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ok i finally finished this gifset...time to do my actual job
#i set an alarm so i would wake up as soon as the mv dropped#and then i started giffing like immediately#and it pained me so much to stop giffing and get ready for work#i opened as fast as possible too. think it might be a record lol#luckily not many customers bothered me so i could get it done quick#but wow im so fucking tired omg its not even 10 yet#im literally never doing this for another group lol#anyway i actually gotta do work and go to the bathroom now ill give my opinions on the songs later#vinnie talks
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Butterflies
[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You know youâre screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.
WC: 717
Category: Fluff
For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (Iâm seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it đ¤)
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It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.
You didnât mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just⌠happened to tip the entire thing over him.
The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.
You told him no. You just wanted to go home.
You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.
"Miss?"
"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.
But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you werenât that smart.
Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.
"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.
"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."
You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."
"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"
"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."
"Don't talk about the puppy like that."
"So you did have him stalk me!"
"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I donât mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."
"Harvey, youâre suchâ"
You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.
In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.
When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.
They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."
And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.
Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."
Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"
He was right.
Goddamnit, he was right.
And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.
Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.
The butterflies seemed to agree.
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You asked for mike request and I only think abt him at the moment so imma tell you all of them.
-so mike coming home from work (established relation ship btw) and see you sleeping in his clothes and on his bed and just like awakens something in him like makes him love more.
THE COMFORT OF YOUR ARMS M.S
the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!
Authorâs note:Â thank you for requesting love!! this was such a cute ideaa i love my bf mike < 3
Mike Schmidt x gender!neutral reader
Warnings: nothing just fluff
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Mike was exhausted. It had been a long night and all he could think about was going home and cuddle up next to you. It was early in the morning when Mike locked the entrance to the pizzeria and tiredly drove back home. His mind felt blank, drained and all he could think about was you.
A soft hum escaped his lips as he finally unlocked the front door. The brunette sighed tiredly before kicking of his shoes and tossing his jacket somewhere on the couch. The house was quiet, the early sunlight beemed through the curtains making Mike muffle a soft yawn.
His feet dragged him to the bedroom, ready to fall on the soft duvet next to you. Mike blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the dark room but thanks to the early sunrise (and broken curtain you were working on replacing) he stopped Infront of the bed to admire you curled up wearing his favorite hoodie. You had your arms wrapped around a pillow together with his side of the blanket. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him. God. You looked beautiful. He thought. And as he predicted It once again felt like all of his worries disappeared the moment he saw you.
Your boyfriend carefully crawled next to you and successfully pulled away the pillow you were holding. A content smile crossed Mike's lips as he wrapped his own arms around you instead, kissing the top of your head in the process. His breathing relaxed as he enjoyed this peaceful moment he longed all night for.
Mike's eyes glanced up at the ceiling before reminding himself to remove the leftover tape of the Nebraska poster he ripped off. He knew how hard you had been trying to make his house more cozy and welcoming for him and Abby and he couldn't be more grateful. You were well aware of your boyfriend's dream adventures but Mike always made a promise to never wander off at night when you were with him. As much as you reassured him you didn't mind he kept his ground.
You knew how important 'sleep' was for Mike and this was a part of him you couldn't help with. This was his own journey. But still it was hard. You already saw Mike less often during the day because of your new office job and now you had to miss him during nights as well. When Mike was home, you didn't see a lot of him either, he kept himself tucked away in the bedroom reliving the same memory over and over again. It broke your heart seeing him so in pain, so absent and obsessed with memories even after all these years of knowing him. But it was a part of Mike you couldn't help him with, it didn't matter how much you tried, it was his journey. His way of finding peace. So moments like this, when you were both wrapped in each others arms you both savoured to the fullest.
Mike stroked your hair, making you softly stir before comfortably laying your head further on his chest. "hmm missed you." You mumbled tiredly, not really awake yet. Mike chuckled at your adorable state. His clothes looked so good on you and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride of catching you wearing them when he wasn't around.
"Missed you too baby." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your hair. "Try getting some more sleep."
You hummed, slipping your hand under his shirt and wrapping your arm around his waist. "I love you." You murmured, already dozing off again.
"I love you more princess." He smiled, before the unbearable exhaustion took over and lulled him into sleep aswell.
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Hihi! I was wondering if you can do billy and stu and just the slashers reacting to their someone being hurt at their job and trying to hide it?
A/N: Okay I was going to do this request for multiple slashers, BUUUUUUT I started writing for Billy and Stu and got carried away. I love them too much
Billy & Stu Reacting to their S/O being injured at work.
Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, brief mention of killing (but I mean this is the slasher fandom so kinda expected lol)
This blog is 18+, Minors do not interact
GIF by casualwriters
You hadnât been working at the video store for too long but you loved it, your friend Randy had gotten you the job when they were desperate for staff. It was great for the boys too; Billy and Stu would stop by all the time using the place as their personal hang out much to your managers displeasure.
Every Saturday night the boys would swing by and pick some scary movies to watch together after you finished, unfortunately for them you were going to be stuck doing inventory tonight. As usual Billy wasnât impressed about having to share your time with anyone other than Stu, âJust blow it off what are they going to do fire you?â you rolled your eyes as you continued getting ready. âYes Billy, probably.â
Stu got up from his spot in front of the tv to try to pull you back to the couch, âCome on babe, do you really think you should be out at night? Donât you know thereâs a killer on the loose?â You try to supress your chuckle as he raises his eyebrows at you, his usual smirk on his face.
You fake innocence putting on your best fear filled voice, âOh no, what will I do if Mr. Ghostface comes to get me.â Billy laughs one of his rare genuine laughs before Stu steps closer to you placing his hands on your waist, âI could think of a few things.â Smirking as he notices the way you flush at the suggestion. You lightly smack his chest as he laughs at himself once again before you press a chaste kiss to his lips. You grab your bag, blowing a quick kiss to Billy before heading to the door. âIâll try to get back in time for movie night, but donât wait up.â
Inventory was fairly boring, you tried to get it done as quickly as possible while Randy spent most of the night showing you his favourite scenes from various movies. Shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth he continued his rant, âCome on how can you have lived your whole life without watching this movie? Quick you're gonna miss the best part!â
âRandy unlike you Iâm actually trying to get this finished before midnight, now are you going to help me or not?â He sighs before finally getting off his ass and heading towards the storage room, 15 minutes go by and he still isnât back to help. âI swear to god Randy if you're napping on the kart again Iâm going to kill you.â You mutter to yourself as you head to the storage room.
You see Randy sitting on the kart going through a box of movies, you try to get a closer look before he sees you. You noticed the box of X rated movies he was looking at. âRandy you perv!â You didnât realise you had snuck up on him before he jumped up knocking you into the shelves behind you both. Before you could move a box came off the shelf and fell onto you. Your head immediately pounded âOh shit, Y/N!â Randy hurries to help you up, moving the various tapes that are scattered around to get you back out into the store, sitting up on the counter Randy starts looking over your head. âOh shit, you're bleeding. Billyâs going to kill me.â You feel him practically prod at your forehead as you hiss in pain and slap his hand away. He helps you clean up the blood and tells you to go home, âIll finish up here, itâs the least I can do.â You can see how sincere he is when he apologises. Your only worry is how you're going to explain this to the boys.
You decide to head straight home, hopefully the boys will think you just had to stay too late and will leave you be until tomorrow. That way you would at least have time to clean yourself up and come up with a story.
Looking in the mirror the damage is worse than you thought, the red tint on your forehead of smudged blood, the dried blood in your hairline and the bruising that was already beginning to show around the cut that could definitely not be concealed. You sighed as you wet a cloth in the bathroom sink raising it to your head gently, the pain immediately making you wince at the contact.
You raised your hand to try again when you heard something in your room, you looked out the doorway and saw what you could only assume was the boys sneaking in your window. You panicked and slammed the bathroom door closed locking it behind you. You hear the taller of the two call out to you as he knocks on the bathroom door. When you donât answer he tries to open the door, âWhys the door locked babe?â
âSorry Stu, Iâm not feeling too well.â You try to sound convincing. This time its Billy that answers, âCome out here and tell us whatâs wrong.â âYeah we will look after you.â Stu giggles as you can clearly hear Billy push him away from the door. You feel bad hiding from them, âNo its okay, you should probably go home in case Iâm uh infectious or something. Yeah.â Your voice wavers and you know you arenât convincing anyone.
Stu is quiet for once but you hear the edge in Billyâs voice as he speaks, âY/N donât lie to us, get out here.â You know they wonât leave, part of you wonders if it would be dramatic to climb out the window at this point. âDonât make me break the door down.â You wouldâve rolled your eyes but you knew he probably wasnât kidding.
You slowly unlocked the door before slipping out of the bathroom, still not looking at either of them. You try to hide your face but of course they can see it, Stu is at your side immediately trying to make sure you're okay. He gently inspects the cut careful not to touch it. You try to ignore Billyâs stare but you can feel his eyes on you, looking at him for a second regret fills you when you meet his eyes. Billy might be a murderer but everything he does is so calm and thought out, never out of rage. You wouldnât know that looking at him now, fists clenched at his side as his eyes narrow at you, gaze shifting between your eyes and the cut on your head.
Stu takes you to sit down on the bed, unsure of how to help you. He might be the most caring person when it comes to you but heâs also kinda hopeless. Billyâs gaze doesnât leave you as you move around the room. Eventually after what felt like endless silence he walks towards you taking your chin in his hand and turning your face to look at the cut better. âWho did this to you?â Any other time Billyâs over protective tendencies would make you feel secure but seeing him like this, eyes dark and glazed over in anger didnât bring you any comfort.
âNo one did this to me.â He cut you off as his grip tightened slightly, âDonât fucking lie to me. Who did this to you.â You donât know what to say, you pull your chin out of his grip and sigh, âI was working with Randy andâŚâ Stu seems to pull you closer protectively as Billy raises his voice again. âRandy did this to you?â Billy hated Randy already for so many reasons but this time Stu is the one to speak up, âThat little fucker is going to pay,â he stood up and tried to walk away before you grabbed him, âNo! I mean please just stay here with me,â you plead him as you pull him into a hug again, you know just how to stop this big softy from making a stupid decision like trying to kill Randy.
âHeâs right. You think he gets to hurt you and get away with this.â Calming Billy down was going to be a harder task, âHe didnât hurt me Billy, we were taking inventory and it was an accident.â He scoffed, âHe accidentally sliced your head open.â You walk towards Billy and take his face in your hands making him look at you once again, âIt was an accident,â he tries to turn his head away but you bring him back to look at you, âAnd Iâm fine now. I promise.â
You watch him as his eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips, bringing himself closer to you. You reach up to place a kiss on his lips, slightly surprised when he begins to deepen it. His hands wrap around your waist as he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. You know where this is going and as the back of your knees hit the bed frame you break apart smiling up at him as you think youâve won this one. He gently pushed you back onto Stuâs lap, the kind look gone from his face as he turns to Stu, âKeep her here til I get back.â Stu only seems to nod and Billy starts walking back towards the window, you suddenly realise whatâs happening and frantically try to get out of Stuâs embrace.
âBilly no!â you practically yell at him, stopping him half way out the window, âPlease Billy, donât kill him.â He doesnât respond as he sends you a bone chilling smirk and disappears out of your room.
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Miguel Imagine Part 2
Gif taken from TikTok @almenhenn, not mine. Please check it out!
dom!Miguel x fem!reader
(long fic) :3
Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.
MDNI.
a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy
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You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You havenât seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately
~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldnât stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.
You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.
âF-fuck..this feels so painful..â Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didnât feel enough. You really wished he hadnât stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.
âM-miguel, fuckâŚI want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I canât w-walk..â You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. âNghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..â You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.
You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.
Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldnât submit it to her so you had to face him.
As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.
Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. âCâmon Miguel, I seriously donât have all day for you to make this âentrance.â You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. âShould I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I donât understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.â He rolls his eyes at you. âDonât be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and Iâll get going,â Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.
âMe? Being full of myself?â He chuckles with a smirk. âHow about you work on not looking like a total whore.â You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.
"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I canât handle your awful behavior sometimes, youâre so annoying.â You say.
âWhat makes you think that I also canât fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!â He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. âYou really need to be taught manners because you canât seem to behave.â He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.
Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.
The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. âI thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Whereâd it go?â He snickered. âShut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, Iâm leaving.â You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. âLet me out you weird fuck!â
âYou see, Iâm so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. Youâre going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners âround here, âkay?â Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.
Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. âL-let me go..now.â You spurt out. âWhy should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.â He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. âI mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?â You shiver a bit from his cold tone. âIâm sâsorry Mig.â Miguel grabs your chin harshly. âDonât call me that.â His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.
You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. âYouâre still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. TodavĂa no vas hacer caso?â (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.
âNo seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.â (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan thatâs been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.
âFu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.â You whine. âNo tan rĂĄpido, mi reina.â He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.
You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.
You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. âPlease MigâŚmake me cum..I canât hold it in anymore.â You whined. âPlease.. I canât-â You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.
âPlease what?â You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.
His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. âI thought you could handle this..fuck..â
Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. Youâve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. âYou taste so fucking good, so sweet. Youâre such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.â He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.
Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. âI want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.â That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. âYour mouth is made just for me, only mine. Youâre such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..â He groan and his head rolls back.
His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguelâs lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.
You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.
Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. âMiguel, please just put it in..â You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didnât cum.
He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. Thatâs when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. âIâm going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.â
Miguel didnât want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.
Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.
"Mm, I know, cariĂąo." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldnât let out any word besides moans.
Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. âYou like it, huh, cariĂąo?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - âYouâre my little dirty slut arenât you, muĂąeca?â "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."
"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.
"Please sir. Let meâŚ" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.
Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.
Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.
~
You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "EstĂĄs despierta muĂąeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.
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Where You Lead
Warnings: mentions of fighting, hunting, weapons and violence, drinking, hints of parental abuse and neglect, cursing, injuries and blood, gunshots wounds, mentions of death let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader
*not my gif*
Summary: Ever since you first came home from the hospital, you and Dean had an unbreakable bond
A/N: Welcome to book placeâs one year event!!
Inspired by: Where You Lead I Will Follow by Carole King
Please donât plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but Iâm asking that you donât steal my hard work
Loving you the way I do
âThis is your baby sister, Y/n,â This might be the first time since his mother was alive that Dean had heard his fathers voice be as soft as it was.
âCan I hold her? Please, can I hold her?â Sam begged, bouncing up and down on his toes in anticipation.
âDean gets to hold her first, Sam,â John scowled slightly, âWe talked about this already.â
The- now middle- Winchester sibling stopped jumping immediately and dropped his head slightly, âSorry,â He mumbled, kicking his shoe slightly against the motel ground.
As gently as humanly possible, nine year old Dean gingerly held you in his arms, supporting your head the way your father had shown him before gazing at you in wonder.
You tossed and turned a little bit in the hospital blanket that was wrapped securely around you, before you blinked your eyes open slightly.
Instead of screaming and crying like he expected you to do, you just stared up at your older brother in the same amazement that he looked over you with; and that amazement soon melted into full adoration on his features.
âIs it my turn yet?â Sam whined, and John finally relented with a small huff.
The hesitation was visible on Dean's face, looking as if it pained him to pass you over to his little brother, something that escaped both Sam and Johnâs notice.
What John didnât miss though, was the way his eldest son lingered near you and Sam, looking ready to spring forward at any moment and save you should Sam accidentally drop you.
âSheâs fine, Dean, quit hovering.â John told his son gruffly. But for the first time in his life, the boy didn't snap at attention to scramble and do what his father had said. For the first time, he pretended as if he didnât hear the man as he continued to stare down at you.
I know weâre gonna make it through
âIâll be back in a couple days, donât do anything to draw attention to yourselves.â John warned with a small glare before turning on his heel and exiting the motel room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Dean let out a small breath, glancing over his shoulder to where you sat on Samâs lap on the crammed couch, both of you engrossed in the cartoon before you.
It had been two years since you were born, and Dean was yet to hear his fathers voice grow soft again, even around you. In fact, John began to try and distance himself from you as much as he could.
He had once confessed to Dean when he was almost black out drunk that it was because he had a child with a woman who wasnât Mary, and while he and Sam could remind him of his late wife, you did no such thing.
It wasnât your fault of course, and Dean knew that. He knew that it wasnât fair for your father to distance himself from you for something you couldnât control, which would inevitably affect you one way or another eventually.
He walked over to the couch before plopping down onto the small cushion beside the two of you and held out his arms, âGiver âer here, Sammy.â
The boy did so, and you giggled slightly at being passed around. You looked up at Dean with a wide smile before turning your attention back to the screen.
A small sigh escaped his lips as he watched over his two siblings, both who were completely oblivious to the fact that John had only left a few cans of food in the room and a very limited amount of money without the certainty of when he would return.
He placed a small kiss on the top of your head. He was going to get you all through this, just like he always did.
And I would go to the ends of the earth
âWe asked for a parent or guardian of Y/n Winchester.â The principal raised a single eyebrow as he spoke, eyeing the clearly high school level student.
âIâm her older brother,â Dean grunted with narrowed eyes, âIsnât that good enough if our father canât make it?â
The older man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, âFine, fine. We should get this started, then.â He then beckoned with his hand for you and one of your classmates to come into his office.
You shuffled in, eyes lighting up when you spotted Dean and you hurriedly squealed, rushing over and jumping into his arms, âHey, sweetheart.â He mumbled, pressing a kiss in your hair.
âWhat is this about?â The mother of your classmate demanded, shooting daggers at you and your brother from where she sat in a chair a couple feet away.
âIâm afraid we are going to have to suspend the two of them,â The principal spoke.
A look of bewilderment came over Dean's features, âS-suspend? For what? Sheâs five!â
âEven so, they both must be held accountable for their actions.â
âWhich was what, exactly?â He demanded, grip tightening around you protectively.
âThe two of them got into a small fight and disrupted the class.â He informed him and the other mom.
âThatâs outrageous!â Said mother shrieked, jumping to her feet, âMy daughter would never get into a fight!â
âShe hit me, I didnât do anything,â You mumbled into Dean's ear, and he felt his anger begin to boil in his blood.
âY/n didnât do anything,â Dean stated, a venomous glint in his eyes as he stared down the mother and the principal.
âOh?â The woman screeched, whirling around and pointing a finger at him, âAnd how did you figure that out?â She hissed.
âBecause she told me she didnât,â He said plainly.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes as if he just said the most idiotic thing sheâd ever heard, âAnd how do you know you can believe her?â
Dean stood up immediately, you still clutched to his chest as he glared right back at the older woman, âBecause she isnât lying.â He told her with a dangerous tinge in his tone before simply turning on his heel and striding out of the office.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his shirt, âThanks, De.â You whispered.
'Cause, darling, to me that's what you're worth
âWhat the hell is this?â John snapped with a glare, picking up a doll that had gently been set on the table.
Dean swallowed, eyes flitting over to your sleeping form on the bed beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily.
You hadnât meant to, and Dean knew that. You were only eight, you hadnât meant to wander out the store with the doll in your grip as if it was already yours and not something you had just picked up off the shelf.
He had been too preoccupied to even notice until the two of you got home, and he had sighed as he watched your eyes fill with tears and your bottom lip wobble as you stared up at him after telling you that it would have to be taken back.
Reluctantly, he had given in and decided that it wouldnât even matter if you brought it back now, so he had said he would let you keep it this one time if you never did it again.
Of course, Dean couldnât tell his father that, then he would be angry at you. And your older brother always did everything in his power to shield you from that side of John.
âI-I took it, sir.â Your older brother cleared his throat, glancing up at his fathers raging form, âI wanted to get her a toy to have.â
The older man let out a loud scoff, rolling his eyes, âWhy the hell would you do that?â
âBecause sh-she needs toys,â He tried to sound as confident as he could without his voice wavering again. You needed him, he would not give you up like that, âI thought she needed toys.â He was more confident this time.
John dropped the doll carelessly to the ground with a snarl, âNext time,â He seethed, âNext time I catch you pulling any of this shit, thereâs gonna be consequences.â
He was talking to Dean as if he werenât seventeen years old. As if he were still just a child.
But the boy bit his tongue and nodded his head once, visibly relaxing once his father stomped out of the room. He looked back at you and let a small sigh loose, relieved that you hadnât woken up.
Carefully, he pulled the blankets higher on your body that had slipped down from some tossing and turning.
Where you lead, I will follow
âDude,â Sam spoke up, glancing away from his homework for a split second to give Dean a look, âSheâs fine.â
The man immediately froze, stopped tapping his foot and snapped his head over to his younger brother, âWhat?â
âY/n,â The younger boy's head was already facing the textbook again, âShe just went out with a couple friends. You can stop stressing out, she's fine.â
Dean hadnât even realized that he had eagerly been staring out the motel window, awaiting your return with about as much impatience as a toddler.
âI know that,â He shot back defensively, forcing his muscles to relax from his stiff, upright sitting position and relax against the back of the chair.
Sam looked up again, eyebrows raised so high that they disappeared under his hair, âOh? Youâre not staring at the parking lot as if she didnât just leave five minutes ago?â
âNo,â Dean grumbled, sinking down and crossing his arms over his chest.
A sigh left Samâs lips, âSheâs eleven, dude. And sheâs just down the road if you need to get to her.â
âOr if she needs to get to me.â He hadnât even thought as the words slipped through his lips.
There was a pause, âYeah⌠yeah, if she needs to get to you, she can easily do it.â He reassured his older brother.
Despite the clear way the words were forced out, Dean still relaxed for real when he heard them, but didnât move away from the window as he waited for you to return.
Anywhere that you tell me to
You shuffled through the door, head hung low as you dropped your backpack with a small âthudâ beside the table. Sam reached out and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly.
Dean looked over his shoulder from where he was preparing dinner, âHey, sweetheart, hey Sammy-â He cut himself off when he caught sight of your defeated look and Samâs pitying one, âWhat is it?â He immediately rushed out, âWhatâs wrong?â
You just sniffled slightly and crossed your arms over your chest, kicking at the floor.
âSam?â He automatically turned his attention to the boy when you didnât answer, âWhatâs wrong?â He demanded again.
John had just dropped the two of you off back at the motel after school before rushing off, saying that the hunt was not over even though he thought it had been.
A tear slipped down your cheek, and right as it did so, you took off towards the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you, leaving your brothers behind.
âSam.â
âThereâs this father-daughter dance going on for her grade,â He sighed, and it clicked into place right away for Dean.
âDad couldnât go?â He asked softly.
âHe wouldnât,â Sam corrected him angrily with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest, âHe told her it was a waste of time.â
All at once, a blinding rage boiled up inside of Dean, one of the only times in his entire life that he was anything but scared of his father. For once, he hated the man.
His thoughts snapped back to the present though when he realized that you were still crying in the bathroom, and he immediately reeled his emotions in. You needed him more than he needed to be angry right now.
With a sigh, he crept over and gently knocked on the door after shooting a swift nod of thanks to Samâs direction, âN/n?â He called softly, âSweetheart, itâs me. Can I come in?â
There was a moment of silence before the man heard a slight click of a door being unlocked, and he didnât hesitate to rush in.
Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were bloodshot in a way that made Dean's heart shatter into a million pieces.
âOh, n/n,â He cooed, sinking onto the ground beside you and pulling you to his chest, rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly as you cried into his shirt.
He kept whispering comforting words in your ear until you were reduced to sniffles and hiccups that were an effect of after-sobbing.
âD-dad doesnât want to go with me,â You choked out, clutching a handful of your brother's shirt tightly.
Dean sighed, unsure of what to tell you. Of whether or not he should lie and tell you that your father really did want to go, he was just busy. But he realized that you were now old enough to see right through that.
âIâll go with you,â As soon as the thought popped into his mind, he hadnât even given himself a second to process it before blurting it out loud.
You reeled back and stared up at him with wide eyes, âWha-â
âIâll go to the father-daughter dance with you,â He shrugged, âI know Iâm not dad, but at least youâll have someone to go with.â
Slowly, a large grin broke out onto your face and you threw yourself into his arms again, squeezing tightly as you let out an excited squeal, âThank you, thank you, thank you!â
He laughed, hugging you with the same amount of force, âMy pleasure, sweetheart.â
If you need, you need me to be with you
âY/n?â Dean's eyebrows flew up in shock as the smell of alcohol filled his senses.
âDuh,â You slurred, stumbling slightly to stand upright as you made your way into the motel room, âWho else would I be? Bobby?â
âAre you⌠drunk?â He had to blink a couple of times to help his brain fully process what he was seeing. You, his baby sister, hardly fifteen years old, drunk out of your mind.
âNoo,â You whined, âGod, get off my case.â
âHey,â He stood up, arm wrapping around your waist automatically as you almost fell over your own feet, âCome on,â Gently, he led you over to sit down on the bed.
With a large sigh of relief, you fell onto your back and cuddled into the sheets, âThanks, dad.â You mumbled.
Dean's eyes were practically bugging out of his head at this point. He swallowed thickly, âY-you know Iâm not dad, right?â
âWell not biololy-â You paused with furrowed eyebrows, âBeeolog-â
âBiologically?â He filled in the missing word for you, unsure of where you were trying to go with this as he turned on his heel to get you a glass of water.
You snapped your fingers, pointing a lazy finger at him, âBingo! You might not be my dad biologically, but youâre more of a father to me than John- John is.â Your head was nuzzling into a pillow by now.
He sputtered, practically dropping the glass before setting it down on the bedside table, âThat-thatâs not true.â He insisted, âYou donât think that.â
âSober words are drunk thoughts,â You slurred before opening your eyes and pausing to think, âWait⌠thatâs not rightâŚâ
He sighed, picking up the water and coaxing you to sit up so he could give it to you.
âWeâll talk in the morning,â Dean told you softly, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.
Even after you eventually drifted off to sleep, he couldnât do so himself. Still trying to wrap his mind around what you said. About if you actually believed your own words.
I will follow where you lead
âDean.â You reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, âIâm old enough to go on a date.â
He scowled, sinking further into his chair with his arms crossed, âI disagree,â He grumbled.
âOf course you do,â You sighed before turning back to the bathroom mirror and checking your reflection one last time before stepping out.
âDo you have your gun?â He asked automatically. And if it were anyone else, you would have laughed. But this was your eldest brother, and you knew for a fact that he was dead serious.
âI donât think I need-â
âDo you have your gun?â He demanded again, glowering from across the room.
âYes, yes, I have my gun.â You reassured him, lifting up your handbag of where it was resting dramatically to further your point.
Silence rang out between the two of you for a moment, having your own mini stare down, before it was his turn to sigh and stand up before striding across the room to you.
He put his hands on each of your shoulders, looking you in the eye, âI just want whatâs best for you.â He told you sincerely.
Your hands went up to gently grasp onto his wrists and squeeze, âI know that, De,â You spoke softly, âBut you canât protect me from everything.â
âI can try,â He replied stubbornly, cracking a smile when you snorted.
Taking your hands off of his, you moved your arms to wrap around his torso and pull him into a tight hug.
He was just about to return it when a knock rang through the room. Your date was at the door.
Slowly, you let go and looked up at your big brother with a smile.
If you're out on the road
âWhereâs Sammy when you need him?â You groaned, dropping your head into your arms that rested against the table.
âShut it,â Dean grumbled, âI can help you just as well as he could.â
You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, âYouâve failed every math class youâve ever been in, genius.â
âAnd who told you that?â
âSam.â You said in a âduhâ tone.
Dean scoffed, âWell, Sammyâs a freaking liar.â
You rose your eyebrows and placed your head in your hand, waiting as his eyes raked up and down the paper.
âWell?â You asked after a few moments.
âWell, this is hard.â He snapped back.
You threw your hands up, âThat's why I asked for help!â
He seemed to ponder something for a moment before putting the paper down tentatively, âMath was always stupid anyway. I donât think it would hurt if you didnât do this one assignment.â
âSo, youâre admitting to not knowing how to do this?â
ââŚno.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
âThen what are you saying?â
â⌠fine, I failed every math class Iâve ever taken.â
Feeling lonely, and so cold
âYouâre gonna be fine, youâre gonna be fine.â Dean muttered, not knowing if he was trying to reassure you or himself more as he put so much pressure on the gas that his foot had begun to hurt.
âD-Dean-â You muttered from the passenger seat, lulling your head to the side to try and face him.
Quickly, he shushed you, doing everything in his power not to focus solely on the crumbled up shirt you were holding against your stomach to try and apply pressure to your wound. He knew if he focused on that for longer than a couple of seconds, he would abandon his mission of getting you straight to a hospital and try to take care of it on his own.
He knew his mind would kick into a protective, frenzy overdrive and he wouldnât allow himself to wait until he arrived at his destination.
Of course, the one day Sam wasnât feeling well enough to join the two of you on a hunt- one that was supposed to be so simple that Dean finally- begrudgingly- allowed you to come on, you had gotten shot in the stomach.
As soon as that had happened, everything about the hunt immediately flew as far from Deans mind as humanly possible, even letting the shooter get away in his panicked state as his brain switched to autopilot mode and he scooped you up and rushed you to the car.
Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was going to happen to you. Nothing was-
A violent cough raked through your body, making your older brother visibly flinch as he pressed down harder on the pedal, even if he was already going as fast as he could.
âYouâre gonna be okay, sweetheart,â He muttered, harshly blinking away the tears that began to pool in his eye ducts.
All you have to do is call my name
âDean?â You whispered into the darkness hesitantly.
âWh-What? Whatâs wrong?â His eyes immediately snapped open and he flew out of the bed at your nervous tone.
He gently took ahold of each of your shoulders and blinked the sleep away from his eyes as they scanned your face through the darkness for any sign of distress.
âI-I had a nightmareâŚâ You muttered weakly, feeling heat begin to spread to your cheeks as you averted your eyes from your elder brother.
âOh,â He breathed out, relaxing only slightly when he realized that you were in no immediate danger, âOh, itâs okay, sweetheart.â He quickly wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest.
Your own arms snaked around him in return, burying your face in his chest and allowing him to rock both of you back and forth slightly as he rubbed your back soothingly.
âCan I stay?â You whispered meekly, refusing to look him in the eyes from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
âOf course,â He answered without hesitation, keeping an arm wrapped around you as he gently led you to the bed.
As soon as you were both lying down and under the sheets, you cuddled into your older brothers chest and let out a little sigh of content, âThank you, De.â You whispered sleepily.
âI have nightmares all the time too,â He whispered after a few moments of silence, âThey got worse after you almost died on that hunt.â
You felt his arms tighten around you as he spoke, and you held on just as tight in return.
âWeâre okay,â He spoke comfortingly, kissing the top of your head again, âWeâre okay.â
And I'll be there on the next train
âI-I need help,â You spoke shakily into the phone, wrapping your free arm tighter around yourself as you spoke.
âAlright, Iâm on my way.â Came Dean's determined reply.
No, âI told you soâ. No, âYou made this mess, you can get out of it yourselfâ. No, âYou shouldnât have gone in the first placeâ. Just your selfless, loving brother who was willing to drop everything he was doing because you had made a mistake. Because you had insisted that you could finally go on a solo hunt despite his protests and pleas. Because he had been so scared of a repeat from the last time he had allowed you to go on a hunt. And even that time you were with him, this time you wouldnât be.
And now you were in over your head and you needed your older brother to bail you out.
âDean?â You sniffled slightly into your phone, âIâm sorry.â
âI know, sweetheart, I know.â He spoke soothingly.
In the background, you hear the car start as if he had just been sitting in it waiting for your call.
You wouldnât be surprised. But you couldnât find it in yourself to be mad at him.
Where you lead, I will follow
âSamâs gonna kill us yaâknow.â You spoke, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into your mouth.
âWhat Sammy doesnât know wonât hurt him,â Dean replied calmly, leaning back against the couch cushions, eyes trained solely on the Scooby-Doo episode.
âWeâre supposed to be researching lore about the case,â Even though you said it, you made no effort to turn off the television and go back to work.
âYou and I both know that heâll do all of it anyway,â He reminded you, âMight as well enjoy our time instead of wasting it.â
A chuckle escaped from your lips as you softly shook your head back and forth, folding your legs underneath you and entertaining your brother by watching his favorite show with him.
Anywhere that you tell me to
âHow do you mess up making toast?â You yelled over the fire alarm.
âI donât know! Okay? I donât know!â Dean's voice boomed back as he wildly jumped around with a towel while trying to fan the smoke out of the room.
Despite his protests, the alarms screeching didn't come to the halt you had hoped for. If anything, it seemed to get even louder.
âI leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens!â You scolded, âI swear, I feel like Iâm the older one sometimes.â
âJust shut it and help me!â He snapped.
You sighed irritatedly, but grabbed a towel anyway and joined in on his efforts of stopping an almost inevitable fire.
It took a while- and a lot more screaming matches- before the alarm finally died down and the only thing that remained from the fire was the ringing in your ears, the faint smell of smoke, and a burnt beyond recognition piece of toast.
âLetâs⌠letâs not speak of this ever again.â Dean finally huffed out after catching his breath.
A wicked smile made its way onto your face at his words, âIn your dreams,â You told him sinisterly.
His face dropped and he looked at you in horror, âDonât you dare-â
âOh, Sam,â You sang, practically dancing out of the room.
âGet back here!â The sound of thundering feet coming bounding after you made you squeal and pick up your pace.
If you need, you need me to be with you
âY/n?â You ferociously wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks when you door was knocked on, âSweetheart? Are you okay?â
âY-yeah, Iâm fine, Dean.â You silently cursed yourself for the small crack in your voice as you spoke. Though you doubted it would even need to be there for your brother to know that something was wrong.
âIâm coming in,â He announced, waiting only a split second to see if you would protest before opening your door and immediately scanning his eyes over you to see what was the matter.
âHey, hey,â He murmured gently, dropping down in front of where you sat on your bed once he realized you didnât appear to be in any physical pain, âWhatâs wrong?â
You shook your head when you were unable to speak, averting your eyes from his wide, concerned ones.
âTalk to me,â He pleaded softly. He hated when something was the matter that he didnât know about, it absolutely killed him.
âItâs just-â You choked out a small sob, âWhy?â
His eyebrows furrowed as he unconsciously swiped a piece of hair from your face, âWhy, what, sweetheart?â
Again, you shook your head, âIâm being so stupid-â
âHey,â He gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him, âAnything making you upset is not stupid. Now whatâs wrong?â
âWhy canât we just have a normal life?â His heart dropped, âWhy did dad have to drag us into this? Weâve lost so many people because of what we do and I just donât know if I can take it anymore-â
âHey, hey,â He shushed you softly, immediately wrapping his arms around you, âShh, itâs okay, I know. Believe me, sweetheart, I know. Itâs not fair. Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs not your fault, Dean.â You sniffled, pulling away and wiping your face with your sleeve.
âStill,â Tears began to form in his own eyes and he was forced to harshly blink them away, âI wish more than anything that you could have been spared from this. And I am so damn sorry that you werenât.â
âI donât want this for you either, Dean.â You told him softly.
He smiled sadly, âI know, sweetheart, I know. But at least we have each other.â
You were finally able to smile slightly at that, âYeah, we do. Donât we?â
I will follow
Humming lightly to yourself, you put the finishing touches on the dish before you and stepped back with your hands on your hips, proudly smiling down at it.
âN/n!â Dean's voice echoed through the halls, âIâm home!â
âIn the kitchen!â You echoed back, excitedly jumping to hide the plate behind your back just in time for him to enter.
He entered with a wide smile, âHey, sweetheart, whatâs-â He froze and eyed you suspiciously, âWhat are you up to?â
Unable to even attempt to hide your eagerness anymore, you leapt to the side and dramatically put your arms out to the side, âTa da!â You guestered to the plate you had previously been hiding.
A wide grin automatically broke out onto his face as he came scurrying over to the counter with childlike excitement, âPie?â He practically squealed, âYou made me pie?â
You nodded proudly, putting your hands on your hips.
He rushed over and scooped you in a long hug, spinning you around in a way that made you giggle, âThank you! Thank you! Thank you!â He gushed while gently setting you down, âHave I ever told you that youâre the best sister ever?â He was already taking a fork and shoveling some of it into his mouth.
âI could do with hearing it more often.â You teased.
âYouâre the best sister ever!â He cheered, devouring the dessert happily.
Where you lead
The steady rocking of the car did nothing to help your tired state, nor did the music softly drifting out of the speakers and filling the small space effortlessly.
Dean's eyes flitted over to you for a quick second, âYou can go to sleep, itâll be a couple more hours until we get there.â He told you softly.
You shook your head stubbornly despite the yawn you had to bite back, âI wanna stay up with you,â You murmured, unconsciously cuddling up against the seat.
âWe had a long day, just get some rest.â He insisted in the same gentle tone.
Finally, you werenât able to hold back your exhaustion any longer and you practically melted into the cushions, âFine,â You mumbled, âBut only for a few minutes.â
He laughed lightly, reaching over with one hand and ruffling your hair playfully, âSleep well, sleepyhead.â He teased.
âI love you, De,â You whispered, eyes already drifting shut and your head lulling to rest against the window.
âI love you too, sweetheart.â
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A/N: I hope you enjoy. It's not really proofread. Started this a couple of weeks ago. Finally, I had the drive to finish it. Nothing but horny thoughts here. Gifs not mine. Credit goes to the creator.
"Such an eager little slut aren't you?, love sucking on my cock, huh?".
There you were on your knees, Ari's frame caging you in with his muscular hairy thighs. He slowly worked his cock in your mouth, stopping once in a while to let you control the pace.
You held onto his muscular thighs, to steady yourself. Ari loved it when you took control, he cherished the feeling of being desired by his wife. It'd taken patience and a while to get there.
You were determined to keep up with him and please him well. Ari was huge, and what you couldn't fit into your mouth, you worked with your hands. One hand also massaged his balls.
It seemed to stir Ari on as his growls and whines fill the back seat of his truck. His calloused left hand holds your curly hair out your face and the other massages on top of your head. A jesture so endearing even during such a filthy moment.
"Yes just like that, sucking my cock so well. You were desperate weren't you?". You pull away to answer.
" I need your cock so bad".
"I know princess I know, its yours. All yours".
You went back to eagerly sucking his cock. You were desperate, ovulation hadn't been kind to you.
That's what it felt like, at least along with the annoying ovulation pain. Your fantasies and self pleasure could only do so much. You needed the real deal.
The count down till Ari came home was pure torture after picking him up from the airport his return from a business trip. Both of you drove to the beach to spend time together, the weather was perfect for swimming and picnic.
Seeing Ari in nothing but his board shorts and hairy taut chest on display. Sent you reeling. Ari had even teased, wanting to watch you beg. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have Ari's body against yours. And so you begged.
Which brings you to now, face a mess spit and cum dripping from your chin. Lucky for you the beach you'd driven to wasn't packed. So the both of you weren't too worried. Except there was the thrill of getting caught.
He continued "Couldnât wait till we got home huh?, such a needy wife".
The only response you could muster was a hum, that vibrating sensation made Ari jerk his hips. His cock hitting the back of your throat. He kept a steady pace.
"My good little whore, doing such a good job. Almost there dove, almost there". Ari pants. His voice breaks a bit towards the end
You could tell that he was about to cum soon. His hand usually held your hair tighter slightly pulling. His cock twitches in your mouth and his breathing becoming deep and slow.
You move your head to look up at him. You loved the look on his face. He was dazed, blue eyes dialated, sweat on his face, cheeks flushed pink and mouth open.
You moved off him and placed his cock in between the valley of your breasts and squeezed together. That sent Ari over the edge, his cum spraying and covering the top of your boobs.
"S'good"
You sat back on your heels. Head resting on Ari's thigh, he gently caressed your cheek.
"Give me a few minutes princess, let's get you ready, yeah?".
Ari handed you a towel to cover yourself and instructed you to go to the front seat. He was laying the seats down and adding pillows and towels. Ari also passed you a water bottle to keep you refreshed.
"Okay, princess, it's all ready."
You moved to join him again. You laid your head on a pillow. He laid beside you facing you.
"Legs spread princess, let me see that pretty pussy of yours".
You did as Ari asked, he traced his hand from your breasts down to your pussy. Rubbing at the patch of hair you'd left after shaving it. You'd opted for a martini glass style, Ari loved it when you shaved it that. Hair or not he wasn't one to complain.
He stayed occupied there, bur you grew impatient, and instead grab his wrist and guided his hand to where you wanted it to be.
"Lost patience have we".
"Too much teasing Ari".
"I just want to take my time, just admiring dove."
You whine in protest.
"Ari, I have lube in my bag." You reach over to grab it, and lather it over his cock and over you folds.
You move to settle above, him guiding his cock into pussy. You rub his tip at your entrance.
"Whose the one teasing now." You simply smirk at him. Finally, you push down on him. His cock filling you. The both of you groan as you sink down. Ari's cock buried to a hilt.
Ari sits up, and you move your hands to his shoulders for assistance. Once you were ready to move, you started to ground your hips.
"Yes princess, ride my cock just like that".
You picked up the pace, and soon Ari was laying his back one hand behind his head and the other on your thigh, kneeding it. You, on the hand, your hands were splayed on his chest as you moved wantonly.
His words encouraged you to move faster and bounce harder on his, the sound of skin slapping on skin.
"You cock feels so good, I love riding it like this. Needed this so much".
"Me too, sweetheart, missed you so much." You started to move at the angle that will hit your g'spot. Ari moved his hand to rub at your clit.
"You almost there, honey?".
"I can feel your pussy squeezing me so tight".
You nodded, lost in the throws of your approaching orgasm. Fire was pulling at your abdomen. Ari pressed harder on your clit, as your legs start shake, Ari takes control with what energy he has left, pushing his hips into you.
"Ari I want you to cum inside me".
"Your wish is my command."
"Want you to put a baby in me".
"Tell me how much you want it".
"I want it so bad, please". Ari flips you onto your back buries himself deep into your pussy, he works ro move your legs around his waist as he grounds into.
"Since you asked so nicely, I'm going to fill you up with my cum everyday. Is that want you want? ".
"Yes Ari".
" can't wait to see your belly full of our child, your tits are going to look so good full with milk. You gonna let me suck on them?".
"Yes Ari, I'll let you suck on my tits".
The last stroke of Ari's pelvic bone againt your clit sends you over edge. You hold onto Ari's back tightly, his orgasm follows yours. You feel the hot cum filling you. He pulls out and pushes his fingers inside.
"Just making sure not a drop is wasted". Ari jokes. You chuckle at his attempt and soon the car is filled with both your laughter. Ari lays down beside you pulling into his side. He places a kiss to your forehead.
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Omg I'm loving your response to my prompts!! thank you
I have a few ideas (You don't have to do them all) just throwing them out there to see what sparks ideas!!
I love secret admirer stories (I know its no where close to valentines day but still) maybe Reader is Rebecca's assistant and keeps getting gifts leading up to valentines day but she is pretty sure its like Sam or Isaac and tells friend Jaime (even though its really him) then the day of the grand finale and she comes to the lovely surprise of it being Jaime!
also if you could include Scarlett red roses in it for me (They are my favorite flower and the only flower I'm not allergic to)
So. I liked this one. Maybe too much? It might be the longest one Iâve written so far, so, uh, sorry about that. But I liked it a lot. It might be one of my favorite things Iâve ever written. Hope you enjoy. also the gif isnât Jamie Tartt but it is Phil Dunster so hopefully thatâs ok
honey, iâll give you all my time
Good god, itâs February all ready. You have a love-hate relationship with the month; love, because Galentineâs Day and hate because Valentineâs Day. You and your friends would go out on February 15th to get discount chocolate from the shops, then return home for an ungodly amount of takeout and a movie. On the whole, you all preferred action movies with a good romance.Â
Youâre dreading Valentineâs Day because itâs when your boyfriend of two years held your hands in his, and told you he wanted to break up.Â
That was a year ago. Youâre mostly angry that heâs a dark stain on one of your favorite holidays. Youâre absolutely determined not to let him ruin your enjoyment.Â
This is also the first year youâre not with your friends. You moved away last March because you realized your ex had been holding you back in far too many ways.Â
So. To recap.Â
Youâre alone. You love Valentineâs Day, despite it forever being the day of your breakup. Your friends arenât here. You have new friends. There is no one to go to the shops with on the 15th. But discount chocolate is still discount chocolate.Â
Your current job is as a personal assistant, something you excel at. You basically anticipate needs, meet them, and just generally make your employerâs life a whole lot easier. The application said the job required a lot of travel, but all expenses (minus some food) were covered.Â
You were shocked when you got an interview, then a second, then a third, then were hired.Â
Your boss is a woman named Rebecca Welton, and youâre half in love with her, but who isnât, really?
You swear youâve never been in such a healthy work environment. You mention it one day, early on, and she says itâs all thanks to their head coach, someone named Ted.Â
You meet him for the first time later that day, and you understand.Â
Itâs impossible not to love him, because he has vision. He knows what he wants from his team, and he knows how to get it.Â
He believes the team extends far beyond the players.Â
He believes it extends to you, too.Â
Ted and Coach Beard steal you from Rebecca as often as they can, claiming emergencies such as âa toxic amount of testosterone from all these boys,â âlife-threatening boredom,â and last but not least, âthereâs a new pun Ted absolutely needs to test right now and he wonât take no for an answer.â
(You like to give Ted honest feedback on his puns.)Â
You also find yourself in their office when Rebecca is out for lunch, eating your respective sandwiches and swapping life stories.Â
They remind you a lot of your parents.
Itâs mid-June when you mention the Valentineâs Day story.Â
It doesnât hurt as much when itâs punctuated by Tedâs âhe didnâtsâ and Beardâs perfectly-timed gasps.Â
You find yourself laughing halfway through, unable to stop.Â
âAnd anyway,â you finish, cheeks painful from smiling so hard, âthatâs why romantic love is a joke and I am drowning myself in platonic love forever.â
Ted and Beard share a look. âI wouldnât be too sure about that,â Beard says.Â
You shoot him a quizzical look. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell sweetheart,â Ted says, âbetween the two of us collectively,â here points between him and Beard, âwe know of at least three of the boys on the team who are madly in love with you.â
âWhat?â you gasp, âHow did you- where did you- who??â
Ted zips his lips and Beard tips a finger to him. âWe know of five if we count Rebeccaâs intel.â
Youâre sitting cross-legged on the edge of Beardâs desk, in shock. âRebecca knows about this??â
Ted and Beard shrug in unison. âWe all have our opinions on which one should shoot their shot, but thatâs neither here nor there,â Ted says.Â
âCoincidentally, itâs the one thing we unanimously agree on,â Beard nods.Â
Youâre cut off from saying anything by the door opening. One of the players stands in the doorway.Â
âExcuse me, coach,â he says, accent thick.Â
Ted motions in a you have the floor type of way, and the footballer turns to address you of all people. âWeâre all goinâ out tonight, and Keeley sent me to invite the new girl. None of the lads have really met you yet, just seen you âround. Thought it might be good for team bonding, or something. Iâm Jamie, by the way.â
âOh,â you say, taken aback. âI guess- yeah, I guess I havenât really met them. I mean, I see you guys around and stuff and Iâm at your games, but I donât really know you. Are you sure you want me to come?â
Jamie shrugs. âCoach is always on us about beinâ a team or some shit. And, havinâ a girl around makes the lads look good.â
You think that makes sense, and then find yourself agreeing to go out that night with a group of footballers you donât know, and (thank god) Keeley Jones.Â
Youâre going to figure out which five before the summerâs over.Â
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You have nice time out with the lads. They go to a bar and cram into separate booths. Youâre wedged in between two who have introduced themselves as Isaac and Dani, and across from Sam, Bumbercatch, and Jan Maas. Roy, Richard, and a few others you donât know are milling about, and you see Jamie and Keeley at a table, surrounding by giggling girls. The sight is so absurd that you catch yourself smiling and turning back to whatever conspiracy Bumbercatch is telling you about now.Â
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You put Sam at the top of your list as soon as you get home. The man wears his heart on his sleeve, or maybe in his eyes, but youâre positive that heâs one of the five Ted and Beard referred to. One down, four to go.Â
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Itâs the end of July, and you begin to become friends with the team. You know for an absolute fact who is not interested in you, Jamie being one of them. Coincidentally, heâs the one you become closest to. You think itâs because youâre not worrying about sending mixed signals or leading him on. You dropped public hints about not really looking for anything romantic, just to be sure you wouldnât hurt anyone.Â
As it is, Jan Maas and Dani have made the list. Jan Maas, because he stifled his Dutch bluntness for you and Dani, because he openly declared he was madly in love with you in front of the whole team.Â
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Isaac makes the list in December. It had been in between him and Bumbercatch, but Isaac was the one who walked you to your car every night and the first one to say hello to you every morning.Â
Youâre not gonna lie, it was cute.Â
You shared some of this with Ted and Beard, who remained impressively stone-faced. Rebecca proved to be equally impervious.
You shared all of it with your lunch-buddy-turned-work-bestie, Jamie.Â
You ate with him because Rebecca was constantly in lunch meetings these days, and Ted, Beard, and Roy were always revamping their football strategies.
Jamie would plop down at your table and say, âWhatâs the news, Amy Hughes?â in his perfect Mancunian accent, and then listen/add commentary to whatever you had to say.Â
You explained to him that the reason you wanted to know who liked you was so that you could be extra careful with their hearts. You knew what it was like to be led on, and you did NOT want to do that to someone else.Â
Jamie nodded thoughtfully at that and then said, âWeâre all footballers though, ainât we? We get the shit end of the stick all the time, hearts broke by models and whatever. Even ends up in the fucking press. Everyone hereâs has their heart broken before, and we all know you arenât doing it on purpose.â
You wrinkle your nose at him. âIâm pretty sure itâs short end of the stick, Jamie.â
And thus begins your lunch hour of bickering.Â
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No one has made a move on you yet, and you donât have a read on number five. You still think it may be Bumbercatch, but in reality, it slips from your mind. Samâs moved on, Jan Maas has accepted defeat, Dani swears he will love you until the day he dies, and Isaac stays, well, Isaac. Still sweet. Still walking you to your car, coming round extra early in the morning with a coffee or a water, depending on which âlooked less like shit.â
Really though, you donât think about it until February first, when you walk into your office to a small box on your desk.Â
At first, you think itâs a box of Tedâs biscuits.Â
Then, you notice a small, scarlet-red rose taped to the top. Thereâs no note, and all thatâs inside is a tiny paper heart.Â
Itâs folded with extreme care, and you place it on your shelf, smelling the rose. It smells amazing and you make a mental note to figure out where the heck it came from. But for now, itâs time to work.Â
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You donât mention the gifts until February third, because now thereâs been one a day. Each one with a scarlet red rose, and a different gift. Yesterday was an incredibly expensive bar of chocolate (it was life-changing) and today is a tiny gold bracelet.
Itâs a simple enough chain, but it is absolutely breathtaking. There is no mistaking the fact that it is not cheap, so you take it and march straight to Rebeccaâs office. Â
âRebecca,â you say, hands outstretched, âlook.â
She does, smiles, then says, âIt appears you have a secret admirer.â
âBut I donât want that!â you cry. âI donât even have time for that! I donât even like anybody right now!â
She peers at you over her glasses. âDonât you?â
The sheer weight of those words is enough to physically knock you back two steps.Â
You donât, you swear you donât, youâre absolutely sure.Â
What about Vienna? a voice in the very back of your head nags.
You reply, out loud, âWe donât talk about Vienna,â and Rebecca just shrugs.Â
âHave it your way,â she replies in a tone that means this conversation is over, but youâre the one ending it.
You turn on your heel and find yourself taking the route to Ted and Beard.Â
You burst into their office in such a flurry that the entire room turns to look at you. âClose the door,â you say with such urgency, that Trent hurries to comply. Beard even shuts the blinds.Â
âWhatâs on your mind, Ollie Cline?â Ted asks.Â
âWait,â you say, holding up a hand. You point to Roy. âDo you want to be here? It involves feelings.â
âFuck no,â says Roy, âthanks for being fucking considerate.â He follows it up with a pointed glare at Ted, then goes into his office and firmly shuts the door.Â
âCan he be here?â Ted asks, tilting his head toward Trent.Â
âI donât care, heâs probably a good one to have around for this because look!â You present the three collected roses and the bracelet.Â
âSomeoneâs started leaving me gifts, and Iâm pretty sure itâs a Valentineâs thing because of the roses, and it was fine for the first two days but this is expensive, and I canât accept this!â
Ted and Beard share a look. You hate it when they do that and leave you out.Â
Ted sighs. âListen, do you think this about Vienna?â
You fix him with a glare. âNo. We are not talking about Vienna ever again.â
Trent pipes up, âWhatâs Vienna?â and you wheel around on him, taking your glare with you.Â
âVienna," you spit, like itâs poisonous, âis a terrible, awful place where people think terrible, awful things. I never want to talk about it again and I never will.â
Trent nods. âNoted.âÂ
You turn back to Ted and Beard, pleadingly. âWhat do I do? Tell me what to do.â
Beard gets up and puts his hand on your shoulder. âKid, if you want my advice, take the damn roses and wear the damn bracelet. These boys make more money than they know how to spend, so just let it go. They all know how you feel about dating, so if someoneâs shooting their shot, they know the stakes.â
You shake your head. âFine. Fine. Iâll let it go.âÂ
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You decide to tell Jamie on day five, because itâs a Friday and youâre dying to get his take. You tell him everything, show him the roses in your office (hanging upside down to dry), and then hand him the notebook that was in todayâs box.Â
âJamie,â you say, âthis is an expensive notebook. There was a typed note inside that said, âfor your drawings.â How did this person even know I like drawing? I never talk about it!â
Jamie looks at you and laughs a little. Youâre very flustered for something most people would enjoy. âDunno, love, but weâve all seen the sticky notes you leave Coach. That might be it.â
You groan and flop down into your chair.Â
âAt least tomorrowâs the weekend,â you say.
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Jamieâs phone dings at 9:00am on Saturday with a text from you that says, what the actual heck and a picture of a brown bag at your doorstep. Inside is a plastic box of your favorite lemon muffin from a local bakery. He emphasized the image, then waits for your response.Â
It was still warm, you write. It was someone who knows where I live and knows what time I leave to get breakfast.
Jamie grins and sends you a shrugging emoji, and you respond with an eye roll and a youâre no fun.
Jamie reads that and privately disagrees. He thinks heâs lots of fun
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Youâre pretty sure itâs Isaac. After all, heâs the only likely candidate. Heâs one of the few who knows where you live and knows your routine. Not in a creepy way, in a weâre-good-friends type of way. You bring this up to Jamie, after personally banning all talk of this with Ted, Beard, and Rebecca. Stupid Vienna. You should never have told them.Â
Jamie shrugs for the millionth, infuriating time. Heâs been noncommittal this whole time. Youâre over here pouring out your heart and soul, considering whether you like Isaac romantically or not, and all he can say is, âI dunno?âÂ
This is not the Jamie Tartt youâve become best friends with.Â
That Jamie would be down to hunt this secret admirer with you. That Jamie would be helping you figure out if Isaac had a chance with you. That Jamie would be way more engaged than the one sitting in front of you right now.Â
But, you suppose maybe that Jamie died in Vienna, so you stop bringing it up.
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Itâs day ten. Valentineâs Day is in four day, and youâre nervous.Â
Youâve decided you donât like Isaac like that, mainly because it shouldnât take you that long to decide if you like anyone. There has to be an initial spark, and you shouldnât try to manufacture it.Â
Still, youâre not sure it is Isaac, so youâre not going to say anything about it. The scarlet red roses hang on your office wall, permeating the room with their scent.Â
You feel like youâre dying.Â
This is a cruel joke and youâre dying.Â
The building is basically empty right now. Rebecca and Higgins have some meeting, the team is on the pitch (including Will) and various other staff are somewhere far away from you. So, you jump a little when Trent Crimm comes tripping into your office.Â
âVienna,â he says, no greeting. âIf you didnât want to talk about it, you wouldnât have told anyone. Iâm assuming you do want to talk about it, but you donât want judgement from the people you love. Iâm here to offer my services as a neutral party.â
You look at him. âTrent. You are a journalist. Your whole job is writing down peopleâs secrets. Why on earth would I talk to you about the worst day of my life?â
Trent shrugs. âIâm good at keeping secrets. This would be off the record. Iâve never lied to people about off the record, also. I consider it bad journalism.â
You consider this for a moment, then sigh.Â
âAlright,â you concede. âAt least if this gets out, I know whose head Iâm shaving in retaliation.â
Trent looks at you in surprise, seeing you in a whole new, slightly threatening light.
âIt happened two months ago. It was around Christmas, and I didnât have anywhere to goâŚâ
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Your family all had their own separate plans that Christmas. Plans that didnât really involve you. Same with your friends. You said something casually to Rebecca, and the next day she told you she had booked you a trip to Vienna. Call it an early Christmas present, she said. It was at the Aumaris Vienna, and it was gorgeous and ridiculously out of your budget, but she said you worked hard and gave her peace-of-mind, and you canât really put a price on that, can you?
So you went.Â
But hereâs the thing.Â
Someone else didnât have Christmas plans.Â
So when you brought up your trip at your daily lunch, said someone else casually asked, can I come?Â
You almost choked on your sandwich.Â
Because hereâs the other thing.
You were, maybe, kind of, possibly just a little bit head over heels in love with this someone else.
Youâre not sure when it happened, really, just that it was probably in August and that it was soul-crushing because you knew for an absolute fact that he did not, and never would, feel the same way.Â
You didnât tell anyone except Keeley, but under the condition that she just let you say it and that she never, ever give you a response to it. Just listen.Â
She did, but you were pretty sure she almost combusted.Â
But who are you to say no when Jamie Tartt invited himself on your luxurious Christmas vacation saying, Iâll pay extra to get a plane ticket next to you?Â
You were doomed from the start.Â
To make matters totally and impossibly worse, he couldnât find another room.Â
He had his tickets, but the hotels, he said, were packed.Â
It was Christmas, after all.Â
So thatâs how you ended up in a luxury hotel with Jamie Tartt for a week and a half, one day of which was Christmas.Â
You know the, âthere was only one bedâ trope that everyone thinks is so cute?
It was that, but only if you add deep, shattering heartbreak to it.Â
Because every night, you had to listen to Jamie say, âgoodnight, love,â and then get into that giant, soft bed as far away from him as you could manage.Â
Every morning you woke up to the pillow barricade long gone, one of his arms thrown around you. Or one of your legs on top of his. Or a million different scenarios where you end up literally asleep together, some weird gravity pulling you to each other.Â
You were falling so hard and so fast, that you felt like the air was knocked from your lungs when Jamie started talking about the girl he liked.Â
âSheâs just so fucking beautiful,â heâd say, staring at an Alpine mountain. Or, âSwear sheâs the smartest fucking person Iâve ever met,â while traipsing through the city. Or, âPretty sure sheâs ruined me for everyone else,â while getting facials at the hotel spa.Â
To be fair, you were the one who teased him into admitting he liked someone.Â
You just didnât expect it to hurt so much.Â
The entire trip felt like heaven and hell had simultaneously converged on you, and you never wanted to leave but also desperately counted the days till it was over.Â
You came back and broke down in Rebeccaâs office. Ted and Beard were there. The whole thing came spilling out, about how you loved the trip so much it felt like your heart would explode but that Jamie loved someone else.Â
They all exchanged looks amongst themselves and did their best to comfort you.Â
You pulled yourself together and they promised never to say anything to anyone.Â
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âSo thatâs Vienna,â you finish.Â
Trent is just staring at you, mouth slightly agape.Â
He finally says, âMy god, thatâs fucked,â with such emotion that you decide right then and there that you like Trent Crimm and his rainbow mug.Â
Now, you just shrug. âI did it to myself, honestly. Thatâs why Iâm tripping out about this secret admirer thing. And god, Trent, the roses. Theyâre so beautiful and itâs so romantic, and whoever it is obviously knows me well so thereâs a part of me that wants to like this person, butâŚâ you trail off.Â
âBut thereâs a part of you thatâs hoping against hope that Jamieâs behind it all,â Trent finishes.Â
You let out a little laugh. âYeah, that about sums it up.â
Trent looks at the roses, then at you. âMaybe you should talk to Jamie,â he says, gently.Â
You reply with a forceful, âNo,â and then follow up with a small, âThatâs what Ted and Rebecca say, too.âÂ
Trent stands up, shrugs, says with a small smile, âJust a thought,â then heâs out the way he came.Â
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It is Valentineâs Day. And itâs a Sunday, which means you are legally required to stay in bed until 10, at which point you will get out only to make yourself decent enough to go buy a good cup of coffee and maybe (definitely) something to eat.Â
Youâve just finished putting on your shoes, when thereâs a knock at the door.Â
You take a breath, and get ready to let down your secret admirer as gently as possible.Â
You swing open the door to reveal-Â
âJamie! What are you doing here?â
Jamie Tartt is on your doorstep, hands behind his back, looking shyer than the day you first met.Â
He opens his mouth and says the last thing youâd ever expect:
âDâyou remember Vienna?â
Your heart, which had already been going fast because his dumb floppy hair was all dumb and floppy in his stupid, cute headband, is now working double time. You manage a nod.Â
Jamie takes this as permission to continue. âDâyou remember how I couldnât get another room, no matter how hard I tried? That wasnât true. I couldâve.â He pauses, and you wait for him to continue.Â
âAnd dâyou remember when we met, when I told you Keeley told me to invite you out? That was a lie too.â
You tilt your head, confused. He keeps going.Â
âLook- I fucked it. I fucked it a million times and I told Ted and I told Beard, but they kept helping me un-fuck it and giving me chances, and then Rebecca bought two tickets to Vienna and slipped me the other one, and they all told me I had a perfect shot.âÂ
Youâre still not understanding what heâs saying. He might as well be speaking another language. Jamie sees the confusion in your eyes, takes a breath, and tries again.Â
âKeeley told me to invite you out, but only because Iâd seen you around and thought you were fit. Then Isaac and all the lads thought the same thing, so I didnât even get to fuckinâ sit with you. And then you started sayinâ things about not beinâ ready for a relationship, so I tried to let it go. I really fucking tried. But I just couldnât. Your eyes are too sparkly and your laugh is too fucking cute and I couldnât let it go, so I started eating lunch with you and you fucking let me. I knew the moment I said anything about liking you, it was over.â
Comprehension has started to dawn, but you push down hope until Jamieâs done speaking.Â
âEveryone told me to shoot my shot in Vienna. We shared a bed, for fuckâs sake.â Here, Jamie looks bewildered. âBut I dunno, I didnât want to make shit weird. So when you asked if I liked anyone I said yeah, and started fuckin describing you, but you never fucking picked up on it. Thatâs when I got the idea to try one more time. All by meself, no help from anyone else. SoâŚyeah.â
Jamie Tartt is standing on your porch confessing his love for you on Valentineâs Day and it is not a dream, because if it were your teeth would be falling out and his hair would probably be neon pink.Â
âIâm an idiot,â you breathe. âYou like me? Like, like-like me?â
Jamie quirks a smile at that. âNot quite, darling. Pretty fucking sure I love you.â He pulls his hand from behind his back to reveal a bunch of scarlet red roses. The same from each gift.Â
âGot these for you,â he says. âDâyou know how hard it is to get red roses in February?â
You donât answer him because youâre leaping into his arms, kissing him like youâve thought about doing every day for what feels like forever. Heâs kissing you back, hand with the flowers pressed against your back, other hand in your hair.Â
âI love you too, Jamie,â you whisper against his mouth. He smiles and pulls you in again.Â
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Praisy
Request by anon: Praise k!nk judeeee.
A/N: Im sorry that it took over 4 months to write this but i finally started to do itđ and Im writing this with a fever so im sorry for any mistakes.
WARNINGS: Pet names, Sum swearing, Smut,Oral(for both), fingering and my english ofc.(ALSO a little cringe but whatever)
PAIRINGS: Jude x fem!! reader.
SUMMARY: You know Jude had a praise kink so you decided to tease him by calling him names, but it didnt end like you thought.
MINOR DNI!!
NOT MY GIF (creds to owner)
You were sitting on your couch when you got an idea to tease Jude a little and your idea was to use his kink which was a praise kink.
Jude was sitting next to you playing fifa on the big tv screen, so you decided to crawl over to him. âBabee..â you moaned trying to get his attention which worked. âWhat is it love?â He asked still focused on the screen.
âAre you a good boy?â You asked smirking and he started blushing âim what?â He said looking over to you. His english accent was one of the things you loved and you thought it was so hot.
âI asked you if you were a good boy..â you said and he threw the ps5 controller out of his hands. âBaby stop it!..You know how that makes me feel..âHe said biting his lips.
He slowly pushed your back onto the sofa and opened your legs so he could get between them, making your legs go around his waist. He pushed his body against yours so you two only had a little space inbetween you two. He slowly started to kiss your lips trying to take off your shirt in the process. He pulls away from the kiss looking at you with lustful eyes. He took off his shirt and continued to take off your clothes.
Soon you were only in your underwear. âFuck babe!..you look so hotâ Jude says looking at your body with lust.
Slowly he wrapped his arms around you unclipping your bra, making your breast bounce as they come out. He threw your bra on the floor and attacked your breast.
You moaned as you felt his hands on your breasts playing with them. His hands were hot and kinda sweaty from playing too much fifa. He slowly took his hands off your breast continuing onto your lower body, he took off your pants leaving you in your panties.
He hooked his fingers into the rem of your panties pulling them down, reaveling your already wet pussy.
âDamn..your already wet for me..â he said biting his lip as he started to get hard.
He lowered himself so he was facing your wet entrance, pulling his mouth onto his as he starts to eat you out. You moaned as you felt the contact of his warm mouth on your pussy.
He pulled away sticking a finger into it âyou like that dont you..â he groaned as he felt your tight folds wrapping around his finger. He lifted himself so he was looking right into your eyes as he fucked you with his finger. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he pumped in and out of your tight pussy. He felt your walls tighten around him and felt your juices come all over his fingers.
He pulled out licking the juices off.
âYou taste so goodâ he said and kissed you, moving down to your neck sucking on it.
He pulled away and stood up taking off his sweat pants and boxers, sliding them down throwing them somewhere on the floor. His big member already hard wirh precum coming out of it. He sat down and pointed to the floor to tell you to sit down infrount of him.
He spread open his legs and you wrapped your finger around his member, stroking his hard cock.
His groans filled the room and soon your lips were around his member.
You started to suck it gently, but Jude put his hands in your hair forcing you to suck deeper and rougher. âOmg how are you so good at this!â He groaned already feeling his high. You saw him close his eyes as he filled your mouth. âYour so good you know that love?â He said as he lifted you so you sat ontop of him.
He rubbed his still hard cock. âAre you ready love?â He asked and you nodded, he slowly stuck his member inside of you.
You felt a pain as it entered. âCan I move?â He asked and you nod. He started to slowly thrust and you felt the pain turn into pleasure.
You gribbed onto his bare shoulders as he thrust digging your nails into the skin. His thrust began to get faster and deeper making you an moaning mess. âJ..Jude!â You moaned making him want you even more. His thrusts became rapidly groaning as he felt your walls wrap around him.
You arched your back as you felt him slam in and out of you, enjoying how his member stretched you.
He gribbed ontl your hips digging his nails into you as he continues to slam into you. You already felt the knot form in your stomach, moaning out his name âJ..Jude Iâm close!â You moaned.
He bit his lip slamming into you a last time before you felt him throb inside of you. You felt your high come digging your nails even deeper into the skin of his shoulders. He slowly pulled out of you coming onto your stomach.
Jude was panting heavily slightly shaking as his own high come, letting go of your hips. You smiled at him and laid your head onto the crook of his neck.
âYouâre such a good boy..â
A/N: Iâm so sorry this took so long to write but I kinda have been getting back my anime obsession so I have been busy with that. But I hope you all love thisâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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betrayal - nick fowler x reader
"Girls will go to hell and back For boys who taste like heaven." - teenage sacrifice by creeper
Plot:Â Nick Fowler is gone, killed on a mission a year ago. And his partner and girlfriend Y/N made her peace with that. ...Until she suddenly finds out on a mission that he's very much alive. Pairing:Â Nick Fowler x Female!Reader Warnings:Â Death/murder (Nick faked his though), kidnapping, death threats, betrayal, lies and manipulation, grief (and reader shutting herself away due to her grief), heartbreak and angst, light violence. And especially: Nick Fowler being a complete asshole (but one you still can't help but love, because...look at him). But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes:Â I have not written for Nick Fowler in a LONG time, but like I said, a few weeks ago I had a ton of Nick edits show up on my tiktok fyp, and @holacia3 sent me a gif of Nick, so I had a few ideas floating around. But as soon as I heard this song and that line in particular, I knew it would be the perfect fit.
Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.
It was a bad idea. She knew it was. She should have stayed with the rest of her team, and not gone off alone. After all, itâs what got Nick killed. As soon as the memory of Nick enters her mind, her body and heart ache, and she has to fight the urge to cry or scream.Â
âNo. Not here. Make them pay first.â Thatâs why she got separated from her team. The criminals theyâre tracking are the very same who took her partner from her. And she just had to be the hero and go after them, trying to seek justice for Nick. That was the plan, until she ended up getting lost. And now, sheâs in a completely radio silent part of the building with a malfunctioning earpiece. âUgh.â She hisses, leaning up against the wall and trying to get her bearings. If Nick was here, heâd be laughing at her. Sure, heâd tear down every wall in this place to try and find her⌠but heâd be sure to laugh too. âI miss you, you asshole.â She whimpers as a few tears break free, rolling down her cheeks.
When Nick died, Y/N shut herself away for months, refusing to speak to anyone. Honestly, she lost a part of herself that day. Not just because she and Nick were dating. Well, he said they were. She was the one who refused to confirm it, not wanting to put labels on things because she knew what a job like this does to people in relationships. And the last thing she wanted was to lose what she had with Nick.
But she loved him so much, and though she never admitted it, she was coming round to the idea of officially being his girlfriend. Actually, she was going to tell him that after their mission⌠the same one he never came back from. When she finally went back to work, she was relegated to desk work, deemed too vulnerable to be out in the field after what happened.
Despite how much she protested, hating the idea of being wrapped up in cotton wool for the rest of her career, refusing to be forever known as âthe agent whose boyfriend died in the fieldâ... she was secretly appreciative of the coddling. It was a much better option than being sent out and constantly remembering what was lost. The moments with Nick sheâd never get back.
And then, this case came along, bringing her the one thing she wanted right on a silver platter. A chance to stop the very criminals who killed Nick. A chance for revenge, to finally put an end to this reign of terror. To make them feel the same pain she did. And she said - no, she fucking insisted - that she would be okay, and not do anything stupid. Yet here she is, proving them all right. Y/N sniffles, ready to try and find her way back to the rest of her team.
But then, it happens. Something grabs her, and she screams, trying to kick her assailant, desperately fighting for her survival. Yet, the more she fights, the tighter he holds her. Sheâs dragged into a room, and turns around, immediately preparing herself to continue her fight.
That is, however, until she finds herself staring into a pair of blue eyes she recognises immediately. The same pair of eyes that have been haunting her nightmares for the last year.
And everything justâŚstops.
âHey there.â Nick chuckles.Â
Nick Fowler, her partner and the love of her life.Â
Nick Fowler, whoâs supposed to be dead.Â
And yet, here he is, standing right in front of her, looking perfectly fine. Her entire body stiffens, freezing her in place.Â
âNo.â She gasps. âNoâŚN-No, youâre dead.â Nick simply laughs again, grinning like he hasnât just ripped her entire world apart. As if the months she spent crying over him, mourning his loss, feeling empty and numb meant nothing to him. She lifts her hand, placing it on his neck. The rhythmic thudding of his heartbeat tells her Nickâs very much alive. His skin tingles under her touch, and her breath hitches. Maybe things will be okay?
âSorry. You know how it is in this life.â Nick simply shrugs. She blinks, waiting for him to continue, to explain that even though itâs part of their job, there are some things he can tell her. That he trusts her enough to tell her something, anything. That thereâs a reason he had to fake his death and hide it from her. One that sheâll understand if he just fucking tells her.
Because sheâd help him, whatever it is. He knows that. She trusts Nick Fowler with her life, and as far as she knew, he felt the same about her. But his silent stare causes a thought to dawn. And it feels like an icy jolt through her body. Since he clearly had no problem lying to her⌠did he ever care about her feelings? Or feel the same about her? Even in the wee hours of the morning, when Nick held her and kissed every inch of her body and told her she was his girl, the most important person in his lifeâŚ. was he just pretending?Â
âNo.â She thinks. âNick loves you. Heâs the one who called you his girlfriend.â But just as soon as that hope flourishes, another thought comes, destroying it. âSo why has he been lying to you for so long?â The icy realisation quickly gives way to a new emotion. A deep, passionate anger. It engulfs her, boiling her blood and making her voice like venom. âI amâŚwas your partner, you fucking asshole!â She snaps, shoving Nick back away from her. âYou didnât think to tell me you were going to fake your death? We promised each other that we would tell each other everything, no matter what!â Nick simply smirks. âYou promised!â She repeats, imploring him for an explanation.
But she can see it in his eyes.Â
He doesnât care.Â
And despite everything Nick has done to her by this point, all the deception⌠that is what hurts most of all. She shared so many intimate moments with him, gave him so much of herself, and he just threw it back in her face. Like itâs nothing more than a game to him.
âDonât be like that.â Nick tuts, tilting his head to get a better look at her. As if he wants to see every part of the pain heâs causing her, like some sick perversion. âI had to do it. Donât act like you wouldnât have done the same thing.â
âIf it was me, I wouldâve told you. I trusted you!â Her voice cracks, and she almost bursts into tears right there and then. But Nick simply scoffs, his disinterest sending another spike through her already broken heart.Â
âOh, donât look at me like that.â Nick sighs once he notices the tears in her eyes. âIâm sorry, okay?â But she canât even trust him now. She doesnât even know who he is anymore. If the Nick she fell in love with even existed.
Itâs only then, when she looks anywhere but at Nick, that she notices other men in the room, watching them. Men she knows all too well. Theyâre the enemy, the very people theyâre trying to stop, the ones who took Nick away from her. So what is he doing with them? âNick, if youâre under duress or in trouble, I can help you. Just let meâŚâ Because that would make sense. That would explain why he faked his death and abandoned her. Because heâs in danger too. Her hope builds. "Please god, just let me save him."
âHey, hey, shhh.â Nick soothes, gently taking her hands. âItâs okay Y/N. Thereâs no need for that. Theyâre with me.â He chuckles, cupping her cheek. She tries to flinch away, but he keeps a hold on her. And for just a moment, itâs like how things used to be. Her stomach flutters, and sheâs reminded of when Nick kissed her for the last time. Little did she know it was a kiss goodbye. But then, she realises what heâs telling her. And her last smidgen of hope is destroyed.
âYouâre⌠working with them?â She gasps, eyes wide. But that means. Oh god. Her stomach drops, and her chest heaves. Has he been working with the enemy this whole time? Did he ever care about her? Or was she just a stepping stone for his career, a pawn in his plan?Â
âNow do you see why I couldnât tell you?â Nick smirks, still laughing like itâs all a big joke. Like he hasnât just ripped her apart.
âHow could you?â She whimpers. âY-You used me, and you lied to me. And now youâve brought me here to kill me.â
Every memory of the moments they shared flashes through her mind. But now, she sees them differently. Nickâs seen her at her most vulnerable, with her feelings and insecurities laid out in the open. He comforted her as she cried, worrying that theyâll never catch these criminals before they hurt someone else.Â
And he was working with them the whole time. He was probably laughing as he held her, enjoying the manipulation he was causing.
He never loved her. He just used her love to his advantage.Â
âNobody said anything about dying.â Nick chuckles. âYet.â
âWhat do you want with me?â
âJust a proposition. Nothing too bad.â He smiles.Â
âGiven what youâve already told me tonight, forgive me for not believing you.âÂ
âTold you she was stubborn.â Nick smirks to the men in the room. Y/Nâs stomach churns. She canât bear to think about the other things Nickâs been saying about her. She looks around, searching for an escape route. But every exit is blocked. Sheâs trapped. âWhy donât you join us?â Nick continues. âI told my boss how talented you are, and we both agree that youâd be a perfect fit in ourâŚorganisation.â He grins. âYou can finally be a free agent, do what you want instead of having people order you around. AndâŚ.â His voice lowers, and he looks over her body. She hates how her body still betrays her when he does that, how her heart pounds, her breath catches in her throat and she instinctively steps closer to him. Nick grins, knowing heâs got her. âYouâll see a lot more of me. Win-win, really.â
âAnd what about the innocent people whoâll die?â She asks, her brow raised. Nick simply shrugs.
âPart of the job. You know it is.â He chuckles. âSo, whatâs it going to be? Come on, Y/N. Come with me.â Nick whispers, smiling at her. The same smile he had whenever they woke up beside one another, their bodies entangled. When she thought he truly loved her.
He was just gathering intel.Â
âNo.â She speaks. At first, Nick frowns, almost wondering if he misheard her. âIâm not being a part of this.â But then when her words sink in, his gaze hardens.
âOh. I see.â He sighs. âMust you always be the hero, Y/N? Itâs such a weakness.âÂ
âItâs what I chose to do. To stop people like you.â She hisses.
When she tries to push past him, he grabs her arm, pushing her back against the wall, blocking her path with his body. âDid I say you could leave?â He asks, his voice more forceful. Sheâs never heard him be so angry, so demanding.
Or maybe he was just a master of hiding it.
âNick, let me go.â She orders. He ignores her, tightening his grasp.
âWhat am I going to do with you, Y/N? Hm? I canât let you go running off to your friends, spilling my secrets, can I?â When no word comes from Y/N, Nick raises a brow. âCat got your tongue? Thatâs weird, because you had no issues talking earlier.â Y/N starts to notice the men around them reaching for their weapons, and her heart stops. Suddenly, it all becomes real.
Sheâs going to die.
Sheâs going to die at the hands of the person she loves⌠loved.
âPlease donât hurt me.â She murmurs pathetically. Nick chuckles.
âIâm not going to kill you.â Yet, his grip tightens ever so slightly on her arm. âI might just keep you.â She raises her free fist, attempting to strike him. But Nick is just too quick, grabbing her wrist and twisting it back. She cries out in pain, trying to kick him, but Nick dodges the hit. âMmm. Touchy, arenât we?â He smirks. Y/N tries to remain calm, to show him sheâs not affected by his betrayal. But her body betrays her once again, and she starts crying.
âGo fuck yourself.â She hisses through her tears. Nick rolls his eyes, tutting.Â
âI need to go. Got to explain to my boss that our new asset might take more convincing than we thought.â He turns to the men in the room. âBe careful.â He warns, giving her one last wink. âSheâs trouble.â
And then, he's gone.
And Y/N is all alone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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NOW OR NEVER.
âĄ. ââ gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )
pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
summary: aemond sees you flirting with the bartender and realizes heâs not ready to lose you.
content warnings: +18, jealous aemond, thigh riding.
note: this is based on this request. also if there are any grammar errors i apologize, english is not my first language! i suck at writing smut but i tried :( hope you enjoy.
AEMONE CLENCHES HIS FISTS as he sees you, for the second time in the night, talking with the bartender, who is clearly flirting with you. heâs sure youâre doing it all on purpose, dancing with some random guy first and then this? you are going to drive him insane.
âthatâs it.â aemond hits the table with his fist, drawing the attention of a couple of his friends who are very aware of whatâs currently going on between you two, and stands up, his gaze fixed on you and the stupid, stupid bartender.
as heâs getting closer he can hear how you tell him that you are totally available on friday, which makes him walk faster, the mere thought of you with another man makes him want to throw up.
aemond knows itâs now or never.
âsorry, mate,â aemond rests his hand on your lower back, startling you. âshe has a date on friday. with me.â aemond does not say anything else, he simply drags you with him.
you donât apologize to the bartender, whose name you canât remember, as you let aemond guide you through sweating and drunken bodies. you are not surprise at his reaction, you are actually turned on.
you recognize the neon sign outside the bathroom before being pushed inside, aemond immediately locking the door.
âwhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â his voice comes out more soft than he intended. all he want is to be mad at you, but he just canât.
âiâm single. i can do whatever the fuck i want.â
aemond expression darkens, immediately walking towards you and pinning you against the wall, one hand next to your head and the other one parting your legs to position himself between them.
âyou made me remember that earlier today.â you say with pain in your voice.
you had a pretty ugly fight just hours before your night out because you couldnât fight your feelings anymore.
it is true you were totally fine when you started this friends with benefit thing, you were just having fun. but then you fell in love with him and you really thought he felt the same. how wrong you were. aemondâs reaction was of shock but then he smiled and when you thought he was going to kiss you, he simply said that he didnât see you that way, that you were being selfish. after that, it was ugly.
youâre not a thing anymore, not that you were before, so he doesnât have any right to stop you from wanting to flirt and meet new people. he doesnât want anything to do with you? there are plenty of people in the world and you have a lot of time to meet them.
âyou are mine, is it not clear?â aemond pins your arms above your head, free hand lifting your skirt up, his knee brushing against your clothed cunt. âforget everything i said earlier.â
you donât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his words affect you. however, his knee working you up makes it very hard.
âyou hurt me.â you say, bottom lip between your teeth trying not to make any sound.
âand iâm ready to make it up to you.â he pouts and you canât resist to him. you pull him by the shirt, lips colliding against his in a heated kiss.
aemond grabs your ass, slowly guiding your hips on his left thigh. âlift your shirt up, let me see those pretty tits.â
you obey, lifting your shirt. one of your hands immediately going to play with your hard nipples. and the music is loud enough so your moans canât be heard for anyone but him.
aemond wraps his lips around one of your little buds as his other hand squeezes the flesh of your ass. your eyes close and you hold onto him tightly, you choke out a moan at the sensation of his mouth on your breasts and his knee making just enough pressure on your clit.
ârub that wet pussy on my thigh, make a mess.â his teeth nip your skin and your lips part, the most obscene sounds coming out of your mouth. aemond lips curve into a smile as he watches you closely.
aemond can feel your slick transferring to his jeans, his cock twitching in his boxer. you rub your pussy back and forth on his thigh, face hidden in his neck as his hands roam your body, losing yourself in how good it feels.
you let out a whimper, followed by soft please as you stop your movements, legs shaking so much that you canât keep going. but aemond is quick to grab your hips, guiding you once again against his wet thigh.
aemond sucks and bites your neck, leaving evidence for everyone to see who do you belong to. him and only him. you can barely think straight because of how close you are, and aemond can see it in the way your face contorts in pleasure. his hand slides to your clit and you canât help but scream his name, which makes him chuckle.
âpathetic slut.â he groans, circling his finger on your clit, your eyes rolling back. âdoes that feel good, baby?â
aemond grabs your hair with his free hand, pulling your head back. your eyes snap open and you are meet with a smirk on his face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
you donât hold back your moans as your orgasm washes over you, walls clenching around nothing, the wet patch on his thigh growing, soaking it.
he gives you time to recover, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face and wiping the sweat off your forehead. aemond has a soft expression, completely different from the one he had just minutes ago.
âso, what now?â you ask breathlessly, feeling scared of his answer. if he says that he doesnât see you like that one more time you are definitely not going to handle it well.
âfirst, we are going to where that fucking bartender is. youâre going to tell him you have a boyfriend.â he states, helping you with your clothes. âthen, weâre going home. iâm not finished with you.â
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Donât Blame Me || Homelander
-PART ONE-
Warnings:Â Gore, violence, course language, angst, mature themes, 18+.
Summary: After several long and uneventful months since Johnâs abrupt departure, Voughtâs plan to present the Cerberus project to the public as a superhuman taskforce roughly forces you back into working with The Boys. This time, things will be more difficult as new threats arise, and former friends turn against each other. And all for what? Love makes people crazy, and John will stop at nothing to protect you.
Authors Note: SEQUEL SERIES TO BEND AND BREAK. Here it is! The long awaited sequel to Bend and Break. I am so excited to be writing this, I have so many surprises in store that you guys simply arenât ready for. If time permits with university starting back up again, I plan for this series to be a little longer than its predecessor. Unfortunately the update schedule will remain the same as I will be very busy, but any spare minute I have will be dedicated to getting this series out there. So please enjoy Donât Blame Me. A tag list is currently open for anyone wishing to be notified for future parts. Gif by @linusbenjamin
John was staring down at you with an expression you couldnât read. No one had ever looked at you like that before, with such emotion, with such -Â
Pain...there was so much pain.
The air was taken from your lungs as John flinched. Blood splattered the front of his uniform, tiny horrifying droplets coating his skin. A strange warmth suddenly spread over your chest, a deep rumbling cough caused the pain in your chest to increase. Blood dribbled from your mouth. Your blood.
The ringing in your ears became louder and louder, drowning out the terror-filled shouts from downstairs, and Johnâs frantic cries.
The last thing you saw was his furious expression. His blue eyes glowing a bright red in rage, hatred, and pure madness.
A sharp cry escaped your lips as you sat upright in bed, awaking in a cold sweat and panting heavily.
Your eyes darted around the room as your hands clutched at your chest, your fingertips grazing the scarred tissue of the bullet wound below your collar bone. As the ringing in your ears began to subside, and the echo of the gunshot stopped bouncing off the walls, you released a long and shaky sigh. You buried your head in your hands, trying to dispell the sick feeling forming in your stomach as you sat there motionless, breathing deeply through the nausea.
Over the last month, this had become a regular occurance. The nighmares of your accident had begun to haunt your dreams, and it was something that you couldnât seem to escape. You didnât understand why this was happening now. It had been several quiet months since you had been shot, and it was now that your trauma from that moment had decided to come back and bite you in the ass.
Great. Just what you needed.
The nausea had somewhat eased, enough for you to now lift your head from your hands and turn your gaze towards your bedroom window. A single beam of light flowed through the curtains, creating a bright line along the carpeted floor. You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes with small yawn. The sound of a gentle knock coming from your apartment door caused an annoyed groan to escape your lips. You were tempted to just lie back down and bury your head under the covers, had it not been for the knock getting louder and harsher.
âY/n? Are you awake? I made some breakfast and wanted to know if you were interested. Max is already inside and heâs about to eat everything if you donât hurry upâ.
You chuckled lightly as Benâs voice travelled through your apartment, rolling your eyes as you forced yourself out of your bed. Throwing on an old sweater over your pyjamas, you trudged through the hallway into your living room and over to the door, opening it with a half-sleepy smile. You were met with those soft piercing green hues, peering down at you with a gentle grin. âGood morning...â You spoke roughly, clearing your throat with an awkward huff âwas Max out here when you came over to ask me?â
âOh no, he had been knocking on your door for about ten minutes before I let him inâ Ben replied, chuckling loudly as you buried your head in your hands out of embarressment. You peeked up at him through your fingers, giggling softly as you shook your head. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry. I didnât hear him at all-â
âDonât worry about it, honestly...â Ben interrupted, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against your doorframe âthe kid is adorable. Iâve got a soft spot for him.â
âDoesnât everyoneâ You replied saracstically, giving him a teasing glare as Ben rolled his eyes. Stepping away from your doorframe, he motioned his head towards his open apartment door across the hall âGet insideâ.
You laughed, moving past him with a small smile as you entered his apartment. It was nowhere as neat as yours, but it had its own, slightly messy charm that you didnât seem to mind. It more disorganised than messy, with a few things out of place, and a random jacket or shirt tossed somewhere obsurely in the room. As you lifted your gaze towards the kitchen, you shook your head with a laugh as you spotted your nephew, mouth full of pancakes with cheeks full like a chipmunk. He grinned up at you through his food, speaking a muffed âGood moring!â as he continued to shovel in more.
âOkay, why donât you slow down. Youâre going to make yourself sickâ you scolded, making your way over to your nephewâs side and peering over his shouler to give his temple a quick kiss in greeting. Max swallowed, spinning to face you as you made your way over towards the kettle âHey! I was standing outside your apartment for hours! Iâm starving-â
âIt wasnât hours...â Ben interrupted, walking over and placing his hand atop Maxâs head, ruffling his hair âdonât lie to your auntâ. You laughed, rolling your eyes as you disappeared into the kitchen, deciding to prepare some toast for yourself. You decided that something simple was best, since your stomach was still feeling a litte uneasy. You could feel Benâs presence behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he placed his head on your shoulder.
âYou had another nightmare again, didnât you?â he asked quietly, pressing a featherlight kiss to the sensetive spot behind your ear. You shivered and sighed, shaking your head with a small groan. âHow did you know?â
âI can hear your heartbeat, itâs beating like crazy. Although that could be because of me-â
âItâs not because of you...â You replied shortly, slyly slipping out of his grasp and turning to face him with an annoyed expression, âYou can stop pretending youâre interested in me, I know Butcher had you move in here to protect me.â
âYou donât know thatâ Ben chuckled, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the countertop, âyouâre a very attractive wom-â
âYouâre also the father of my ex-boyfriend...â You spoke blatantly, choking back laughter at the shocked expression that formed on Benâs face. His eyes widened, a deer in headlights as his lips parted as he struggled to find a retort. Grinning victoriously, your eyes narrowed into a playful glare as you turned to face the kitchen dooray, looking back at him over your shoulder.
âWatch yourself, Soldier Boy. You lay a hand on me that way, and Butcher will have your head.â
From the corner of your eye, you watched as Ben held his hands up defensively, before his form disappeared from your view as you made your way back over to your nephew. With his eyes wide and beaming, his cheeks stained with syrup and cream, you laughed with a small shake of your head. âCome on you, letâs get you to school...â You sighed, ushering him out of his chair and towards the door, âjust give me a minute to go change, and then weâll get going, okay? Go sit in my living room.â
With a loud enthusiastic âgoodbye!â, Max raced out of Benâs apartment and into yours, grabbing his bag on the way. As you walked across the hall and into your apartment, you paused in the doorway and turned back towardsâs Benâs. He was standing in the living room, his eyes meeting yours as he gave you a small but respectful smile. âWhen did you figure it out?â He asked quietly, his head tilting slightly in confusion as he waited for your reply.
You rolled your eyes with a knowing smile, âWhich part? That Butcher put you here, or that youâre my ex-boyfriendâs dad?â
âBoth...â He replied awkwardly, âthe second part isnât exactly public knowledge.â
You hummed in thought, before replying honestly. âI had my suspicions, but truthfully...I just asked Hughie.â
âJesus woman-â
âAw, you thought I was smart.â
âI know you are, thatâs what scares me.â
You stuck out your tongue in reply, stepping into your apartment and closing the door harshly. Now in the privacy of your own home, a huge weight began to settle in your chest. That sick feeling in your stomach began to come back as you moved to rest your forehead against the door. You knew that Butcher meant well, by placing Ben in the apartment across from yours. But it still felt strange, especially knowing what you knew now.
With a long and heavy sigh, you pushed away that aching feeling in your chest and turned around to be met with Maxâs questioning expression, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he examined your form. âAre you alright?â he asked, looking you over completely for any signes of distress. Nodding your head, you shrugged your shoulders.
âIâm alright buddy, Iâll get changed and weâll go okayâ you replied, giving your nephew a small assuring wink before disappearing into your bedroom. Changing into a pair of worn shorts, an old t-shirt and an old black sweater you blieved belonged to an old supe friend, you emerged from your bedroom and grabbed your car keys from the kitchen counter. âYou ready bud?â
âFuck yeah, letâs go!â Max cheered, jumping up from the couch whilst slinging his backpack over his shoulders. Your eyes widened and a shocked gasp escaped your lips. âMAX! No swearing!â You scolded, glaring down at the young boy with your mouth open in disbelief. Your nephew folded his arms over his chest, pouting as he moved to follow you back out into the hall. âBilly letâs me swear-â
âBilly is not a role model!â You shrieked, shoving your nephew through the door and laughing loudly whilst Max giggled evilly.Â
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reconcile / l. williamson
AN i apologise for the quality. i am very much hungover as i write this. and idc if its mid february let me use this christmas gif my girl is ADORABLE my god i need to be in leah williamsonâs arms RN
requested? - yes
word count - 2.5k (iâm proud of that)
âââââ
sarina had finally announced the england squad for the AC cup. you were elated to see youâre name listed. having recently recovered from a broken ankle, you were barely getting playtime. itâs as if nobody believes youâre truly fully healed, especially with jonas keeping you as pretty much a permanent bench warmer. knowing that sarina trusts you and youâre abilities is like a wash of relief and youâre over the moon. you assumed leah, your girlfriend, would be celebrating with you, as sheâs repeatedly campaigned for your wellness and ability. but now it feels like itâs all been a lie.
you were out visiting your best friend, alex scott when you found out, she unsuccessfully attempts to lift you up in a hug of congratulations due to her shorter stature. you thank her before you realise that you have to go home and tell your girlfriend (even though she already knows, sheâs on the same squad. but sheâd pretend to act shocked for you anyway) excitement rushes through you as you practically ran to your car and sped home (which may result in a speeding ticket, but who cares, youâre gonna be playing for england).
rushing into your shared flat with a giant smile on your face to tell your lover the news, youâre greeted with a frown on her face before she utters
âyou canât do it y/n, youâre not ready.â
the smile drops from your face and it makes leahâs stomach twist with guilt, but she refuses to let it show and remains staring at you with a stern gaze.
âyou.. i- what?â
you spluttered in shock. where did this come from? for several weeks sheâs been by your side, fighting for you to get playtime.
âyou canât do it. youâre not ready to play in a tournament like this yet.â
your pride seems to shrink as you begin to fill with anger. how could she? all of her support and for what? just to belittle you and your abilities?
âare.. are you serious right now, leah?â
you hated this. youâre not a fan of conflict in general, but with your girlfriend? a nightmare. the thought of her being angry with you making your world feel as if itâs shattering.
but the anger that courses through you almost crushes the dread you feel, youâre justified in this argument, she isnât.
âdead serious. you need to call up sarina and tell her you canât compete. youâre not ready and sarina shouldâve realised thatâ
she sighs. she hates this as much as you do. she hates to be the reason youâre upset, but she is adamant in her opinion.
âwhy? why, leah, am i not ready? because i have been working my ass off for weeks and you know this!â
youâre raising your voice, making her wince slightly, it goes unnoticed by you due to your unbridled anger and she scoffs at your lack of empathy as she snaps at you
âbecause youâre not capable enough! thereâs a reason you havenât been getting playtime you know, it's because youâre not trusted, y/n! youâll slip on your ass and injure yourself again, youâll put the whole fucking team in jeopardy, and iâm not ready to lose because of you being a loose end.â
word after word is like a stab in the gut. hearing it from a normal teammate? painful. but hearing it from your girlfriend? agonising.
âoh.â
you try to hide how your voice is raw with emotion, but you know itâs a futile attempt. she hears it anyway. she reaches out for you slightly.
ây/n..â
you move away from her touch, cold and distant. you donât look at her, your gaze fixated on the floor. you know that one look in her blue eyes and youâre gonna break.
âdonât. just.. donât.â
your voice shakes as you move away. you canât be here right now. you canât be around leah.
so, what do you do? you grab your car keys, turn towards the door and leave. leah doesnât move. she doesnât try to stop you. sheâs dug her grave, she may as well lay in it.
you sit in your car for at least 6 minutes before you start the engine. tears fall from your eyes and warm your face. it feels as if your heart has been ripped out of your chest, you feel as if youâve been stabbed in the back. out of all the people to doubt you, leah? the person you love most? why did it have to be her.
you wipe the tears off of you, take a deep breathe and drive. you donât know where youâre headed, all you know is that you need to be away from leah.
why you ended up at alexâs house once again is beyond you. but here you are, sat on your bestfriends sofa, crying in her arms.
âiâm sorry, y/n. sheâs being an absolute dickhead. youâre more than capable and she should know that better than anyone.â
she holds you tightly as she rants. vehemently disagreeing with leah, defending you so passionately. itâs as if she retired from playing as a defender in football to become your own personal defender instead.
âi appreciate it al but in all honesty iâd rather forget about it. iâm tired, i just wanna scream into a pillow for the rest of the night.â
she laughs lightly as she releases you from her tight grip, nodding at you.
âyou know where the spare room is. stay as long as you need, okay? love youâ
she truly means it, and although itâs not what you need, the small statement makes you feel a bit better.
âthank you, al, love you too. night.â
she squeezes your arm lightly, mumbles goodnight and leaves you to your own devices. you sniffle slightly and head for alexâs spare room. which has practically become your bedroom with the amount of times youâve stayed here.
the minute you walk in you can do nothing but collapse on the bed, the past few hours have been a whirlwind of emotions and itâs drained you of any energy you possessed. you glance at your phone to check the time, only to be greeted by your lock screen, a photo of you and leah. sheâs hugging you from behind, kissing your cheek as you close your eyes, smiling. you groan at the image as it causes more tears to spring to your eyes, you attempt to block the photo with your hand as you check the time to see that itâs only 5:54 pm. you sigh and contemplate your options.
you could either, stay in the room, look at photos of leah, cry and binge watch pitch perfect. or, you could simply just sleep and pretend that todayâs fight never even happened.
you choose the latter, as the crushing weight of reality is too much to deal with.
âŚ
so maybe sleeping it off wasnât the best idea youâve had.
after about 5 minutes of you forcing your eyes shut, and trying to force your mind to be calm. you realised that you canât sleep without leahâs presence which then causes you to get emotional again at just the thought of her (youâre a little unstable there babes, but itâs okay, we donât blame you!)
you text alex, asking her to come hold you again. you can hear the thumps of her footsteps before she opens the door and slides onto the bed
âiâm sorry about this.â
she smacks you playfully. opens her arms for you. you slot yourself into her arms and sigh. itâs nice, but it isnât leah.
âdonât apologise, y/n. youâre my bestfriend. iâm here for you.â
you murmur a thank you as your eyes grow heavy. the emotional exhaustion mixed with the comfort of youâre best friends touch sends you into a deep sleep.
ââââââ
you wake up to raised voices, the sounds making your newfound headache 10x as painful.
memories of the previous day flood your mind as you sit up in bed, you feel better after having rested, but still, the memory of the fight and what was said crushes on you.
shaking your head to clear yourself of your thoughts, you try to listen in to the voices from outside your door.
âi donât trust that you wonât snap on her again thoughâ
thatâs alex, she has a protective tone to her voice
âi wonât. just, please. let me speak to her.â
youâd recognise that voice anywhere. anxiety fills you as you realise that sheâs hunted you down. of course she has. you ran out on her. sheâs probably come to end things with you officially.
you hear alex sigh.
â.. fine. but if you upset her, youâre out.â
of course she managed to find you. of course you would go to alexâs house. leah knows you better than you know yourself. sheâs your other half, and now youâre about to lose that. itâs crazy that even after all the horrendous things she said to you yesterday, youâre sat here in anxiety about HER leaving YOU. god, the grip this woman has on you is insane.
a knock on the door ceases your inner monologue.
âcome in.â
you cringe at the sound of your voice. the hoarseness of it is not at all pleasant.
the door starts to open and you see her shadow before you see her. your mind goes to overdrive. this is it, the end of the best 4 years of your life. she steps in the room and sheâs holding something behind her back, you close your eyes, not wanting to see the box of your things sheâs most likely collected. youâre not ready for this to be over, not willing to accept your reality. with a sigh, you open your eyes slowly to see that instead of a box, sheâs holding.. flowers?
âfor you.â
she looks shy. you look confused. if the tension from yesterdays argument wasnât there, youâd have both laughed at each others faces. but instead you glance at the flowers in her hand. red and yellow tulips, your favourite.
you take them from her, clutching them tightly, you whisper a thank you.
âleah, what are you doing here-â
she cuts you off, talking quickly.
âi need to talk to you, will you hear me out? please, just listen to me.â
you nod, gesturing for her to continue. you wonât talk, youâll let her say what she needs to say. youâre not in the wrong here, she is.
ây/n, i- .. iâm so sorry. i love you, i love you so so much and i am so sorry. you have every right in the world to be angry with me, i mean shit, iâm angry with myself. i canât believe i let my emotions take control of me, i donât think youâre a burden. youâre everything to me.â
sheâs nervous as she speaks, stammering and playing with her fingers. it reminds you of when she first asked you on a date, over 4 years ago, she was shaking with nerves.
your voice is small when you speak, taking her words into account but also remembering the cause of the argument itself.
âso why did you say those things leah? why donât you think iâm good enough to play?â
she frowns and shakes her head, her eyes are looking at your hands, clutching the flowers sheâd given you tightly.
âi should never have said anything like that. youâre more than capable of playing, i mean hell, youâre incredible. i was just being selfish.â
sheâs determined. sheâs got a mission in her mind, and leahâs too competitive to give up on her mission. sheâs not going to stop trying to earn your forgiveness.
âselfish?â
youâre even more confused. you canât begin to understand.
âyeah, selfish. y/n, you mean the world to me. i love you more than i love anything. when you first broke your ankle during the match against chelsea and i saw you get carried off on that stretcher.. it was awful. seeing you in pain, it scared me so much. i know youâre healed now, but iâm scared, i donât want you to get hurt again. i cant stand seeing you in pain and suffering.â
you sit there and process what sheâs told you. taking in all the information, her fear of your health.
âmy god leah, you need to learn how to be straightforward.â
you laugh at her. you need to teach her how to communicate better. she lets out a laugh. youâre not sure whether itâs because of your joke or if itâs out of pure relief, but the sight of her smile is enough for you to not question it.
âmaybe i do.â
she smiles at you, still standing infront of the bed, looking at you. suddenly aware of how awkwardly sheâs been stood there, you roll your eyes at her as you reach over to grab the hem of her shirt.
âget over here, idiot.â
you donât have to tell her twice, she gets into the bed and melts into your arms. she buries her face on your chest as her arms wrap around your middle. you rest your head on the top of her own, gently stroking her back as you lay together. a contented sigh leaves her.
âi was so nervous. i was worried youâd not want to ever see me again.â
you smile slightly, both glad to know that you werenât alone in your worries and glad that she values you so greatly, that she fears the thought of not having you in her life.
ânot a chance, weâve got too many plans together. i canât really become y/n williamson on my own, can i?â
leah lifts her head from your chest as she moves her hand to cup your cheek. she gazes at you with an enamoured look in her eyes.
âi adore you, y/n.â
she leans in and your lips meet. kissing leah is unreal, her lips fit against your own perfectly, and almost every kiss with her is as special as your first. she pours so much passion into the kiss, as if sheâs trying to portray how much love she has for you through it. you move a hand to her hair as the kiss deepens. youâre both in a world of bliss until a sock smacks the side of both your faces.
âoh no, you are NOT doing this in my house!â
alex stands in the doorway, hands on her hips looking like a very disgusted mother.
âugh, alex! whatâs wrong with you!â
you groan, your face flushed with embarrassment as you bury it in leahâs shoulder. leah laughs at you, her face flushed with both embarrassment of being caught and excitement of being with you.
âcome on y/n, letâs go home, yeah? iâve got some more presents for you back in our flat.â
she gets up and offers her hand towards you, you take it, smiling.
âgladly.â
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Boys in Bed with Books (23)-Joel Miller
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 777
Summary: Joel is always the one in control but when heâs reading and relaxing you take the opportunity to turn the tables...or so you think.Â
Authorâs Note: Iâve missed my Boys in Bed so here we are again...had to do Joel and thank you to my sweet Nat @blackwidownat2814 for giving me the encouragement. Love and appreciate you always! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! đĽ°
Warnings: some (d)omish vibes- maybe a little, (o)ral, lots of yummies, some softness too (18+ONLY PLEASE!!!)
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @joelmjller thank you lovelyđĽ°
Boys in Bed with Books Masterlist
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âReading again?â
Joel looks up from his book, his eyes following you as you move around the room.
âYou seem surprised sweetheart,â he hums.
âIâm happy. You look relaxed,â you reply, turning away to search for clothes in your dresser drawer.
You start to undress, leaving only your shirt on as you grab your towel and get ready for a shower. Before going into the bathroom you stop by the bed and peer at the cover of Joelâs book.
âThe Martian,â you say softly. âAn Ellie recommendation?â
âActually, I picked this one myself.â
He looks proud and your smile widens.
âSheâs going to love that,â you tell him before kissing his cheek. âHow is it so far?â
âReally goodâŚthereâs a lot of Science, Iâm learning.â
âEven better,â you tease.
His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt and brush your bare hip before tightening and pulling you closer. He bends his head to yours and his hand trails teasingly down the soft skin of your inner thigh.
âAre you makinâ fun of me darlinâ?â he murmurs.
You close your eyes and ghost your lips across his.
âIâm going to shower,â you answer, slipping from his grasp with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
You can feel the heat of his stare as you walk into the bathroom and with one last look back you see his hand curled into a fist as his gaze devours you. Â
When you step back into the bedroom, the sight of Joel lying on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his chest over the now closed book, has you feeling a rush of want.
His eyes are closed and his face is peaceful and at first the thought of disturbing him fills you with trepidation, but as you continue to watch him and he shifts with a whisper of your name you gain the confidence to take control and help him relax even more.
On that note, you let your towel fall to the floor and climb onto the bed. You crawl up his body and place soft kisses along his chest.
He groans and his hands quickly find your bare skin, his touch reverent as they smooth along your curves. His eyes open, mixed with sleepiness and desire.
âWhat are you up to darlinâ? he asks, his voice thick with heat. Â
In answer you slide back down his body and finger the button of his jeans until it pops open. He stares through half lidded eyes as you drag his jeans down far enough to release him.
âOh fuck baby,â he moans when your head dips.
Your fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs as they tense and his breathing stutters when you take him into your mouth.
Your movements are deliberately languid and he flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper past your lips.
After a little more teasing, you begin to work him harder, gazing at him from under your lashes and feeling a rush of heat between your legs when you see grab at the sheets with his hands. He curls his fingers into the fabric, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth as he throws his head back against the pillow.
Just as you feel him drawing close, you release him.
âDarlinâ, what are you doinâ?â he growls, lifting his head and pinning you with an almost pained look.
âI need you inside of me,â you whisper.
His frustration disappears instantly.
âThen get the fuck up here and ride me.â
His gruff demand makes you clench around nothingness but you steel yourself and give him a demure lift of your shoulders, slowly dragging his jeans off and savoring the desperation in his words. Â
âPatience,â you purr.
His jaw is clenched tightly and he grinds his teeth, eyes dark.
You make your way back up his body, trailing kisses along the cut of muscle at his hip, before straddling him.
His rough hands reach for you, grabbing your waist and grinding you down over him before his fingers graze your stomach and dip between your legs. Your hand moves to his, wanting to take back control but he brushes it aside.
âStop it or Iâll stop darlinâ,â he warns as he spreads you open.
You gasp his name, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin as you relinquish all power, silently giving in to him.
His eyes fly to yours, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His free hand lifts to curl around your neck and he drags your mouth down to his, whispering against your lips, âdonât forget you belong to me.â
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Period Oneshots: Quaritch, Mansk, Wainfleet
How I think these 3 (big) men would react to you having your period.
Masterlist
I donât know whether Naâvi women get their period but since they would probably be mammals, I assume so. Either way, Iâm going to write this how I imagine it goes for them. Since this fandom decided that they have mating seasons and heat cycles, the period is a 2-3 day period once their mating season is over. Meaning they get it only once a year ( I wish that was me )
Also, choose whether you are human or Naâvi. Doesnât matter, both go for this one.Â
Also, yes I am on my period while writing this. Credit to @jinx14 for the idea. I apologise for any typos, it's almost 2am :)
Quaritch:
Now Miles is a man who, back when he was human, knew everything he needed to know about the womanâs body. Of course, his memories are still with him now, but his old normal life seems more distant to him now that he is focusing on one mission only.Â
Either you are on his squad team and are a part of project Phoenix or you work in the lab as a scientist or doctor/nurse.Â
Miles knows you as a colleague and has grown unintentionally closer to you in the last month. He found you interesting and liked that you were helpful with missions, polite and knew your place, and loyal to him. Those aspects were very important to him as a person.Â
One day he sees you working on something, whether it be working out or filling out lab reports. He notices you look worn out and agitated, which is unlike your usual upbeat mood.Â
He comes over to question you and make sure youâre okay. He wonât mind bringing you something if you need it, as long as you ask politely. Asking polietely is one of the least important things on your list if you are fighting cramps, headaches or other pains. It doesnât help that you may not have slept well.Â
Youâre too tired to dance around the subject. You know you look tired as shit and you know he can see that, so you just cut down to the chase.Â
âIâm on my period, Miles.â you groan out frustrated, stopping your workout or dropping your pen on your lab report.Â
He freezes and shuts up. It doesnât get him embarrassed or anything like that, the answer just takes him by surprise. He was expecting you to say that someone was getting on your nerves or that you had too much to do.Â
He had almost forgotten that that happens to women. Then again, your answer had refreshed a few old memories and he understood what you were going through, from the biological view. He knew how it worked and why it happened and for how long etc.Â
He didnât want to make you feel worse so he silently left the room and returned with a hot drink in his hand for you. He will let it slide once. Then, you will have to ask politely again.Â
âDo you want company?â he asks, not wanting to get on your nerves.Â
You are unable to answer and you nod your head, groaning again before taking the cup into both hands and just holding it for a while.Â
He doesnât start small talk, you both just sit in peaceful silence. He might scan over a few of your reports without understanding them or might take a look at the equipment you were using to workout.Â
Miles enjoys your company just as much as you do. And he was ready to help you if you needed anything. He was also happy to be spending time with you.Â
He knew you were quiet when it came to personal things so he felt a sense of pride in his chest when you felt comfortable enough to just tell him whatâs going on.Â
Mansk: (sorry for the low quality gif)
You would both be outside on a mission. The whole team was out but you were divided into groups to cover more ground. He was focused on his surroundings, eyeing every tree and listening to every noise.Â
You were both advancing through the forest pretty quickly and after a while, you started to feel bad.Â
Mansk was walking ahead of you when he heard a groan behind him. With quick movements, he swung around and aimed his gun right at you. He relaxed his body and let his ears perk back up when he saw that you were not being attacked.Â
âWhat are you doinâ?â he asks, lowering his weapon and slowly walking back to your hunched-over figure. You were leaned against a tree, one hand clutching your stomach and wrapping around your waist tightly.Â
Mansk noticed your odd position and started to think about what was happening. He stood next to you, eyes scanning over your body before he looked around again to ensure both of your safety.Â
âYou good?â he asked, leaning down to try and read my facial expression.Â
âJust- give me a moment.â I say, biting my lip. This cramp was almost unbearable and it hit me without a warning.Â
He nodded, standing up-right again but in reality, this man had no idea what was going on. His first thoughts were food poisioning or maybe you got sick from the helicopter ride here.
I stood up again, the feeling gone.Â
âAll good, letâs go.â I say, my normal self back again. Mansk was confused as shit. He stood still, watching you start to walk again. His mind was like a television without signal. After a few moments, you gasped and bent over, clutching your abdomen again.Â
While he was still oblivious to your period symptoms, he was more worried and jogged over to you, resting a hand on your back.Â
âDo you need-â he started to ask but my moody self interrupted him.Â
âShhhh⌠I need quiet.â I mumble. He ran out of ideas. He was about to settle on the hypothesis that you had just lost your mind until you mumbled something that made his ears perk up.Â
âIâm on my period, itâll be fine in a sec.âÂ
Right. Periods. He forgot about those.Â
His eyes glanced at your shorts and he was relieved to not see any blood. Mansk had no idea what to do, how to help you or just how to deal with the situation himself.Â
âYou want water?â he genuinely asked, offering me his bottle. I look up at him, showing clear signs of discomfort and he doubts his question, leaning his ears back. He felt a little stupid for not knowing what to do. Usually in missions, he was the one to have the best ideas on how to do whatever. Now, he felt useless.
âYes, why not.â I say, grabbing it from him. My answer surprised him.Â
âThank you.â I mumbled, wiping a few drops with the back of my hand from my mouth. He nodded, smiling to himself that he had managed to do something in your favour.
âWe can keep going again.â you softly say, straightening your posture and turning around again.Â
Mansk isnât a very talkative person, therefor you both walk in silence most of the way again. But neither of you mind. You are distracted by your discomfort anyway.Â
From now on, he will always offer you water.
Water obviously doesnât help against pain, you were just thirsty from walking, but Mansk doesnât know that. You werenât going to tell him either. Looking at him, you saw how he was holding the bottle ready in one hand, so he could give it to you again. It was sweet that he wanted to help, even if he didnât know how.Â
He makes sure to stay close by your side, incase you need to stop again. Mansk is slightly more cautious now because he knows your attention is elsewhere. That is also why he suddenly feels very protective of you.Â
When you return to the others he doesnât spill that you are shedding blood as you speak. If you weren't there and it would be his buddies, he would though. Just to brag about how well he thinks he handled the situation.Â
Upon arriving, he pretends as if nothing happened and that it was a normal situation, trying to forget the little panic moment he felt before.Â
Mansk also pushes anyone sitting next to you away, so that he can be by your side.Â
Lyle Wainfleet:Â
You and Lyle work out regularly together. It started off when you would just run into eachother at the gym room. He started conversation with you and it formed a friendship. Now you meet up and both do your workout together. You help spot him while he helps to ensure that you keep a stable form and stuff.Â
Anyway, right now you and him are competing against each other, trying to see who can hold a plak the longest.Â
Youâre going 2 minutes strong and you were ready to hold it longer. Lyle was keeping his posture obtained too.Â
Suddenly you started to feel a light pressure in your lower abdomen. Within seconds, it became more intense and then it struck you like an arrow from hell, causing you to fall flat on the ground. Immediately, you turned to your side, scrunching up and hugging your waist as you experienced discomfort.Â
Next to you, Lyle cheered.Â
âHa, told you so. You almost had 3 minutes. I can go for another 3, just watch and-â he started bragging until his gaze landed on you all curled up into a ball.Â
âOkay, donât you dare trick me into thinking youâre hurt just so I canât break my record.â he chuckled, focusing on his plank again. After you hadnât moved in a few seconds he glanced back at you.Â
He was starting to get worried.Â
âY/N quit playinâ.â he said but already, you were able to pick up a hint of worry in his voice.
âY/N.â he repeated, hoping you would turn around smiling. But you stayed still. Something felt off to him so he decided to stop. He got out of his plank position and knelt beside you. Lyle looked down and noticed your facial expression. You were in fact not messing with him. He felt slightly relieved by that but then again worried for you.Â
âYou okay?â he asks, slightly shaking your arm. You nod but stay in your position. Lyle is confused now. What are you doing?
Did you get a cramp from the workout? Even the word âcrampâ didnât ring a bell in this soldier's head.Â
âI think I just got my period.â you whined. You were dreading it but it had to come eventually.Â
Lyleâs eyes went wide. âOhâŚâ he said, almost sounding like it was a whisper. âRightâŚâÂ
âJust give me a moment, Iâll be fine in a fewâŚâ you mumbled, keeping your eyes squeezed shut.Â
âYeah, sure. Of course. Take as-as long as you needâŚâ he started rambling. âWe are in no hurry, just- yeah take your time. You know, relax.âÂ
âLyle.â I warn him.Â
âYep, Iâll be quiet. Iâll just sit here and wait with you until you feel better. Which you will, right? Like, this thing wonât-â
âLyle!â I snap at him. I was short-tempered at the moment and I couldnât deal with his long string of words.Â
He sat in silence, watching me to make sure I wouldnât pass out or die. While he did still find himself fascinated with how the female body worked, it scared him to a certain extent. If he would see blood on your leggings, he would definitely freak out.
Once the cramp fades away, you sit up, taking a few deep breaths. Lyle continues to watch you patiently and you smile and apologise for snapping. He isnât upset. Lyle is an overly friendly angel and just wanted you to feel better. If you had asked him to, that man would have sat next to you for a few hours. Even if you fell asleep, he would not leave your side.
Since you were in a vulnerable state, he was happy he was the one looking out for you. And look out for you he will. He will get you absolutely anything and will make sure you are comfortable. If someone would need to talk to you he would handle it, sending them away. If you would get cold, he would cover you in his jacket or hoodie, etc. Wainfleet was just a big friendly giant to those he cared about.
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pairing : karina x fem!reader
summary : karina yu hates your guts, but she's starting to realize she doesn't. | read part 1 here!
word count : 5k đ
warnings : mentions of death, mentions of gambling addictions, swearing, red flag step mom green flag dad, karina is just not good w her words, shitty non proof-read writing (im v rusty im so sorry)
your tears cascaded down your cheeks as you watched your father kneel beside your bedridden mother, gripping onto her hand as he sobbed uncontrollably. you both knew this day would eventually come; the doctors constantly reminded you of her poor prognosis but neither of you were ready to accept it.
your eyes shift from your father to your mother. you could tell she left peacefully seeing that her she had a faint smile on her face, one that you always loved to see growing up. as you admired her features, your chest begins to ache as her last words to you repeatedly echo in your head;
âyou are the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, y/n. thank you for being my sunshine even on my darkest days. never forget that iâm always with you in here,â she says as she holds her hand to your chest and feels your heartbeat, causing a smile grows on her face.
âand i love you so much, my y/n. i always will even if weâre galaxies and dimensions apartâ
it was too much to take in at the young age of 12. your mind was blank, not a single thought occupying your brain. you couldnât process the fact that youâve lost one of the most important people in your life on a random tuesday evening. itâs clear your father couldnât handle it either, seeing how he hasnât been able to stop his own tears since the time of death was announced. you move towards him and hug him from behind and you too start to sob with him.
naturally, it would take some time to truly accept the fact that your mother was gone. the pain still lingered for both you and your father but things were slowly shaping up. you found joy in the things you loved once again and you were able to surround yourself with people who cared about you. it wasnât until your dad had announced that he would be getting married to a literal reincarnation of the devil that all the progress you were making had gone down the drain. how could he remarry so quickly, and to someone who wasnât anything like your mother?
her name was lorraine. she used to work with your dad and kept seeing him after your motherâs passing. she seemed really sweet and caring at first but she was quick to show her true colours once she got with your dad. unbeknownst to the both of you, lorraine had a terrible gambling addiction. the anger on your dadâs face when he found out she used all the money your mom put away for your college tuition wasnât even close to the anger you felt bubbling in your chest. to make matters worse, lorraine didnât seem bothered by it at all nor did she give any indication that she would try and help earn it back, and you swore that you wouldnât bother trying to include her in your life.
you didnât have a large circle of friends so avoiding people was easy for you. if anything, you enjoyed roaming around campus on your own, trying to find undiscovered places to study and get work done. the only person you havenât avoided was ryujin, a friend you met who lives a few dorms down from you, but that was only because she forces her way into your life and you just always seem to give in to her.
the two of you found a nice shaded area in the quad to try and study for your upcoming midterms. it was silent for the most part with the breeze and some birds chirping being the only thing you could hear, but that silence was broken when ryujin suddenly asks you a question.
âhow come you donât hang around karina anymore?â
the mention of her name is enough to make you stop writing notes. you take a brief look at her before smacking her on the arm, causing her to yelp.
âdamn girl, i was just asking! no need to get violent,â ryujin rubs the now slightly reddened area in attempts to soothe the pain.
âbut i brought her up because i think sheâs worried about you. like, i swear iâve seen her steal glances at you whenever you and i study at the library or whenever we pass by herâ
âaw how sweet,â you say sarcastically, not even batting an eye towards your friend as you continue to focus on your notes.
âi swear i caught you looking back at her too at one pointâ
âokay, now youâre just being delusionalâ
âam i though?â the question is left unanswered and you force her to focus on studying. ryujin smirks at her small victory.
if you were in fact looking at the girl in question, it probably wasnât even on purpose. besides, why would you even bother staring at someone who doesnât care about you?
to say you were tired was an understatement; you were absolutely drained. studying for midterms and completing a handful of assignments meant that you were losing more and more sleep each night, and it was definitely catching up to you.
âyou look like you died and were forced to come back to life,â ryujin jokes as she hands you a large black coffee and a red bull. was it healthy? definitely not, but you needed to stay awake during your classes.
âgood morning to you too, jinnie. thanks for the energyâ
âi know, iâm everyoneâs ball of sunshine!â she yells, a bit too close to your eardrums for your liking.
âi meant the drinks, idiotâ
âitâs okay, i know what you really meanâ ryujin playfully nudges your side and you canât help but playfully roll your eyes at her. you slide the red bull into your bag and take a sip of the coffee before dropping ryujin off to her class and making your way to yours. thankfully, your classes are in the same building so you donât need to travel too far.
you quietly enter the lecture hall, your mind too occupied with what you were going to study next once you finished classes today. you plop yourself down in your usual seat, not paying much attention to the few students already there. it wasnât until a granola bar was placed on top of the notes you were trying to read that you finally paid attention to something other than microbiology notes.
when you look up, your eyes are met with a girl sporting a jean jacket with a black tank top underneath matched with grey sweats and topped with a plain black yankees baseball cap. she looked like those girls on pinterest who had such simple but eye-catching outfits. when she looks up, you realize itâs the person youâve been trying to avoid for days now. she doesnât utter a word and makes her way down to her usual spot three rows in front of you. you stare at the granola bar for a moment as you mentally debate whether you should eat it or not. the professorâs voice catches you off guard and you quickly shove the granola bar into the front pocket of your bag, deciding to eat it sometime later when she wasnât around.
this class is one of your favourites as you personally love learning about anything ancient greece, but today you find it difficult to pay attention in class. your eyelids are significantly heavier than usual and you feel your head start to bob up and down. you figure it shouldnât hurt to close your eyes for a moment so you lay your head down behind your laptop to try and get some shut eye, but it doesnât last long because you feel the neighbouring student nudge your elbow to which you jerk your head up and find the professor giving you a stern look.
âi asked you a question, y/nâ
âiâm sorry, could you please repeat it?â
the professor sighs but continues on anyway, âwhich two generals were fighting in the second punic war?â
you knew the answer, you felt it on the tip of your tongue. but all you could do was let out a few âuhsâ and âuhmsâ before a familiar voice speaks in your place.
âit was between scipio africanus and hannibalâ
âwell done, karina. iâd also like to remind everyone that sleeping in my class is not allowed. either show up to my class or donât come at all, but i donât want you to come in here and treat it like your bedroom,â the professor doesnât break eye contact with you as he spoke to the class. you shrink back in your seat and keep your eyes glued to your laptop, failing to catch karina looking back at you with worry plastered all over her face.
luckily you were able to keep yourself awake for the remainder of the lecture after chugging down the coffee ryujin got you. once 3 hours have gone by and everyone is packing up to leave, the professor asks to have a word with you so you sit and wait for everyone to leave the lecture hall before making your way down towards the front of the class. your professor has already packed up and sits on the desk, swinging his legs back and forth like a child in a high chair.
âis everything alright, y/n?â he asks gently.
âyeah, iâm- iâm just exhausted. itâs midterm season and all the profs are dropping assignments left and right, and i thought i planned everything out properly but iâm a bit behind so iâve been staying up late to finish things,â you ramble, pausing to catch your breath. âbut this doesnât excuse me falling asleep in your class, iâm sorry. it wonât happen againâ
âitâs alright, i was just worried. iâm sorry for announcing it to the class, i didnât realize what i said until afterwards which is why i wanted to speak with you briefly to apologize,â you give a small smile and tell him not to worry about it. he dismisses you and reminds you take breaks when you can. it felt nice to have a professor care for their students, which was another reason why you enjoyed this class so much.
you feel a bit better after speaking with your professor; your steps felt lighter and you suddenly felt energized to get some studying done so you plan to head for the library. but unfortunately, the campus goddess had also wanted to have a word with you after class seeing that she waited for you outside. you attempt to walk in the opposite direction but karina is quick to follow you with a skip in her step.
âhey, i practically saved your ass in there,â she boasts, now trying to walk backwards since you wouldnât stop walking. ânow weâre even after what you did last timeâ you felt your eyes roll at her comment and you pick up your pace to move past her and get to the library. youâre stopped yet again when you feel her slender fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, pulling you back to face her.
âcan you stop ignoring me for once? i just want to talk to youâ
âlet go, youâre hurting meâ karina looks down and her eyes widen at how strong her grip was on you, and sheâs quick to drop your wrist.
âsorry. where are you off to in such a hurry anyway?â
âcut the bullshit karina, what do you want to say?â the purple haired girl purses her lips and inhales deeply through her nose before continuing.
âwhy do you have so much hatred towards me?â you look at her completely baffled, then laugh in disbelief.
âare you serious? youâre asking me why i hate you, when youâre the one who did it first? donât you remember what you said to me when i was asked to help you with your catch up assignments? you said you were going to get your grade up, with or without my help, and then youâd be through with me. and letâs not forget all the times you shut me down when all i wanted was to be your friend and be close to you, yet you want to stand here in front of me want and ask why i hate you? damn i didnât take you for an idiot, karina,â the last sentence struck a chord in the girl.
âexcuse me?â it was karinaâs turn to act baffled. âi was just stressed and having a really difficult time, but clearly you wouldnât understand that because of how cold and ignorant you are,â she responds, voice slightly raised. if you think people werenât staring at you before, they definitely were now.
âoh yes, because you, of all people, definitely understand how iâm feeling just because you overheard that one phone call, right? like be fucking for realâ karinaâs words begin to sink in and only then does she realize the weight of her words; this isnât how she wanted this conversation to go at all. you walk closely towards her and you watch karina uncross her arms and keeps them at her sides once your faces are merely inches apart from each other.
âdonât make comments about my personal life because i donât make comments about yours. (shoutout ate bobbie, iykyk) i never wanted to hate you karina, iâm just here returning the fucking favour,â you push past the girl and leave her in a now crowded corridor with people whispering around you trying to understand what just happened. the campus goddess clenches her fists and tries to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes. she was reminded of when you yelled at her the last time, saying the same thing: that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with karina.
after your little spat with karina, your week has been anything but good. you lost all your motivation to study, you started to skip a few of your classes and opted to stay at your dorm because you couldnât deal with any human interaction right now. you replay the fight over and over in your head, and you honestly find it hard to believe that one person can have such a drastic effect on your mood.
you stay in bed after hearing your alarm go off, staring at the ceiling. itâs been your dream to come to this school but you clearly werenât enjoying the experience to the fullest. youâre miles away from your dad, you have a demon of a step mother, and the prettiest most popular girl on campus hated you and you still donât even have any clue as to why. your first year at smu wasnât anything like college life in the movies and a part of you was starting to regret coming here.
letting out a deep sigh, you turn to your side and find the framed picture of your mom sitting on your nightstand. you reach to grab it and gloss over her features, her smile standing out to you the most as many would say that you have her smile. tears start to trickle in and you pull the frame close to your chest, hoping that you could somehow feel the warmth of her hugs once more.
âi miss you so much, mom. i wish you were here to tell me things will be okay.â
you stay like that for a few minutes, your tears now drying on your face. you feel the weight of your eyelids become heavier and you could feel yourself drifting into sleep yet again, but your phone begins to violently vibrate. thinking you mustâve set another alarm by mistake, you reach to grab the device and find itâs not an alarm but a phone call. as you usually do with lorraine, you answer the phone but say nothing until she speaks first.
âiâve been trying to call you for ages now! why arenât you picking up your phone? i swear to god y/n, you will be the reason for your fatherâs death with all the stress youâve been causing him!â
âhow do you know youâre not the one causing him to stress?â
âplease sweetie, you wouldnât know how much i do for him since you rarely ever check in with usâ
âoh i check in with him all the time, itâs just you i donât check in with. youâre no one to meâ
âyouâre such an ungrateful little prick, you know that? youâre just like your mother, youâre both just so unreliable and you leave your poor father all alone here and-â
âgod, just shut the fuck up!â you spring up in bed, clutching the picture frame tightly out of anger.
âmy parents wanted me to come here! they knew it was always my dream to come to smu, but after your dumbass self spent all the money we had on your stupid gambling addiction, he had to work a shit ton of jobs just so he could pay for me to go to school! and what did you do? what did you do besides stay at home, unemployed, gossiping with your friends over the phone on the couch every fucking day?â your vision becomes more blurry by the second due to the new rush of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
your relationship with your dad became a teeny bit rocky after announcing his marriage with lorraine, but it wasnât completely terrible. you didnât have the heart to hate your dad for meeting someone new. if anything, you understood that you had to rely on each other more than ever because heâs all you have left and you didnât want some random lady to get in the way of that.
one day, your dad walks into your room and sits beside you on your bed where he hands you a plane ticket and what looked like an admissionâs folder with smuâs crest on the front.
âiâve saved up enough for your first two years, and iâll continue working hard so you can finish altogether. i know itâs always been your dream to study at smu and i donât want you to lose this opportunity because of financial setbacksâ
âbut i donât want leave you here dad, iâm fine attending somewhere nearby. i just donât want you to be alone with her,â you protest as you wrap your arms tightly around him. he leaves a soft kiss on your temple reassuring you that heâll be fine, and made you promise to call him everyday.
âyouâre going to make mom and i proud like you always do, y/n. donât worry about me, just live your dreams for the both of usâ
you aggressively wipe your eyes before continuing to yell into the phone mic.
âif you think youâre my dadâs knight in shining armour who saved him, then youâre so delusional. don't speak about me or my mother again, and for fuck's sake, stop calling me! i donât need you to check in on me and i donât need you in my life!â you hang up without letting her utter a word in, making sure to block her number right after. you fall back onto your bed with tears falling one after the other, these ones being out of anger and not sadness.
your phone begins to ring again and you nearly throw it across the room, but seeing that it was your dad calling, you immediately pick it up.
âhi my lo- wait, are you crying? why are you crying, what happened?â
ânothing dad, lorraine just called. again.â you hear your father sigh and watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
âiâm so sorry sweetie, i tried making it clear to her that you didnât want her contacting you, but sheâs still stubborn as per usualâ
âwhy are you still with her?â
âto be honest, i donât know. if i knew she was going to act like this, especially with you, i wouldnât have gotten married in the first place. iâm seriously considering filing a divorce,â his response slightly shocks you.
âwell, donât divorce her because of me. if you like her, then you like her and i donât want to get in the way of thatâ
âhoney, you know you come first before anything and anyone. both you and your mom,â you begin to feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest at the mention of her. itâs silent for a moment before you ask a question youâve been wanting to ask for sometime now.
âdo you miss mom?â
âoh y/n, i miss her every single day. i still canât find it in my heart to believe sheâs really goneâ
âyou were so in love with her, werenât you?â
âwere? i am still very much in love with her. there is no one else in this world that could possibly make me feel the way your mother did. although thereâs a possibility of meeting new people, no one else will come close to herâ you smile at the words being spilled by your dad. it was so endearing to hear him speak about his love for your mom and it eases your mind knowing that he hadnât easily replaced her with someone like lorraine.
âthereâs the pretty smile i love so much,â you giggle at your dad's sudden comment, your eyes meeting his own along with his signature big and toothy grin.
âi love you dadâ
âi love you too, sweetie. itâs you and mom in my heart forever, okay?â you nod your head and flash him another smile.
âiâm coming home once the semester ends so text me what you want me to bring homeâ
âthatâs my girl! and donât stress too much. iâm okay, youâre okay, and everything is going to be okay. i got you always,â he blows you a kiss and waves goodbye before hanging up, the anger from earlier dissipating almost immediately.
you donât realize youâre still holding onto the picture of your mom even after both phone calls. you look at it one more time and replicate the smile that your mother had before giving the picture a soft kiss and placing it back in its spot on the nightstand. with a sudden surge of energy and motivation thanks to your dad, you decide to be productive today and start by cleaning yourself and your room, which was a complete disaster due to midterm season.
once youâve finished your little reset moment, you hear a knock on the door. you werenât expecting anyone so youâre taken aback slightly at the sudden visitor. twisting the doorknob with much hesitation, you open the door and find no one there to your surprise. you peek your head out and look in both directions to see who it was, but you only caught glimpse of what looked like a jean jacket turning the corner. at first, you think you were just being pranked but once you look towards the ground, you find a shin ramen cup and some spam with a sticky note reading âdonât skip your meals. you canât live on coffee and red bull forever - rnâ you bring the items in and begin to prepare the food while thinking of who rn could possibly be.
the following days were spent entirely in the library trying to catch up on school work. thankfully, you were able to get your assignments out of the way and you had time to focus on just studying now. you make your way to your usual spot in the library, large coffee in hand and headphones on your head, but you notice someone is already sitting there. you recognize the purple hair that was tied in a messy bun under a familiar black baseball cap. it had been awhile since you fought with the girl, so you were hesitant to approach her and tried to look for other seats in the library. to your demise, other tables and areas were fully occupied except for the seat across from her, so you walked towards the empty spot anyway.
karina has her headphones on as well so she doesnât hear you approach her. sheâs startled once she noticed someone take the seat in front of her, but sheâs even more surprised at who takes the seat.
you donât say anything and even avoid any eye contact with her, but you can feel her piercing gaze as she watches you like a hawk while you unpack your things. as soon as you get settled, karina takes her headphones off and taps you lightly on the hand, motioning for you to take your headphones off too indicating that she wanted to talk. you pause your song and take them off like she requested and karina takes a deep breath before speaking, as she usually does with you.
âi understand if you still do not wish to speak to me after this, but please hear me out this one timeâ sheâs barely whispering and you need to lean in a bit closer to fully hear her. but you stay silent and she takes it as her cue to continue.
âgrowing up, my mom always pushed me to study and work hard. i rarely left my house, and if i did, it was just with family. when i came here to smu, i finally had the freedom to do whatever i want whenever i want, but unfortunately, that mindset of constantly needing to do well and staying independent still stays with me. iâve lost a lot of friends because of it; i lost you because of it,â she shyly admits. âbut that should not be an excuse for how iâve been treating you since you got here, and iâm really sorry. you just wanted to be close with me and you wanted to help me but i pushed you away without any warning, which isnât fair to you at allâ
you nod your head when she spoke to show that you were really listening and trying to understand what she was saying. it takes some time to figure out what to say to karina, but she patiently waits for you to formulate your response which surprises her at first.
âyou remind me of my mother. she was hardworking, independent, and very beautiful too,â karinaâs cheeks feel warm at the sudden compliment and you try to hide your smirk when you see the tips of her ears go red.
âbut just like you, she also pushed away those who cared about her the most. even when she was confined to a hospital bed, suffering and hurting, she always told my dad and i that she was fine with the biggest smile on her face. i knew she wasnât, but she didnât want us to worry. she didnât want us to think about when her time finally comesâ the girl stays silent just like you did, letting the words fully sink in as she waits for you to continue.
âbut if thereâs anything thing my mom taught me, itâs to not give up on people so easily which is why i kept trying to be friends with you. looking at it now, maybe i came off way too strong at first with all the gifts, and itâs my fault for not realizing that. but like you said, it doesnât excuse your behaviour towards meâ karina purses her lips and brings her head down, ashamed to face you because of her past actions. but she quickly shoots her head up and asks if there's anything she could do to make it up to you.
âlet me take you on a dateâ karinaâs eyes widen and her cheeks are fully flushed, you canât help but smirk at the girl.
âa date? like, a romantic date? or-â
âit doesnât need to be romantic. just two people, getting to know each other and seeing where it takes themâ karina regains composure and tries to act like she didnât just freak out a second ago.
âdo you have a crush on me, y/n?â she says with fake confidence.
âyou intrigue me," you admit bluntly. "i want to know more about the campus goddess and iâd be lying if i said i didnât think of you from time to timeâ
âwell, i could say the same thing. i wouldnât have gone out of my way to feed you if i didnât have any interest in you,â you raise your eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what she meant. you donât recall talking to karina prior to this conversation so it was practically impossible for her to have fed you. itâs karinaâs turn to smirk as she finds your confusion slightly amusing, but it immediately clears up once she messily attempts to write rn upside down in your notebook. you simply smile at the memory of finding food in front of your door.
the rest of your time in the library is spent studying because you learned you both had been slacking off due to the emotional distress of being angry at each other. you agreed to study for a few hours before grabbing a bite to eat together, and as you watch a focused purple-haired campus goddess scrunch her nose while trying to write her study notes, you realize that college was going to be one hell of an experience after all.
a/n: i am so sorry this took so long to put out.... but i hope u enjoyed it nonetheless :') i love u all sm
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