#and even then she comes out of hiding quickly

[loveln4]

PART 1 , PART 2

tags: @adoredeanna @f1fantasys

LANDO NORRIS x GIRLFRIEND!READER

The whole facade

Seemed to fall apart, it's complicated

- Gracie Abrams, I know it won’t work

synopsis: Y/n comes back to the apartment after she had left to cool off. Lando wasn’t there, thankfully and she thought she could at least clean up the mess he left. But what happens when Lando comes back with a guest?

warnings: vulgar language, guilt, cheating, sexual scenes.

She walked into the large apartment hoping that he was gone. Fortunately, he was. The place was a mess from the last time she was in there, which was only four hours ago.

Y/n had told him that she’d be back in an hour or two but was then caught up with a meeting with her employees. As she entered the bedroom, she was met by a waft of cologne, Lando’s scent filling her senses. It broke her to see the room an absolute mess. What did he do?

She pulled her duffel bag from the top shelf of her closet and started shoving clothes inside. She didn’t even look at what she placing in there, she wanted to be out of there as soon as she could.

The duffle bag was full and heavy when she was done shoving all her belongings into it, needing to grab a second one that was hiding beneath Lando’s clothes.

She ran around the bedroom, picking up things of her’s that were flung onto the wooden floor. Y/n felt a sharp pain beneath her toe, lifting her foot up slightly revealing a shard of glass.

“Fuck me.” She cursed harshly. Y/n plucked the large piece out, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She hopped across the room, her blood dripping on the hardwood floor. By the large window a picture frame that was originally perched upon her bedside table was cracked, the photo still intact.

This view in front of her broke her. The photograph displayed Lando and Y/n at the beach, both of their hairs salty, skin bronzed by the hot sun.

She picked the frame up and slipped the photo out, placing it in the back of her jeans. Y/n looked around the bedroom where they had once made love, but all she could see was hatred, anger.

Y/n decided to clean the bedroom up. Picking up shards of glass, vacuuming the floors, wiping the blood off the floor, and making the bed.

When she looked at her phone again, the time read: 7:23 PM. Three hours passed as she was cleaning the mess Lando had left. She just finished folding the throw blanket, placing it on the edge of the couch when fatigue hit her. She hadn’t eaten since eight in the morning and the meal she ate was thrown up after pictures of Lando were sent to her.

Y/n walked into the large kitchen, opening the fridge and scouring for food. A small container of tomato soup she cooked two nights ago gained her attention. She placed it in the microwave while she prepared a grill cheese sandwich to pair with the soup.

She placed herself on the couch, food in hand. She was scrolling on the tv, looking for something to watch, taking large bites of the grilled cheese sandwich was when she could feel tiredness taking over her body.

Y/n quickly finishing up her food, sitting back watching the documentary she had put on when she suddenly fell asleep on the comfy couch.

Lando was left frustrated as Y/n walked out on him. As soon as she walked out those doors he was filled with guilt. He instantly started throwing stuff. Anything he could find, it didn’t matter if it was his or hers, it was going to end up broken on the floor.

He had broken down on the floor as he looked at the mess in front of him. The photograph of them together, hand swung around her waist, her smile big, eyes crinkled as the sun was far too bright for her to open them fully.

They were happy, healthy. But this was before Mclaren started to overwork him.

His phone had started ringing under the beds covers. He dug through them, finally finding it and answering the call from his boss, Zak.

“Lando, we need you at the MTC,” He said in a rush. “We’ve got a lot more testing before the end of the break and we’ve got to talk to PR, got it?” Zak sighed loudly over the phone, “If you break up with your girlfriend you have to tell us before doing so.”

“Yeah, sorry mate.” He replied as steady as he could, his breath shaky from his breakdown that had occurred a few minutes ago.

“Just get here as soon as you can, okay?”

Lando hung up and started to get ready. He walked over the objects on the floor toward his closet. The closet he shared with Y/n.

All of her stuff was still in there. Her colourful dresses and her worn out jeans folded neatly on her side of the walk-in-wardrobe. Her floral, vanilla and musky sweet perfumes were lined up perfectly, untouched. He hoped it would stay that way.

He sprayed his cologne on after changing into a simple outfit; jeans and a sweater. Lando grabbed his keys and headed out, the kitchen and living room just as messy as their bedroom.

Lando was in such a daze he didn’t realize he had torn up every room in the apartment. But he left anyways, leaving the apartment, wishing that she’ll be there when he comes back.

The meeting with Zak and the PR team ran longer than expected. Lando told them that he didn’t know where Y/n and himself stood after she had found out about the pictures posted.

Zak, being the loudest man in the world had said, “If she doesn’t leave you, she’ll never be happy.” Was he lying?

This sparked a rage in Lando. He was angry, needed to blow off steam, but where?

Lando drove to his best friends house. Max Fewtrell was shocked as Lando waltzed into his closet and started grabbing a dress shirt, slipping it on with ease.

“The fuck are you doing?” Max followed him into his bedroom, “Hey!”

Lando couldn’t hear his best friend. He was torn. He has been torn. Lando didn’t know who he was anymore.

“Max, what’s—Lando, what the fuck?” Max’s girlfriend walked in as Lando was exiting, pushing past her and down the stairs. “Max.” She warned her boyfriend.

Max had ran down after him, “Lando!” He grabbed him, “Hey, man.” A slight smell of alcohol lingered in Lando’s breath, “Have you been drinking.”

“Maybe.”

And with that, Lando walked out of the house and drove to the club he was at last night.

Lando’s hand grasped her thighs, needing her all to himself, though this action made him feel sick.

Opening the door with one hand and pushing her into the apartment, he paused and looked around, hands leaving the girls body.

The house was clean. He knew y/n couldn’t live in a dirty environment. She had been there.

“What is it Lando?” The girl asked him innocently, biting her lip and running her hands down his front.

“Nothing.” He responded coldly, his jaw clenched as he could smell her familiar scent.

Y/n woke up with a startle. Looking up from her curled position on the couch, Lando and his mistress were both staring at her.

“Fuck, Lando.” She whispered as she immediately stood up, “Fuck you.” She bit as she grabbed her two duffle bags and walked past them both.

She grabbed her keys from her duffle bag pocket. She had finally found them underneath the bed as she was vacuuming glass shards.

After packing her bags into the back of her car she sat in silence. The garage was dark and empty.

She broke down. Earlier, when she had first seen the photos, she was angry. Y/n was crying because she was mad at herself that she didn’t see the signs earlier, that she didn’t communicate with him sooner.

Now, she was crying because she just lost who she thought she’d spend the rest of her life with.

She truly loved him.

Maybe too much as she still wanted him after the sight she saw upstairs.

A/N: i wasn’t planning on making a part 2 but people requested it. enjoy..? you probably won’t because i don’t want yall to have a happy ending 😼

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[buddierealm]

ʚ MISTAKES NEVER LAST — e. diaz x reader

Part 1 - Part 2 Wordcount: 2.9k Summary: You never do this. Really, never. But, of course, the one time you decide to have a one night stand with a complete stranger, it blows up right in your face. In more ways than one. Warnings: pseudocheating?? (bc of shannon), mentions of nsfw content, slightly ooc Eddie, PURE SILLINESS baby! A/N: they're such losers ohemgee, hope they stay happy forever... :/ (also this’ll be a LITTLE inspired by early merder but u didn’t hear that here…)

You usually wake up much slower than the regular person. This is mainly because of your job's demands, having to be in full focus the moment you step into the firehouse. Today, however, you quickly realize there won't be any time for that. The sun's already up, and you should've been up by 5:30AM.

It also dawns on you that there's someone in your bed. Wait what? There's someone in your bed, with their arm wrapped around your waist, and their front completely pressed to your back. You internally panic for a moment, before memories from last night begin flooding your mind.

Gorgeous eyes. A lot of flirting. A few drinks. And then, two times on the couch, and three in the bedroom. Oh. Right.

You couldn't wait to tell Hen all about it at work. She was the one who'd told you to get out there, after all. But first, you had to figure out how to get this stranger out of your bed. Or at least slip into the shower and hope he gets the hint and leaves while you're in there.

Your nose scrunches in concentration, as you pull his arm off of your waist slowly. He makes a noise in protest, but you pay it no mind. You quickly slip out of bed and bend down to grab your robe off of the floor. As you pull it closed quickly, you hear a breathy laugh from behind you.

You glance behind you immediately to meet the stranger in your bed's eyes, looking your practically half naked body up and down. He has an arm behind his head, and he seems to be enjoying the show. You frown to hide your immediate attraction to him. Yep, his eyes are still pretty gorgeous.

His smile immediately disappears as he seems to remember he might be late to something, a job, hopefully? He grabs his phone off of your nightstand and checks the time, disappointment marring his features. Maybe he was hoping for another round in the shower. Something you wouldn't have been completely opposed to.

No, you need to get him out of here!

Thankfully, he gets up and begins dressing, grabbing anything he can find off of the floor and throwing it on.

"Um, good morning," he says quickly, "And um, thank you?"

You laugh at his apparent gratitude. If you're remembering correctly, you should be the one thanking him.

"You're welcome?" you reply, your voice laced with hesitancy "uh, if it helps, I don't usually do this either."

He smiles, looking down, as he pulls his pants closed. His shirt's buttons are still open and he looks good enough to eat.

"Not sure that it does," he says, "I'm really sorry. I'd stay, really. But I'm gonna be late. Which isn't what you want to be on your first day."

You nod quickly, trying to seem as understanding as possible. He's unbelievably beautiful, but you really need to start getting ready so there's no room to talk.

"Uh, nope. It's no problem. I'm gonna head into the shower. And you won't be here when I come back," you assert, hoping he gets the hint, "so goodbye...?"

You blank, realizing you don't even remember his name. Did you even catch it with all of the... Wow. You can't believe you slept with someone and can't even remember his name.

His mouth splits into a smile, "Eddie. It's Eddie. Goodbye. And, thanks again..."

He says your name, and you start feeling really bad. You nod anyway, and run into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You lock it, and wait until you hear the front door shut to turn on the water, dipping underneath it, and washing away whatever happened last night.

You're so glad you won't see him again.

The rest of your morning is going exceptionally normally. You head into the firehouse, walking alongside Hen. You can't keep your mouth closed, so you start gossiping about last night immediately, sparing many graphic details, but telling her the important stuff.

"It was great. And the best part's I don't have to let anyone down easy. What happened happened, and I don't have to deal with the consequences of it, because I have absolutely no idea who he is," you say laughing.

"Yeah, you seem a lot less pent up. I'm glad my advice saved you," she responds, wiggling her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes in her direction, "I wouldn't say saved."

Cap's unusually cheery, loud greetings for everyone spare you from dealing with Hen with a thoroughly stroked ego. His abnormal attitude makes you snicker at him. Did he have a one night stand? Oh, god. Is that what you sound like?

"You are cheery?" Hen questions, stealing the question right off your lips.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Bobby asks.

"It's weird. Please stop," you joke, sounding like a teenager embarrassed by her father.

"Yeah, what's going on with you?"

Buck interrupts what you're sure was going to be a very fascinating lie from Bobby, announcing his body fat's just dropped a half percent.

"Uh, congrats?" you offer, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Buck begins to mansplain what the scan he did's for, and chimney interrupts him.

"They measure the fat in your head?"

You laugh, crossing the circle to offer Chim a high-five, which he takes gladly.

Buck, however, isn't taking it as well, "see, that would be funny, but we're about a week away from submissions being due for the Hot Days, Smouldering Nights: Men of the LAFD Wall Calendar, and I'm already at my goal weight. So it seems like my head is clearly working perfectly."

"Well, that title doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it?" you comment.

"Did you really have to use that whole title? You could just say the idiotic, reductive, sexist, calendar that insults the dignity of this organization, and furthers the myth that all firefighters are male," Hen scolds, and you shoot her a wide grin.

Buck pauses, "Yeah, that's not any less words."

Captain Nash seems to agree, "Hen, C'mon. It's for charity."

"Oh no," you lament.

"Bobby, you too?"

"Why not? They say a man is sexiest when he reaches 50."

"Is that what they say? Oh, that's what they say?"

You grimace, "that can't be true."

Chimney interjects with his own idea, "See I think you're all wrong, I think sorority houses all over this great nation are ready for a new Asian sex symbol. It's our time."

"Hell, yeah. I'm betting on Chimney," you say happily, dying to see where this goes.

Buck ignores you, "Well, I think it's great. I like that you're both going up for it." He can't even manage sounding genuine.

"Ooh," Cap begins, "because you don't think we have a chance..."

You hold back a laugh, simply living for this unfolding drama.

You tune them out for a moment and then hear Chimney going on about...

"Okay, that, is a beautiful man."

"Where's the lie? And I like girls," Hen comments, and that piques your interest.

You direct your gaze to where they're all looking and your jaw unhinges at the joint. This is a sight you're familiar with. Unfortunately.

Hen's smirking at you for all the wrong reasons. She thinks you find him attractive. And, God, you do. You proved just as much last night. But this can't be happening. Please, universe, no.

"Who the hell is that?" Buckley asks, jealousy lacing his tone.

Please not him. Please not him. Please not him.

"Eddie Diaz, new recruit," Bobby says, "graduated top of his class just this week."

You try your hardest to control yourself, but you find yourself gulping, and choking. What? You're choking. On your own spit.

You can't stop coughing loudly. Make it stop, please. Every pair of eyes in the station is on you, and you can feel your cheeks growing red, as you cough three more times.

You bend over, and Hen gives you three blows to the back, then you're standing up straight and breathing normally. Once they've checked in, and made sure you're alright Bobby begins talking all about your one-night-stand-turned-coworker’s achievements and assets.

You believe you might keel over and die.

Bobby starts insisting on introducing you all to him. Your fight-or-flight response begins to take over and you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, citing your choking earlier. Anything to avoid meeting this guy. Again. Fuck.

You stay in the bathroom for as long as you can, but eventually duty calls and the firehouse alarm blares. You make your way outside quickly, ducking into the firetruck.

You find yourself sitting face to face with the man you're desperately trying to avoid. So much for that.

His eyes come up to meet yours and you register the exact moment he pieces it together. You think you might keel over and die again.

You can see his chest rise and fall a little quicker than before. His eyes are fixed on your face, trailing down to your lips and back up to your eyes, and somewhere in the distance Hen starts introducing you to him, but you can tell he isn't listening either.

What the hell is up with his eyes? Are they sparkling? Is that possible?

Hen clears her throat very loudly and it startles the both of you into attention.

"Damn, did either of you even hear a thing I said?" she asks, with a knowing smile on her face.

You give Hen a look that screams 'Save me.' Thankfully, she understands, and redirects the conversation to ask Eddie if he knows anything about the firefighter calendar.

You mouth a 'thank you' to her, when you realize Eddie's finally taken his eyes off of you.

Your first call with new recruit proves to be easier than expected. He keeps his hands and eyes off of you, even on the ride back, a fact you're incredibly grateful for.

You manage to masterfully avoid him for the rest of your shift. You also manage to avoid telling Hen about the whole him-being-the-one-night-stand-you've-been-so-happy-to-avoid thing, by some miracle.

But, good things never last, and as you're getting ready to leave, he corners you. Literally. Into your own locker, of all things.

"Hey," is all he says.

And you forget how to breathe. That's stupid. You're a grown woman, and a firefighter, who breathes every single day of her life, thank you very much. It's very, very difficult to breathe right now, though. When he has an arm (a very large arm, you note) resting against the open side of your locker, and the locker door's blocking the other, leaving you feeling completely helpless.

As you look up into his eyes, you can practically hear that one part in Angeleyes by ABBA play in your mind, and it's all so stupid.

Look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotized.

You burst out laughing, naturally. And he looks at you like you've gone insane, which is completely valid. He has a small smile on his face, too, though, like your laugh might be easing his soul.

"Um..." you begin, clearing your throat and willing yourself to stop laughing, "Sorry, I just remembered a very funny joke."

He nods at your explanation, his gaze following your smile as you duck your head to let out one last giggle.

You blink quickly and remember to finally ask why he's cornered you like this.

"So, what's up with this?" you question, looking at the arm trapping you with a slightly annoyed look.

He apologizes, and brings his arm close to his person, but doesn't move any farther away.

"You're good," you justify, "So, what do you need?"

"Hey, I'm just going a little insane here," he starts, "You're her. From last night. Right? 'Cause you share the same name, and face, and everything."

You're glad he whispers the last part.

You nod in confirmation. Unfortunately, the next time you speak you both do it at the same time.

"You can just forget about it all," you reassure.

"Will you go out with me?" he asks.

You blink rapidly at him, a frown overtaking your features. No, no, no. Oh, no.

He smiles awkwardly, looking away.

You huff a little, "Listen, Eddie. I'm sure you're great. I'm just not looking for anything serious right now."

He nods in understanding, stepping away.

"Also, we have a pretty carefully curated dynamic here at the 118. Please don't ruin it. Not that you'd do it on purpose. Just don't take this rejection too seriously. We could always be friends," you suggest.

"Well, I'll definitely try my hardest. At not ruining your dynamic," he begins to walk away, "And the other thing."

"What other thing?" you yell after him.

"Asking you out," he smiles over his shoulder, "I'm not giving up that easy, hermosa."

Hell no. Hell yes. You wanted nothing to do with this. You wanted everything to do with him.

You turn around and whisper shout 'what the fuck' at your locker, before slamming it shut. You're pretty sure you'll probably be downing a bottle of red wine as you set about cleaning him and his scent out of your house, and your bed tonight.

And you do.

A day later, Buckley offers you should train with him at the in-house gym to pass the time. It's a pretty slow day and you've come to tolerate him now that he isn't trying to get into your pants. So, you agree.

You're deep in your fourteenth, fifteenth? squat when you see Eddie staring at you through the mirror. Buckley's somewhere in the distance taking selfies. You narrow your eyes at Eddie in the mirror to make it abundantly clear that yes, you can see him, and no, he doesn't have your permission to stare.

He looks away, and at least he has the nerve to look a little abashed. You smile to yourself. He's pretty damn cute, if you say so yourself. But you can't get involved right now. He was just supposed to be meaningless sex. Amazing meaningless sex, but meaningless nonetheless.

You can hear him mention something about the lighting to Buck, and you laugh at how defensive Buckley gets. When Eddie pulls up his own pictures your curiosity is piqued and you take a look from the corner of your eye. You see he's noticed that though, and he's giving you a grin.

You roll your eyes when Eddie accidentally gets a rise out of Buck. It was true, everyone knew Buck was single now, but telling him to his face was uncalled for.

You focus on weights for the rest of your workout and try your best to ignore Eddie passing by the open gym a million times, and his eyes, which are subtly (not) fixed on you every single time.

The earth-quake happens a week later. Eddie's still persistent. He asks you out to dinner every other day, and insists he'll keep doing so until you say yes. You roll your eyes every time and reiterate that you really don't want anything serious right now. But it's more like ever. You're not a commitmentphobe, really. You just don't like being held down.

And dating a single dad isn't exactly your idea of free flying. It makes you like him more, somehow, the fact that he has a kid. He's responsible, and he seems like a pretty great father. But it also makes you 10 times more vigilant for him out in the field.

It's the reason why you're not happy about being assigned different areas of this hotel completely rocked by the 7.1 earthquake. Yep, the only reason. His kid seems to precious to orphan.

You try your best to focus on your work, though. This job's already daunting enough without having to worry about anyone else. That's another reason you can't afford to go out with him. You simply wouldn't be able to do your job. It'd be a mess.

You're glad when you save Jeff from underneath the rubble, and he gets to keep his leg. You're even happier to see Hen come out with Kat. But your heart soars, when you realize Eddie made it out okay.

When you get home, you decide to pull out your phone and text him. This is casual, you tell yourself. So very casual. I'm just checking up on a coworker, who I care about very deeply. Casually, of course.

Hey, your kid okay?

Yeah, he's alright. Thanks for asking. ;)

You laugh at his text. So stupid.

You decide to send another one, not wanting the conversation to end quite yet.

And you?

I'm okay. But I could've died today. How horrible would you feel if I had died and you hadn't gone out with me?

You're so full of yourself.

Go out with me? Next weekend? Please.

You find yourself typing before you can even think. It's getting kind of pathetic, honestly. And you'd feel pretty evil if you said no after the day you've both had.

Fine. You better make it worth my time.

Wouldn't dream of anything less. Goodnight.

Goodnight. To you and the kid.

After that, you can't get much sleep. You toss and turn, contemplating whether or not this is a bad idea. Hopefully not. You'll have to tell Hen eventually too. Ugh. You wonder why the hell you ever listen to her.

It isn't just the bad stuff on your mind, though. You're replaying every single interaction you've ever had with him like a drug who's high you can't get enough of. God help you.

[honeybunnyale]

A Favor l J.M.

w.c: 2.1k

t.w.: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark Fic, Smut, description of drug addiction, withdrawals and emotional manipulation. (Lowkey the darkest thing I've ever written, will probs never do again)

a/n: Please read warnings for all of my works before reading. 18+ only!

Summary: Joel is asking for one more favor.

"Don't."

Tess turns at his sharp tone and eyes him. Joel glances keeping his eyes focused forward. She looks up with a sigh-like groan, her pupils pointed to the sky, tongue pressing against the side of her cheek in mock annoyance.

"Why not?"

He stares off into the distance with his shoulders tense and his arms crossed in contemplation. The QZ was always just an option to him and Tess. They could come and go as they pleased, they could leave if they wanted, together, maybe even make things work between them once and for all.

"She likes you, always has," Tess mentions referring to the addict that keeps coming back to him.

They had met years ago, she was barely twenty-two, already asking for some drugs, any drugs that could take away the images in her head, the thoughts that kept her up at night and made her afraid of herself.

She quickly became addicted to Joel as much as the stuff that he gave her. He likes that she keeps coming back to him like a dependency. He would never admit that to anyone though.

"You like her too, so what's the big deal?"

He sniffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She's young, she doesn't know what she likes, what she wants-"

"She's thirty-three, Joel. She wants you."

He finally turns to her and gives her a look. She sighs. Convincing Joel of anything seemed to be completely useless at this point. With age, his stubbornness only increased. Most of the time she had found the appeal to it, the fun and lust for the thick headedness of his actions.

But she's tired and frankly, with her own age, the original spark had gone dull.

"You'd rather she be with some other fuck in the QZ?"

She knew where to hit him, where his anger would rise the most. Joel was always jealous, ever since they met. When Tess had been able to get in contact with someone over the radio named Frank, it felt like she had shot acid into his veins.

Good thing Frank wasn't interested in her, not in the way he originally thought.

He scowls.

"Oh c'mon Joel, you've fucked her before, haven't you? It’ll be fun, I'm sure she'll want to do it again."

He stays quiet, she pushes on his shoulder lightly, starting to chuckle.

"Just open your palm and she'll come running like a little‐"

"Don't‐," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, turning back and stepping down from the small hill that overlooks the fallen jagged cityline.

"She doesn't deserve to be spoken about like that," he mumbles, as if he had more morality than her.

Tess hums, wanting nothing more than to have finished her sentence, aching to remind him of how much you were already wrapped around his finger. In some sense you really were, judging by your raspy moans and heady breaths a month ago, the last time Joel had seen you and coincidentally the night he had told you to stop seeking him out.

"Such a Gentlemen. See? You won't have to try so hard."

He gives her another look.

"We need this, then we might be able to get out of this place. For Tommy."

...

Withdrawals were a pain in the ass. Some moments you shake, having to hide your hand behind your back, biting your lip so hard it makes you bleed, just so that officers wouldn't shoot you at the slightest twitch of a hand.

Other times you feel fine, your mind numb, cloudy but not enough to incapacitate you from your work. The worst is when you're home, when you can't distract yourself with the flames and foul smell of rotting or burning flesh.

Being stationed in charge of the disposal of all of the infected bodies came with needs, and those needs could only be fulfilled by Joel Miller. The man who had left you to fend for yourself and deal with your sudden loss of supply.

You hated Joel, hated the way he made you believe he had actually cared about you. It's been a month, no pills, no nothing, only you and your thoughts.

Now you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your body covered in sweat and itching with discomfort. There's a knock at your door, the same one he had told you would signify his arrival.

Now you were hallucinating, thinking of the damn bastard that had left you feeling sick and deprived. Your mind was numb, your body needing something, something to make your skin sing, your veins to sting with pleasure even if for just a moment.

You think of his hands and the door knocks again. Your own fingertips travel down to your breast, pinching your budding nipple through the fabric of your sweater. You hear your name, out from his own lips and calling for you in his voice.

A shiver rolls down your spine. Your hands slip down your stomach and towards your folds, spreading your legs, imagining his head between them, kissing up your thigh, commenting on how the taste of your pussy was enough compensation for the ache of his knees and back.

The dip of your fingers wasn't enough, your brows furrow, they weren't as thick as you wanted, the way it should be.

"Open. It's me."

The door shakes with another bout of banging. You almost fall to the floor. Your heart races. For a few moments, he hears you shuffle around, cursing under your breath and ultimately breathing in deeply.

You open the door, and his eyes soften, just a little. Enough for you to see the slight guilt and especially enough for you to feel the pity he had for you. You were taken aback from it. 

"What do you want?" you mutter.

His eyes rake over your form, you wore nothing but a tattered sweater, the one he had given you and that he found while scavenging outside the QZ.

Your voice was weak, you pulled your sleeves over your fingers, bitten raw and meaty. In your mind, you had yelled at him, screamed and pushed him by the chest to show your frustration and betrayal.

Your hands start to shake as he makes his way inside, his eyes giving you a once over at the blank look you had. He sits at the edge of your bed. His face was stoic, still stern. He looked as though he didn't bring himself to your apartment, as if you were making him sit his ass down to tend to his wounds like all of the other times.

"C'mere."

You don't move, your skin starts to itch, anxiety builds in your stomach. His mouth barely opened and he grits his teeth as he repeats his command.

Seeing you like this made him angry. Your eyes were sunken in, your body looking sickly and frail. You weren't taking care of yourself, and it was all his fault.

You move forward and his hands wound around your waist to help you straddle his hips. Your hands instinctively move towards the breast pockets of his flannel, he slaps them away.

"I need something." he says calmly, almost apologetically. 

You ignore him, now clawing at his jean pocket, looking for a little reused baggy of baby blue or white pills. He takes your wrists and holds them so tight you flinch.

"Listen to me."

He was like a snake, moving his head languidly in front of your face until you had finally given him eye contact. For a few moments you scowled, your eyes were clear in their anger.

He felt you. The real you. Then you looked down submissively, attempting to keep still against him, despite the way your body shook in tremors.

God, he ruined you. He shifts his thigh, pushing you slightly back so that you aren't as flush against his chest. Your legs split between his as he adjusts on your bed.

Your breath hitches when your cunt spreads against the rough denim of his jeans. He watches as you lick your lips, he feels the way you dampen the fabric underneath you.

He stares at your lips, remembering the time he made you swallow down a pill with his cum still held in your tongue. His eyes soften and his palm meets the sweaty, hot skin of your cheek.

His thumb pushes in, he can't help it. You suck automatically, expecting there to be sweet chalky dust littered on his fingertips.

"Need you to do me a favor..."

Your eyes tear up and you suck harder, your hips starting to twitch back and forth.

"Have some friends working for Robert, yeah?"

You don't respond, he already knows. You feel a pit of frustration build in your lower stomach; you pull yourself away, but he keeps your hips in place.

His thigh bounces up against you and his finger pops out of your mouth to grip your chin. He looks down at you softly, his eyes trailing down to your lips before leaning down to devour them.

His hand cups the back of your neck and his thumb tilts your head up. His lips move against yours hungrily, his tongue traveling further as you moan as his other wandering hand massaging into the side of your breast.

He breaks the kiss slightly, thick spit trailing over your lips as he kneads your body and flexes his thigh. His eyes search over your face as you start to roll your hips and your eyes flutter closed.

"C'mon baby... I'll give you what you want if you just tell me."

You swallow thickly and lick your lips. His hand lowers between your legs, a knuckle brushing against your cunt and circling over your clit, glossy with your slick and pulsing in time with each grind of your hips on his thigh.

His lips trail down your neck as you nod slightly.

"Y-yeah..." you trail off, only speaking with an exhale.

Your hands reach the back of his head as he bites down on your shoulder, humming as you finally answer his question. He looks up at you from there, tilting his head up to nuzzle his nose under your chin.

He helps you shift closer to him, your eyes closing tightly and your lips pursing as you contain your moans of relief and pleasure at his touch and the sudden closeness of another body against yours.

"Heard they found a battery..."

You nod and lean down to kiss him again, a whine escaping your lips as he tilts his head to the side and you inevitably miss.

"Joel-"

"Know where it is, honey?"

The slightest flinch of your brow, the question developing in your head and showing through your eyes made him hesitate. He kisses you again and you're distracted.

Minutes later he has your pussy squelching, your neck and jaw covered in love bites and your hips bruised with his grip. Your back meets his chest as your hips work over his thigh.

His fingers were furiously swirling over your clit, his other hand holding your neck steady as he mouthed over your neck.

Your body shakes and he feels the way your cunt pulses in orgasm. A garbled moan escapes past your lips and you feel the way his chest rumbles in a chuckle.

Joel's mouth doesn't stop, his lips start to suck harshly against your skin, making it bruise tender, your skin resulting in raised bumps.

You realize, as he tightens his hands on you and trembles, that he missed the feeling too.

"Fireflies," you mumble against his chest. Your body was laid on the covers, his laying on his side beside you. His hands caress over your neck, he nods and sighs in what you think is relief.

A couple of minutes later he sits up, your eyes close and you feel the cold brush through your body again. The tremors came back and the twitch of your fingers towards him were weak.

He leaves something on the bedside table, you hear the shuffling of his jeans and a wet cloth against your swollen cunt. It almost feels as if you were on the precipice of sleep.

You feel lips on your forehead, the wetness of them leaves an uncomfortable feeling on your skin. The door opens and closes softly.

As you lay on the mattress, finding that he hadn't even left his scent behind on your pillowcases, you realize something else. You stare at the baggy full of pills, a little more packed than the usual he would give you.

He's gone and he used you one last time.

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Thank you for reading! Sending love!

-Alejandra 💋

[jaegerbby]

➳ someone older: chapter two

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 5694

╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of family issues.

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you have not stopped thinking about nanami.

you counted every second that passed since you last saw him.

your best friend asked you so many times why you were not coming over but you never gave her a truthful response.

you feel like your heart is pressing against your chest, on the verge of ripping out because it calls for nanami.

but he hurt you, he really hurt you.

"hey, you spacing out again?" yua drops into the seat beside you. you perk up almost immediately. the rest of your friends are gathered around the table playing cards.

"i'm just tired."

"are you sure? you seem so sad lately." you know she is just concerned and you really did try to hide it but your heart is breaking.

"i don't have anything to be sad about." you reach for the bag of chips from her, putting a handful into your mouth. you are lying again.

"if you want to talk, we can go upstairs." 'did something happen at home?' it is tethering on her tongue. you know she wants to ask. you are starting to hate being asked that.

"it's really nothing."

you see it on her face that she is about to push the subject. you feel sick to your stomach, you feel sick to even think about the things you keep to yourself.

"yua, you got anymore beer?" her words are interrupted by one of your friends.

"you already had like three." yua calls with a begrudging roll of her eyes. 

"c'mon, one more." you stand so quickly yua flinches in surprise.

"i'll go get it." you feel like you will suffocate if you have to think anymore.

you swipe your hand over your face as you hurriedly walk off. you might be too lost in the mess in your head because you do not realise you slam into someone until their hands grip your shoulders to steady you.

water drips on your skin and all you can see is blonde hair and brown eyes that you found yourself constantly wishing would be on you.

his chest is hard, your hands trail lower and nanami glimpses down when he realises. he releases you to take a step back and clears his throat.

nanami walks around you and you turn your body to follow him. you think you would always follow him. you would do it without a second thought. he reaches up to grab a cup from the cupboard and his shirt raises.

his shirt raises and your eyes trail over the defined indents of his hips, the veins that are on his lower abdomen and the blonde hair that trails downwards.

your lips part and you reach for his hand that rests on the counter, your pointer finger tugs on his pinkie. nanami's shoulders tense, you wish you could coax your hands over the muscles and rid him of any worry.

"can we talk?" nanami breathes hard at the sound of your voice. he knows nothing good ever comes out of talking to you. because when he talks to you, he starts thinking and before he can think coherently, he finds that he already got too close to you. 

he does not respond but he faces you, your head tilts back to look up at him.

"you told me you'd make it hurt. you did. you really did." your fingers trail along his palm before you grasp it tightly. "and yua asked me what's wrong. everyone always ask me what's wrong but i only want to hear it from you." your voice trembles, pursuing your lips.

it is the last thing he wants to see, he told you he would make it hurt but he swears his heart is being crushed just the same. he knows he should have stopped from the start.

you are the last person nanami should have gotten close to. when you look up at him with watery eyes, he wants to go against everything he told himself.

"i want to know that you care because that means i'm not the only one feeling like this right?" you want to ask him if he knows your heart is dying to be near him.

you squeeze his hand tighter. his hand feels so right in yours, it feels like his hand is the only one you are meant to hold.

nanami wants to tell you he does not feel anything for you. he wants to say it for your betterment but he cannot bring his lips to form those words when he does not mean them in the slightest.

he wants to put his arms around you and rid you of any sadness. he wants to do any and every thing to ensure another tear never fills your eyes.

when he does not respond you step closer. you bat your eyes in the sweetest way. all you do is tempt him.

"can you ask me what's wrong?"

he knows saying it would mean admitting he feels something too. kento says it anyway. "what's wrong?" he wants so desperately to call you his baby. your eyes light up when you hear it.

he can feel you holding his hand tighter, nanami cannot help but squeeze yours gently.

"i want to be close to you all the time but you won't let me."

he breathes shakily. it is the first time you have been around since that day.

he cannot admit it but your absence has been debilitating.

"i told you, this can't happen." you smile anyway. you are flashing him that pretty smile that is going to linger in his mind for days to come.

"i know." you wish you did not like him. it would have made everything easier but kento is impossible to not like. there is not a world where he could exist and your heart would ever be able to resist him.

you do not know how long you stand there, staring at each other, listening to nothing but the sound of shared air.

"i'm sorry." he says. his eyes are soft, he looks disappoint, he hates that he hurt you. the last thing he wants to do is add to your worries.

"it's okay." you say it but he knows you cried because of him.

he cannot help himself, not when it comes to you.

his hands cup your face and he hears your breath hitch as he leans in to nuzzle your nose with his.

then you're wrapped in his arms.

you're wrapped up in kento's embrace with your cheek pressed to his firm chest and his scent filling your senses.

you hold him like you never want to let go.

"i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have said it." his voice is deep and he's so close it's said right into your ear.

you hug him tighter.

"you don't have to be sorry. i'm tough anyway."

you barely separate.

you are still too close, far too close for it to be appropriate.

"yn." yua calls and you flinch. she walks into the kitchen. "oh, dad."

nanami steps further away, his hand finding his glass and yua looks between you.

"we're totally not drinking." she quips.

"i believe you." although the raucous behaviour of your friends outside proves her statement wrong.

she turns her attention back to you, "are you ready to head back?"

you wring your hands, your eyes still on kento but he does not look at you.

"you can go ahead, i need to use the washroom first."

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you should not be here. you would like to pretend it was not intentional to end up in nanami's bed.

it started so innocently.

but it became so difficult to leave. how could you leave such an enticing scent? one of chypre and fougere. one of expensive cologne that you want to bathe in. you want to be covered in anything associated with nanami.

you writhe on the sheets, burying your face into the pillow. when his scent invades your senses, you lose all reason.

your thighs press together, you would give everything up to him. you would put every fucked up part of you into his hands and hope he saw something worthy in them.

you stroke your covered cunt, the ache between your legs intensifying. you wish you were being bent over by him, you wish he was pressing your face into the nest of his smell to muffle your cries.

you lowly curse, a low mewl of his name escapes your mouth as your fingers coax along your cunt.

it is an itch that only nanami can scratch because even as you strip your lower half bare and glide your fingers down your slit it is not enough.

your toes curl as you collect the syrupy juices leaking from you and slowly sink a digit inside. your pussy pulses, all you can think about is nanami's fingers and the way they would feel inside of you. you want to know have far they would reach, how experienced they are.

you need to know, you need him to show you.

you breathe shakily, slowly slipping your finger out before plunging it inside.

your brows furrow. you wonder how nanami would take you.

would he be slow and gentle? you shiver as the gummy walls of your swollen insides squeeze your finger.

would he be rough and go so hard you tremble? you slam your finger in this time. your cunt squelches, body writhing along the sheets. you feel like he would do it this way.

like he would pound his thick fingers into your pussy and make you delirious.

but his would stretch you out more than one of your fingers, so you add another. your thighs tense at the intrusion and your back arches off the bed.

you cannot wait, no your legs spread further and you plunge your fingers into your leaking hole. you do it over and over. again and again. until liquid coats your digits in copious amounts and drool fills your mouth.

when the stroke of your fingers filling your gooey insides is not enough the pads of your fingers find your clit and you roll it roughly.

you think nanami would take your cunt without any regard, with unleashed aggression.

the soppy noises of your pussy getting fucked fill the room, all you can think about is him and how desperately you need him to stuff you full. to make you whole.

kento told you sorry. he has told you a lot of things. you try to rearrange the syllables to phrases that make you wetter. things like him calling you a good girl and telling you how perfect you feel wrapped around his cock.

"kento. mmgh kento." you whine, you try to stay quiet, truly you do but the thought of him touching you instead makes you brainless. it rids you of any care.

your fingers curl and glide along your swollen insides, you shove them in to the knuckle. slimy liquid drips down and splatters every time you fuck back into your cunt.

your hips stutter, moving in tandem with your fingers. you pinch the stilted bundle of nerves before rolling it again. your hand moves frantically.

but it is still not enough, it is not enough.

you need nanami to get there. you need him to feel something.

"kento." you brokenly cry, your eyes rolling back as the way you fuck your cunt open grows rougher.

it seems he knows when you need him. like you call and he comes.

"what are you doing?" his eyes are alarmed, you barely hear the click of the door locking beyond the sound of your pussy getting filled.

you should stop, in fact, you should be ashamed. you are anything but that. your heart alights at the sound of his voice. your stomach erupts with too many butterflies to contain.

you whine, your insides feel like they are throbbing. your hand stills, slowly pulling them out as an onslaught of liquid seeps from you.

nanami can see it all. he can hardly get passed the sight of you on his sheets, fucking your cunt. like he wants to do instead. he cannot get passed the sight of you with disheveled hair and a brainless expression or how wet and messy your cunt is. he can see it, he can see it from here and it tears his mind apart.

"come, please." you mutely whimper, your voice sounds too intoxicating. you are intoxicating because against his better judgement he finds himself drawing closer.

he finds himself sitting beside your breathless body. "you said you were going to the bathroom."

you tilt your head to meet his distressed face, you want to see what nanami looks like at every moment. how his eyebrows quip up, how his jaw tightens. you want to see how his features contort in any circumstance, with any emotion. you want those to be yours.

"i got lost." you rasp. when he is this close, you can see every vein and ridge on his skin. every muscle and freckle. it only makes your cunt beg for more. it turns you into a desperate slut because nanami is right beside you and he is the only one who can make it all better.

"it's not your first time here." he rakes his hand through his hair. the still dampened strands hang over his forehead. it makes him look younger.

"it's my first time in your bed." your sticky fingers find his forearm, he is so tense. his eyes avoid you, fists tight in an attempt to regain some composure. it does not help in the slightest.

it is hard to ignore you when your cunt is stripped bare for him to see, when you do not even close your legs to hide away from him. it is hard to ignore the liquid you taint his skin with because he knows it came from your creamy pussy and he wants to get his fingers covered instead.

he wants to cover something else with you too.

"won't you look at me?" you reach down to stroke your swollen clit, squeezing nanami's arm as he clenches his jaw and lets out a sharp breath.

you press harder, your hips rocking. "please, kento, please just once."

you both know it could never be once. you lie to yourself that after this nothing will happen. that you would stop here.

nanami lies to himself too.

you do not hide the smile that impresses on your face as nanami climbs over you.

he grips your wrist to bring your slick sodden fingers into his mouth. all you can feel is heat when his tongue strokes over them and he sucks every bit of your essence. his expression is pained as he pulls back "why do you have to taste that good? have you not ruined me enough?"

he leans down and you swear he is going to kiss you but all he does is brush his lips along yours. "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart." nanami does not think he could stop now that he knows what you taste like.

you reach up to stroke the shaven hair just above his nape and tug him closer but nanami turns his head before you can kiss him.

"kento." it is quiet.

"we can't."

frustration fills you, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek. you are selfish, you need your fill. even if he does not admit it, he needs it too. perhaps more than you.

he relishes on the soft feeling of your mouth on his skin.

"let me see." he grips the sides of your waist as you leave wet kisses.

"baby, let me see your pussy. i need to see how messy she is." you think you might cum from his voice alone.

you do not want to let him go but you want him to see your cunt, you want him to touch and feel and sink inside you.

he sits up on his knees, his rough palms gripping your thighs to hold you open. he lets out an exasperated sigh. "everything about you is pretty. she is so fucking pretty, sweetheart."

you feel every callous on his rough hands as he glides them up your stomach to your sternum. he thumbs the fabric of your barely there shirt before he tugs it upwards.

"fucking hell." his lithe touches trail over your breasts before gliding down to squeeze your hips. "so gorgeous. you're the prettiest woman i've ever seen."

you want to kiss him. you want him pressed flush to your skin. all you want is nanami but you cannot have him.

"you were fucking this pretty cunt open, weren't you? what were you thinking about when you were shoving those little fingers in this leaking hole?" his voice is low. you only heard him like that once before.

you think about it all the time.

"you."

"yeah? what did you think about, sweetheart?" his nails nick your skin. nanami cannot believe he has you under him like this. he cannot fathom that a pretty thing like you ever spared him a second glance.

this is far more than he deserves.

"you touching me. if you would be gentle and nice like i know you are or," you swallow it down. the way the words instantly wash a heat over your body. "if you'll be mean."

"how mean? wrapping my hand around that little throat while i stretch your tight cunt or bruising this cute ass when i have you bent over?"

you feel like you will pass out. your body writhes like you want to put more of you into his hands. you want his touch on you always.

"i want it like that, kento, want it anyway you'll give me."

"anyway? if i shove my cock in this little hole and fuck it even if you're crying, even if you can't take anymore you'll still want it?" you moan at his words, your body jolting at the thought.

"anything, kento!"

his touches grow softer, your thighs ache to press together, more slick drips from you. he makes you lose it entirely.

"i would worship you, i could be as rough as you want and i would still worship you. cause that's what you deserve." he reaches up to caress your cheek. "you deserve every bit of affection and love and i wish i could give it to you." but he cannot. it sours your mood when he says it.

it rips your heart out.

"you can give it to me." you want it, you ache and crave for it. from him, only him.

"i wish i could, i would do anything to have you, baby. i would do anything to make you mine." those words are so empty.

"then do it." your voice breaks. tears prick your eyes and his narrow ones fill with pain. you know you cannot have him. you know that and it was certainly your mistake for ever entertaining the idea. for ever hoping.

he leans down to nuzzle his nose with yours and you find yourself leaning closer hoping for a kiss but he does not give it to you. "don't cry, sweetheart. please, don't cry."

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. it is not a real kiss but you will let it suffice. "can you touch me?"

"i can't do that, baby."

you throw your head back with an exhausted cry.

"i'm telling you, you can. you can do anything to me kento, please."

nanami cannot let himself touch you because he will not stop. he will not let you go. he wants to put his hands all over you, he wants to memorise the marks on your skin, the contours of your flesh.

nanami wants you more than he can explain.

he swallows hard, nanami is worst than you.

"show me how you want me to touch you."

"i want more than just showing you."

"i'm right here." his large palm comes to caress your cheek and you find yourself pressing further into his touch. he is so warm. "we can pretend it's the same. i want to see it. i want to see how you fuck this pretty cunt when you think of me."

when he talks like that, when he touches you, when he leans down to brush his lips against yours and makes you crave for more. how can you refuse?

your cunt is a mess and you are too. your fingers find your slit, rubbing the underside along your entrance. you wish it was nanami instead.

he huffs a low groan, eyes trained on the liquid coating your digits as you stroke your pussy. "fucking hell." his hands press against the back of your thighs to hold you open. to spread your legs so he can see every bit of your soaking cunt.

you bite down on your lip, maybe you can pretend that nanami is yours as much as you are his. even though he does not accept it.

all you can thing about is how big his hands are, how big he is. everywhere he touches you burns. just like the way he burned himself into your soul.

"can you put them in for me? can you let me see what your pussy looks like when she's taking them?" his voice is sin. it must be. his touch grazes down your legs. "i know she takes it so well, huh? know she looks so good when she's getting fucked."

you could cry. you are crying.

"would look the best if you were fucking me." you whine and nanami hums. he hums and you swear you feel it down every bit of your body. to your bones

"yeah? i know, baby. i know, sweet girl. your pussy would look so good spread around my fat cock. would take it like you were made for it."

"i am." you are made for it, for him. you need him closer. you need him with no space because right now, any distance makes you sick.

"you are. fuck, you are." he grits his teeth, your body melting as he crowds over you and his mouth presses kisses to your neck. "show me, show me what i can't have. put them inside." and you listen. you listen because you are gone for nanami in a way you have never experienced before.

your fingers are covered in sticky liquid, you are wetter than usual. it is because of him. it does not take much to slide two fingers.

it does not take much to shove them in to your knuckles but the ache inside you cannot be quelled unless nanami takes you. "you're so good. how's it feel?"

"like i need you." you voice brokenly whispers. you slowly slip out before slamming back in. you are past the point of depravity. you movements grow repeated and rougher. harder and deeper. as deep as you can get.

you know nanami would go deeper, he might go so deep you lose your mind.

"you've never been fucked properly before, have you?"

you can barely hear him over the messy slurping noises of your fingers pounding into your cunt. over the splatters of your liquids between your legs or the feeling of your cunt clenching down every time you press your digits inside.

but you hear him. you hear him because he is yours. he is the only one you want to hear at every moment.

"nuh uh."

"i want to do that for you. i want to fuck your pussy open. i want to spread her out and stuff you so full you'll go dumb." he keeps his lips over yours, he keeps his voice low. he keeps tempting you. you want so deperately to press your mouth to his. you want so desperately to pull him close and feel the softness of his pink lips. you could try but nanami is stronger than you.

he is so much stronger and if he wanted, he could pin you down without much effort. he could pin you down without a muscle flexing.

"your fingers can't get deep in that little cunt like i can." your body writhes, you curl your fingers but it does nothing to relieve the burning in your abdomen. you arch your back off the sheets almost instinctively. like you want to show nanami all of you is for him to take.

"then fuck me, gosh, just fuck me." you grind your palm into your clit, your hips rocking as you sink your fingers inside. nanami's eyes are hooded, his pupils are blown so wide all you see is black.

he breathes a little harder seeing your fingers plunge inside your soaking slit. they are covered in sticky liquid and so messy all he wants to do is lick them up.

he wants to put his mouth on you and taste your cunt.

his hands find either side of your face, his palms are rough but the way he touches you is so gentle. his nose nudges yours, nanami is so close you swear you will pass out.

"i would fuck you harder than this sweetheart cause i can't help myself. you think i could have any composure once i'm inside this leaking hole? i couldn't if i tried because you destroy me. i would fuck this cunt until your legs are shaking and i have you shaped to my cock."

you squeeze your eyes shut as you pump into your cunt harder. your toes curl and your head feels dizzy.

nanami presses kisses to your cheek before trailing to your neck. you can almost pretend that he is fucking you. almost. because you know the girth of his cock would be an entirely different sensation that your fingers.

you know he would be so deep in your guts you might be too brainless to function.

you know if nanami really fucked you, he would ruin you for anyone else.

he already has.

your hand aches from the vigorous pace you have, it aches as you slam and curl your fingers.

"please, please, please." your lips press against the sharpness of nanami's cheek bone. you would do anything for a kiss.

"doing so fucking good, sweetheart. you're close aren't you?" he knows, of course he would. he sees it in the way your jaw hangs with broken moans, your barely open eyes and the way your thighs tense. "let me see how pretty you look when you cum. let me see how she creams. i know you'll make a mess, wish i could have it on my cock." you whine at his gravelly tone.

"kento, you can. you can have it." any way and any where he wants it.

"cum for me. want you to cover those fingers for me." you would do anything for him.

you kiss his jaw, reaching down to roll your clit in frantic circles as you finger your pussy. you thrust your fingers as hard and fast, wishing it was nanami's cock instead, wishing you could feel the stiffness of his cock being pounded into you.

"kento, please." you whine, your body jittering as you slam into your slit. your thighs flex and tremble, fucking into your hole as you cum. your gooey walls clench and pulse, covering your hand in sticky liquid. you fuck into yourself with uneven pumps of your fingers as your hips buck up.

nanami thinks seeing you cum is the greatest sight he has ever witnessed. he sees your pretty lips parted in cries, he sees your back arch up and drool down your jaw. he sees your pussy cream, wishing all that mess was covering his cock instead and he got to feel you clamping down on him.

when your fingers still they are trembling. they slip out with strands connecting them to your slick covered pussy. nanami's mouth is watering.

"such a good girl, baby." his hands coax along your body, your chest is heaving and there is so much juice dripping from your cunt that it soaks his sheets.

he feels like he won't have any choice but to press his face into that spot later and jerk his cock raw.

your coated fingers stroke along his lips, smearing them with the glossy fluid and his darkened eyes find yours. your breath hitches as his heated muscle slips out to lave along them.

he groans before his mouth engulfs your sodden digits and he sucks the creamy cum off.

he huffs a low curse and you jolt when he kisses the corner of your mouth and trails a flurry of frantic kisses down your warm body.

they are open mouthed and wet, your thighs jumping when he buries his face between your legs and the flat of his tongue trails along your entrance.

his rough palms squeeze your thighs and your fingers find his hair. you mewl, rocking your hips into his face as nanami desperately laps at your entrance. he incessantly glides the slimy muscle of his tongue along your sopping slit.

your jaw hangs and you pant when his tongue presses past your entrance and wriggles within your walls. nanami sucks and slurps at your pussy, he devours the mess between your legs without any regard.

he groans, the sound vibrating through you as he lowers his jaw to fuck his tongue further inside you. nanami loses his sensibility around you. you love nothing better than that.

you taste like this is all okay, like nanami can have, fuck and love you without any obstacle. you taste like you were made to be with him and he cannot do without you.

he plunges his tongue repeatedly inside of you. he loses himself in your cunt despite not fucking it. he loses himself because it is you and you rid him of any coherency. when nanami truly comes to, you are riding his tongue and he is fucking you with it like he cannot get enough of you.

truthfully, he cannot.

you whine when he suddenly yanks away, he feels punished to. to be ripped away from your oasis of a pussy is punishment. nanami wants to eat your cunt up until you cry.

until he takes everything and you have nothing left to give.

the pretty blond strands press against your stomach as he lays his head down. a defeated breath escapes him.

his hands squeeze your sides like they want to be embedded in your body. he does not want to take his hands away but he must because the second nanami is near you, he makes all the wrong choices.

he sits up, swiping his mouth and avoiding your exhausted bare body exposed for his prying eyes like he has not seen you cum or had his tongue deep in your cunt, like the taste of your sweet essence is not lingering in his mouth and giving him a permanent craving.

"you should go downstairs."

your eyes widen, you do not want him to push you away.

"kento." you brokenly speak, you hurriedly sit up and your hands find nanami's t-shirt to yank him in. finally, finally, you kiss him. finally your tongue is in his mouth in a messy exchange.

your fingers knot in his shirt as your tongue rolls over his, his lips are soft and you can tell he is holding back. you can tell he does not want to give in to you.

"please." you whimper against his mouth before your hand grips his throat and nip at his bottom lip. nanami laves his tongue overs yours before he tilts his head and leans in to kiss you fully. his lips move languidly whilst he gropes your naked body.

"please stop doing this to me, baby." he says quietly, caressing your cheeks then softly pecking your mouth. once, twice, he might do it too many times to count.

nanami finds you addicting.

"i just want you. is that too much to ask for?" you softly kiss him, stroking his adam's apple before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

"it is. you know it is." he wishes things were different and when you flash him watery eyes, his chest aches. "you are the most gorgeous girl in the world. you're too good to be true. i wish you weren't anything to her so you could be something to me." it breaks your heart. he rips it apart but nanami is the only reason it beats.

you wish you could be selfish. you wish you could throw the biggest tantrum. why can you not be something to both of them?

"get dressed and go downstairs like this never happened." he nudges your nose with his, your eyes flit over narrow eyes and angular features.

how could he ask you to forget this when you hung onto every single moment you had with him?

you want to protest, you want to stay here with him.

it seems kento can read your mind.

"i promise i'll give you a kiss if you do."

"just one?" your lips pout, all you can see, smell and feel is kento.

you would not have it any other way.

nanami finds you too cute, he finds you as someone he wants close at all times.

"just one." it pains him to say it. how could anyone ever kiss you just once?

kento is a gentleman, it is one of the reasons why you wish he could truly be yours because he helps you get dressed and you find yourself with your arms around his shoulders while you kiss him.

you find yourself holding him close. you kiss him despite how breathless you know you will be because stopping this one kiss meant you would not get another.

you do not want it to end just yet.

you do not want to leave nanami alone at all.

the truth of the matter is, when you came into this world, nanami already lived his.

your best friend is proof of that.

still working on pt3

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyy, So a good friend of mine got a flapper costume and I got an idea so here you go!}~

•Club Owner•

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

The Waynes were going through the attic.

It had started with an off handed comment from Alfred at lunch [Which everyone was at as who would pass up Alfred’s cooking] and how Alfred wanted to go through the attic but was unable to do it himself so of course the the bats helped and a few hours of doing this Jason brought done something covered in a off white sheet to where the rest of the family was and ask Alfred if he’s ever seen this and he says no.

So the bats uncover it and are met with a large antique mirror with a gold frame and as the bats try to think about why it would be put up there as it looks and probably is very expensive but the mirror’s surface starts to change and shift like water and Tim notices it and immediately yells for everyone to get back and put the cover back on.

But it’s too late, hands come out from the mirror and grab each of the Batfam and pull them in [Alfred, Bruce, Dick,Barbara, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cass, Duke, Damien] and everything goes black.

The Batfam wake up to green sky’s and floating islands…and the sound of music?

The bats look to where the music is coming from and is met with a club that looks like it was taken from Gotham in the 1920s and it the bats best shot to find out where they are so they walk in and see a lot of people that look like they stepped straight out of the 1910s, 1920 like the building does and while the bats look around and try to get information without talking to anyone and hiding while in civilian clothes and the bats were doing a good job at it the only person to notice them is a woman in a white flapper dress and a silver pipe in her hand, she met eye contact with Cass but she quickly got up and ran off but that was the only one until the bats heard a growl from behind them.

And the bats are met with a very tall man in a old suit with short black hair and sharp blue eyes that tell if they don’t do what he says he’ll skin them and the very visible gun on his waist does not put the bats at ease.

“What are you doing here.” The Tall man says in a very dangerous voice that makes all of the alarm bells go off for the bats but before they could respond a voice interrupted.

“What is happening here?”

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Background•

As Danny watches his Patrons drunkenly praise and encourage the Dancers as the Dancers purr and sing in delight at the attention Danny can’t help but think back to how this all came to be.

Danny had fully died years ago due to the G.I.W intervention if it wasn’t for Clockwork and his own core involvement Danny would have most definitely would have Faded (When a ghosts Fades they don’t exist anymore it’s like they ultimate death) but thankfully he was saved in time but not fast enough to save whatever part of him was still kicking around..

But that’s was years ago it has been a very long time since than as his home world has already been eaten by their sun but Danny didn’t really know how long exactly as he spent all that time with Clockwork to make sure there were no problems with his full ghost form and to tell Danny that he was the future Ancient of Protection but wouldn’t be able to claim it until much later in his ghost life as he was still a baby ghost.

So Danny was told to wait until the time comes to claim it Clockwork even told him that sleeping would make it go faster but Danny didn’t want to do that so he went exploring and that’s how he met Orson and Beatrix two other Ghost that after Danny had helped them made it so Danny was stuck with them (Not that Danny minded to much he got lonely).

Than they started to talk about how many older ghost don’t really have places to just hang out as older ghost are very overprotective of their haunts and don’t want any other ghost in there and that gave Danny a idea.

So Danny changed a part of his Lair to a Club that looks right out of the 1920s and sends Orson to see if any old ghost would like to have some fun for a change and sends Beatrix to find anyone who would like to work here and did they find people.

Danny still sometimes laughs at how it was in the beginning for his now patrons back than and somehow Beatrix found two Dancers that she knew when she was alive and the rest is history but Danny can’t stay that it makes him happy to have so many people under his protection.

But Danny was brought back to the present as Beatrix runs up to him in her new white dress with her silver pipe in hand and tells him that Orson is going to lose it at some livings that somehow got in.

Danny stands up and goes to where this is happening with Beatrix hot on his tail.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•In this au an Ancient has to be at more than 10,000 years old as a ghost (that’s why new Ancients are so rare) until than they are a Pre-Ancient, In the past Pre-Ancients most often slept through the waiting period but Danny said “Fuck that!” And did this

•The patrons are VERY protective of the Dancers and Danny

•Beatrix was of course a flapper dancer she had to work as one as her husband was a asshole who refused to work and was horrible to her but one of the patrons at her old club got far to handys [Which she did NOT want] with her and that’s when her husband walked in he dragged her back to their apartment as well as leaving behind her sliver pipe as he dragged her out and when they got back to the apartment he beat the shit out of her and she ended up hitting her head on the side of the table in the room and her ghost got stuck to her pipe but she couldn’t find it until Danny got it back for her and Danny’s had her with him and Orson ever since.

•Orson was a Gotham mob bass when he was alive and a good one too [Acted like red hood] but he was betrayed by his Right-hand man [Who was his boyfriend] and was tortured by his old men and Right-hand Man before he was shot in the head by his own gun and when he died he became a Sade and was forced to relive his death over and over again until Danny found him and helped him become a proper ghost and He’s been by Danny’s side ever since.

•Orson and Beatrix think of Danny like a little sibling to protect and care and Danny thinks of them as his older siblings who he needs to make sure doesn’t commit war crimes to protect him or each other

•Clockwork acts like Danny weird uncle that has probably been to prison or will be soon

•The Patrons are very respectful of Danny because they all know he can beat all of their asses without breaking a sweat

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Appearances•

Danny’s Appearance

Age [Physical] - 19

Fun Fact- Both Bea and Oz have a water and wind core respectively and they got worried about him getting cold even with his ice core so they gave them his furs, he doesn’t need them but they were given to him so he keeps them and always uses them.

Orson’s Appearance

•Nickname- Oz

•Age [Physical] -28

•Fun Fact - He hates it when livings somehow find a way into the club and often scares them off and if not he just gives them to one of the more meat lovers of the patrons.

Beatrix Appearance

Nickname - Bea

Age [Physical] - 19 (she got married very young)

Fun Fact - All of the dresses and accessories she has were given to her by Oz as his love language is gift giving.

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~{And that’s it! Hope you gremlins like this and until next time byeeeee}~

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

What if Bucky's kid got bullied at school and that's why she was injured and tried to hide it cuz she knew Bucky would hunt them to down?

Bullied » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Teen Daughter!Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out you’re being bullied at school.

Warnings: Fluff, language, overprotective dad!Bucky, Thunderbolts!Bucky, bullying, bruises, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 14 years old

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: I imagined this with Thunderbolts!Bucky. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Your dad has been overprotective of you since the day you were born, which you understand. He just wants to keep you safe is all. You’re his baby and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

You and your dad tell each other everything. Almost everything. You haven’t told him you’ve been getting bullied at school. You know what he’ll do if you do tell him.

You walked in the house with the hood of your sweatshirt covering your head. You were looking down at the floor as you were walking to your bedroom. You didn’t make it past the kitchen.

“You’re not going to say hi to your dad?” Bucky jokes.

“Hi, dad.” You mumbled without looking at him.

Bucky frowns. He watched you go to your bedroom. He also noticed that the hood of your sweatshirt was covering your head. You only have it on when it’s raining, snowing, cold, and when you’re sick. He’s going to figure out what’s wrong. He went to your room. He walked in your room at the same time as you took down the hood of your sweatshirt.

“Doll, are you ok?” He asks.

“I’m fine, dad.” You say, turning around to face him.

You almost forgot about the bruise on your forehead. You quickly covered it with your hand. Bucky furrows his eyebrows when you did that.

“What’s on your head?” He asks curiously.

“Nothing…” You say.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and gave you the dad stare. It’s always so effective like it is right now. You sighed to yourself. You know you can’t hide this from your dad. He’s going to see it anyway. You took your hand off your forehead, revealing the bruise to your dad. Bucky’s eyes went wide when he seen it. He walked closer to you to get a better look at it. He gently touched it with his thumb. You hiss at how sensitive it is right now. Bucky retracted his hand.

“Come with me.” He says softly.

Bucky took you to the living room and told you to sit down on the couch. He went to the kitchen, getting an ice pack out of the freezer. He went back to the living room and handed you the ice pack. You put it on your forehead. He sat down next to you.

“Tell me who gave you that bruise and don’t even think about lying to me.” Bucky says sternly.

“A few kids at school shoved me into a locker at school and I hit my head on it.” You tell him. “At first, they just insulted me and threw wads of paper at me, but it just kept getting worse.” You say.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the thought of someone hurting his baby. You know that look all too well. You haven’t seen that look in a while. The last time you seen that look was when HYDRA tried to get their hands on you a few years ago.

“What are their names?” He asks.

“Why?” You asked.

“So I can tell their parents what they did to you.” He says.

“No! Please don’t do that!” You pleaded, grabbing onto his arm.

Your eyes teared up and you broke down in tears. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He’s right and you know it. The bullying will keep getting worse if you don’t let your dad help you.

“Those can’t go unpunished, Y/N.” Bucky says.

“I know.” You say quietly.

“I’m going to your school to talk to the principal on Monday about what those kids did to you.” He says.

You knew better than to argue with your dad about this. You might as well give in and let your dad talk to the principal.

“Ok.” You say.

“I’m only doing this because I love you and I don’t want anything to happen to you, doll. You’re my baby and I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you too, dad.” You say, looking up at him.

Bucky smiles, kissing your forehead. You smiled back.

“Now, do you want to get milkshakes to make you feel better?” He asks.

“Yes!” You answered happily.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[acexsmhking]

Hi so I had this random need for a reader who spoke german but never really told Toby and she was like just working and he goes to pick her up and she's talking to someone else about him in german and it just turns him on so much and he's at first confused why she never told him but doesn't really care because it just makes him way to happy when he hears her talking about him so lovingly in his home lanuage.

plz🙏😭

P.s. love your fics😍

𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥

(𝗻.) 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀

╰┈➤ Toby x Bilingual!Reader

Summary: Reader can also speak German but never informed Tobias. How would he react?

Warning(s): slight 18+, mostly fluff, mentions of sexual content, mentions of murder

First of all, he’s a little offended

You never thought maybe just maybe, he’d like to know?

However, amazement quickly settles in

Starts talking to you more in German than English (not that you mind)

He is absolutely delighted to share something with his darling like this, just gives him even more reason to love you

As if he needed anymore with how obsessed he is

Finds out from you giving direction to a tourist. Who so happened to be German, visiting the states for the first time. You kindly explain something to them while you were shopping with Toby accompanying you

He was quick to get jealous but once you started speaking the same tongue all that flew out the window

So very very touchy when he first found out, very!

Like next lvl shit

Loves loves loves hearing you call him the same sweet names as he does for you

Completely infatuated with listening to you. Sure, you most probably don’t have the accent like him or yours is only just forming. But he loves it

Loves how different it sounds coming from your lips

Oh but if you speak even more than German? He is pouncing to know

Wants you talking 24/7 now

He doesn’t care if you said something offense he has heart eyes, and a boner

When you two are getting your freak on and you respond to his dirty talk in german?? He nuts

No ifs ands or buts

He just nuts

Immediately brags to Tim and Brian

“Yeah, my dear is just so amazing!”

Literally on his stomach, feet kicking and twirling his hair

Never ever hide your talents from Toby, it gives him reason 1939292 to brag about you

Motherfucker will brag about you to victims and you just have him new ammunition

I mean really think about it, this weird guy is hacking your legs off and yapping about how is S/O so fuckin amazing

Talks about you like saint so they think he’s just crazy who tf would date this psycho?

You <3

: ̗̀➛ Thank you so much Kitty for the ask<3. I love working on these kinds of asks while I work on fics and master-lists, just helps relax the brain and gives me reason to yap about Toby. Also love how when you guys ask something and I literally am thinking about it like yes we share a brain link!

- Ace

[everyones-doormat]

SLEIGHT OF HAND

masterlist | kang sae-byeok x reader

synopsis: she stole your wallet. so you stole it back. it initially started as payback, but quickly turned into a quiet game of cat and mouse. curiosity growing with every move.

genre: slow-burn, angst

The first time you saw her, she was walking away with your wallet.

Shoulders slightly hunched, hair tucked under a faded hoodie, hands in her pockets—just another girl in the crowd of Hongdae station.

You were merely trying to get home, minding your business, headphones in, music playing. You barely paid any mind to her bumping into you—not until you felt the soft brush along your back pocket.

Too light to be an accident. Too smooth to be amateur.

By the time you spun around, she was gone—just another hooded figure swallowed up by the crowd.

Your wallet was gone.

You cursed under your breath. Not because of the money, but because you of all people should’ve seen it coming.

The kicker? You had noticed her.

Not as a threat—just… noticed. Sharp eyes. Pretty face. Quiet confidence.

You stood still for a second, chewing the inside of your cheek. Partially annoyed. Partially impressed.

She was good. You hadn't been picked clean like that in years.

Maybe that was what irritated you the most.

You’d lived a life like that once. Pickpocketing. Petty theft. You'd left most of it behind, but it didn’t mean you’d forgotten the game. Some instincts never go away. Especially the ones that came with pride.

You never liked being one-upped.

So, of course, you made it your mission to find her.

-

It took just over a week.

She wasn’t easy to spot, but you knew how to read people. And eventually, you caught her slipping a phone from an unsuspecting businessman’s coat pocket at a night market.

Same walk. Same shoulders. Same hood over short black hair.

And that expression—cold, blank, careful.

Pocketing the lifted phone, she vanished down a side alley, and you followed.

You didn’t approach her. Just watched from a distance. Observed her habits. The way she kept to the edges of crowds, avoided eye contact, always kept one hand near her jacket’s inner pocket.

Experienced. Smart.

You liked her.

You also wanted a little revenge.

She stole from you. It was only fair you returned the favour.

-

Two nights later, you made your move.

You caught her exiting a convenience store, drink in one hand, the other holding an onigiri roll.

Perfect

You approach the store, acting like any other impatient customer.

You purposely bumped into her—lightly, gently.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

She didn’t even look at you. Just kept walking.

Her wallet slid into your hand seamlessly.

You kept walking. Turned the corner. Slipping it into your inner pocket.

By the time she turned around, you were already gone.

You don’t even glance down until you’re a block away. A leather wallet, beat-up and old. Inside: cash, a transit card, a folded photo—her and a little boy.

You didn’t bother taking any of the contents. This wasn’t about money.

It was about sending a message.

…And maybe, having a little fun.

-

True to your word, you didn’t take anything.

Instead, you decided to make a little game out of it, sliding in a folded note:

“Next time, try harder.

—The girl you stole from.”

You decided to return the wallet the next day.

You found her lingering by the edge of a crowded subway exit. She was busy lifting a wallet off from some unaware tourist. Taking advantage of the distraction, your hand slid smoothly across her outer jacket pocket.

Feeling the brief contact. Her head jerked up—suspicious, alert—but you were already walking.

-

A day later, you caught her watching you. Across the street. Her hood down this time. She didn’t try to hide it.

You met her stare, slow and deliberate.

Holding her gaze, you gave a small, unapologetic wink.

Her jaw tightened.

You felt the grin tug at your mouth before you could stop it.

-

It wasn’t long before you saw her again. This time she cornered you in a side alley. No crowds. No cameras.

 “You think that was funny?”, her voice low, even, but laced with the slightest edge of frustration.

You raised a brow. “Didn’t take your money. Just your ego.”

Her dark eyes narrowed. She stepped closer. And with that, you found your back pressing against the wall. You caught the scent of cigarettes and cold air on her clothes.

Leaning back against the wall, you tilted your head to hold her gaze. “You bumped into me in Hongdae station, lifted my wallet.”

With a small smirk you added, “I figured I’d return the favour.”

Her posture stiffened slightly. Her face didn’t change, but something shifted. Just the smallest glint of recognition.

A pause. “You followed me?” she asked, her tone flat. But there was a hint of confusion there. And maybe…a touch of amusement?

“I watched you,” you said simply. “Was just waiting for the opportunity.”

Taking a step back. She tilted her head slightly—eyes studying you, like she was trying to figure out what you wanted.

 “You used to boost”, her voice steady, like she wasn’t asking, just stating a fact.

“Used to.” you said, slipping your hands into your coat. “Kept clean these days.” You nodded toward her. “You clearly didn’t.”

Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it. If anything, the corner of her mouth twitched, just barely.

Her eyes flicked over your face like she was trying to figure out what you were playing at—and whether she cared. “You track everyone who steals from you?”

“Only the interesting ones.”

Her face stayed neutral, unreadable, but you swear the corner of her mouth pulled—for just a second.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, eyes scanning your face like she was still deciding whether to walk away—or threaten you.

“I don’t like being followed,”

“I don’t like being robbed,” you shot back, a smile forming.

That made her pause.

Then. She exhaled quietly through her nose. A laugh maybe. It was hard to tell.

Her gaze lingered for a beat too long. Then, without warning, she stepped past you. “Don’t follow me again.”

You smiled, hands tucked in your pockets. “Noted.”

But just before she disappeared around the corner, she glanced over her shoulder. “Cute note.”

Your smile deepened before you could stop it.

This wasn’t over.

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holy shit...this took me way too long to write.

I've had this idea for ages but couldn't figure out how to write it lol

taglist: @gemzyy

[yariation]

♡

Megumi F.

Pre-relationship

"(L/n)?"

"Fushiguro?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying out the new cafe." You point up at the cafe sign outside of the building. "What are you doing here?"

"The same as you."

"..."

"..."

"Can you pay for me? Kugisaki dug me broke for the month."

"Like hell I woul-"

You pull out the puppy-eyes move. You used to do the exact same thing back then.

~~~

"Fushiguro, can you please buy me a cup of coffee jelly from the cafeteria? Whenever they occasionally do have it available, it sells out straight away!" You beg the dark haired boy who stares at you with an unbothered face.

"Why should I? Why can't you just get out of class  early and head over there yourself?" He argues. 

"But your class comes out earlier than mine before lunch today." You huff, pouting at him.

"Why are you acting like this?? Get it yourself-"

Your eyes, your pouting lips. He scoffs and quickly turns his head away. An irk expression, hides his slightly racing heart. You could be so annoying sometimes.

"Fine..." He says reluctantly.

~~~

"Fine." Megumi sighs.

That was a long time ago, yet those eyes of yours still have that same effect on him. His heart pounding in his chest, rushing blood to his now flushed cheeks.

The two of you enter the cafe, a cheeky grin on your face which contrasts with Megumi's annoyed frown. The whiff of the sweet, bitter scent of coffee and pastries reaches your senses. Making yourselves at ease.

The cafe is filled with couples, but the two of you did not care. I mean, you two are the masters of not caring in the group. The cafe is beautiful, a mixture of the colours brown and pink decorated the walls, tables and chairs. No wonder it's so popular so soon. Even the smells are enough to make anyone drool.

You turn left, already looking for seats. You halt your steps when Megumi places a hand on your shoulder. Out of habit, you smack his hand away. He doesn't argue, used to your antics, instead, he simply nods his head over to a pair of empty seats to the right.

"Ah, right, sorry."

The two of you quickly head over to the empty table and take your seats at it. Ordering your desired drinks, then receiving them soon enough.

You sit in silence, each sipping at the sweet, bitter liquid of your drinks. Megumi is reading a book. You're on your phone.

"(L/n)...? (L/n)!" Itadori yells.

Although he's outside the cafe and only saw you through the big windows, you two were still able to make out his booming voice.

"Why did you ditch me and leave me with this demon!?" He comes running over to the window, carrying the shopping bags Kugisaki made him carry.

Even the other people in the cafe are noticing this strange boy. Your eyes widen as you stare at your friend through the window. That's when Nobara's comes out of no where, placing a hand on his mouth, the other around his torso as he slowly drags him away.

"Can't you see (L/n) and Fushiguro are busy?" Nobara whispers into Yuji's ear, finally out of sight of you and Megumi.

"No way! (L/n) probably convinced him to go to the cafe with her, so she could hide from you."

That exactly, was the plan.

You wink at the camera.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Chocolate Rabbit Reader

Words: 736

Request: Can I ask for a Dandy's World fluff where the Toons meet a Chocolate Rabbit Reader that comes out during the Holidays that require Chocolate/makes the Chocolate items that lay around and the Reader has huge paws that carry a huge whisk covered in chocolate that they use in a huge mixing bowl filled with freshly made Chocolate. They tend to stay away from Dandy and Shrimpo due to their attitudes and flings chocolate off their whisk at them when they get annoyed with them so the other toons get their share of the chocolate when the Reader makes to much. Requested by: carnival-chimera-and-gang

I was trying to go through all the toons but that quickly became overwhelming, so I settled on the normal mains + Gigi.

She adores all types of chocolate, with a very few exceptions, so no matter what type you make she’s there ready to steal some.

Already snatching the snacks off the floor, in the elevator she’ll pull out every one she collected to count and separate the different flavours. (Tries to sneakily convince you to make more of her favourite…Which is definitely white chocolate, not arguing about this.)

Loves to dip her finger into your mixing bowl to sneak an extra taste, no matter how many times you warn her. Which also leads to her snatching some finished chocolate, so you’ve learnt to make extra just for her.

Loves your paws, whenever she’s yapping about something she’ll unconsciously mess with them. Whether it’s rubbing the fur or poking your toe beans.

Is secretly a huge chocolate fan, loves white chocolate but tends to not eat much at one time.

Doesn’t go crazy collecting them, whatever is in his way is getting grabbed.

He could take as much as he’d like with his stealth, but he is nice enough to not do it. (Often at least…)

Hides his laughter behind his blanket whenever you flick chocolate at Shrimpo or Dandy, although he’ll also try to guide you away from them, making sure no chocolate landed on you or himself.

He loves chocolate, but it’s a shame you don’t want him around. He would love to try yours. (He always finds some somehow...)

As he isn’t out on the floors he can’t go collecting any, but he’ll try convince the others to hand some over, trading the chocolates in return for any item the next time he comes by.

Not sneaky at all, so he is never able to steal some. Although he makes it clear, give him some and then he’ll leave you alone.

If he could mess with them he would, except for your whole hatred for him. But he finds them cute to look at.

He can’t really have any, but it doesn’t stop you from making a dog safe version to give him.

Pebble can’t really take that much, he will grab one or two on each floor though.

Even if Pebble can’t eat most of the chocolate you make, it doesn’t stop him from trying to take some. Even if he can’t reach the counter he’ll sit there and whine until you either make some for him or promise him some later.

Pebble loves the feeling of your paws petting him. Just try to keep them clean from chocolate otherwise he will try to lick it off.

Shelly absolutely loves chocolate, and will eat any kind given to her. Feels so happy when you give her some.

On safer floors / the twisteds are distracted, then she’ll stray a little and grab a few more chocolates. But on the busier / riskier floors then she might not grab any.

She would never try to steal anything from you, especially your chocolates. If anything she’s actively in the kitchen keeping the others from stealing.

Won’t touch them if you don’t want, but if you do, she loves feeling them while telling you about dinosaurs that had similar habits to rabbits.

Ironically he isn’t the biggest on chocolate, tends to find most types too sweet but loves dark chocolate. And you're more than willing to make more just for him!

As much as he would like to grab every piece that he see’s, he has a job that he can’t stop. So he settles for taking a few pieces whenever he has some time.

Every once or twice he’ll walk by and sneakily snatch one, although he isn’t as stealthy as he thinks he is.

Adores your paws!! If you’re nearby and he’s talking to someone he somehow finds his hands messing with your own.

She… cannot eat food, which includes chocolate. So sadly she will not be able to taste any you make.

If for whatever reason she doesn’t need to do any machines, then she’ll go around occasionally collecting your chocolate while looking for other items. But another one who doesn’t go out of her way to grab them all.

Even though she doesn’t eat them, she’ll still occasionally take one just to annoy you. Most times she just tosses them to someone else each time.

Tries to act casual about them but secretly loves them, brushes off her messing with them as her being curious.

[miss-lesbian16]

Seducing the impossible

Warning: none

Being the only daughter and heir of Silco had its advantages: having whatever you wanted, being highly respected by everyone. The downside was that you couldn't mess with his workers, meaning nothing; not even a friendship. The worst part was that you were in love with Sevika, his right-hand woman and the only one who could get close to you, and that was if Silco, your father, allowed it.

Now you were sitting at one of the tables in The Last Drop. You were so bored that you didn't know why, as the bar was blasting music, people dancing nonstop, drinking and consuming shimmer either through smoke or drinks. It was literally a fun night to be bored; really not until Sevika walked into the bar. She passed by all the people in the place to take a bottle of alcohol from a stranger and, quickly climbing up the stairs to the second floor, you followed her without her noticing. You already knew where she would go, but still wanted to know why.

Sevika entered your father's office angrily demanding why he didn't hire more qualified people for the job and not useless ones who messed everything up. Your father told her that whether it was their fault or not, she was responsible for ensuring that the merchandise arrived well and had failed, warning her that if she failed again he would have no choice but to replace her.

You quickly made your way back down to your spot. Seconds later, you saw Sevika approach the bartender to order another bottle of alcohol. The bartender didn’t take long; when he arrived with a large bottle of alcohol, Sevika began drinking uncontrollably.

It was my chance to be with Sevika. So after two hours of watching her drink non-stop until she reached a point where she was swaying, I approached her provocatively.

—Hey, Sevika. I didn’t know you were here —I said in a soft and affectionate tone, pretending to be surprised while smiling provocatively from a few steps away.

—And who the hell are you? —she asked incoherently and too drunk to distinguish people. So much so that she squinted her eyes to try to identify me.

—Sevika, it’s me, Silco's daughter —I replied a bit frustrated and angry because I honestly didn’t think Sevika would get this drunk.

—Uh... the untouchable —she laughed amused while smiling provocatively, grabbing another bottle of alcohol and drinking more—. Don’t take offense, but around here we all call you "the untouchable," since no one can touch you; not a man or a woman. And whoever can do it will have privilege but also their doom with Silco for touching his only daughter —her tone was somewhat mocking but at the same time serious; everything changed when she devoured me with her gaze from my legs to my face. Being too drunk didn’t hide her stare.

Sevika sat down in a nearby chair; without wasting time I sat on her lap and placed my hands on her shoulders. Sevika looked confused by my action.

—What the hell? —she said astonished with a low and incoherent tone.

—Shhh... Sevika, you don’t know how much I would love for you to make me yours —my tone turned sexual and provocative as I leaned closer to her ear whispering—: Come on, don’t be afraid; kiss me, touch me... make me yours, Sevika —saying this I kissed the shell of her ear and pulled back to look into her eyes again.

Her gaze filled with desire, lust, excitement, and mischief as she placed her hands on my waist. I shivered slightly feeling the cold metal of her arm.

—You don’t know what you’re talking about, brat—she didn’t say it seriously, but in a provocative, sexual, and playful way; she was really enjoying this—. You’re just a spoiled little girl—a mocking tone, but satisfied to have me in her lap.

—If I’m a spoiled brat, why don’t you educate me yourself?—I made a slight pout to look her straight in the eyes, with an expression of innocence but also with so much sexuality.

The self-control Sevika had went out the window as she suddenly stood up to pull me outside of The Last Drop. She took me to a somewhat dark alley, pressing my back against the wall and starting a rough kiss, almost as a challenge. Her lips captured mine with a force that left me breathless. There was no softness or delicacy; it was a clash of wills, an act of both rage and desire. I managed to have Sevika in my hands, gripping her jacket desperately.

The cold of her metal arm brushed against my waist as her real hand sank into my hip, pulling me closer to her. The kiss was wet, hungry, filled with contained tension that now exploded uncontrollably. Every movement she made made me feel like I was about to fall, yet I didn’t want to stop; I wanted more than just a hungry and desperate kiss.

After a long time, we pulled away from the kiss due to lack of air, panting and breathing heavily. Without wasting any time, I took Sevika's hand to guide her back to The Last Drop, but this time we didn’t enter the bar; instead, we went through another door that led to a hallway until we reached a couple of doors and entered my room.

Thanks for reading

Part 2?

[pikapitou]

wip day of the week

@effervescentwolf tagged me. some wednesday. to post a wip! thank you wolf... I don't know if I'll get around to finishing this presumed deaddie thing bc it's weird to write an arc while the show is. co-currently writing that arc at the same time as you. but i wanna share the opening scene :) idk who's writing these days... @tallsinspace if u wanna share anything pls feel free. anyway without further ado.

Three days without contact is not that long. Buck tries to convince himself of that fact, but he had also tried to convince himself that two days wasn't that long; twenty-four hours; twelve. He checks his phone again. Eddie still hasn't read his last message, or the one before that, or the ten before that. His leg is bouncing so hard that Hen and Chim's solitaire game jitters on the table, Kings mixing with the Queens.

Hen sighs. "Buck," she says, and waits for him to glance up at her, "if something was going on, I'm sure someone would—"

He's shaking his head before she finishes. "I'm—" his voice rasps worse than he expected, and he swallows with a click. "I'm not his emergency contact anymore. When he started at his station, he—yeah."

Eddie had sounded so apologetic about it, even though it was probably stupid for Buck's name to be there for as long as it was after he moved. It's not like Buck can do anything to help Eddie from here.

And the other thing? Buck had thought, and didn't ask, and kept thinking about, and not asking.

There's a pause, and he just knows they're exchanging one of those sad, little looks everyone keeps giving each other whenever they think he's acting especially pathetic. He's glad he didn't see it; if he did he might scream.

"You could text his mom?" Chim offers, then very quickly adds in a way that means Hen just raised an eyebrow at him, "Not that I think anything's wrong."

Buck turns his phone over and over and over in his hands. He doesn't have her number. He'd asked for it, before Eddie left, and Eddie had gotten quiet in that bad way, told him nothing was going to happen, which he knew as a first responder was never a fact, so that just meant he didn't want Buck to have it. Buck hadn't pushed, because—he didn't know why. Because if that was what Eddie needed to do, then Buck was going to let him do it.

He could text Chris, but if he texted Chris is your dad okay? and Eddie was okay, just busy, or ignoring him, or lost his phone in the El Paso desert, then it would be—it would be a whole thing, and Eddie was handling it. Alone. Because Eddie handled everything alone.

His phone buzzes in his hands—startling him so bad that he drops it, clattering onto the table at full volume and full vibration and mixing the solitaire game beyond salvation.

"See," Hen says, poorly masking her own relief.

Buck fumbles for his phone and—stares. Then he answers at the same time that he untangles himself from the chair and heads for the railing of the station loft for the illusion of being out of earshot. "Chris," he says, almost all air, "hey—"

"Do you just"—there's a vitriol in Chris's voice that would have made Buck stumble if he were walking—"not care or something?"

Reflexively, Buck looks over his shoulder at the table; Hen and Chim not bothering to hide that they're watching. They make eye contact, and maybe any other time it would be comforting, but right now there's only one other person in the world he wishes was here for this conversation.

"I always care, Chris," Buck says, keeping his voice calm and careful as he starts down the stairs, thinking in the back of his mind about the bunkroom or maybe outside; if the alarm goes he'll have to be the man behind, no other option. "I care like crazy, but could you tell me what's wrong?"

On the other end Chris sucks in this sharp breath that has Buck bracing for another drop of acid—but nothing comes. All he hears is Chris's ragged breathing, each hitch making Buck's heart lurch in his chest.

"Chris?" he asks. "Hey, c'mon, can you talk to me?"

"Did," Chris starts, and the anger has drained so completely from his voice that he just sounds unbearably small, "did abuela not tell you?"

Buck didn't make it to the bunkroom. He didn't make it outside. He's stuck, exposed, in the middle of the firehouse as the Earth slides off its axis into the death spiral of a blackhole.

"Tell me what?" he asks.

[yandere-fics]

Hey, just wanted to throw out an idea for Elisha.

I was thinking since she's the 'chosen one' then maybe her darling could be her arch-nemesis, but they're kinda dumb. They're actually pretty powerful, but not the wisest; I'm thinking like Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus dynamic.

I don't know how it would end though. Maybe darling finally calls it quits after failimg so many times and Elisha comes after her, or Elisha completes her quest and then finally takes her darling. IDK

P.S. Love your writing.

♡ You're Elisha's 'Enemy' ♡

"Baby, can you please stop running, this tower is really tall, I'm worried about you tripping!" You huffed as you continued up the stairs of your tower leaving Elisha down below to fight your henchmen. You'd only tripped in front of her that one time and it was her fault anyways for flustering you by proposing to you! Beyond that your tower was not nearly as tall as you would have liked it to be, she just didn't give you enough time to build up the area you wanted your final battle with her to be. It's like she didn't even take her arch nemesis seriously. Sure you slept with her that one time but that was just because it would make your betrayal and the battle that much more crushing later. She'd taken that to mean you liked her though and had been pursuing you none stop since then while you tried to hide your evil plans from her until they were closer to finishing them. Tragically she'd ruined your last base by barging in assuming your henchmen had kidnapped you and you'd spent forever building up a new stronger crew which she was now treating as if they were tiny flies. She was also catching up pretty quickly even with your whole crew trying to halt her so you could make it to the top to activate your ultimate spell that would surely take her out.

"You're not supposed to worry about your enemy!" She really wasn't getting that you'd BETRAYED her, she was supposed to be devastated that the hot girl she met at a bar and fell for was actually the mastermind. She still seemed to think your henchmen had just forced you into this even after you'd given her a whole evil monologue. You almost tripped running up the stairs, Elisha seeming to notice that right away even from a few floors down, her fighting pace speeding up.

"Baby, this is stupid, if you'd just confide in me then I can deal with the people who tricked you into this! You'll get hurt if you keep running like that." You were huffing as you came to the top of the stairs, finally making it into your lair to find the staff you planned to kill her with, only to realize you'd actually brought it downstairs and set it against the wall when Elisha arrives so you could monologue and forgotten it was there. "By the way baby, that staff could have hurt you, it drains the users life force, I broke it so you wouldn't get hurt." And that was the cherry on top of your miserable cake. You didn't even have the energy to fight back when Elisha hugged you as she reached the top.

[casedclosedbye]

"Denial"

Fem!Sam wilson x Fem!Bucky Barnes oneshot

wc: 1.5k

Summary: bucky barnes is in denial about her feelings for sam wilson

The sound of metal clinking echoed through the quiet training room, punctuated by the soft whoosh of air as Sam Wilson soared gracefully across the space. Her new wings, sleek and powerful, cut through the air with ease. Bucky Barnes, standing on the far side of the room, couldn’t help but watch her, her heart rate quickening despite herself. She didn’t want to admit it, but something about the way Sam moved had been getting under her skin lately.

Sam had always been strong, confident, and capable—traits Bucky had always admired. But now? Now, every time Sam laughed or flashed that easy grin her way, Bucky felt something shift inside her. The fluttering in her stomach was unmistakable, and it terrified her.

“No, no,” Bucky muttered to herself as she focused on lifting a set of weights. She couldn’t like Sam like that. She couldn’t. She was her teammate, her friend. That was it. No more, no less.

She pushed the thoughts away, telling herself that they didn’t matter. But then Sam flew down in front of her, landing with a soft thud. The powerful presence of the woman sent a jolt straight through Bucky, leaving her a little breathless.

“Yo, Buck. You good?” Sam’s voice cut through the air, teasing but laced with concern. “You’ve been staring off into space for a while now.”

Bucky snapped out of her thoughts, immediately putting on her best defensive face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied quickly, her voice a little sharper than she intended. “Just… thinking.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Thinking? Or just avoiding me?”

Bucky shot her a quick glare. “I’m not avoiding you, Sam. I’m focused. Training.”

Sam smirked, her gaze scanning Bucky’s stiff posture. “You’re acting weird. You sure you’re not hiding something?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Bucky said, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m just focused on what’s in front of me.”

Sam took a step closer, the playful spark in her eyes dimming slightly as she closed the distance. “Come on, Bucky. You can’t fool me. You’ve been acting different lately.”

The sincerity in Sam’s voice hit her like a punch to the gut. Bucky’s breath caught in her chest as her mind raced. She was acting different. She could feel it too—whenever Sam was near, it was like her heart went into overdrive, and it made everything harder to ignore.

“Sam, I’m not acting different. I’m just…” Her words trailed off as she looked at the ground, the tension between them thickening. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Couldn’t admit it, even to herself.

Sam’s expression softened. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Bucky shook her head, willing the burning flush in her cheeks to fade. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like what?” Sam asked, her voice quiet now, teasing gone. “What’s going on with you, Buck?”

The sudden gentleness in Sam’s voice made Bucky’s heart hammer even faster. She swallowed hard, feeling her throat dry up. She had to deny it. She had to.

“I’m not…” Bucky’s voice faltered. “I’m not into you like that. You’re just my teammate, Sam. That’s it. Nothing more.”

Sam studied her carefully, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “You sure about that?”

Bucky took a step back, suddenly feeling very exposed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sam leaned in just slightly, her eyes narrowing with playful curiosity. “You’re really gonna sit there and tell me you don’t feel anything when I look at you? You don’t get all... flustered when I tease you?”

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat at the word. Flustered. She felt it. All of it. The way her chest tightened when Sam was close, the way her pulse would race when their hands brushed. But she couldn’t—she couldn’t just admit that. Not now. Not when everything was so tangled up in her mind.

“Stop it, Sam,” Bucky muttered, trying to retreat into herself, but her voice was shaky. “You’re just messing with me.”

Sam smiled, but there was something softer in it now, something that made Bucky’s chest ache with an emotion she couldn’t quite name. “No, Bucky. I’m not messing with you. I’m just telling you that I see you. I see how you look at me. How you can’t seem to stop thinking about me.”

Bucky’s breath hitched as she blinked rapidly, trying to shove the panic back down. No, this wasn’t happening. She couldn’t be in love with Sam. She couldn’t.

“I—" Bucky’s words caught in her throat, and she clenched her fists, trying to keep herself together. "You’re wrong. You’re seeing things.”

Sam took another step closer, her voice dropping to a gentle whisper. “Bucky, you don’t have to hide it from me. I get it. I see you, okay?”

The soft, earnest look in Sam’s eyes almost knocked the wind out of her. Bucky’s mind raced, and for the first time, she couldn’t deny it. Not anymore. Sam was right. She had been trying to bury it, to push it down, but it was there.

“Sam…” Bucky’s voice cracked, her defenses slipping for just a second. “I’m not— I’m not ready for this. I don’t know what to do with this.”

Sam reached out and gently touched Bucky’s arm, her fingers warm against the cold metal of Bucky’s prosthetic. “You don’t have to figure it out right now. But I’m not going anywhere, Bucky. You’re not alone in this.”

Bucky’s heart fluttered. God, it was so much harder than she’d ever imagined. “I’m not ready for this. I can’t… I can’t deal with it.”

Sam nodded, her smile tender now. “That’s okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here. But you don’t have to fight it alone. I promise.”

Bucky took a deep breath, looking away, her mind still a whirlwind of confusion and emotions. She wasn’t ready to face this, to face what was growing inside her for Sam. But Sam was right about one thing: it was real. She couldn’t deny it anymore.

And when she finally looked back at Sam, it wasn’t with the same fear. There was something else in her gaze. Something softer. Something that said, maybe, just maybe, Sam was worth the risk.

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The tension in the air between Bucky and Sam was palpable. After everything they'd shared—training together, fighting together, surviving together—this felt like something new. Something Bucky wasn't ready to confront, but couldn't quite deny either.

Sam stood in front of her, inches away, her expression soft but knowing. The air around them seemed to thrum with something that neither of them had acknowledged until now. Sam’s eyes flicked to Bucky’s lips, then back up to her eyes, as if waiting for some kind of sign.

Bucky’s chest tightened. Her breath was shallow, and she couldn’t help but feel the electric pull between them. It wasn’t just the teasing smiles or the little touches that had been happening more frequently lately—it was this. This undeniable, unspoken connection that was so much more than friendship.

“I don’t know what this is,” Bucky whispered, her voice low and unsure. Her heart was racing, her mind a storm of confusion. “But I think I might…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Sam reached out, her fingers gently brushing against Bucky’s jaw, the light touch sending a shock of warmth straight through Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s breath hitched, and she found herself leaning in just a fraction, her eyes flickering down to Sam’s lips.

Sam didn’t wait for permission. She closed the space between them, pressing her lips to Bucky’s in a soft, slow kiss. It was tentative at first, neither of them rushing, as though testing the waters. But then, as the seconds ticked by, it deepened. Sam’s hand moved to Bucky’s neck, pulling her closer as Bucky responded, her own hands reaching for Sam’s waist, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat.

The kiss was gentle, almost shy, yet the intensity of it was unmistakable. Sam’s lips were warm and soft against hers, the quiet click of their mouths the only sound in the room. Bucky’s mind was racing, her heart pounding, but for the first time, it wasn’t out of fear—it was from something else. Something exciting, something real.

They pulled back slowly, their foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling in the space between them.

Bucky didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure what to feel or what this meant. But Sam’s hand gently cupping her cheek, the way she was looking at Bucky, her eyes full of softness and warmth—it was enough. She didn’t need all the answers right now.

“I think I might be falling for you,” Sam whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Bucky smiled softly, a little uncertain, but no longer scared. She reached up to brush a strand of hair away from Sam’s face, her thumb lingering on her cheek.

“Maybe it’s time I stop running from it,” Bucky said quietly, her voice steady now.

And for the first time, she wasn’t in denial. Not anymore.

[graysonfics]

hey !! i’d love it if you could do prompt #8 with sawyer henrick !!!

this is my first fic for sawyer🥹 18+ below the cut!

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

“ouch!” you exclaim as sawyer accidentally digs his elbow into your ribs.

he covers your mouth with a wild look in his eyes, shaking his head slowly and putting his finger to his lips. you nod, the footsteps outside the closet too close for comfort.

after a few beats, sawyer removes his hand from your mouth and whispers, “when is she going to leave?”

“i don’t know, it’s her room!” you whisper yell, looking at your friend is exasperation. “this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

“i didn’t see you disagreeing with the plan,” his breath tickles your neck and you find yourself welcoming the warmth. “but we’ve definitely fucked it.”

you shift in your spot and sawyer grabs your hips, stilling your movements. you look up at him in confusion and he has a pained look on his face.

“don’t move like that.” he grits out and it’s only when you feel something hard poking into your back that you realise.

“oh gods.” you can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth, followed by a quiet giggle.

“(y/n).” you don’t have to look at him to know he’s turning red.

“it’s okay,” you reassure. “i’d be lying if i said i’ve never thought about it.”

tension fills the air like someone’s opened the lid of a jar. you both share a look and it isn’t long before sawyer’s pulling you into him and capturing your lips in a rough kiss. your squeak of surprise quickly turns into a gasp when he runs his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entry.

you both make quick work of getting rid of your pants and as soon as he presses you against the wall of the closet, he enters you in one quick motion, finding you wet and waiting for him.

“fuck,” he groans into your shoulder. “i don’t think i’m gonna last long.”

“me neither.” your whisper turns into a moan.

“gotta be quiet, beautiful,” he says, thrusts turning sloppy as the two of you near your highs. “you’re so fucking wet.”

“i think about this all the time,” you gasp out. “when i touch myself at night, i think of you and how your dick would feel inside of me.”

sawyer hits his high with a gasp of your name and you follow right after, his face pressed against the swell of your breast as he tries to calm his breathing. you stay like that for a moment and it’s only when you come to that you realise you haven’t heard anything outside the closet for a while.

“i think she left…” you laugh. “we didn’t even notice.”

“wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” he gives you a lazy smile and you peck his lips with a smile of your own.

[lilickiespanish]

Call it What You Want

My take on Fiddauthor is filled with nuance. Fiddleford chose to marry Emma-May, and I don’t think we recognize that enough, and the implications that has in regards to this relationship.

So, enjoy this one-shot of Fiddleford inviting Ford to the wedding. (Might make it a two parter if you guys want to read about what Ford’s feelings are and his experience during the wedding.)

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I pull into the dimly lit parking lot, nothing above my sedan but the glow of a flickering street light.

I stuff my hands deep into my pockets, doubling the action as a moment of warmth, but also to hide my trembling, shaking ever so slightly as my knuckles scrape against my crisp, new jeans.

I haven’t seen Fiddleford in one year and seventy two days.

Not since graduating early and beginning the work with my grant.

I narrow my eyes as I glance around the lot, hoping to find his rusting truck. I kept my eye out for it to be parked backwards with the headlights dimmed, the same way it’d always idled when we’d share a joint late at night.

Animal House. I can’t believe I’m entertaining this garbage… a movie, let alone, a comedy.

I suddenly feel the warmth of headlights hitting my back, and my backside is soon met with a light brush from the hood of his truck, in threats to hit me, laughing as he hangs out from the window.

My back stiffens before I clear my throat and my cheeks flush, blood rushing into my finger tips.

“Watch it, you idiot.” I manage with a soft grin, the lids of my eyes already hooded just at the sight of the peeling white paint of his pick-up.

Fiddleford opens the door and steps out, his boots connecting to the cracked pavement with an echo.

After he slams the door shut, a shit eating grin at his delicate lips, he also stuffs his hands into his pockets while shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, well— you’re alive, ain’t ya?” He smiles back.

I shrug with him.

“Sure.” I hum, but as much as I’d try to hide that tone… that damn tone… it slipped.

I watch Fiddleford’s smile flatten, a slow nod coming from him to imply he’s accepting that response as he continues to move on.

“Thanks for comin’ tonight.” His tone matched.

I feel my face flicker with confusion, but I quickly look to the ground to cover it up.

“We should head inside.” I follow suit and move on, too, throwing my head in the direction of the theater entrance.

I got us a shared popcorn, two separate soda’s, and I was even grabbing the tickets. I used some of my grant money for this. I wanted to use some of my grant money for this.

“How’s the valley?” I ask as we find a good set of seats.

Fiddleford opens his chair of choice, six rows up from the front row, four seats in.

“S’fine. Movin’s a bitch, but… closer to you. Emma’s already decoratin’. She’s got a real eye for that.” Fiddleford says with a look I’d never seen before.

At least not from him.

“That’s… yeah. Closer to me.” I mutter a touch solemnly.

“How’s Gravity Falls?” He asks.

Do I tell him about… any of it? After not speaking to me for so long?

“It’s fine. I had a cabin built, been working on a lab.”

A red head sitting behind us leans in closely with a finger pressed to her lips. She violently hushes us, some of her spit dusting my skin as I flinch.

We both instinctively sink back into the cushions of our seats, closing our mouths at her demand, but not before snickering.

The movie was admittedly entertaining, our pinky’s laced at the top of the popcorn by accident, but we let them rest almost the entirety of the showing.

Which leaves me feeling even more conflicted as we reach our vehicles, a silence looming.

It felt awkward but, he also seemed happy.

Was he leaving Emma-M—

“Stanford I’m— I’m marryin’ Emma.”

The grip on my car key tightens and my stomach drops deep within me, a wave of nausea sinking under my skin.

My back remained to him as I stared carefully at the inside of my palm, sweat pricking at the notch of my neck.

“Stanford?” I hear him ask, his voice quiet.

He felt a scene coming, and to be perfectly clear, I wanted to cause one.

“I haven’t seen you in over a year. When I do, it’s for this?” I ask with a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Stanford, please…”

“Please what?” I ask, turning around.

“…I want you at the wedding.” He says firmly, his voice unwavering despite my clear panic.

I laugh this off with a cold attitude, running my hand through my hair as I continue with that same bout of aggression that I seemed to currently have an inability to control.

“Of course you do.”

My breathing starts to quicken as a pain begins swelling in my chest. The pain is tight and constricting, causing a soreness to ache between my shoulder blades, a hardened pulse beginning to beat in my hands.

Congestion pulls to the corners of my eyes and as I narrowly manage to refrain from crying, a desperate sound comes from me, something that pleads, but I bury it down just as quickly as it arrives.

Fiddleford just watches me, and I feel as if I’m under a microscope.

So small.

His expression isn’t sour or judgmental, instead it’s filled with fear and loss.

“I can’t watch that. Do you understand what you’re asking of me?” I question with strain.

“I do.” He responds softly, like a coo, and I hated him for looking so upset.

How on earth could he be upset?

“So that’s it? This was the last night I get to—“

“You get to what?” He interrupts with a sharpness.

I furrow my brows in disbelief, surprised by his bite, like he had any place to be angry.

“Be with you.” I truly didn’t think I had to say it.

“I’m askin’ you to come to my god damn wedding, Stanford!” He yells and steps closer, not allowing for me to back down from this conversation.

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m saying!” I raise my voice in a whisper with distress.

I can feel the pooling at the water line of my eyes.

“Please…” I whisper again.

Fiddleford frowns, taking my hand,

“I can’t.”

I throw his touch.

“Don’t fucking do that.” I choke, sucking in air as I try to swallow the lump filling my throat.

“I need you there. I need you to be happy for me.” He pleads softly.

“I can’t…” I answer with a stiff jaw before continuing, “did I mean nothing? Did all of it mean nothing?”

“You don’t know my family, Stanford.”

“I know damn well. I know them… and I know from experience that you don’t need them!”

“That’s you, Ford! That’s you. You can go without your parents, without Stanley, but do you even remember what lovin’ ‘em was like? I can’t do that, Ford. I don’t know what I’d do without ‘em.”

I ignore his accusation, bringing the focus back to his family.

“They wouldn’t even like you if they knew who you were. Deep down. So why the hell should you care about them?”

Fiddleford’s face contorts with offense.

“Just because your family’s a fuckin’ mess—“ he starts.

“Mine?! Just mine? Really.”

“I’m not askin’ you, Stanford, I’m tellin’ you, this is done. It’s been done for a long time and I think you know that.”

My jaw remains clenched as I stare at him.

“That’s it?” I ask after a few beats of silence.

“That’s it.” He stands firm.

My chin quivers as my frown deepens, a soft heave escaping me before I try and recover by bringing my knuckles to my mouth, but at this point it feels uncontrollable, the urge to cry.

I can’t believe I’m letting it happen, I’m letting the tears start to slip through my fingers.

My flesh is soon exposed to the cut of my teeth as I cradle my index finger between them, trying to hold myself back, but it doesn’t stop me from sobbing.

It became more and more guttural, but I try to remain quiet even though I felt hysterical, like I was losing my mind.

I’m losing him.

“I love you.” I beg.

He sighs.

“I love you, too, Stanford, but, love ain’t enough for the trouble it would cause. Emma is a great girl, and I love her, too, it ain’t just about us.”

“You never let it be!” I begin to grow defensive.

“Because it can’t be, you know it, I know it! I don’t—!” Fiddleford pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Ford, I don’t wanna yell. I don’t wanna fight. Please just come… please. I can’t do it without you. You’re still my best friend, my rock and I can’t—“

“I’m not enough.” I interrupt with a hiss.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Love ain’t enough. I’m not enough. That’s what you said.”

Fiddleford chews on the inside of his cheek.

“I have the balls to do it, I did it, and you can’t accept it. That ain’t gonna fall on me.” Fiddleford starts, his hand on his chest.

“You know it’s wrong. You know I can’t. You knew this whole time I couldn’t. We shouldn’t. So why are ya makin’ me feel like the bad guy? You don’t think it hurts me? You don’t think if I could be with you that I would be? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but for once I’m tryin’ to have a back bone, I’m tryin’ to do the right thing, and you’re makin’ it damn near impossible! I can’t do this.”

“You talk about it like it’s something to be ashamed of.” I scoff.

Fiddleford groans, and it’s evident he feels he’s been speaking in circles.

“It is, Stanford! It is.”

The anger I had felt at beginning of this conversation began to come forward again, my sobs soon halting as his words ring in my ears.

I take a deep breath and wipe my tears, the sadness continuing to pull at my features as that sinking feeling deep within my stomach turns into an almost stoic replacement.

Fiddleford digs into his corduroy jacket, pulling out a textured envelope before he tries to give it to me.

I hold my hand up to reject it.

“Stanford—“

“I’m not going.”

“Please.” Fiddleford’s voice suddenly cracks.

I don’t know what hurts more.

I shake my head as I look into the sky to collect myself, and… I give in, refusing to cry again as I rip the invitation from his hand, but something deep inside me was inevitably severed.

This was a feeling I wasn’t sure I’d ever know again, or want to know again.

I didn’t want to feel this ever, ever again.

“I don’t know how you could do this to me.” I remain level in my words.

“I’m sorry.” Fiddleford whispers.

I pull open my door and slide into the drivers seat, shutting him out with the sound of my starting engine.

I toss his wedding invitation onto the passenger side before making a three hour drive home.

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((And yes, even with this headcanon, I believe Fiddleford is still the one to yearn most during the construction of the portal, and I actually feel like this headcanon explains in part of why Ford is so dismissive of Fiddleford’s feelings going forward.))