#and she would only need to calmly say one word or flick her fingers a certain way to tell him what to do | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

just-aake · 4 months ago

Text

Everlasting Devotion - Part VII

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Sequel of Boundless Devotion Series. MedievalAU. With her coronation over, Natasha is now the queen of the Romanov Kingdom. However, the position comes with challenges from both old and new enemies as Natasha tries to maintain the peace while also navigating her relationship with you.

Warnings: light angst, comfort, fluff

Words: 5094

The atmosphere in the room feels tense, as if it’s holding its breath.

Your gaze sweeps across the council chamber, absorbing the emotions radiating from each member.

Whispers ripple through the space like a low hum of unrest, uncertainty, and, in some cases, curiosity. Some look aghast, while others lean forward, intrigued by the boldness of your proposal.

But nothing is as intense as the piercing stare you don’t need to see to feel coming from Natasha.

You resist the urge to turn toward her, focusing on the room, keeping your expression steady as the whispers grow louder.

You expected resistance, and it came swiftly.

The loud slam of Kate’s hand against the table snaps the tension like a taut string.

"Are you crazy?!" Kate’s voice breaks into the quiet.

The sound echoes through the chamber, drawing everyone’s attention.

Realizing that her outburst has earned her the gaze of every council member, she stammers, quickly realizing her mistake.

“I-I mean, this is crazy, right?” Kate continues, her voice softening to a normal volume, but the urgency remains. “We’re not seriously considering putting her through that.”

Her eyes dart around the room, seeking confirmation from the others.

Some of them shift around uncomfortably in their seats, considering her words, but it doesn’t seem like someone will speak until, finally, another voice rises from the other side of the table.

“Lady Kate is not wrong,” Councillor Ross remarks.

You catch how his eyes assess you, calculating as always, but you still feel a twinge of surprise that he is essentially coming to your defense.

His clasped hands rest calmly on the table, but you can see the gears turning behind his gaze, considering your offer.

“Lady Y/n, do you truly understand what you’re suggesting?” he asks.

The question lingers in the air, not accusing but curious.

The way he says it, it is almost like he’s intrigued by your audacity, as though he’s wondering whether you're willing to go through something so extreme just to prove your loyalty.

That shows how much he underestimates you.

“I wouldn’t have offered the idea if I didn’t mean it,” you respond evenly.

Ross’s eyes narrow slightly in observation of your resolve, but after a pause, he gives a slow, acknowledging nod.

“Then the only thing left,” he continues, his gaze flicking sideways, “would be permission for the serum’s use.”

And just like that, the attention shifts. All eyes turn to Natasha.

You feel it like a pull, that moment when you can’t avoid it anymore. Your chest tightens as you finally meet her gaze fully.

Natasha sits still as stone. The subtle, icy tension in her shoulders and jaw betrays the storm swirling beneath her otherwise calm exterior. Her hands, which rest tensely on the table before her, tighten into faint fists.

Her face remains impassive, but you easily notice the faint frown and the slight narrowing of her sharp green eyes, which shows her displeasure.

In any other situation, you’d be the first to reach for and comfort her.

But right now, you’re the one who put her in this position.

To be the one who makes the decision.

“Her majesty’s permission?” Ross repeats as if to twist the knife.

Natasha’s eyes flick to Ross briefly in irritation before locking back on you. Her gaze burns, filled with emotions—frustration, worry, reluctance.

She hates this.

You can see it in the way her fingers flex, in the tension radiating off her, as though she’s seconds away from pulling you out of this room to prevent you from going through with such a drastic plan.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, after a long, drawn-out pause, she speaks, her voice steady and controlled but laced with a subtle edge.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Her words are meant for you alone.

Her gaze searches yours, not as a queen addressing a member of the court, but as Natasha—your Natasha, the woman who cares for you more than anyone in this room.

She’s giving you an out—a way to step back from this without judgment, without consequences.

You take a breath, meeting her gaze head-on.

You could tell her that you don’t have to do this, that you could find another way to prove your loyalty.

But that would be a lie.

The truth is, you’re tired of the whispers, the sideways glances. You’re tired of the scrutiny and suspicion that follows your every move.

This is the only way to clear your name once and for all, and you both know it.

“Yes,” you reply, voice firm.

A flash of regret and resignation crosses Natasha’s face, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

She straightens, her posture regal, and when she speaks again, it’s as Queen Natasha.

“Then let’s proceed with the serum.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

A brief recess was called, giving Steve time to retrieve the serum from its secure location within the castle.

Despite the break, the tension in the room remained palpable, and you could feel the eyes of every council member on you as you waited in a corner.

When Steve returns, the weight of what will occur settles in. He pours the serum into a small cup, handing it to you with a somber expression.

The serum is bitter as you swallow it, the acrid taste lingering in your throat, making you grimace.

Steve hands you a handkerchief, offering a sympathetic nod.

“Let’s get you something to wash that down,” he says, stepping away.

You wipe your mouth with the cloth, turning slightly to hide your following words from the rest of the room.

“I don’t think it’s a good look, with you hovering this closely,” you whisper toward Natasha, who stands a short distance from you.

Even without glancing at her, you could feel her protective energy radiating across the space, her sharp gaze sweeping over anyone who dared to look your way.

Her arms are crossed, her stance rigid, a defiant shield between you and the scrutiny of the others.

“If they have a problem with where I stand, they can take it up with me,” she replies sharply.

Before you can respond, a soft voice cuts through the tension.

“Um, I kind of have a problem with where I am.” Kate, positioned in the awkward buffer zone between you and Natasha, looks sheepish as she glances between the two of you. “It feels like I’m intruding on…whatever moment this is.”

“We’re not supposed to have ‘moments,’ Kate,” you remind her, keeping your voice low.

“Right,” Kate nods in understanding. “Yelena told me about that. But if that’s the case, Natasha, maybe you should stop staring at Y/n during the meeting. I don’t think your eyes left her once.”

You stifle a small laugh, pressing the handkerchief to your mouth, as Natasha groans lightly, clearly caught off guard by the comment.

Before Natasha can respond, Steve returns with Maria, who hands you a cup of water to help wash away the bitter aftertaste.

You give her a brief nod of thanks, and Maria places a gentle hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

Natasha's reaction is subtle, but you catch the tightening of her jaw and the slight frown that tugged at her lips as she watched the exchange.

Her eyes linger on Maria’s hand, but she says nothing, forcing herself to look away as she straightens.

Once you finish drinking, Kate pokes your arm, her curiosity piqued.

“So, how do we know if it’s working?”

Steve glances at you, assessing.

“It should take effect soon,” he explains before asking. “How do you feel?”

Without thinking, you respond honestly.

“Nervous,” you admit. “I’m not sure if this is the right move or if this is going to end well.”

Natasha’s gaze flicks to you with a look of slight astonishment, her usually composed expression softening for a brief second.

You glance around, noticing the others with similar reactions.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your brow furrowing in confusion.

“Nothing,” Natasha says, shaking her head slightly. “It’s just...you usually brush off questions like that with responses like ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I can handle it.’”

Your response is immediate, unguarded, and unfiltered.

“That’s because you always get worried and overprotective about me over every little thing. I don’t always need you to step in, Natasha.”

The words spill out before you realize what you had said, your eyes widening as your hand flies to your mouth.

The serum had stripped away the usual barriers between your thoughts and your speech, allowing your inner feelings to come out with no reservations.

An awkward silence follows, heavy and charged with unspoken emotions.

Natasha blinks, clearly taken aback, her usual stoic demeanor momentarily cracking as she tries to process your words.

Kate, sensing the tension, speaks up with a light tone.

“I guess the serum’s working.”

“Yeah,” Natasha mutters, her frown deepening as she glances away, clearly affected by what you’ve said.

You feel a pang of guilt, seeing the expression you’d caused.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I wanted to—”

“Let’s just finish this,” Natasha cut in, her voice tight as she moved toward the center table.

With a sigh, you follow her lead, returning to your seat.

The rest of the council members settled in as well, and once everyone was seated, Lord Sitwell wasted no time resuming his earlier line of questioning.

“How can we be sure the serum is working correctly?” he asks, skepticism dripping from his words.

You tilt your head slightly, and a sharp retort slips out before you can stop yourself.

“You’re welcome to try it yourself, Lord Sitwell. Although, we all know you prefer hiding behind words rather than action.”

Your hand flies to your mouth again, but the damage is already done.

Sitwell's face flushes with embarrassment and anger as snickers and amused murmurs spread through the room.

“You insolent—” he begins, rising from his chair.

But before he could continue, Ross’s voice cut through the tension.

“Lord Sitwell, enough." His tone is cold and final. "You’ve had your chance. This interrogation has gone on long enough without results. Sit down.”

Sitwell glares at you, but he complies, settling back into his seat with a huff.

Ross turns his attention to you, his scrutinizing stare unnerving, and for a moment, you wonder if facing Sitwell was the lesser of two evils.

“To reiterate, we’re here to determine the threat your family poses to the kingdom.” His gaze remains fixed on you as he continues. “Evidence suggests your father had a hand in the recent attack. But do you know what his true intentions were?”

You feel the weight of the council’s scrutiny again. They are waiting for the truth, whatever it might be.

Taking a deep breath, you answer.

“He wanted war. To destroy the Romanovs and Starks in retaliation for their alliance toward peace.”

Ross leans forward, placing his clasped hands on the table.

“And what about you?”

“I believe in the peace they've built," you reply firmly. “And as I’ve said, I would never want to harm Natasha or her family.

Some council members nod, seemingly reassured by your words, but Ross’s expression remains hard, unyielding.

“Lady Y/n, do you consider yourself a threat to the kingdom?”

Frowning slightly in suspicion, you hesitate, feeling the shift in his questioning.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha tense, her posture rigid as she prepares for whatever is to come.

“I’m a capable individual,” you reply, keeping your voice steady. “But I’m no traitor.”

Ross nods slowly in acknowledgment, though his eyes give no reassurance.

“Raised under your father’s and Madam B’s guidance, as well as Queen Melina’s. I’m sure you’ve learned a lot from them,” he comments, his finger tapping the table lightly in consideration before continuing. “Which brings us to one of our main concerns–the possibility of replicating their actions.”

You let out a disbelieving huff, starting to protest, “I wouldn’t—”

But Ross cut you off.

“This isn’t a question about intent, but your capability,” he clarifies, his voice sharp. “Lady Y/n, do you believe you possess the knowledge to control someone?”

The truth settles heavily on your shoulders as you recall everything you’ve researched and learned about the subject.

Under the serum's influence, you couldn't lie.

“Yes,” you admit in a small whisper.

A murmur of discomfort ripples through the room.

Your hand trembles, nerves tightening in response to the shifting atmosphere. To steady yourself, you grip the edge of the table to stop the movement before anyone notices as Ross presses further.

“If it was someone else who had that knowledge, would you consider them a high-risk individual?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly, your voice barely audible.

A heavy silence falls over the room as everyone considers your answer. You try to take a moment to compose yourself when Ross suddenly shifts the focus.

“Wanda Maximoff,” he begins, causing you to tense in realization of his next subject. “From what we know so far, her abilities are clearly dangerous. She subdued an entire group in mere moments during the last incident, didn’t she?”

“She was protecting my friends,” you defend, a protective edge in your voice.

“That doesn’t change how powerful she appears to be,” Ross continues smoothly. “And it’s clear that she’s loyal to you. My question is–if, in the future, you ever disagreed with the crown, would she follow you or the will of the kingdom?”

You close your eyes briefly in dismay, the answer already on the tip of your tongue.

“She would follow me,” you confess softly.

More murmurs fill the room, the tension thickening with discomfort.

“Then wouldn’t it be reasonable to conclude that you are an even more dangerous risk?” Ross asks plainly, emphasizing his point.

Before you could respond, Kate slams her hand on the table, breaking the tension.

“This is unfair!” she exclaims. “Y/n would never do any of this!”

Ross dismisses her with a glance.

“Thank you, Lady Kate. But resentment and reasons can always form,” his gaze shifts back to you with a pointed look. “...especially when personal relationships are involved.”

You frown, seeing where this is headed.

“You're talking about my relationship with Natasha,” you say flatly.

Ross nods.

“It appears that your attempt at a deeper relationship didn’t work out in the end. Would you consider that a cause for concern?”

You scoff lightly in disbelief.

You knew he didn’t think you were an appropriate partner for Natasha, but you can’t believe he would be so insulting of the years you two have shared with each other.

“I value my friendship with Natasha,” you say firmly. “That won’t change, regardless of romantic matters.”

He fixes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“So, if she chose someone else to be her partner, would you accept it without resentment?” he challenges.

Natasha, who had been quietly sitting with her growing frustration at the entire situation, finally had enough. She snaps at Ross in warning, her voice cutting through like steel.

“That’s inappropriate—”

“I’d accept it.”

The room falls into a stunned silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

Slowly, Natasha turns her head toward you, disbelief etched across her face.

But you don’t meet her gaze, your head bowed as you continue.

“If Natasha chose to be with someone else,” you repeat, your voice steady, though your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the truth. “I’d accept it with no resentment.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

You groan in frustration, pressing your palms to your temples as a dull pounding begins to throb in your head.

The aftermath of the council meeting weighed heavily on you, and the headache only made it feel worse.

How was it that you both proved that you didn’t wish to harm the kingdom while also ending up showing you were one of its biggest potential threats?

You let out a deep sigh, dropping your face into your hands, the increasing frustration bubbling inside you.

“I believe I told you about the aftereffects of the serum when I initially talked to you about it,” Melina’s voice cut through the quiet room, her tone a gentle reprimand as she placed a steaming cup on the table beside you.

The concoction was supposed to help ease the pounding in your head and alleviate the symptoms until the serum left your system.

After the council meeting finally came to an agonizing close, Steve quickly ushered you to the former Queen’s lab.

Melina had requested to examine you to ensure the serum wasn’t causing any lasting damage.

The familiar room felt safe and comforting enough, but your mind was still tangled with the meeting's aftermath.

You glance at the cup but make no immediate move to drink it. Instead, you sigh again before responding to her comment.

“I know, but I just wanted to prove to them that they’re wrong about me,” you admit before muttering under your breath. “Especially that stupid councilor.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you wince.

The serum was still loosening your tongue, making you spill your thoughts unfiltered.

You can feel your cheeks heating, the embarrassment creeping in as you glance at the previous queen.

Melina raises a brow, a hint of amusement flickering across her face.

“Stupid councilor?” she echoes, her lips twitching into a smirk.

You mumble an embarrassed apology. “I’m sorry.”

Melina chuckles, her laugh a soothing contrast to the tension that had filled the council chamber earlier.

“Don’t worry. That man does have that effect on people. Persistent and annoying at times, but his heart is in the right place—he cares about the kingdom.”

You groan again, this time leaning against the arm of the chair.

“Maybe, but right now, all he and the others see is a threat,” you mutter sadly. “Not just because I’m not a suitable partner for Natasha, but because I’m a danger to everyone.

Melina’s frown deepens at your words, a look of sympathy softening her features.

“Who says you’re not suitable—”

She is interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

“Can I come in?” Natasha calls from the other side, her voice a little too casual, as if she were trying to mask her urgency.

Melina gives you a knowing look, a slight roll of her eyes following as she mutters.

“That didn’t take long.”

As soon as she opens the door, Natasha slips into the room, trying to appear nonchalant as she launches into her excuse.

“Hey, I know I’ve been too busy to come by and discuss those details about my birthday like you’ve asked, but I had some spare time and thought I would drop by now to see—”

“Save it,” Melina interrupts, crossing her arms as she levels her daughter with an unimpressed stare. “You’re not here for me.”

Natasha squints at her mother suspiciously before shifting her gaze toward you.

Her brow raises slightly in question, clearly curious about how much her mother had figured out.

You give her a sheepish smile, shrugging slightly.

“She knows we didn’t actually break up.”

Natasha hums in acknowledgment, nodding as though it all made sense now. She turns back to her mother, arms crossing defensively.

“That explains why you never came to talk to me about it.”

Melina raises a brow at her daughter, shaking her head in exasperation.

“Really, Natasha. You should already know that the only person you can fool in this family with these kinds of things is your father.”

Natasha rolls her eyes, brushing off the remark with a exasperated huff.

“Alright, then. Can I have a moment alone with Y/n now?”

Melina sighs, casting a glance between the two of you before making her way toward the door. As she passes Natasha, she points back at you.

“Make sure she drinks that,” she says, nodding toward the kettle she had placed on the table, “every now and again until the headache subsides and the serum is out of her system.”

“Okay,” Natasha agrees with a nod, her voice softer now as her concerned gaze settles on you, scanning you as if assessing the damage from both the serum and the day’s events.

Before Melina leaves, she places a firm hand on Natasha’s shoulder, offering a warning glance.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your birthday celebration. We will discuss that sooner rather than later.”

Natasha groans audibly, her shoulders sagging at the mention.

“I’ll make time for it,” she promises half-heartedly, earning a smirk from her mother.

Melina gives one final nod at you before closing the door behind her, leaving you and Natasha in the quiet of the lab.

Natasha doesn’t waste a second.

As soon as the door clicks shut, she is at your side, her fingers gently brushing against your arm.

“Are you okay?” Her voice is low, full of concern.

You sigh, leaning into her touch.

“I don’t know,” you admit, the serum still forcing you to speak more honestly than you would have liked. “That whole meeting was a disaster.”

Natasha frowns, her brows knitting together as she leans closer, her hand resting fully on your arm.

“It wasn’t all bad. You did well, considering the circumstances.”

You let your head rest against her shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in the familiar comfort of her touch before sighing.

“Did I, though?” you ask, your voice quieter now, laced with doubt. “Because it feels like I just confirmed everything they were afraid of.”

Natasha’s grip on your arm tightens just a little, her voice firm.

“You told the truth. That’s what matters.”

Her words remind you of your earlier actions, and you lift your head to meet her gaze, an apology already forming in your expression.

“I really am sorry about what I said…about you being overprotective. It came out harsher than I would have liked.”

Natasha sighs, her eyes softening as she tilts her head back, considering her actions these past weeks.

“I guess…I have been a little overprotective lately.”

“A little?” you ask, raising an amused brow.

She lets out a soft laugh.

“Fine. Excessively,” she admits.

Her voice grows softer, more vulnerable, as her gaze locks onto yours.

Natasha cups your cheek gently, her thumb brushing your skin with careful tenderness.

“But you almost died not too long ago,” her voice trembles slightly at the memory, “and then you were attacked the moment you left my side. So, yeah, I’m worried.”

Her confession hangs in the air between you, the raw emotion in her voice sending a pang of warmth through your chest.

Natasha is always so strong and composed, but here, with you, her walls are down.

You can feel the depth of her fear, her love, and her desperation to keep you safe.

Reaching up, you place your hand over hers on your cheek.

“I’m still here,” you reassure. “And I’m going to keep fighting. For the kingdom.” You tilt your head, pressing closer into her hand and giving her a soft smile.

“For you.”

Natasha’s breath catches, her eyes glistening as she searches yours, seeing the honesty and love in them.

For a moment, the room feels smaller and quieter, as if the weight of the world is suspended, leaving only the two of you in this space.

But then Natasha remembered what had been revealed towards the end of the meeting.

“You said you’d accept it if I chose someone else as my partner,” Natasha says suddenly, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Such a thought never crossed her mind, and Natasha frowns at the idea that you’ve already prepared yourself for such an unthinkable possibility.

She leans in closer, her forehead pressing against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“But I don’t want someone else.”

Her words make your heart race at the sudden reassurance.

Natasha’s eyes are steady, her hand slipping down from your cheek to take your hand, her thumb gently brushing over your knuckles in a slow, comforting rhythm.

“I don’t want anyone else,” she repeats, her voice firmer this time, ensuring that you hear the seriousness in her tone.

“I just want you.”

You swallow hard, the tension in your chest loosening as the depth of her words.

Her eyes remain locked into yours, and you don’t need the serum to know she’s telling the truth.

You shake your head lightly with a fond smile.

“The charming princess always has the smoothest lines,” you tease.

Natasha smirks, leaning in closer.

“You mean Queen,” she corrects, her voice lowering.

You chuckle, your eyes briefly flicking to her lips, and before you can stop yourself, the thought slips out, unfiltered and raw.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” you whisper, your cheeks immediately heating up as your eyes widen in realization at what you’ve just said aloud.

You groan, burying your face in your hands, mortified by the serum’s continued hold over your honesty.

Natasha’s laugh is soft but bright, and you shoot her a half-hearted glare from between your fingers.

She just smirks back at you, her amusement only deepening.

“Consider this payback for all the times you teased me for being unable to resist you,” she quips, her voice playful and her eyes dancing with that familiar spark you know all too well.

Despite the embarrassment, you can’t help but smile fondly at her.

Natasha’s teasing is a welcome relief, a reminder that even through the pressures of the day, there’s still room for moments like these between you.

Moments of lightness, of laughter, of…love.

Eventually, Natasha’s amused expression fades into something softer, more intimate.

She reaches out, gently pulling your hands away from your face. Her fingers lace with yours, the warmth of her touch sending a ripple of comfort through you.

“Teasing aside, I am happy to hear how you still want me,” she remarks softly, her voice tender and sincere.

You tilt your head slightly in confusion, puzzled by her words.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Natasha gives a small, almost self-conscious shrug, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Just my thoughts scaring me while I couldn’t see you,” she says before exhaling. ”I wondered if...maybe you’d changed your mind about us.”

Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around her neck, your fingers instinctively threading through her hair, gently playing with the soft strands—just as you’ve always done to comfort her.

“You worry too much,” you tease gently.

Natasha chuckles lightly, nodding in agreement.

“I do.”

For a moment, the two of you simply look at each other, the unspoken feelings and emotions that have been building over the past few days hanging between you.

Until Natasha can’t resist the pull of you anymore.

Slowly, Natasha leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss, soft and tentative yet brimming with the emotions you’ve both held back.

It’s not rushed or hesitant; instead, it’s like a quiet promise, filled with affection and unspoken devotion.

You melt into her touch, the world around you fading as the kiss deepens.

When Natasha finally pulls back, breathless and content, her forehead gently rests against yours, a soft smile on her lips.

“That was worth waiting for,” she whispers warmly, her voice full of affection.

You return her smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Definitely,” you murmur, still feeling the lingering effects of the kiss, though a dull pounding in your head makes you wince slightly.

Natasha notices and glances at the cup of medicine Melina has left on the table. Her playful smirk fades, replaced by concern.

“You should drink that before the headache gets worse,” she says gently, her tone shifting to one of care.

With a small groan, you obediently reach for the cup. The liquid has cooled, but its bitterness still bites as you take a sip, grimacing.

Natasha watches closely, her hand resting on your arm, a quiet, reassuring presence beside you. As you continue drinking, Natasha’s posture suddenly tenses, remembering something.

Sensing something is bothering her, you glance at her curiously.

Realizing she’s been caught, Natasha clears her throat, her gaze dropping momentarily before she speaks, her voice hesitant.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

You pause mid-sip, lowering the cup slightly, giving her your full attention.

“What is it?” you ask.

Natasha takes a deep breath, her fingers tracing slow circles on the back of your hand as she carefully considers her words.

“I received a letter recently,” she begins cautiously.

You flash her a teasing grin, raising the cup back to your lips.

“Another marriage offer?”

But Natasha doesn’t react to your teasing as she usually would. Her expression remains serious and hesitant. After a moment, she decides it's best to tell you so you’d be prepared.

“Stark is set to arrive in the kingdom soon,” she reveals.

You choke on your sip, sputtering as the liquid goes down the wrong way.

Natasha's eyes widen, and she immediately pats your back, concern flooding her expression.

“Are you okay?” she asks, worry etched in her voice.

You nod weakly, still coughing as you manage to set the cup down, your mind spinning from her words.

“I’m fine,” you rasp, trying to process the information. Shaking your head lightly in disbelief, you turn your focus to Natasha. “Did you say Stark, as in Tony Stark?”

Natasha nods, her hand still resting on your back.

“Yeah, Tony Stark. He’s coming in a few weeks to discuss the peace treaty.”

At her confirmation, your thoughts race, the news triggering an alarm in your mind.

The suspicion you’d felt earlier today starts creeping back, stirring unease. You look at Natasha, anxiety building.

“Are you sure the letter said he wouldn't be here for a few weeks?” you ask, your voice tight with apprehension.

Natasha frowns, confusion in her eyes.

“Yes, why? Is something wrong?”

You bite your lip, not wanting to raise more concern just yet. Shaking your head lightly, you give her a reassuring smile.

“It’s probably nothing. Thanks for telling me.”

Natasha narrows her eyes slightly, suspicion flashing in her gaze, but she lets it go, leaning her head gently against yours.

“Is the medicine helping?”

You nod, closing your eyes and leaning further into her.

“Yes, but this helps a lot more.”

Natasha wraps her arms around you, letting you rest fully against her, offering a brief moment of comfort against the growing unease inside you.

There’s no way the Tony fixing your manor is the Tony Stark. It has to be a coincidence.

You just need to make sure.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: thank you for reading! I’m glad to see that you all still enjoy this universe and its story.

If you asked to be tagged and I missed it, please let me know again.

Taglist : @midastouch013, @2silverchain, @dvrkhcld, @observeowl, @x-drowned-x, @fireandblood-3, @natsxwife, @leequifey, @blacklightsposts, @srt-sah, @scar-letwidow, @likefirenrain, @autorasexy, @natsbiggestfan1, @lex13cm, @iheartjohansson, @tofu9162, @nothanksbye07, @unexpected-character, @natashasilverfox, @acciowriting, @qtreesfanstuff, @mrsrushman, @inarayofmoonlight, @viosblog112, @inarayofmoonlight, @maximoff-jp

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff

190 notes · View notes

saintmuses · 11 months ago

Text

❝𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣❞

Pairing:

Soft!Dark!Thomas Shelby x Ada’s BSF!Reader

Summary:

Ada’s best friend had been much of a family. When she was requested for her hand in marriage to another, perhaps she was too much of a family.

Warning(s): slightly Dub-con. Inappropriate touching. Possessive!Thomas. Implied Jealousy. Threat. Controlling. Minors, dni! Note: this is a mini series, so there will be three parts.

Word Count: 963

She had remembered the feeling the first time she had met Thomas Shelby. He was a kind of person who laughed with a twinkle in his eyes.

She was seventeen when she became Ada’s first friend in Birmingham, and she had only got to meet him for a few months before he enlisted for the Great War. After he came back, his pale blue eyes cascaded in ice, and he didn’t laugh or smile anymore. However, he became more receptive towards her, always having eyes on her as if she was a member of his family or Peaky Blinders.

Ada’s painted lips grew taut as she looked at her apologetically. “Oh, about that…” she trailed off with a sigh as a response to her impending marriage proposal with the man she had been going steady with for a while now.

“What is it, Ada?”

“You would need to consult with Tommy about that. Although I don’t think you should…” Ada trailed off, realizing she had said too much.

Her eyes narrowed at the Shelby sister, catching onto what she was not saying. “And why not?”

Ada hesitated, “I’ve heard that Edward already asked for your hand, but evidently Tommy did not give his blessing.”

Her blood ran cold at the implication of not being able to marry Edward. “Why do I need to ask Tommy for permission to walk down the aisle?” She questioned, fiddling with the hem of her coat. “I’m not really a part of this family.”

“Well, Tommy already considered you as a part of the Shelby family, otherwise he would not let you attend the meetings.” Ada pointed out, flicking off an invisible lint off her coat.

“You mean to tell me that I have to consult with Tommy with any decisions I make regarding my future?” She enunciated each word slowly, but with tension filled with anger. Ada’s gaze turned sympathetic.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you are not the only one.”

“No,” she said sharply as she fumed internally. Her eyes flashed in irritation. “Because he has already gotten involved with making decisions for my future that has nothing to do with the business of the Shelby family.”

Slamming the doors open with a soft bang, she stormed into his office without glancing at Lizzie who was about to greet her.

“Thomas!” She shouted, gritting her teeth.

He barely looked up from his paperwork that was scattered around on his ordinate desk. “Y/N,” he said simply, placing his pen aside.

She heard Lizzie closing the doors behind her so no one else could interrupt them.

“I heard you received a visitor recently,” she prodded angrily, eyebrows raising to prompt him to speak.

He heaved a sigh which bristled her, and she crossed her arms when he ran his hands down his face before rubbing his eyes as if he just received a headache.

I swear this man-

His words interrupted her internal tirade. “He asked me for your hand in marriage,” he said calmly, intertwining his fingers on top of the desk. “And I said no.”

“And why not?”

He pushed himself out of the chair, grabbing a decanter to pour himself a fresh drink of Irish whiskey. “Because it does not benefit the family if you were to marry a man like him.” Her eye twitched slightly when she heard the glass met wood as he placed the tumbler back on the desk.

“A man like-“ she cut herself off, trying again before anger got the best of her. “He’s respectable, he has wealth which he would be able to provide support for his and my future family, and-“

“And I said no, Y/N.” He said sharply, interrupting her which effectively caused her to close her mouth. His words were stern as he stared down at her with icy blue eyes.

She looked at him in disbelief, a sense of chill ran through her veins when things did not connect, fitted like pieces of a puzzle. “You can’t make choices for me.”

His lips quirked slightly, “you’ll find that I can.”

Her eyebrows slowly furrowed as she stared up at him, observing his expression.

Before she could lunge out of the armchair, away from the office, and away from him, he had already anticipated her move, reaching for her.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her to him, gripping her tightly with a clenched jaw and unbridle danger lurking in his strict gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart.” He warned her softly; However, his tone gave away to the threat that was simmering underneath the surface.

Her bottom lip trembling as she peered up at him with glistening eyes. “Why would you do that?” She asked quietly, voice shaking inaudibly. “Why would you get involved with my life when it doesn’t even benefit you to begin with?”

He didn’t say anything yet as his thumb teased the waistband of her skirt before his fingers lightly skimming down between her thighs, brushing her cunt over the thin opaque material and her underwear.

She was shocked by how reactive her body was to his ghostly touch. She shook her head, looking pleadingly into his cold eyes for some sense of mercy.

He tilted his head before he pressed down hard on her clit through multiple layers of fabrics. She gasped, her entire body jerking at the unfamiliar combination of pleasure and a twinge of pain that seemed to render her immobile, not without a shudder.

He then leaned his head forward, closing the distance between their faces. He lightly brushed his lips against hers, barely touching. “Because if you were going to marry anyone, it would be me.” He murmured, his voice was dangerous as he stared deeply into her eyes before releasing her, stepping away from her presence.

act i | ❝𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣❞

act ii | ❝𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣❞

act iii | ❝𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙❞

#cillian murphy x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x you #peaky blinders

681 notes · View notes

sseomtada · 3 months ago

Text

rear view [ruben dias]

gripped onto a sliver of inspiration i felt and this came out...not proofread. warnings: 18+, masked!ruben, taunting, praise, one use of the word sl*t (affectionately, i promise), a lil rough to gentle...

the sound of your heels meeting the wooden floor is prominent as you stagger into your flat blindly. a hand splays, fingers fanning wide to feel along the smooth wall for a light switch. flick - nothing.

though obviously not a fluke, you flip the switch a few times more to ensure that you’re not being dramatic. air leaves your lungs in a smooth rush while you continue along the dark path to resume your wind down routine.

work has been absolutely brutal. long hours, sitting stationary for endless amounts of time until you tailbone feels battered, and not nearly enough pay to be quite frank. you needed a vacation, or a lobotomy - whichever provides the most instant relief and gratification.

“snoogs?” you call calmly for your cat.

she gets so shy sometimes, but she loves the dark. it’s her hunting ground and you’re a helpless little ferret. every day must be a mind boggling adventure for her fur baby. or maybe you’re romanticizing it too much, delirious from lack of proper rest.

“snooogss?” your voice is a sing song.

around the bend to the living room you go and let your ears perk up to lock in. while your mind is dancing between reality and imagination, what was that in the corner, you hear a rustle and sudden a fur ball is launching at your chest.

with an oof, you catch her and stumble backwards. the sudden halt you come to isn’t from a wall as you would expect, but a hard, warm body. their broad chest expands with a slow inhale and you slowly let snoog melt from your hands.

“hi, princess.” fingertips grip into your waist, and tension falls from your frame as you recognize the timbre and feel. it’s just ruben.

“h-hi…” you don’t know what to say to stay in character, so you try to keep it as simple as possible.

bringing up this fantasy of yours really did a number on him. it had only been two days since you disclosed it during pillow talk and look at him now, ready to be nominated for his oscar.

“i’ve been watching you for some time,” he reaches an arm around your stomach and reels you right up against him. “you really ought to wear more than cropped shirts and panties when you walk by the windows.”

a hand slides up your thigh, the edges of his fingers toying with your underwear’s seam. you begin to seep into his petting. ruben is in sync with you, his hips drop to catch yours and push them back up.

“or not, cause you look so fucking hot.” an open mouth kiss lands on your lower neck. “so pretty, babygirl.” he starts undoing the closures on your top. “so fuckable.”

you bite out a moan you had been attempting to stifle. that gorgeous accent pairing with those nasty words beckon you to respond. you push back into him, skirt bunching up, rasping.

his hands roam you wildly and dangerously. one cups your hot cunt, squeezing until he feels it throb against his palm. the other alternates between massaging your breasts that he pulls free of your bra.

“that’s what you wanna do to me, hm?” your brows meet as you turn your head.

“mhmm…” ruben grazes the fabric of the mask covering his face across your cheek. “come here.”

you’re dragged over to the sofa where he crashes down harshly, pulling you to sit on his lap with your back to his front. ruben’s burning touch is back again. he has your legs spread wide, using his thighs to keep yours open while he circles your covered clit.

“shit!” your head drops against his shoulder.

“listen to that,” he chuckles, spanking the ruined seat of your panties. “why’re you already so wet, angel?”

“i’ve been-” you swallow thickly. “waiting for you.”

that makes him growl, pulling at your panties until they dig into your flesh. ruben tosses the stretched out fabric to the side and teases your hole with two fingers. you buck into them hungrily.

“can you be good and take my fingers like this?” ruben thrusts them into your pussy to the knuckle and your eyes disappear. he doesn’t stop there, fucking them into you every time he asks, “like this, like this, like this?”

“oh, fuck…” your hips start to rock onto them for more friction.

“not an answer-”

“yes!”

you surge upwards to catch his lips between your own. it’s carnal and possessive and claiming the way your tongue rolls over his. your words fall down the rabbit hole into him in between deep breaths, yes i can be good, i can be good.

“i know you can. maybe you should close the curtains when you play with yourself, too.” ruben nips at your earlobe.

god, how is he so good at this? he’s never been shy with his words, much less when you have sex, but tonight is another level. if you had to guess, you would say that he’s certainly done his homework.

“need you in me…” you whimper.

“aww, look at you.” ruben swipes his free thumb over your bottom lip, dragging the skin slowly. “i need to feel you squeezing and shaking. then, we can move on.”

a gushiness fills the air as he fills you powerfully with his digits. you’re nothing short of a mess, legs trying to close on instinct and his forcing them open wider for the same reason. you grasp out wildly, hands eventually settling behind his neck where a bit of his hair peeks out of his mask.

“let it go, princess. just like that.” he laughs into your ear, curling and pumping relentlessly.

it feels more like you are the one getting let go of. the rope you cling to snaps and you’re free falling. terrified initially, but accepting and gaining pleasure from the weight pressing down on your tummy.

you scream with a filthy grin, fuck, you’re gonna make me sq-

and the weather changes right on cue. your hips lift just above his, one hand dropping to his thigh and the next flying to flick at your clit as you rain down. soft patters fall onto your helpless wooden floor. it creaks too with the force of ruben handling you roughly to face him.

“good fucking girl…” he praises, yet spanks you.

another scream that melts from terror to erotic erupts from your throat. he smooths where his blow lingers as you rut over his bulge, running his basketball shorts. not that he seems to mind with the way he’s pushing it up into you too.

“if you saw me touch myself, you’ve seen me ride dick before too, right?” now that you’ve cum, you’re no longer as needy as before.

ruben knows this about you and you suspect it’s the reason he decides to go about tonight they way that he is. the light is so dim in here, but you see his eyes glint mischievously. and he calls you a brat.

“gonna do me like that, huh?” he sucks your breast and reaches down to free himself. “show me, pretty girl. show me, fuck-”

his words end up in his throat as you swallow him whole. so snug and warm tucking into your walls, you sigh with content. you let yourself just feel him, hips circling slowly to get your bearings.

your stomach tenses as you lift up and down his cock. he swears lowly in portuguese, rubbing up your ass to your waist. his hands slowly leave your body completely to settle on the back of the sofa.

“come on, then.” he smacks your ass again. “fuck me like a little slut.”

you shake your head and laugh, ready to give it to him even more since he’s begging so much. your grip settles firmly over his corded shoulders and you get onto your toes on the floor. soon, you’re bouncing on it. the sound of your soaking cunt working his shaft steadily and your gasps and his groans-it’s already too fucking much.

“that’s it,” ruben marvels. “take that fucking cock.”

oh, he wants you to take it? you bring your feet up to the sofa, legs a big wider, and grab onto the back of his neck. your pussy grips him, tip to base, tucking and squeezing at the bottom to feel the way the slight curve in his cock presses right to that spot.

“oh, shit, baby.” he needs his hands to come back to control your movements.

if you continue doing that one, he’ll be planning a baby shower in a few months. which, let’s be real, you might end up doing anyway because there’s no way he’s pulling out tonight.

ruben thrusts up to meet you as you come down and you quiver around him. you’re so close again you can feel the rope fraying beneath your hold. full surrender is instant this time, you welcome the fall as he spurs you on.

your cries pierce the room and he’s hugging your lower back in a vice grip while he fucks you into senselessness. another unpredicted shower. you drip down his legs and want to apologize, but his awe and praise shut you off.

can’t believe this is all for me

ruben nestles your body to the sofa and joins you, pulling you face to face. well, face to mask. his eyes look so dark behind them as he drinks you in. mouthful gulps until you’re dripping down his chin.

you grab his jaw and kiss him as he sheaths himself in you again. the leg you have draping over his hips tugs him closer, opening you up some more too. ruben grabs your ass and spreads you out more so.

“yes…nice and deep.” your eyes cross.

“want me to cum, hm?” he tucks himself as far as possible. “right here at the back of your pretty cunt?”

all you can do is groan and nod furiously. if you could speak, though, you would say please, please fill me up. make it yours over and over again, please, i need to feel your warm cum in me.

ruben gets the message. he can see it in the way your eyes glaze over and your back bows into his palm. the way your bottom lips quivers and your grow several degrees warmer, steaming up his flesh as you squeeze and squeeze…

until he’s making good on his promise and shooting all the possible little additions to the diaz clan up your stream. you suck them in, hoping it’s helping and not hurting their efforts, but delighting in the feeling anyway.

ruben hums and lazily strokes into you. having had enough of the mask, you reach up and remove it, fluffing out his messy hair on the way down. his eyes are droopy as he stares at you.

“was that okay? are you alright?” he blinks slowly.

you grin with a light laugh, “i’m so good right now. you were incredible.”

his thumb strokes your cheek, “you’re so perfect.”

that’s one thing you’re never gonna argue with. you lay there for not too long before both drifting asleep in the same position. and when you wake up in a few hours, you meet him stiff and you’re ready to go all over again.

#ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine

65 notes · View notes

joelswritingmistress · 1 year ago

Text

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 50

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Will removed a gun from the back of his pants as he loosened his grip on me. Nonchalantly, he waved the gun in my direction. “Don’t go anywhere.” He smirked and began the short walk toward Dr. Miller.

“What are you doing?” I asked, visibly trembling now. I couldn’t get myself to stop.

“I told you,” Will said, “I want him awake for what happens next.”

“Don’t shoot him.”

He let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls, “That’s just the back-up plan if Plan A fails.”

Plan A. What exactly did Plan A entail? Fuck! I need to do something but I don’t know what - or how.

Will squatted down beside Dr. Miller, reached into his pocket and stuck something beneath his nose. WIthin just a second or two, he coughed and breathed in a heap of air before letting his eyes flicker open.

“Hello.” Will waved a hand in front of his face, smiling. “Jooooel.” He gave his name an extra syllable and Dr. Miller finally acknowledged him with just his eyes. “There he is.”

“Joel!” I squeaked his first name out and immediately the reality of the situation registered and he attempted to get up, only to fall and stumble back down to the floor.

“He’s still a bit out of it,” WIll informed me, glancing in my direction briefly before returning his attention to Dr. Miller, flashing the gun as he did. “Come on. I’ll help you.” He reached a hand down and used all of his strength to drag Dr. Miller across the ground.

I went to run toward them but Will extended an arm, pointing the barrel of the gun right at me. I froze. Looking at that small, dark hold in the center was paralyzing. One flick of his finger and my life could be over.

“I’d rather this not get messy,” Will explained calmly. He nodded toward the water. “Go sit with your feet in the pool. Don’t take off your shoes.”

I stared back at him, half in shock and then I glanced at Dr. Miller and made eye contact.

“Don’t hurt her,” he managed to choke out quietly.

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Will said with a smile, “She might opt to hurt herself, but it’ll be her choice.” He used his gun to motion toward the water again. “Go sit,” he added politely, like a teacher would a student. “Please.”

I glanced at Dr. Miller again and then let out a loud exhale before tiptoeing toward the edge of the pool. I put just my feet in and glanced over my shoulder as Will relocated Dr. Miller so he was just a few feet away.

“Damn, Joel. You got more muscle on ya than I would’ve thought,” he grunted as he towed him the rest of the way so his head was near the edge. “Now, before I explain what’s going to happen next, I want you to tell her for yourself.” Will nodded toward me, “Tell her the whole story. The one we talked about on our walk down.”

“You already told me the damn story, Will,” I said sternly to him, despite the increase in my shaking.

“I want him to tell you. I want him to explain every,” he grabbed Dr. Miller by the hair, “Single, gruesome detail to you. I want him to look you in the eyes and tell you that he’s a killer.”

Will physically forced him to look in my direction so vigorously I shouted out loud.

“Stop it!”

“Tell her,” Will urged.

Dr. Miller’s eyes never left mine. “I.. killed Ace-”

“I don’t care,” I cut him off. “You killed a rapist..” I hissed the word and looked at Will, “And a murderer.”

“Say it all out loud, Joel,” WIll demanded, pressing the gun to the back of his head, “For the first time.” He raised his voice, “Admit it!”

“I killed him,” Dr. Miller spit out, “I killed him.”

“Say his name.”

“Ace Deerfield.” He swallowed hard and I lunged toward him, making Will point the gun back at me. I froze again and Dr. Miller completed the sentence in full, “I killed Ace Deerfield.”

“You killed Ace Deerfield,” Will went on, “My lifelong friend. The man who saved my life on the battlefield. I am doing this in his name.”

“Killing women in his name?” I shouted, “Do you hear how fucked up that sounds? Killing me and Joel in his name? Killing in someone’s name is not honoring them!”

Will stared at me, almost asking ‘how dare you?’ with his eyes. “I’m not killing to honor him,” he explained, “I was killing to frame the man who took his life. And then I’m going to kill him and I’m going to walk out of here, help his sister mourn her murderous brother, and live my happily ever after, like I said. All in the name of Ace. Joel took his life. I’m not only taking Joel’s life, I’m also taking his legacy. That is in the name of Ace Deerfield.”

“You’re sick,” I spoke quietly, “And there’s no way in hell Carol will believe any of it.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?” Will smiled and shrugged, “Well, I’ll have to wait and see. You’ll be dead.” Without warning, he grabbed Dr. Miller by the shirt and shoved his body over the edge of the pool and into the water.

“Dr. Miller!” I shrieked and instinctively dove in after him.

“I told you I was helping the drama club,” Will gloated with a laugh. He placed the gun down neatly behind him and sat down on the ground with one foot crossed in front of the other and his hands rested behind him, looking like a little kid watching television. “Now, I’m going to watch these dramatics unfold. Oh, and if you were wondering, watching you struggle to save him.. that‘s Plan A.”

Carol stared down at her phone, glancing at the small, blinking, green circle on the screen. She had only recently set up the tracking feature on her phone several nights earlier before leaving for Vermont. Carol had originally been against it. It was her friend’s suggestion. There was never a reason she’d had to not trust Will, but after a few drinks with the girls and a discussion about what men do at bachelor parties, Carol had set up the location device on Will’s phone as a ‘just in case’ scenario.

She didn’t think he was out cheating, or even at a strip club or something of that nature. That’s what her friends had implanted in her brain; but Carol wanted to be sure if her husband-to-be did decide to get drunk and roam around, or raise a little hell with the groomsmen, that she would be able to find him with one-hundred percent certainty.

I shouldn’t have done this. She still felt guilty. It was something dishonest. It was something a woman in a trusting relationship shouldn’t have done. But, now that the light was blinking green and her parents were on a search for Joel, Carol knew it could discreetly come in handy - and then she would use Will’s inebriated state to disarm the device on the feature and never do it again.

I’m a jerk, she thought to herself, but texted her father as she began the march down the hallway to the elevators. When they took too long, she hurried to the stairs and let her sneakers pepper down them until she got the ground floor where the hotel bar was.

“Hey,” Chas greeted her, waving his phone when she emerged around the corner into the lively establishment. “I just texted you back.”

“I saw,” Carol said with a nod, “Are they here?”

He shook his head, “I can’t find ‘em.”

Her eyes scanned the room and she began her trek around the oversized space. Like the night before, people were singing and laughing and gathered with friends. But there was no sign of Will or Joel.

Carol made a beeline for the bar and placed her hands flat down on top of it. She then whipped out her phone and found a picture of WIll. “Have you seen this man tonight?” She asked when the bartender approached.

The man squinted and took a long look. “Nah, I don’t.. I don’t think so.’

She swiped her finger over the screen. “How about this guy?” Carol flashed a picture of Joel.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” he said, “It's not ringing a bell. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t here though. I served a ton of people tonight.”

“They would have been here in the last half hour, forty-five minutes.”

Carol made a face. “Thank you.” She turned to her father, “They aren’t here.” Her eyes looked down at the blinking light on her phone, “We should be right near him. Maybe he left his phone.”

Chas peaked at the screen. “What is that?”

“It’s a tracker of Will’s phone.”

“Well, does it account for different levels?”

“What do you mean?”

“The hotel,” Chas went on, “It has different levels. Maybe Will’s up or down. Does the app thing work like that?”

Carol thought about it for a second, “I.. I actually don’t know. This is my first time using it.”

“Maybe he’s either up or down a level.”

“Up is rooms.” She shook her head.

“What’s down?”

Carol thought for a moment. “The spa.. saunas.. salt caves.. Pool.”

The two of them looked at one another. “Would they do a bachelor thing down there? I mean, it’s 2024. Guys don’t always do strippers and shots these days.”

“What, like you did in the eighties?” She asked with playful accusation.

“We went golfing for my bachelor partt,” Chas said with a shrug, “Got a bit drunk doing it, but just golf.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He crossed over his chest again like he did with Frankie, “Cross my heart.”

“Okay, I know you’re being truthful.” Carol laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Well, why don’t we check out and see if they’re getting manicures and doing shots.. and then we can call mom and tell her everything’s alright.”

“And you can get your beauty rest,” Chas added.

“I’m already beautiful,” she teased.

He kissed her temple. “That you are.”

Carol linked her arm through her father’s. “Let’s go.”

CLICK HERE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER

@untamedheart81 @suttonspuds @cesspitoflove @michilandcof @grogusmum @morallyinept @akah565 @brittmb115 @magpiepills @poodlebae @gobaaby-blog-blog @mermaidgirl30 @mandojojo @shotgun-shelby @itscatrodriguez-thepearl @macaroni676 @smolbeanzz @sarcasm-theotherwhitemeat @bandluvr97

83 notes · View notes

shewasverynice · 3 months ago

Text

Cow *space* Boy - Part 3

((Pic temporary until I find a Nanami cow boy ❤️❤️))

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: Explicit

Content: Cosplay, Roleplay, Overstim, Established Relationship, Fingering, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Blow job

Pairing: Nanami Kento/Fem!Oc

"You mean you've never sat and thought about being in a minotaur's labyrinth, hearing the sounds of him huffing as he pursues you through a twisting and unfamiliar landscape only to be cornered by the most jacked dude you've ever seen who also had convenient handles on his head?"

"... No, but clearly you have."

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

Kento could tell when Rin was thinking about it. Now that he knew, he'd quickly recognized the signs. She would stop in the middle of the hall in the faculty office, fidgeting with her skirt hem. Sigh dreamily in the car when the conversation had naturally died. The little smirk and giggles she'd get in her group chat with her more "open" friends.

Not that it was a problem. Kento was the kind of man who would fulfill his lover's request as long as it was within his own boundaries. Which is to say, he'd never considered putting on such a ridiculous costume nor had assumed she'd ask him to, so it wasn't outside his boundaries in that sense.

So he said he'd do it for her, no further questions asked yet. Not until he could get some preparations done. If you want a job done right, you ask Kento Nanami.

They were out to lunch, picking up some sandwiches from the deli. Her arm was linked with his, the plastic bag in his other hand. This seemed like it would be an entertaining time to bring it up. She always did like it when he would surprise her.

"You'll need to be willing to use your safe word, of course," Kento said casually, and whoosh, there went Rin's thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe the rest of the week.

"Oh? Well, of course!" Rin replied, her cheeks tinting pink and her teeth catching her lower lip as she tried not to smile too much. Her hair curled on its own, as her technique was want to do, further revealing her excitement to him.

Kento nodded, saying no more about it for now. The chase was part of the fun after all. If he was to play the minotaur she requested then he needed to pursue her through the labyrinth. She needed to know it was time to start running.

In the middle of their drive home from JJT that evening he brought it back again. Rin was holding her breath as his palm stroked up her thigh, his fingers tensing just enough to drag at her skirt fabric.

"Something non-verbal as well would be appropriate, I think."

Rin blinked, then nodded. "I see. You think we might need something like that?" She asked, her voice catching just enough to make his skin tingle.

She went completely silent after. He refrained from chuckling, keeping his own silence. Enjoy the chase my dear, he thought, his eyes flicking over to her before landing back on the road ahead.

"Are you planning to gag me?" She blurted out and he couldn't resist the smallest of husky laughs.

"Possibly," he said calmly, "If it will keep you from escaping me then I will have no choice."

Sure enough, Rin went all quiet and embarrassed, looking down at her hands and then at his squeezing her thigh. He could hear the gears turning, the fantasy she'd shared with him only a few weeks earlier rattling her to her core.

Rin exhaled softly and when she looked out the window Kento quietly adjusted himself.

She didn't say no to a gag...

It was driving her crazy. He could tell. This wasn't the usual everyday, mostly vanilla sex they enjoyed, even while this "event" was in the works. But he was patiently trotting after her, waiting another three days without mentioning anything to do with any of it. She wanted to ask. He knew she did. But she refrained.

"Run for me, darling," Nanami mused to himself as he watched her speaking with Yaga one morning.

She caught his eye when she finished her conversation, brushing her long hair behind her ear as she approached him after. She reached out, gently adjusting his jacket and straightening his tie, trying not to smile too much.

"I was thinking stop?" She said quietly, "Sarah and Gojo use that and--"

"No, something more unlikely," Kento interrupted, watching her throat as she swallowed back a breathless laugh.

"What... Would you suggest then?" She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes were wide, fingers still holding the lapels of his jacket.

He placed his hands over hers, bringing one to his lips and whispering, "How about we use pineapple? It's common, but I think it will do." Then he kissed her knuckles before releasing her hands.

Rin's lips parted, her eyes getting that slightly glazed look of want and need. "Yes, all right," she agreed, "And as for non-verbal we can go with a tap out? Like we do in combat training?"

Kento nodded, "Of course. And I think it would be best if neither of us had anything strenuous planned for-- say three days following?"

She stopped short of saying anything, and he continued with a smile, "I've already made arrangements for us at work. Just don't make any plans with your friends, alright?"

"So... Soon?"

"Possibly."

"You're driving me insane," Rin mumbled, playfully tugging at his tie as she turned with a huff, "I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for this."

Kento couldn't help it, taking a slow shuddering breath. "Don't let me catch you too soon," he murmured, his voice low and husky when he leaned forward to whisper, "Because when I do, I'm going to ravish you until you're nothing but a puddle at my feet."

Rin's mouth hung open for a few seconds, and then she blinked at Kento for quite some time before she was able to answer. "You... I... I will run as fast as I can," she stammered,.

"I know you will, darling," he purred, drawing back and straightening up before he turned and left her to her thoughts.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

The woman’s bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor of the labyrinth, the sound echoing off the endless walls. She ran in a thin nightgown, its hem brushing against her legs as she moved. Her long brown hair streamed behind her, tangled from the wind and her desperate sprint. She didn’t know where to go—every passage seemed to twist and spiral back on itself, and she was hopelessly lost.

Somewhere behind her, the beast followed.

She had tried hiding once, pressing herself against the rough stone walls when she heard him coming, but it was no use. His heavy snorts filled the air as he sniffed her out, his hooves pounding the ground with a weight that made the walls tremble. Every few minutes, she’d hear him let out a monstrous cry, a frustrated bellow that was not entirely inhuman. It was a deep, guttural roar that had something strangely familiar, something mixed with the furious cry of a man.

Every time she thought she might lose him, might slip through an unseen path, he’d catch up. The labyrinth was winding, cruel in its design, but no matter how many corners she turned or passages she took, none of them seemed to lead her out. She tried to focus, tried to concentrate on escaping, but something inside her betrayed her. She felt the corner of her lips twitch up, fighting a smile. A bubble of laughter nearly escaped her throat when she heard him bellow again, just missing her as she dodged around another bend.

She could hear him now, his massive palm dragging against the stone wall, one corridor over. Her heart pounded in her chest as she ducked into an alcove, pressing her back flat against the wall, holding her breath. Her bare feet ached, her skin tingling with the chill of the maze. She closed her eyes, willing herself to disappear.

But it was useless. He knew this place too well, and she knew he’d never let her escape. No matter how fast she ran, no matter how quietly she tried to hide, he would always find her.

When she stumbled into the long corridor, her heart sank. She realized her mistake almost immediately, but there was no turning back now. She could hear him behind her, his hooves scraping against the stone as he pawed at the ground. The deep sound of his breath filled the space between them, and she knew what was coming next.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, a thrill running down her spine. She broke into a full sprint, her feet flying over the ground, hair whipping around her as she pushed herself forward.

But he was faster.

The beast charged, a force of nature crashing toward her, and before she could even cry out, his massive body collided with hers. The impact knocked her off her feet, sending her sprawling to the ground. She gasped, the wind knocked from her lungs as she felt the weight of him pinning her down.

The chase was over. For now.

The minotaur's powerful arm wrapped around her chest and he pulled her back towards him. Her arms stretched out above her head, her fingers uselessly scraping at the ground against his strength. She tugged at the hairy appendage around her, pushing and pulling and wriggling, slipping out just enough for him to grunt and grip her harder.

"No!" She shouted, although to be honest it was more of a squeal of excitement.

The minotaur's other hand ran up her back over her nightgown, settling heavily on her shoulder. She could feel his heavy pants on the back of her neck, the hot air escaping his snout and parting the brown strands before his pink tongue dragged up. She shuddered, her hips and ass arching up into his chest just as teeth sunk into the thin skin around her spine.

Another heavy snort of heat from his snout as his teeth massaged her skin. She shivered trying to get her feet to find something to push off of, but his knee was on the back of her left leg. It looked like she might be stuck there. Oh no!

One of the beast's hands came up and took hold of Rin's wrist; Rin moaned out loud. "Yes," she whispered, still fruitlessly clawing at the floor despite her words, "Mmn! Yes--please..."

The minotaur climbed between Rin's legs, settling down there with his heavy cock pressed up against her ass. She squirmed beneath him, her fingers flexing and her breath catching. He was still touching, still biting, sweeping his free hand up and down her side over her nightgown. She felt like she was melting in the heat of his body, sinking against his arm and the floor and whimpering softly.

His weight shifted on her for a second--she could hear the cow bell around his neck clink. Hot hands landed at her sides, pushing up her nightgown and bunching it around her waist.

Her breath came in a shudder, "Oh god... Yes..."

Move moving, shifting, his hands came off of her and his weight eased off her body. Both of them landed on the swell of her ass, massaging in hard grips, squeezing the flesh and kneading. Parting them, she felt his breath quicken and his sweat dripped down her spine.

Her back arched, her ass lifting up as he pulled her thighs apart and two thick fingers glided up her labia. Up and down in sweeps, pushing her lips together, then parting them, letting her slick soak his fingers as he twirled them around her hole.

He other hand moved up, pinning her down by the back of her neck. He growled, "You're mine now."

She whined softly, her thighs falling just a little further apart but nothing happened--she didn't get those fingers. He didn't do anything, just staying there, hand heavy on the back of her neck, breathing hard while she squirmed beneath him. Her hips pushed up, trying to get his fingers inside her through sheer force of will.

"Darling," Kento whispered, "Rin, don't forget."

Rin was lucky to remember her own name with Kento holding her down like that. "Ken--please, please, please--"

"Don't make it too easy for me," he rasped in her ear, punctuated by a ring of the cowbell. His finger pressed against her entrance again, just a little deeper, almost inside, almost-- "You're mine, little one," the minotaur huffed out again, almost snarling it, and Rin gasped out loud.

She tried to bite it back, but a laugh nearly escaped her as she turned her head back and met his fierce gaze. His wide snout snorted hot air against her face, the heat of it mingling with the cold stone beneath her. She turned her head to the side, stifling the giggle that tried to escape as she kicked up with her legs, her bare feet pushing against his broad, hairy chest. His weight made it hard to breathe, hard to think clearly, but still, she fought.

With a burst of strength, she managed to twist her body and roll onto her back, her feet braced against his chest. She pushed as hard as she could, her toes curling against the wiry fur that covered him. For a moment, she felt him give way, just enough for her to slip out from his grasp. She kicked her foot up, catching his shoulder with a sharp push that sent him off balance. He grunted, a low, guttural sound of frustration, and in that split second, she scrambled free, her hands clawing at the ground as she tried to get away.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled to her feet, her heart racing, eyes wide as she tried to make her escape. But she wasn’t fast enough.

Before she could take more than a few steps, she felt his hand clamp around her ankle. His grip was iron, unyielding, and with one swift motion, he yanked her back. She fell forward, hitting the ground with a soft thud, her hands scraping against the stone as he dragged her back towards him.

She kicked and thrashed, her pulse quickening, the exhilaration mixing with frustration as she felt herself being pulled back into his grasp. She glanced back over her shoulder, still grinning despite herself, even as she clawed at the floor. His snout was close now, his breath heavy and ragged as he loomed over her again.

The minotaur finally slid his fingers into Rin's body, both of them groaning from it. In and out, quick and insistent, he was so impatient that when something dripped down her back she thought it might have been his saliva. She gasped and whimpered, he was so forceful, but it felt so good her head was spinning. His right arm grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the floor and he sunk into her in almost one stroke, opening her up and making her moan for him.

"That's it," he growled, his voice deep and husky--that growl was going straight to her core, "Give it to me, little one."

"Aah!" She cried out, her head tipping back and hips leaving the floor.

The minotaur groaned and started moving, quick, selfish, hard thrusts that shoved Rin forward into the floor. Rin dropped her face into her arm so she could yell, but the minotaur grasped the back of her neck again and twisted her fingers into her hair. He lifted her head up off the floor. "Don't bury it," he panted, "I want to hear you."

"Ohh, ahh, Haaah! P-please, please, please--"

The minotaur's hand slipped down from Rin's wrist and into her hand, squeezing. She squeezed it back, earning another fast, sharp thrust which made her moan, trying to angle back to get more. So much more.

"You feel so good," he grunted. His hand tightened in her hair and Rin cried out for him. The cowbell clanged against his chest, the sound perfectly in time with his brutal thrusts.

"--mmn!! Aah! Aah! Mmnnng!!"

The minotaur groaned, shoving her hips back down and slamming in harder. The sound of the cowbell nearly swallowed up Rin's eager, needy cries and she gasped as she felt the Minotaur's cock spill inside her with one last hard shove. She quivered underneath him, mouth wide open, still trying to rock back into him. The Minotaur's hand went slack against hers but she gave it a tight squeeze and then a second later another.

She panted, twisting her head back. "Please," she whined softly, "Please, Ken I... I'm so close and I haven't--"

"If I just tell you to... Can you?" He murmured, licking the back of her neck as he eased himself down on top of her, "For me?"

She squirmed, wanting to-- desperate too, she'd love to for both of them-- but she shook her head. "I... I can't... Please..."

He chuckled, backing off and making Rin groan. He pushed her over, rolling her onto her back. Rin blinked her eyes until her eyes had adjusted, making him out in the dim light. He really did put on the costume for her... She'd heard the cowbell, but she was sure he wouldn't have gone the whole way. But there he was in all its pink spotted glory.

He laid down between her legs reaching up to place her hands on the little soft pink horns. He was blushing all the way down to his neck, but as soon as his tongue licked all the way from her entrance to her clit she gasped out loud. His tongue swirled on her clit, his brown eyes meeting hers in an almost shy expression. Shy, but also that look he got when he was determined to do something. He wanted to make her happy, he was still doing his best even if he was embarrassed, and it made her heart beat even faster.

She sat up on one elbow and let her other hand fall into his blonde hair. His tongue was swirling on her clit, and holy shit did that feel good, but something else was on her mind.

She lifted off the little ears, but his hand flew up to catch it before she could completely remove it. His eyes met hers and he paused then murmured, "We're not done yet..."

"Kento... You don't have to wear it if you feel shy," she breathed, her words catching as his tongue lapped at her, "I'm having a great time... You're such a sweet man... I want this to be fun for you too."

"It is," he mumbled, shuddering as she moaned when his tongue flicked at her clit again, "It's so much fun..."

"But aren't you--"

"Rin," he stopped, sitting up to look at her with probably the sweetest smile she'd seen on his face in... Ever? "My darling, please... Don't worry. I do dislike the costume, but the joy I feel bringing your fantasy to life is worth more than temporary embarrassment."

She would have been touched, but his voice dropped back down to that husky growl and his eyes darkened. The cowbell clanged and he smirked at her, "Don't come until I give you permission," he murmured.

She shivered, clutching onto one of the horns again. He dropped down again, dragging his tongue flat and heavy against her entrance. Sloppy and wet without a care in the world, his brows knit together and he actually groaned.

She almost squirmed her way out of his arms. He held her tight, the minotaur was back and he was absolutely devouring her. His grunts and growls were fierce, his tongue tasting her like the finest dish. She let herself fall back flat on the ground, her nails raking down his hairy forearm. When his thick fingers slipped inside and curled her soul temporarily left her body.

"Aah! Aaah! I-- I'm--"

"Not. Yet." The minotaur grunted.

"Shit," Rin panted. Both hands were on his horns now, tugging desperately. "Fuck I'm not--your're gonna--I gotta come, please let me come please lemme come now ohhh god--"

"Not yet." His fingers pushed harder into her, his lips sealing around her clit and sucked, twisting his head back and forth.

"I-I'm not gonna--I can't, I'm not gonna make it, oh God, oh fuck--"

The Minotaur wouldn't give her even a second to test. Rin fell silent, staring at the ceiling--can't yet. Can't yet. Have to wait. She told herself over and over, panting hard and focusing. Ignoring the brutal twitches and throbs around his fingers. Ignoring his tongue and lips on her clit still. Ignoring how he was going to fucking town in a feral way like she'd never seen.

She tugged on his horns, still panting and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. His fingers rubbed right into her, curling just right fast and hard. The heat worked its way into her whole goddamn body--

For just a moment his lips popped off, "Now."

"Thank you thank you thank you," Rin babbled, "oh shit oh fuck thank you yes yes yes--" And the minotaur got his mouth back over her just in time to start swallowing her come, licking hard against her entrance and sucking, until Rin just stared down at him, mouth hanging open, stunned.

He came back up, flattening her right into the floor and laying on top of her. He kissed her, hard, his tongue tasted like a mix of him and her and everything all over her mouth. His chest rumbled with a groan then he pushed off, hovering over her on his knees.

She was so stunned, her mouth still open and it took her three tries to whisper, "... Kento?"

"Get up on your knees," he huffed, tilting his head back with authority, "Between my legs. Use your mouth. Get me hard again."

Oh shit oh shit, she shifted immediately up practically scrambling up into the space between his legs. She reached up, lifting his semi-hard cock into her hand. Looking up his body, all that beautiful skin and those pink straps... She kissed down his shaft, nuzzling her nose into his hairs. She dove for it, dragging her tongue up from just at the base of his balls and all the way up to the slit, wiggling her tongue at the tip.

Kento moaned, which just made Rin determined to do it more. Long sweeping licks, over and over, but soon enough her lips slid over the head. His hips pushed forward, one hand fisting her hair and the other cupping her cheek. The feeling of her mouth moving over him made him gasp, gritting his teeth. Her tongue licked in a slow swirling motion on his cock head before she took him in her mouth once again.

Kento shuddered so hard Rin was afraid he might fall back, but no; he was steady and turned on enough that he was panting loudly. Well, thank God for that; at least it wasn't just one of them. She's never seen him acting this way, usually he's so in control of himself. Fuck, if that didn't make her want to do the best possible fucking job she could possibly do.

She got him nice and wet, her tongue over her teeth to take him deeper. His face was red, thighs tensing and toes curling. His pants were punctuated with soft grunts, his fingers tugging into his own hair. He couldn't look away from her, the cowbell clinked softly as he tilted his head to look at ber.

She had found a nice rhythm, drawing out those soft ragged little moans with every stroke, but before she could get him all the way--before she could push him to the point where he cried out for her-- he took a deep breath and growled, "Enough."

Rin made a soft wail of protest, pushing him deeper into his mouth and stroking with her tongue. Kento gasped, then shuddered and steadied himself and firmly repeated, "Enough. Stop and kneel."

Fuck. But she did it, drawing back and coming to her knees. Kento stood and she looked at his cock--so dark it was almost purple, leaking so much cum it was dripping. Kento must have been dying, dying almost as much as Rin was, but he had miles and miles of self-control. Rin shivered.

"I love your mouth," he said. He reached up, sweeping his fingers across her jawline, under her chin. His thumb brushed across her thumb and when she opened her mouth he slipped it in and she sucked on it. He hissed through his teeth, a grimace of control on his face.

He just stared at her, eyes hot and glazed. Beneath his chest hair his skin was red, his breaths ragged and husky. And fuck he was--the--his cock was--he had his hand on her throat, fingers danced across her collarbone. She was going to explode, she was going to fall down dead right there. Kento was going to have to call 911 and explain that he didn't meant to, but he just killed his girlfriend dead.

He pushed her back, thighs over calves before his hand cradled the back of her head and he laid her on the floor. Lifting both thighs, he wrapped them around his waist, eyes locked onto hers. "Alright," he rasped, "I'm ready. I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh fuck," Rin squeaked.

He leaned forward on one forearm, whispering right against her ear, "I want you, and I'm going to take you. Hard and fast until you come. And then I will come inside you." He sat up, looking hard at her and she sucked in a breath, "And you're going to take it like a good girl."

"K-kento--"

His hand braced beside her ear, her palms flattening across his broad hair chest. He lined up and pushed in, each inch by inch. Everything in her body lit up like a pinball machine. "Kento--"

He huffed between his teeth and she swore she could see the steam from the corners of his lips. "Mine," he gritted, "My prize."

Both hands planted beside her head and he forced his way into her fully. Her ass was off the floor, legs locked around his hips. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she was surrounded by so much heat she felt like she was being cooked alive. Her fingers curled, scratching her nails into his muscles and feeling them tense.

Rin was reduced to open mouthed pleading moans, but every single one was met by a heavy but slow thrust. Kento pushed into to her, in, in, in, giving her every inch he had. Her hips lifted up, giving back, and one hand gripped onto her hips to hold her tighter. For the first time his fingers dug in hard enough that she thought she might bruise, and holy shit was it hot.

"Harder," he growled, "Gonna give harder. Hold on."

He was pounding in so hard now he was coming up onto his toes, squatting over her and fucking into her until stars exploded behind her eyes. She was panting, begging, "Take... Just--just take everything, everything, Kento! Take all of it! All of me! Please please fucking please--"

The back of her head hit the hardwood when she came, yelling loud and incoherent and hoarse, cunt tightening hard around his cock and coming until he was as dizzy from it as she was.

The hand on her hips was joined on the other side by his other hand as he lifted her up and let himself fall back flat. Under her ass, he scooped her and just started to push her up and down over and over, fast and ruthless. All she could do was groan, nodding as if he'd asked permission. Too dazed to even react as one of his grunts actually leaked into a whine.

"Come here," he commanded, still fucking up into her when his hand gripped the back of her head and pushed her down to kiss her. His tongue surged into her mouth, his lips pressing hard enough to hers that she tasted copper.

"Gonna come inside," he huffed, "So much."

"Yes," Rin sobbed, nodding "I want you inside me when you come."

For a moment, he held his breath, pushing in and holding still. His cock throbbed so hard, so close that he didn't want to breathe. If he did, he was sure he'd lose it.

"Whatever you want," he whispered. His palm slid up her back, fingers splaying out over her shoulder. The other hand moved down her other arm and fit his hand into hers. Their fingers slotted together, just right, and he squeezed.

"Kento," Rin moaned. She shifted her hips, thrusting down further and then--she couldn't stop. Couldn't hold back. She rode him, holding his hand and gasping. She knew damn well she was whining like he was fucking her, but watching him squirm this time made her just go harder.

His palm dropped from her shoulder to her ass, fingers digging into her ass. And that was it. That's all she wrote. Kento was gone, flying so high with his climax that near-scream ripped from his throat. Rin whimpered as her own body gave in, milking at his cock and taking it gratefully as his balls emptied.

Eventually his panting slowed, his hips lowering back to the floor and eyes blinking. He dragged a hand down his eyes, wiping off his mouth on the way before he looked up at her. She looked just as shocked, one hand still on his chest and the other still gripped so hard to his that her knuckles were white.

"Kento..." She whispered, her eyes glistening.

"Yeah," he breathed, nodding a little, "Yeah... That was absolutely incredible."

"What the hell is this costume," Rin sighed, reaching down to tug at the little bow. The bell clinked a little and his arm wrapped around her waist as he sat them both up.

"You should run from me more," he rasped, licking his lips, "Until you can't run any longer..."

Want your own custom smut? Pairings for whatever or your own OC! Check out my Ko-fi

#fanfiction #writing #a03 fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #nanami smut #smut #jjk smut #comissions

12 notes · View notes

soaps-hoe-141 · 2 years ago

Text

Drowning In The Depths

More art by @foreverrunningfree Everyone say thank you cause this shit cute af

Part 11

Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader

WC: 12k

Synopsis: Come rot ya teeth. Both of them are being vulnerable, this shit as rare as a double rainbow (heh get it cause it's pride...I'm sorry).

Warnings: You will need to see a dentist after this chapter, I'm sorry. They needed, they deserved it, and so did I.

Pulling the phone away from your ear you blinked at the ended call screen for a few short moments. What the hell? Why…Just why? Why was it always in the middle of something? Shock and frustration were mixing in your head, making you grip the phone a bit tighter than you should have as you stared ahead at the wall. This was absolutely some bullshit. You felt your jaw tense, teeth clenching together as you tried to fight back that little worm of anger starting to wake up in the back of your mind.

The bed shifted under your knees as John sat back down and you watched as he leaned back against the wall with a frustrated sigh, apparently he was in agreement with your unspoken thoughts. This wasn’t an unusual thing to you, getting called away in the middle of something important, but it had been a long time since you’d experienced it and you had to admit that the annoyance was beginning to turn into something akin to nerves. Especially when the brunette beside you growled out in a low tone, "Bloody hell." Your eyes darted nervously to him, worried he was about to blame you for this.

Well not so much worried, that was maybe the wrong word. It was more like you were expecting to catch the blame. It was always your fault, especially when it was work calling you. Your ex-wife had made that clear enough, it didn’t matter if the same thing had happened more than once now and it hadn’t been you getting called away. It certainly didn’t matter than when it had been John getting called away you hadn’t blamed him in the slightest. This still felt like it was somehow your fault, like you could have changed Laswell’s mind on when she would call you. Doubtful, that woman definitely had a mind of her own.

Instead John just growled out again and shifted uncomfortably on the sheets, "Every time, every bloody time." Shit here it comes. Your eyes darted to the phone in your hand and then back to him slowly, just in time to see him run a hand down over his face. His fingers audibly scratched against the short brown hairs along his jaw, smoothing them down where they had canted up slightly.

Your eyes slid down to where his cock laid against his stomach now as he ignored it stubbornly, unable to hold his gaze in the oncoming hurricane of what would soon be his anger directed at you. It was obvious he was aching as he shifted his hips against the bed and you saw his freehand grip into the muscle of his thigh in an attempt to still ignore it. Ignore the pulsing and twitching against the skin of his stomach. The throbbing that you could feel mirrored in your own cock. God this was gonna be bad.

John cleared his throat, trying to raise your gaze to his. The Brit shifted forward in his attempt, finally earning a quick flick up of your eyes for his troubles. When your gazes met he took a breath and gave you- Wait was that a smile? His mouth turned up at the corners, it was a tight smile but a smile nonetheless. The nerves began to melt away almost immediately, and you watched as he shook his head before tucking his erection away and the Brit asked calmly, his tone only what you could describe as soft, gentle, "When did you get a phone?" He buttoned the jeans back as you continued to watch him. Almost incredulous about how well he was taking this.

That wasn't an accusatory question, it was simply a curious one, akin to a conversation starter. Your own brows furrowed a bit still expecting the other shoe to drop but he merely raised his brunette brows slowly. He was expecting an answer from you rather than just deadpan silence, you’d forgotten about needing to provide a response in order to carry a conversation for a moment. Your eyes blinked at him a couple times as you fought to regain control of your mouth.

Finally you got your thoughts and limbs back under your control. You pulled the jeans back up over the swell of your ass, ignoring the painful throb at the base of your erection. Clearing your throat you sat down beside him with a deep breath. You looked down at the phone in your hand and finally muttered, "Today actually. Wade gave it to me earlier today. I didn't know anyone even had the number, especially not fuckin Laswell." You reached out to hand it to him instinctively. Any time your ex-wife had mentioned your phone it'd been because she wanted to go through your things.

Sure there wasn't anything on it at the moment but it was still a reaction you couldn't quite suppress. John though just glanced down at it in confusion before he shook his head and gave a light huff of amusement, "No, love, I believe you. Just worried this'll mean we have twice the interruption possibilities in the future." Future, that was good. Future meant he wasn’t at least directly blaming you.

Slowly you pulled it back towards you with a slow nod. You couldn’t stop the sigh of relief, still lingering on how he’d said “Future.” Future meant this wasn’t just a few good kickin of the boots, this was something he didn’t plan on stopping, at least not soon. You hid the relief in your eyes though, the last thing you needed was for him to think you were attached or something…Right?

Quickly you looked through the phone for the first time since you’d gotten it. Funny enough everyone on the team was already in the contact list, must have been Wade's doing. It was a team phone so you gotta have the team’s numbers, at least it made sense. You typed out a quick message to the number listed in John’s contact, shooting him a simple text. A bit curious to see if the number was actually his or not. Sure enough a second later a little ding came from his bedside table and he smiled a bit, not bothering to look in its direction. “Wade really came prepared with this one.” You gave him a small smile then, catching the lines of worry around his eyes just as they melted off his face and he gave you a nod in answer.

That primal look in his eyes was gone for the moment as he relaxed against the wall his bed was shoved against. What was he worried about? You? That made something in your stomach do a flip, it felt odd to say the least, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. "You better get going then, Laswell doesn't like to be kept waiting. And she doesn't call for just any reason," your eyes widened just a smidgen as you remembered what had interrupted the two of you. Laswell, yes, that's right. You had people to interrogate and a role to play.

Sliding the phone into your pocket you took a breath and glanced down at the tent that was visible in your boxers without your pants buttoned up yet, "Almost forgot about that.” You huffed in sardonic amusement before continuing “I'll uh, if you want I can come back?" You offered hesitantly and he gave you another curious look before you quickly added, "Or not, whichever is fine. I don't have to. Just thought, nevermind-" Starting to scoot off the bed you felt a strong hand grasp at your forearm then, halting your progress as his head tilted a bit.

A little, warm smile was visible in his eyes as he leaned forward, managing to actually catch you off guard. John pressed a soft kiss against your mouth, much more gentle than the one you'd shared earlier. As he pulled away his fingers ran through the hair at the nape of your neck before he spoke again, "If you have time, of course I want you to come back, sweetheart. You're always welcome here, yeah?" His brows rose expectantly, nodding a bit of encouragement until you joined him in nodding along. Refusing to let you remain stoic, wanting to make sure that you did in fact know you were wanted.

The Brit took a deep breath and a low sigh left his mouth as the hand in your hair pulled you forward, your forehead pressing against his. Neither of you really wanted to leave, that much was obvious, but the both of you knew that work was work. When was it not? When did it not always pull you away from the best things in your life? There’d been a lot more than just leaving John eight months ago that this job had taken from you by force.

Finally though you heard him force out a quick, "Good." One of his large hands slid around to cup the side of your face tenderly, such a drastic contrast to the man who had been about to fuck your brains out not even five minutes ago. He leaned back against the wall again with another sigh and nodded towards the door before he said, "Go see what she needs. When you're done though come back here, can't forget to get your stuff, yeah? It'll be safe here. I won’t let anything happen to it. I swear by it, love. " You didn't even have to look at him sideways in order to get his reassurance, he just gave it without prompting. A proffered encouragement that normally you’d have had to beg for. John was so very different from anyone you'd ever encountered before. Drastically so.

Letting your tense muscles relax you gave another quick nod, "Ok. Yeah I'll just come back," you stopped yourself before you said something stupid but you could feel the slightest hint of a smile playing at the corner of your mouth. It was suppressed though, hidden behind that disappointment that you couldn’t stay here and finish what had been started. Well not really suppressed, more like it was muted. Like the difference between color TV and black and white. It was still there, you could still see it, but you missed some things, it wasn’t quite as eye-catching or vibrant. It was…Hollow.

Still though you forced yourself to move as you slid to the edge of the bed, pausing as you reached it. Your eyes flicked to the legs stretched out beside you, before you glanced back at his curious blue hues again, “I’m sorry.” John shook his head and was already opening his mouth to answer but for once you beat him to the punch, “But thank you, for helping with that.” His mouth shut slowly before he took in a deep breath like he was about to answer before he stopped himself and gave a single nod with a soft smile.

Standing from the bed you reached down to work on buttoning your own pants back. This damn team was gonna give you blue balls before it was all said and done. That wasn’t a worry, that was a fact. There’s no way it wasn’t going to, with how many times these fuckers interrupted the both of you it was a miracle it hadn’t happened yet.

You palmed yourself through the fabric, letting out a deep sigh as you adjusted yourself trying not to think about what you could have been doing if it wasn’t for that fucking phone call. John huffed out behind you, and when you glanced back you saw him doing the exact same thing. Apparently he too was feeling that throb that was refusing to subside. Taking a deep sigh you flexed the muscles in your arms and thighs before you zipped the jeans and fastened the belt again. This was gonna be torturous, almost certainly.

When you glanced back once more John had his face to the ceiling, his eyes shut as he took in a few deep breaths, his jaw tense and the muscles in his neck flexing. Restraining himself from doing something you were almost certain was akin to every time you’d fucked the air because of him. There was a slight grimace on his face that melted away when he realized you weren’t moving anymore. His eyes opened quickly before his blue gaze fixed on you and he tilted his head. Giving him a small smile you cautioned, “Gonna give yourself blue balls there, John. Be careful,” his gaze narrowed as you started to back up towards the door.

He sat up from the wall slowly, sliding to the edge with his gaze still firmly on your slowly retreating form. “Hier, Cerberus,” the dog hurried out from under the table he’d settled underneath once more to join you. A smirk found your mouth before you added to him, “You’ve still got my picture. Don’t think I forgot about it, have fun…Sir,” there was a shift from him on the bed as your eyes darted to the table, his gaze following just as quickly.

The picture he’d tried to take from you sat underneath where you’d left his phone. You heard the light chuckle but sadly you didn’t get the pleasure to see it. The door shut behind you with a thud and you smiled at the ground, face warm and a smile you could no longer hide spread across your face. You glanced up at the sky, a warmth that wasn’t embarrassment or arousal flooded you, something foreign and unknown. It made your heart ache in your chest, but in a way that felt so good it was kind of insane how wide it made you smile despite yourself. God what was he doing to you?

It felt like you were a disney princess and you’d just met your handsome prince for the first time or some bullshit like that. Whatever it was the kids liked to imagine they would run off into the sunset with nowadays. What kind of idiotic, immature emotions were clouding your mind when it came to him? You weren’t sure in all honesty. However, you knew they were good ones, at least good enough to make your mind whirl. It may have been a fucked up fairytale but it was your fucked up fairytale. Not to mention all the sensations rushing through you right now were enough to make you forget how stupid it was to feel like this. This was yours to fuck up now, and there was no way you were letting that man get away. You doubted there was a thing in the world that could keep you from getting your happy ending now.

Shaking your head with a smile plastered to your face, you returned your eyes to the world in front of you. You jolted yourself out of your thoughts, cheeks burning and stomach turning more than a few flips as you headed down the stairs and off on your path. The faster you got this job done the faster you’d be able to get back to him, back to the happiest you’d ever been in your entire life. Work face Speck, get it together. Your smile dropped and you raised a hand to run over your face, clearing it of the easy smile that had been stuck there moments before. Taking in a deep breath you glanced down to the Dutchie at your side as you made your way towards one of the buildings on base. Get your head in the game, there's no telling what you were about to have to do now.

You walked quickly through the hallways, somehow managing to remember the twists and turns all the way back to the interrogation room that had held Labeeb not too long ago. There was a guard standing by the door a little bit down the hall just as there had been the last time. You, however, moved to the other door and raised your knuckles. Your closed fist knocked against it and waited for a few moments. It didn’t take long though before it swung inward, Laswell standing there in front of you before she stepped aside and let you into the room. As you stepped inside your eyes flicked to the one way glass with a sinking feeling creating the beginnings of a pit in your stomach.

One of al-Mustafa’s wives and his son were sitting in a chair in the middle of the white walled room, with a plain metal table in front of her. They'd gotten his first wife, Munisa, a woman in her late thirties from Sierra Leone. At least it hadn't been the second wife with the three daughters, sure that one had been talkative, but every word she'd said had been a lie. Not to mention wrangling three children had made her somewhat immune to things like sleep deprivation and audio torture. The last thing you wanted was to be taking a knife to anyone, that was always a last resort.

You'd held all three of those women and the six children for a week, this was the same woman you’d threatened to kill already, she was never going to tell you anything. She had no reason to, so what was Laswell planning on doing? They hadn’t seen you yet sure, they’d been blindfolded on the way back to base from the warehouse and it was doubtful they would have recognized your voice seeing how easily you changed accents, but this still felt like a bad idea. The confusion was written on your face plainly as Laswell crossed her arms and gestured to the woman through the glass, “I need you to translate.” Really? That’s what had been so damn important she couldn’t wait till John and you were finished? Sure she hadn't known what you were doing, but she'd said ASAP, that you needed to get there now, so why the fuck was it something as stupid as just translating.

The annoyance must have flashed over your features momentarily because you could have sworn there was an amused smile playing at those lips. Like she was privy to information she had no need to know…She probably was, “Something wrong, Speck? Do you have something better to do?” Well no but actually yes. Someone better to do was a more accurate statement.

Your eyes narrowed at her for a moment sensing that somehow she knew, or at least suspected. Shit, had Soap gotten to her as well? Suddenly she gestured for you to follow her, “Play it like you did Labeeb. Relay my questions to her and, what was it you called it last time? Playing your role?” You gave her a slow nod at the questioning tone and she smiled before continuing, “I’ll let you go about it how you see fit. Just get me the information I need.” You followed her out of the observation room, so you did have a real reason for being here then even if you didn't like it. She was using you, that’s fair though, you were a tool. The point of the spear, or at least that was what the Navy had taught you. You stopped as she did in front of the door of the interrogation room, “And I’ll be in there with you, so no going off the rails this time.”

Oh just fuckin great. So now you get another pair of eyes looking over your shoulder. When were people going to learn to just let go of the leash when it came to you? You watched as she typed in her code for the door before she turned the knob. She paused though holding it closed as she turned to look back at you for a few moments with her brows raised expectantly and you finally sighed and nodded, “Yes ma’am. I will stay on the train tracks this time, alright?”

Her smile was pleasant enough as she pushed open the door with a nod. You added in your own thoughts though this time, 'Not like you could understand me if I didn't though.' A hint of that rebelliousness that had made you such a talented leader when you were still a SEAL peeking through your thoughts even as you fought to smother it. Just get the job done, Speck, no need to complicate shit. It was already complicated enough. “Sitz, Cerberus, bleib,” you whispered quietly to the dog, watching him take a seat beside the door before you followed the CIA agent inside.

When she stepped inside though not only did your attitude completely change, hers did as well. You stayed behind Laswell until she broke off to take a seat in the chair across from the woman and her son. As she sat down though you stayed behind the middle aged woman, just out of sight, her young son sitting in her lap with her arms wrapped protectively around him. His back rising and falling slowly as he slept in her arms.

Your jaw tensed at the sight. It had been nearly impossible to look at them the first time you’d taken those women and their children. Now, to look at this sleeping boy wrapped up in his mother’s arms, how did Laswell expect you to make it through this. Especially after you’d unwrapped all those emotions and memories with John and exposed your vulnerability once more. Hell just seeing that kid’s small body made your chest hurt, like an elephant was sitting directly over your heart and refusing to move. There was no way you were gonna make it through this, fuckin hell.

No, Speck. Not now, you had a job to do. You’ve done it how many time before? Just one more time, that’s all you needed. Just one more time and this was all going to be over. So do it. Laswell’s voice sounded first from the table as she addressed the woman, “Munisa?” A dark set of eyes lifted from the table she’d been watching studiously to look directly at the blonde woman in front of her. She didn’t seem to notice there was another person in the room yet, that was fine though, it gave you time to come to terms with your own thoughts. To put your own demons at bay and get your head back on right.

She was definitely one of the women you’d held captive for four days. Jesus fucking christ you couldn’t even look her in the eyes. Hell you could barely even look at her reflection and she still hadn’t even noticed you were there. How was she going to react when she did notice you? Her voice as she spoke made your brows furrow for a moment. She wasn’t hoarse anymore, she was recovering at least. Fuck, get it together Speck. That hadn’t been you, that had been a role you had to play. Quit thinking about it. The past is the past. Three foot world idiot. Play this role now and you never have to look at her again. “No English,” her tone was unsure and cautious, almost distrustful. Still you stayed silent, no need to draw attention to yourself before you were ready.

Laswell nodded quickly to the woman before she answered in English, “I know you don’t speak English. I’ve brought a translator.” You relayed the blonde’s words in Temne, a Niger-Congo dialect. The woman visibly tensed the moment she heard your voice, her shoulders and spine going rigid in the chair. Hell even her arms tightened around the little boy, pulling him tight to her chest. The reaction only made your gaze fall from her reflection, trying to forget what you’d done to cause that and failing miserably. There was no forgetting what you’d done, just get through this.

Your eyes slid back up just as her dark hues darted up to find you in the one way glass, her eyes going wide even as you watched her breathing start to quicken. Oh yeah, she definitely still remembered you. No doubt about that. Somehow you managed to keep away any visible reaction the moment you knew she was watching, and even your voice stayed steady as you translated the agent’s words to the woman. You had done your research on her before you’d met her the first time. Originally she had been from Sierra Leone, in particular the northern province. And as she eyed you, you saw the fear that so many innocents felt when they saw you. She was not the first person to fear the sight of you though, and she likely wouldn’t be the last.

Her hands were near shaking now as she hid her son’s face from your gaze. “Get him out of here. I don’t want that devil anywhere near my son again.” She spoke to Laswell but she couldn’t communicate with the American. Her words were frantic, but there was no meaning there. You watched her as she tried to get it across in Temne, but the blonde woman merely furrowed her brows and looked up at you as if she was oblivious to what you had done to cause the fear in those eyes. As if she couldn’t see terror hidden in those dark, inky pools. Hell Laswell didn’t know though. Sure she could make a good educated guess, but she didn’t really know.

Since you didn’t know the extent of her English you maintained the role even as you spoke to the CIA agent across from her, “She is afraid of Americans, ma’am. This woman does not wish to be corrupted by your country’s loose morals.” Your accent had obviously been from the deep south just a minute ago when you were talking to Laswell outside. Now though it was obviously more local. Not quite recognizable to any particular region, but it was certainly as far from American as one could get. That skin was now shed and you’d slid into a new one, one that had your gaze darkening in a silent threat at her. Play the role and get this shit over with.

Shifting your gaze back down to the woman, you listened as Laswell spoke again, “Tell her not to be afraid. We only wish to ask her a few questions and then she will be free to go.” You nodded slowly and you weighed the words in your mind. Wondering how you could put this without relaying Laswell’s exact words. How to construe the meaning to further your own cause? A silent moment passed as Munisa glanced up at the glass and then back to the blonde woman waiting to hear what she had to say on what was almost certainly bated breath.

Finally you settled on, “We leave when you answer our questions. She can’t understand you, and if you try to tell her something that I don’t like…” Your words trailed off as you watched her in the glass, her eyes darting nervously back and forth between the blonde’s sky blue eyes and your own hues. Munisa started to shake her head slowly, about to refuse to cooperate until you said again, “You know what I am willing to do, think of your son.”

Dark pools flicked down to her son as her grip tightened on the sleeping form clutched in her arms once more. Laswell’s head tilted curiously as she looked up at you wondering what it was you had said even though you were sure she understood the gist of it all. When she looked back up at the blonde woman there was a look almost of acceptance in her eyes. There was nothing she could do but cooperate, not without risking her and her son’s life. The American woman had played her cards right once more. She had used you once again to her own gains, your past which was darkened with the blood of the innocent aiding in her quest to hunt down Al-Mustafa.

Munisa sat a little straighter, her arms still wrapped around her son as she pulled him down into the safety of her bosom. Finally she spoke again and you listened as she did her best to project confidence into her voice, “I will answer her questions. Do not touch my son, you demon.” Under any other circumstances you might have laughed, you definitely would have smiled, but not here and not now. She deserved respect and you wished you could have given it, but it wasn’t your place.

Turning your eyes to Laswell you finally stepped around the table, taking a seat beside the blonde as you translated simply, “She will answer your questions. What do you want to know?” Your eyes narrowed when you noticed the woman across from you swallow hard, she understood that, or some of it at least. You’d have to be careful with your words both in English and in Temne. When you looked back to Laswell you could see the recognition in her eyes as well.

Good. That meant you wouldn’t have to police her words as well. The American woman sat forward then, the file in her hands hitting the table now as she began the interrogation in earnest. “You are the wife of Amaan Al-Mustafa, correct?” You translated for the woman as she gave a slow, cautious nod in the affirmative. “Munisa I need for you to answer me verbally for my records,” again you translated Laswell’s request.

The woman sighed before she gave another, firmer nod and answered, “Yes I am one of Amaan al-Mustafa’s wives. He has two others, but I am his first wife.” It took you a moment to translate the words in your mind. The Niger-Congo dialects were so hard to work through sometimes considering they weren’t actual languages themselves, rather they were just different ways of saying certain words. It made your thoughts pound as you sorted through what she had said, taking a few moments as you stared at the woman now sitting across from you. Both women’s eyes were on you now as the silence began to stretch on, neither really understanding why you still weren’t saying anything. Munisa even went so far as to pull her son closer to her as she watched you, afraid she might have said something that you didn’t like.

Finally though you managed to give Laswell a translation, telling the blonde, “She is only one of al-Mustafa’s wives. He has two more.” Quickly your eyes darted to the darker skinned woman who met your gaze for only a moment before shooting her eyes down to the tufts of curly hair that her son sported. “I believe the other two are named Reema and Raita, they are sisters.” At the mention of the other two women you saw a momentary chink in her carefully created exterior. It wasn’t that much different than your own carefully constructed armor. Your eyes narrowed for a moment as you watched her before you asked her, “What is it? Are you holding out on us, Munisa?” Her jaw tensed as her mouth pressed to the soft, wiry curls atop her son’s precious head.

She started to shake her head, but when she glanced up to find your cold gaze she stopped mid shake. Had her head and neck not been covered you knew you would have seen her throat bobbing as she swallowed. Oh yeah she was definitely holding onto a piece of information, and it was your job to get that information no matter what it took. Sliding the chair back slowly you stood up, stepping around the table to sit on it beside her. Close enough that you could have reached out to touch her if you were so inclined. More importantly though you were closer to the boy now, she jolted at the change and immediately shifted the boy to her other shoulder.

It was a futile attempt to keep him away from you. Your brows knitted together in annoyance even as the little boy began to finally stir from his sleep after his mother had moved him so abruptly. Fuck, just stay quiet kid, please don’t do anything stupid. You couldn’t hurt that kid, no matter how much you tried to bluff and scare her, that was a line you couldn’t cross. It was a line you would toe but the idea of hurting that little boy was hitting too close to home.

Your own son hadn’t been much older than him when you’d last seen him. The memory of holding him as a baby still sat so close to your heart there was no way in hell you’d ever be able to bring yourself to harm the little boy in front of you. Your two kids were the only light you’d gotten from your marriage with Rachel. They were truly the only reason you’d ever even married her and stayed married. How could you put that behind you and harm this innocent child? You couldn’t.

When a pair of chocolate brown eyes lifted to find your face it felt like you were frozen. Hide it, don’t let her see it. If she sees the weakness you will lose every bit of leverage you had over her. She will know. Role, play your role, that’s it play the role. A smile lifted the corners of your mouth, but it never reached your eyes. Laswell stayed silent behind you, a faint memory now as you slid comfortably back into the skin she’d put you into. “Tell me what you’re hiding Munisa,” still her eyes stayed on the table in front of her, not able to bring herself to find your eyes.

She diligently stared back at you, even as her son whispered, “Mommy? What is-'' The woman stopped her son from speaking, trying to pull the boy back down to her chest as she did her best to keep him quiet. The child struggled in her arms though, rarely did children know what was best for them. He pushed himself up off his mother’s chest as you and Laswell both watched her struggling to control the child. Munisa was nearly frantic now as she fought to hold onto the boy. This was about to get out of hand, it was time to intercede. Time to get this over with.

You pushed up off the table and your hands slid underneath the boy’s arms, lifting him off his mother’s lap. The panic in Munisa’s eyes then was obvious, her entire body freezing in her chair. Halfway between standing and sitting with one hand braced on the table and the other on the back of the chair. You held the boy in your arms, narrowing your eyes down at her for a moment before you turned to look at the wide eyed child in your arms. He too was frozen as his gaze darted back and forth between you and his mother. Something that wasn’t quite fear but more like caution in his eyes now. “Munisa,” the woman finally seemed to breathe and forced herself to sit back down in the chair, “What are you hiding?”

Even as you held the boy in your arms she was quiet. There was no chance in the world her loyalties for al-Mustafa were stronger than her protectiveness over her own son. Your gaze shifted back to the boy in your arms who was still watching you with a cautious look, “Your name is Umair yes?” You couldn’t even help the softness that came through in your tone. It only seemed to add fuel to the woman’s fear though. A snake whispering falsities to her son. The little boy nodded in answer then and you gave another soft smile that you somehow managed to keep out of your eyes again.

Moving with the boy in your arms behind his mother and towards the door you felt the woman’s eyes on your back as you moved. Stopping at the door you put a hand on the handle before asking, “Do you like dogs, Umair?” The child in your arms nodded again, the caution beginning to melt away now, and you started to open the door, “Would you like to meet my dog, Umair?” He gave you an excited nod then, nearly vibrating in your arms with expectation. But when you pulled the door open and started to step out, looking down at the dog who hadn’t moved an inch from his place, there was a gasp behind you.

Your eyes shot back to the woman who was standing up now, about to move in your direction before Laswell grabbed her by the shoulder and stopped her. “Stop, please don’t take my son. I-” she stopped herself again, almost as if it was a trained response. It probably was, al-Mustafa always did strike you as the rat bastard type even before you even knew what he looked like. “I can-” again she stopped, seeming to debate with herself but when you looked away from her down to the dog at your feet, the panic seemed to overwhelm whatever block was stopping her from speaking finally. “I can give you Amaan!”

The moment that name came out of Munisa’s mouth, bright blue eyes shot up to find you, waiting for the translation even though she already knew what it was the woman had offered. Cerberus’ head was in the door now, looking up at you with his head tilted. Even he was a silent threat, a monster that this woman had seen the last time she’d been under your control. “She said she’ll give us Amaan,” Laswell nodded slowly and looked towards the woman as you asked her, “How can you give us Amaan? I need a guarantee, Munisa.” Her mouth opened for a minute, her eyes darting between you, her son, and the American woman beside her.

It took a few seconds before she managed to answer back, “He…He is…Amaan will be with Reema and Raita and I can find them for you. I swear it. You dismantled all his contacts in the country, they are the only other people he knows here who aren’t dead. He sent them to a different warehouse with their children, it’s why they weren’t there when you assaulted the building.” You watched her carefully for a few seconds before you glanced down at Cerberus and motioned for him to follow you inside the room. Closing the door you looked at the boy with his wide brown eyes and took a step closer to the woman.

You stopped though when your eyes narrowed, “What do you mean you can find them? Do you not know where they are?” The dark hues flicked back and forth between Umair and you, relief obvious on her face now that you weren’t actively trying to leave with the boy.

Munisa took a moment to compose herself before she finally answered you, “They, well we, all have microchips. Amaan knows where we are at all times. It’s how he found us at that safehouse with the man.” What the fuck? “And I can access that for you, I will give him to you. Just please, do not hurt my son. He is innocent.” Well that was the truth. The poor boy never should have been caught in the middle of this, hell she never should have been caught in the middle of this either.

Wait. Back it up for just a moment. “You are microchipped?” She nodded, your eyes slid over to Laswell where she was still holding Munisa by the shoulder. Quickly you relayed the information to the blonde woman, your stare hardening as the American lost her composure for a moment, seeming almost shocked by the revelation. You certainly were. That man treated them like fucking dogs, hell he treated them more like cattle than dogs. At least most dogs were treated halfway decent.

You’d seen the scars that marked that woman’s body beneath the layers of fabric covering her. God you hated him more than you hated even yourself probably, and that was hard as hell to do. Laswell jumped back into the conversation then, well the interrogation anyway, “Ask her how to access the locations. And ask her where the microchips are located, we need to remove them as fast as possible.” You took another step closer before relaying the questions to the dark skinned woman.

She sighed and her hand settled near where the bone of her hip would have been. No wonder you hadn’t seen it the first time. Yes you were a monster, however you were far from that kind of monster. “I need a computer to access the locations.” You relayed the information to Laswell who was quick off the block. Her phone appeared in her hand with a flick of her wrist, like a magic trick you'd seen from that traveling circus guy one time when you were a kid.

Laswell typed out something quickly before looking back up, "Give the boy back. I will handle the rest, Speck. Be ready to go soon." Your eyes shifted to the boy who was starting to squirm in your arm, your shoulder beginning to ache with the weight of him there. You still weren't healed all the way and you'd nearly forgotten about it until just now. After you'd been holding this precious, young child for long enough to make Soap's stitches sting where they were holding the skin together in your arm.

Munisa's wide eyes still looked between you and her son, her hands raised out in front of her, a pleading look in her eyes. "Yes ma'am," you managed to get out before shifting the boy in your arms and holding him out. The woman snatched the child from you, pulling him into her chest as she hid his face away from you again. Cerberus' weight leaning against your still healing thigh was all that kept your mind from wandering now. The only thing grounding your thoughts.

Lifting your chin you stamped a look of pure neutrality on your face and stepped back, pushed the handle down, and left the room in stride. The guard standing at the door glanced at you for a quick moment before muttering, "Good evening, sir." Their back was stiff, their arms stuck to their sides as they stood at attention. You gave a simple nod to them even despite your own feeling of what you could only describe as exhaustion. It wasn’t in you to be rude to someone who didn’t deserve it though, not when you weren’t having to be ‘Speck’. Thankfully a nod seemed to suffice as their eyes returned to the wall across from them.

Cerberus’ weight against your leg drew your eyes away from them, seeming to pull you out of your raging thoughts once more. God you hadn’t seen your own kids in two years, nearly three now. Turning down the hallway and walking mindlessly through the maze of corridors you couldn’t stop your wandering thoughts. Emma would be almost twenty-one now, a junior in college. Well she might be graduating early actually, she’d mentioned that the last time you’d spoken to her. God that’d been such a long time ago now. Hell Logan was almost eleven now or wait…

You pulled the phone out of your pocket with what was almost panic as you checked the date. Fuck. He’d turned eleven already, two days ago. Yet another birthday that his father had been absent from. A twist of pain churned your stomach at the revelation. You couldn’t even manage a simple facebook message to your own kid? Rachel had been right to call you a deadbeat father. What was it she’d said again? “Just like your real dad, should have known.” A sigh left you as you navigated through the phone, adding the one app you actually used. The last string of connection you actually had to your children and your family back in the States.

Putting in your login you scrolled through your ex-wife’s page, looking at the latest pictures from Logan’s birthday party. His light brown eyes brought out your own smile, even as you continued to feel that ache deep in your gut. A knife of pain you couldn’t escape even as you pressed the button to turn the screen off and shoved the phone back into your pocket. Never should have agreed to get close to Munisa’s boy, never should have opened that damn app, and you never should have even tried to pretend you were straight. All of this heartache could have been avoided if you’d just been truthful with yourself back then.

One hand was on the head of the big Dutchie beside you, the other shoved into the pocket of your pants, finger running against the corner of the phone absently. Your eyes were glued to the tiles passing underfoot. You were so engrossed in said tiles that you didn’t even notice the approaching man ahead. Not until you ran smack into him anyway. A solid chest slammed against your own, jolting you out of your quickly deteriorating thoughts. Your gaze shot up to those almost too familiar ocean blue eyes before you blinked once and took in the sight of him.

His head tilted curiously as he watched you, a firm grip finding the bone of your hip as he steadied you, "Everything ok, love?" Not really but it was nothing he needed to worry about, and nothing that could be fixed by simply talking about. You'd abandoned your children to be here, abandoned your family so you could risk your life over here. There was no fix, nothing he could do, so as far as he was concerned…

"Yeah, I'm good. I's just thinkin," that seemed to spark interest in those eyes. Shit. Should've just left it at, you were good. Say something before he asks, if he has to ask you won't be able to lie about it. The furthest you can get from what you'd just done and what you'd been thinking about, "Bout you." The curious brows lowered and a small smile softened his features.

And like magic your own thoughts began to shift and your tight, nervous smile began to loosen and mirror his own softness. Just the idea of thinking about him turning you into a nearly giddy mess. Your mind wandered to how you'd left him, disheveled and wanting, with your picture within arms reach of where he'd been on the bed. "How'd you like that picture?" A knowing grin found your face when his cheeks started to go red beneath that brunette beard, his eyes darting down the hall as he pulled away from you.

His hands settled on his hips as he watched you for a moment before he sniffed and lifted one hand to wipe nervously at his nose. The same hand smoothed down over his mustache and then scratched at the hairs along his jaw. Damn, that’s what you wanted to do. Just run your fingers through those short hairs that always felt like pin pricks against your skin when he was kissing along your exposed flesh. When you ran your fingers through them though it always felt so soft, so soothing, like when he held you close enough you could feel his heartbeat like a soothing melody against your cheek.

A deep voice jolted you from that dangerous train of thoughts, drawing your eyes up from where you’d been watching his hand running through his beard and back to his blue depths. When you gave him a questioning tilt of the head he did a poor job suppressing his smirk before he said again, “I loved that picture, sweetheart.” He nodded his chin down the hall the way you had come, beckoning you to follow him. Quickly you fell into step beside him with Cerberus at your hip. The small, knowing smirk should have annoyed you but instead it only drew you closer. It made you want to kiss it away. Now there was a thought.

John may have gotten to have his fun but you’d been called away to do some less than enjoyable things. Now that he was here it was all you could do not to jump him in this fuckin hallway. You’d always thought that maybe it was just because you had some good self control, or at least a modicum of self respect. Yeah that was a blatant lie. You’d just never been completely head over heels infatuated and attracted to someone else.

The brunette beside you had completely unraveled the idea you had begun to believe that maybe you just truly weren’t attracted to anyone. Like you’d put yourself above those kinds of feelings. Sure there had been McCann but you’d never acted on those desires and even that had taken years to grow into something more than friendship. Whatever this was with John it was burning hotter than the sun and you knew it was going to consume you if you weren’t careful. Hell, let’s be honest, it was already consuming you, the only option now was to just ride it out and enjoy.

“Are you listening to me or are you still thinking?” Again the man beside you jolted you from your thoughts. Son of a bitch you’d gotten distracted again. You shot him a quick look, finding him already watching you as the two of you took a turn towards the squad room.

Taking in a breath you lifted your chin and offered him an apologetic smile, “Sorry bout that, John.” He shook his head about to say something along the lines of ‘Don’t worry about it,’ or ‘It’s ok, love.’ You didn’t give him the chance though, quickly saying, “I’m listening now though. You’ve got my undivided attention.” You leaned towards him as you walked, your shoulder brushing against his and your lips nearing his ear as you added, “I promise, angel.” The flush in his cheeks, which had finally begun to recede, returned in an instant and he smiled a bit wider, clearly still enjoying the name you’d given him.

There wasn’t a chance in hell you were about to let him think that you didn’t care about what he had to say. You’d been on the receiving end of that for twenty years, you knew how that felt. No one deserved that shit, especially not him. This man deserved the world and you’d give it to him if you could.

He stopped outside the squad room and put in the code for the door before he pushed it open and repeated himself, “Laswell texted me and said we had new intel finally. I’m guessing you had something to do with that, eh?” You gave him a quick nod in response as you followed him into the squad room. At least you didn't have to nearly kill someone to get the information this time.

The squad room was devoid of the others, either they were on the way or they hadn’t gotten the call yet. That was fine, you didn’t want to deal with all of them right now anyways. You’d had enough of their bullshit for one day already. John didn’t even know that they all knew. Fuck, they all knew. You really should tell him that they all knew exactly what both Soap and Ghost had seen in their Captain’s bunkhouse. God that was gonna be a hard conversation to have to say the least.

Not right now though. John still wasn’t done talking, pay attention, “I didn’t think you’d have time to go back to my bunkhouse so I went ahead and fixed the shirt back how you had it. Everything’s inside it and I locked the door, it’ll be safe in there.” This man was a fuckin dream, no one deserved him, especially not someone like you. God he was perfect.

John slid a key into the lock of the door to his office before he opened it and led you inside, “Laswell was about to call all the boys in, probably within the hour, anyway.” Again you gave him a quiet nod to show you were listening, unsure how else to engage in the conversation. It was still weird having someone trying to talk to you rather than just talking and expecting you to listen. You felt almost like you were navigating a minefield of what to do and what not to do. Except you had the overwhelming feeling that Price would never explode at you the same way that your ex-wife would have.

You didn’t notice the quiet look he leveled at you, concern riddling his expression for just a moment before he hid it when your eyes found him once more. “You sure you’re ok, love?” A simple nod and smile were all he received in answer before you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Just smile and nod and eventually he’ll believe…right?

He leaned back against the desk, his hands bracing on the edge as he fixed you with a narrow eyed look. Well damn. Yeah he wasn’t believing your smiles and nods anymore. You’d been quiet for too long and he was on to you. Speak, now, or he’ll drag this shit out of you by force, “I’m fine, Price.” That name had him shifting against the desk, his face going blank as he receded into his own thoughts for just a quick moment before you managed to add, “Kinda disappointed I didn’t get mine today since you’ve been keeping me so well satisfied but other than that I’m just…peachy.” You couldn’t help the small smile that turned up the corner of your mouth at that. He didn’t understand it, but you did, and it served to make the heartache just a bit lighter.

A bandaid over the emotional pain you’d just been fighting so diligently to hide from him. The hint of a smile on your mouth, what had been a mask moments before, was now turning more genuine by the second. Even if you didn’t truly feel it at first just pretending seemed to go a long way as you focused on the brunette and the expression he wore which was quickly becoming more and more flustered. God he was adorable, he was everything you’d never experienced before, and he was quickly becoming the only source of happiness in your otherwise lonely and dull life. Shit.

John huffed and shook his head, his hands releasing the edge of the desk and they were about to cross over his chest before an impulsive thought shot through you. Your hand reached out and took his of its own volition, without even consulting with your mind for its opinion. You held the weight of it in your palm, your eyes tracing the lines along the back of his hand, the faded scars and the popping veins and the dark hairs that covered his skin like a fine dust. It was an experiment with the feel of both of your calluses rubbing together, the rough texture of dry, well-used hands running across one another. It was a foreign feeling to hold another person’s hand, especially a man’s, but it felt…good. Warm. Heat seemed to radiate off every part of his body, warming what you hadn’t even realized was ice in your veins until just now.

The open wounds of your soul stitched together merely by his presence alone. A balm for your aching soul with the addition of his touch. It was a soothing sensation that you usually only felt running over your thighs and hips when the both of you were naked and panting and needy. Now though, with it running against the worn and torn skin along your own palm it wasn’t nearly as sensuous, but damn if it didn’t feel ten times more intimate than anything you’d had with him recently.

Hell it was reminiscent of the first night you’d met this man who was changing your life one step at a time. When you’d been sitting on his couch and he was doing everything in his power to keep you wanting for more from him. It wasn’t like you’d never held hands before, it wasn’t a foreign concept to you, but his was the first you’d ever actually wanted to hold before and been able to hold without the possibility of guilt or shame swallowing you whole like a pit in the earth. There was truly never any shame when it came to John Price, not unless you were the one making it anyway.

Swallowing hard, your gaze shot up, looking up at him beneath long eyelashes to find him watching you with a quizzical expression. Curious as to what you were doing, but obviously pleased to be the one you were doing it with. You couldn’t blame him, it was doubtful you’d have done this with anyone else but him. Was this what all those old country songs were about, or any song really. Not the slow and sad ones but the other ones, the ones you watched couples dance to at bars. The ones who always made your chest tighten while a longing for something you’d never experienced before rose in your chest.

“What’s your favorite song?” The question escaped you before you could stop it. Your brows furrowed and your forehead wrinkled up at the memory of the pain that sat right at the tip of your sternum where your xiphoid process sat just beneath the skin. It traveled upwards, making your throat tighten almost painfully before you forced it down, still watching him carefully. Though you did release your grip on his hand then, sitting back in the chair with a nervous glance down at your still warmed palm. The scratch of where his calluses had run along the length of your own still fresh in your mind.

Your question must have caught him off guard just as much though because he didn’t answer even when you finally looked back up at him. His face was set in stone, his expression and features chiseled into the wall of granite he’d been carved out of, marred only by the occasional scar and the dark, flat moles that occasionally dotted his skin. It was almost like he didn’t understand the question so he didn’t want to answer, or maybe he wasn’t sure how to answer. It was your turn to be a bit more forceful though it would seem, “I asked what your favorite song was, John. I’d rather not have to ask again.” The ocean hues were boring into you as they narrowed now, his intense gaze setting your face on fire though his mirrored your own. A light flush working its way onto his skin.

Ignore it and he will answer, don’t give into him this time, stay strong. That was probably the hardest thing in the world to do though. Not give in to him? John Price? The man who you literally couldn’t deny anything, even when your life was in danger. Even when he had a gun to your head. It felt like an eternity of this. His blue gaze stuck on your face, eyes watching and examining with deliberate slowness. Almost like he was trying to throw you off as much as your question seemed to have thrown him.

Finally though he cleared his throat and gave you an unsure shrug, “Don’t really have a favorite song, love. Just listen to whatever strikes my fancy at the time.” You leaned over, resting your elbow on the arm of the chair as you watched him now, your hand raising to rest your mouth against the back of the knuckles on your hand. He shifted against the desk again before his arms finally managed to cross over his chest without you impeding their progress this time.

There was a weakness there, you weren’t certain what it was causing it but you could see it. Your relentless gaze picking away at it as he tried to hide it, tried to hide his shifting hips and his gaze that would flick away for half a second before finding yours once more. It was barely noticeable, almost like it wasn’t happening at all. Had you been of weaker mind and spirit you might have believed that it wasn’t, that it was your mind playing tricks on you.

At least up until he sighed and muttered, “Quit looking at me like that.” Huh? Your face lifted back up, hand dropping to hold onto the arm rest. You tilted your head curiously. He finally couldn’t help it, his mouth splitting into a smile as he said simply, “Don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?” You shook your head in answer and he relaxed finally, you could see the muscles untense and his posture slouch just a bit, “Feels like you’re interrogating me. Mind not doing that, Speck?”

Your face broke out into a wide grin then, “Oh, is that what’s got ya all shifty and flustered?” John huffed in amusement and shook his head. His fingers were still digging into his biceps though and when they tightened you knew you were right. “Just tell me whatcha like to listen to, angel.” His mouth tightened into a thin line, his eyes shutting for just a moment as he controlled some kind of urge.

Of course you didn’t know why he was controlling it but maybe he just wasn’t in the mood, or maybe yall didn’t have the time. Whatever the reasoning was didn’t matter though because he finally gave in, his voice dropping almost a whole octave as his gaze landed on you once more, “I like a little bit of everything. Ever since that night we met though I’ve been…” He stopped and watched you for just a moment before he asked, “Why don’t I just play it for you, eh love?” Oh now that was interesting. You couldn’t help but sit forward in the seat at the offer, a nod signaling that yes he most definitely should just play it for you.

He fished in his pocket for his phone as you stated quickly, “I haven’t heard any good music in years. Most I’ve gotten the privilege to hear was some damn elevator music during my time in the UK.” You smirked a bit at that, it wasn’t a humorous smirk though, it was one almost of disdain for the financial situation you’d found yourself in over the past few years. There was a quizzical look in the other’s eyes before you shrugged and gave him an easy smile to ease what you took almost as worry from him, “I can’t afford any of those apps and I haven’t been back in the US for a while. And any music out here I can’t really enjoy, not like the music back home. I’m too worried I’m about to get shot in the head every damn second I’m outside the wire. And the music’s good, but it’s not…It’s not what I grew up with, ya know?”

John’s hand lowered slowly with the phone still in it, the heavy phone finding the desk beside where he was leaning against it. You held up a finger though, glancing to the side in thought before you corrected, “I take that back actually. Soap was kind enough to serenade all of us in the showers when we got back. So I have heard that ‘music’ if you can call it that.” Your eyes darted back to his face to find his soft little smile, a pleasant reminder of the good that surrounded you when he was near.

The Brit chuckled a bit and nodded, “I can imagine. That’s why I always get in and get out as fast as possible. Anything to avoid listening to Katy Perry and Celine Dion on a loop. Kid has a set of lungs on him. I can tell you that.” Your smile turned genuine once more and you gave a short laugh. John’s smile widened and he leaned forward, grabbing your hands before hauling you out of the chair. Widening his stance until your hips were slotted perfectly between his thighs, “What kind of music do you like then, love? Pop? Rock? Or uh I think Ghost likes that loud stuff, heavy metal, you like that?” Your gaze slid down from his eyes to his mouth before returning to those deep pools you could have drowned in, and would have willingly if he’d asked.

His head tilted questioningly before you shrugged and answered, “You mean like when I’m back in the US?” John nodded in answer, his hands snaking around your waist, thumbs rubbing circles against the point of your hip seemingly absent-mindedly. You were anything but. It made your skin run hot, a searing burn running directly up from where he’d planted his hands at your waist and flushing across your cheeks in red hot waves. Swallowing hard you had to force your mind to focus, your mouth opening to answer though for the first couple tries it stayed stubbornly silent. At least until you managed to answer, “Guess I’m a bit of a cliche, John. Country music usually, new and old, I don’t really discriminate.”

John gave a slow, almost appreciative and understanding, nod. One hand slid up your side, on a warpath north. Your shirt caught against his palms and bunched in certain places before it crossed the threshold at the collar. Fingers were sliding over the muscle of your neck before stopping at the line of your jaw, “That’s not a cliche. Just a by-product of circumstance. I imagine it’s comforting to hear the music of home, sweetheart.” His fingers were still resting against your jaw as his thumb ran against the point of your chin. Barely more than a soft swipe over the facial hair that had grown there.

His mouth turned up in a gentle smile before he pulled gently at the hairs there and whispered, “The beard looks good on you.” The fingers holding your face pulled you down towards his mouth, but before you could reach what you so desperately sought he stopped your downward descent and whispered in front of your lips, “I mean it. Looks amazing,” your eyes darted between both of his, seeking sincerity and of course you found it. He was always sincere. John Price did not give idle or false compliments, he sought the truth and he told the truth. Always.

The grip on your chin loosened and he let you finally press your lips to his. Soft and sweet, so much of what you never knew you needed from someone. This wasn’t the ‘tough love’ you were so used to receiving, this was a tender sort of care. His hand slid around to the back of your head, your eyes squeezing shut as you leaned into him. John’s free hand rested at the small of your back, holding you close as the two of you enjoyed one another. You were losing yourself in him, in his touch and the way your facial hair rasped against his.

When he pulled back it took you off guard, leaving your mind feeling as if it was missing a vital piece of itself. An ache starting in your chest as he watched you, until you managed to open your eyes and find his soft gaze. Your eyes glanced down to where your hands were bracing on either side of his hips against the desk. Finding his blue hues once more with your head tilted questioningly and your mind on the verge of annoyance at being stopped for the second time today. And this time it wasn’t even some out of the loop third party, it was the fucker you were trying to…well…fuck.

The hand at the small of your back was suddenly gone as John reached for his phone once more. You hadn’t heard it ring or buzz, what the fuck was he doing? Why were you being left high and dry? What was so damn important on that fuckin phone that he felt it was necessary to leave you wanting?

And then the music started. The annoyance that had begun to appear on your face falling away like the drop of a hat. Your expression went blank as the melody rolled out of the phone’s speaker. You stared down at the screen for a few seconds, the album cover for Cody Johnson’s On My Way To You staring back at you as it played. It was clear you weren’t sure what he was doing, or even how to react as your eyes returned to his face.

John couldn’t help the small smile on his mouth as he set the phone back down on the desk and asked, “This one good? This is your kind of music then?” Your confused expression changed then to almost a bewildered amusement, a short chuckle leaving you before you saw the amusement mirrored in his eyes as well. His hands found your hips again before he stood from where he’d been sitting on the desk, pushing you back a step as he muttered, “I’ll take that as a yes then, love.”

Your arms slipped around his waist as you sighed and nodded, “Yeah John, this is my kinda music.” He gave a satisfied nod, seemingly proud of himself. The lyrics were turned into a whisper, somewhat muted by the snort you couldn’t muffle and the expression on the brunette’s face that you couldn’t quite place. “How did you even get this? You got one of them fancy apps or somethin?” John shrugged as his hands slid a bit further around, his forehead leaning down to rest against yours even as you felt the fingers digging into the flesh of your backside.

It wasn’t completely unexpected when you felt him rock you a bit in his arms, your foreheads pressed against one another and his hands keeping the two of you locked together. It may not have been what you initially wanted but you had to admit, this was just as good. Maybe it was even better, actually. A soft smile found its way onto your lips as you listened to the words playing.

Your eyebrows rose as you suddenly felt his chest vibrate against yours and he hummed along to the song, not quite believing what you were hearing even as he whispered the words, “All the damage done, I was just passin’ time, kinda just passin’ through, on my way to you.” It was shocking enough to hear the Brit singing a country song, it was even more shocking to hear him sounding so familiar and so easily American as he did it.

Brunette brows rose as he watched you during the short silence in between the verse and the chorus. His eyes squinted ever so slightly as he held his smile at bay. The deep voice went quiet as the two of you returned to listening to the song, his arms rocking you steadily though not actually in time with the music. Just enjoying the dancing and the closeness that it brought without having to worry about being on beat.

Lips pressed lightly to your forehead before he pulled you closer, your cheek resting on his shoulder and his chin on yours. Your throat felt tight and only seemed to get more so as you strained to get out the words, “All the boats I’ve missed, all the hell I’ve cause, all the lips I’ve kissed, all the love I’ve lost, I thank God for that, I guess he always knew, I was on my way to you.” In all your life you’d never felt the need to cry so much. Hell you’d never been so close to someone that you felt comfortable doing that. It was an overwhelming sensation though, a feeling you couldn’t hold onto anymore though.

The tears slipped down your cheeks in rivulets, staining the shoulder of his shirt. And as the two of you continued to dance slowly to the music, even as the song changed, you could feel even him relax against you. It wasn’t just you. John was feeling it too. Tears were soaking your shoulder as he found comfort for whatever it was ailing him in your touch. Two halves of a whole that had finally been pieced together to put two of what seemed like the most distanced of people in one another’s path. And thank God for that.

134 notes · View notes

lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years ago

Text

Moon River

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Demigod!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling, do not read if you don’t like it

Words: 1757

Summary: Wherever Luke went, you wanted to go too. Even if that meant foresaking Olympus. You loved Luke more than you loved the gods.

“One of the Apollo girls taught me how to play it! I only know one song, but it’s one of my favorites.” You happily tell Luke amidst the chaos that was the Hermes cabin. Flipping open the metal latches of your guitar case. You didn’t have to worry about putting a lock on it. Even though notorious for being a cabin full of thieves, none of your half siblings would dare try to steal it. You were second oldest among them besides Luke, well respected and even slightly feared. When a newcomer tried to steal your ipod that you had snuck in, you were quick to beat their ass with the closest item by you.

Luke sat across from you, legs crossed as he watched you remove a beautifully crafted acoustic guitar. “Did they give you that too?”

“No. It used to be my mom’s. One other gift Hermes gave to her besides me.”

That was enough to make him grow quiet. He always felt a little jealousy at your relationship with your mom. Far different from the one he had with his own mom. “I’m not much of a music lover.”

“Oof, why are you breaking my heart?” Feigning the wounded tone, you situate the guitar in your arms like the Apollo girl had showed you. “Indulge in me. I practiced hard. Plus this is the song that my mom was playing when Hermes met her.”

“You sure you’re not secretly Apollo’s kid?” He smiles into his palm and leans forward. You knew he would rather be practicing his swordplay instead of listening to you play music. Truth be told, that was what you would be doing too on a normal day. But you were feeling nostalgic and couldn’t help yourself.

“Well, Hermes did claim me. But he could just be covering for Apollo.” You giggle and wink at him playfully. Always worth it when it made Luke’s smile grow larger. He might not have liked music, but you knew that Luke would tolerate anything for you. Perhaps you were a bit cocky in thinking this, but you were probably his favorite sibling out of everyone. And that was saying a lot considering how many kids were crammed into the Hermes cabin. Many were your siblings, the rest were poor kids who hadn’t been claimed by their godly parent. Kids who might never know. The gods were a busy bunch and couldn’t be bothered to lay claim to each and everyone. They were cruel in that way.

You settled in and began finger-picking along steel strings a soft melody that was near heartbreaking. Calmly you let your voice take control of you. “Oh, dream maker” Quickly you flick your eyes up at Luke “You heart breaker. Wherever you’re going I’m going your way.” You kept your eyes trained on Luke, highly aware of your other cabinmates watching you play guitar. It must have looked like you were serenading him which inwardly caused you to blush. It wasn’t your fault that those were the lyrics to the song. Just a coincidence.

Remembering your mother playing the exact song for you years ago made your voice tender. As she was putting you to bed, she would open up the window to let the moon filter in and pull your blankets over you. Next to your bed was a stool that your mother always used nightly to play guitar for you. She’d pull it up to the side of your bed and play until you fell asleep. Riding into sleep with a chariot filled with music. Life wasn’t always easy for you and your mom, but she made up for it with the joy of song. Apollo should have been your father in this regard. Maybe if you were Apollo’s child, then the feelings you felt for Luke would be less blasphemous. No one dated within their cabins since in each cabin everyone was half-siblings.

A spell cast upon everyone, your other siblings listened comfortably as you continued the song you had practiced for so long. You wanted it to be perfect. This was the only song you bothered to learn. It was all you needed.

“(y/n).”

You let out a whine in complaint when someone shakes your shoulder, waking you up from your pleasant slumber. Again a soft nudge jars you.

Crusted slightly with sleep, you grudgingly open your eyes to meet the darkness of Cabin 11. The victim of your deadly glare was Luke, wearing a red sleeveless shirt and black shorts. Those definitely weren’t his pajamas.

“What are you doing up?” Grumbling, you run your hands over your eyes to scrub away the crystallized gunk.

“Get up. I have something to show you.” Luke whispers.

He must be crazy. Like hell you were going to forsake the comfort of your bed to go outside in the middle of the night. Plus you didn’t want to risk the wrath of the Cleaner Harpies who lurked the grounds of Camp Half-Blood, patrolling for wayward campers who should be in bed.

“Can’t this wait until morning?”

“In your song, you sang that wherever I go, you go too.”

“It was just part of the song.”

“Yet you looked at me.”

Sighing in defeat, you lift yourself up. “Alright, fine. Give me a second to put shoes on.”

When you accomplished putting your shoes on, you grab an orange Camp Half-Blood jacket and throw it on; following Luke as he led you quietly outside while everyone else slept. You didn’t dare speak in fear of the Harpies. Obediently you went wherever Luke led you. Staring at his broad shoulders, you think about how much he had changed since the quest that Hermes sent him on not too long ago. The scar wasn’t the only thing that changed him, his eyes just seemed darker to reflect his thoughts. He spoke of the scorn he felt about the failed quest and his resentment toward Olympus. All of this he told you in secret when it was just the two of you. This worried you quite a bit. There was nothing you could say to soothe the hurt that Luke was dealing with. He felt cheated by Hermes, unacknowledged.

It didn’t take you too long to arrive at the Combat Arena, the Greek styled arena where you had trained many times throughout your summers earning scars and bruises that you took pride in. What you were doing there, you had no idea. Luke passed under the archway entrance inside. There in the center of the sand pit, Luke turned to you.

Extra cautious, you look around the stone ledges that served as seats for onlookers.

“So, why’d you drag me out of bed?” You grimace when you feel sand leak into your shoes. You weren’t exactly in proper attire and most likely will have sand particles clinging to your pajama pants.

“Did you mean it? That you would follow wherever I go?”

“Of course.” It was an easy reply. You knew if you asked the same thing of Luke, he would follow you to the Underworld if you asked him. The two of you had that ride or die bond. You were an extension of each other. “Where did you have in mind?”

Luke appeared hesitant before taking steps toward you. The moon bounced on his hair, making it look brighter. In one of his hands was a knife. He slid the sharp edge of the blade across his palm making you flinch. “I need you to make a promise that whatever I say next, you will not tell a soul.”

In the night, the small beads of blood that were beginning to rise on his skin looked black. “A bit extreme, Luke. You’re starting to freak me out.”

He hands you the handle of the knife and you reluctantly take it. Taking a deep breath, you quickly draw the blade across your palm and hold in the his that was the product of the sting. You place your slowly bleeding palm against his, weaving your fingers so that your hands were clasped. You trusted Luke.

It makes Luke smile, the scar on his face softening with relief. And that's when he told you of his dreams. More specifically, who was speaking with him in these dreams.

Your stomach dropped when you learned that it was Kronos who spoke to him. Even if it was simply a dream, it never bode well for anyone if the former King of Titans was speaking with you.

“The gods don’t deserve to be in power. Look how full Cabin 11 is. They don’t care about us. Kronos. . . Kronos has a plan to rise again.”

Fear made you feel colder. “No. . .”

Luke nods. “I’ve pledged my allegiance to him. I’m going to help him with his rise back to power.”

“Luke you can’t! There’s a reason Kronos was cast down. Why he is imprisoned in Tartarus! Whatever problem you have with the gods, Kronos is not the answer. What he represents. . . it’s nothing good.”

He held onto your hand tighter, unwilling to let you go now. “He’s offering us freedom, (y/n).” Voice soft as a feather, Luke pulls you closer and you find yourself lost in his eyes. Tentatively, his free hand lifts and cups your cheek. His hand wasn’t soft by any means. Callused and hard from hours of training each day. You wouldn’t have them any other way. “We could finally be together. Noone telling us it’s wrong. Noone stopping us.”

What he was proposing was indeed crazy. To forsake Olympus and the gods all together for Kronos- no, not for Kronos. For Luke. You couldn’t easily accept his proposition though. What he spoke of was blasphemous. You agreed with his views of the gods. They weren’t perfect. They were neglectful when it came to their demigod children. You felt sorry for the many kids in your cabin. Most of them were there because their godly parent never bothered to claim them.

A life of a demigod meant you were on your own. Expected to fend off monsters that wanted to feast on your flesh. That wasn’t a life you wanted to live.

“I want you to be by my side, (y/n).”

You close your eyes. Luke had been the one constant in your life. You loved him more than you loved the gods. “Okay. Tell me what I need to do.”

You open your eyes just in time to see Luke lean in, capturing your unsuspecting lips in a demanding kiss.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fanfiction #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson and the olympians #reader insert #reader fanfic #reader fanfiction #fanfiction

142 notes · View notes

aliferous-ly · 1 year ago

Note

fae!tango for the swap thing!!!

Tango considered himself a reasonable guy. With so many hybrids in hermitcraft, a person must learn to tamp down on their instincts. And Tango held pride on how he managed to maneuver through social interactions without too-terrible incidents.

(Well -- how was he to know that Bdub's moss wasn't for eating? There was dew on it and everything!)

Regardless, Tango learned to funnel his urges into quieter outlets. Such as filling FalseBeans with fresh copper at every chance he got. It soothed something deep within him, being able to support his friends.

Only… once he wasn't careful enough, and…

"You're the copper fairy!" False exclaimed. Tango jumped, copper tumbling from long fingers, and turned guiltily.

"Who, me? Noooo," Tango said. He waved his hands as a gesture of innocence. "I'm buying copper! Can't you see?"

"Uhuh," False said, raising an eyebrow. "Buying copper. A nearly limitless resource for you. With all those diamonds you definitely have."

"Well, you didn't have to call me poor on top of all that," Tango said.

False laughed. "Sorry. But hey, thank you! I really appreciate it."

Tango meant to say, for what? I'm totally just stealing your copper. My copper farm broke. Or maybe he meant to say, aw, false, no problem! Hermits helping hermits.

Or even, just build something for decked out and call it even!

Instead, what came out of his mouth was an icy cold, "excuse me?"

False's smile slipped as she stopped, startled. "What?"

Tango tried to lasso the offense coursing through his veins to no avail. His ears flicked in irritation. "Excuse me?"

Bewildered, False just stared at him. "I just… thanks for being my copper fairy? That's it? Tango, what…?"

His hackles raised further. Tango released an almighty huff, throwing his hands in the air. Hopeless.

"Whatever. See you around," Tango said, rolling his eyes. He extended his wings and took off without another word. My copper fairy. The absolute audacity of False to assume that Tango did it as some sort of -- some sort of servitude! Like Tango was just there to order around, ohhh look at the faery see him flutter about!

Tango traveled straight to the copper farm. He had half a mind to destroy it, then had a better idea: he would get so much copper that False would beg for more for her shop! She'd be indebted to him, and wouldn't that feel awful, Miss False Symmetry.

He was several hours into grinding copper when he received the message.

[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: meet at spawn village?

[TangoTek[ whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: no

[TangoTek] whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: nether hub, library

[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: alright

Tango entered his astral library and felt immediately right at home, because he was home. This was his space that he built for the hermits, a delightful hub of travel, something that everyone needed. It reeked of Tango's magic in every block.

The uncomfortable buzz in Tango's chest settled somewhat as he entered the bookshelves. He considered building a throne out of copper, but decided that would be a bit much. He still loved his friend, after all. He might lean into being petty for someone else, but not False.

False arrived shortly after. Wordlessly, she set up a small table and chairs before placing a cake in the center.

"This is for you," False said. She smiled, then bowed. "My copper fairy."

Tango blinked. She spoke the words as one might speak to a King.

He examined the cake, then peered at a still-bowing False. The wrongness was righted, and Tango took a bite of the cake. He hummed happily.

"You are forgiven," Tango said. Then he frowned.

He looked at the cake, then gazed at False, who hadn't risen yet. Discomfort plucked at his ribcage. "You're not my servant."

"And you're not mine," False added. She rose to her full height.

Tango winced. "I… know that. I know that."

"Of course," False said calmly. "I should have been more careful."

"Yes," Tango said. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I know you, it shouldn't be an issue."

"Tango," False said pointedly. Tango peered at her from between his fingers.

"I should have been more careful," False repeated. She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Your copper is far better than any other hermits."

"It is, isn't it?" Tango preened, despite knowing that his copper wasn't any different than the other's. "Only the best for Falsey!"

False laughed.

Tango grinned, and that horrible gut-wrenching feeling finally vanished. Sure, he should know that his friends would never call him into servitude. But it felt great to be properly acknowledged.

Tango ate some more cake.

Yeah, it felt pretty great.

#ask games #fae tango #tangotek #hermitblr #IDK i really wanted to write abotu how weird tango would look but this came out instead. lol. lmao even #anyway without his glamour tango looks weird as FUCK #and hes' still short. short in every universe #anyway. i love tango bc he's so . NORMAL. he's so normal guy coded. but he's also just a creature.#so tango being chill vs the fae in him being like bitch WHAT did you just SAY to me?????#i can imagine that he's normally ok with being thanked. false just caught him on an off day #normally he'd just get all huffy and give them the cold shoulder for a bit #here he was a bit more. offended #thank you for the ask!#<3333 #mysnippets

11 notes · View notes

cloudbattrolls · 2 years ago

Text

All Things Grow

Hanabi | Takami Estate | Present Night

Hanabi usually tried to let Jikiro and his social circle sort things out themselves, just as she did with her children fought with one another. It was important for them to learn how to cope with problems, and she had her own life to live, aside from being the Takami line caretaker.

Every once in a while, however, she knew she had to intervene.

Jamie was, at least, outside getting some moonlight. That boy stayed shut up inside far too much, even if his field was technology.

He sat on a chair he had brought himself, one more comfortable than the stone benches surrounding the koi pond, and had his heating pad with him. The cobalt smiled, watching the big fish circle around in the water, his crutches neatly leaned against the nearby bench.

Hanabi was usually more than content to let the kookaburra raise his son, but she had asked his permission and he had agreed she should be the one to speak to Jamie now.

“Hello, Hanabi.” Said Jamie calmly, and she hadn’t even realized he’d noticed her. Then she smiled, turning from her natural tanuki shape into troll form to come sit near him, careful not to disturb his crutches.

“Hello, Jamie.” She said fondly, but sat in silence with him for a minute or so, watching the fish. Then the bird troll broke it.

“Let me guess: you’re here to talk to me about Viltau. Did Jikiro ask you to come?”

He wasn’t accusatory, at least. That was a good sign. Instead he held a reserved sort of curiosity.

She shook her head. “No. I’m here because I want to be.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Go on, then.”

“I want to say I’m sorry.”

He blinked, surprised.

“I have thought about what your moirail said. He is right. Sometimes, I assume ill from you too quickly, even when it is not there. I am not the only one; Jikiro has as well. He will also be giving you an apology, and not only because I have spoken to him. He wants to, he knows you deserve better from both of us.”

Jamie blinked rapidly, a hand to his face.

“Well, that’s very…appreciated, thank you.”

He managed, croaking slightly.

Hanabi nodded.

“I’m here to speak of Viltau as well. But I didn’t come to make you do or say anything you don’t want to do.”

She paused, threading her chubby fingers together.

“I understand if you do not, cannot forgive him for how he has acted. I should have said something. Jikiro should have said something. Still. Even if we had, it would have been pointless, because while we should support you, you must make the first step. You must at least try, not assume there is always mockery and disrespect waiting for you. Otherwise you will become stuck, like a stone in the muck, buried and unable to rise.”

Jamie was silent, his pointy face mostly neutral, the only expression the slight flick of his ears.

Hanabi held the silence, looking up at the moons and stars. She had watched the sky for such a long, long time, witnessing the slow shift of the constellations.

Troll life moved far faster.

“And if I do?” Jamie said softly. “Can I trust him to keep his word, if he promises to stop?”

The tanuki snorted. “You think Jikiro will let him get away with hurting you on purpose? Ha! Never.”

Jamie huffed. “I don’t need Jiji to protect me from everything. But…you’re saying he would take my side if that happened?”

The lusus nodded.

The freckled troll looked thoughtful.

He looked at the fish again, his arms resting on the arms of his chair, thin fingers grasping the wood thoughtfully.

“I don’t want to make him choose between me and Viltau. I know that’s not fair.” He admitted. “But it’s not like Viltau cares about that. I’m sure he assumes Jikiro will take his side, or that he just won’t do anything.”

“You don’t know what’s in his head.” Hanabi scolded lightly. “You haven’t talked to him. You are no mind reader.”

He laughed softly. “No, I’m sure you know what I really am now.”

“I always knew you were psychic! It isn’t so surprising.” She retorted, to which he snorted at.

A soft breeze blew through the night air, ruffling the cobalt’s curls and Hanabi’s gray-streaked bun. He shivered slightly, despite his heating pad, and Hanabi offered one of her magical items: one that warmed an object. He gladly took it and used it on the chair itself as a whole, sighing in relief.

“I gave up my magic for him.” Hanabi murmured.

Jamie frowned in confusion. “What, Jikiro? Of course you did. You gave it up to save him, almost stupidly selfless of you, but I guess that’s what lusii do for their charges.”

“Yes, but not just him. I gave up everything I had except for my shapeshifting so Viltau wouldn’t have to give so much of his life away.”

Jamie paused. “What are you talking about?” He said, disbelieving yet powerfully intrigued, narrow eyebrows knit together, two-tone blue eyes squinting.

“Viltau tried to trade half his life to the ink demon, to return Jikiro from the terrible place he was taken after he fell into Izanam’s trap. I stopped him. We both made our bargains, and he only gave a quarter of his life instead.”

The kookaburra troll’s jaw dropped.

“You gave up your magic for him? Why?” He said in disbelief.

“I would have done it for you too.”

That stopped the blueblood dead.

Hanabi smiled.

“Jikiro has already died.” She said softly. “He died, and I could not protect him…nor could I stop his wrigglerhood from being as painful as it was. But I could have done better. I will do better. No matter how old I grow, I find I am still as fallible as any mortal lusus. Unlike them, I must live with my mistakes forever.”

She stared up at the sky.

“I want my son to have as happy of a life as he can with the trolls he cares for the most. I want you and Viltau to have long and happy lives as well.”

“You think I’ll live like a highblood should?” Jamie whispered. “The doctors said…I might not…”

He looked away. The surface of the pond rippled as a koi almost surfaced.

Hanabi smiled gently.

“Who knows, Jamie? However long you live, I want you to be surrounded by people who love you.”

The blueblood sniffled, wiping at his eyes.

Hanabi got off her bench and stepped over to him, her arms open.

Jamie pushed himself up, wobbly, and embraced her.

He sniffled more, and Hanabi gently patted his back, before he let go and she backed off.

“I’ll talk to him.” He said quietly. “I’ll do my best.”

The tanuki nodded, and turned back into her white-furred form, jumping back up on the bench.

They stayed there, troll and lusus, until the sky began to grow lighter, and the pair of them went back inside to sleep.

#cloud writes #Hanabi #jameth abnale #finally hanabi gets her own viewpoint drabble! good for her

2 notes · View notes

soultoken · 10 months ago

Text

« Yeah. ». No need to tell him she's not in the right mood to be sarcastic —— he'd love to say he doesn't understand her, but he does, oh, he does. The ropes come loose quickly under his fingers, revealing deep red lines on her wrists that only make his heart heavier, and his thoughts just a little darker. He hesitates, staring at them. « Me too. » he whispers softly, angrily. Killing them isn't enough anymore. Be worse. Be horrible. Be the nasty piece of work you keep calling yourself as, you fucking coward.

The thoughts come to an abrupt stop when she tries to stand up on her own. The slightest stagger of Lara has him immediately on his feet, catching her and helping her back on the sit. « Hey, easy there —— » he begins, only to be interrupted by the sounds of alerted guards and feet running through the corridors. One of them is suddenly there, at the end of the hallway. He sees them, and rises his rifle before even thinking, instinct driving him to press the trigger before the time for any question. That same instinct moves John's hand, before the time to really think, no arcane word resounding in the air. Just a sudden wave of energy from the pendant at the flick of his wrist, and the door closes so violently to almost break the hinges, the bullets bouncing harmlessly on its metal surface.

For a moment, he just stays there, the hand stretched towards the entrance, shaking ever so slightly. He didn't really have to think about it. Just an instinct. He just saved them both with the smallest gesture. He feels so... powerful.

« Don't worry, love. »

His voice, too, is so clean, so calm. He takes a step forward, putting himself between Lara and the door. He can hear more people coming from the other side, more yelling and screaming, guns ready to fire. A small army of, what? Five, six people? One single escape route, now unavailable. Yet, for once, he doesn't panic. He doesn't tremble. He feels in control.

« No one is getting in our way. »

One hand rises shoulder level, the palm facing the door, slowly moving back towards himself. The other alight on the pendant, hesitantly touching upon its cold surface; then, suddenly, he takes a strong grasp of it, as if his own life would depend on that object beating, slowly, oh so calmly, on his chest. The wave of energy around him is so strong that the walls tremble. He can hear the mercenaries on the other side of the door suddenly fall quiet for the most fleeting moment, then a cry. He's using it! Retreat! Oh, no. Too late, you filthy bastards. The risen hand suddenly moves forward. It's intoxicating, how he doesn't need any arcane words for the magic to obey his movements. The energy pushes forward like a wave, like a tsunami, breaking the door free from the hinges and throwing it into the corridor, its metal heavy and unyielding, a hammer hitting one, two, three, all of them, all of them at once, sending them flying against the wall with a sickening wet sound. The push was so strong that the door remains stuck into the plaster, unwilling to fall down and reveal the macabre show, only splashes of red around it and heavy drops falling beneath hinting at what it is holding.

John stays still for a long, heavy moment, panting ever so slightly. He blinks as if just waking up, the sudden feeling of bile in the back of the throat making him tense once again, his hands shaking when he forces his fingers to let go of the pendant. What are you doing, John? For the love of God, what the fuck are you doing?

She hates to play this part.

The kidnapped; the prey; the poor little princess to be saved. pr tje trade goods. Especially when she's given that role for something she didn't do, something she didn't have. Just a victim of a story she didn't know she was involved with.

Granted Lara put up a fight, most of the times when she ends up in those kind of situations she takes down a few people with her, but that didn't make the loss and the following torture any less painful - both when it comes to her body and her ego. They didn't even bother asking her too much stuff once they realized that she genuinely had no clue where that... Dark Energy was, whatever it would be. They just left her alone, making her go through a bad few minutes only when she found the strenght to talk back, or the handful times she attempted to escape. The last one led her to actually break free, take down one of her guards, grab his firearm and make sure that a few of those... what were they, mercenaries? Cultists?

...who cares? What matters is that more of them died, and that she got a much worse punishment.

Against all her instincts, Lara just stood there, going from consciousness and unconsciousness in the next few hours, her head light after the beating, the blood loss, and eventually the thirst... at least until John shows up. She frowns slightly as he talks, forcing herself to get a grip, focus on his voice, his touch, his movement.

Refusing to be a passive thing to be saved.

"...sorry. I can't say I'm in the mood for--"

He moves away from her, and she allows herself to take a breather, showing a hint of weakness for the half second he takes to kneel behind her, free her wrist. They hurt more than she thought.

"...sarcastic banther." Lara finishes talking, immediately attempting to stand just to find her arse back on the chair once more, bringing hand to her temples as someone, out there, yells about dead people, an intruder. Good job, John.

"...hope you have a quick escape plan. I can't... wait to lie on a proper bed."

...maybe she is in the mood for a little bit of a sarcastic banther, after all.

#long post //#torture //#intrusive thoughts //#violence //#blood //#gore //#busygirlgcttagc #𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.「 dc / modern. 」

5 notes · View notes

sukirichi · 4 years ago

Text

reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one ✘ two�� ✘ three

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to…?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

taglist OPEN: @sixeyesgojo @bongofrito @7tsumurai @aphnyoturkey @stuckindreamland06 @dogsarenyspiritanimal @thebeardedmoon @lildreamer93 @pizzaspirits @q-the-rockaholic @rogueofbullshit @ladywaifuuwrites @flochsgirl @hamsa-mage @sonic-and-songs @vsvwi @misslovingpearl | bolded users can’t be tagged

2K notes · View notes

tinyyoungblood · 4 years ago

Note

hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

* * *

stay hydrated pals

2K notes · View notes

kingdaddydaichi · 3 years ago

Note

One of my favorite stories I’ve ever read is “Lessons Learned”. So I would like to request something similar with a mixture of Hard dom/ Brat tamer Bakugou ❤️‍🔥 Take it in whatever direction you want, I know I’ll enjoy it however it ends up 😏

@ssplague, bestieeee! Tysm! 🥺💕 I'm sooooo fucking sorry it took me so long to answer your ask! It made me weak the first time I read it! I've got so many other wips I should probably be working on rn, but I finally said FUCKIT! I nEED this in my life rn!

I LOVED writing Lessons Learned - god! It was hard to get through tho. Nearly every time I sat down and started working on it, it always ended the same way and that's all I'ma say rn! 😈

Yes. I see your HardDom!BratTamer!Bakugou and raise you Jealous!Exhibitionist!Bakugou. 💅🏼💋

I hope it's worth the wait...

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

The Performance 💥 HardDom!BratTamer!Jealous!Exhibitionist! Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

Warnings: slight dubcon, Dom/sub dynamic, possessive dynamic, exhibitionism, marking, circle jerk, creampie, absolute filth

Word Count: 2.9k

It was half past 9 when he walked through the door at the well-to-do club where you'd been enjoying down time with some of your friends. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the half-circle booth next to you, putting his warm, athletic arm over your bare shoulders.

"How long you been waitin'?"

"Maybe an hour?"

He looked down, grumbling. "Got here as soon as I could". He glanced at you with his bottom lip poking out.

You propped your cheek on your hand and smiled at him, rubbing his arm. "I know, babe. It's perfectly fine, I understand".

"Ay, Bakubro! You finally made it!", Kiri yelled from across the table.

Katsuki snarled at him. "Yeah! Some of us have to actually work for a living!"

At that very moment, the cocktail waitress stopped by the table to take Katsuki's order and Mina yelled, "Yes please, for the love of god, get that man a drink!"

He growled at her before turning back to the waitress. "Four fingers of whiskey straight, no chaser".

She scampered off and everyone fell into the chatter and laughs they'd been sharing when Katsuki arrived.

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

You were on your way back to the table from the restroom when you felt fingers against your elbow and a voice behind you say, "Hey, (y/n)!"

"Oh hey!" It was a young man a few years younger than yourself who worked in the same office building as you. "Fancy seeing you here". He appeared to be with a couple of friends judging by the prying eyes peering from behind him, smirking.

"I know, right? I've been here a few times, but I don't think I've seen you here before".

"Really? I come here quite regularly and I've seen you here before".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been paying attention".

"Don't worry about it! I just thought I'd say hi this time".

"I'm glad you did! Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here". You waved your fingers at him and started back towards your table again only to see Katsuki's eyes about to burst into flames as he watched you approach.

When you sat down, he leaned in. "Who's he?"

You waved him off. "Just a guy who works in the same building as I do".

"What did he want?"

"Nothing, just wanted to say h-"

"Bullshit". He placed his hand over your thigh under the table. "When a guy looks at a woman the way he was looking at you, trust me baby, he wants something". His large, rough hand squeezed the meat of your thigh beneath it. It hurt and you gripped his wrist in an effort to keep the whine in the back of your throat from escaping. The rest of your party was too close in proximity...at least one or two of them would've heard you. "I don't like it when other guys look at you like that". He dragged his fingers upward, taking the hem of your skirt along with them.

"Katsuki, get ahold of yourself. They're just looking...it's not like they're touching me".

He put his mouth to your ear. "Fuck it. Let 'em look". His hand moved further up your skirt, parting your legs enough that you could feel the cold draft of air against your dampening panties. "It'll just give me every reason I need to show them who you belong to".

His eyes shifted away from yours and you followed them to see what he was looking at. The guy who had just been flirting with you was watching as your husband's hand worked between your legs. His eyes flicked to Katsuki’s whose dark, lopsided, toothy grin spread across his handsome face, pleased that he was making himself clear to the other man that he had already laid his claim on you.

His pinky grazed your clothed, wet slit and you squirmed in your seat, trapping his hand between your thighs hoping it would make him relent. "Stop it, Katsuki", you growled at him.

But he twisted his wrist until he was able to push your panties aside with two of his fingers. He sank said fingers between your inner folds, coating them with your clear slick before curling them upwards to flick them over your hardening clit. You shuddered under his touch as he locked eyes with the other man, making sure he was watching when Katsu raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them both off at once.

You glanced down to see Katsuki's cock pushing against the fabric of his slacks, tight against him in his sitting position. Showing other men that you belonged to him had always put him in a rut. You used the situation to your advantage and knowing he wouldn't follow you with a half, but nevertheless large, erection for everyone to see, you stood up in one fluid movement, turning away from him and strutting to the bar.

As you waited for the busy bartender to take your order, you noticed the rather strapping gentleman who stood beside you, looking down at his glowing phone screen.

"What can I get for you ma'am?"

You looked back at the bartender, who'd finally spoken to you. "Oh, um- (favorite drink)-"

"On me", the man beside you said.

"Yes sir", the bartender said before turning to his task.

You looked again at the handsome man beside you - taller than Katsuki, but he didn't exude quite the same confidence he did. Then again, not many people did.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that".

"I know". He gave you a smug, sidelong look. "I wanted to".

You tried to hide your smile, but fuck. His sexiness could easily go head to head with Katsuki's. You watched his eyes travel from your face down to your toes and back up again. You could almost feel your possessive husband's fiery eyes burning a hole in your back.

You turned to face the gentleman beside you, glancing over at the blond in the process. When you focused your gaze back to the man beside you, Katsuki stood up and started stalking towards you. His dick still wasn't completely soft yet, but he didn't care. He probably wanted the man next to you to see the bulge in his pants, using it to his advantage during the impending exchange at the bar. Not many men had a bigger cock than Katsuki and he knew it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, squaring his hips off at the other man, most likely willing him to notice his size. "Let's go".

You pushed back against him. "Stop Katsu, I'm not ready to go yet".

He locked eyes with the man beside you and put his mouth right up next to your ear. "Would you prefer I fuck you right here on this bar to show everyone who your slutty pussy belongs to? Because I will! You're already wet and aching for my cock, aren't you, pretty girl?"

He was NOT bluffing. You knew your Dom. It had only taken him once before to show you that he was not above covertly pulling his dick out and pushing it inside your hot cunt while standing behind you at a crowded bar, much like the one you were standing at now.

The bartender sat your drink down on a small napkin, but Katsuki pushed it back to him and said, "Oi! Throw this one out and make her another one". He glared at the taller man beside you. "ALL of her drinks are on me, got that?"

He slid two thick fingers inside the plunging neckline of that little black number you wore, carding your hard nipple between them as he rutted his hips against your bottom. "Well?"

A part of you wanted him to fuck you then and there with the other man watching. But you'd never let it actually go that far. "Katsu, please go sit down and I'll be over after I get my drink since I have to wait longer for it now". You rolled your eyes.

He leaned back, his vermillion eyes searching yours until they locked onto the feminine form brushing past your shoulder. He reached out and stopped the cocktail waitress in her tracks, leaning down to her ear, whispering something. Without another word, he calmly walked away and sat back down at the table.

Stubborn as you were, you held your position at the bar. A couple of minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement near the table where Katsuki was seated. The same waitress was now leaning down and whispering in his ear, her lips less than an inch from his face. He caught your gaze and smirked before turning his face towards hers. For a second it looked like he might actually kiss her. You were relieved for about half a second when she stood up and started walking away from him, only to watch him stand up as well and follow her up the stairs into the private VIP area.

Now it was your head that was about to explode. I know he did NOT just invite a fucking cocktail waitress to the VIP so he can fuck her! He turned the tables faster than a cheap hooker turns tricks on the streets of Vegas. You knew how other females looked at him. Hell, males too! That girl was probably 10 years your junior too, barely old enough to be serving alcohol. And now you watched as she led your husband up the stairs.

Drink forgotten, you marched your pretty, indignant ass right up to the 2nd level, ready to snatch a bitch up by her hair only to find Katsuki sitting on the couch, alone.

"Seems you're a petty, jealous asshole too".

Relieved, you plopped down on the couch next to your faithful husband, putting your arm over his waist as he pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

You lowered your head to his chest only to notice once again that his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants. You stroked him through the rough material as he raised up, pushing his erection closer to you, physically begging for more of your touch. You palmed him a couple more times before unzipping his slacks and pulling his cock out. He wasn't fully hard yet, but if you had anything to do with it, he was going to be standing at full attention in less than a minute.

You lowered your head further and pushed some spit through your ruby lips onto the angry head of his dick. He watched as you lowered your mouth and swirled your tongue around the smooth texture of his tip before sinking your lips down around him, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. Not easy, but you're a blow job champ determined to take all of it for the team.

Only a couple of minutes passed by when Katsuki pulled you off his cock. You raised your lusty gaze to see the two men who'd flirted with you standing side-by-side, eyes as big as half dollars at the sight of your tits hanging out of your dress with a fat string of saliva hanging from your bottom lip. Your face snapped to Katsuki who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What the fuck, Katsuki? Why are they here?"

"Because I had them brought here to watch and see under no uncertain terms who the fuck you belong to!"

Your protest was cut short when Katsuki flipped your body around so that you were facing the back of the couch. He pushed your skirt up around your waist and hooked your soaking panties with his thumb, pushing them aside and holding them against your ass cheek. "I suggest you hold onto something, you bratty cockslut!"

"Baby, no, I don't want them to see-". You averted your eyes from theirs.

Katsuki gave his thick cock a couple of strokes before pushing the head against your weeping entrance.

"Katsuki, you can't-". Your words failed you as he sank his meaty cock inside you.

He looked over at the audience of two, who were enraptured as they watched your husband pull himself nearly all the way out before gliding himself in balls deep again. He set a rhythm, making sure that the two guys who'd had the audacity to flirt with you could see the striations of your slick along his length as he fucked you. The younger of the two, the office boy, had been palming himself through his pants.

"Oh my god, Katsu! They're watching us!"

"I know, that's the fucking point!" Maintaining his pace, he looked at them. "You understand now that she's mine?"

Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. Katsuki pounded his thighs against you harder, a sharp clap ringing through all 8 ears. "Answer me!" The taller man's erection was now evident through the fabric of his pants.

"Y-yes, I un-understand", one of them mustered while the other one could only nod.

Katsuki's wet balls were slapping your clit now, and you whimpered "Katsu? Baby?"

He wrapped your hair around his fist, ignoring your mewl. He never broke eye contact with the men who'd made passes at you. "Tell her who the fuck she belongs to".

The younger one had pulled his cock through his open zipper, jerking off his smaller dick with his eyes locked on the point where your body met your husband's.

"Look at her!", Katsuki commanded. Both pairs of eyes met yours, their dry mouths hanging open. "SAY IT!"

They both jumped. "Y-you...belong to h-him", said the younger man who had been jacking off.

"The name's fucking Bakugou! Fucking say it!"

The same guy said, "You b-belong to B-Bakugou!"

By this time the taller man had pulled his dick out too, much larger than that of the other guy, but he still didn't hold a candle to Katsuki.

Katsuki's eyes darted to his. "Say my fucking name!" Your pussy was sucking him hard and his voice nearly cracked.

"B-Bakugou..."

"That's right...Bakugou. It's her last name too, you fucking beta. Don't you ever forget!"

The man's eyes drifted over to your pussy just in time to see the pink ring of flesh around your husband's cock begin an undulating cycle of flexing and relaxing. "Nnn-Katsu! G-gonna cum!"

Your thighs tightened and your hips stopped rocking back against Katsuki's, but the clamping down of your vaginal walls only got stronger as you unraveled around your husband's weighty cock.

He pulled back on the fistful of your hair, still plunging himself deep within your quivering cunt. Smarmy as ever, he looked at the taller man again. "Who does this fucking pussy belong to?"

"Y-you! I-I mean, Bakugou!"

"You're goddamn right it fucking does". Katsuki's groan escaped on the tail end of his words.

You could feel his cock tensing up inside you, such was his size. "Katsu?" Your body had turned to putty as you tried to hold onto what little shred of dignity you had left. "Cum for me, Katsu!", you whimpered.

"Why the fuck should I?"

"C-uz I want y-ou to mark m-e!" Your eyeliner smeared across the leather material of the couch cushion.

"That's a good a reason as any", he said before shifting his eyes away from the small circle jerk and back down to you. "Ah fuck, baby, yeah. I'll fucking mark you alright!" His eyes darted back up to that of his audience. "Gonna make sure my musk saturates you so they can fucking smell me on you!"

Drool seeped from your open mouth against the cream-colored leather. Your tits swayed and your ass cheeks rippled from the sheer force of Katsuki's relentless thrusts.

"Ah fuck, baby, gonna fill you up with my seed! So fucking full of it you're not going to be able to hold it all in!" Katsuki's hips snapped against your ass one last time before locking up, his ass flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, flexing.

The younger man who'd been jacking off whined quietly as he blew his load onto the carpet beneath him.

"Nn fuck", the taller one groaned.

Finished with his orgasm, Katsuki pulled his cock out, bouncing under its own weight. He pulled your hips around to put on display the creampie he'd left behind inside you. The taller man, still tugging on his cock, watched as your pussy clenched, causing some of Katsuki's seed to ooze out of you and drip onto your ankle. That's all he could take and he came rather loudly, his cum nearly hitting you on the first release, such was the power behind it.

Katsuki frowned at both of them. "She's fucking mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Now...get the fuck OUT!"

They barely got their sticky, softening cocks back in their pants before retreating downstairs to no doubt go straight to their respective homes and have existential crises because they just orgasmed while watching another man fuck and cum inside an attractive woman. Porn was one thing, but Katsuki's show of dominance had hit different. And they had to wonder if they were wrong for it somehow.

Meanwhile, your husband helped you pull yourself together at least enough to make it to the car to take you home.

And with the privacy window partially cracked open, the driver was able to watch as Katsuki lapped up both your fresh slick for him, as well as his own seed as it continued to leak out.

#ask and you shall receive #hard dom bakugou #brat tamer bakugou #jealous bakugou #exhibitionist bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugo #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #dynamight #katsuki thirst

372 notes · View notes

father-time-and-baby-new-year · 4 years ago

Note

M-more armin vs eren drabbles please

WC: 3.2k

Title: Melted Candles

Warnings: possessive behavior, cheating, armin x reader x eren, obsession, unhealthy relationships. manipulator armin & toxic eren.

You’re fidgeting with the hem of your short dress that your loving boyfriend bought you, nursing a drink, and half-heartedly scrolling through your phone.

Sitting on the olive couch alone as the musings of a party transpire, you eye the big and colorful banner sporting the words “Happy 20th Birthday Eren!”.

“It’s like Eren to be late to his own birthday party huh?”

A smooth, gentle voice breaks you out of your trance. You turn sideways to face Armin Arlert, a pretty boy with short-cropped blond hair and wide oceanic eyes. He’s all dressed up in a deep grey turtleneck, navy dress pants, and an expensive Omega watch on his wrist.

You must have looked frightened because he chuckles as he takes a seat next to you, a respectful distance away, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Are you having fun?”

“Uh well it’s a surprise party, it’s not like Eren knows he’s supposed to be here.” You have an immediate desire to slap a hand over your mouth after the words spillover. You wince, not entirely in love with the fact that it was your first instinct to defend Eren.

If you had been more observant, you would have noticed the corners of his lips flick upwards in amusement. But Armin is observant enough for the both of you. He notes the color of embarrassment in your cheeks and continues the subject with ease.

“Ah, yeah. That’s right. Eren hates celebrating his birthday, but they're always a good excuse to get everyone together" He pauses before grinning so wide it doesn't look genuine, "-maybe this is more for us than him.”.

There’s an underlying tension in his words you can’t make heads and tails off. It reminds you of how truly little you knew of Eren's very own best friend.

You smile brightly, channeling all the optimism you could into changing the topic: “Everyone’s trying their best today! Sasha did all the catering and managed to leave the cake perfectly alone even though it’s her favorite flavor. She has the patience of a saint today.”

As if on cue, there’s a commotion in the background. Jean yells at Sasha, “Don’t finish all the lemon-pepper wings Potato Girl!”

Armin laughs and it's a pretty sound, a sound that reminds you of a bell chime. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you, knees knocking into yours.

“Yeah, you’re right. Connie's even hosting it, and he let us decorate his man cave."

You look at the streamers and balloons, and Armin follows your eyes.

“You did a great job decorating.”

You blush, “It was honestly a team effort. Mikasa did way more, I promise.”

“So humble”, he teased. As he smooths his slacks, your eyes can’t help but fall on the shine of the silver band on his slender finger, an engagement ring.

“Annie couldn’t make it today?” There’s a flash of a grimace on his face but he schools his features right away.

“She doesn’t really like parties,” he laughs softly, “She’s like Eren in that way.”

“Oh,” you paused. He was clearly hiding something but it wasn’t in your place to pry. You didn’t know much about Annie. In fact, you were a little intimidated by her icy demeanor and arctic eyes. It amused you at first when you learned she was Armin’s partner.

Opposites must attract, because where Annie was the cold seeping into your bones, Armin was a furnace radiating warmth.

There wasn’t much more to say with the conversation heading to a peaceful silence, until his arms lightly touch yours, “I’m really glad you came.”

His fingertips graze the sleeve of your dress.

You flush, “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I didn't come to his birthday party.”

The pretty blond clicks his tongue, “I suppose.” He inhales, thumbs swiping the rim of his glass, “You’re too good for him. Do you know that?”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You don’t have a response ready but Armin continues, “I love Eren of course. Been friends with him since we were children but-” Deep sigh, “I feel like I barely know him anymore. No one knows him anymore.”

In a small voice, you squeak “I do.” But the unsureness of your tone made your words seem like it was a question.

Armin smiles, one that’s filled with mirth.

Boldly, he squeezes your thigh, the flesh right below where your dress ends, “You deserve better.” His oceanic eyes seem darker under the dim lighting.

Why weren’t you moving away? Were you letting his hand itch closer to roaming the softness underneath silky fabric?

You swivel your head around, praying no one is seeing anything. Thankfully everyone was too swept up in their own conversations. As if to soothe you, his hands draw circles on the soft pliant skin, “Don’t worry, no one can see us.”

The ring glints harshly. Admittedly, Eren’s soft-spoken best friend is just a little attractive. You didn’t always think to see him this way, but Armin changed, and all the general anxiety he possessed matured into a quiet confidence.

He reminds you of Eren in that way. But still, you're at crossroads here. Is Armin making a move on you? Is he warning you? Should you even be here right n-

Your internal monologue is interrupted by Mikasa clapping her hands, and then putting a finger on her lips, “We’re going to turn off the lights, ok? They’ll be here in a few minutes. When Eren starts coming in, yell surprise.” Armin hand’s leave your legs, the warmth gone.

“Oy, oy, oy. Don’t we need a signal?” Connie asks, confusion apparent on his face.

“Jesus Connie, if you can’t even figure this out, what are we going to do with you?” quips Jean.

Mikasa shakes her head.

Sasha lightly punches her best friend, “It’s okay Coomer, just follow my lead.”

“How will that work since you’re stupider than me?” The hazel eyed boy asks, voice dripping in concern. “Eh?” Sasha replies with an equally concerned tone.

Mikasa pinches the bridge of her nose, “I’m going to turn the light off now.”

Eren would be here soon. You barely register Armin putting his arm around the couch, not around you per se, but the proximity was close enough to send your heart racing.

In the switch of a light, the room was engulfed in darkness and excited giggles that Mikasa promptly hushed. And then was just the sound of breathing. You could hear yours and you could hear Armin’s.

Softly, the blond uttered, “I’m going to do something I’ve always wanted to do.” You could feel featherlight fingers tilting your jaw, and capturing your pillowy lips.

The doorknob rattled. Soon after, light from the hallway trickled in. A still moment. As soon as the kiss started, it ended. A flash of light exploded before your eyes and a cacophony of people yelling Surprise! rang out.

At the center of attention was Eren Yeager, who...did not look surprised at all. His eyes were not even adjusting to the light the way yours was. A tall redhead accompanied him, someone who you vaguely recognize as Floch.

The birthday boy was clad in a white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top button was unfastened. His dress pants were slim-fitting and black.

The green-eyed boy’s face was devoid of expression. In comparison to his stoic nature, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Wryly Armin says, “Oh look, your boyfriend has arrived.” As if on cue, Eren’s eyes locked with yours.

At that moment, there were too many things to process.

Luckily, Eren was surrounded by a small crowd of his closest friends. You could hear Jean cackle, “Come on! You’re not even surprised.”

You turned your head to face the boy who took advantage of the darkness, a scarlet blush staining your face, “Why did you-?!”

He gazed at you with shining eyes like he had found clarity, not even bothering to feign guilt. With agility only he had, he took your palm in his, “I know you used to like me.”

Blood rushing in your ears, you tear your hands “What are you doing? Eren’s right there. Don’t touch me.” You hissed, scooting away for good measure.

“You didn’t deny what I said.” The blond pointed out calmly, “Yeager is no good for you. He keeps you in the dark about his life and he’s certainly not loyal..”

“I-I can’t deal with this. I never expected this from you Armin.” You shot up from the couch, trepidation filling your nerves, “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to greet my boyfriend.” You uttered the last word with as much hostility you could muster.

Mikasa had her arms wrapped around Eren. Which was fine. They’re best friends. They’ve known each other far longer than you knew him. He thinks of her as a sister.

He thinks of her as a sister.

You walked over, looming behind them. Most of the crowd had dispersed, with only Eren and the Ackerman girl lost in their own world.

What is wrong with you? You scold yourself. You didn’t usually think like this.

“[Y/N]”

Eren noticed you right away, and Mikasa turned around to face you.

“Sorry [y/n], didn’t mean to take so much of his time from you.” The dark-haired girl smiled apologetically.

You could feel guilt gnaw at you, how could you ever suspect her? She waved to Eren, and warmly thanked you, “You did so much of the planning. Thank you.” And before you could reply, she left.

That left you alone with the man himself. “Hi.” You said shyly. He smirked, “Hi babe. Long time no see huh.”

His viridian eyes slowly roamed your appearance, head to toe. You blushed under his stare as they paused longer than necessary on the dip of your neckline, and the expanse of legs not covered by the silk dress.

“So you did all this?” He teased, vaguely gesturing to the string lights, and hanging paper flowers.

He steps closer to you until he’s just a breath away. “Hardly. Just helped out wherever I could.” You whisper.

He hugs you, his tall frame enveloping yours. You feel so safe, pressed against his chest, as his arms compass the slight of your back.

His cologne is your favorite. Subtle, and intoxicating with thick notes of spice. You sniff something else, something overpoweringly distinct.

Still enclosed in his arms, you look up to him, “Did you drink?”

He takes a step back, still wrapping an arm to your waist, “I met up with Zeke. He offered me a drink.”

“Zeke?” You questioned, “You visited your brother?”

Eren was privy to sharing details about his life and you knew virtually next to nothing about Zeke, his half-brother he came recently in contact with.

He kisses the top of your head, and you can feel the loose strands that escaped his bun tickle your face, “It’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

He keeps you in the dark about his life.

“You were cozying up with Armin on that couch, weren’t you?” His tone is light, containing a thinly veiled accusation.

You laugh it off, hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense you suddenly got, “No, no. We were just talking. I was sure I was going to kill myself out of boredom just waiting for you.”

Snuggling closer to him, you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss his jawline, trying to distract him from wavering thoughts.

“Oh?” He asked, “Armin wasn’t entertaining you well enough? Well, he does have a tendency to babble about nothing.”

As he talked, you had a feeling he wasn’t really looking at you, but rather peering straight behind you.

An uneasy feeling fills your lungs, “Um Eren, let’s head to the kitchen. I can fix you a plate. Niccolo did the catering so you know it’ll be really good-”

The tall boy waved your suggestion away, “Not hungry. In fact, why don’t we head over to my best friend? I haven’t talked to him in a while.” You didn't appreciate the mocking lilt in his tone.

Before you could dissuade him, he was already pulling your wrist so you could turn, hand placed on the small of your back, leading you somewhere you definitely did not want to go.

The charming blond was still situated on the couch but this time joined by a woman who was talking rather animatedly. You vaguely recognized her by her chin-length wavy ash-colored locks. Hitch.

“-Annie is so lucky! Jesus, I can’t believe you guys are engaged! And Marlowe still hasn’t worked up the nerve to-”

Eren coughed, asserting his presence. Two pairs of eyes flitted upwards. Hitch sighed dramatically, “Well if it isn’t the birthday boy. The big 2-0. You’re not a teen anymore Yeager. Think you’re ready for the adult world?”

Your boyfriend, who was never one for false pretenses and small talk, ignored her question entirely, “Hello Hitch. If you don’t mind, I would like to catch up with Armin here.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” As she stood up, she looked back and forth between the boys, noting the animosity that seemed to permeate the air as they burned holes into each other.

“Why are the vibes so tense? The energies you two are radiating...is reminiscent of a pissing contest”

Without really intending to, you let out a chuckle, attracting the attention of the three people around you.

Hitch’s eyes softened, “[Y/n], I haven’t seen you in a minute. Let’s go do shots with Mina and Hanna.”

Eren’s grip on you tightened, “She’s staying right here Hitch. Enjoy yourself though”

“Funny, I don’t recall asking you. Your girlfriend can’t speak for herself?”

“Uhm, thanks for the offer Hitch but no thank you, I’m not really in the mood to drink right now.” You chuckle nervously, flashing a big enough smile that will ascertain that everything is okay.

Hitch shrugs, “Suit yourself”, and proceeds to walk away.

“Well, I suppose I have to thank you for driving her away. She’s quite...talkative.” Armin breaks the silence. He addresses you both but his eyes are trained on you, “Back already [y/n]?” An easy smile spreads across his face.

You don't look at Eren’s face to gauge his reaction, but you notice how the hand around your waist squeezes almost painfully. The boys stand up to shake hands. Armin gestures for the two of you to sit but the dark-haired boy waves it away, “We prefer to stand.”

The blond gazes between the two of you questioningly but seemingly accept Eren’s response, “Okay then. Guess I’ll stand too.”

“Where’s Annie? Trouble brewing in paradise?”

Armin’s smile hardens, “Don’t know how you’d assume that. She’s just not here.”

Unease pinpricks at you. You could feel trepidation in the air.

“What a shame. Doesn’t Annie like me?” Eren taunts before delivering a line you didn’t expect, “I recall a time where she liked me much more than you actually.”

Surprise is an understatement for how you feel. You didn’t even want to register the implication of his statement. Did Eren and Annie have a past? You lightly touch Eren’s arm in a hint of a warning, “Eren-”

The blond shakes his head, “You’re really something else, you know? Talking about another woman so brazenly in front of your girlfriend? Are you projecting your insecurity onto me since you know” he tilts his head in your direction, “[y/n] liked me first?”

You fluster immediately, jaw-dropping slightly. It was true. You did have a rather big crush on the intelligent blond boy who sat next to you in a class that bored you to sleep. But there was nothing between you two beyond a handful of platonic study dates from when you were freshmen!

Too many moving variables. He was dating Annie and not being the homewrecker type, tried to squash the interest you had. Besides, you were planning to drop that class anyways, and in a twist of fate, it was Armin who had inadvertently introduced you to Eren.

Also, how did that damn Arlert know and why was he bringing it up today of all days?!

Your boyfriend sneers, “Does that really matter when she’s with me? When she’s dating me. And. Not. You.” He punctures the last words out.

“Uhm, I’m right here-” You finally find your voice, “And I’m not really comfortable with being discussed like this.”

Armin’s eyes find yours, “Of course. Sorry [Y/n]. It’s super disrespectful of me-”

Eren cuts in with words heavier than bullets, “Shut the fuck up. Always desperate to play the white knight in shining armor aren’t you? Your duplicity makes me sick.”

As if sensing an oncoming attack, Eren pivots away from you, creating some distance.

Armin closes the gap between himself and the dark-haired boy and bunches Eren’s collar in his fist, “You don’t know how to treat people, you know that? So full of yourself that you think basic decency has an ulterior motive.”

Eren’s eyes dance with mirth, “There’s always an ulterior motive with you, isn’t there though?”. He forcefully shoves his friend, sending Armin stumbling a few steps backward, “You really like pretending you’re one of the good guys when your hands are blood-stained like the rest of us.

You can hear the blood rushing in your ear and you attempt to get in the middle of the impending conflict but Eren grabs your arm with a painful force. He growls,“Step back”. You obey.

“Don’t touch her touch like that.” Armin snarls.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I’ll touch her however I want. By the way, just because your little fiance is giving you a hard time doesn’t give you the right to leer at what’s mine.”

At this point you realize you come to your senses, and you leave the area quickly to get help. You scan the area around looking for Mikasa. She’s reliable and always knows what to do. You try to calm your panicked heart.

Gaining speed, you nearly fall by running into someone in the long hallway. Thankfully, the good samaritan is able to catch you in time, holding your shoulders in a firm but comforting grip.

You look up, eager to thank the man who caught you. Mullet. Tall. Slight scruff at the chin. You recognize him right away.

“Woah y/n, what are you running for?” He asks in amusement but one look at your teary eyes has him instantly concerned, “Hey, hey. Are you okay?”

“I-uh,” You’re blubbering, “Armin and Eren are acting kinda strange--I think Mikasa should calm them down.”

Jean’s eyebrows are furrowed, “Strange how? She stepped out so she’s not here right now.” You bite your lips, wondering how you were going to explain the situation.

Jean grabs your shoulder, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll settle this. Can you take me to them?”

You nod, supremely grateful to have Jean in your corner. As you guys take a turn to the living room, you hear the excruciating sound of glass breaking. “Shit!” Jean curses.

In the middle of the living room stood Eren and Armin like centerpieces, beating the ever-living shit out of each other. You couldn’t see much beyond the fact Armin was throwing punches left and right, landing some but Eren was able to dodge most.

As you move to run forward, Jean grabs you, “No. Stop. There’s glass everywhere. You’re going to get hurt.”

You’re incredulous, “I can’t just let them hurt each other!”

Jean merely looks at you with a look of pity,

#armin arlert fanfic #armin arlet x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jeager x reader #armin and eren fight over you #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan fanfiction #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw fighting #manipulator armin

560 notes · View notes

hereforhalstead · 4 years ago

Text

Hungry Eyes

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader 18+

• Requested: Yeeeess by my bestie @halsteadlover who always sets the bar so high and provided me with this.

reader's friend that come to visit her and Jay is jealous but nobody knows about their relationship so he can't even say anything about it and then he corners Reader when they r alone and shows her who she belongs to iykyk kwnejekwnsked i know this is a shitty idea but whit ur writing bestie it'd be ✨ chef's kiss ✨’i

• Warnings: swearing/Daddy kink/smut references

• Summary: Jay gets jealous after an old friend turns up at the district to ask you out for lunch and reminds you who you belong to.

• Words: 4218

• A/N :lysm you’re the best but pls don’t come after me if this disappoints hahah Enjoy🤭

***

You woke up with that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you didn’t like, instantly feeling sick with nerves for no explanation. You tried to start your morning as best and to routine as you could to try and push out the thoughts but nothing worked.

You made your way into the kitchen to grab some ice out of the freezer for your drink, you found yourself gazing out of the window being transfixed on cars going by. You flinched as you felt a squeeze on your sides, you looked over your shoulder to see Jay’s mischievous smile grinning back at you, a sight that would always put your mind to rest but on this day it wasn’t doing the trick.

He softly pulled on the round neck of your tshirt, exposing your shoulder to which he placed a light kiss to your skin “Everything alright?” he questioned, still stood behind you as you filled your glass. You nodded in response but you both knew this wasn’t enough for him, you span to exit the kitchen but he stood his ground to block your path.

“You wanna trying lying to me again?” he probed, gently outlining the side of you face with his fingers. You pressed your lips into his cheek but he still wouldn’t budge “Jay, I’m fine” you attempted to reassure but he simply gave a light chuckle in response.

“Baby, you know I call out people who lie for a job. Right?” You lean your head forward onto his chest and huff “Just one of those days” you mumble into his shirt and he tuts “And you couldn’t tell me that because?”.

You look up at him and roll your eyes “Because doofus, now you’ll be watching my every move when you need to be focusing on yourself” You push your finger into his chest as you speak, he flicks his eyes down onto your hand and then back up to your worried expression “We’ll be fine. Always are, I know how to look out for both of us” he leans in to place a chaste kiss to your lips but you still feel that sinking feeling wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“How do you always know what to do to make me feel better?” you tease, trying your best to ignore the wave of anxiousness overwhelming your body “It’s just as much of my job as it is to be a detective” he proudly replies and you can’t stop the smile creeping on your face “Smooth” you compliment, earning another toothy grin from your boyfriend

“Come on you, the quicker we get out of here the quicker we get home”. He slings an arm round your shoulder before stopping to pick up the drink you had previously poured yourself as he calmly reassures “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s gonna be fine”

***

As normal, Jay drops you off in his truck a few roads away from the district. You’d both decided it was best to keep your relationship between yourselves for the time being as god knows word spreads fast within Chicago and Voight would be less than impressed to say the least.

Seeing how he reacted to Kim and Adam served as a warning of how harsh he can be and implement punishments for the smallest of things. He often eyes the pair of you so you have an inclining he’s caught on but as far as you’re aware you’d gotten away with it so far which seemed a miracle. There’d been a few close encounters, you and Jay getting carried away in the evidence room, one acting out when the other is in danger or the most popular one being when either one of you is hit on and you can’t say a word.

Jay found this the hardest as Voight encouraged you to use your charm and sarcastic character on suspects, often helping to break their barriers and admit things they didn’t know they were admitting. This came at a cost, you openly flirting with another man in the interview room was now a regular occurrence and to Jay’s dismay he was often sat right by your side as you did so.

Most of the time you had fun with this as it never took much to get Jay jealous, a simple double take at you had him aggravated within seconds so for you to have taken on the role as ‘Intelligence flirt’ did not sit well with him. You’d considered having words with Voight about it, expressing how it made you uncomfortable but as much as sometimes you didn’t like it, it did often lead to success so you had to put your dignity to one side and do the job at hand.

It was another one of those days where you were called into the interview room as soon as you walked up the stairs, Jay handing you a paper file as he passes your desk. Just like every morning, acting like you hadn’t been in bed together just a few hours earlier or traipsing round his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt.

“He’s just your type” Kim calls out to you, smirk beaming from her face “and how do you know what my type is?” you sarcastically respond, eyebrow cocked in confidence “Believe me, I know what your type is” she is quick to reply, already back focusing on a pile of paperwork sat in front of her. You narrow your eyes at her and then cast your eyes over to Jay who is still enthralled by the thought of you.

“Will you just get in there and do you thing. We need to nail this bastard” Voight’s rough voice echos out, hurrying you to hang your coat up on the way to the interview room “Good luck” Jay announces with an amused tone “I think you’re the one who needs the luck” you hit back. He bores his eyes down to you as he leans forward to open the door with one hand and allowing you to enter the room first.

The suspect immediately slumps back in his chair as you slam the thick paper file onto the desk “Think you better sit up and pay attention sunshine, I haven’t got all day” you jest, Jay remaining stern in the seat next to you as he’s ready to play good cop bad cop. “Oh I can tell I’m gonna like you already” his eyes roam about your body but Jay is quick to harshly click in front of the mans face to distract him “Eyes up here big man”.

You conceal your laugher, not even 2 seconds in and Jay’s pissed off “Why don’t you let her do the talking pretty boy” the suspect flirts and you scoff “You’re already looking at 25 years in jail if you don’t start talking so we’ll get started if you don’t mind” you open the file in efforts to break eye contact with the suspect but Jay was still showing a disgruntled stare over the table “I’m all yours”.

***

Safe to say the interview didn’t get much better, no matter how much you leaned into him, he wasn’t saying a word. Forcing you to try and go above and beyond with the flirting technique but still nothing. You marched back into the office with Jay, him stuck at your side but staying silent when usually there would be some form of sarcastic comment but today there was nothing.

“How could you say he was my type, are you blind? He was about 50 with half a mouth of teeth and I can’t imagine the last time he showered” you call out to Kim who laughs “My idea of fun” she contests, handing you a cup of coffee “Hilarious” you comment under your breath as she returns to her desk next to you.

You were still reeling from the interview, annoyed at yourself for not getting him to break so you could charge him with more but by the sounds of it, it wasn’t his first offence so knew how to play the game and also play you. You scanned the pages in front of you, head in your hands as you sat propped with your elbows on the desk “He was just a dick who knows how to work the system, don’t let it get to you” Jay speaks as he leans on the desk next to you.

You huff and sink into your chair “Surprised you’re talking to me” you joke as Jay shrugs “Gotta do what you gotta do” he calmly admits, complete change of attitude to his normal tense and quiet self after these interviews but you still knew him well enough to know he was bluffing “Now who’s the one lying” you raise your eyebrows at him with a slight smirk across your face.

He leans down to you to speak but you hear Trudy clear her throat from behind him “Y/N, you got someone down here for you” she bitterly announces, you both turn to look at her as she spins to head back down the stairs “Did they give a name, or?” you ask after her but as per usual she was hardly in a mood to converse “Do I look like a receptionist? No” she tuts “Was cute though” you’re taken back as she adds her little comment and disappears back down the stairs.

“Well, best get myself down to this hottie then” you stand from your seat, ensuring you graze yourself along Jay as you pass “Don’t wanna keep him waiting” you quietly add so only he can hear.

He keeps his arms folded in front of his chest and watches you intently as you walk off, feeling his eyes burn into your back as you follow Trudy’s path down to the main area. Slight grin as you enjoyed winding Jay up and as much as he didn’t want to admit it he also got a kick out of it.

Him watching you think you have the dominance in the relationship truly amused him, all while knowing he could have you pinned up against a wall and struggling to find words within seconds frequently crossed his mind as he sat watching you work opposite him.

You got to the bottom of the stairs only to be met by an empty room, you look over to Trudy who is aimlessly scrolling on the computer and walk over to her desk “Where is he then?” you ask but get no response, instead she simply looks over your shoulder to the room next to the main doors.

She glimpses back over to you before returning to her work “Always so helpful Trudy, what would I do without you” you mock, tapping the desk before turning to see who had asked after you.

You didn’t even have a chance to get yourself together before he was stood in front of you, your best friend from college who you hadn’t seen in years was stood before you and Trudy was right, he was looking just as cute as he did the last time you see him all those years ago. “There she is! The hot shot detective” he exclaims before engulfing you in his arms.

It took you by surprise so took you a few seconds before you could grasp what was happening “Kyle? What are you doing here?” you pull back, leaving his arm still resting on your hip as he towered over you “My folks moved to Chicago a few weeks ago so thought I would come visit. Then remembered you worked here so made it all the more easier for me to take the trip” he happily admits as you nudge his shoulder “Still the flirt I see” you tilt you head and he nods “Can’t help it when it comes to you”.

You come to your senses that you’re still stood in the middle of the open space at the district, Trudy without a doubt ogling at you from her desk and silently judging with her scowl and condescending manner.

You take a quick sweep of the area to see if anyone else is around but it was just the two of you which made the silence even more awkward. As much as you wanted nothing more than to catch up with Kyle, this was hardly the ideal scenario as you could basically hear a pin drop and knew Trudy was listening in on every word.

You check your watch and note it was nearly 1pm which led you to the perfect excuse of leaving “Wanna grab some lunch?” he questions to which you quickly agree “Let me just grab my stuff and we can go”.

Just as you turn to head back upstairs you hear Trudy call out from behind you “Chuckles, get Y/N’s bags for her will you. She's being whisked off for lunch on a hot date” whilst still facing away you subtly shake your head and huff “I’m gonna kill her” you joke, Kyle awkwardly laughs along with you which doesn’t help with the glare Jay was sending in your direction.

“Thanks but I can get them myself, thanks though” you grimace to Trudy as you pass her desk “Won’t be long” you call back to Kyle who takes a seat on the chairs “Just text me if you need a moment before we go!” Jay shoots him a lingering glare, you nudge his shoulder to pull him from his trance with the aggravated scorn to Kyle.

You place your hand onto the scanner and feel Jay breathing down your neck from how close he is stood behind you “So you’ve got a hot date?” he whispers, so quiet that you’re sure no one else heard “Don’t start” you warn as the door buzzes and loosens to allow you to open it.

“Don’t know what you mean” Jay innocently responds, still hot on your trail as you make your way up “Jay, your jealousy is showing” you tease with a hint of smugness in your voice “I don’t get jealous baby” he takes you off guard with the pet name but you try your best to act unfazed “A lot of lying going on today, isn’t there?”.

You make your way over to your desk and rummage around in the drawers looking for the purse your usually leave in there with a few bank cards and loose change. “Who’s the hunk then Y/N?” Hailey asks from her desk on the other side of the room “It’s her boyfriend” Jay answers before you even have a chance to respond. You continue looking through your desk, rolling your eyes at his comment but grateful no one can see as you look down.

“He’s a friend from college” you correct him, shooting him a glare to which he sneers. “And he’s taking you to lunch? Lucky you” Kim adds, earning a less than impressed glance from Adam “I’m right here you know” he mocks and you laugh to yourself of the irony of Adam getting jealous when you knew Jay was sat there reeling and no one knew.

“Wait, isn’t Kyle the one who-?” Kim starts but you widen your eyes her to give her the message to stop “The one who?” Kevin probes, aware that now everyone was in on this would only add to Jay’s annoyance “He wa-” Hailey speaks up “Uh” you interrupt, admiring the joy she had flashed across her face. Adam pats Kevin on the shoulder as he passes “Girl code bro, we’ll never find out”.

“I didn’t know I was running a gossip circle? Back to it” Voight demands from the doorframe of his office. The team turn back to their work as you give up looking for your purse and decide to head to the lockers to see if you left it in there earlier in the week.

Once in the hall, alone you run your fingertips over the creases in your forehead. Partly in trying to remember where you last had your purse but also wishing Kyle hadn’t come to the district or atleast gave you some forewarning that we was in town.

That soon explains the reason for your gut feeling this morning that something wasn’t going to go right, although you were slightly relieved as it wasn’t half as bad as you expected when you first woke up and felt the anxiety swirling in your stomach but still wasn’t ideal.

You leant your head against your locker before taking a deep breath, anyone would think you were being overdramatic but with the interview the morning where you had truly pushed yourself with the flirting already leaving Jay on the back foot this was not what you had in mind for the rest of the day.

Normally, a quiet afternoon with the odd doting look and occasional private moment between the pair of you had you back in his good books but that was clearly out of the window and now with this he was just feeling worse.

You searched in your locker but still no sign, you pulled out your phone to text Kyle and was shocked you still had his number after all these years. You clicked away on your phone before a presence in front of you makes you flinch.

You look up to see Jay leaning with one arm on the locker and the other holding your purse “You can text your boyfriend to say your other boyfriend found your purse” he dangles the purse in front of you but snatches it back when you go to grab it “Jay, leave it alone” you taunt but he simply drops your purse on the bench behind you with a swift motion and turns to head out.

Slightly shocked you don’t get more of a reaction out of him leaves you wanting more, a twisted affect he had on you when he left you craving him if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

“You don’t want me to introduce the pair of you then?” you call out, causing him to stop in his tracks on route to the door. You heart instantly picks up as you know you’ve got him “Do what you want” he spits out, still with his back to you. You make your way over to him and run your fingertip up and down his spine, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“Someone in a mood?” you innocently ask, knowing full well what you’re letting yourself in for but using it as more motivation to keep going. He hangs his head in laughter and takes a moment before he inhales through his flared nostrils, even facing away from you you can see the bitter look on his face as he bites the inside of his lip in frustration.

“Why don’t you just go and have a nice little lunch with your boyfriend and we’ll speak about this at home later” his calmness still confuses you and didn’t satisfy your craving and as much as you knew you shouldn’t provoke him you can’t help but continue to do so.

“You don’t Atleast want to know who he is? You could be letting me go to lunch with a murderer for all you know” you joke but he is not amused, not in the slightest. He deeply huffs which, to his frustration you know is a good sign you were getting what you wanted “No Y/N. I don’t want to know who the fuck he is” he finally bursts, turning in his spot and now staring down on you.

“I don’t give a shit who he is, I don’t give a shit what you’ve done together” the way his chest rises and falls in his passion truly awakes something within you and you no longer care how quick you feel overpowered by him.

“That’s not very kind” you respond, innocent tone paired with your eyelashes fluttering as you look up at Jay’s rage filled face.

“Kind? I don’t care about kind when it comes to other men flirting with my girl, baby” he starts taking steps towards you, forcing you to walk back under his demand.

Your back soon hits the bank of lockers with a thud, his eyes filled his hunger as he rests his arm to the side of your head and leans into you “He was only my first fuck, no big deal” you mumble but his spiteful chuckle tells you he heard it loud and clear, slightly regretting your honesty when you’re truly under his thumb and not getting out of his hold anytime soon.

“Say that again” he taunts, hand gripped onto your waist and getting tighter with each heavy breath. You don’t say a word as you know nothing will help what you’ve just said, he leaves it a moment before he continues.

“No?” He questions as you remain standing in silence, you shake your head to see the exasperation flashing across his face. “Why did you even tell me that?” He further asks and in all honesty you begin to question that yourself, you just knew it would be the worst thing you could admit and therefore it had to be done.

“Oh, I know why” he drops his head as he smiles to himself, hand running along his jawline as a smug smile makes its way onto his face. Not a second later his attention is back on you with the hunger in his eyes that you now desperately longed for.

“You want me to remind the name that I know you’re wishing you could moan right now” he teases as he pushes himself onto you further “straight up against these lockers, with my hand over your mouth to quieten them desperate pleas”. His eyes search your face for any form of resistance as he darts his knee inbetween your legs to separate them “Tell me I’m wrong baby?”.

You feel your body melt under his slightest touch, his words making you crumble into his grasp on you. With your mind no longer on Kyle or the fact you were at your place of work with the chance of getting caught at any moment “Your team just on the other side of that wall not having a single clue what’s going on”. He was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, his lips finding their way to your collarbone and lightly nipping at the skin.

“My girl wants me to fuck her so hard that she can’t even walk out of this room without me helping her” he proceeds to run his lips along your jawline, leaving lingering kisses as he goes “Not so mouthy now, hm?” He grasps at your hip to straighten you from your slumped position, feeling your legs turn to jelly as you yearn for his dominant touch “Use your words, baby”.

He catches you off guard with a deep and hungry kiss as his lips crash into yours, using his hand on the small of your back to steady you as you stumble from the sudden harshness. As you leaned into his desires, you wanted to use the tiniest bit of power you have left to well and truly push him over the edge. Something you knew that would have you playing this moment over in your head for weeks on end, him falling at your mercy and pushing him over the edge “Yes daddy”.

His eyes widen, something he had only heard you say a few times in the past but only after being encouraged at the height of passion and never on your own accord. The fingers digging into your hips told you all you needed to know, whether he liked to admit it, you’d won this hands down.

You run your to tongue over your bottom lip, now slightly swollen from the rough contact. His eyes follow your movement, the darkness in his eyes turning more intense as every second went by “oh baby” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to lift you up and secure yourself to him with your legs wrapped round him and your back pushed up against the lockers “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

****

Inbox and requests always open👀 am working through my current requests and one will be up in a few days💃🏼

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead drabble #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead smut #one chicago x reader #jay halstead x you

463 notes · View notes