaizumi stays true to his words.

He presses you up against the door of his apartment while you two are still on the corridor, brings his hands to your thighs and hikes you up against the door, your dress sliding way past your ass as your bare, throbbing pussy glides over his clothed length. Your whole skin feels like a live-wire, hypersensitive and vibrating.

Hajime’s mouth is closed in a bite on your shoulder as he uses his abilities to open his door without interfering with the sinful way you roll your center against his big cock, needy and lost, pleading for him to just fuck you.

When it clicks open, both his hands fly to your ass as he pushes past the door and close it with a bang as he presses you against it. His mouth is back on yours, tongue invading your lips with a groan and hand flying to tear his jeans open and down just enough for his big, hard cock spring free.

"Yes!" You break the kiss to cry at the first touch of his weeping, hot cock against your cunt, the sheer amount of wetness making it slide from your hole to your clit and then down again.

Hajime sucks a breath to still himself, slowly angles his hips back and let the thick head slide to your entrance with perfect precision, slamming himself half the way inside with one powerful thrust that have his head falling on your shoulder with a blissful groan, your cries of agreement thrown around the air above as you angle your head back.

Your walls fall open for him brutally, soaking wet and ready but still struggling against the stretch. It burns, his fat cock pulsing inside you and as you clench around his girth you realize he's not even all the way inside.

"Oh my god," you breathe out and Iwa sighs, fist slamming on the side of the door as he braces himself and rolls his hips, pushing steadily, sheathing his cock inside you slowly. You choke on a breath, suddenly silent, legs kicking out without your brain to rein on it.

"Jesus," Iwa grunts as he bottoms out, his legs trembling from the effort of holding himself back, mind stumbling as every single cell in his body seems overwhelmed by the feeling of reaching paradise. “You feel like heaven.”

Hajime tells you mostly because he wants to feel you clench around him and you do, his heart soaring with the delicious high of knowing exactly what makes you tick; but the throbbing of his cock reminds him just how long he’s been forgotten and Iwaizumi adjusts his stance, locks his arms around you and simply mutters, “Now, to fucking you the whole night.”

You skyrocket quicker than ever, few presses and pulls igniting a supernova bliss in your veins, tongue useless as it feels alien in your mouth, brain short-circuiting at his thrusts. You’ve never felt like this and you’re pretty sure you’ll never would, not without Hajime.

You’re so lost you don’t even realize he moves you from the door to the wall, Hajime’s hands grabbing a handful of your hair to pull you to a blistering kiss, the trimmed hair at the base of his cock doing wonders against your clit every time he bottoms out, nestled inside a place you never even felt before.

You’re so oversensitive, wound up and tense as your pussy holds him as a vice, grunts falling from his lips that make you skin all but burn at the delicious praise.

As you squeeze “Hajime” past your mouth in a painful breath, frenzied eyes searching for his, he soothes you with kisses all over your face.

“Go ahead, baby.” He tells you with his lips against your skin, “I got you.”

You explode.

There’s no other way to explain the way your pleasure blows you over, sharpshooter through your veins and short-circuits your brain. It feels like being caught in an ocean wave, unable to swim as it carries you underwater and the tides hold you down, unending twirls that assault you through every side until you’re finally reaching shore, rising above to suck a deep breath.

Hajime is peppering your face with kisses as you settle back inside your skin, blinking hazy eyes to his perfect face with a ridiculous smile that must show just how fucking much you’re smitten. But there’s an edge of something painful on his face.

“Wow.” You breathe and his cock responds inside you with a nod of agreement.

Hajime chuckles, plants a big kiss on your wet lips and tries to smile despite the strain on his face as he calls your name. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” you smile dumbly at him, loose and fuzzy around the edges. “Go ahead. Not sure I’ll be of much use, I think I just had a outer body experience.”

“Hmmm,” Hajime smirks, tight around the edges with his throbbing cock buried in your pulsing heat. as he seems pensive “No can’t do, baby.” He rolls his hips for a moment, lecherous noise echoing around the silent flat, then decides to bring you across the short distance to his couch, letting his ass fall on it graceless, cock pressing deeper with the movement. He drinks the little gasp straight from your lips.

“I think I’ve earned my turn to sit back and relax.” Hajime smiles, predatory, hungry and you decide you just may love him like this. “So why don’t you do us both a favor and ride it?”

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I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!

#ask tag #long post #my fic #nymphietonkslupin

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“do you even lift bro?” ver iii - leech twins, jamil, epel, rook and lilia

Your headcanons for the fem reader bridal carrying the guys were GOLD! Can I request the same for Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Divus, Epel and Rook? Thank you! -- from @shenanigansposts

A/N: It’s here! It’s back! It’s “do you even lift bro?”! Honestly, I’m still stunned at the response this series gets xD anyways. I’m sorry I’ve gotten slower on updates, but I don’t want to write with any negativity in my heart. I want to enjoy writing, because otherwise I know my pieces will show that. Creative works truly reflect the mood of the writer, so I try to always be in my happy place when I write so that these can be fun! ^^

Please do enjoy!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (this)

Jade’s head jerked up as you rushed into the infirmary.

“Jade! Are you okay?” you scrambled over to him in worry.

“Hello flower.” he greeted, quite cheerful, despite the fact that his ankle was in a cast. “I’m quite well really.”

You shot a look at his ankle--before you turned to the school nurse. The school nurse gave you a patient smile as they explained what happened.

“He didn’t break anything. He just twisted it from climbing that mountain today...” The nurse eyed your lover. “in search of mushrooms.”

“I was very successful.” Jade nodded sagely. “Mostro Lounge’s menu will be full with them. Flower, I insist you try them.” You tried to give him a stern look, but his genuine appreciation for mushrooms (of all things! mushrooms!) caused your lips twitch up into a smile.

“So does this mean he doesn’t need to stay in the infirmary?”

“He doesn’t.” the nurse confirmed. “Unfortunately we currently don’t have any crutches, and Mr. Leech is adamant about not flying--if you could call his brother perhaps? Or Mr. Ashengrotto.” the nurse suggested.

“It’s fine, I can handle it.” you waved a dismissive hand. The nurse arched a brow, and Jade shot you a curious glance--mind finally off mushrooms.

“Just... make sure he doesn’t put any pressure on his foot.” The nurse said, “we’ll be sending crutches over to his dorm by tonight... or tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I can write you a slip that will allow you to skip some of your morning classes.”

The nurse quickly filled up a form, and you stopped in front of Jade. Your boyfriend eyed you in interest.

“How are you planning on helping me, flower? Floyd or Azul...”

“It’s fine.” you said dismissively again. “I’ll show you in a bit.” The nurse handed you the note, and you easily leaned forward, and slipped it into Jade’s pocket. (”Don’t lose that!” “Yes, madam~” he had chuckled, and you flushed.) You huffed, and before he could even blink--you easily pulled him up into your arms bridal style. Jade’s eyes widened, and the nurse shrieked in surprise.

“Wait! Put him down!” the nurse squeaked.

“Oh it’s fine. Jade’s actually pretty light.” you shrugged, and with a glance the nurse did notice that you showed no signs of strain.

“If you’re sure.” the nurse said, flustered.

“Yup. Thank you so much!” you shot the nurse a smile. The nurse went to open the door for you as you left the infirmary with a baffled Jade in your arms.

You turned your head, to see an uncharacteristically surprised expression on Jade’s face. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly agape.

“I didn’t break you, right?” you asked, and he finally blinked.

“Aa. I just... did not expect you to be this strong, flower.” Jade finally said, his lips curled into a pleasant grin. “I had a general idea since you were always so willing to do the heavy lifting... Have you always been this strong?”

“Yeah.” you shrugged. “People often told me it was unattractive for a girl though. Said something about how it wasn’t cute.” you huffed. “I worried about it before but... I’m learning to accept it about myself.”

Jade tilted his head, and he raised a hand to cup your cheek gently. His hand moved, and curled under your chin to make your eyes meet his own.

“I think it’s very attractive.” you flushed, and Jade chuckled lowly. “Everyday I’ve been finding new things to love about you. This one is most definitely today’s ‘new thing’~” You could feel your face heat up even further.

“I--you’re unfair as ever Jade.” you sighed, and he shot you a pleased grin.

“I’ll make it up with some mushroom risotto.”

“You’ll have to tell me how to make it. I can’t make you cook in this state.”

“I injured my ankle, not my hands.” Jade raised a fine brow.

“Yeah but... Let me pamper you.” your voice grew quiet. “Let me do it this time.” Jade laughed gently.

“Very well, milady.”

“WAHAHAHAH! JADE! PFFFT!”

“What happened Jade--wait, Floyd! Don’t jump--”

CRASH.

“[Surname]!” you flinched, and turned around. You blinked in surprise as you see Professor Crewel stride up to you whilst he gritted his teeth.

“What did you do?” Ace whispered. You furrowed your brow and shrugged your shoulders. Nothing came to mind.

“Puppy, you get along with Mr. Floyd Leech, do you not?”

“I mean... Yeah?” you tilted your head, unsure where this was going.

“Good.” he exhaled. “Get him out of my classroom.”

“Huh?”

“Floyd... please...”

“Don’t wanna.” His voice was muffled because he had buried his face into his arms. He was seated in the center of the room, curled up. Crewel had pointed at him accusingly, then pointedly at you, before he turned away with a huff.

“Get him out of there before the next class, little puppy... or else...” he had twirled his baton in hand, and uninterested in experiencing whatever Crewel had in mind, you had chosen to speak to Floyd.

“Come on Floyd, please? Let’s go back to your dorm. You could just... sul--rest on your bed instead.” you tried to be gentle as you pulled on the much taller boy’s sleeve.

“You’ll hafta carry me out.” he said--stubborn as ever when he was in one of his moods. Since he couldn’t see your face, you exaggerated your eye roll.

“Fine.”

Floyd twitched in interest, and shifted his head just a fraction to see you draw close. With surprising strength, you yanked him upright, then swooped him up into your arms--bridal style.

It look a second for what was going on to register in Floyd’s mind, but when it did, he began to flop in your arms. It felt a lot like holding an incredibly huge, and slippery... well... eel? You snickered at your own thought as you tightened your hold on Floyd’s body.

“SHRIMPY!” he wrapped his arms around your neck in excitement, “Shrimpy! You’re carrying me! Look! You’re carrying me!”

“Floyd... I know... I am carrying you.” you said, amused, “don’t move too much because if you accidentally hit me, I’m going to drop you.” At that he calmed down. However, he did not stop his cheerful hum, as he swung his legs in the air.

You couldn’t help but think how adorable Floyd was in your arms.

And you were also very pleased that you had easily cheered him up with carrying him like this.

(You couldn’t say the same for most of the Night Raven College students though.

Floyd, as himself was dangerous enough.

Floyd, when defending you? He was even worse.

Now they find out that the person everyone assumed was Floyd’s weakness was actually insanely strong enough to bridal carry a 191 centimetre tall menace?

‘Monsters, both of them.’ was the terrified thought of every single NRC student who pressed themselves up against the walls at the sight of you strutting about with Floyd in your arms, barely winded.)

“Shrimpy...” he looked at you with glowing eyes--and your heart felt at ease as you see that Floyd was no longer feeling upset. “How are you carrying me?”

“I’ve always been strong.” you shrugged.

“You never told me though.” Floyd looked like he wilted at the thought and you couldn’t help but rush to assure him.

“It’s sort of like... when you had to explain magic to me. It’s difficult to explain something you’ve always known you had.” Floyd tilted his head at your response, eyes glimmered briefly in understanding. Floyd had always been smarter than people gave him credit for.

“So, how much more do you think you can carry?”

“Well I don’t know about that but I can...” you told him how much you were able to lug around back in your world, and a mischievous glow entered Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m not entertaining it.”

“Awww, but shrimpy! It will be worth it!” he pouted, and heart struck by how adorable he looked, you sighed.

“Alright, I’ll hear you out.”

“Hey, do you think you could carry Jade and I on either of your shoulders?” You paused, and looked at him in a contemplative manner.

“What in Atlantis, are you doing?” Azul’s shriek pierced the air.

“Oh... oh my.”

“Wahaha! Shrimpy quick! Pick up Azul too!”

Just as you were about to call out to Jamil, you noticed that his movements weren’t as smooth as it usually was--nor did they have Jamil’s typical grace. You frowned at that.

Jamil had the habit of overworking himself.

You were worried that he had done so--again.

Jamil raised a hand to his head, and sighed. His head pounded--a reminder that he hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night.

He was lucky that he had enough control of himself that none of the teachers noticed the way his attention slipped.

No one ever noticed.

Jamil had done his job well--he was ‘normal’ enough in the eyes of his professors and peers that his slightest missteps, and delayed answers were just a part of his ‘regular’ behavior.

‘I’ll have to convince Kalim to sleep earlier tonight if I want to perform at my one-hundred percent best tomorrow.’ he raised a hand to his temple, and massaged it. His eyes fluttered close as he pressed his knuckles against his forehead--alleviating the irritating feeling even for a little while.

“--are you okay?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, and he instinctively gave you a small smile.

“Ah, [Name].” he nodded his head, “just a slight headache really.”

“It doesn’t look like a slight headache.” you peered at him thoughtfully. He gazed back at you, confused--did you--?

“Alright, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” you suddenly decided, and Jamil’s eyebrows raised in response.

“You--I’m fine, [Name].” he let out a soft chuckle. “There’s no need to worry.”

“You aren’t walking like you normally do.” he froze at your observation. “And you keep touching your head too.” you bit your lip, and the worry on your expression made Jamil’s heart skip a beat. “I’m worried Jamil.”

You--you noticed.

You--you paid attention... to him.

“You... noticed?” In his surprise, those words slipped out of Jamil’s mouth. You looked at him, and frowned.

“Of course I did--I.. I’m always looking out for you. Now let me take you to the infirmary.” You said firmly. Jamil stared at you--a little dazed, he’s not sure if it’s because he was genuinely not feeling well--or if he was stunned that you had chosen to look out for how he felt.

His feelings had always been second, if not disregarded so--

To know that you were concerned about how he felt...

It felt...

It felt... good.

When you pulled him into a bridal carry, it pulled him out of his stupor, and he flinched in your arms.

“What the... why are... how are you carrying me?” Jamil--speechless--now wasn’t that a sight to see? He always seemed so prepared, calm, and ready for anything Kalim threw his way. Yet for once, you’ve surprised him--so much so that he showed you such an unguarded expression. Eyes wide, and mouth hung open. You couldn’t help but giggle at it.

“I’m carrying you because if I don’t physically take you to the infirmary, you won’t go.” you paused, “and I can carry you because I’m just that strong.”

“That is...” his dazed expression sharpened, “please put me down. I can take care of myself.”

“No way Jamil, you’re terrible at caring for yourself.” you huffed in response, “so as your girlfriend, it’s my job to carry for you.” He twitched, one of his hands instinctively grabbed for his hood--you could see the slightest red on his cheeks, and that’s enough for you to grin goofily.

“You always take care of us, Jamil.” you added, “let me take care of you for once.” His flush darkened, and he did his best to hide his face--but unfortunately for him--well, he was in your arms.

You had a perfect view of his true feelings.

“Sorcerer...” he cursed softly in embarrassment.

You had a way with pushing past his defenses with that adorable expression of yours.

“Fine.” he said, grudgingly. “but Kalim better not see... this.”

“I’ll do my best.” you said, as solemn as possible, despite the wide grin that grew on your face. Jamil pulled up his hood and turned away from your face (as much as possible while in your arms). You tightened your hold on him briefly.

You hoped he understood what you wanted to say--

That you cared about how he felt--and that you always would.

There’s a dramatic gasp from somewhere behind you, and Jamil twitched.

“OH NO! JAMIL! WHAT HAPPENED!”

Jamil sighed, and sagged in your arms.

“I’m unconscious.”

“Sure, love.”

“Alright, since you all have a pretty good grasp on how to fly, you’re free to do what you want.” Professor Vargas grinned at the elated cheers of his students. “Just don’t get too close to the school or else Professor Trein will have my hide...”

Epel peered at you.

“You can ride with me if you want.” he offered, but you shook your head.

“We haven’t tackled double riding yet.” you said, and you nervously looked down. “and I prefer my feet on the ground until then.”

Because you didn’t have magic, and you refused to trust Grim with a broom--you managed to convince Crowley to write Vargas that you weren’t allowed to participate in Flying classes.

That didn’t stop Grim from attempting chaos with Ace and Deuce though.

“If you’re sure.” Epel frowned, “It’s very fun [Name].”

“Yup, I’m sure. Maybe next time? I’ll cheer you on though.”

That’s how Epel found himself high up in the sky. When he looked down, you immediately noticed and waved up at him enthusiastically. He gave a brief wave back, before he began to play around in the sky. He did quick, full loops that made him laugh in exhilaration. He played around, and tested to see if he could do some tricks from some videos he saw on the MagiCam...

On your end, you couldn’t help but just smile fondly at the way Epel laughed and enjoyed himself in the sky. You felt a little envious--who wouldn’t? While it was sad that you were the only one in the whole school who couldn’t do magic--it was another thing all together when you see Epel smile.

His smile made all of your negative feelings melt away.

You could content yourself with watching him enjoy himself in the sky.

‘If I told him he was cute, he would get furious with me.’ you sighed, but you smile anyways, ‘it’s still one of the things I adore about him.’ Your eyes wandered away from Epel as you saw a bunch of your other roughhousing with each other.

‘Geez...’ You turned your head to Professor Vargas who wasn’t paying attention to the sky. “Professor Vargas.”

“Hm?” he looked up, only to pale immediately. “Student falling!” You turned your head, and you expected to see the students messing with each other but--

It’s Epel!

You bolted upright.

One second, Epel was doing tricks in the air--and in the next--he was promptly pushed off his broom. In his surprise, he didn’t even try to grasp at his broom.

‘Ah, shit.’

Epel swore internally.

“Epel!” He twisted his head in your direction and realized you were running toward him frantically. He panicked as you readied yourself to catch him.

“Wait [Name]--”

With a hard thud--he fell right into your arms--and you only had to adjust your stance to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the ground as his weight settled in your arms. His eyes snapped open (when had he even closed them?) as he felt your arms wrap around his back and legs.

“Gotcha.” you sighed in relief, while Epel stared at you--stunned.

“[Name]...” he looked at you with wide eyes, and an open mouth. You’re sure if Vil was here, he would get ticked off that Epel was using his face for such a terrible expression. “you--how’d you--”

“Never mind that.” you exhaled. You fell to your knees as the adrenaline rush left you. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Epel said, baffled. “I... since when were you so strong?”

“I always was. I just... never really... thought to say anything?” you shrugged.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you looked at him, a little nervous. You knew how much Epel wanted to be taken seriously, and it was partly the reason why you didn’t want to tell him that you were insanely strong.

“Well... I... that is... I was worried what you would think.” Epel studied your expression, before a warm smile spread on his lips.

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“We could train together!” when you looked up, you noticed that Epel had a particularly fired up expression on his face.

“You’re not mad...?”

“No?” Epel tilted his head, “I’m happy! This means you could give me tips on how to be stronger! We can be strong together!” Epel smiled widely. You’re struck by how beautiful this boy was (thought let him never know you though that).

“I... yes!”

Epel gave you a sweet smile in response.

You felt your heart warm at the tenderness in his expression--a sight he rarely showed anyone... anyone except you, of course.

“Together alright?”

“Together!”

"Mon amour, quick~ Catch me~”

You immediately dropped the book, and prepared yourself.

In the next second--Rook landed in your arms. He turned to you with a pleased glow.

“So you are strong enough to carry me~” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Fascinating~”

“Yeah... I guess so.” you looked at him, perplexed.

“So why the sudden jump into my arms?”

“I just felt like it.” Rook hummed, as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh well... can I let you go?” you asked, your eyes fell on the book that had toppled to the ground at Rook’s sudden attack.

“Hm... no.” Rook’s lips curled up.

“Fair enough.” you sighed. “If I bend down, do you think you could pick up the book and put it back up on the self then?”

“Oh? You think you could do that?” there’s an interested but knowing gleam in Rook’s eyes. Likely chance, he already knew that much about you--and was just waiting to see if his assumptions were correct.

“I can try.” you offered, as you began to bend slightly for him to grab the book.

Most people found talking to Rook unnerving--primarily because there was always that certain... analytical look in his eyes. It would always feel as if he was studying you--trying to understand... all of you, really.

“Come to think of it...” Rook turned to look at you, patient. “How’d you figure out that I could do this?” You moved your arms slightly.

Rook only smiled in response.

You stared back--halfway between amused and confused.

“...”

“...?”

“....~”

“Yeah okay fine.” you sighed, and his smug aura somehow intensified...? “I guess I don’t want to know.”

There were a lot of things you still didn’t know about Rook.

Despite his... ah... love for learning(?) about other people--he was tight lipped about himself. Even to you.

“I’m glad we came to an agreement.” he patted your shoulder. When he moved to get out of your arms, your grip tightened and his eyes slid open to look at you.

Even if he was private about himself though...

You made it your personal mission to understand him--to learn more about him.

“Ohohoh~ Mon amour~ What are you doing~?”

“I think I’ll hold onto my boyfriend a little longer, you know~?” Your lips curled. “It’s time for me to learn about you.”

“You can try.” Rook smirked back.

That’s what he liked about you after all.

You didn’t think he was strange. You thought of his actions as a challenge to learn about him--just as he learnt about you.

“Hello [Name]~”

You looked up to see that Lilia hung, suspended upside down in midair again. His headphones were on, he had his controllers in hand--and he seemed to be playing a first person magic shooter game. He floated lower, just so you could reach him--and give him a greeting kiss on the cheek. You turned to the monitor curiously as Lilia finished beating up another player.

“How are you playing that upside down?”

“I call it upping the difficulty level~” Lilia laughed, as his thumbs moved across the controller in rapid speed.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll fall?”

“Nonsense.” Lilia shook his head, his short hair fell around his face. “I’ll handle it.”

“Right. I’ll be back with food then.”

“Please get me tomato juice!” he called out as he focused back on the screen. He floated low, as he planned to sit himself down onto the couch upon your return.

“Who was that?” a voice on the call asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Lilia said, and the voice that had ask--Idia that is--huffed in response.

“Could it be... your mom?” Lilia chuckled at that, but not for the reasons that his teammates believed.

“Could be a sister.” another one suggested.

“Or maybe... a girlfriend?”

“WHAT!”

At the suddenness of the shout, Lilia flinched in surprise and dropped down onto the ground. He had pretty sensitive ears--and since Idia (not that knew LilV and Lilia Vanrouge were one and the same--) had the bright idea to shout into the mic--it definitely messed with Lilia’s concentration.

However, instead of falling down to the ground--Lilia found himself caught... in your arms. You looked at him with a ‘I told you so’ expression, only to be caught up by his expression.

He gazed at you with surprise written all over his expression--from the way his brows were raised, to the glitter in his eyes and his slack jaw. It was certainly one you’ve never seen before--because there was little that could surprise Lilia these days. When he blinked away his stupor, he noticed the curiosity on your expression. ‘Why did you fall?’ your expression asked.

He pointed out at Idia’s name on the screen. Your brows rose.

“Idia yelled into the mic.” Lilia explained with a light chuckle after he made sure his mic was muted. He bore no ill will to the Ignihyde Dorm Leader. In fact, Lilia found him absolutely hilarious.

“They can’t seem to believe I have a lover~” Lilia giggled, and you shook your head--amused.

“--THAT’S TOTALLY UNFAIR.” Idia whined, and their other teammates either agreed or laughed along. “If there’s a god out there... please nuke LilV. He’s gotten too lucky--”

“Does... does he still not know?” you wondered, and Lilia stuck his tongue out mischievously.

“Well... he doesn’t go out much and I don’t really talk to him in school...”

“Fair.” you conceded, with an amused smile, as Idia cried about needing to plead with the Evening Star harder.

“On the subject of not knowing,” Lilia raised a brow. “I know I’m not exactly light and yet...” He crossed his arms as he stared up at you curiously.

“Oh... well, I’ve always been strong?” you said, unsure of where this was going.

“Intriguing!” Lilia hummed as he happily snuggled into your arms. “In that case, I should try falling into your arms more often!~”

“Please don’t.”

“I won’t hurt myself.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll automatically stop worrying, Lilia.”

Lilia peered up at you with curious eyes. You gazed back, and he realized that you were every bit serious about what you said.

“Sometimes I find it interesting how humans seem so much more mature than most faeries at my age.” Lilia mused.

“Well, we are forced to mature faster.” You pointed out.

Lilia hummed in a contemplative manner.

“In that case, would you carry me like this whenever I want?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “It won’t really bother me.”

“Excellent, shall we remain like this for the night, then?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The two of you shared a happy smile, as you settled in for the night.

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burning-omen · 4 years

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Peace Was Never An Option

Request by @salc0re: aa, hi! I just read some your xmen stuff and it's so good! I was wondering if I could request something with needy Peter Maximoff but reader is busy and has been ignoring himso he's basically been irrating and teasing them all day? Smut or fluff, I don't mind! Thanks xx

Summary: Reader needs to work but Peter needs attention

Peter Maximoff x Male!Reader

Warning: Fluff with a lil angst

Peter wasn’t easily frustrated- Well, that’s not true at all but he isn’t usually easy to push to a point of extreme frustration.

He loves you, so he tries to be patient when you're working out of basic respect but after not saying a word to you for three days he didn’t think he could handle being separated from you any longer. So he went out and searched for you.

Running all throughout X-mansion before finally finding you in the infirmary, bandaging Remy’s left arm, an abundance of minorly hurt X-Men standing in a loose line all leading to the desk you and Remy were both leaning on. You looked up at him for a moment, flashing a brief smile before looking back down. You pushed the gauze down gently, making it stick to itself. Remy winced a bit, pulling his arm to himself quickly.

“Sorry, just making sure it stays..” you told him, patting him on the shoulder as he stood up and walked away.

Muttering a quick “Hey Peter,” as he slid passed him by the door.

Peter only hummed in response. Leaning against the door frame, his cheeks a bright red color as he watched you greet Scott as he sat leaned next to you, telling you about the stitches on his side coming undone again.

He grew more and more frustrated the longer Scott spoke to you. Peter doesn’t think he’s the possessive type but it’s been days. You’re talking to people you hardly know(that’s not true, you’re very accustomed to almost all of the X-men.) more than you’re talking to your own boyfriend. And he oh so desperately wanted to pull you away for his own selfish needs but you were busy and people were hurt.

So he watched as you took patient after patient, writing something he couldn’t see on a paper in between.

By the time you were done he was sitting on the ground with him back against the wall, staring lazily at you as you walked Bobby to the door, telling him to be more careful next time. He nodded, glancing down at Peter then up at you before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Peter stood in a moment, wrapping his arms around you quickly and resting his head on your shoulder.

“(Y/n), I missed you…” he mumbled quietly.

You smiled down at him, hugging him back tightly.

“I know I’ve been...absent lately, I’ve just been busy. I still am, I have a shit ton of paperwork to fill out-” you heard him groan into your shoulder, gently hitting his head against it. “-I know, it’ll only take a few minutes, 30 at the very most, can you wait a little bit longer? Please?”

He groaned again. Holding onto you tightly but not saying a word as he relaxed against you.

After a few seconds of quietly holding each other he spoke.

“Maybe… but I’m not going to make this easy for you!”

You grinned down at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before letting him go and walking back to your seat. Peter followed after you, sitting on the floor next to you while resting his head on your thigh.

“Really, Peter?”

He nodded, gesturing for you to continue your work.

You rolled your eyes with a soft smile then looked to the list of names you’d created while helping the others. You needed to take a note about what was wrong with each of them so it could go in their files. Before you could even start the first one you felt a quick jolt against your leg, meaning Peter had gone, done something, and came back all in less than a second.

“Peter?”

He just hummed against your thigh.

“What did you do?”

“Just a little something to the cameras…”

The security cameras, they were in every public room, including this one. You looked up at the only to see them both horribly wrapped with bandages. You groaned then looked down at Peter, who was grinning up at you.

“Peter, I need those..”

He let out a quiet laugh but, surprisingly, said nothing.

You continued working, looking at the first name on your list.

‘Kurt Wagner: Sprain tail???’

You wrote down the things he told you and what you did to help on a blank sheet of paper before sitting it to the side. You repeated this process for the next 5 names and would have kept going if Peter hadn’t interrupted.

He stood suddenly, not saying a word as he turned to you. Before you could ask him what’s wrong he was in your lap, his arms and legs wrapped around your torso as he gripped your lab coat tightly. Only letting go for a quick moment to pull your coat farther around both of you. Not so effectively hiding himself in it. You could hear him giggling to himself.

He was warm, he always was. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, Peter was always warm. Sometimes unreasonably so. But not now. You missed him, a lot. You wanted to push your work to the side and just be with him but you couldn’t, you had to do the work now or you wouldn’t do it at all.

So instead of giving in to his warm embrace you readjusted so you could keep working. You could feel it, his unbridled frustration. Even though you couldn’t see him you knew he was doing his cute little angry face at you.

You got through a few more names like that, but his peace didn’t last long, especially when he was being ignored.

You didn’t get a chance to react to the frustrated groan he gave before you were suddenly being touched. Peter reached under your shirt and gently drew little circles on your back, then your sides but stopped at your chest. Placing his hand flat on you before slowly dragging it downward.

“Peter, baby, I’m still working..”

He placed a kiss in the center of your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing, just barely dipping under, your waistband. He pulled back, still holding your shirt up with one of his hands. He sighed softly, looking up at you with a flicker of desperation in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/n.” He muttered before leaving a long trail of kisses and small bites on your chest.

“Peter, just give me a few more minutes and I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

He sighed again, dropping your shirt and laying his head on your chest. He yanked your lab coat back closed, hiding himself again. You started writing again, Peter lightly tapping his feet against your back from the strange position he’d gotten himself into under your coat. When you were finally done you leaned back in your chair. Pulling your coat open you looked down at Peter and, just as you thought he would, he stared up at you with a clearly frustrated face. You grinned down at him, which only upset him further.

“Stop it..” he muttered, turning to hide his face in your shirt.

“You wanted my attention and now that I’m done, you have it.”

Peter immediately perked up, pulling back to look at you, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

“Really?”

You nodded and his smile only got wider.

“No secret, surprise extra work you’re not telling me about?”

“None, I’m yours and yours alone for the next few days.”

The way his face lit up when you told him that would stay in your mind for a very, very long time.

Hank would be taking over for you while you took a short break from doctoring to relax and spend some more time with Peter.

You hooked your arm under him and lifted him up as you stood. He was light, which was mildly concerning seeing as he definitely wasn’t this light last time you picked him up.

“You haven’t been keeping up with your metabolism, have you?” you muttered quietly in his ear.

He laid his head on your shoulder

“I’ve been busy.”

“Oh really? Busy doing what?”

‘Laying around your room, waiting for you to come back’

“...Nothing important..”

By the time you carried Peter back to your room (much to his embarrassment) you were ready to drop. Being one of the X-men’s only doctors was a tiring job and after having to sit in an uncomfortable and cheap desk chair the entire time you figured you were done for the day.

Kicking the door closed behind you, walked over to your shared bed and dropped him on it. You watched him squirm and roll around for a moment, he’d semi effectively covered himself up. You sighed, letting yourself fall forward, landing next to him on the bed.

After a few moments of silence passed you turned to him, resting your head on your hand.

“So..you wanna talk about what happened today?”

He turned to you, a confused look on his face.

“What happened?”

“You don’t usually mess with me while I’m at work. What changed today?”

Peter may be a troublemaker but he knew not to bother you at work. He knew he should’ve bothered you today, but he did despite his better judgment.

“I just…” he took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before speaking. “...I missed you. A lot.”

“Peter, I could be standing right next to you and you’d miss me..”

“No! Not like how I normally miss you! Recently it’s just felt like work has been the most important thing to you. You work all day and when you come home you're too tired to even talk to me. It’s like you're not even here…”

He stopped, pulling his cover over his head with a frustrated groan.

“Peter…”

He didn’t respond.

You moved so that you could wrap your arms around him, pulling him on top of you, you held him tightly.

“Baby, can you hear me?”

You saw the cover he’d swaddled himself in move in a way that looked like a nod.

“Okay, I know I haven’t said this enough recently but you are the most important thing in my life. You mean more to me than anything else in this world and on any other world out there. I know I’ve been busy and I know I haven’t been talking to you, it's why I’m taking some time off. I want to be here with you. I’m going to try and take a few less hours, alright? I’ll be less tired that way and I’ll have more free time. Then I swear that I’ll show you how much I love you.”

You felt Peter move on top of you. He stuck his head out of the blanket, staring back at you with a soft smile.

“Promise?”

You held up you hand, holding out you pinky to him.

He gasped dramatically.

“Pinky promise!?”

“Yes, this pinky is for you.”

He laughed. Wrapping his pinky around yours and shaking them before letting go.

“Now you have to, or I’ll bite off your pinky!”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Bet!”

With that he attempted to attack your hand, his attempts soon turned into a tickling-with-a-dash-of-biting fight which ended with all of you pillows and covers on the floor and you and Peter giggling happily at each other.

After you’d settled down you’d turned back to Peter, when he looked over at you you took this as an opportunity. Cupping his cheek gently you pulled him closer, laying a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back, Finn feeling that gentle happiness he’d been kissing rise in his chest as he kissed you, again and again and again.

He felt content, and loved.

And after a moment of silently holding each other you asked him a question.

“So why did you cover the cameras in my office?”

He laughed. “I really, really didn’t want whoever was on security to see me attempt and seduce you into coming home with me..”

“Oh, and here I thought you were completely shameless.”

“I am...sometimes..”

“Yeah, I know..”

He sighed happily, finally settling in your arms.

After a long moment of silence he’d drifted off to sleep, you followed soon after.

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bl597 · 4 years

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Hi love💕 I love your writings so much ahhhh and if you are still taking requests I would love a Fred or George fic where they are in Hogwarts and the reader (hopefully a Hufflepuff!) is two years below them, they are dating but reader is insecure because she thinks he is popular and she’s just an ordinary puff? And he didn’t help because his flirty nature, but he realize it’s hurting her and scared that he’ll lose her to another boy, anyways angst with a very fluffy ending? Thank you so much❤️

hello, my love! thank you aa ❤️❤️ i'm so sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it! 💞

warnings: agnsty but then fluffy ok, fem!hufflepuff!reader, the words 'fucking' and 'dumbass' like once or two times, kind of shitty just like my other pieces :p, did this with my boi Freddie bc I already have two imagines in mind for Georgie yeehaw, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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You were now with Hannah and Susan, your best friends and housemates, discussing about the next Hogsmeade trip and what you three would do or buy there. Susan was excitedly talking about a new candy in Honeydukes, saying she wanted to try it when loud voices and cheering approached the corridor you three were sitting. Confusedly, you looked up, seeing the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few other people – mostly girls – surrounding them with dreamy smiles.

You smiled widely when you noticed your favourite ginger in the whole world in the middle of the crowd, but it soon disappeared from your face when you saw he wasn't alone. A girl, probably a 7th year, was shamelessly flirting with him, her arms wrapped around his left arm, a cheeky smile on her lips.

“You're so handsome, Freddie” you heard her saying with a squeaky, annoying voice, giggling.

“I have my charms, darling” he winked at her with a smirk and you felt your heart sink, the ghost of your smile completely leaving your face now.

Being a little younger and in a different house while dating Fred was something you were a bit insecure about. You were scared he would leave you for some older and more beautiful girl, probably a Gryffindor. You knew it was silly, since he always assured you that you were the only on in his heart, but his flirty nature wasn't really a big help. He flirted with everyone, even if just joking, but the main problem was that some girl actually flirted back, even though they knew about your relationship.

He was a Quidditch player and was really popular around the castle, so it was normal to see lots of people fangirling over him and George all the time, some even confessing to them and everything. And that made you feel insecure. I mean, you were just a 5th year Hufflepuff, you were just you and he is Fred fucking Weasley, the Gryffindor's team beater and one of the Weasley twins. He deserved someone way much cooler than just you.

“If you excuse me now, lady, I'll see my girl” you heard him say before heading towards you and your friends with a smile on his face.

“Afternoon, ladies” he greeted the girls, who just said a quiet 'hi', and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placing a small kiss on your cheek “Afternoon, my love”

“Hey, Fred” you spoke softly, giving him a half-smile.

“Missed you today” he pouted, giving your cheek another kiss

“Missed you too” you replied, giggling a little before looking at the watch on your wrist, fake gasping as if you forgot something important “Hannah, Susan, we promised to help professor Sprout after class, remember?”

They looked a bit confused at first, but soon understood and smiled, getting up “I was almost forgetting about it!” Susan exclaimed.

“Guess we should get going now” said Hannah.

“Sorry, love” you said to Fred, giving him a quick peck on the lips before getting up with the girls “See you later?”

“Oh" he seemed upset, but nodded, smiling quietly “Of course. See ya”

Waving him goodbye, you left with the girls. You didn't know why you did this, you just needed some time alone. You were sad because of earlier, jealousy and insecurity taking control of your body. Seeing Fred upset just made you feel so terrible for doing it to him, but for now you needed some time, you would talk to him later.

“Care to explain why you did that?” Hannah asked when you were out of Fred's sight.

“I don't know, I feel so stupid now. Did you see his face when we left?” you whined, considering coming back and apologize to him.

“Is that because of that Ravenclaw girl?” Susan asked quietly and you nodded slowly.

You didn't notice when, but you were already on the Hufflepuff common room, heading to your dorm with Hannah and Susan in front of you. You then threw yourself in your bed, face buried in your pillow. “Do you think he would prefer to be with her? Like, she's beautiful and older and she's a Ravenclaw, she must be really smart” your voice came out muffled because of the pillow, but apparently the girls understood it.

“Of course not, (Y/n/n)” they said in unison, sitting on the bed beside you.

“You're amazing, and he would have to be really dumb to break up with someone as fantastic as you” you heard Susan's kind voice, her hand caressing your back softly.

“But he flirted back” you lifted your head from the pillow and then sat up “I mean, he flirts with everybody, I'm not even sure if he really likes me”

“Are you joking?!” Hannah exclaimed, making you and Susan look at her “You've been together for over a year and besides, have you seen the way that dumbass looks at you?! He looks at you as if you were the most precious and beautiful thing in the whole world, he literally gives you heart eyes, you blind little shit! Trust me when I say he would never leave you for some other girl.”

Your eyes then filled with tears, guilty flooding your body when you remember how shitty you treated Fred a few minutes ago because you were jealous. “I'm so idiot”

“Shut up, you're not” Susan said “You should talk to him about it, you know”

Nodding quietly, you smiled at them two. “I'll do it after dinner. Thanks.”

During dinner you were a little quieter than usual, but still chatted with your friends. You were staring at Justin's dirty nose, trying to hide your laughter while drinking your pumpkin juice.

“What is it, (Y/l/n)? Am I so good-looking you can't take your eyes off of me?” he asked chuckling and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You wish, Finch-Fletchley” you replied “Your nose is dirty, did ya know it?”

When you were about to hand him a napkin, two strong arms were wrapped around your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise. “Bloody hell!” You didn't even need to turn around to see it was Fred, his laugh and his cologne announcing it was him. “I almost had a heart attack, you prat!”

“Always a drama queen, aren't you?” he joked, taking your hand in his before turning to your friends “If you excuse me now, I'll steal my girlfriend for a while”

You got up with a silly smile on your face, seeing Susan's and Hannah's reassuring smiles before you started following Fred. He seemed nervous, so you squeezed his hand to let him know you were here for him, which made him give you a half heartedly smile while leading you to Merlin knows where. He finally stopped when you two reached a desert corridor.

“I have something to ask you” he said nervously, which was really weird since he's always so out going and confident all the time.

“Go on” you spoke quietly, getting nervous as well.

“Earlier today” he started “were you ignoring me? Like, when I arrived where you and the girls were you looked a little sad and cold towards me and then left as soon as possible. Did something happen?”

You didn't know what to answer, your mouth opened and closed while trying to let the words leave it, but they never did. He looked hurt and that broke your heart. You even though about lying and saying everything was fine, but you decided against it and realised it was better if he knew how you feel, because it's unfair of your part to keep things as secrets and then treat him badly because of it later.

Sighing, you looked at him “Actually, yes, there is something that have been bothering me for a while”

“What is it, love? Please tell me” he asked, holding your hands in his, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I saw that Ravenclaw girl flirting with you earlier and it made me upset because I thought you would prefer her since she's older and more beautiful than me, then I got insecure about it and you flirted back and-”

He cut you off by softly pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, his hands resting on your hips as your hands found their way to his soft hair. You two slowly pulled apart after a few minutes so you could breathe again, resting your forehead against each other's with a soft smile on both your faces. He carefully cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“She's absolutely nothing compared to you, princess” he said “You're the only one I see and will always be. I'm really sorry if I hurt you, it wasn't my intention.”

“I know, I'm sorry for not telling you about it” you quietly said, smiling softly at him “I love you, Freddie”

His eyes widened in surprise, a huge smile forming itself on his swollen lips as he connected your lips again in a soft yet long kiss, both of you smiling in the middle of the kiss. It was the first time you said I love you and you couldn't think of a better time to say it, you have been dating for over one year and you were more than sure about your feelings for Fred.

“I love you too” he replied when you pulled apart again, peppering your face with little kisses “So, so much. Please don't ever doubt that, my lovely baby”

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twihard-diehard · 3 years

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What if the cliff diving went different?

This is pretty long, here's the Ao3 if you'd prefer.

When Bella woke up, she knew something was wrong. She tried to remember what led her to this place and all she could recall was jumping from somewhere. Now she was somewhere she shouldn’t be there were people she knew and people she didn’t. She seemed to be in a bed and breakfast. Once she feltlike she couldn’t stay in bed anymore she left the room. There were pirates, Victorian ladies, characters from books she’d once read.

She decided to leave the building and there was a river around the place and aa small area of green grass and then a forest. It was nice that this forest wasn’t scary like most of her nightmares. She felt like someone was following her but when she turned around no one was there. So, she kept exploring and finally she seemed to see people.

They were all fuzzy and sort of see through and they all seemed to be asking he same questions, why did you do it, do feel better, are you crazy, when are you coming back? Several of them seemed to be her dad, others seemed to be people from school, Mike, Jess, Angela, and a much smaller number seemed to be her mom. Was it sad that that didn’t surprise her? No, though it was pretty sad. She realized in that moment that she was ready to leave her mom behind, too bad that future was taken from her too. Finally as she started to stumble and curl up; a pair of arms picked her up. She would know that smell anywhere, it was her favorite smell, Edward. He carried her back towards the bed and breakfast and then she was on the grass and he was gone. She looked for him but he wasn’t there so she fell asleep again.

“How long until she wakes up,” Charlie demanded, once again, not that anyone listened. All they told him was they were waiting on a specialist to arrive. The way they said it made Charlie sure he knew who the specialist was and he wasn’t thrilled. He remembered how he ended up here in the first place….

“Hey, Charlie,” Alice’s soft voice broke his reverie. He just wanted to come home and Have dinner with Bella, maybe she’d have lasagna ready. She really dd make it the best it even beat his mom’s. This wasn’t good, if Alice was back were others back?

“Alice, is anyone else here?”

“No just me Charlie. I was just coming to see how you were. Any idea where Bella is?”

“She’s not here,” now she had his attention. She should be home she hadn’t seen her or Jacob in ages. He stomped past her and opened the door, holding open so she could come in too. He didn’t take anything off, her being here and Bella not being here seemed foreboding at best. So he stomped into the kitchen and picked up the phone. He called Billy’s house first.

“Hey, Chief Swan,” it was one of Jake’s friends.

He knew this voice, “Oh, hey Sam. Do you know where Jake and Bella are?”

“They aren’t there?”

“No, why would I call if they were here. Any idea what they were up to today?”

“Yeah, they were going to go cliff jumping. Charlie, get an ambulance down to First Beach as fast as you can. I’m going to go down and see if their there But I’m worried.”

“Charlie, want me to drive?”

Charlie looked up as he hung the phone up and lost it. He clung to her, god she was cold to the touch, and he cried. First his best friend, now his daughter who decided to go cliff jumping was missing. Finally after what seemed ages, he whispered, “Yes please. Hospital first, take the cruiser so we can speed. Hospital first and then First Beach.”

“Okay,” then she all but carried him to the car. She was in faster than should have been possible but he was under strain so maybe she wasn’t. Then again, it took less than one minute to get to the hospital. She said she’d stay in the car while he ran into the hospital.

Then they were at First Beach and Same was leading them down to the beach. There were two bodies on the ground. Charlie was only barely able to hide the hysteria “Sam they aren’t, are they?”

“No Charlie they’re alive. I think they are both in comas,” Sam answered and then it seemed like his lips were moving but he didn’t say anything.

It was all a blur until this moment. The buzzing and beeping and chaos was all that kept him grounded. He was sitting here with two very broken teenagers. Billy was trying to help Sue out because her kids were not handling Harry’s passing well. Alice had stayed by his side almost constantly. She only left twice, both for a phone call, neither lasted more than a minute.

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Leave it to Bella to cause this much chaos. That was all Alice could think when she had the vision.

“If Edward calls, tell him to get to Forks as fast as he possibly can. When Carlisle and Esme get back tell them we’re going to need him in Forks too,” Alice said swiftly as she threw some cash and a change of clothes into a bag.

“Great what in the hell did that stupid human do now?”

“Rose, if you don’t drop it I’ll walk away from you for a decade,” Emmett said. Alice was only mildly shocked, it had been coming because Rose kept muttering about the ‘stupid girl’ and Emmett kept growling.

“What?!”

“I said, disparage my lil sis one more time and I will walk away for a decade. I’m not dealing with it anymore. It because of that kind of bullshit that we ended up here in the first place. So you will stop, and you won’t do it mentally either, that girl is part of this family and I am part of this family and if you cannot see it then maybe you need a break from us,” Emmett said with quiet vehemence. Alice was really shocked because he was the only way she was going to get her head on straight and he almost never stood up to his ‘savior,’ so he must really care.

While the shock on Rose’s face held, Emmett turned to Alice, “Can I come? I want to be there if she’s hurt.”

Alice held up a finger and played through all the possibilities, he seemed to disappear in several of them, “Fine, BUT you have to keep your temper under control, there are things I can’t understand at play right now so we have to be cautious.”

“You’re not serious!”

“Yes, Rose I am. You stay here with Jasper and pack up the house. If things are this bad I think we’re moving back to Forks,” Emmett said soft but with no room for argument. And then they were out the door and on the road.

“No one is here,” Alice said as she came back out of the house. “I think Charlie’s down on the reservation, I lost his trail at the line,” Emmett said as he sat with her on the steps to wait, “Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure, did you smell or sense anything else? Yeah, it was like wet dog but stronger.”

“Hm, I’d have to ask Carlisle or Rose but I think that the wolves are back,” Alice said questioningly, “That would explain her sudden disappearance.”

Just then the phone rang. Alice picked it up, “Hey Rose.”

“I’m sorry. Can you tell Emmett that?”

“Yeah, anything else?”

“Oh, right, Edward is headed that way. Carlilse was finally within cell range and we got ahold of him but they’re still a few hours out. Any idea what’s happening?”

“No, not yet. Oh, wait I hear his cruiser. I’m going to go, I’ll let you know once I know something.”

Emmett went to sit in the car. Probably better for Charlie to just see me first me reasoned. God, Charlie looked terrible, did something happen to Bella was all Alice wanted to say but instead she said, “Hey, Charlie.”

“Alice, I wasn’t expecting you. Why hasn’t Bella let you in?”

“She’s not here Charlie,” that seemed to pull him out of his reverie. He looked at the street and finally registered her truck missing. He rushed past her and opened the door, though he paused to let Alice in.

He rushed to the kitchen and made a call, Alice put the number in her phone.

“Hey, Sam,” Charlie muttered, “Have you seen Jake or Bella?”

It was faint but Alice could still here the other side of the conversation, “No, they went cliff diving today. Aren’t they there?”

“No.”

Muttered curses, “Charlie, I think you need to get an ambulance and head to first beach I’ll go ahead of you.”

Alice tucked out as Charlie hung up the phone and dialed the number back quickly, “Sam, you don’t know me but I’m sure you hate me. Please hear me out before you hang up.”

Sam growled but listened.

“Carlisle can treat Jacob without the need to take him to the hospital, I’m sure that will help prevent questions about your physiology,” Sam made a noise that sounded like consent. “So, if you get there and there is an issue, hide Jake. And please allow me, Emmett, and Carlisle onto the reservation to help you move them. Emmett will meet you at First Beach.”

She heard Emmett get out of the car and shoot back towards the reservation. Then she returned to the kitchen and carried Charlie to the cruiser and rushed him to the hospital. While he was inside he called Carlisle.

“Hey, it looks like she and one of the wolves went cliff diving and no one has heard from them in hours, leave the packing to everyone else and get here.”

Carlisle while shocked got out, “Okay, I’m leaving now. I’m dropping the phone explain to Esme.”

“Alice?”

“I think something happened to Bella and Jacob. Apparently, the kids on the reservation are turning into wolves again. You guys pack cup and get here when you can but I needed Carlisle now.”

“Okay, see you soon. Keep me updated.”

As soon as she hung up she called Edward, “Hey, where are you?”

“Halfway through Arizona. What happened?”

“Jacob is a wolf and has been taking care of Bella. Charlie said he’s starting to heal the holes she’s got. However, today they went cliff diving, and no one has heard from them in quite some time. Charlie’s walking back out of the hospital after getting an ambulance, Emmett is on his way to first beach and Carlisle is on his way here to be of any assistance he can be. We could use you.”

“Shit, I should be there by dawn,” Edward growled and he hung up as Charlie got back in the cruiser.

“Okay let’s go,” he said in a defeated tone.

“She’s okay Charlie,” Alice said reassuringly.

Just then her phone rang, “Hey Emmett what’s up?”

“They were both on the beach. I think they are in comas. They are breathing but totally unresponsive past that. Sam and I are going to carry Jacob to our house.”

“Okay, I need to tell Charlie,” Alice said aloud, then silently, “Be back at the beach when we get there.”

“Okay, Emmett and Sam found Bella, she’s alive but they think she’s comatose,” Alice told Charlie. He kept his composure, barely. “Want to talk about it?”

“Harry died today, I cannot afford to lose her too,” the pain was so raw and deep. It hurt Alice to hear it, she pulled him closer and let him rest on her while she drove as hast as she could to the beach.

“We’re not going to lose her,” Alice said, “I want you to know I called Carlilse while you were in the hospital, he’s on a plane now and will be here by morning to make sure she’s okay.”

Charlie growled, “How can you just come back after ripping her to shreds?”

“I’m sorry Charlie, we didn’t want to leave. We just had to for a bit, a family emergency,” Alice said as convincingly as she could.

“Is it all handled now? No more leaving? I cannot watch her go through that again.”

“No more leaving, By tomorrow night almost everyone will be here, we’ll make sure Renee get’s here and you can just stay by Bella. We’ll get you food and everything, okay?”

The relief that rolled off Charlie was so profound it even shook Alice, “Yeah, thanks Alice.”

Then they were at the beach loading Bella into the ambulance.

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Bella woke back up in a room at the bed and breakfast. Jess was looming over her, “What was that? You were there and then you weren’t it was like a light switch; you know better than to mess with the fae.”

“The fae? What the hell? Where am I?”

And then she was being shoved through a crowd of people, she saw Jake and grabbed him. Then they were next to a giant tube that dropped into the river around the building, they bumped some sort of pirate captain too hard, and they fell. As soon as they hit the water they dissolved.

“Well, down you two go,” the bushy haired lady that seemed to run the place said, and then she pushed them done the tube.

“Jake, come on, there’s a blue light ahead,” Bella said pulling Jake along. She knew if Jake grabbed it, he’d wake up. She also knew, even if she wasn’t sure how that only one of them could get out that way. She also knew the only way Jake was going to wake up was if she made him.

Wait, why did she think they needed to wake up? Something was tickling at the back of her mind, but she shoved t off, she knew she had this one chance to save Jake and she wasn’t going to waste it.

“Why am I grabbing the light,” Jake asked, “You need to get beck too!”

“I can still get back, though I don’t know how,” Bella tried to explain, “You can’t though, this is your only chance Jake. Please, take it.”

They had made it to the blue light, it seemed like a handle to pull yourself out of the water. Water, that made the thing in her head tickle again. Finally, she made Jake grab the damn light and he was gone. Not sure where but she knew it was somewhere safe and away from here.

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Jake gasped and opened his eyes, “Where am I?”

Charlie practically jumped on him and hugged him while calling for a nurse. “You pulled Bella out of the water and you both collapsed. Then you must have woken up and tried to get help cause they found you in the woods.”

Jake remembered the water but he never left the beach. Then Jake registered Sam’s face at the same time he registered the smell.

“Don’t,” Sam said with the authority to make sure Jake didn’t do a damn thing. Ugh why had he given up the alpha role.

Then much more softly, “They came back to save you both. Carlisle hasn’t left you or Bella for more than five minutes. So, DON’T fight them.”

“Bella, what happened to Bella?!” Jake tried to sit up, but Quill and Embry held him down.

“No moving bro, doc’s orders,” Quill said.

“Wait, aren’t there nurses too?”

“Well, you only have one,” Quil said, “Remember, when I didn’t know what was happening and I went to the hospital out at the res?”

“Yes,” Jake said, though it sounded more like a question.

“I imprinted on a nurse that was out there. Apparently, the hospital in town is Anna’s main post but she picks up extra shifts out there. So, since she knows about us, Carlisle felt safe bring you here as long as she was his only nurse. He said it was to reduce strain on the hospital while he took care of you and Bella, and the hospital agreed.”

“Why is he back? Are they all back?”

“Yes, they are all back,” Sam said, “And you may not fight them, they have my permission to come and go from the reservation. We’ve called off the treaty, it’s more important for us to be allies.”

Before Jake could reply, a nurse walked by the door and looked in, when their eyes met it was like jumping into the riptide again. She looked like she felt the same way, she finally came in.

“Hey, you finally woke up,” she said, “I’ve been watching you for days. We were worried about you. Anna has been stressing, she’ll be so glad to hear you’re up.”

“Days,” Jake asked, then looked at her like she was he sun and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Yes, days, you don’t just wake right out of a coma,” she joked, “I’m Vanessa, but you can call me Nessie.”

“Oh, well, hello Nessie,” Jake blushed, “Nice to meet you. Wait, Bella’s still in there isn’t she?”

“What,” Sam, Quil, Embry, and Nessie all said together.

“Jynx, you all owe me pops,” Jake said jokingly, then much more seriously, “We were trapped in a boarding house or something, and Bella almost made it out. It was like she was being carried, then suddenly she was back in that place and her and I got shoved down a tube into the water. She said she could get out a different way but the only way I could get out was if I grabbed this blue light so she made me grab it and I woke up here.”

“Wait you shared the same coma space,” Nessie said with so much shock and excitement, “There’ve been theories about that when two people go into a coma at the same time due to a shared trauma. This is the first time anyone has seen it happen.”

“Yeah, it was weird cause I kept hearing her thoughts. ‘This isn’t like the nightmare.’ ‘He can save me but only I can save Jake.’ It was really weird. I’m assuming ‘he’ is that idiot that left. Is he here yet?”

“Yeah, he just left to get Charlie food, I’ll go get him and the doc,” Sam said, and he started to leave, then turned around and added, “Tell her while I’m gone.”

“Tell me what,” Nessie inquired.

“Well, I’m guessing you felt the universe reassemble itself a few minutes ago, just like I did,” Jake said with his signature confidence.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Well, you two are like soulmates,” Embry chimed in, “Anna and Quil are like that too. That’s why she was allowed to help because she knows about us.”

“I’m so confused.”

“We’re wolves, well shape shifters really. Most of us are wolves, however a few recent members of the tribe shifted into eagles,” Quil said.

“You’re joking, right,” Nessie sounded very disbelieving.

“No, they aren’t I’m afraid,” came the calm demeanor of Carlisle as he swooped into the room and started to look Jacob over, “Aside from out of it how are you feeling Jake?”

“Not bad doc, just worried about Bella.”

“Well, aside from the coma her vitals are strong.”

“She really saved you?”

Finally, Jake remembered he was hugging Charlie, “Yeah she did Charlie. You should be proud of her. She really felt like if she didn’t get me out first, I’d never wake up. I think I believe her too, it was like being trapped in her head.”

“Trapped in her head,” Edward asked as he walked back in the room with enough food to feed an army, “I heard you woke up and assumed you’d be hungry too. Dig in you all.”

Jake never thought he’d be so happy to see a blood suck…no vampire he corrected himself, “Thanks Edward. Now you need to pull her out of the coma. I think you almost got her out of it once, but she stayed because if she didn’t get me out I was going to stuck.”

As he finished, the doc pulled the last wire off Jake’s chest and said, “Well, you’re as good as new. If you want, you can head home and let your dad know you’re okay.”

“I think I’ll call in a bit, I need to stay until she’s awake,” Jake said easily, then seeing Nessie’s face, “No, not like that, silly. She’s my best friend I need to be here when she wakes up, so she knows she saved me. Now, come here so I can hug you.”

Charlie got up and moved back to Bella’s bed and Nessie took his spot, wrapping her arms around him for about two second and then jumping up, “Holy crow, you’re burning up. Doc, he needs ice!”

Jake grabbed her before she could get away, “No I don’t, I run at 108 because I’m a shifter. Once Bella is awake and you’re not working, I’ll show you.”

“He’s telling the truth, I checked all the shifters just to ensure I kept him at the right core temp,” Carlisle added.

Nessie calmed down and relaxed back into Jakes chest for a couple of minutes, “Shift, right I have to get back. I’ll come see you when I’m off.”

“Okay, I’ll be here,” Jake said as she went back to work.

“Geez, you’re a lucky jerk,” Quil said in a joking tone, “Anna freaked out when I tried to tell her the first time.”

“Do you know how I can get her back,” Edward asked as he sat opposite of Charlie on Bell’s bed, holding one of hers and one of Charlie’s hands.

“Um, she’s stuck in the place, not sure how you did it earlier, but it was like she was in a trance, she left the building and wandered off into the woods. She said they felt safe, that hey weren’t the woods of her nightmares?”

“Nightmares,” Edward also added questioningly.

“Probably from just after you left, she’d have these terrible nightmares and before the screaming would start, she’d say something about being lost in the woods,” Charlie said softly, pain showing on his face.

“Oh Charlie, I’m so sorry. She was in your yard when I pulled away,” Edward said, his voice flooding with regret.

“I’m not going to say it’s okay because it isn’t, but I’m glad you’re here now,” Charlie said with a fierce look on his face, “Now get my baby back.”

Jacob smacked Embry as he started to sing under his breath, “I want my baby back, baby back, chili’s baby back ribs.”

Quil hid a snicker in a sneeze.

“I will Charlie, don’t worry.”

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Jake was safe, she knew he was, but now she was stuck in the water, drowning again. It was worse this time because she knew what it felt like, and it terrified her. Plus, there were no Edward hallucinations to make the passing feel bearable. How did she survive this the first time? Did she survive the last time? Now, she wasn’t so sure, maybe this was limbo.

“Hey, want to come back?”

Bella would know that voice anywhere, she turned to it, “Edward?”

“Sweetheart, we’re all waiting for you, please come back.”

She felt something brush her forehead, she tried to touch where she felt it, but she couldn’t lift her arms, “How?”

Then there was silence. She tried to fight her way to the voice, but she wasn’t suer where it was. It seemed like ages before anything changed. Then there was a darkness and it felt like someone was scooping her up, it had to be Edward, she never felt this comfortable near something cold.

“Bella, sweetheart, can you hear me?”

“YES” she tried to scream, but nothing came out. So, she started to swim, or claw, she wasn’t sure, towards the voice. He kept talking thank fully and she kept getting closer. Finally, she felt her hands and tried to lift one.

“Bella,” Edward sounded relieved and much closer.

“Hm,” well that was a weak way to say hi.

“Oh, Bella we were so worried,” then he set her down. She whimpered.

“I know, honey, but we’re in the hospital and I need to let Charlie know you’re waking up, I’ll lay next you though.”

She must have sighed because he leaned across her for a moment, “Charlie, wake up. I think I go her. Quil, can you grab Carlisle?”

Why was Quil here? She tried to ask but words didn’t come out.

“He’s here because Jake’s here,” Edward said, then hearing her pulse accelerate, “He’s okay Bella, you saved him.”

“Yep, I’m good as new,” Jacob said from where ever she was.

Suddenly was covered in warmth, “Oh Bells, you scared me. Why would you go cliff diving with a storm rolling in? You’re lucky Jake could pull you out of the water.”

Bella satisfied herself by humming in what she felt was comforting, since she still couldn’t speak, or open her eyes. How long was that going to last?

Two days, that’s how long she had to wait until she could see again, and twelve hours until her grunts were words.

“Hey dad, I love you,” those were her first real words.

Charlie wept, “I love you to Bells.”

“How long?”

“The coma was a little over a week,” Charlie said.

“You been here the whole time,” Bella did better with short words.

“Yeah, honey, I even rode in the ambulance with you. Haven’t left your side for more than five minutes,” Charlie said squeezing her hand.

“Thanks dad. If you want, you can go home and get some real sleep. I’ll still be here.”

“I’ll call you if anything changes at all,” Edward reassured.

“Thank you, for helping and for pulling her out of that,” Charlie said softly, “I don’t think she’d of made it if you hadn’t been here.”

As soon as the door closed, Edward scooped her up and held her, “I’m so sorry I left, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“S’okay,” Bella mumbled.

“It doesn’t count until she is actually better, bro,” Emmet said.

“Yep, what he said,” Jake chimed in.

“Jake? Emmett,” came Bella’s response.

“Yeah, we’re here, Emmett is the one that got me out of the way before Carlisle showed up. Kept me from taking ice baths,” Jacob chuckled.

“I’m just glad I was able to get you out,” Bella said, “I really didn’t think you’d get back if I didn’t force you.”

“Well, you definitely saved me,” Jacob chuckled, “and I met my other half. Her name is Nessie.”

“Ah, Jake that’s great,” Bella said around a yawn.

“Get sleep hon. We’ll still be here,” Edward whispered as he leaned down and kissed her temple.

Bella was gone almost as soon as h said I, thought she thought she heard something about a funeral. Hopefully, she would remember when she woke up.

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It had been a few months since the incident. Jake and Nessie were already talking about marriage though they would wait for a few years; and Leah was becoming fast friends with Rosalie, something about ball busters sticking together. Edward was over almost every day.

Bella hadn’t heard him get here so she was shocked when she saw Dad and Edward in serious conversation as she came down. She didn’t get much except he came to get permission for something. Oh man if he was about to propose she was going to lose it. She had told him time and time again that she wouldn’t get married for at least five more years. She has hinted at immortality again though she was also willing to wait a bit, if only to have more time with Charlie. Bella stopped emailing her mom and her mom never noticed. Bella wasn’t surprised.

“Bells!”

“Hey dad. What you two gossiping about like a pair of old hens?”

“We are not old hens.”

“Okay, no need to get ruffled feathers, Eddie.”

“I am going to wring Emmett’s neck for teaching you that.”

“No, you aren’t. Besides, I like it,” Bella finished, leaning in to give both gentlemen a kiss on the cheek.

Edward looked at dad conspiratorially, “Do you want to tell her or should I?”

“Oh, let me tell her. I think it’ll be a bigger shock that way,” dad said laughing.

“Oh no, what are you two trying to wrangle me into now? I did prom and I’m not doing baseball ever again. So now what?”

“Ah, Bells, don’t worry. We were just talking about post high school life. You did decide to just commute up to Port Angels at first, right?”

“Well, yeah, why?”

“Since you seem so hell bent on trying to die every few months,” dad started to laugh like it was the funniest thing he every said, “Anyways, Edward just told me he bought a house just outside of the town so you two could live together. He also wants to see about making you a bit more durable before you start college.”

All Bella could do was sputter, she was so flabbergasted, she couldn’t even be upset that Edward had videotaped the whole thing just to show Emmett and Jacob.

And that’s how everyone ended up in a much better place and no weird shit happened at all.

#original work #fanfic #emmett cullen #the friendships we deserved

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Kitty Cursed - Part 4 Cat-astasis - Ignis x Reader

A/N: I have no excuse as to why this took me so long. =p Each of the boys will have their own part.

I’ll put the links to the other boys I’ve done already below!

Characters: Ignis x Reader [Gender Neutral] Warnings: None Word Count: 1019 Summary: You’ve been inflicted with a strange status ailment that has turned you into a cat. Immediately you seek out your soulmate to help you out with your little predicament, but you forgot one, small....TINY little detail. He’s allergic to cats!

[ Dino | Prompto | Gladio ]

“Well now, that could have gone better.”

Ignis huffed at himself as he let off a deep sigh, pushing his glasses back up on his nose with his finger. “Now then, I suggest we--Darling?” Panic immediately settled in his gut as he looked around frantically for you. “Darling?!” he called a little louder before he paused when he heard a soft, almost dejected mewl.

“Darling?”

Hanging your head a little you slowly padded your way out from behind the rather large rock that had hidden you from view, before sitting down on your haunches with a soft almost dejected huff. Slowly you lifted your eyes to look up at him, only to splay your ears out sideways when Ignis made a soft noise and brought his hand up to his face, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger. You’d made a mistake apparently, and gotten too close to something and now you found yourself in rather an interesting predicament, and you weren’t sure exactly what you were going to do.

“Darling, is...is that you?”

You mewled softly in reply, and again let your head hang a little.

“Are you alright otherwise? You are not injured?”

Shaking out your entire coat you mewled softly again, as if to tell him no.

“Ah, well that does make my heart lighter to hear it. Now then, come here.” and he quickly moved close and scooped you up into his arms. You mewled loudly in complaint; well more from surprise really and pushed your paws against his chest. Mewling again you squirmed, trying to push your paws harder against him and twist out of his grasp only to grunt in surprise when he gently grasped the scruff of your neck to hold you still.

“Do not move so much my Darling, I would rather keep you close. I will be--” and he paused a moment, and had this very strange expression wash over his face.

Mewling softly in curiosity you turned your head to look up at him, as much as you were able to anyway as he still had a gentle grasp on your scruff, and your ears perked forwards, wondering just what--

“HEEEECKSHEW!”

You fluffed up in surprise at the loud noise only to screw your eyes shut. Slowly you opened your eyes again when you heard him sniffle, and you let off this soft, almost indignant growl at him as your ears turned against your head.

He’d sneezed on you. Of all the--!

“Pardon me my Darling, that one caught me by utter--” he sniffled a bit and shook his head. “--utter surprise. Let me retrieve your clothing, and then we will--” he sniffled again and paused, before he pulled you down flush against his chest and sneezed again, and you fluffed up a little as it echoed loudly off the walls of the cave the two of you had found yourself in.

Growling at him softly you gently pushed your paws against his chest, flexing your paws a little to just barely prick him with your claws in want of him putting you down.

“Darling please--sniffle--do mind your claws will you? I do not mind in the slightest carrying you out of this blasted cave. Just allow me to--HECKSHEW!” he held you firm against his chest again as he turned his head to sneeze, though this time his glasses almost fell off his face.

You mewled in complaint and pushed again.

Why was he sneezing so much?

“Darling please, it was my fau--aa--sniffle--my fault that we found ourselves in such a predicament. Do let me make it up to you by at least ensuring your safety.” he paused for a moment to push his glasses back where they belonged then moved to your clothing. He swiftly crouched down to pick them up, and drape them gently over his arm. “Besides, I do believe I have an--nnghkgk--enough allergy pills in the Regalia to choke a Catoblepas, for as much as Gladio eats them li-liiii---HECKSHEW--astrals!--sniffle--as much as Gladio eats them like candy. I will be fine and will take some upon our arrival.”

With a soft huff you simply relaxed in his hold a little as a soft purr rumbled from your chest. It was cut short more from your surprise than anything before you lifted your head to look up at him, then mewled softly in concern. Ignis’ eyes were rimmed red and watering, and he scrunched his nose a little as if it itches...and then it struck you as to why.

Oh astrals! He was allergic!

….well that explained his weird ways of riding the chocobos you supposed.

You mewled again, and squirmed causing him to pause once more. “I am f--fff---HEEEECKSHEW!--ugh--I am fine my Darling. I am perfectly content to suffer a minor inconvenience to ensure your saa---saafff--” he paused, stopping dead in his trek back toward the entrance to the cave. He suddenly held you firm against his chest as he bent over with his sneeze. “HEEECKKSHEW!” and there was the sound of something softly clattering to the stone floor.

“Blast it…!” Ignis sniffled as he stood upright, giving off a bit of a groan as he reached up to his face, only to blink. “....fuck.”

Giving off a loud burble of curiosity you looked up at him, only to mewl in surprise.

“Yes, I swore, do not give me that look.” Ignis sniffled again then crouched down, fumbling a little for his glasses as he did not wish to drop you, or your clothing. Though he huffed at you when you looked a little bit smug.

“I suppose losing my glasses for a moment is what I get for sneezing on you, isn’t it?”

With a quiet purr you finally settled in against his chest, tail flicking slowly and lazily as you imagined how Prompto and Noctis were going to tease him to no end when you told them what happened when he first picked you up.

“Come on then my Darling...let us g--ggghn-- sniffle --let us get back to the Regalia. We’ll have quite the story to tell.”

#Meraki #Ignis Scientia #Ignis Scientia x Reader #Ignis x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #Reader Insert #Self Insert #Allergy #Sic fic #kinda #many sneebs #Reader got caught underfire #Ignis is mortified

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years

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Nightmare

Request from Anon: I’ve been suffering really bad dreams and nightmares that are leaving me shaken the next day and all. And basically, I would really like and appreciate Ezekiel comfort post these dreams. He doesn’t know what the dreams are, so possibly he feels angry and sad on behalf of the s/o when she reveals the truth. The dream topic is quite triggering (bluntly, it’s sexual assault).

If I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or you’d like to be tagged; please let me know!

MASTERLIST

Translations:

Eres mia y yo soy tuya -- You are mine & I am yours.

Siempre.Yo también mi amor. Yo también. -- Always, me too my love. Me too.

Ezekiel Reyes (Ez) x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: TRIGGERING TOPIC, extensive mention of sexual assault, language, angst, mention of self-hatred. PLEASE don’t read any further if this is upsetting in any manner or form to you!!

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---FLASHBACK---

It was always the same nightmare, the same abandoned alleyway, and the exact same strange man following her for the last ten minutes. She’d just left Lettie’s surprise birthday. Nothing could’ve wiped the smile off her face that day, unbeknownst to Y/N. Her heart accelerated uncertain of what to do next as her feet sprinted a second faster. Her skin tinged with heat; her eyes dilated in trepidation. She remembered that disturbing night like the back of her hand, never forgetting a spare detail. Nausea trounced through Y/N as she turned the next street corner.

Her vision soon blurred into shapeless blobs the nearer Y/N traveled home but the pitter patter of blatant footsteps haunted her. It was the world’s fucked adaptation of Groundhog’s Day dooming Y/N to repeat her horrid deliriums. Of course, details change a time or two but never enough to ease her panicked heart. Her own screams troubled her subconscious.

With her body aching for rest and her mind preoccupied elsewhere, Y/N begged for one peaceful night of sleep. But when her eyelids shut, another tale came to life lurking beneath the shadows. She never knew his name; the asshole who so vehemently manhandled her in a very public and humiliating tactic.

Her purple nails slashed ferociously at his skin imprinting shallow cuts against his shaggy suntanned skin. His grotesquely bulky hand gripped her neck temporarily blocking her airways, lifting Y/N momentary levitating. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Nooo. Rapid sobs clawed at her throat in a forceful manner. She gawked in horror as he devoured her every inch by creepy inch.

A predator claiming his kill. She’d loathed the sickening grin playing on his edge of his lips until he smashed the back of her head against the red-bricked wall. An unwillingly imprint stamped in her disturbing memory.

This time her vision embarked into dusky darkness similar to that of a curtain collapsing. Black spots prickled her advantageous points of her sight. Goosebumps trickled down her arms in response to the howling wind hitching her dress dangerously high. His callused fingers rubbed harshly stroking the outside of her lace underwear. Once the shock deteriorated, Y/N glowered blankly at the devilish black irises. A burst of energy tingled the tip of her fingers migrating within her muscles and bones protesting a final shout of defiance. Her ears resonated tortuously, her voice reverberated from her windpipe, and her knee left the ground in haste connecting perfectly with his groin.

“Ooof, you fuck---ing bitch.” The man coughed violently falling to the paved cement.

She planted her hands trivially atop his chest pushing with every ounce of strength thrusting him away from her.

Y/N gritted in pure fury. “Fucking asshole!”

Without a second glance Y/N ran, she sprinted until approaching Lindo’s ice cream parlor two three away. She’d never been so thankful for high school cross country in her entire life. Replaying her phone call to Ez overwhelmed her countless times a day, listening to the spooked man on the other end. The only man she’d grown to trust since the incident. It was also a call Ez couldn’t erase from his head listening to the dead tone. Never in a million years did Ez conjure hearing her disconnected tone. He found her easily enough sitting on the plastic chair near the window.

Her back hunched sitting far from human contact. Still, the moonlight reflected off her in the most radiant of ways. Effortlessly magnificent. The bell hummed as the door closed behind Ez. Y/N didn’t look up until two brown boots met her penetrating stare. The rest was history. Ezekiel was more committed and in love with her than ever. He placed a kiss on her forehead resting his chin on her head. There was no hiding the flinching shudder that overtook her before Y/N leaned into his touch.; calming and familiar. He brought her into his tattooed arms, his comforting fingers ran along her spine. He’d never hated silence so much than in that very moment.

---PRESENT---

Ez awoke from his slumber when Y/N started to mumble incoherently, her body whipped back and forth riddled with unreleased anxiety. Perspiration glistened along her exposed skin falling into droplets on their indigo/cobalt sheets. Her eyeballs bounced around her shut lids further worrying Ez. His left hand gently shook her arm hoping to stir, to throw him a damn sign, anything to know she was okay. Her nightmares were becoming a nightly occurrence. Just like lightening, Y/N bolted up chest heaving for fresh air. Her eyes scanned their room grasping she was home, with Ez. She whimpered burying her face into his neck. Wet streaks shot down his neck as tears specked her cheeks.

“Baby, Y/N; can you hear me?”

Y/N continued to glare straight refusing to glance at the angel by her side. Her room shifted into familiarity exhaling boisterously. Blood pressure returned to normal levels allowing her a moment of vital clarity.

A meek ‘Yes’ stumbled from her quiet lips.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? What’s eating at you baby girl?”

To this day, Y/N never mentioned what happened that night, the assault. Whether it was shame or humility, Y/N was still working through the motions. Past experiences taught her to maintain an open heart to healing but the impenetrable wall inside stopped her. obviously so, he knew something was up when he picked her up, but he never asked any questions. Shortly after they became lovers, their friendship strengthened far greater than either prepared for.

Soon, they became inseparable entangled in each other’s lives, and they were simply happy. Y/N was a hard book to crack, keeping her emotions in check, embracing rational thinking for any and all decisions. She was the only other woman to beat his GPA, challenge his testimonies, and explode into contagious laughter at the drop of a hat. Falling in love with Y/N was the easiest decision Ez made in the last ten years.

“I’m here. I’m here” chanted repeatedly, a whisper in the calm of night.

“Almost a year and a half ago…. I—” Y/N shuttered as her courage began to waver.

Ez cupped her face bringing them to eye level. His amber orbs calmed her, oozing protection and unconditional love.

“Go on…or well, don’t? The choice is completely yours.” Internally, his blood boiled with concern. Y/N was the bravest girl he’d ever encountered, it wasn’t like her to stay hush hush. Ezekiel swore he’d kill whoever scared the living shit out of her, to the bastard who rattled her bones. And, he definitely wasn’t a man to fall back on his promises.

Y/N’s rolled her eyes at his cuteness, Ez was the ying to her to yang. She’d never trusted someone the way she treated Ezekiel.

“I was aa-a-attacked. After Lettie’s 18th bday.”

Ez ripped the sheet from his body standing up, quickly pacing. How the fuck did he let this happen? Why hadn’t she opened up to him earlier? Question after question poked at his fragile ego breaking him all the while enraging him. Y/N scooted to his side engulfing into his fading heat. She remained quiet sulking in the suffocating silence of the room. Ezekiel stayed speechless.

“Don’t blame yourself, E.” Y/N quipped. “I know that look Ezekiel Reyes…” a hint of a smirk came out of the darkness.

“Blame myself? Of course, I do! I’m fucking furious!” His voice broke into heart shredding quakes; “I wasn’t there to protect you. The one thing I promised to fucking do. I’m so sorry, so sorry querida.”

“He didn’t—he almost raped me but didn’t. I kicked him in the balls and he dropped. If it hadn’t been for those few additional seconds, I’d be a goner. And that’s terrifying.”

Ez sat on the mattress, his knees brushing hers, his hand guided to the outskirts of her thigh squeezing lightly.

“If anything were to happen to you…I—I refuse to think about a life that doesn’t involve you. That fucking prick had the audacity to disrespect the Mayans unknowing of his repercussions. Did you recognize him? Any distinguishing features?”

“Not really… Caucasian with hideous gelled tips? Breath reeked of barbecue and he smelt of pleather and whiskey. Hideous snake tattoo draped on his forearm. He followed me from the restaurant. He was watching, waiting to get me alone. I’m just ...dealing with it. Finally getting around to the processing bit and it’s scary. This shit’s complicated and I didn’t want you think I was this weakling. So, I buried it so deep within me that it’s beginning to eat away at me edging closer to the surface.”

Ez leaned in finding her lips with ease kissing her with fervor. They stayed like that a few kisses longer before faintly parting. The space between them was minimal but enough to be grateful for.

“You are the opposite of weak. In fact, you’re the most determined and brilliant person I’ve ever laid eyes on. There is only one Y/N for me and I will stand diligently alongside her for as long as she’ll have me.”

“I love you, Reyes. Eres mia y yo soy tuya. Siempre.”

“Yo también mi amor. Yo también”

Ez and Y/N understood the difficult road ahead of them, Y/N’s agonizing memories, but he was proud of her. Proud of the woman who took a stand and fought like hell, choosing to share the comfortable pieces of her past life.

Her tone excluded downhearted sadness; “I’m sorry for coming in and fucking up your life.”

“Stop that. Stop right there. Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.”

Discreet snores told Ez she’d long fallen asleep. He laid them down holding her determinedly. Y/N cuddled into his warmth nuzzling his shoulder sheepishly sighing. His mahogany eyes grew heavy joining Y/N in a serene slumber. The crickets chirped at the summer’s heat worshiping the moon. The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemingly glowed around them like a moth a flame. To be alive at all is to have scars. But to love openly regardless of said scars; now that, that was life’s truest miracle.

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pips-fics · 3 years

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ask: hi! I just found your page and was wondering if you could do another wonsang fic? Completely up to you and I have no preference about it really- just love your work!!

tw: vomiting, brief blood mention in a metaphor (skip the paragraph that starts with “sangyeop hummed. he knew that fear” and to avoid the blood ment. - you won’t miss out on anything important!), panic attack mention (skip the “i can’t–– i’m already behind!” paragraph - again, you won’t miss anything important!)

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it wasn’t unusual for the members of lucy to find wonsang in their bed in the middle of the night. it wasn’t something that happened all the time, but sometimes when wonsang was exhausted to the bone, he would cave to his desire for cuddles and accept their open offer of comfort.

for the past three weeks or so, sangyeop knew that wonsang had been sleeping less than normal. he’d had some difficulty fine-tuning the drum part of one of their songs a while back, and that frustration eventually led to him spiraling into a full-on creative block, which occupied his thoughts 24/7 - even when he was trying to sleep. the lack of sleep then made it harder for him to produce as well as he would like, and he sunk even deeper into that endless pit of frustration.

so sangyeop wasn’t surprised when wonsang crawled into bed with him late one night. sangyeop hadn’t fallen asleep yet, anyway, and was thumbing through news on his phone, so he simply lifted an arm for the younger boy to slip under. wonsang fell asleep moments later, his breathing evening out into soft puffs of air, and sangyeop was soon to follow.

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when wonsang woke up later, so did sangyeop, emerging slowly from a warm haze. he could vaguely recall a dream of summer nights and empty fields of grass and dirt and fireflies. a sense of comfort and safety clung to him, like everything was as it should be. it was hard to shake off, cuddled up in blankets and darkness, even when he felt wonsang sit up, even when he realized it was probably the other man’s restlessness that had woken him in the first place.

it all fell away when sangyeop felt a shudder run through wonsang’s whole body. suddenly he was forcing his eyes to focus in the moonlight, and on the way wonsang was swaying as if struggling to stay upright. his shirt was damp as sangyeop placed a steadying hand on his back.

“hey,” sangyeop’s voice came out grated. “you okay?”

wonsang released a shaky breath and out a whine. after that, it wasn’t a huge jump for sangyeop to guess what was wrong.

“wonsangie, are you sick?”

“hyung,” wonsang whined, drawing the word out, sounding very close to tears. sangyeop’s heart ached.

“it’s okay,” he said quietly. wonsang shook his head so violently that sangyeop felt it.

“i can’t–– i’m already behind!” the gasping noises he was making sounded a lot like the start of a panic attack. sangyeop decided that a distraction is in order.

“let’s get you some water, come on.”

sangyeop forced both of them out of bed and held wonsang close to his side as they made their way to the kitchen. by the time they got there, wonsang had calmed somewhat, but sangyeop could see the discomfort on his face more clearly, lit by the outside lights. he looked pale and pasty, sweat shining on his exposed forehead. sangyeop sat him in a chair and brought him a glass of water. uncharacteristically, wonsang didn’t drink much of it, taking just a sip before setting it onto the table with some urgency.

he was considering how to ask about it when wonsang stood up suddenly and vomited into the kitchen sink. sangyeop winced at the sound of a tinny splatter, and a rancid odor filled the air. he hurried to rub wonsang’s back as the younger man heaved again, muscles clenching.

when nothing came up, sangyeop hoped that would be the end of it. the silence that followed, though only momentary, felt drawn out and weighted by wonsang’s labored breathing. everything was still; and then wonsang’s shoulders hunched, and vomit cascaded out of his mouth, splashing up on the sides of the sink more and more with each relentless wave.

when finally pulled away from the sink, wonsang was weak and shaky. he leaned against sangyeop, hiccuping with high-pitched sobs.

“hey, buddy, are you done?”

wonsang shook his head miserably. “i don’t have time for this,” he lamented, gasps becoming more and more frantic. sangyeop ran a hand through wonsang’s hair, hoping to somehow soothe his thoughts. “hyung, i have deadlines!”

sangyeop shrugged. “they can be adjusted.” this was, apparently, unhelpful, as wonsang become more distraught. sangyeop tried again. “don’t you have like three weeks until the next one? you have just a couple songs left to polish up?”

at that, wonsang looked almost offended. “just one!”

“even better! you can finish that in three weeks no problem!”

wonsang sniffled, turned quiet, the way he did when he was thinking about his own thoughts, and whether he wanted to share them, and if he could, and how. sangyeop waited. he waited until wonsang spoke on his own, and when he spoke in aa whispers, sangyeop listened closely.

“hyung, i’m so scared– sometimes it’s so easy, doing music, and sometimes it’s the hardest thing in the world. sometimes it seems impossible. what if–“ wonsang swallowed thickly. “what if i am just stuck here, on this song, forever?”

sangyeop hummed. he knew that fear. it was the kind that sunk its claws deeper into your skin the more you struggled, and it felt like bleeding out slowly if you stayed still. sangyeop wasn’t sure, but he thought the best tactic was to introduce it to someone else’s monster - even if that monster was an illusion.

“i’ve been stuck on a song, too, recently,” he said. it wasn’t entirely a lie. “i might scrap it if i can’t find a good direction soon.”

“no!” wonsang’s back straightened so quickly, sangyeop worried it might crack. “no, don’t scrap it, let me–”

whatever wonsang was going to ask for was cut off by a belch that had his hands latching tight over his mouth. sangyeop helped him back over the sink and then steadied him as he coughed up mouthfuls of bitter bile.

“ugh, hyung, it hurts,” wonsang moaned.

“i know, buddy, i’m sorry,” sangyeop said, “it’ll be over soon. you’ll feel better.”

wonsang whined, desperate. he gripped sangyeop’s hand tightly as a heave doubled him over the sink and brought with it a rush of vomit. when it was done, wonsang swayed dramatically before dropping limply into sangyeop’s arms. the older man thought he’d passed out for a second, but a moment later, wonsang let out a sigh.

“i’m so tired, hyung. can we go back to bed?”

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after cleaning the sink, sangyeop climbed into bed. he was only a little surprised and very dismayed to find wonsang still awake. sangyeop was pondering the pros and cons of getting up to find his lavender oil when wonsang spoke.

“hyung, will you play it for me?”

sangyeop blinked, still thinking of lavender. “huh?”

“your song!”

“you definitely need to rest first - no, don’t give me that look!” sangyeop chuckled. “come on, don’t you think your body deserves a rest?”

wonsang pouted, but relented upon realizing sangyeop wouldn’t back down. “fine. what’s it about?”

sangyeop thought for a moment. he hadn’t written lyrics yet, but suddenly, a handful of phrases came to mind. “home,” he said, “and summer nights, and grass as far as the eye can see. and fireflies.”

“hm,” wonsang said, voice like a smile, “sounds nice.” and then he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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AA: Ashes to Ashes- Adam Sackler/Reader- Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit.

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Adam was contently sitting at the table with Y/N, her friends and Bagel, who was happily resting his head on Adam’s thigh. Y/N had invited him to have lunch with her friends, normally he would have avoided such socialization but he was willing to try to make Y/N happy. He liked that she was introducing him to important people in her life, which meant that she was at least contemplating the possibility of them being a couple. And she had her arm stretched on the back of his chair, with her body angled into him. Her hand was brushing his shoulder. Turns out Y/N’s friends were kind, funny, and easy to be around. There was Victoria, the blonde, who was a ‘blogger’ whatever the hell that meant; then there was Bria the one with pink hair who was an artist, and there was Cori, who was a lawyer like Y/N. He was surprised that the group of them had a genuine friendship not like the jealousy and scheming that defined Hannah’s and Jessa’s friendships.

Honestly, after meeting her friends, Adam was more puzzled by her friendship with Jessa. She seemed to have real friendships so why was she holding onto what she thought was friendship with Jessa? Why couldn’t she see that Jessa would fuck her over the first chance she gets, and not even feel bad about it? Maybe Y/N was just too kind-hearted to see the bad in other people, he hoped Jessa doesn’t screw her over. When he zones back into the conversation, his face goes red when Cori asks, “So how long have you guys been fucking?” Y/N chokes on her drink. Victoria slaps Cori on the arm and scolds her, “That’s none of our business.”

“We’re not fucking, we’re friends.” Y/N finally answers and shoots dagger at her friend for asking. Cori is unbothered by her threats as she chuckles and mutters under her breath, “Still going with that story then…”

The group says their goodbyes and go their separate ways. He and Y/N are going back to his place, she’s offered to help him run his lines for an upcoming audition. Though he wonders if he’ll be able to concentrate with Y/N wearing that thin sundress that she was strutting around in. Adam curses the weather, it should be starting to cool down, and instead they’re in the middle of another heat wave. Another heat wave means Y/N wearing less clothing, which normally he wouldn’t complain about, he certainly enjoyed the view, but it was difficult to concentrate when his dick was hard.

“Run them again,” Y/N says standing up, rolling her neck, and then she walks towards the window. The sun hits her body just right and Adam can see through her dress, and he can feel himself drooling. Her body looks just as perfect as he’s imagined it would, if only he could remove the obstruction of that dress. He can also feel his dick hardening with interest. He makes himself look away and think of puppies dying, or any other depressing thought. Y/N walks over to him, shakes the script in front his face saying, “Hello? Did you hear me at all? Run them again, Ads.”

‘Ads’ is the nickname she’d bestowed upon him and he was growing to like it. He calls her ‘tiger’ but sometimes he calls her ‘kid,’ he can’t help it. He responds with a sigh then goes into character, reading his lines. She smiles at him and he grins back.

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It had now been two and a half weeks since Adam had showed up on your doorstep saying that he and Jessa broke up. You had spent every day together since, you were adamant about keeping it just friends but it was clear that Adam had other feelings. Adam wanted the two of you to be together, and you were falling for him, feeling those butterflies in your stomach, but he was your friend’s ex. It wasn’t that long ago that he was her boyfriend.

There had been hand touching, hugs, and gentle, borderline displays of affections. That had been more than enough to make you burn. He called and told you had got the role, you insisted on celebrating. Adam didn’t want to go out, so you settled on a night in. You made dinner, or attempted to make dinner in your crockpot, and you baked some sweets, for yourself. Maybe you could convince Adam to try them too.

Then you hear a buzz at the door, Bagel barks and you go to let Adam in. Bagel jumps on as soon as he’s through the door. He scratches his belly then walks towards you. You offer him a hug, telling him, “Congrats! I’m so proud of you, I know you’ll be amazing!”

Your arms wrap around his waist and his body engulfs yours. You love how his body always feels warm against yours and how his arms feel like a wall around you. His hands grip your waist and yours move up around his neck. Your head rests on his chest and his on your shoulder. Neither of you move, you’re each enjoying the intimacy. Then, Bagel comes up and tries to get in between the two of you, he’s clearly jealous, though you’re too sure which one of you he’s jealous over.

The two of slowly part, you drop your arms awkwardly to your sides, then your timer goes off. You rush into the kitchen and pull the cookie tray out of the oven. Adam follows you and starts examining the cookies, he refrains from grabbing one but asks, “What kind are those?”

“They’re butterscotch pecan cookies. And over there is the main course: beef roast and veggies.” You tell him and he walks over to examine the main meal too. He then smirks, lifts the crockpot lid, inhales, and says, “Oh you’re spoiling me.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction. Then, he looks around like he’s noticed something different, and plays with the kitchen light switch before asking, “Why is your light not working?”

“Because the light bulb burned out and I can’t reach the light fixture to switch it out. My ladder is too short. I need to get a taller one.” You admit and now you feel embarrassed because you should have fixed it long ago, or asked for help. But you had adjusted to having dim light in the kitchen.

“Damn…tiger you should have told me. Where’s your ladder?” He asks and you motion towards the utility closet. Before you know it, Adam is walking back into the kitchen with the step ladder and is asking for more tools: a screwdriver, and a light bulb. You recover them and play assistant. Then, you have real light in your kitchen again, you thank him. He just responds with, “That’s what I’m around for. Why didn’t you tell me when it happened? I could have fixed it earlier.”

“I mean it’s not your job to do that stuff for me.” You finally answer and you notice that he’s down away from the ladder and close to you. The smell of his cologne hits you, and you’re feeling overwhelmed. When he’s around you feel like a horny, socially awkward teenager who’s around their crush, it’s the Adam Sackler curse. He then goes for a plate and hands you one. Then, the bastard winks at you saying, “Ladies first.”

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The two of you settled on the couch after dinner to watch a movie, and you can’t help but be reminded of the last time you were in this situation with Adam. You weren’t about to allow a repeat event to happen, no matter how much you wanted it to happen. You’re starting to get sleepy and you look at the clock. You’re shocked to see that it’s 1 am. When you gaze over at Adam, it’s obvious he’s tired too because his eyes are drooping and he’s being very quiet.

Standing and stretching, you tell him, “Ads, it’s 1 am. I’m going to bed.” He looks at you and groans in response. Then, he asks, “Can I crash here, I don’t feel like walking home.”

“Uh sure.” You say and you go to go about your nightly routine. After showering, skin care and brushing your teeth, you creep out to check on Adam. Last time he slept over, he curled in a ball and slept peacefully on the couch, you expected to see the same sight. Nope. Now, his long limbs were hanging over the couch, and he was turning his body trying to get comfortable. It looked pathetic and you’d have to be cruel-hearted to leave him like that.

“Adam, you’re too big for the couch. You can sleep with me. Just sleep.” He snaps his head in your direction, and nods in agreement. Underneath his agreement, you can tell he’s enjoying the fact you told him he can sleep with you, maybe a little too much. There was a damn good chance you’d regret this decision within minutes, but you were sleepy and horny so your brain wasn’t functioning at a high level. Somewhere along the way, Adam has stripped his clothes and is now in his briefs. You roll your eyes and decide that as long as they stay on, you can deal with it.

After turning down your bed and laying in your normal position, Adam sneaks in behind you, bringing the covers up over you both. He pauses for a moment, contemplating which position he should sleep. Then, he asks, “Can I spoon you? I won’t be weird about it but it helps me sleep.”

“Okay just don’t get handsy.” You reply. He scoots closer to you, you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Then you feel his arms snake around your waist and his legs move in behind yours. You can feel the steady pace of his breathing and the warmth of his chest on your back.

“G’night, Y/N,” you hear him exhale. You whisper, “Good night, Adam.” You were hoping you’d fall asleep fast but deep sleep never hit you. Maybe it was the human heater wrapping himself around you, or maybe it was because you were horny. Your sex life had been going through a dry spell lately, you hadn’t time to pleasure yourself lately either and now you were stuck in a bed with a man that you were very sexually attracted to. You were going to combust.

You snake your hands down into your panties, thankful you were a nightgown instead of pajama shorts. Your fingers dip into your folds when you feel Adam move behind you. Damn, there goes that plan. You lay still and hope he goes back to sleep, then you can feel his arm moving too. His breath is getting more and more ragged.

Finally, you turn your head to peak at him, and you were not prepared for the sight. He was jerking his cock in your bed, with you less than a foot away. Your eyes trail up and down the length of his dick. Impressive, it’s long and thick, like you’ve always imagined. Suddenly, he notices you staring at him. You see his emotions go from embarrassment to satisfaction within seconds He finally informs you, “I can’t sleep unless I cum. Do you like what you see.”

You nod your head and you notice your hand is still in your panties. You start to rock your hips against your hand to gain some friction on your throbbing clit. You hope the way your body is angled that it will prevent Adam from seeing it. You have no luck.

“Fuck you’re jerking it too.” He says and now he’s watching you. You decide to give him a show, you pull down your top so he can see your tits and you move so you’re sitting facing him. You spread your legs and rub circles on your clit. Adam’s eyes are blown black with lust and his face looks wild while his hand strokes his cock from base to tip even faster. When you look back at up at his face, you notice that he’s not looking at you.

“What the fuck? Look at me! You’re playing with your cock in my bed and I’m showing you my body!” His eyes go to you and they stay locked on you. He finally says, “Sorry I didn’t think I was allowed to look.”

“You better be thinking of me while you’re jerking your cock.” You tell him as you dip your fingers into your heat then go back up to rub your clit. He says, “Fuck, I think of you every time I touch my cock. I think of your mouth, your tits, your tight, perfect cunt.”

His dirty talk is really getting you off so you move your hand faster. The sounds of slapping flesh fill the room. You tell him, “Do you think of me sucking you off, or about how your cock will split my pussy?”

“Fuck, both! You’d probably both you dirty whore.” He spews back. You keep going, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer as a tingle starts to grow. You keep the filthy talk going, “You’d probably want to cum on my tits.”

“Damn right I do. I want my cum all over your fucking body, paint you with it.” As your orgasm looms, you pull back, you don’t want to cum before he does, you’re enjoying this too much. Adam’s voice jars you when he asks, “Are you gonna cum?”

“Don’t you want to cum first?” you ask. He shakes his head and he slows his hand before saying, “Want to see you cum first.” You then rub long, big circles all around your clit, you’re so wet you can feel it dripping. You moan as you cum, your back arches and your legs quiver. You’re sure from the way you’re sitting that Adam can see your pussy pulsing.

Adam cums moments later, cum going all over his chest, and he lets out a low moan. That low moan is a sound you want to hear from him again, you wish it was you that elicited that noise from him. You both lay there, totally spent and neither of you want to look away. It feels more intimate than most sex that you’ve had, this is true intimacy.

You finally chuckle, “So do you do this with all of your friends?”

“Ha! Just the ones I really like.” He replies with a big goofy smile on his face. You pull the top of your shirt back over your chest. You realize that he’s still watching you, you answer back with, “Does this mean I’m your best friend?”

“No you’re more of a temporary friend,” he says in a serious tone as he looks up at the ceiling. What the hell is that supposed to mean, you think to yourself. You then ask for an explanation, “Temporary friend?”

“It means you’re my friend for now…until you stop fighting your desire and stop punishing us both.” He says, his eyes feel like they’re burrowing into your soul. You force your eyes from him. You get out of bed saying, “You know what? I’m not having this conversation when you’re in my bed with your dick out.”

“I think it’s the best time to have it.” You hear him say as you go into your bathroom. You get out a hand towel, wet in the sink and then go back to your bed. Adam’s watching you curiously, and is about to ask what you’re doing when you start cleaning up the mess he’s made of himself. His hand brushes yours with a light touch and you give him a close-lipped smile. He then thanks you.

You put the towel in the clothes hamper and when you return to bed, you’re sitting to face Adam. He looks at you like he’s unsure what to do next, as if he’s debating something within his head. You place a hand on his cheek, then lean into kiss him. At first, it’s chaste, tentative, just lips. Then, his hand goes to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the hair there, it’s enough to make you gasp. The moment you gasp his tongue in your mouth wrestling against yours, savoring your taste.

Your phone rings and you shout in frustration. Adam huffs in response and his lips go to your neck. When you grab your phone, it shows up as an unknown caller. Adam mumbles on the pulse point in your throat, “Please don’t answer that.”

You turn, throw the phone on the end table and pull his mouth to yours again. You’re now straddling his waist, his mouth on yours, your body pressed against his and you can feel his cock hardening against your mound. His mouth goes back down to your neck, licking, kissing, and leaving marks as his large hands finds your tits. He squeezes them, before tugging on your nipples, which gets a content sigh from you. Then he’s pulling your night shirt off and after a moment of staring again, his mouth dives into the space in between your breasts. He murmurs, “Perfect fucking tits. I always knew it, better than I pictured.”

“Did you picture them a lot?” You say as his mouth attaches to your nipple, tongue swirling around your nipple, then releasing it to watch it pebble. Before giving your other breast the same treatment he answers your question, “I pictured it every time I saw you, and every time I jacked off after.”

Suddenly, he’s flipped you so he’s on top of you, his face lingering above yours, his hand is pinning yours. You spread your legs and now he’s grinding his cock against you, it’s hitting your clit and you’re still over-stimulated from your orgasm. You reach down, pull down his briefs, and start stroking his cock. It feels like hot velvet in your hands, you trace your fingers along the vein, and rub your thumb on his tip, spreading the precum that’s dripping. He groans at your touch, then he’s shuffling to pull your panties off of you. After he’s thrown them somewhere on your floor. You tell him, “I want you inside me, now.”

He asks, “Do I need a condom?”

You answer with a question, “You don’t need one, but I’d prefer you wear one. There should be one in the top drawer.” He opens the drawer and pulls one out. You can tell he wants to ask you about it but he keeps his mouth closed. He opens it and puts it on.

“You want my cock?” He asks as he lines up at your entrance. You pull your legs up so your knees are nearly at your chest. You nod in response, and he enters you in one quick thrust. Fuck it’s a good burn, you feel filled to the brim. He gives you a moment to adjust before he picks up the pace, settling into a rhythm. He says, “You like my cock?”

“Yeah I like your cock. Do you like my cunt?” you ask and he pounds into you harder, when he drags out, he hits your g-spot. He answers, “Fuck yes. Every time I fucked Jessa I pretended it was your cunt I was fucking.”

He snaps his hips again, and he hits your g-spot again. You wrap your arms around his neck and keep your legs pulled up. The bed is rocking, the headboard bouncing off the wall. He tells you, “I like seeing your tits bounce.”

He looks down and admires them. You tell him, “keep fucking me like this, I’m close.” He follows your instructions, keeping the pace the same and his hips in the same position. Your right hand moves from around his neck to stroke your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to cum between your earlier orgasm and the g-spot action. You’re almost embarrassed by how desperate and pornstar worthy your moan feels like, your body jolts, and you swear you can see stars. Or you totally black out. Either way, it was an out of body experience. Adam’s voice brings you back to reality, “Your cunt is squeezing my cock. Fuck you’re tight.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands, and you follow his instructions this time. You’re still out of it from your orgasm, you feel his hand grip your hip before his cock enters you again. Then he’s leaning over you, you can feel his chest on your back, his arm around yours, and every snap of his hips hits you strongly. His rhythm gets sloppier, you can hear his breath accelerate. You clench your pussy around his cock then release it a few times. He cums with a grunt, his hips thrust a few more times as he rides out his orgasm.

Then, he collapses beside you and you lay facing him. Adam takes the condom off and throws it in the garbage can near your bed. He leans in over you and gives you a searing kiss before pulling away and placing a kiss on your forehead. You tell him, “In case no one has told you- you deserve to be happy and to be loved.”

“And in case no one has ever told you- so do you.” He says as he pulls you close and you can’t fight sleep anymore. You sleep peacefully with his arms around you.

****

When you wake up in the morning, you’re sweaty and Adam has a death grip on you. His arms are wrapped around your waist, and his leg is draped over yours. You manage to get out of bed. Bagel is still asleep on the couch, and you go to start your Keurig. Your phone starts ringing and it’s that unknown caller who called last night. You reluctantly answer in case it’s some kind of emergency, “Hello.”

“It’s Jessa.”

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Strange Magic - Adam Sackler x Reader - Chapter One

[[A/N: Yes the title is stolen from the ELO song expect many of my fics to be named after 70′s era songs because I’m not good at naming things. Anyway I finally watched all of girls and I really adore his character in the show. More fics to come and more chapters for this one too!

3k Words Rated: +18 only

Features lots of dirty talk and explicit scenes. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was a Thursday night, you’re walking down the streets of New York City. The destination in your mind is a little Italian restaurant that you’ve never been to before. Your friend Alicia set you up on a blind date with some guy she met in the theater and that’s where you’re headed. You don’t know anything about this guy other than his name is Adam Sackler, he’s super tall and he’s an actor who’s been in multiple Broadway productions. You’re a writer of romantic novels, erotic romantic novels. You have a couple titles under your belt that have done so well in sales, you’ve made a name for yourself here in this city.

You’re almost there now, the clicking of your heels on the pavement following you and your hair blowing in the wind. You open the door to the restaurant, going inside. Looking around, you walk through the restaurant and try to find someone sitting alone, someone tall. You turn the corner and see who you think may be the person you’re here to meet. He sees you and stands up, confirming that he’s the one. Now you’re face to face. He’s got to be one of the most handsome guys you’ve ever seen, unique facial features with freckles that dot it all over.

“You must be Y/N.” He says with a smile, pulling out your chair for you.

“Yes, I am. You must be Adam then.” You respond, sitting down at the table. He sits across from you, eyes locked onto you.

“Have you ever been here before?” He asks, trying to make casual conversation.

“No, actually. Have you? I do love Italian food though.” You say, picking up a menu and browsing through it.

“I haven’t, but I heard it’s good.” He picks up his own menu and starts looking at it. It’s quiet now for a moment, before he speaks up again. “So you’re a writer?” He says.

“Yes. I have a few novels published.” You respond, hoping he won’t ask what your books are about.

“I used to know a writer.” He mentioned, picking up his glass of water and taking a sip quickly before continuing to speak. “She was crazy.”

“Well I’m not crazy.” You laugh and sip the wine that he must have ordered for you before you arrived.

“I know, I was just saying.” He says and the waitress comes by to your table, ready to take your orders. You and Adam tell her what you want and she leaves again. “What do you write about? What kind of novels? Anything I’ve read before?"

I sure hope not. You think to yourself, trying to figure out what to tell him. "I write romance novels. I doubt you’ve read any of them.” You said.

“Alright. Then I’ll have to read one of them soon.” He says and the waitress brings over a salad for you two to enjoy before your dinner. You hope he doesn’t ever read your novels, although you know your secret will have to come out soon. You’re just afraid of being judged if he finds out that you write erotic fiction romance books, ones with intense sexual scenes that you’ve never let anyone you were dating read. You know he’s going to get a hold of one and read it, you’re just afraid of what he will think of you after.

You both eat your salad, engaging in more casual conversation about any old random thing that comes to mind. You can’t deny you’re unbelievably attracted to Adam. He’s so handsome, you love looking at him from across the table. “How’s the theater been treating you? I’d love to come to your show when it opens.” You offer him a smile.

“You should definitely come see it. It’s wonderful, I’ve finally found my calling. I love acting and becoming different characters.” He smiles back just as wide, it brings butterflies to your stomach.

“I will! I’m happy for you. It’s a big achievement, being a Broadway actor.” You sip your wine some more, finishing off your first glass. He picks up the bottle from the bucket of ice on the table and pours you some more. Next your waitress brings out your entrees and they look delicious. The two of you eat dinner, you drink more wine and continue your date together, getting to know each other. He doesn’t drink and he tells you it’s because he’s in AA, to which you congratulate him on his sobriety. This night has been absolutely wonderful, not what you expected this blind date to be like. He’s so sweet to you, he listens so well and you can’t help but be ridiculously attracted to him. After you’re done having dinner, he pays the bill and the two of you leave the restaurant, walking outside onto the sidewalk. “Would you like to go back to my place?” You suggest to him, surprised in yourself that you made such a bold move. To be honest, you don’t want to say goodbye to him just yet. The night is still young and it’s only just getting started.

“Of course!” He says, taking your hand and holding it. You hail down a taxi and the both of you get inside. You tell the driver your address and he starts taking you there, your body relaxing in the back seat against Adam’s. It feels amazing to be so close to him. He smells wonderful, his strong arm around your shoulders, your head resting against his pec. The cab trip doesn’t take too long and soon you arrive at your apartment, getting out of the taxi. You live in a very nice apartment building near Central Park. He follows you inside as you say hello to the doorman and walk to the elevator. It takes you up to the tenth floor where your apartment is. You unlock the door and open it, shutting it and locking it behind you once you’re both inside.

“Well here it is. My humble abode.” You say, taking off your heels and putting them by the door for you to actually put away later. Your apartment is decorated in expensive decor, there’s a shelf of awards by the fake fireplace and the walls are lined with bookshelves full of novels of all different kinds. He kicks off his shoes too and takes off his jacket, hanging it on the hook on the wall.

“Very nice.” He says, looking around. “How long have you lived in New York?” He asks you.

“I moved here to go to University when I was 18. I’m 24 now.” You tell him. He goes over to a bookshelf, the one with the novels you wrote on it. He sees that those books have your name on them.

“Are these the ones you wrote?” He asks you and picks up a book, looking at the cover. You rush over and try to take the book away from him.

“Yes I wrote those but I’d rather you not read them right now.” You say but he won’t hand the book back over.

“Why not? What’s in them that I can’t see right now?” He opens the book to the first page and starts skimming over it. The anxiety in your chest is rising, you’re so nervous right now.

“Nothing, I was just hoping we’d get to spend some time together right now, you know.” You say but he turns the pages further and continues to read. His eyes widen, now glued to the words on the page. You can tell he’s reading an erotic scene, it’s probably the first one of that novel where the main character gives her love interest a blow job.

“Is this why you didn’t want me to read them?” He asks you, not taking his eyes off the page.

“Yes.” You frown a little and cover your face with your hands. He flips the pages and skims them, seeing more and more vulgar words strawn together to make the many sex scenes in that novel.

“I’ve never read something like this before.” He says softly, looking over at you as he shuts the book and puts it back. “I’d love to read it more for real and the other ones too.” You stare at him, unsure of what to say. “What? Are you embarrassed? Obviously you’re extremely successful.” He said, waving his hand around momentarily at your apartment that surrounded you.

“I’m not embarrassed. I just didn’t want to show you those quite yet.” You said and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of red wine. He follows you, watching you.

“I get that. Sorry I read them when you didn’t want me to. I was just very curious.”

“It’s okay.” You take a sip of your wine.

“I’m still very curious.” He walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips and you love the way his touch feels. “How do you get the inspiration to write those?” His question makes you chuckle lightly.

“How does any writer get inspiration? Experiences, fantasies, ideas. Then I put them all together to make a story.” Your eyes are locked on his face and his on yours.

“That’s true… Let’s go sit down? I’d love to hear more about your creative process.” He takes your free hand and leads you back into the living room, causing you to chuckle again. You two have a seat on the couch, real close to each other like how you were sitting in the back of the taxi. “I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t turn me on that you write smutty stories.” He says ever so boldly.

“Well thank you for being honest.” You grin, setting your glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“I bet you’re really kinky, aren’t you?” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, your faces so close to each other. His voice is soft and sensual as you’re surrounded by the warmth of his body.

“You could say that. I guess one has to be when they write erotic novels.” You confess, a little smirk on your lips. He presses his lips to yours in the first kiss you’ll ever share and it’s absolutely perfect. His lips are so soft, plump and they feel amazing against yours. Your hands rest on his big arms, tasting his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. He kisses you with passion and desire, one of his hands rested on your cheek and the other one on your hip. He breaks the kiss for a moment to whisper on your lips.

“I like you. You’re gorgeous, you’re talented and I like the way it feels to be around you."

"I like you too. Very much. Would you like to see my bedroom? I just feel bad not showing you the entire apartment yet.” You say and it’s really just an excuse to get him inside your bedroom.

“Yes, of course.” He smiles and you two stand up, you take his hand and lead him around your apartment. You show him your study, your library, the bathroom and laundry room and then you lead him into your bedroom where your king size bed is. He immediately puts his arms around your waist and your lips lock again, your arms going around his neck. Your tongues begin a battle against each other, tasting each other and it makes you moan a little into his mouth. He moves his hands to grope your ass and then breaks the kiss to attach his lips to the skin of your neck, collarbones and shoulders, leaving kisses and little bites all over you. Your fingers tug his shirt up and he raises his arms to help you remove it. You have to stop yourself from drooling when you see his chiseled, hard chest and his bare, muscular arms. He reaches behind you and unzips your dress, pushing it off your shoulders, watching it fall to the ground. Adam sees you in your bra and panties, reaching his hand to squeeze your breast for a moment. As he’s taking off your bra, you go for his belt buckle and open it up, unzipping his jeans zipper and pushing his pants down his waist. He kicks them off, now the two of you are just in your underwear.

“You are so beautiful, I don’t know how I’m gonna thank Alicia for introducing us.” He says and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“I’ll have to find some way to thank her as well. You’re pretty stunning yourself, Adam.” You say and sit on the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you, eyes locked on your face as he stares down at you. You hook your fingers to the waistband of his underwear and slowly pull them down. His rock hard cock pops out and it’s way bigger than you expected. You figured with how tall he is, he’d be big but you had no idea that this is what he was hiding in his pants this whole time. “Fuck.” You mumble, wrapping your hand around his erection and pumping it slowly. He steps out of his underwear and tugs at your panties.

“Take these off. I want to touch you.” He tells you and it makes you feel like there are volts of electricity rushing through your veins.

“Yes, sir.” You say softly and wiggle out of your panties, letting them fall to the ground then stepping out of them.

“Good girl. Lie down right here on the edge of the bed in front of me.” He orders you and you obey. You lie on the edge and open your legs enough for him to have access. Adam sticks his fingers between your thighs and starts to rub your slickness up and down. You take his length in your hand and start stroking it again, watching as he makes a face of pleasure. His touch feels so good in your most sensitive area, you’re moaning as you lift your legs up a little to give him better access. He slides a finger inside you and pumps it in and out, over and over.

“Oooh, yes please.” You moan and he bites his lip, moving his finger faster. He’s making you very wet and your hand moving on his cock is just making you want him more. He sticks another finger inside of you and continues to work his digits in and out of you, harder now. “Oh shit! Yes! Yes!” You moan, encouraging him, staring up at him with lustful, needy eyes.

“You want my cock inside of you? Deep, deep inside of you?” He asks you, your cunt soaking wet from the touch of his fingers.

“Yes! Yes I do! I want your cock deep inside of me, Adam!” You moan loudly and honestly then he retracts his hand from between your thighs, moving it to his cock to transfer the wetness from your pussy to it.

“Adam, will you sit up against the headboard on the bed? I want to ride you.” You ask him, knowing it would be best to start this way because of how big he is, you can have control at first to get yourself adjusted to his size.

“Sure, of course.” He says and nods eagerly getting on the bed to sit in the middle with his back against the headboard like you asked. He was typically very dominant in bed, but he just couldn’t say no to you asking to ride him. You climb on top of him and straddle his hips then he guides his cock inside you slowly, filling you all the way up as you slide down on him.

You can feel every inch of him stretching you out, not moving for a moment to relax yourself around him. His hands are on your hips and his gaze is locked on yours. He tilts his face forward and kisses you longingly to which you return the kiss with passion. Your fingers are woven into his long dark hair while you start to move your hips slowly, it helps that he got you so wet earlier with his fingers. His cock slides in and out of you again and again with ease as you ride him, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.

He breaks the kiss with a deep breath, moving his hands down your body behind you to your ass, squeezing your cheeks as they bounce on his dick. Next he does something a bit bold but it’s certainly not unwelcome. He raises his hand and brings it down with a hard smack to your ass cheek, making you moan.

“You like being spanked? You’re a dirty girl who likes when I spank her ass?” He says while keeping eye contact. You nod quickly and begin to move your hips even faster.

“Yes I am!”

"Shit, fuck! You are so fucking tight, Y/N!” He says, feeling like he’s in pure heaven. You grip his shoulders and stop moving for a moment to get on your feet in a squatting position, his cock still buried inside you. You’re so wet as you bounce again harder than before and he reaches his hand to your chest, squeezing your tits. His thumbs rub your nipples adding another sensation of pleasure. He can feel your cunt tightening around his cock, you’re going to cum soon.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right there! I’m going to cum!” You moan out to him, riding him as quickly as you can.

“Be a good little slut and cum all over my cock!” He orders you and the way he talks to you in such a filthy way turns you on so much. The way you moan when you orgasm and the sounds your cunt makes from how wet it is let’s him know you’ve reached your climax. In a state of pure bliss you nearly lose your balance and Adam helps you get back on your knees. He wraps his arms around you and moves your bodies, lying you down on the bed with him on top of you, still inside you. He supports himself on his knees and grips your thighs, snapping his hips in a quick pace. “You’re such a good little slut for me.”

“Adam, Adam, Adam…” You moan, clawing into the sheets beneath you. This makes him pound you faster and harder, getting himself closer to his own release. You’re moaning so much now that it’s become incoherent, a mixture of jumped words and sounds of pleasure.

“I’m going to cum.” He says, looking at your eyes.

“Where do you want to cum?”

"All over your perfect tits.” He growls.

“Please cum all over my tits.” You moan, licking your lips and seeing him stare at your tongue while you do it. He stops moving his hips, pulls out of you and kneels next to you, aiming at your chest as he pumps his cock with his hand. He spills out and covers your breasts with his hot sticky cum and you watch his face the entire time he does it. You love knowing that you’re the one who makes him make those kinds of expressions when he cums, that you’re the one who makes him moan like that. He collapses next to you, both of your chests heaving.

“You’re incredible.” He says to you, making you get that fuzzy and cozy feeling in your chest.

“So are you.” You reach for his hand and hold it, turning your head to look at his eyes.

After both of you had a shower, Adam stayed the night and spent the rest of the evening with you. He had to go home sort of early in the morning to prepare for a theater event he had to attend later that day but told you he would call you soon. It wasn’t fun to say goodbye to him, although you knew you simply must. You look forward to seeing him again and perhaps pursuing a relationship with him. Will he be interested in that? You don’t know yet. You can only patiently wait for the next time you’ll get a chance to talk to or see him.

Hopefully it won’t be too long.

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