#and then it came back to me and i almost passed out

[froothytoothy]

Your Idol

Saja Boys x Idol! Reader │ part 2

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summary - the saja boys finally get to meet you, although they aren't too happy with the way you've been treated

warning - fem reader, light bullying, a lil spice, possessive behaviour, obsessive fan behaviour

w/c - 3,3K

a/n - wish I could like comments, the ones I got on my previous chapter had me BLUSHING I love u all sm! pls correct me if there are any mistakes, comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!

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Blurred sounds scattered across you as you began to wake up. Your eyes were still blurry, so you couldn't make out the figures surrounding you, but they sounded oddly familiar. 

"Guys, shut up. She's awake".

A warmer, much larger hand grabs yours, "Are you alright now, love? You were out for a while, we were all so worried".

The stranger sounded nice, but your vision still hadn’t cleared up enough to figure out who was talking to you, so all you could do was stare blankly at the person holding your hand. 

The room went silent for a while before being interrupted by another man from your left. "I know she's just confused, but I can't lie that face she's making is so adorable". You assumed he was talking about you and a warm blush coated your cheeks. 

"Romance, now is not the time!"

Romance? As in, from the Saja Boys? 

Your vision soon came back, and surrounding you, you could see all five members of the Saja Boys, each staring at you fondly. 

Abby was the one holding your hand. He was sitting on the infirmary bed with you and Jinu. 

Mystery and Romance were on your left.

And Baby was on your right. 

You couldn't help the gasp you let out once you saw them. 

"Am I dreaming?" you accidentally said aloud. 

Jinu lets out a chuckle, "No darling, we are very much real. I could pinch you if you don't believe me. Are you feeling better now?"

You beamed, eyes sparkling with happiness. It almost sounded too good to be true, but still, you went along with it. 

After being trapped in the studio, you assumed you were too late to meet them. and concluded that it was nearly impossible for a group as popular as the Saja Boys to join a company as small as yours. Talking with other idols, especially those of the opposite gender, at things like award shows wasn't forbidden, but it was strange, so today was probably your only opportunity to meet them, and you did.

Albeit in a very unconventional way.

"I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you so much. I'm so happy to meet you guys, I'm such a big fan. But, what are you doing here with me? Shouldn't you be touring the company?" you questioned, finding it odd how they weren't with Jina, but with you.

“You passed out in Abby’s arms, how could we just leave and pretend nothing happened?” Baby spoke up calmly, although his eyes glistened with hints of worry. Your heart warmed at their thoughtfulness. 

According to Hojin and the other staff members, you weren't an important member, so they often ended up forgetting about you. Whenever something happened to you, they told you to just suck it up.

But despite never meeting you, the Saja Boys already cared so much about you. So much that they would wait here in the infirmary with you. 

Suddenly, you were reminded that you had forgotten to introduce yourself.

“Sorry, I forgot to say, I’m (Y/N). I'm a member of Harmoness. It's an honour to meet you”. You bowed your head, mostly in gratitude. If it weren't for them you'd probably still be stuck in the dance studio.

“We know who you are, princess. We did our research before coming here”, Romance teases, getting closer to the bed and putting his arm around your shoulders. You shivered at the close proximity between you. He began to lean closer, slowly closing the distance. By now, your body had frozen in place, your eyes locked into his. His every move was under your impenetrable gaze. You could see his lips coming closer and closer to yours, till they quickly diverted towards your ear. 

You'd be lying if you said you weren't just a bit disappointed.

The feeling of his warm breath and strong grip had your mind in a frenzy. He was so close you could feel the heat radiate off him and smell the sweet, but musky scent of his cologne. 

“Although you should know, princess, most of our information was from one of us,” he began, turning his head to the side. You followed his gaze, being too curious to stay frozen. 

Your mouth hung slightly in shock once your eyes made contact with an awkward-looking Mystery. His feet were shuffling across the ground, and his head was drooped down, almost like he was guilty of something. 

Romance walked away from you, much to your dismay, and came back dragging Mystery, who seemed very unwilling. “Go on, man, you can do it. You've been waiting so long for this moment”.

Mystery refused, shaking his head firmly. Watching the scene unfold was the equivalent of watching someone grow an extra head. You were left utterly confused. Why would Mystery know anything about you? Them doing research before coming here made sense, but out of all the people they got their information from, why was it Mystery? 

Mystery was the cool, mysterious figure of the group, so watching him act like this, so embarrassed, it was honestly so adorable. Perhaps the mysterious, quiet persona he had was just a cover-up for his shy personality.

Romance shook his head in disappointment. “Mystery is a big fan of yours, (Y/N). He's a little too shy to admit it, though”. You blinked slowly, taking in the revolutionary, newfound information. For a moment, you thought you had heard him wrong.

Mystery, a fan?

Of you?

You were surprised that he even knew about you, but being a “big fan”, it just seemed impossible. 

A monotone-like voice perked up, “Ever since you debuted, I've been a fan”. Taking a closer look at Mystery, you could see a red hue crawling up his neck and ears. Just saying that much was too much for him, but he pushed through the embarrassment and continued, slowly coming closer to you. “Honestly, I didn't care about the others, I only liked you”.

Despite how unbelievable it was, it was the truth. Before being recruited by Jinu and becoming one of the Saja Boys, Mystery had been obsessed with you since your debut. His time in the Underworld became a lot more bearable once you entered his life. The image of your warm smile burned layers into his brain. He’d seen countless hours of footage of other humans, and despite his very stoic face, he could tell how fake their smiles were, but yours. Yours was carved by angels.

His need to consume human souls almost completely subsided once his hunger was directed towards you.

Although it was a very different type of hunger.

Mystery had become completely infatuated with you, so when Jinu proposed that he join the Saja Boys, he knew this was his way of finally getting to you. 

And now you were finally right in front of him, but all those hours of planning were in vain. He just couldn't find the right words to say. Couldn't figure out how to stand or move right. His heart wouldn't stop beating, and his head wouldn't stop replaying the images from his fantasies. It was all too much at once. He was glad Romance had stepped in to help. 

You sat there, blissfully unaware of the turmoil occurring within Mystery. The other members stared at the both of you in amusement, knowing just how deep Mystery's obsession with you was. When he talked, it was only ever about you. 

And once the members saw you passed out in Abby's arms, they could finally understand him. They could smell the purity radiating off you, and with that, a warm, longing feeling overcame them. They would often tease Mystery for his strange fixation with you, but now they were all just as crazy about you. 

An adorable, child-like giggle interrupted their thoughts. You thought it was silly how someone as talented as Mystery would be a fan of someone like you. He even said he didn't care about the other members, which you found even more amusing. 

Still, it made your heart flutter knowing you were special to him. You looked up at him and smiled even wider, almost laughing at the confused look on Mystery’s face. “Thank you for your support! I never would've thought I'd be saying that kinda thing to someone like you. I figured I was so irrelevant that no one would notice me, but it's crazy how you guys do”, you babble, oblivious to the changing emotions going through the boys.

‘Irrelevant’

The word sent ripples of disgust through them. 

Being the most level-headed of the group, Jinu asked the question that was on everyone’s minds. “Why would you be irrelevant?” 

Maybe it was because you’d just woken up, or the lack of food in your stomach, that you ended up speaking without thinking. “My manager likes to tell me that a lot because I'm the least popular member of Harmoness. But he thinks that that’s a good thing because my looks and vocals aren't very good”. 

Looking around the room, you realized you had chosen the wrong dialogue. You could see each of their faces, drenched in what looked like rage. You couldn't understand what about your sentence made them this angry, but still you apologized. 

“Sorry, I'm just rambling at this point. It's probably cause I'm so hungry, that's probably why I passed out. My manager has me on this really strict diet and I never had breakfast-”.

You quickly stopped yourself, realizing that this definitely wasn't helping the situation.

“I wasn't supposed to tell you that, please just forget everything you heard”. But looking around the room, you knew they wouldn't be able to. How could they, when someone as precious as you was forced to suffer, even just for a minute. It broke their hearts to think about. 

The sound of a door slamming open quickly drew your attention towards it, and you could see Baby running out of the room in a hurry. 

Did you do something to upset him? 

“He's just going to do something real quick, he'll be back,” Abby says, and you nod, still a bit confused. 

You felt a wave of awkwardness enter the room, so you quickly changed the subject. “So, how did you guys find the tour? Are you thinking of joining?” You were very curious to know, praying that they’d at least consider it. Because of their explosive popularity, you knew they'd be treated like gods if they were here.

Jinu spoke up, still looking frustrated. “It was alright, I mean people did keep sucking up to us. Although, Romance and Abby had no complaints about that”. You let out another giggle, yeah, that definitely sounded like them. 

The sweet sound that came out of you had put the boys in a temporary trance. To them, everything you did was adorable.

They didn't bother asking what you thought of the company, already knowing how mistreated you were. It was something Mystery had picked up on from looking at hours of behind-the-scenes footage of you. He’d picked up on your changing behaviour, quick weight loss, and awkward chemistry between your members. 

So after piecing together all the footage, he figured mistreatment was definitely plausible. But still, hearing it from you, seeing you try to hide it. It sickened, not just him, but all of them. 

It was also suspicious the way your ‘leader’, Jina, wasn't too pleased about the idea of helping you. She was confident someone would come find you, but from your screams, they could tell no one had come for hours. How could they just walk away from you? Plus, you seemed a little too attached to Abby’s chest, even refusing to let go once you reached the infirmary. 

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Baby holding several kinds of unhealthy-looking junk food. He plopped them down on your lap and looked away nonchalantly, “For you”.

You looked down at the pile, mouth watering at the sight of the buffet of calories. You couldn't remember the last time you had a burger, or even instant noodles. It was definitely too much for you to handle, but you appreciated his efforts. 

“Thank you so much”, you beamed. You were so grateful, not just to Baby, but to all of them. Never in your life had you felt so loved and cared for. 

As if possessed, you began digging into whatever random food you picked up from the pile. You scarfed down one burger for the next, and honestly, you didn't feel ashamed.  It would’ve been rude if you didn't eat the food Baby bought for you, that's the only reason you were eating it, you thought. 

Due to the speed of your consumption, you forgot to chew and ended up choking. You started coughing and looking around the room, in search of a drink. A hand touched your shoulder, and you look up to see Mystery, holding a bottle of water. 

Quickly, you took the drink and gulped it down. Once you were done you exhaled in relief, “You saved me”, you laughed, looking up at Mystery with gratitude. “I've not eaten this much in so long, I must've gotten a bit too excited”.

You turned to Baby, who was on his phone, and asked, “How much was all this? I'll pay you back”. He turned, looking bored, before returning to his phone. 

“The staff gave it to me for free”.

Honestly, you found that hard to believe, but maybe it was because of how famous Baby was. Perhaps they wanted to give a good impression of the company, so they didn’t want him paying. 

The others let out a small smirk, knowing what had really happened out there. He most likely sucked out the souls of some of the staff and took the food for himself. But he wouldn't tell you that. 

The sweet moment was eventually ruined by the sounds of agitated screaming coming from behind the door. “She ruined everything, Manager! I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen”.

Everyone, including you, cringed at the sounds of complaint. You prepared for the whirlpool of trouble you were about to receive. 

The door burst open, revealing a pissed, middle-aged man. His gaze locked on you, his mouth wide open, ready to scream at you. That was until he saw the five boys surrounding you, each looking at the manager with a look that could kill. 

Hojin quickly put on a rehearsed smile and came up to ask how you were. You knew it was just an act, something to look better in front of the boys but you still went along with it; you’d done enough to damage his reputation already.

Behind him, you could see your fellow members, glaring at you from the door, but once their eyes made contact with the Saja Boys, they quickly switched up, putting on a perfect smile and even fixing up their hair. The boys responded with a snarl.

“So, boys, I take it you enjoyed the tour,” Hojin remarked, not wanting to focus on you any longer. To him, the Saja Boys were a prize, and he needed to win it. Harmoness had clearly run its course, so maybe he'd have better luck with the Saja boys, he thought. 

None of the boys wanted to answer, especially not to someone like him. All they wanted to do was go back to watching you. Watch you smile. Hear you giggle. And feel the warmth your heart gave out. But they couldn't, not when there were others around.

Jinu, being the leader, was forced to speak up. “It was good, definitely needs some improvements though”.

“Oh, any suggestions?” Hojin questioned, eager to please in any way he could. 

“The dance studio needs to be closer to other people,” he sneered coldly, still not over how you’d been trapped for so long. His heart ached with the thought of you being scared and alone in there.

Hojin laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say in response. Jina spoke up, coming closer to Jinu, “I'm assuming you're planning on joining our company, I'd love to see you more,” she flirts, getting closer and closer to him. 

During the tour, she was so focused on the members that they barely got anywhere. She also had a nasty habit of showing off whenever she could. Being the most popular member of Harmoness really gave her an ego.

“We'll let you know at the Idol Awards,” Jinu said, backing away from Jina. 

Your head shot up and turned towards Jinu, “You're going to be at the Idol Awards too?” Jinu's eyes went back to yours and immediately softened, feeling you were much easier to be around than these other pesky humans. 

You could see Abby about to respond, but was cut off by Soo-ah. “Doesn't she know anything? They announced this weeks ago”. Each of the boys turned to glare at the maknae, but her attention was too focused on you for her to take notice. 

Abby ignored her and spoke, leaning closer to you. “We'll be at the Idol Awards performing our new song, will you be there for us, love?”

Hojin and the girls looked at each other in confusion. How could you have gotten so close to them already? Jina was especially jealous, wondering how the spotlight was taken by someone as insignificant as you. 

The nickname sent you blushing, and you nodded. “We're also going to perform a new song there, we've been working really hard on it!”

“We can't wait to hear it, darling, but unfortunately, we have to leave now,” Jinu says, and you couldn't help the frown forming on your lips. You felt like you had just met them and wanted to spend more time with them. This is the best moment you've had in years. 

“Don't look too sad, princess, we'll meet again soon,” Romance smirked, and you perked up slightly at the thought. You were glad they wanted to see you, just as much as you wanted to see them. 

“And don't even think about paying me back for the snacks, they're all yours,” Baby chimes, his face showing a ghost of a smirk on it. 

Mystery gave you a shy wave and left along with the others. You were going to miss them. The Idol Awards weren’t that far away, but you had no idea how you were going to recover once they were gone. The mark they left on you stained layers deep. 

Although it definitely motivated you to practice even harder, knowing they were going to be there watching.

Jinu was the last to leave, but not before asking Hojin and the girls to come outside with him, leaving you alone. Thank goodness, you did not want another lecture from anyone right now. 

You started putting the pile of food on the nightstand, but something had caught your eye. On one of the crisp packets, you saw a Post-it note. 

xxxx xxxxxxx  call me don't text I want to hear your voice ❤ - Baby 

Out of all the things you expected the note to say, it wasn't that. Despite his adorable, nonchalant on-stage persona, Baby was anything but. In person, he often kept to himself, hardly speaking and allowing his looks to do the talking for him. But online, he was the complete opposite. With his appearance hidden, he could speak his mind freely. It’s why Baby is so attached to using his phone.

It had been the reason why he was acting so bored when he was with you. On the outside, it looked as though he hardly cared for you, but on the inside, his heart was blooming with emotions just for you.

You really had no idea just how much these boys loved you. In your mind, you assumed the boys just wanted to be your friend.

What you didn't realize was that the boys weren't interested in being just friends, but so much more. 

But you were going to find that out soon. 

Very soon. 

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a/n - are korean phone numbers even set out like that? idk lol. figured putting an x instead of an actual number might save someone from being called up

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Imagine Me And You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peter have feelings for each other but can’t act on them since he’s your friends ex-boyfriend

Masterlist

“Is it weird to date your ex’s friend?” Peter typed into his laptop and waited for the results to come up. He was so engrossed in reading the responses that he didn’t hear you and Ned come up to the table he was sitting at.

“What are you looking at?” You asked as you plopped down beside him. Peter quickly slammed his laptop shut and hopped you hadn’t seen his screen.

“Oh, uh. I was just taking an “Am I Gay?” Quiz.” He lied with a causal shrug.

“Aw. Did you pass?” You asked with a teasing smile.

“Aced it.” Peter said with a click on his tongue.

“I knew you would. That’s my boy.” You laughed and patted his back.

“I love when you call me your boy.” Peter said jokingly.

“So no one cares that I’m here?” Ned asked when no one had acknowledged his presence yet.

“Do you? Then maybe I should call you that more often.“ You replied and leaned towards Peter. A blush painted Peter’s cheeks while Ned rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Maybe you should. But I’d like anything you called me.” Peter answered.

“Oh yeah? Even when I called you fart ass boy the entire bus ride home from DC?” You asked him.

“Okay. I didn’t love that.” He admitted, making you both laugh.

“You did it to yourself, mister.” You shrugged. “Should’ve waiting until you were alone to rip ass.”

“I thought it would be silent.”

“Aw. We all think things.” You said and teasingly patted his back again. You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment because no one wanted to be the first to look away.

“Can you guys stop?” Ned complained. “I feel like I’m watching straight American Heartstopper. And it sucks.”

You and Peter exchanged a look before scooting away from each other. There was always an awkwardness that followed when the unspoken feelings between you and Peter were spoken about. It’s not that neither of you wanted it enough to make the move. It was the boundary that neither of you knew if it was okay to cross.

Luckily, MJ came to the table and broke up the uncomfortable silence Ned had created. She sat down with a smile on her face but it slowly dropped when she sensed the tension among the three of you.

“Real weird vibe here guys.” MJ said out of the corner of her mouth.

“Sorry. That was my fault.” Ned said with a raise of his hand.

“Usually is.” MJ shrugged. “Anyway, a friend of mine is having an art show this Friday and they need more bodies in the room. Would you guys want to come?”

“Sure. I’ll go.” You told her.

“We’ll come. As long as there is some kind of greasy food or ice cream happening after.” Ned answered for him and Peter.

“Cool. I’ll tell her the five of us are coming.” MJ said as she pulled out her phone to text her friend.

“Five?” Peter asked.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that I invited Liz. Sorry, Peter.” MJ replied, making everyone look at Peter. The only one Peter cared to look back at was you. His face flushed an embarrassed pink as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I have no problem with it.” He said. “We’re cool now. And we’re all friends. It’s fine that she’s invited.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t hung out as a fivesome since you guys broke up.” Ned pointed out. “This would be the first.”

“Don’t say fivesome.” MJ said warningly.

“The breakup was almost a year ago.” Peter shrugged. “I’m sure it will be fine if she comes.”

“Okay. Five of us it is then. No one better bail on me this time. I don’t want a repeat of that time everyone ditched and I had to see Lego Batman by myself with Ned.”

“I haven’t cried that hard in a movie theater before I saw it and I haven’t cried that hard since.” Ned shook his head as he blew out a breath.

You were hardly listening as you stared off into the distance, the reminder of the reason you and Peter couldn’t be together causing you to check out of the conversation. Peter looked over at you and tried to catch your eye but failed. It twisted your stomach in knots every time you thought about what having feelings for Peter would do to your friendship with Liz. As much as you liked him, you could never betray her. So instead, you pushed it down and didn’t dare to meet his eye.

On Friday night, you and Peter stood outside the art studio, both on the phone. You were anxiously waiting for someone else to show up so you didn’t have to be alone with him any longer.

“You’re not coming?” You asked in disbelief.

“I know. I hate to miss the show.” MJ groaned. “But I’m having an allergic reaction.”

“You are? From what?”

“Not sure.” MJ said quietly, making you roll your eyes to the sky.

“You got that damn crab Rangoon from that place on the corner again, didn’t you?” You asked angrily.

“I cannot resist it. I am only human.”

“A human with a shellfish allergy.” You reminded her.

“Those are optional.” She insisted.

“They’re not. I’m coming to your dorm to take care of you.” You sighed and went to hang up.

“Don’t worry about me. Liz is here.” MJ informed you, making your freeze.

“Hey. I’m taking care of her tonight.” Liz called loud enough for you to hear. You looked over your shoulder at Peter before returning to the phone call.

“Do you need any help? Last time MJ ate those things, she puked so much I almost called the Coast Guard out of fear.”

“I think I’ll be okay. Besides, taking care of her is good practice for the NCLEX.” Liz replied.

“The what?”

“Nursing exam.” She chuckled. “Don’t worry. I got her. And don’t worry about me either, okay? I want you guys to have fun tonight.”

The kindness in Liz’s voice when she said the last part made you want to ask her exactly what she meant by that. You didn’t have time to ask before you heard MJ retching and quickly hung up the phone. You thought about what Liz had said before walking back to Peter.

“MJ bailed.” You told him.

“What?” Peter laughed in surprise. “This is her friend’s show. Did she say why?”

“You know why.” You sighed.

“That damn crab Rangoon.” He huffed and stamped his foot.

“She can’t stay away.” You shrugged. “What about Ned? Is he on his way?”

“He’s not coming either.”

“What? Why not?”

“He said he remembered that he didn’t want to and is playing The Sims instead.”

“Of course he is.” You grumbled and shoved your hands in your pockets. Peter recognized that you were cold and unzipped his jacket. He went to place it around your shoulders but then hesitated. You’d been distant during the week and he wasn’t sure his jacket was something you’d want.

“Is Liz almost here?” He asked as he slipped his arms back through his coat.

“No. She’s taking care of MJ. We’re really lucky to have a friend who’s becoming a nurse. One of us is always getting sick from something stupid.” You replied, making Peter smile. He and Liz really were cool now, but he much preferred having an evening alone with you.

“Oh. Cool. Just us tonight, then.” Peter said as a blush painted his cheeks. You looked up at him sadly and shook your head.

“I think we should go home, Peter.”

“What? Why?”

“Because.” You whined. “We can’t hang out just you and me.”

“We can’t?” He asked as his heart started to sink.

“No.” You insisted. “If it’s just the two of us, then it’s like a date.”

“Oh. And you wouldn’t want to be on a date with me.” He nodded his head and looked at the ground so you wouldn’t see how much that stung him.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You trailed off, making him look up at you with curiosity. You looked into his eyes and smiled sadly.

“We can’t. You know that.” You said quietly.

Peter knew that you were thinking about Liz. It’s not that he didn’t care if he hurt Liz by going out with you, it’s that he felt like he knew her well enough to know she’d be okay with it.

“So then let’s not make this a date.” Peter said to break the silence. “Because I don’t see any reason why the two of us can’t hang out alone. Let’s ditch this art show and go do something no two people on a date would ever do.”

“Like what? Take the LIRR to Long Island?” You asked him.

“Absolutely not.” Peter said in disgust. “I was thinking we could get some non-date food and then do a non-date activity.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a pizza right now.” You said coyly, starting to warm up to his idea. Peter smiled happily before holding out his arm. You hesitated for a moment and then took it, allowing him to lead you to the closest pizza shop.

It was tiny, dimly lit, and hardly the scene of a date, making it the perfect spot. You and Peter ordered and when he reached for his wallet, you put your hand over his.

“I got this, baby girl. Your money isn’t good here.” You told him before paying the man behind the register.

“Smart. Because if this was a date, I’d pay.” He said and tapped the side of his head. You laughed at him before getting your pizza. The two of you sat down across the table from one another in the back of the restaurant. The only other patron was shirtless and eating a calzone with two hands, so you had your privacy.

“So. What would two people not on a date talk about?” Peter asked between bites of his pizza.

“Hm. I don’t know.” You thought. “Shit from a butt?”

“Hmm. That’s a really good option.” He nodded his head. “But let’s keep thinking.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and took a bite of your food. You had initially panicked over it just being the two of you tonight but that quickly fell away when you remembered how easy it was to be around Peter. As long as it stayed a non-date, your guilt would be at bay.

“We haven’t hung out just us in a long time.” Peter said, as if reading your mind.

“Yeah. It’s been over a year, I think.” You realized. “We went to that arcade that also sold purses and knives.”

“And hot dogs.” He added. “Remember I tried one and got a terrible nose bleed?”

“I remember that.” You chuckled. “I was so scared you were gonna bleed out in front of me. I think I gave you a tampon to put up your nose.”

“You did. And it was surprisingly very comfortable up there.”

“That was a fun night. We were out so late too. I had an early morning class the next day but I didn’t care. I didn’t want the night to end.” You said without thinking.

“Neither did I. That’s kinda how I’m feeling now. I didn’t realize how much I missed spending time with you one on one.”

“Aw, Pete.” You smiled and put your hand on top of his. “I missed it too.”

“You guys are a cute couple. Reminds me of me and my boyfriend.” The other man in the restaurant smiled at the two of you as he got up to leave. His comment brought the two of you back to reality and you quickly moved your hand. You looked to the side as Peter pretended to be busy with his napkin. Your reminiscing had landed you in date territory and you needed to pivot out of it quickly.

“The pizza is good.” Peter said to break the awkward silence that had settled.

“Yeah. I can feel a pimple forming on my chin and I haven’t even finished it yet but it’s pretty good.” You agreed without meeting his eyes. You finished your slices with small talk between bites before leaving the shop.

“Want to walk around a little? I need some movement to digest that thing.” Peter offered as he patted his stomach.

“Sure. Just, leave enough room for Jesus, okay?” You laughed awkwardly as the two of you started to walk down the sidewalk.

“Sure.” Peter chuckled and kept an appropriate amount of space between the two of you as you walked. The other sidewalk users that you had to maneuver around eventually caused you to get closer. Your hand bumped Peter’s a few times too many before you folded your arms and rubbed them up and down.

“Are you cold?” He asked you.

“A little. This damn Shein jacket is probably made out of candy wrappers and recycled Build-A-Bear skin. The wind goes right through it.” You grumbled and pulled the fake leather jacket tighter around your body.

“What an odd combination the seamstress chose.” He chuckled. “But it looks good on you.”

“Thanks.” You turned your head to give him a shy smile. Peter only let you walk a few more paces before placing his jacket over your shoulders. You gave him a grateful smile before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You knew Peter tended to run hot so you didn’t have to worry about him getting cold.

“I was going to give it to you back at the art show but I wasn’t sure if you’d want it.” He confessed to you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You played dumb.

“I don’t know. You’ve been a little distant this week. And a little jumpy tonight. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You replied in a tone that convinced no one. Peter stopped walking so you did too. He took a step towards you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“You know you could tell me anything, right?” He said in a tone so gentle your knees almost collapsed. You looked down at his hand and then into his eyes. You wanted to tell him that you liked him and that it was killing you to not be able to be with him the way you wanted, but the words didn’t come out.

“I’m okay.” You said instead. “Let’s just keep walking. It keeps me warm to stay moving.”

Peters wasn’t fully satisfied but he knew you got cagey when you were pushed so he let it go. You ended up walking to the pier of the Long Island Sound and stopped to looked at the water.

“Wow. It’s actually kinda pretty at night. You can’t see how brown it is.” You commented as you stared at the rippling waves. Peter was too busy looking at you to see what you were talking about.

“Yeah. Very pretty.” He said in a soft voice as he watched the setting sun illuminate your side profile. You both stayed like that for a moment in comfortable silence.

“The sun is going down. You want to watch?” Peter offered. You were about to say yes when a heavy feeling hit your chest.

“Watching the sunset is a date activity.” You said quietly.

“I know. That’s why you’re gonna watch the sunset and I’m gonna go over there and watch those pigeons fighting over an Elf bar.” Peter pointed to a bench a few feet behind you to let you know where he’d be.

“Okay.” You laughed. “Don’t have too much fun.”

“No promises.” He called back as he walked to where the pigeons were. You watched him over your shoulder as he sat down on the bench and felt your heart ache. He gave you a little wave before pointing at the sky, making you turn around. You longed to go over and sit next to him and watch the sunset together, but you couldn’t do that. If he had dated anyone else but your friend, you could. But everything was complicated so you stayed where you were.

“How was it?” Peter asked as he joined you on the pier once the sun had fully dipped under the horizon.

“It was beautiful. You would’ve liked it.” You told him. “It was one of those nights when the sun looks really red and the sky is orange. I know you like those.”

“I do. But don’t worry, I secretly watched from behind you.” He admitted. “But it doesn’t count as watching it together because we were socially distancing.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to miss it.” You said as you stared into his eyes. He stared back and raised his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your cheek, but quickly put it down. You gave him a tight smile before tossing something into the water.

“What was that?” He wondered.

“My pizza crust. I was throwing it to the whales.” You replied. Peter looked back and forth between you and the water for a few times to see if you were serious.

“There are no whales in this water.” He said finally.

“Then what have I been throwing bread crumbs at for the past ten minutes?”

“I have no idea since whales don’t eat breadcrumbs in the first place.”

“Well something was popping out of the water to eat the crumbs.” You pointed out.

“In the Long Island Sound? It was probably the Babadook or something. Let’s go before it comes out and gets us.” He said and put his hand on the small of your back to lead you away. Your face went hot at the contact and you had to give him a look. He rolled his eyes slightly and dropped his hand.

“I know, I know.” Peter said sarcastically. “I dated your friend for three months almost a year ago so you and I cannot do anything that would suggest there was a romance between us. But I put my hand on Neds back too, by the way.”

“I know. That’s why you passed that “Am I Gay?” quiz this week.” You teased him. Peter laughed lightly but you could tell he was upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, making him stop in his tracks. He looked at you with his big brown eyes and you felt that old familiar ache in your heart.

“It’s not the I regret dating Liz. She’s a great girl.” He began.

“I know.” You nodded, shocked that you were actually talking about this forbidden subject out loud.

“I cannot tell you how much I regret dating a friend of yours.” He continued, making butteries erupt in your stomach.

“Oh.” You said quietly. He looked to the side but you continued to stare at his face. He looked upset and had his usually blush splashed across his face.

“Peter.” You said softly and went to put your hand on his face. He quickly snapped out of his mood and threw a smile on.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” He asked.

“What?” You wondered, confused by the sudden change in emotion.

“Those little squishy oatmeal cookies with the cream in the middle. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Not the answer I was expecting, but okay. Oatmeal creme pies?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “Those were so good. They’ve been on my mind all week.”

“Let’s stop in and get some. I’m sure they have them.” You laughed and pulled him into the nearest corner store.

“Really? You want one?” He asked excitedly as you walked through the door together.

“No, but I can’t think of anything less romantic than watching you down one of them right now.”

“Oh, baby, you’re about to watch me down three of them right now.” Peter held up three fingers as he practically skipped to the snack aisle. You laughed and followed him to help him look. He didn’t find them in that aisle so he went around the corner to check the next one.

“How much do you think this is?” He asked as he came back to the aisle you were in with an orange cat in his arms.

“Put him down.” You ordered. “That’s the manager.”

“Fine.” Peter sighed and gently let the cat go. “Now I kinda want one of these giant protein cookies.”

“No way. Those taste like straight up sand and butt.” You warned him.

“At the same time?” He wondered. “Or is it like very sand forward with a butt aftertaste?”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” You playfully narrowed your eyes as you turned to him.

“I do actually, yes. Thank you for noticing.” He replied and took a step closer to you.

“The only thing I noticed is that eyelash that’s been sitting on your cheek all night. I want it.” You said and reached up to take it off his face. He gently caught your wrist and moved it away, bringing you closer to him in the process.

“Get away from me.” He laughed. “That’s my wish. Not yours.”

“Come here. Please, let me get it off your face. It’s been bothering me since the pizza place. I’ll do anything. I’ll buy you all the sand cookies you want.” You offered as you tried with your other hand to hold his face still. Peter had wrapped his arm around your waist now to better maneuver you away from his face as you struggled to get the eyelash.

“That is not what I want.” He said in response to your cookie offer.

“Hey guys.” A voice came from down the aisle, making you both freeze before untangling yourselves from each other.

“Liz.” You smiled in surprise and hastily fixed yourself. “What are you doing here?”

Peter gave her a small wave but said nothing. Her face was calm and if anything, delighted to see the both of you. Meanwhile, your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt guilt like never before.

“I’m just getting some Pepto for MJ. She only has the cherry kind and she said it-“

“Reminds her too much of her ex.” You finished her sentence. “I know. Is she okay?”

“She’s doing better. I think she’s learned her lesson this time. She’s not gonna eat them again.” Liz answered. You all were silent for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“That was a good one, Liz.” You said once your laughter died down.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “So, how was the art show?”

“Oh, we didn’t end up going. We got food instead.” Peter replied. Your heart started to pound again in fear of how that sounded to Liz.

“Oh yeah? Where?” She wondered.

“Just some random little pizza place. The pizza was like $2 and it tasted like the price. I bought my own, by the way. I mean, I bought his too, but only because I already had a five dollar bill out.” You quickly explained. Liz laughed at how you stumbled over yourself but didn’t make any sign of being upset with either of you.

“Wow. Thank you for all the details.” She said teasingly.

You felt about ready to explode by that point. Liz appeared calm and happy, the exact opposite of how you were feeling inside. You felt like you were betraying your friend right in front of her eyes and you didn’t understand why she wasn’t calling you out for being a bad friend yet.

“Peter, can you go get me a clear Gatorade?” You asked Peter.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Bye Liz.” He waved again before leaving the aisle.

“I don’t think they make a clear Gatorade.” Liz said once you were alone.

“They don’t. I just wanted to get rid of him.” You told her.

“Oh, smart.” She chuckled. “So, did you guys have fun tonight?”

“It was okay. It was a pretty uneventful hang out with a friend.” You said with extra emphasis on the “friend” part.

“Really? It seemed like you were having fun when I saw you guys.” She said with surprise. She didn’t sound angry which didn’t make sense to you.

“Fun? With Peter? No way. We’re only hanging out because everyone else bailed. I’d never hang out with him alone otherwise. And I never will again, just so we’re clear.” You assured her. Liz looked at you for a while before smiling softly.

“Hey, you know that red sweater you let me borrow last semester?” She asked you.

“Oh, yeah. The one with the big buttons.” You recalled.

“You know how after I wore it a few times, you told me to keep it?” She continued.

“Well, yeah. I thought it was cute but it never looked right on me. But it looked great on you. I wanted you to have it.”

Liz smiled when you said exactly what she was hoping. She put her hands on your shoulders to make you look at her.

“You can keep my sweater. It looks much better on you. And it was never mine to begin with.” She said in a soft tone. You caught on to what she was saying and looked over at the drink section where Peter was still searching for the nonexistent drink.

“Liz. I can’t.” You shook your head and looked down at the ground.

“If you don’t like him and I’m reading all the signs wrong, then l’ll drop it. But if you’re holding yourself back from being with him because of me, then both of you need to cut it out. Because it’s fine with me.”

“It is?”

“Of course it is.” She insisted. “Peter and I barely dated. And we broke up for a reason. We didn’t work as a couple and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean he’s off limits from you or any other girl. I think you should go for it.”

“But he’s your ex-boyfriend.”

“And you’re my best friend. I want you to be happy.“ She said with a friendly squeeze of your shoulders. You gave her a sad smile and then pulled her into a hug. She hugged you back tightly as Peter watched curiously from a distance.

“I appreciate you caring about my feelings. But it’s not necessary.Now, go get him.” Liz said once you pulled out of the hug. Peter came back and joined you in the aisle with a smile.

“Here you go.” Peter said as he handed you the bottle of clear Gatorade.

“What the hell?” You whispered in disbelief at his find.

“I better get back to MJ. But call me if you guys get sick from that pizza.” Liz waved goodbye and left to make her purchase.

“What were you guys talking about?” Peter asked once the two of you left the store with your items.

“My old red sweater.” You told him to put it lightly.

“The one with the big buttons? I remember it. You always looked pretty in it. How come you don’t wear it anymore?” Peter wondered. For once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the compliment from him without feeling guilty. You stopped walking and Peter followed suit and stopped with you.

“Because it was never mine to begin with.” You smiled fondly at him and slipped your hand into his. Peter smiled back at the unexpected gesture but his smile slowly faded when he realized he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“Am��� am I supposed to know what that means?”

“I think you know what it means.” You said as you took a step closer to him. Peter looked to the side and in confusion and still had no idea what you were talking about.

“I’m confused. Did you steal it or some-“

You cut Peter off by grabbing his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Once Peter’s initial surprise wore off, he put his hands on your face to kiss you back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself into him, kissing him until you ran out of breath. When you pulled away, Peter had a shy smile on his face as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“What made you change your mind about us?” He asked you in a timid voice. “And don’t say the red sweater because I still don’t understand what that meant.”

“I just realized we’re a good fit. And I didn’t want to hold myself back anymore.”

“So does this mean I can take you on a real date sometime? One where I buy your pizza and watch the sunset next to you?” Peter asked hopefully.

“It does. I’d really like that.” You answered coyly, making him smile.

“Does this also mean if you and I break up, I’m allowed to date Ned?” Peter asked jokingly.

“Don’t push it, mister.” You warned him.

“I won’t.” He held his hands up in defense. You started walking down the street again, this time hand in hand.

“Oatmeal creme pie?” Peter offered as he leaned the box of Oatmeal cookies towards you.

“Why thank you.” You said and took one. “Clear Gatorade?”

Peter accepted your offer and took a large sip of the Gatorade you’d been drinking. He winced at the flavor and looked at the bottle.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Ugh. This Gaterade is gross.” He grimaced. “Oh my God. This isn’t Gatorade. This is magnesium citrate.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the stuff you drink before a colonoscopy to, you know, clear yourself out.” Peter said with obvious discomfort.

“What?” You exclaimed and grabbed the bottle to read it for yourself. Sure enough, the neatly empty bottle was what Peter said it was.

“If you think about it, this is kinda the perfect way to end our non-date.” Peter said to try to make you feel better. You gave him a look before pulling out your phone.

“Hey Liz.” You said into the phone. “Funny story.”

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[itzpookiepooh]

Take Me Home

You tell them you wanna go home

You guys were in the parking lot when you decided to pull this stunt—and my goodness those big bunny eyes he gave you. You would never miss a chance to mess with Xavier but this joke was too good to pass up. You had to do this or else you’d never know what his reaction would be. Come on, did you really need a reason to prank him?

“I wanna go home.” You say sadly making him look over at you. His face was filled with sorrow. He didn’t want you to go home besides he just got you out of the house.

“Why?” He asks his soft voice with worry. You hold your breath trying not to laugh.

“I just wanna be alone that’s all.” You shrug pretending to be sad. He slides into the car giving you eye contact.

“Is it something I did?” He asks getting closer to you. You stare at him and he looked really good today. His messy hair from the wind really set the tone.

“No, of course not.” You coo holding his face squishing it. “Promise?” He muffles between his squished cheeks.

“I promise baby.” You kiss all over his face, “Can you stay?” He asks you looking into your eyes.

You smile sweetly at him, “Of course.” You couldn’t prank him with him being this cute.

Rafayel had been painting for hours when you decided to pull this on him. You got bored and needed something to do. Your game was less entertaining now than ever. You got up, sighed, and stretched before announcing your departure. He was confused because he drove you here. It’s nearly midnight.

“I think I’m going to go home.” You tell him as you crack your back. He freezes before his eyes shift to yours.

“Why?” He pouts with furrowed brows. You shrug before grabbing your bag.

“Just feel like being alone.” You tell him making him fully turn towards you. Alone? Not on his watch.

“You sick? I got medicine here.” He tells you before going to get it. “M’not sick.” You answer.

“Oh you’re tired. I have a bed. You know where it is go lie down.” He points towards the hallway.

“M’not tired.” You chuckle shaking your head. He tapped his chin before snapping.

“You’re hungry! Why didn’t you say something cutie?” He rushed to the kitchen making you laugh.

“I’m just joking Raf!” You yell after him as you hear pots, pans, and other utensils clash.

You and Caleb were flying around courtesy of your personal pilot. You decided now was better than never. You set the mood getting quieter and distant as he kept glancing over to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked before focusing on the sky again. “I wanna go home.” You blurt out making him almost jerk the plane.

He puts it into cruise mode and looks at you with puppy eyes. You knew he was about to start he always does. Those eyes told it all.

“Is it me? Something I did?” He questioned making you shake your head. “I just wanna go home.” You shrug as he continues to stare at you.

“Something’s wrong though. I can see it.” He touches your cheek making you look back at him. You involuntarily choke a laugh.

“You think you’re so funny.” He shakes his head before going back to the controls.

“Love youuuu.” You sing as you laugh.

Sylus came and got you after telling you in the most intricate way that he wants to spend time with you. You were with him for only 2 hours before you decided to prank him.

“Sylus, I want to go home.” You huff as you hang off of his couch. His eyes shift to you.

“Are you bored?” He asked as he puts his reading glasses down and looks at you. You shrug and look to the side.

“I just wanna be alone.” You said softly as you play with the fabric of the couch.

“You sound sad…is everything alright?” He turns to give you his undivided attention. You nearly cracked at those boba eyes.

“You make playing pranks so hard.” You huff and cross your arms. He smirks before chuckling. He knows what he’s doing.

Zayne liked being around you. You promised to spend today with him since you’re both off work. He took you to this restaurant he walked by last week and as you were waiting to get your lunch you decided it was now or never.

“I think I’m ready to go home.” You said as you traced your finger on the table. Zayne looked up with big eyes before looking around.

“Right now? What happened?” He was worried about how fast your mood changed. You were just smiling.

“Yeah…I just want to be alone right now.” You sigh before leaning back in the chair.

“Is it something I did? If it was I deeply apologize.” He spoke softly sending an arrow to your heart. You nearly fell apart.

“I was just joking but now I feel bad.” You mumbled as he looked at you. You ended up buying whatever dessert he wanted because it was only fair for the grief you caused him.

I gotta get through these drafts immediately!

[loveharlow]

Can you do one where you broke up with rafe in he just won’t leave you alone

⋯ ♡ᵎ 💬 : idk i kind of love this

soft!rafe(?), swearing, fluff at the end

The first few days, your phone was a constant buzzing in your pocket, his name flashing across the screen. You let it ring, the vibration a dull ache against your thigh.

Then, the ringing stopped, replaced by the satisfying click of you declining his calls. You thought, hoped, that he was finally getting the message.

You were wrong.

One afternoon, a call came through, and without thinking, you answered.

"Hello-"

"Please, baby, just talk to me. I'm so sorry. I messed everything up, I know, but please, just give me a chance." His voice, hoarse and desperate, filled your ear.

"Rafe..." you sighed, the weariness heavy in your voice. "You can't keep calling me. I said I needed space. And I really do. I need to think."

"Think about what? A-about us? About whether you want to be with me?-"

"About whether it's healthy to be with you." You interrupted his ramblings. You'd broken up because Rafe, lately, had just become too much — too many parties, too many drugs, too many arguments, too many apologies. "I...I'm sorry, Rafe."

So with those last words, you hung up, the silence that followed almost deafening. You immediately put your phone on do not disturb, hoping for some semblance of peace.

It lasted all of five minutes.

Your screen lit up with a barrage of texts. You scrolled through them, each one a fresh wound, especially since you hadn't had the heart to change his contact name just yet, or the picture of you two that accompanied.

(4) New iMessages from Rafey (My Baby)💕🧸 Please, I can’t live without you. Just tell me what to do. I'll do better, okay? I'll do whatever you want me to. Baby, please, let me fix this. I love you.

You took a deep breath, willing any lingering tears to go away as you typed out a curt reply.

You Please, don't make me block you, Rafe.

But he didn't listen. And the texts kept coming, interspersed with notifications of money being sent to your Cash App. He was trying to buy his way back in. And that was the final straw. So, with an extremely heavy heart, you blocked his number.

The quiet was a relief, but it was once again short-lived. He moved to social media. Every picture you’d ever posted, even ones from years ago, or ones he’d already liked, suddenly had a fresh like from @TheRealRafeCameron. He was reliking them, a desperate plea. Then came the DMs.

New Messages from TheRealRafeCameron You took our pictures down? Babe, please, don't do this I love you. Tell me you still love me. I need you.

You blocked him there too.

Minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text from your friend.

Nat💙 omg, did u see rafe's story?

You No, I blocked him.

Suddenly, a screenshot popped up. It was Rafe's Instagram story, a white background, a photo of the two of you in the middle, with black text above it: "$1000 to the first person who can get my girlfriend to unblock me. No questions asked."

Nat💙 girl, if it was me, i'd unblock him but maybe i'm too weak for this actually, yeah no, stand on business!! (idk what he did)

Your blood ran cold. He was really doing this. You took a deep breath, opened your own story: "If you message me about Rafe, I'll block you too."

Moments passed and, finally, everything went quiet.

You were able to drift off to sleep, the silence welcome. But in the middle of the night, a familiar roar shattered that peace.

Rafe's car.

Outside your window.

You shot up, heart pounding, and rushed to the window, careful not to wake your parents.

And there he was, standing in your driveway, the headlights of his car illuminating him, blinding you. He was holding a ridiculous, oversized stuffed animal, a bouquet of flowers, and a bag from your favorite restaurant.

You cracked your window. "Rafe!" You hissed, hands gripping the edge of you window seal. "What are you doing? My parents are sleeping!"

He looked up, his eyes wide and earnest. "I had to see you. I know it's late, okay, I know. But I can't do this, baby."

You gritted your teeth, rolling your eyes. "Wha- When-" You sighed, giving up whatever thought was trying to roll. "And where the hell did you find Valentine's stuff? It's June."

He offered a sheepish grin. "I have my ways." He said, a hint of smugness in his voice before it disappeared. "Please, just come down and talk to me. I know you're mad, but please..."

You stared him down without a word, though a part of you was already weakening.

"Just come down." He pleaded. "Five minutes. That's all I ask."

You hesitated, then sighed. You knew he wouldn't leave until you did. But there was also a part of you that didn't want him to.

You tiptoed downstairs, unlocked the front door, and stepped out into the cool night air.

He was there in an instant, the stuffed animal almost as big as him. He handed you the flowers and the food, then the giant plush. "I know I messed up..." He started, a hand reaching out to caress your face, voice low. "But I'm willing to do anything to fix this, okay? I mean it this time. I'm not lying, and I won't fall back, I swear. I just... I love you, and I don't know what to do without you. I don't know what life looks like without you, but I don't wanna find out. I never meant to hurt you and I won't do it ever again. I promise, okay?"

You looked at the ridiculous array of gifts, at the genuine remorse in his eyes, and a small, reluctant smile touched your lips. "...You're unbelievable, y'know that, right?"

He took your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "Is that a good unbelievable or a bad unbelievable?"

You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips. "Good."

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[littlelovelunette]

Sorry, but your recent reblog (butch knight) gave me an idea

Like... knight Vi x princess reader, but reader maybe has burnout or is sick, but still has courtly duties and Vi tries to be like "you've gotta rest," and r's like "but I have-" and vi goes "nope, I'm clearing your schedule, and anyone who dares knock on your door right now won't have that hand anymore now get in bed."

Fluff, hurt/comfort, forehead kisses maybe ;w;

~💜

rest up, amor

—knight!vi x princess!reader

barely the staff ever cared truly for royalty but when it came to your knight vi, she truly never failed. loyal as she was— there was devotion in her powder blue eyes. she ordered with a tone so heavy it could knock down mountains and conquer kingdoms easily, but when she spoke to you her voice was an octave lower, gaze softer than ever— respect, devotion, loyalty, servitude and best of all; love.

you had gotten dizzy, just a little. nothing out of the ordinary. you often got far too tired to carry out your courtly duties but your mother and father persisted you held your chin up ‘like a princess should.’

you smiled when vi told you “you should rest up, princess. you seem somewhat sleep deprived.” vi was always so gentle with you.

“i can't rest just yet,” your smile was as radiant as ever despite the sleepiness seeping through the edges of your droopy eyes. “i have courtly duties and—” your words were cut off by a yawn that forced its way out of your body, your hand reaching to cover your mouth. “pardon me.”

vi gave you a subtle nod. “even if i wanted to, the king desired for me to be exclusively present today, and i wouldn't want to ruin their reputation disobeying.”

“its barely voluntary disobedience if your health is at stake, my princess.” vi responded, straightening, “you need your rest if you wish not to pass out halfway into the hall, m'lady.”

your smile weakened. “i understand your concern, violet, but i can't go against the king and queen's wishes.” a determined look flickered in her eyes, and vi shook her head.

“ill speak to them on your behalf, m'lady, however it is crucial you get the rest that you need.” vi insisted but you couldn't take her help. you blinked away the drowsiness that threatened to take over your body.

“i will be fine.” you said before you tried to walk past vi, tripping over the hem of your own dress and almost falling. vi's muscular hand curled around your waist and easily hoisted you in place.

“you were saying?” you rolled your eyes at her cheeky remark before you regained balance and got up, straightening out the hem of your dress.

“fine... i suppose a small nap wouldn't hurt a soul.” you said reluctantly and allowed vi to guide you to your bed chambers. you felt lightheaded and leaned onto her for support most of the walk and she didn't seem to mind.

in fact, vi seemed to enjoy it. vi made sure you were tucked into your warm bed, hair splayed across the silk, plush pillows. vi gestured for the maids to draw the blinds of the windows and leave— they complied with no questions asked.

vi looked at you, “ill speak to the king and queen for you, my princess,” she knelt by the side of your bed. “but i wish you do not leave this bed until you're well.”

“violet... i cannot neglect my duties as crowned princess.”

“you will not be alive to fulfil said duties if you neglect your own health for the sake of the throne,” vi looked like for a split second she wanted to kiss the top of your hair, run a finger down your jaw and tell you how proud she was of you. but she held back. she smiled.

“come here.” you raised a hand, extending it to hold the side of her face.

vi, caught off-guard, took a glance around the bed chambers before leaning in and letting the side of her war calloused face rest against your smooth hand. vi was beautiful despite the scars, a strong woman whose devotion knew no bounds when it came to you.

“the kingdom's very lucky to have you,” you smiled faintly, “and i find you... so...”

you didn't know what words to use, all composure slipping when you felt the way her hot minty breath washed over your face. your cheeks flushed a faint shade of red and you felt vi’s lips meet yours. it was a slow soft kiss— one that made something in your chest flutter, a feeling you thought you'd lost after so long. vi parted from the kiss, hand hovering over your waist as if trying to determine whether touching you there would be the best decision so far. your eyes lowered, glancing at her lips before flicking back to her eyes.

“i want another,” you breathed out.

“dont get greedy now, princess,” vi said with a playful wink, voice full of light humor but she didn't deprive you.

the next kiss was something needy: her hands trailed down and held your waist, thumbs pressing against the skin and drawing patterns. you pulled her closer, your chest against hers as she kissed you deeper— her mouth was hot on yours. her tongue sleeved into your mouth and claimed her territory making you grin in the kiss. vi smiled too feeling the curl of your lips. your hands reached to hold her face. you both parted, grinning like idiots.

“youre so pretty...”

“i could say the same but pretty would be an understatement.” vi held your body against hers for a bit before she pushed up and away from the bed, leaving you wanting more.

“what if someone needs me?” you questioned.

“if anyone dares knock on this door,” vi drew in a deep breath, “they won't have that hand anymore.” you blushed a little, smiling and allowing vi to tuck you in carefully. she leaned in and her dry lips brushed against your forehead in a small kiss.

you yawned one last time before you drifted off to a deep and well-deserved slumber.

[5trrr]

☀️Hyun Ju One Shot☀️

“you’re sweet”

masterlist.

season three didn’t happen😇 (im still crying)

summary: You help Hyun Ju with her hair.

warnings: dry humping in the bathroom.

word count: 1978

Hyun Ju scanned herself in the mirror. She didn't look like what she had when the games had first started. Her bangs refused to sit right and her face felt so wrong. You watched silently from your spot beside her as she flicked and moved her bangs for what seemed like the millionth time. You sighed softly at the sight. You hated seeing her so...sad. Her eyes drooped with disappointment and her usually sweet, upturned lips were curved down, creating a frown that was so unlike her.

"Hyun Ju..." You gently reached up and stopped her hand from pulling at her hair again. "Can I help?" Your voice was gentle. Calm and inviting, wanting her to know you were only there to help.

The woman stared down at you. She was silent at first. Watching and waiting for your tone to turn hateful and for your eyes to hold the glare almost everyone else had toward her. But, it never came. You only held her fidgeting hand in yours, your fingers playing gently with the tips of her own.

"Yes, please." She nodded. "That'd be nice."

You grinned and she couldn't help but smile with you. Your joy was contagious. Even with all the death and the rage and the sadness in the games, you smiled at everyone like you were just passing them on the street.

Hyun Ju followed as you led her into a stall, sitting as you told her to. She stared up at you, throat bobbing as she swallowed. You were so pretty, standing above her like this. Your eyes concentrated on her hair as you stood back to examine it. She took the chance to scan her own across your face. You were the most beautiful girl she'd seen. Sweaty. Tear-streaked. Small, barely there wrinkles from smiling. Those only made you prettier. The sweat made your skin glow in the dim lighting. The tear streaks made you look emotional. Still human, unlike some of the others they were stuck with. And, your smile lines. They filled up when you smiled making your face look that much kinder.

A hand wrapped around her chin ripped her from her silent admiration. Hyun Ju's eyes zeroed in on yours, the spark still shining bright in them. So many had already lost that.

"You're very pretty." You whispered it so easily. Simply. No teasing or malice behind your words. Only kindness.

Hyun Ju swallowed thickly. "Thank you."

You took another step closer, your legs nestling between Hyun Ju's thighs. She held her breath as you did, her legs spreading wider. She felt her face heat up from the proximity. You were so close. So warm. So perfect, right there between her legs like you belonged. You slowly pulled the hair tie from her hair and placed it on your wrist. Your hands disappeared in her dark hair and she sighed, her head leaning gently into you. A quiet giggle left you at the sight and she blushed. Her head tried to move forward, embarrassed by how desperate she seemed, but your hands followed. You eased your hands through her hair, gently removing the knots that had formed.

"Stay still." You whispered and she obliged instantly, fighting the urge to press into your hands.

Hyun Ju wanted to stay there forever. No games. No players. Just you, her, and the butterflies flying around in her stomach.

Her hand brushed gently on your thigh and you didn't shy away from it. You came closer, hands still buried in her hair. She let it wrap around the cloth of your tracksuit, around the softness of your thigh.

Your hands continued to play with her hair. You flipped it into a side part and a braid and then multiple small ones. The whole time you did, she sat there. Silent. Still. Eyes stuck on you like opposing magnets.

"Sorry for keeping you here." You hummed softly, smoothing down her hair. "This just...reminds me a lot of my friend out there." Hyun Ju didn't speak. Even if she could, she wouldn't have interrupted your moment of vulnerability. You looked so sad. Eyes tracing slowly over her face and your words carrying grief, almost as if you had already resigned yourself to the fact you weren't making it out of the games. "My friend and I...we used to stay up late with each other and just do each other's hair. Over and over again until our hands cramped and our eyes couldn't stay open." You sighed at the thought. She could see the pain in your eyes. So different from their usual spunky spark.

Hyun Ju shook her head. Her hands reached up and gently held yours. "Don't apologize. It's sweet. You're..." She hesitated. You nodded, gently encouraging her to continue. "You're sweet. Do my hair as long as you want. I'm just happy to have some help." Your smile returned at her words and she let a breath of relief escape her.

"I'm sweet?" Your mind couldn't pass over the way she had said that. One hand wrapped under her chin and gently guided her to look up at you.

"Yes. You're sweet." She nodded gently against your hand as she spoke. "Not everybody has shown me this much kindness yet."

You let your eyes drag over her. She was flushed. Her hair was tousled from how you had touched it. A sheer layer of sweat covered her skin. The tip of her tongue poked out from her pretty lips and slowly, painfully so, slid across the bottom one. Your own mouth fell open slightly at the sight.

"They should." You whispered.

Hyun Ju's hands found your thighs again, slowly cupping the back of them. She gave you time to pull away. To push her away and finally let your real thoughts out. To wait for your eyes to lose their spark and sport the glare and disgusted curl of their lips.

It never came.

You stayed slotted between her thighs, holding her head in your palm like she was the most delicate thing. A flower in your hand, still attached to its stem and its petals so perfectly aligned, and just the right amount of water droplets scattered across.

Hyun Ju tightened her grip around the back of your thighs. She made sure you weren't uncomfortable, scanning your face, before gently guiding you onto her lap.

"Is this okay?" Her words were quick and rushed. Hasty, like the two of you only had moments until something would go wrong.

"More than okay."

A breath she didn't know she'd been holding escaped her. She sighed as you settled on her, legs entwining with hers as if the two of you had done this a million times.

You wished you had. Her hands were so gentle. Her fingers were held tightly together. She was scared to let them hold more of you. Scared of what it would make her want to do.

"You're beautiful."

The words were almost inaudible as they left you. Still, she caught them. She could feel the familiar wetness begin to form in her eyes. It was different this time. It wasn't from mean comments or stares or shoves. It was because of you. So sweet and kind and good. Too much for her to handle.

You gasped when you noticed the glossiness of her eyes. "Did I do something? I-I'm sorry." Your mouth moved quicker than she could process, your body following quickly, moving to slide off of her thighs.

"N-No." Hyun Ju tightened her hands, holding you still. She sniffled and laughed weakly. "I know it's dumb, but you're just...you're so nice." Her words were meek. Whispered to you, only ever for your ears to hear.

"It's not dumb." You swiped a loose strand of hair from her face as the first tear finally fell. You leaned forward and she sat perfectly still. She was frozen as your lips pecked against her cheek, right where the tear had slid.

Hyun Ju's whole body shivered at the faint brush of your lips. She could barely contain herself anymore. You were so pretty. Fitting so perfectly on her lap. Pressing your lips to each tear that fell. Treating her like she was something so delicate, it had to be treated with only the faintest of touches. She almost felt like that was true as she looked up at you. She was so close to giving in. To let you stay there forever, giggling and crying and wanting until you were found.

"I think..." Your face inched closer. She watched you with wide eyes as you stopped barely an inch from her face.

You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence.

Hyun Ju leaned forward and pressed her lips to yours. It only lasted a second before she pulled back. Maybe less. You didn't care. You wanted more.

Hyun Ju looked up at you in horror. She felt her heart drop to her stomach. What had she just done? Your eyes found hers and she fought the urge to flinch back. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt frozen, stuck under your surprised gaze.

"I-I'm sor-" Her words were muffled as your lips pressed to hers once more.

She gasped quietly and you smiled. "Don't apologize." You teased your tongue across her bottom lip and she opened quickly, letting it slip easily into her mouth. "Been waiting for this..." You held her head in your hands, cupping her skin. She leaned into you and her hands pulled you closer by your thighs. The movement pressed your hips together and she groaned softly. You could feel her arousal poking against you.

You giggled softly. “You like this?” She hummed into your mouth, her hands clutching onto you more than enough of an answer. You slowly rolled your hips against her. Painfully slow. Testing the waters. She responded with a gasp and her mouth pulled from yours. She was panting. Hard. Eyes stuck on you.

“Please…” Her words were breathless and rushed, like the thought of you stopping pained her. “Don’t stop.”

You nodded and you moved again. Faster. Letting her hands grip you and hold you against her. Her breathing was quick in your ear. One of her hands moved up, over the curve of your ass and the slight arch of your back until she could bury it into your hair. She didn’t twist it or scrunch it in her hand. She only held it. Gentle. Caring. So careful as her hips bucked up and you gasped.

“Hyun Ju…” You whispered. She cradled your head against her neck, letting you grind against her. “S-So good. You feel so good.”

Hyun Ju smiled. Her lips pressed gently to your shoulder as she felt you shudder. You were so close. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your words were reduced to whimpers against her throat. She shushed you, guiding your head back until she could reconnect your lips. You leaned into it, knowing you had to be quiet.

“Are you gonna come?” Her question was whispered gently into your ear. You nodded faintly. Her lips trailed across your cheek. “Come.” She pressed her lips back onto yours roughly, silencing any noises as your hips suddenly stilled.

She held you, hands rubbing soothing shapes on your skin. She finally pulled back when you calmed, staring up at your glistening face. Even tired out like you were now, you were so beautiful.

She slowly pulled her hand from your hair and you smiled. “Gonna have to fix both our hair.”

Hyun Ju giggled with you. One of her hands reached up and swiped the loose strands from your head. “Let’s just…Stay here a little longer.”

“Okay.” Was all you said as you let her arms curl around you and pull you into her chest.

[seat-safety-switch]

Investigator Pistachio stands in my foyer. Ever since I inherited that nut plantation on the edge of town, the local cops have been up in my business. No doubt sent by my competition, who probably were the ones who rubbed out my beloved great uncle, whatever his name was.

"We got a hot tip that you might be growing peanuts," sneered Pistachio, so obviously in on the joke that he might as well be winking at me as he delivered his mustache-twirling threat. "You know those things are legumes. You're not cleared for that in this sector."

Of course I knew. Everyone knew. Back in elementary school, during the weekly peanut-facts classes, they drilled it into you. Some of the kids resisted. How could it be true, if they had "nut" right in the name? They suffered on the standardized provincial tests for peanut knowledge, I'll tell you that much. Like 30% of your grade. One of the kids who stood on principle, well, I saw him the other day working at the gas station. He seemed to be doing quite well for himself, and had a lovely family waiting at home.

My mind raced. Peanuts, here? I had not seen every square inch of the property, it's true. How could it be possible? My great uncle had only popped his clogs a few short months ago, and most of the time since then had been tied up in probate court. Even once I got the keys to the place, well, I spent almost all of those hours doing doughnuts on the lawn using his ancient Massey-Ferguson. Those old tractors can really get after it. Certainly, if there were peanuts, I hadn't planted them, but such a statement wouldn't pass muster with the cop apparatus bearing down upon me.

We walked out into the fields. Pistachio vectored towards a distant corner, near the highway, as if he knew exactly what he expected to find there.

"You know," I started talking to make conversation, "pistachios aren't really nuts, either. They're some kind of fucked-up seed."

My elementary-school bullying experience had paid off. He rose to the occasion, needled by hearing the same jokes he had been the victim of his entire professional career.

"Culinary nuts are still considered nuts, even if they aren't true biological nuts," spat the crooked cop.

I clicked off the tape recorder. I had what I came for.

[mythicalmaven]

Gotta Be You - Charles Leclerc (FIVE)

masterlist | promptlist

Long overdue! But here it is!❤️ sorry for the long wait, pregnancy exhaustion got the best of me😂

↳pairing: charles leclerc x female!gasly!reader ↳word count: 4,8K ↳warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, ↳chapter warnings: angst, swearing, 18+ content, sexual content (MDNI!), smut, fingering, sexual tension ↳summary: In which you go on a shared holiday with both your and your brother's friend group, forced to be confronted with your former teenage crush Charles LeClerc yet again. The only problem is? You can't stand him nowadays, until you suddenly can.

You were woken up by the bright daylight piercing through your eyelids. Harsh, blinding light stabbing through your closed eyelids, forcing you to stir. A dull, throbbing pain bloomed in your temples, growing worse as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. Your mouth was dry, your limbs heavy, and there was an unmistakable wave of nausea creeping up as you shifted slightly on the couch—wait, the couch?

Blinking your eyes open, you winced at the brightness filtering through the curtains. The living room was spinning slightly, or maybe that was just your brain struggling to catch up. This wasn’t your bed. Why weren’t you in your bed?

A groan escaped your lips as you turned your head, barely able to process anything beyond the splitting headache hammering against your skull. The sound of soft footsteps caught your attention, and moments later, Dennis reappeared from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water in one hand. He looked far too awake for your liking, his face holding an expression that was equal parts amusement and mild concern.

Finally managing to move your stiff limbs, you shifted slightly on the couch, rubbing a hand over your aching forehead. Your voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Good morning.”

Dennis huffed a quiet laugh, setting the glass of water down on the coffee table before dropping onto the edge of it, facing you. “Morning? It’s almost noon, Gasly.”

You groaned again, forcing yourself to sit up despite your body's protests. “Don’t. Too loud.”

That only made Dennis chuckle more, which in turn made you reach up and press the heel of your palm against your forehead. “Way too loud,” you grumbled, reaching for the water he had placed in front of you.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you go as hard as you did last night.”

You paused, the glass of water halfway to your lips, frowning. “Honestly I don't remember half of the evening” Taking a tentative sip, you swallowed against the rawness in your throat, waiting for his answer.

Dennis raised a brow. “You seriously don’t remember?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to drag up the events of the previous evening. There were flashes—drinks being passed around, laughter, a game—but beyond that, things were murky at best. “I... kind of remember,” you admitted hesitantly. “But not everything. Like... I remember the kiss.”

Dennis leaned back slightly, tilting his head in interest. “The kiss?” he said. He knew damn well what kiss you were talking about, but he got a little fun out of messing with you.

“With Charles,” you clarified, opening your eyes to look at him. The memory made your stomach churn—not necessarily because of the kiss itself, but because of what had followed. “The truth or dare thing. I remember that much. But after that…” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I eavesdropped on him and Pierre. After that, I don’t remember a damn thing.”

Dennis let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Yikes.”

You rubbed at your temples again, frustration creeping in. “How the hell did I end up on this couch?”

“Beats me,” Dennis said with a shrug. “You were still up and moving when I went to bed. But you were definitely out of it. I tried to get you to bed, but it was literally impossible, so I kinda gave up, sorry”

“Great,” you muttered, slumping back against the couch. “So I could’ve had entire conversations with people, and I wouldn’t even know.”

Dennis smirked. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You shot him a glare, which only made his smirk widen.

“Relax,” he said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It might come back in a few hours. Just take it easy, drink some water. You’ll be fine.”

You sighed, taking another sip from the glass, trying to focus on the coolness of the liquid against your dry throat. “I feel like shit.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Dennis deadpanned, leaning back again. “But, hey, maybe that’s karma. You and Charles were at each other’s throats all night.”

That made you frown. “We were?”

Dennis let out a breathy laugh. “Oh yeah. But that’s nothing new. Though, to be honest, I don’t get it. He was staring at you all night, you know.”

Your head snapped up at that, instantly regretting the movement as another wave of pain crashed through your skull. “What?”

Dennis nodded, watching you with amusement. “Seriously. I don’t know how you didn’t notice. Every time you weren’t looking, he was. I swear, that guy has it bad for you, but you two can’t seem to go five minutes without arguing.”

You exhaled slowly, letting the words sink in. Your memories were too foggy to confirm or deny anything, but the idea of Charles watching you when you weren’t looking sent a strange sensation through your chest.

Dennis stood up, stretching his arms over his head before glancing down at you again. “Have you talked to Pierre or Arthur yet?”

You snorted. “Dennis, I just told you—I don’t even remember how I got on this couch. Do you really think I'd remember if I talked to them?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough. Well, maybe they can fill in some of the blanks.”

You hummed noncommittally, still trying to piece together the fragments of last night. Something told you that whatever you had forgotten… it wasn’t insignificant.

The moment Arthur stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold, you couldn’t help but chuckle. A mistake. The instant vibration of your own laughter sent a stabbing pain through your skull, like someone was driving an ice pick straight between your temples. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut, but not enough to stop yourself from throwing a teasing remark his way.

"You know, you could consider lifting your foot when entering a room," you muttered, pressing your fingers against your forehead.

Arthur groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes. "You could consider shutting up when you're hungover." Then, as if to punish you for your insolence, he reached out and smacked the back of your head—not hard, but just enough to make you yelp.

"Be nice," he warned with a smirk, flopping down beside you on the couch, "or else I'll shove you in a closet with Charles and lock you both in."

"Are you trying to kill me?" you groaned, rubbing your head. "Christ, Arthur, careful—hangover."

Arthur stretched his arms, completely unbothered by your pain, and gave you a once-over. "Yeah, well, you look awful," he observed with a chuckle. "Although I didn’t expect anything less after seeing the state you were in when you went up to your room last night."

You frowned. "I went up to my room?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow at your confusion, then let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I had a feeling you wouldn’t remember that part."

Your stomach turned uneasily. If you had gone to your room… then how the hell had you ended up on this couch?

"Wait." You sat up straighter, bracing a hand against your head as the motion sent another wave of pain through your skull. "How the fuck did I even end up down here, then?"

Arthur shrugged, but there was something unreadable in his expression. "Might have something to do with Charles. I checked on you, but when I went upstairs, you were on the balcony talking to him."

The word balcony sent a cold shiver down your spine.

Your hands flew to your face, rubbing at your temples as fragmented memories teased the edges of your mind. "God," you muttered, trying to piece it together. "I don’t even know what happened there."

Arthur draped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed gently. "I don’t know either," he admitted, "but I’m pretty sure you and Charles have something to talk about." His voice was casual, but you could hear the curiosity behind it. "Couldn’t have been that bad, right? Maybe Charles remembers?"

And just as if the universe had a cruel sense of timing, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Maybe I remember what exactly?"

Your body tensed. Your eyes shot up toward the doorway, locking onto the figure standing there: Charles.

His gaze met yours instantly, and in that moment, something inside you clicked. The floodgates burst open, and the memories rushed back in all at once. Your breath caught "Oh fuck" you croaked out.

*30 minutes earlier*

The first thing Charles became aware of was the dull pounding in his skull. The second was the unfamiliar weight in his lower abdomen, the tight discomfort that made his breathing uneven.

He groaned, cracking his eyes open, instantly regretting it as the bright morning light stabbed through his vision.

He clenched his jaw, willing his body to calm down, but the moment he tried to shift, the memories from last night surfaced with brutal clarity.

Her. The balcony. Her hand on his thigh.

His own helpless, pathetic reaction to it.

Charles exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand over his face, as if that would wipe away the images replaying in his mind—the way she had touched him, the way she had looked at him, knowing exactly what she was doing. The way she had whispered his name like a damn tease, breath warm against his ear.

And the worst part? He had let her. No, he had wanted her to.

His body shuddered slightly at the memory of how close he had been to completely unraveling beneath her touch. He swallowed, willing himself to ignore the ache between his legs, but it was useless. The ghost of her fingers still lingered on his skin.

Charles forced himself up, running a hand through his already-messy hair, his stomach twisting with something he refused to name.

The hangover was manageable, but the nerves? The confusion? Not so much.

He remembered everything. Every breath, every touch, every sound. And what made it worse was that he had no idea how she felt about it now.

Would she regret it? Laugh it off? Pretend it never happened?

He wanted to believe it had just been the alcohol, that neither of them had meant to blur that line between them—but deep down, he knew better.

Because it wasn’t just last night. It had always been there. The tension. The fighting. The push and pull between them, like they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to strangle each other or—

He couldn’t do this right now.

With a deep breath, he forced himself out of bed, ignoring the tightness in his chest—and lower—and grabbed a hoodie to throw over his head. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled it on. He wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover or from the thought of facing her after last night.

Maybe she doesn’t remember.

The thought should’ve relieved him, but instead, it twisted something deep inside him.

He needed to go downstairs. Needed to see her, to figure out where they stood. But every step felt heavier, the nerves tangling in his stomach.

When he finally made his way to the living room, he could hear voices—hers and Arthur’s.

And then, as he stepped into the doorway, he caught her gaze.

Wide eyes, parted lips, and then—

The sharp realization in her expression, the way her pupils dilated as the memories clearly came rushing back to her. Her reaction hit him like a fist to the gut.

And then she muttered, barely above a whisper "Oh fuck."

Charles' heart pounded in his chest.

Yeah. Oh fuck, indeed.

The two of you had been staring at each other in tense silence for what felt like an eternity, the weight of the unspoken pressing down like a storm waiting to break. Charles' gaze was unreadable, his jaw tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. You, on the other hand, felt like the room was closing in on you, like you were teetering on the edge of something you weren’t ready to confront.

Then, suddenly, it became too much.

You shot up from the couch, the abrupt motion making your vision blur for a second. The remnants of your hangover still clung to you, but the fresh surge of adrenaline forced it into the background.

"I'm not doing this now," you muttered, your voice hoarse as you turned on your heel and rushed past Charles, brushing against his shoulder as you escaped the suffocating air of the living room.

The hallway felt impossibly long, stretching out before you like some cruel labyrinth, but you weren’t given the chance to make it far before you collided into someone solid.

Dennis.

His hands instinctively steadied you, fingers gripping your arms as he took in your flushed face, your wide eyes, and the way your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" he asked, amusement tinged with concern. "You look like you've just seen a ghost. And I don't mean because of the hangover"

You swallowed thickly, trying to form words, but the panic was creeping in, wrapping itself around your lungs like a vice. "I remember what happened," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper, a strange mixture of disbelief and self-directed frustration lacing your tone. You took a shaky breath. "God, I remember what happened."

Dennis' brows furrowed. "Oh shit. What did you do?"

He gently but firmly took hold of your wrist and started leading you toward his bedroom, away from the prying eyes and ears of the house. Neither of you noticed Charles shift slightly in his place, his expression darkening when he saw Dennis guiding you away, his grip on your wrist firm. He took a step forward, instinct screaming at him to follow, but then he stopped, jaw clenching as he watched you disappear into Dennis' room. His fingers twitched at his sides before he exhaled sharply, turning away.

Inside Dennis’ room, he closed the door behind you and guided you toward his bed, sitting down beside you while keeping his hands on your wrists, a silent anchor. "Breathe," he instructed, voice softer now. "Slow it down."

You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to inhale through your nose, exhaling in a shaky breath. It took a few more attempts before the erratic pace of your breathing evened out. When you finally opened your eyes again, Dennis was watching you closely.

"Okay," he said, his tone careful. "Wanna tell me what you remember? Or do you not wanna talk about it?"

You groaned, tilting your head back until you were staring at the ceiling. "Dennis, I'm an absolute idiot. Merde," you cursed under your breath.

Dennis smirked slightly, but he stayed quiet, waiting.

You sighed heavily before speaking again. "I bumped into him on the balcony... I don’t know what the hell came over me, but I put my hand on his thigh and started teasing him about the kiss." You hesitated, feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I was... pretty much seducing him."

Dennis lifted a brow, barely restraining a chuckle. "No way."

You shot him a glare, but it lacked real venom. "Shut up."

"I mean, I always knew you had a flair for the dramatic, but damn—"

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. "It gets worse."

Dennis leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling with barely-contained amusement. "Oh, please continue."

You peeked at him between your fingers before dropping your hands into your lap, fingers twisting together. "And then I kinda... you know—" You trailed off, making a vague gesture with your hand.

Dennis stared at you, waiting. "No, I don’t know. Spell it out for me."

You exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. "I started... you know, as if my hands were moving on their own, I started doing things to him."

There was a beat of silence before Dennis let out a loud, incredulous laugh. "Holy shit. Are you telling me you gave your brother's best friend a handjob on a balcony while drunk?"

"No! God no!" You snapped, but your mortified expression wasn’t helping your case. "It wasn’t— It was just through his jeans! That doesn’t count as a—"

Dennis gave you a deadpan look. "The only thing preventing it from being an actual handjob was a layer of denim, Gasly. It was basically the same thing."

You groaned, flopping backward onto his bed, covering your face with your hands. "God, don’t remind me. I feel bad enough already."

Dennis hummed in thought before his expression turned more serious. "Do you regret it?"

Your breath hitched in your throat.

He noticed immediately, eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

You sat up slightly, staring at him. "It shouldn’t have happened."

Dennis studied you for a moment. "Maybe not. But it did. And maybe... maybe that means something."

You shook your head, not ready to unpack that. "I don’t know, Dennis. I don’t know if that’s the right choice."

Dennis leaned back against his palms. "Well, you can either pretend it didn’t happen and keep acting like you hate each other, or you can be honest with yourself for once."

You sighed heavily. "Yeah, well, being honest is terrifying."

Dennis smirked. "So is falling for someone when you least expect it."

Your stomach twisted at the implication, but you didn’t argue.

Because deep down, you knew he wasn’t wrong.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur of forced normalcy, both of you pretending as if nothing had happened. Meals were eaten, conversations were had, and yet the weight of the previous night hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Charles barely looked at you, and you returned the favor, even though you were hyperaware of his every movement.

As the evening settled in, you both eventually retreated to your respective rooms to freshen up before rejoining the group again. The walls between your rooms were thin, and Charles could hear you moving around, the faint rustle of clothing, the clatter of items being shifted on the dresser. He exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the sink. It shouldn’t have affected him the way it did, but it did. He was reminded of the way you had touched him the night before—bold, teasing, completely in control.

The memory sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through him, tightening in his lower abdomen. He groaned under his breath, stepping into the shower, hoping the cold water would help clear his mind. It didn’t. He tried to ignore the way his body reacted, tried to focus on anything else, but the persistent ache refused to subside. He turned up the water pressure, letting it hit his back, forcing himself to take deep breaths. It was working, barely, until he realized he had forgotten his towels. And his shampoo.

"Merde," he muttered, running a hand through his wet hair. With no other option, he called out, "Hey—can you hear me?"

There was a pause before your voice responded from the other side of the door. "What the hell do you want?"

He rolled his eyes, even as amusement curled at the edge of his lips. "I forgot my towels. And my shampoo."

Silence.

Then, a scoff. "Not my problem."

Charles huffed, leaning his forehead against the cool tile. "Come on, just grab them for me. The door’s open."

"Hell no, I’m not coming in while you’re naked in the shower."

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Oh, don’t be a pussy. I’m behind the curtain. It’s not like you’re going to see anything."

You groaned, muttering curses under your breath before relenting. "Fine. Where are they?"

"Towel’s in my closet. Shampoo’s in my bag."

You muttered something under your breath that he didn’t catch before disappearing down the hall. As soon as he heard your footsteps fade, he let out a shaky breath, his hand trailing lower, just for a second. It didn’t help. If anything, it only made it worse.

By the time you returned, he had forced himself to remain still, gripping the showerhead in frustration. You walked in, placing the towel and shampoo on the counter.

"Here. Happy now?"

"Almost." He hesitated before adding, "Can you grab my shower gel too?"

You rolled your eyes but turned to grab it from the counter, bending over slightly. Charles exhaled harshly through his nose, his grip tightening as he caught the silhouette of your body through the curtain. The curve of your waist, the length of your legs—he clenched his jaw, fighting the groan that threatened to slip out.

When you straightened and turned back toward him, your eyes flickered to his silhouette. He was toned, defined, years of training evident in the way his body moved. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.

You handed him the shower gel, your fingers brushing for just a moment. A jolt of something sharp shot through you, making you tense. He felt it too.

You quickly turned away, intending to leave, but your gaze caught your reflection in the mirror. You frowned. "Since you’re not ready yet, are you okay if I take off my makeup here? I look like shit, and it feels gross."

Charles exhaled slowly. "Sure. Whatever."

You nodded, grabbing a cotton pad and micellar water, starting to wipe away the remnants of the day. He finished his shower, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist.

When you closed your eyes to rinse your face, you didn’t hear him step closer. Didn’t register the way he hesitated behind you until you felt the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, sliding down to your arm, gently pulling it away from your face.

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Stop pretending you don’t remember yesterday."

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don't remember what happened on that balcony"

He chuckled, the sound low, knowing. "Really? Then why do you assume I was talking about the balcony?"

Your body tensed, goosebumps rising along your arms. He noticed.

Tension coiled thick between you, and when his hands roamed lower, his palm pressing against your lower stomach, your grip tightened on the counter. You sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, teasing, exploring.

He was hard against you, the towel doing little to hide it, and your own arousal was building rapidly.

You met his gaze in the mirror, the reflection of your bodies entwined sending a shiver through you. He smirked slightly, fingers dipping lower.

A sharp inhale escaped your lips as his fingers teased along the sensitive skin just below your navel before slipping lower, pressing against the heat between your thighs. Your grip on the counter tightened, knuckles turning white as a slow, burning pleasure coiled in your stomach.

Charles watched your reflection intently, his own breathing shallow, his pupils blown wide with desire. His free hand skimmed up your arm, fingers brushing over your pulse point, feeling how erratic it was. His lips hovered close to your ear again, his voice nothing but a husky murmur.

"You’re shaking," he observed, voice laced with amusement but also something softer, something darker.

You tried to steady your breath, but it was impossible when his fingers pressed firmer, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your knees feel weak.

"Charles," you exhaled, half warning, half plea.

He hummed against your skin, lips barely grazing the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. "You like this." It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one he knew you wouldn’t deny.

Your reflection betrayed you—half-lidded eyes, parted lips, flushed skin. You hated that he could read you so well.

He continued his torturous pace, dragging his fingers over the damp heat of your core, making your stomach twist in pleasure. Your hips twitched involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and he smirked against your skin.

"So responsive," he murmured, his own restraint hanging by a thread.

Your hands clenched around the counter, your head tipping back against his shoulder, and for a fleeting second, you forgot everything but the way he made you feel.

The tension crackled like a live wire between you, and neither of you were willing to break it.

Not yet.

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But it seemed like fate had another plan.

Just as your body was tipping into that dangerous edge between want and need, your phone suddenly blared its ringtone—loud, sharp, and completely out of place in the thick heat between you.

You jolted, muscles tensing, the noise yanking you from the haze. Your eyes shot to the bathroom counter, where the phone vibrated insistently against the marble surface.

Kika.

Charles stilled for a fraction of a second, a smirk curling slowly on his lips when he saw the name on the screen. “Answer it,” he whispered against your neck, voice dark and low, fingers still resting between your thighs, unmoving—but not for long.

You turned your head slightly, trying to glare at him, breath shaky. “You’re insane.”

“Mm,” he hummed, mouth grazing your jaw. “And you love it.”

Before you could say anything else, he reached around you and grabbed the phone with one hand, his other hand never leaving your body. With a single, casual swipe, he answered the call and tapped speaker.

He didn’t say a word.

"Hey, are you almost ready? We were thinking of grabbing a drink in the garden," Kika’s voice rang out, light and cheerful, oblivious.

Your pulse slammed against your throat.

Charles moved again.

Slowly, deliberately, his fingers resumed their wicked rhythm, sliding against your slick heat with practiced ease. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as you struggled to stay upright, gripping the counter for dear life. He was relentless—circling, pressing, teasing. And yet, entirely silent, like he wasn’t doing anything at all.

“I—” you swallowed hard, fighting the tremble in your voice. “I’m almost ready. I-I’ll be down soon.”

Charles dipped his head, kissing just beneath your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. The smug bastard was enjoying every second of this.

There was a brief pause on the line.

“You okay?” Kika asked. “You sound… weird.”

You forced a shaky laugh, one that probably gave away more than it concealed. “Yeah. Peachy.”

Charles chuckled silently against your shoulder, his breath hot as it danced along your skin. His fingers sped up, the pressure just right, sending waves of heat spiraling up your spine.

Kika sounded unconvinced. “Are you sure?Did you have another fight with Charles or something?”

"No, just not in the mood for his presence, that's all" you managed to say quite steadily.

Your eyes locked on Charles in the mirror. He looked positively unbothered—amused, even. His hand flexed against your lower stomach, holding you in place as his movements grew more deliberate, more intense. Your hips shifted involuntarily, grinding back against the towel around his waist. You felt him, hard and pulsing beneath the thin fabric, the friction making him groan softly into your neck before biting it lightly, trying to muffle the sound.

It only made everything worse.

Or better.

"Is he there or something?" Kika joked.

“No,” you choked out. “He’s not here.”

He bit down harder on your shoulder this time, just enough to make you squirm.

Kika sighed. “Alright, well, hurry up. I’ll see you down there?”

“Yeah. I’ll—” your voice broke off into a strangled gasp as Charles curved his fingers inside you just right, his thumb finding that perfect rhythm on your clit. You bit your lip so hard it hurt. “I’ll be down in five.”

“Okay! See you.” And just like that, the call ended.

The moment the line went dead, Charles dropped the phone back onto the counter and lifted his head, catching your dazed expression in the mirror.

He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“You lied to your friend,” he murmured, pressing his body tighter against yours. The wet towel barely separated you, and you could feel the heat of him, the tension in every line of his frame.

“I didn't really have a choice, did I?” you shot back breathlessly. "You were the one that couldn't hold back his moan."

“You were writhing,” he countered, leaning in to kiss the side of your neck. “You made me moan.” he said casually.

You shivered when his lips found that sensitive spot beneath your jaw again, his free hand now trailing up your torso, finding your breast through your thin top and palming it gently, teasing your nipple through the fabric. You arched into him, overwhelmed, pleasure crackling through your nerves like electricity.

"Charles," you breathed, but this time there was no warning in your voice—only desperation.

“Let go,” he whispered, voice almost reverent. “I’ve got you.”

His fingers moved faster, more insistent now, relentless in the way he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You couldn't stop the sounds that fell from your lips—soft, gasping, needy.

The coil in your stomach tightened until it snapped, pleasure cascading through your entire body in a blinding rush. Your hips bucked against his hand, your grip bruising on the counter, your body shuddering against his.

He didn’t stop until every last wave had ebbed, until your breath came in shallow, broken gasps and your legs barely held you upright.

Only then did he pull back, pressing one final kiss to your neck before stepping away, leaving a trail of wet footprints across the bathroom floor.

He turned toward the door, glancing over his shoulder with that same infuriating, devastating smirk.

“Well,” he said, grabbing a new towel from the hook, “I'm off getting ready, you could have been ready ages ago.”

You shot him a look, still trying to catch your breath.

He winked, cocky as ever. “Get dressed, chérie. Wouldn’t want them to think we were doing something scandalous.”

And with that, he disappeared into his room—completely unaffected.

You, however, were still trembling. And your makeup was only half off.

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Fushiguro Megumi x Reader !

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”You, since then.”

Gojo brings him in when he’s just six.

Megumi’s tiny, quiet, and bruised by a world he doesn’t even understand yet.

You’re seven, mouth full of sweets and eyes full of curiosity, staring at the boy standing beside Gojo’s leg like a shadow.

“Who’s that?”

You tug on Gojo’s sleeve.

“That’s Megumi,” he says brightly. “He’s staying with us now.”

Us.

You look at him.

He doesn’t look back.

---

At first, he’s cold.

Not cruel. Just guarded.

You offer him half your pudding cup during lunch.

He looks at it, blinks, and says, “I don’t like sweets.”

You shrug. “More for me.”

The next day, you offer again.

He takes it without a word.

---

Gojo enrolls you both at Jujutsu Tech early. You're just kids, learning how to fight monsters most people never even see.

You and Megumi get paired for everything. Sparring. Studying. Missions.

He becomes the one you always rely on.

You become the only person he lets in.

---

By the time you're thirteen, he’s already taller than you. Already more distant.

But not with you.

He never misses your matches. Never lets anyone else partner with you on missions.

Never says no when you ask him to sit on the rooftop and watch the stars.

Sometimes he even smiles.

Just for you.

---

“Why are you always following me?” he mumbles once, eyes half-lidded.

You grin. “Because you’d get yourself killed without me.”

He huffs.

But he never tells you to stop.

---

You grow up together.

Through curses and near-deaths, through long silences and dumb jokes Gojo tells to make you laugh.

When you’re sixteen, you realize you love him.

Not the easy kind of love. Not a crush, not a passing feeling.

The kind of love that burrows deep and stays quiet.

The kind that aches.

---

The thing about Megumi is—

He doesn’t say much. But he remembers everything.

The food you like. The way you tie your shoes. The exact tempo you hum when you’re nervous.

And he looks at you like the world might fall apart if he blinks too long.

---

You almost confess once.

It’s during a mission. You both nearly die. He gets hurt—badly.

You’re yelling at him, shaking, tears in your eyes as you press gauze to his bleeding side.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” you say, voice cracking.

He grabs your wrist. Gaze dark.

“You think I’d leave you alone in this world?”

He says it so easily. Like it’s obvious.

Like he’s been carrying that answer for years.

Your heart stutters.

But before you can speak—Gojo crashes in with a “HELLO?? EVERYONE ALIVE???” and the moment vanishes like smoke.

---

And then it’s back to late-night rooftop talks. Back to brushing hands but never holding.

Back to almost.

Until tonight.

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You’re both eighteen now.

It’s late. The city is quiet. And Megumi’s sitting beside you, legs stretched out, eyes up at the sky.

You don’t know why tonight feels different.

But it does.

“Do you ever think about before?” you ask softly.

He glances at you. “Before what?”

“Before you came here. Before you met me.”

His jaw tightens. “Sometimes.”

A beat.

“Do you regret it?”

He looks at you sharply. “What?”

You swallow. “I mean… you could’ve been in the Zenin clan. You could’ve had power. A name. Real legacy.”

He’s silent for a long time.

Then he whispers—

“That’s not what I wanted.”

You look at him.

He finally turns.

His voice is lower now. Vulnerable.

“Gojo gave me freedom. But you… you gave me everything else.”

You don’t breathe.

“You made this place home.”

Your throat tightens. “Megumi—”

“I’ve loved you since I was a kid,” he says.

Simple. Raw. Final.

“I didn’t know it then. But I do now.”

The world stops.

You blink hard, trying to process.

“Say that again.”

He leans closer. Almost scared. But not enough to stop.

“I love you.”

“I’ve loved you since you gave me that dumb dinosaur bandaid.”

You laugh through a choked sob. “It was a T-Rex.”

He smiles.

And you kiss him.

Soft, like a secret. Gentle, like a promise.

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After that...

You two are inseparable, even more than before.

Gojo pretends to gag every time he catches you holding hands.

Megumi still struggles to say “I love you” out loud—but he shows it a hundred ways a day.

A hand at your back. A soft stare. A quiet, “Text me when you’re home.”

The first time you’re injured and he can’t be there, he loses his mind.

“Don’t you ever do that again. I can't… I can't lose you.”

You say, “I love you too,” every time. Just to see his ears turn red.

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And sometimes, when it’s just the two of you on the rooftop—

You ask, “Would you go back if you could?”

He always answers the same.

“No.”

“Because it led me to you.”

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a/n: THIS WAS SOOO CUTE TO WRITE OMG?? I love writing for megumi, thank you sm for your purchase anon & thank you for reading 🫶

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summary: What you think is just a business meeting turns into something more. pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

It’s an open secret in the paddock that Toto has been trying to coax Max to join Mercedes for years now, but recently there was another target of his at Red Bull—you. 

Ever since Adrian left to work with Aston Martin, people have been trying to figure out your next move. The team assumed that you, being his protégé, would eventually go after him, but it wasn’t an option. 

You wanted to make a name for yourself in F1 without your mentor, but at your current team, there was no way you could do it. Yet, Christian was hell-bent on keeping you around, because after the past few years, you and Max became sort of a package deal.

If you left, he would follow you for sure. 

Tonight you’re meeting Toto in some fancy restaurant’s private room, where he’ll probably try to convince you to join them next year. As you’re being led there, your heart beat skyrockets from the anxiety that’s taking over your mind. 

He’s intimidating, sure, but what bothers you more is the idea of you being nothing more but a chess piece that will lure the Dutch driver to Mercedes. Maybe you would be sidelined right away, forced to stay behind and miss all the races. 

“You’re my good luck charm, there’s no way I’m gonna let Christian or Helmut leave you behind,” said Max after Adrian broke the news that he’s leaving the team, and you began to worry how they would treat you in the future.

So, even if you both switched teams, you were sure Max would never let them treat you badly. You wouldn’t suddenly become Harry Potter and be locked away into a tiny storage room under the stairs at the Mercedes HQ.

Inside the private room, you can see the team principal sitting by the table, his long fingers wrapped around the glass in front of him. He only notices you arrived when he hears the clicks of your shoes echo loudly in the quiet room.

“You came,” he says with a polite smile on his face. “I was worried you only agreed to join me out of courtesy, then wouldn’t show up in the end.”

Before you could answer, he signals the staff to leave you alone for now. There’s a bottle of wine on the table, accompanied by two glasses, and he doesn’t hesitate to offer to pour some for you. 

As you sit down across from him, your brain is kicking into overdrive to think of something witty to say, but nothing comes to mind. “Didn’t feel like passing on a free dinner,” you respond eventually.

Toto lets out a short laugh at this. “Understandable.”

You pick up the glass of wine, then raise it a little before taking a cautious sip of it. Whatever it is exactly, it’s certainly delicious, but you didn’t come here to get drunk. It was only your curiosity that brought you here, and deep down you have a feeling it wasn’t your wisest decision.

“Why don’t we talk about why I’m here?” you ask as you swirl the wind in your glass.

“Can’t I simply ask you to join me for dinner?” 

If you didn’t know him better, you would assume this is a personal, and not a business meeting. “Not without an ulterior motive, no.”

He looks almost hurt by your accusation, that you assume the worst of him, but it’s quickly replaced by his well-known poker face. Maybe you should’ve kept your opinion to yourself, but years on Max’s side taught you that being brutally honest might be the best approach in life.

A waiter comes in after a quick, soft knock on the door, only to hand over the menu and tell you the chef’s recommendation for tonight. While you pay attention to every word, you can see out of the corner of your eye that the man across from you is watching you instead. 

Yet, when the waiter asks if you need some time to choose, he speaks up, telling him the chef’s recommendation is perfect without asking you. Yes, it sounds really good, but why did he have to choose for you too?

After the waiter nods and leaves, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine. “You know,” he begins as he once again watches you, “I’ve been thinking about your situation for a while now.”

Oh, here it comes.

“Really?” you ask, trying to sound casual despite feeling nervous all of a sudden.

He nods. “Really. Adrian left the team, and I heard everyone’s expecting great things from you, to one day take his place and become the next Adrian at Red Bull.” 

He heard that? You can’t help but wonder from who, because you haven’t heard this before. 

As if he could read your thoughts, Toto flashes a small smile at you. “Team principals talk to each other, you know,” he clarifies.

Okay, that makes sense. But why didn’t they tell you about this? Why did they have to make you feel like they were uncertain about your future with the team? Gulping, you reach for your glass to avoid having to respond to his statement, hoping he would finally get to the point. 

“Alright, enough about work, let’s discuss something else.”

Toto says these words so casually that they leave you temporarily speechless. Ever since he asked you to meet him here, you’ve been playing scenarios in your mind, trying to figure out what kind of offer he might make, but now here he is, hanging the topic before you could even talk about work properly. 

Lucky for you, he notices your confusion, and leans forward a little as if he was about to tell you a secret only you can hear, even though it’s just the two of you in the room. “Do you know what rumor circulates in the paddock? That you and Max make a wonderful couple,” he says, his voice dead serious, but then he suddenly lets out a hearty laugh. “The two of you are like brother and sister, I wonder how others can’t see it. Or,” he begins slowly, “is there something no one knows?”

This utterly confuses you, so you decide to take the lead for now and start an interrogation. “Toto, it’s nice that you invited me for dinner, but I thought we would talk about work. Yet, you’re asking me if I’m in some secret relationship with Max–which I’m not, by the way–so I’m a little confused about what exactly do you want from me,” you say, unable to hide the desperation in your voice. 

“You already told me what I wanted to know,” he says calmly, then takes a sip of his wine while his eyes are closely watching you. You raise a brow in question, which puts a smile on his face. “You’re not dating Max,” he clarifies. 

“What does it have to do with any of this?”

“Everything.”

“You really enjoy being cryptic, don’t you?” 

Toto lets out a short, amused laugh at this, but he only begins to circle around the edge of the glass with his finger. His silence soon starts to get on your nerves, because there’s something he’s not telling you, or maybe rather something he has already said, but you somehow managed to miss. 

And then, out of nowhere, it hits you. This isn’t about work, this isn’t about his plan to convince Max to join Mercedes. No, what he wants is personal, because this time it seems like he wants you. But he needs you as what? A one-night stand? A side piece? Or a proper partner?

With a sigh, you stand up and walk to the other side of the room, building some distance to clear your head.

No. 

You’re just making things up now, there’s nothing pointing in this direction aside from a fleeting comment. A comment that could just as well be a joke, and nothing more. After all, he seems genuinely amused by your little nervous breakdown as he just keeps sitting there, eyes following your every move.

Flee. 

You have to leave, and you have to leave right now, just before things could get any weirder. The silence that fills the room is heavy with unspoken words, and his eyes are telling a story you can’t quite decipher. Not yet, that is.

“Dinner can be served any second,” he suddenly speaks up, snapping you out of your flurry of frantic thoughts. You look over at him once again, trying hard to figure out why he said that. “Sit and stay. Please.”

Just as he predicted, a waiter soon steps in, placing the plates in front of you. Strangely, the conversation quickly switches to the current season, specifically McLaren’s performance and Max’s mentorship when it comes to young drivers like Kimi. 

Neither of you mention the cars or the strategy if it’s not another team’s, and this gives a certain rhythm to the conversation. You feed off of each other’s comments, even joking occasionally about recent events.

By the end of the evening, you’re a lot more relaxed, seeing the Mercedes team principal in a different light. It’s nice to know he’s more than just his usual poker face or occasional meltdowns.

He’s someone whose company you could get used to.

When it’s time to say goodbye, neither of you is in a rush to say the word. You’re just standing there in the room, looking at each other in silence, unbothered by the world outside, as if time has been suspended temporarily.

Just another minute before leaving. Just sixty seconds. Is it too much to ask for?

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Two days later you receive a message from him. It’s short and to the point.

Let’s meet halfway tomorrow. I’ll arrange a few things, then send you the address.

You’re quite sure he means somewhere halfway between Milton Keynes and Brackley. As the next race is three weeks away, most teams returned to their respective HQs to do some actual work behind the scenes, and you spend most of your time behind a computer screen—well, three of them, actually—to run some simulations.

But the idea of meeting Toto again keeps averting your thoughts, and eventually, you find yourself typing a quick message to him. And then he responds, and you put together another one, then another, and another. The conversation keeps flowing as naturally as water does.

And then, you type something you shouldn’t have. Something that’s—considering the two of you have met just a few days ago—quite ridiculous.

I kinda miss you.

It was a mistake. A stupid, idiotic mistake that you’re quickly trying to fix by deleting the message from the chat. But, as it turns out, it’s too late, because your phone notifies you of a new message.

I saw that. I miss you too.

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“Have you just lured me into your house?” you joke as you step inside the cozy, two-story house that’s nothing like one you would imagine he would ever own.

You always imagined him in those modern, full glass buildings, a place where everything is as organized as he is, where everything has a function, and there are only some photos to make it truly his. Yet this house is a charming little thing, something that radiates warmth and comfort.

Toto looks back at you, and takes him a second or two to realize what kind of evil masterplan you were referring to. “Funny, but no,” he says, although there’s something he’s not telling you. “I rented it for two weeks, though, just in case.”

“In case of what?” you wonder as you put your bag on the couch and turn around to face him again. Even though you asked the question, you already have a good guess deep down, which tightens your chest and dries your mouth right away.

He shrugs. “In case we want to meet again. It’s the summer break, I’m sure you took a few days off at least,” he points out. 

Practical. Logical. Crystal clear without smoke and mirrors. 

Typical Toto, for which you’re honestly grateful.

But this still makes you wary of the idea of the two of you going on this small vacation together, spending time alone, away from everyone, without anyone knowing. Like a little secret, just for you two. 

“Can I ask you something?” you speak up when he takes a seat next to you.

As he rests his arm on the back of the couch, being so close to your shoulders that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, your brain short circuits. This results in a temporary blackout when he tells you to go ahead, you have suddenly no idea what you wanted to ask him in the first place. 

Slowly, though, those thoughts begin to return to you, so you take a deep breath and start talking. “This whole secret meeting, the messages… What do they mean? I just… I don’t know, I can’t seem to understand what’s this about exactly, what’s happening between you and me. If there’s anything happening, that is,” you’re quick to add.

His head tilts to the side a little, but there’s that amused smile you saw back in the restaurant too, like he’s entertained by the idea of you being confused. Is he playing some stupid cat and mouse game with you now, one that you aren’t even aware of playing? 

But then he lets out a sigh and leans a little closer. Not much, just enough to make you freeze and raise your pulse. “Do you want something to happen?” 

You gulp, but no word leaves your lips. It’s not that you’re too young, or too naive, or you’re simply intimidated by a man of power to speak up, it’s just pure confusion, a thick fog covering your brain that stops you from thinking straight when it comes to him. Every single little detail about him suddenly becomes significant, important, attracting your attention in a way it has never happened. 

Every wrinkle, every imperfection, the depths of his eyes, the way his breathing stops for a moment when the smell of your perfume hits his nose once he leaned closer–they all get your attention, all at once. Your brain is hyper focused on him, the fact it can’t even properly process any other information making it hard to think straight.

With a thoughtful hum, he takes a better look at you, examining you as if you were some rare piece he wants to get his hands on. There’s no hunger in his eyes, no sign of some evil plan, it’s just him, being curious to hear what you think about the situation. 

But you can offer absolutely nothing. 

“You sent a message that you missed me. Why did you miss me? You can be honest, it’s just the two of us here,” he points out with a reassuring smile. 

For the first time in minutes, you stop to think. “It came kinda naturally,” you admit quietly, carefully tasting your own words as you say them. 

Toto nods, but remains silent. It’s easy to tell that he uses this heavy silence to coax a proper confession out of you, to make you realize what your brain subconsciously already knows, but how could you admit something if you don’t even know what it is?

You jump a little when you suddenly feel his hand bump into your shoulder. Not in an intrusive way, just poking you playfully to snap you out of whatever thought captivated you. 

“Stay here. Just for a few days at first, let’s see what this is,” he suggests. 

“And why did you write that you missed me? It’s only fair if you tell me too,” you point out with a small smile.

The way he laughs at this surprises you, because you simply can’t tell just what triggered it. Did you say something stupid? Did you do something that he found funny? But, luckily, you don’t have to think too much about it, because he suddenly closes the gap to place a quick, tentative kiss on your chin. 

“Maybe because I actually missed you? Really badly missed you,” he begins as runs his lips down your neck. “You know, I wanted to meet you in that restaurant to talk about work. I’m negotiating a contract with Max, who told me he’s only coming to us if you’re tagging along,” he explains, although the sentence comes out in short segments as he’s too busy tasting your skin. 

You want to say something, anything, but a quiet moan is all you can manage at this point. 

“That night we talked so much, and I didn’t want to say goodbye,” he goes on as he places a hand on the side of your neck, his thumb putting just enough pressure on the front of it to make it feel good. “But you’re here now, and this is all that matters.”

Without thinking about it, you gently grab his chin and force him to look at you, and his eyes are instantly focused on your face, this time giving away just how much he wants you. But this is too much, too soon, you don’t want to give everything to him right away. You need to see if this could really work, if he means when he says his intentions have absolutely nothing to do with your best friend. 

//////

A few days before the team heads out to Belgium, Max unexpectedly decides to visit Milton Keynes, and the only reason why you don’t get a heart attack when you find him sitting on the desk in your office is the warning you received from a colleague on the way inside. He flashes a stupid grin at you when you close the door, then waits for you to put down your bag and coffee. 

It’s never a good sign when he does that.

“Is it too early to sing the song about you and Toto sitting on the tree–”

With a groan, you put up your hand to stop him from going on. “Shut up,” you warn, but then it hits you like a bus that you haven’t said a single word about seeing someone. “How do you even know?”

Max starts to laugh like some stupid little gremlin as he jumps off the desk. “Well, you know that we’ve been negotiating about a contract for a few weeks now,” he begins as he moves aside to let you take your seat. “You called him during one of our meetings, and he greeted you by saying your name.”

Shaking your head, you lean back and look at the ceiling. “He could have been talking to someone with the same name,” you point out, glancing back at him, but he just rolls his eyes at you, mouthing bullshit. “Are you seriously considering moving to Mercedes?” you wonder quietly.

He lets out a sigh as he sits in the chair across from you. “I said I’m not moving without you, but he said that’s a complicated issue. See? He pretty much told me you were dating.”

That’s true, it’s complicated. You barely talk about Max’s contract, but when it comes up, he only mentions that your friend wouldn’t come without you, but if you joined the team, the compliance department would tear him apart for dating a coworker, which means it’s a sticky situation he needs to solve somehow. 

“I won’t leave you behind,” the Dutchman states seriously as he picks up a pen and starts to drum on his knee with it. “But Toto promised to find a solution, in fact, he said he’s already working on it.”

You don’t even know why you let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that. 

//////

As it turns out in a few days, Toto’s great idea is going public with your relationship. While you suggest a post on social media, he says it would be better if you arrived at the track together on Thursday, much to everyone’s surprise. 

“Are you still sure it’s a good idea?” you wonder when he parks the car in the parking lot. 

He looks over at you, his face completely neutral, but there’s that warmth in his eyes that’s all too familiar by now. Instead of responding, he reaches out to take your hand and squeeze it lightly, silently telling you that everything will be okay. 

You believe him.

You always do. 

Once you’re both past the gate, he reaches out to take your hand as you walk deeper into the paddock, and you don’t miss the dozens of cameras that are now focused on the two of you, along with even more pairs of eyes that follow your every step. Normally, you would be nervous, but having him on your side, feeling the way he’s holding onto you, makes it impossible to feel that way. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you as he looks down for a moment. 

You nod. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Hello, you two. Can I sing now?” you hear Max’s cheerful voice from the side. “Toto and Y/N are sitting on a–” You give him a warning look to shut him up, Toto gives you a confused look, and Max looks utterly happy with his little performance. 

But maybe it’s okay, maybe this is the best that could happen. Max brought this to everyone’s attention, and the fact a member of the PR team is following him like a ghost to record a video, now they’ll surely post it on social media too. 

The clock is ticking, counting down to the minute when–

He kisses you. 

Toto kisses you in front of all these people, marking his territory, and making it clear that you belong to him now. Despite every single brain cell of yours focusing on him, you can still hear the loud whistle and then the laugh coming from Max’s direction. Soon it fades away, probably because he was taken away from this part of the paddock.

“I love you.”

You flash a small smile at him. “I love you too.”

And then, the moment he steps back and your little bubble is broken, every single journalist in the area runs over to the two of you, firing questions without a break. They want to know when this began, if it’s related to the deal between Max and Mercedes people have been murmuring about, if this is just a trick to convince Max to join, and so on and on. 

It doesn’t even occur to them that maybe this is real, but you don’t mind. Not as long as people leave you alone. 

Well. Sort of alone. 

[h0useslut]

the silver lining’s i’ll be there with you ˙⋆✮

part one | series masterlist | masterlist

pairing : aaron hotchner x fem!bookstore owner!reader

w/c : 2,2k

warnings : age gap, anxiety attack, emotional distress, physical touch for comfort, soft!aaron, mutual pining, light drinking (wine), kissing

summary : a thunderstorm, a breakdown, and aaron hotchner’s arms around her. later, at readers bookshop anniversary, he’ll show up late - holding a first edition of her favourite book and a kiss she didn’t dare hope for

The lights had gone out.

You were in your bookstore with Aaron. Alone. And the lights had gone out amidst a thunderstorm.

It felt foolish now, being afraid of thunderstorms. But you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, Y/N…It’s okay. Everything is fine” He said softly, sensing your distress.

But little did he know, your lips were trembling. Your eyes were clouded with tears, and each lightning strike made you involuntarily flinch.

“It’s going to be okay. Can you take a step towards me?” He coaxed, wanting to help you out.

You mustered up a small nod, and then cursed quietly, realising he couldn’t see you. Stupid, stupid.

You took a cautious step, but in the process, a few books fell behind you. The cry that you’d tried so hard not to let out, came out raw and barely audible.

But he’d caught it.

“Sweetheart, shh. It’s okay. Okay, okay I’m coming to you, alright?”

You heard him move, shoes against the wooden floor making your breath hitch.

“I’m right here” He reminded you. “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you” he said softly, just a few feet away from you now.

His arms wrapped around you, hesitantly. Only when you leaned into his embrace did he pull you closer.

Your tears fell faster than you could sniffle them in. And you couldn’t stop them. It was like you were little again, curled up on under the covers to shield yourself.

Holding you felt natural to him, as if you were a puzzle piece missing from his life. You fit so perfectly. His hand came to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

Aaron’s chest was warm, steady. An anchor holding you down when everything else was falling apart.

“I’m so- so sorry” You whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t know why- Don't know why I am like this”

“No, no shh,” He murmured. “You don’t have to explain. You’re allowed to be scared”

That was what unraveled you. He didn’t try to fix it, didn’t ask why. He just held you, let you break. Even though he didn’t know you well - at least not yet - he made you feel safe enough to fall apart.

More tears fell down your eyes, body trembling in his hold. You hadn’t meant to cry like that in front of him. Like you were some petulant child scared of thunder.

Aaron never pulled away. He held you closer, not shushing you. Not telling you it’ll pass. He simply held you, reminding you every now and then that he was there and that he had you.

At some point, the lights flickered on. The thunderstorm had faded into distant rumbles, but you hadn’t even noticed.

Still tucked into his arms - Aaron whispered to you,

“It’s okay, look. The lights are back on”

You pulled away, blinking back tears as you took in the soft lights illuminating throughout the room.

His hands came to rest on your arms, noticing you were still shaking.

“Come on, let’s sit down. You’re shaking” Aaron said, like it physically pained him.

You barely registered the fact that he had helped you sit down on one of the bean bags, pulling you under his chin. His scent filled your nostrils, grounding you.

You curled up at his side instinctively, legs over his lap, one arm draped across his chest like you were afraid he’d vanish.

Then quietly, almost like he didn’t want to break the spell - he picked up your worn-out copy of Pride and Prejudice that you’d dropped earlier.

“Pride and Prejudice” He said out loud. Aaron had seen you one too many times reading that book, and if you weren’t reading it, it was behind the counter.

“Oh, the pages are falling out,” He said softly, the small rumble of his chest making you feel calmer.

“Yeah, it’s… I’ve had it since I was 16” You admitted.

“That’s not too long” He teased.

You chuckled, a wet and breathy sound coming out. And then you felt it.

A soft kiss to your forehead, followed by the soft turning of pages.

Aaron’s voice came next, his voice a low and soothing murmur in your ear.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged…” he began, “that a single man in possession of good fortune must be in want of a wife”

And just like that, with your heartbeat slowing and his voice filling the space around you, both the storm outside and inside you finally began to settle.

When you woke up, you were surprised to find him still holding you, his big hand stroking your hair gently. He hadn’t let go.

“You fell asleep, sweetheart” Oh, there he goes with the petname again. Making you melt.

“I didn’t want to wake you”

You smiled, eyes still puffy from all the crying you’d done earlier. “Thank you for staying… for being here”

“I’ll always be here”

True to his word, he was there. In every sense of his words. He came frequently, most times alone. Bringing coffee, pastries, and even lunch.

He never stayed too long or asked too much. But he always noticed. When you were overwhelmed, needed warmth, or when your hands trembled a little more than usual.

He remembered things. Your coffee order, the way you lit up a few candles and put on soft music before closing. How you giggled whenever he pulled you in his arms and swayed to the faint sound of Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra.

He never made a show of it. But his presence wove into your days, until you weren’t sure how you ever did them without him.

And now, a few months later, you stood in front of the shop mirror - adjusting the little ribbon on the back of your dress (or at least trying to) for the millionth time, heart hammering in your chest with something you didn’t quite know how to name.

Five years. Your cozy, lovely, and warm bookstore had made it five years. And tonight, everyone you loved was coming to celebrate it.

Well, almost everyone.

You didn’t expect him to show up - mostly because you knew how hectic his job was. You might’ve nervously rambled about the party and how you didn’t want him to feel pressured to come.

Not really good at playing it cool.

Because when you had said,

“It’s okay- It’s okay if you’re busy Aaron”

You didn’t know if you meant it. A part of you would be crushed if he didn’t come.

So you kept busy.

Rearranging the snack table, dimming the lights again and again, until you found yourself surrounded by friends, a few indie authors, and some frequent customers.

Everyone but him.

The shop looked beautiful. Warm and inviting. Fairy lights glowed along the shelves, people were laughing in the poetry section, and the smell of cinnamon pastries lingered in the air.

You smiled. You were proud. Hell, you should be proud.

But as more time passed and as people clinked glasses, making toasts to you, hugging you and congratulating you on your business - you kept thinking about him.

Aaron.

Tall, and charming Aaron Hotchner. Who once held you through a storm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Pouring yourself another glass of wine, you barely heard the doorbell chime. Late. Subtle. Like it didn’t want to interrupt.

Why did you miss the door every single time he showed up?

But you turned - and there he was.

Wearing a dark suit, no tie, two top buttons loose from his white shirt. He carried something in his hand, small and carefully wrapped in a burgundy tape. You didn’t know whether to cry, run to him, or pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking open like a chapter you’d dog-eared one too many times.

The urge to run to him and kiss him was too strong, you might admit. And on top of that, white wine hits you like chemicals.

He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

“Hi,” He said quietly, like this wasn’t a room full of people. Like it was still just the two of you in the bookstore, with no one to bother you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

So he took a step closer, holding out the small package. “I know I’m late” he murmured, tone apologetic. “I hadn’t forgotten about it. And I brought you something”

Looking down at the burgundy wrapped gift, - a book clearly. Your fingers unwrapped it carefully.

Pride and Prejudice.

He’d bought you a copy of Pride and Prejudice. Not just any copy.

A first edition.

Your breath caught. Your eyes flew to his.

Aaron only shrugged, a gesture that seemed so boyish coming from a man like him. “It’s not… not in the perfect condition, but I remembered you had yours since you were sixteen”

Tears pooled in your eyes.

Not because of the book. (well because of that too)

Because of him.

This.

“Aaron- This is-“ You sniffled, lips already trembling.

He saw the way your hands shook, and before you could speak again, Aaron reached out and pulled you into his chest.

You melted into him instantly.

His arms wrapped around you with practiced ease, like he’d done this a thousand times in dreams he’d never dare to mention. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, the thunder of his heartbeat making you feel dizzy.

And then, like a secret only the two of you would ever know, he pressed a kiss just above your ear, soft as a feather.

“You look beautiful”

Your eyes fluttered shut, chest aching in the best kind of way.

Throughout the entire night, you kept staring at each other from across the room. Whether it was him admiring you as you chatted with friends, or you catching him thumbing through shelves as if he didn’t already own a hundred books. The glances lingered. You were in your element, glowing in the soft light of your bookstore, and he couldn’t look away.

And when the last guest filtered out and the front door clicked shut, the room felt still again. You were left standing across from him, just the two of you. Once more.

“So…” You trailed off shyly.

His eyebrows raised, and he looked at you with genuine curiosity.

You paced around the room, dimming the lights, picking up a bottle of wine and the forgotten box of pizza.

Placing everything on the floor, you took your heels off and gestured for him to come and sit with you.

“I think you would’ve left early. Or not show up at all” You admitted, glasses clinking as you poured.

Aaron gave a small shake of his head. “No, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss this”

The answer, simple as it was - it made your cheeks heat again. You slid down further next to him, knees pulled to your chest.

“I still can’t believe you bought me that first edition,” you said, voice hushed now. “No one has ever… Done that”

“Y/N…” He whispered.

“No, I’m serious. No one has ever done something like that for me”

The room was silent for a moment. Not awkward. Just soft. Heavy with something unspoken.

“You deserved to be thought of”

You sipped on your wine, licking your lips afterwards. “You always say things like that when I’m least prepared”

Aaron smiled, that small and rare expression he wore when he was truly at ease. “Should I stop then?”

You looked at him, gaze steady now. “No. No, don’t stop”

And then silence again. This time, charged.

He was closer now - physically, emotionally, undeniably. And when your eyes met again, you weren’t so shy anymore.

“I was hoping you’d come,” you murmured. “Even though I told you that it would be fine if you didn’t”

Aaron’s voice was quieter this time. “I didn’t want to miss it. I didn’t want to miss you.”

You looked down at your lap, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Aaron, you’re making it really hard not to fall in love with you, you know”

He didn’t laugh.

Instead, he leaned in - noses brushing, his forehead resting against yours.

“Then don’t fight it, sweetheart”

That was all it took.

Your breath hitched, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. Warm, soft. Maybe a little reserved at first. Just like him, you thought.

You could get lost in his touch. In the way his hand found your waist, tugging you impossibly closer to him. Like he’d been waiting to do that for a long, long time.

“Aaron…” You whimpered between wet kisses, his name a prayer on your lips.

His hands gripped your waist, your hips - tugging and pulling you flush against him, mouth warm and insistent on yours like he couldn’t get enough.

To his horror, you pulled back all at once.

You were breathless, flushed. Pupils blown wide and the straps of your dress almost slipping from your shoulders.

Without a word, you stood.

He blinked up at you, confused. Until he saw you crossing the room, turning the lock with a soft click.

Then you turned back around, the dim light catching your face as you sat down at his level again.

Nothing else was said.

Not yet.

taglist : @novausstuff @iyskgd

[lily-sofii]

The star of the performance

TW(?): Non-con, voyeurism, kidnapping, being tied up, stage sex, crying, suicide ideation, fem!reader, reader despises Shadow Milk, getting hurt during sex, blood licking, vomiting, Shadow Milk cookie has two dicks, passing out, somnophilia, anal and vaginal sex, Shadow Milk will do anything for the audience, breeding

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Your hands struggle against the rope that holds them behind your back, being able to feel Shadow Milk’s eyes roaming over your bare figure. His eyes themselves make you uncomfortable, but the fact you are stripped naked makes it so much worse.

The wood of the stage burrows itself into your soft, supple and delicate skin, almost making you wince. Why are you on a stage again? Your mind seems fuzzy. You remember meeting a beautiful female cookie, walking alongside her and ending up accepting a gift from her. A muffin. The next thing you know, you are tied up and naked, on a stage behind a curtain. Your current situation.

“Oh my, still confused, are we? Didn’t he warn you about my ability to shapeshift?”

Wait… Shadow Milk Cookie can shapeshift? Does that mean that-

“Ohh, you’re dumb, aren’t you? Okay, hehe, let me tell you. There was no other cookie. I was the one who gave you the muffin stuffed with Diazepam.”

Shadow Milk just admitted to drugging you. But, why on Earth didn’t he kill you or something? Why did he bring you into this situation?!

Sensing your confusion, his voice speaks up again.

“You, my beloved cookie, are gonna be the star of today’s show!”

Just as he stops talking, the curtain that was hiding the two of you lifts up, revealing harsh stage lights to you. As your eyes slowly get used to the light, you notice the hundreds if not thousands of seats before the stage. To your horror, almost, if not every seat is filled with cookies.

God, please let this be a fucked up dream.

You hear Shadow Milk Cookie cackle behind you, a slight rustling sound along with it too. Your eyes widen with fear, your body fighting back against the ropes binding you. You manage to turn your head back to see what Shadow Milk is doing, feeling your head spin with what your eyes are met with.

“Welcome, Welcome everyone! I’m so glad you came to today's show!”

Shadow Milk talks to the puppets in their seats, his eyes screaming madness.

As you look over him with dread in your eyes, you finally learn where the shuffling sound from before came from. Shadow Milk is now fully naked, his lean muscles on full display. Involuntarily your eyes roam down, making your heart drop as you see his cocks…

Wait, Shadow Milk Cookie has two cocks?!

You try crawling away from him, but that seems to amuse him more than anything. He steps on your back, effectively keeping you in place. You arch your back in an effort to make him move away, but that results in nothing but another cackle from Shadow Milk.

There’s no way this is real! Not even someone fucked up as Shadow Milk would stoop so low as to do something this horrendous!

Shadow Milk gets on his knees next to you, grabbing you by your waist to drag you closer to him. Your skin tears against the wooden stage, blood dripping as you get dragged by the blue cookie.

Shadow Milk Cookie flips you around, your chest now on full display for his hungry eyes. You tear up, but try keeping the tears hidden, not wanting Shadow Milk and the people in the audience to see your tears. You can only assume that is what Shadow Milk wants.

Shadow Milk scoffs, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Oh, he did not like that.

“Awh, you wanna cry? Well, cry then! I wanna see it!”

His insane sounding speech ends with an insane sounding chuckle, making you feel the vibrations from it in your bones.

When you reel your tears in , Shadow Milk gives you a rough glare, grabbing your head by your hair, slamming it against the rough wood.

You gasp and quickly turn your head to the side, coughing up blood from the force of the impact.

As the audience sees your blood and your struggle, they burst out in laughter, clapping loudly. Shadow Milk himself joins in, giggling manically at your suffering.

“They like the show… let’s give them more.”

He twists your hair around his fingers, making your face inch towards his. Is this sick being of a cookie trying to kiss you?!

Just as your mouths are about to kiss, Shadow Milk lowers his head slightly, his tongue darting out to lick at the blood and saliva that are clinging to your lips and chin.

You gag in disgust as he does so, being close to vomiting.

The audience cheers as you gag, quiet chuckles and giggles bouncing off of the dark walls you cannot see.

Shadow Milk Cookie roughly lets go of your hair, letting it drop on the hard wood of the stage, making you wince. He crawls over to your legs, spreading them apart before seating himself between your thighs.

The audience quiets down and holds their breath, awaiting what Shadow Milk Cookie will do next.

Shadow Milk looks at you with blood still on his lip. Just the sight is enough to make you turn your head away. You can’t look or you’re gonna vomit. Then again, if Shadow Milk goes further than he’s going now, you will vomit anyways.

The cookie between your legs lowers one of his hands to your cunt, not being surprised to find it dry. I mean, who would be in your situation? This is the last thing any being on this planet would want to happen to them!

Shadow Milk sighs from annoyance, grabbing you by your knees, forcing them over his shoulders. Only your upper back is now on the stage floor, your cunt hovering near his face with how he has picked you up.

You strain your arms against the ropes as you attempt to push him away with your hands, forgetting about the rope binding them. You close your thighs around his face trying to prevent him from moving any closer to your exposed sex.

Why can't anyone in the audience see that you aren't here voluntarily? Can't anyone see how much you're struggling against him and his hold? Please, someone save me! I'd rather die than have him touch me this way!!

Shadow Milk Cookie lets out a confused noise as your thighs squish his face, a sharp grin speaking across his pale features.

“You know, women tend to close their thighs against their lovers if they enjoy it… Does this mean you're enjoying what we're doing?”

Your eyes widen in disgust, your thighs immediately spreading as to not give the jester cookie a bad idea.

Of course you don't like this! You are about to vomit from how disgusted you are by all of this!

Shadow Milk Cookie takes advantage of your open thighs, lowering his head to your cunt. You let out a sob when his tongue lulls out of his mouth, the tip of it circling your clit.

You shake your head and tightly close your mouth, feeling his actions getting you closer and closer to vomiting. Your eyes widen as you feel your throat closing up.

Please god, NO!

The air thickens with the acrid smell of bile and disgust as your body convulses, your mouth open in a silent scream. A stream of vomit erupted from your lips, splattering the floor in a messy, wet patch. The sound was a sickening mix of gurgles and retches, your body shuddering with heaves. Your eyes were closed, tears streaming down your face as you clutch your stomach, body trembling with the force of the nausea. The stage lights seemed to close in around you, the walls spinning in a dizzying blur as you struggled to catch your breath.

Shadow Milk smiles as the vomit sits next to your head, tears streaming down your face as your throat burns from the acid that just came up it. The blue-skinned cookie cackles and moves his head away from your cunt, his eyes looking into the audience before his mouth opens with a dramatic speech.

“Awh, do you love it so much? Because it is possible to feel nauseous or even vomit from intense pleasure.”

Your head slowly turns to him, your mouth opening and closing. You couldn’t make out any words from shock. He thinks you enjoy this?! You just threw up from how disgusted you were by him!!

The audience awws at you, assuming this is romantic. Do they think you agreed to this? Maybe they think this is like watching porno on some fucked up site. But it’s not, and you have to let them know!

You sob and scream at Shadow Milk to stop, his grin lowering before turning into a threatening stare. He drops your legs from his shoulders, his hands gripping you by your jaw. You choke slightly as tears continue staining your red cheeks.

His face darkens as he moves your head up, slamming it into the floor. Your breath gets kicked from your lungs, struggling to take another breath.

“If you want to come out of this show alive, you better shut up and take it.”

He’s threatening your life whilst raping you. Isn’t death better than this? Just scream one more time, and you will be free-

“One more noise that isn’t a moan of my name, and I will torture you till the end of the time. Death would be too kind.”

His voice is dangerously low, most certainly not heard by the audience. If anything, they only saw his mouth move, and hearing them whispering between each other made you assume that they thought he was whispering something sweet lovers say to each other during intimacy. Despite what the audience thinks, this is anything but intimacy and you and Shadow Milk are the complete opposite of lovers.

You’d much rather die than be here with him. You’d rather tear all your organs out than feel his touch anymore.

A mad cackle rips you out of your thoughts, Shadow Milk’s eyes squinted as he looks at you. What on Earth is he so giddy about? Is he laughing at how disgusted you are? At how disgusting you look right now?

His hand lets go of your jaw, moving to the back of your head that he slammed into the stage ground just a few seconds earlier. He rubs the back of your head which causes sharp pain to envelop your entire head. You grit your teeth and arch your back slightly, not wanting to make a noise from fear that he will hurt you again.

Shadow Milk smirks when he sees the pain in your eyes, his hand moving from the back of your head. As his hand moves away from you, the pain only increases. You thought it would stop when he moved away, but it only multiplied. Your vision blurs from what you assume is pain, but when Shadow Milk brings his blood-covered hand to his lips, you know it isn’t from pain. He slammed your head so hard into the floor that it bled.

What if he gave you a concussion? Is that why your vision is so messy?

Shadow Milk grins and makes sure you're looking at him, before moving his bloody fingers to his mouth. You gag and feel a sour feeling in your mouth, vomit building up in your throat once more.

You want to die! Death and even torture would be heaven next to this!

You swallow down the bile and vomit, your throat burning as you do. It feels as if a thorny rose was forced down your throat. Bloody and raw.

Your vision begins to have small black circles in it, a threat of your body shutting down from stress and blood loss.

Shadow Milk sees that you’re about to either snap out of it or pass out, so he grabs your legs tightly and presses one of his cocks to your cunt. Your eyes widen, but your hazed mind and blood loss exhausted body could no longer fight back. He said he wouldn’t kill you, but this felt like it. It felt like he was murdering you.

Shadow Milk pouts slightly when you don’t react, straightening his posture when he gets a brilliant idea.

“Let’s truly entertain our audience, shall we?”

No! They’re entertained enough! Just make them leave or let me die! Just kill me already!

Instead of getting it over it and finally pushing his cock into your cunt, he grabs his cock and moves it towards your ass.

our gasp and let out a choked sob, shaking your head. Your voice cracks in pure desperation as you beg for him to stop. Even to you, your voice sounds broken beyond repair. He broke you, even worse, he broke you in front of an audience.

Maybe he doesn't want to kill you. He wants to break you so bad that you kill yourself.

You scream when Shadow Milk Cookie presses the tip of his cock into your entrance, feeling raw pain unlike anything you have ever felt. Shadow Milk lets out a low groan, his head tilting back from pleasure.

“Oh, you're so tight… Hehe, don't tell me I'm your first?”

You don't answer. You can't. You're sobbing too much, unable to let out any other noises other than sobs and pained moans.

Shadow Milk raises one of his eyebrows in confusion as he looks down to where the two of you connect, his fingers reaching down too. You sob and coil your legs around him, trying your best to not allow him to touch you. Shadow Milk ignores your futile attempts, his finger dragging along your rim where his cock is.

You choke and sob when he fully slams his cock into you, feeling as if you were being torn apart piece by piece. His cock felt like it was splitting apart your very core existence.

He finally moves his fingers away from your entrance, showing them to you with a proud look that seemed poisonous. You hiccup from sobbing so hard as your eyes meet with his fingers. He’s truly trying to break your body apart and this shows it. His fingers are covered in your crimson blood, a small droplet falling onto your pale stomach.

The audience gasps when they see the blood on his fingers before erupting in cheers. They scream for more, throwing derogatory insults your way whilst praising Shadow Milk Cookie.

Your slowly blackening vision begins to blur again but this time it wasn’t from tears, it was from rage. You want him to die! To suffer ten times the pain he makes you feel right now! For him to also be broken beyond repair!

Shadow Milk Cookie sees your eyes flash in hatred, his expression growing arrogant. His hands connects with your face, the force of his punch breaking your nose. You yelp from pain, a nauseating crack echoing in your head.

Shadow Milk slowly pulls his cock out before harshly slamming it back in, leaning over you with pure death in his eyes. His mouth opens slowly, a deep, dark whisper coming from it.

“If you try anything, I will rip your arms and legs off, making you perform like this every single day of your life without being able to fight me back.”

That is enough to turn your rage into pure fear and dread. Your head still keeps repeating death threats to him, but in reality? You keep quiet except whiny sobs. You cannot talk back to him or say anything in fact. You don’t want to die, do you?

When he sees your expression change to the one of terror he grins in satisfaction, moving away from you again. You let out a sob you didn’t even know you were holding in as Shadow Milk moves back from you, his hips continuing to thrust.

As intimate and romantic it may seem to the audience, every thrust feels like it’s stripping down every layer of you being. As if each movement and each thrust he delivers is splitting your body apart just to entertain the audience you cannot properly see.

Shadow Milk cackles when every thrust into your ass is accompanied by a wet squelch. But it isn’t your arousal, no. It is your pain. Your blood is making erotic noises, making it sound like you are aroused by his dehumanizing actions.

“You’re so wet… You wouldn’t mind if I added one more, would you?”

Wait… What?! If he adds his other cock into your ass, you’re gonna die! What if that damages your intestines or causes internal bleeding?!

Shadow Milk grabs his other cock, pressing it to your cunt. Your eyes widen when you feel the tip of his cock rub against your clit before lowering down to your entrance. You shake your head slightly but stop yourself from letting out any words. He rubs his cock against your surprisingly wet entrance.

“Of course you are this wet, you whore. You really are enjoying this, aren’t you? Enjoying me?”

You gag and close your eyes, feeling vomit building up in your throat once more. Was he trying to make you vomit on purpose?

Your eyes become half-lidded, eyelids lowering from exhaustion… or maybe it was from blood loss. Who knows at this point? Could be a mix of both.

He’s breaking you piece by piece. No matter how much hope you get, he will crush it. He will crush your spirit no matter what it takes. Over and over again.

Just give up.

Just die already.

It’s your only way to escape the hell your life has become because of him.

A harsh slap is delivered to your cheek, bringing you from your life-ending thoughts. Your back stops arching as you feel your body weaken from how tired you are, letting Shadow Milk do what he wants to you. Maybe it will end sooner if you don’t fight.

Maybe it will all end soon.

Maybe… your life will be taken from you soon too…

Please…

You keep sobbing but no longer fight back when he thrusts his second cock into your cunt, a loud squelch coming from your wet cunt. How are you even wet? Every breath he takes above you makes you want to die more and more.

Shadow Milk digs his nails into your thighs, moving you back against him as he thrusts harshly into you. You give up and fully close your eyes, feeling like you’re in an endless void of pain and suffering.

Death would be kinder than this.

Your head falls to the side as your body becomes too weak to hold it upright, your ears feeling like they’re slowly ceasing to function. You hear the audience chant something, but each chant sounds fainter than the other one. You whine weakly one last time before falling into unconsciousness, the pain and the chanting finally quieting down.

Maybe Shadow Milk will finally stop?

Finally realize that he broke you beyond repair?

Of course not.

Are you truly so naive to think he’ll stop because of you not feeling it? No! He has an audience to entertain!

Shadow Milk’s breath begins to shudder as he keeps thrusting into you, growling through gritted teeth. He himself is beginning to feel a painful ache in his muscles. He’s exhausting himself… but it’s for the audience. He needs to continue.

The audience cheers him on and continues their chant. The chant that you can no longer hear… but that doesn’t mean he himself cannot hear it. It’s filling his head. The audience wants it to get stuck in his head.

“BREED HER! BREED HER! BREED HER!”

It's not like he wants to breed you, but he cannot disappoint his audience now, can he?

Of course not.

They want, and he will deliver.

Shadow Milk grabs your unconscious body tightly as for you not to slip out of his grip, moving faster against you. His breath becomes rigged as his body glistens with sweat, each thrust of his hips against yours creating loud noises from how wet both your bodies are.

Shadow Milk grunts from exhaustion but keeps thrusting into you harshly, content on giving the audience what it wants… it's not like he takes enjoyment from breeding you. Not at all.

He bites into his lip as he nears his orgasm, whimpering quietly.

So close. Just a bit more!

Shadow Milk lets out a loud whine before slamming his cock as deep as he can into you, tilting his head back as he cums into you.

Your unconscious body can tell what he is doing and tries its best to fight back, but the best it can muster up to do is letting out a broken sound and weakly attempting to scoot away.

The audience cheers loudly and some cookies even stand up, clapping and cheering.

Shadow Milk Cookie breathes deeply before slipping both his cocks out of you, standing up and facing the audience. He stands before your unconscious body before leaning over, bowing for the audience.

He stays leaned down in his position before the curtains roll before him, hiding him. He stands up and takes a deep breath, his foot poking into your body.

“Get up. We have another performance in two hours.”

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Long Forgotten Fairy Tale, Chapter 5

18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | the other parts

A/N: OK, this one is like 90% smut. I had to let them have a little fun! Originally I had this combined with the next part where Shamrock sets his plans into action but it got too long. All to say, the next chapter should be out sooner than later since I have some of it done already.

Shamrock walked back to his chambers calmly, as if he was completely unaffected by the conversation he had with Father. He was dimly aware that the clock struck midnight as he passed down the hall - he was now 18 years old. The thought was quickly dismissed, he had no time for such frivolities. He was barely able to keep his composure as he rapidly tried to determine a means to save your life. Father had given him nearly a month to prepare, a strange generosity that Shamrock would use to his advantage. Any hint that he was trying to protect you would be met with harsh punishment for him – and the ultimate one for you. 

A vague plan started forming in Shamrock’s mind, something drastic and dangerous. To disobey Father was tantamount to treason but the alternative was not something Shamrock would consider. He did have a few positives in his favor - he had access to unlimited funds, he had almost no supervision of those funds, and he was able to travel alone to the Lower World. He hadn’t had his benediction with the Supreme Leader yet so he didn’t think that his every location was being tracked. He couldn’t be sure, of course, but to his knowledge God’s Knights came under full control after their training. 

Shamrock walked to the armory, rummaging about in cabinets until he found what he was looking for. He could hammer out the details later, but right now there would have to be drastic changes made to show Father his acquiescence. Taking what he needed, his legs carried him back to his room even as his mind was in complete tumult. He didn’t even realize he had returned to his chambers until he saw the familiar closed door of your closet. 

Dropping his wares onto the chaise, he walked over to your closet once more. Instead of opening it immediately like he usually did, he rapped his knuckles against the door. He gave you a moment to get yourself together before pulling the heavy door open. He put a hand out to steady himself against the wall for a moment as his heart hammered in his chest.

Shamrock released a deep breath and carefully schooled his features before opening the door. You stood before him, looking lovely as ever in your thin night shift. Shamrock’s eyes roved all over you, inspecting every part of your body. It was foolish, but he wanted to reassure himself that you were still alright, that nothing had happened to you in his absence. 

Your cheeks heated with her perusal, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the seriousness of the situation. He couldn’t appraise you of everything that was happening – he did not want you to worry about things you couldn’t control. Besides, you wouldn’t like the means to Shamrock’s ends. Shamrock would keep his end of the vow, you didn’t need to know about the specifics.

“Come here,” Shamrock said softly, extending his hand to pull you towards him once more. Your front was flush to his own, a mirror of how you had been before the meeting with Father, before your death sentence. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs stroking your delicate cheeks. Oh how he wished this night with you would be all yearning and desire. Even though he hadn’t said anything, he knew you registered the tightness in his shoulders, the small pinch of his brows. You could read him as easily as he could you, and you were concerned about the results of the meeting with Father.

“Do you trust me?” Shamrock whispered, looking into your sweet face. Your face registered confusion for only a moment before you nodded.

“Yes, Young Master,” you replied quietly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Shamrock wondered if you could feel his thundering heartbeat under your fingertips.

“Our relationship will visibly change starting tonight. My feelings towards you have not. Do not ask me about my activities nor my whereabouts. Just know that I…everything I do is in your interest,” Shamrock murmured to you before pulling your head forward to kiss your forehead. He wasn’t in the habit of explaining himself but he thought things would be easier for you if he did. After holding you in his hands for a few moments longer, Shamrock pulled away and walked back to the chaise lounge. He grabbed the length of chain and shackles he’d brought with him. You watched him with increasing nervousness as he fastened one end to his bed post. 

Holding the other shackle in his hand, he bade you come closer with a hand gesture. As always, you did as required but you couldn’t hide the trembling in your hands. You’d surely heard the stories about what happened to female slaves who were shackled to the beds of Celestial Dragons – and none of them were good. Shamrock considered you for a moment before crouching down in front of you. It was almost funny, he thought. Here he was kneeling before you, even as he forced you further into slavery. Shamrock fastened the shackle around your ankle, making sure it was secure before standing upright once more.

“You must remain in my chambers until further notice,” Shamrock explained as you moved your foot about. He had tried to find a chain long enough that your movements in the room wouldn’t be too restricted but he had to make due for the moment with what was in the armory. Your face was drawn and uncertain as you tested out the weight. Shamrock could hardly tolerate seeing you like this, like some common slave used and thrown away like garbage. He reached for you, his fingers stroking the skin of your upper arms. One of his arms wrapped itself around your back, pulling you close once again. He almost wanted to apologize but instead tilted your face up to look at his own. He didn’t know what to say, how to make you understand what needed to happen without telling you the details.

“Please,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment. Opening them again, he saw you raising your shaking hand towards his face, the first time you’d ever dared to reach for him of your own volition. Shamrock held still so as not to startle you away, like watching a wild animal draw closer.  Your finger reached out to trace his lower lip, pausing in the middle before your palm settled on his own cheek. Resisting the urge to nuzzle into you, Shamrock’s breath caught in his throat as you reached up to him on your tiptoes slowly, like he would withdraw his consent at any moment.

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his hesitantly, unsure exactly what to do. You pulled your face back after only a moment, a light flush coloring your cheeks. Shamrock felt himself harden against his pants, your simple kiss the most erotic he’d ever had.

“I trust you in everything,” you said solemnly, as if vowing yourself to him. 

Shamrock could hold himself back no longer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, one of his hands tangling in your hair to hold you in place and keep you from hiding. This was no chaste pressing of lips; he was staking his claim over you. You hiccuped in surprise, allowing him to kiss you as he pleased. As you delicately placed your hands on his shoulders you looked even lovelier than he had ever pictured in his fantasies. You didn’t know what to do, your movements awkward and stilted – Shamrock couldn’t have been more enamored. 

“Open your mouth,” Shamrock husked, pulling back for a moment to kiss your fluttering pulse. Your eyes were half lidded, your pupils blown wide, and a faint blush tinged your cheeks. You opened your mouth, your breath coming out in small pants as Shamrock slowly brought his mouth closer to your own. His tongue traced over your plush bottom lip as you whimpered in his arms. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, wrestling it against your own. Like in many other areas, you were a fast learner in the art of kissing. He molded you to his liking while you met his mouth with equal passion.

Shamrock’s hand in your hair tightened, angling your head so that he could deepen the kiss. His other hand came to rest on the front of your throat, his thumb rubbing against your pulse. After a few moments, Shamrock pulled back from your flushed face. His hands stayed in place as your beautiful eyes opened, your chest heaving with desire. Your lips were swollen and your face flushed; you looked radiant. Shamrock’s hand on your throat tightened ever so slightly as he spoke in low tones to you.

“You are mine. You will never be with another.” 

“Yes, Young Master.” Shamrock felt the words reverberate as they came out of your throat. He kissed you again while leading you to the bed. Every gasp and moan that left your mouth went straight to his aching cock, but he would be patient for you. He wouldn’t take you roughshod like some whore, he wanted the experience to be enjoyable for you. 

He continued kissing you, laying you back on the bedspread you’d changed earlier. The chain jingled with your movements, reminding him of the direness of your situation. Even though you looked resplendent on his bed, Shamrock wanted to see more of you. He pushed your legs apart and sat back on his heels between them.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded softly, trailing a finger up your bare calf. Your face burned bright red– he would never tire of seeing it – but your unsteady fingers gripped the hem of your garment. You slowly brought it up your legs, teasing him in an inadvertent strip show. He was practically salivating as your dress passed your plain cotton panties, leaving your shift to pool at your stomach.

“All the way,” he encouraged you in a gentle tone. You bit your lips and took a breath, quickly taking off your shift in one fell swoop. You weren’t wearing a bra, leaving you only in your panties. You averted your gaze, your face still red with embarrassment as Shamrock drank you in. He hadn’t seen your body like this since the branding and he’d scarcely looked then. 

He was looking now. 

He couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t stop his fingers from roving over you. You were absolutely breathtaking in your beauty, and it all belonged to him. He reached over and turned your face to look at him, he wanted you to hear what he was going to say.

“Beautiful,” Shamrock said simply, his fingers now dancing up your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He ran a finger down the soft curve of your breast, earning himself a shiver from you. Your nipples were puckered in the cool night air, practically begging for his mouth. He leaned over and kissed the outer curve of your breast, his free hand coming up to cup your other breast. Your breath hitched and your chest heaved as he began sucking your nipples and fondling your breasts, marking them to his heart’s content with gentle bites and kisses.

After only a few minutes, sweat was rolling down your forehead as you clutched his hair as he pulled small moans from you. Your hips were rolling against him, rising each time he sucked on your nipple or bit your tender skin. You were so sensitive to his every touch, he couldn’t wait to teach you all the pleasures of the body. One of his hands left your breasts and trailed back down between your legs. You clamped them shut, more from reflex than fear.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” Shamrock asked quietly, his fingers drawing a circle on your knee. Your mouth gaped open, like a fish out of water.

“Y-young Master - I don’t - I-” you stammered, the flush on your cheeks spreading rapidly down your chest.

“Yes or no?” Shamrock inquired as he rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. You whimpered and your hips rose of their own accord but he wasn’t going to let his question go unanswered due to your embarrassment. You looked him in the eyes and bit your lip.

“Yes, Young Master.” Shamrock was pleased – he would have you coming by his hand either way but it would be easier if you were familiar with the sensation. Shamrock’s lips quirked in a teasing smile – he would torment you, but only a little bit.

“What did you think about as you touched yourself?” Shamrock asked, pushing apart your thighs with his hand. You spread them easily for him as you went redder than he’d ever seen, your flush going all the way to the tips of your ears. Endearing, Shamrock thought. 

“I - Young - I - it -” you stuttered, your brain seeming to short circuit by his question. Seeing you flustered was amusing but Shamrock’s facial expression did not change; he wanted an answer. He waited, his fingers trailing up your thighs slowly while his face remained impassive. You drew your hands up to cover your face as you peeked at him through your fingers.

“You, Young Master,” you mumbled. Shamrock’s face broke into a satisfied grin and he reached down to cup your sex. His hand there stayed for only a moment but it was long enough to feel that your panties were drenched in your slick. Removing his hand, he began unbuttoning his shirt. He wanted you to feel more of him, to revel in him the way he was reveling in you.

“Tonight you will have your first satisfaction by my hand,” he explained, tossing his shirt carelessly to the side. You nodded your head, your eyes soft with yearning.

“What about you, Young Master?” you asked, your voice barely perceptible. Shamrock leaned over and kissed you again, his fingers curling around your neck momentarily.

“My satisfaction will come after yours,” he replied softly, kissing your neck, his long hair falling over you like a curtain. His fingertips trailed back down to your core slowly, pushing under the elastic band of your panties. Your legs tensed again, but opened as Shamrock started sucking on your neck. It would be a good idea to mark you, he thought, to have physical evidence of your congress together. Besides, he loved seeing his blooming marks on you, proclaiming to everyone who saw that he alone could have you.  

He slid his hand down, his fingertips brushing over your soaking center. You were panting as your hands wound around his back, you blunt nails raking his skin. He slipped your panties down your legs, the small piece of fabric getting stuck on the chain around your ankle. 

Shamrock shifted slightly so his mouth and free hand were on your pert nipples while his fingers pleasured you. His fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing it with two fingers as you whined and scratched at his back. He worked you slowly, taking care to note what movements made you clench tighter. You seemed to like firm pressure and lazy circles best, he noted as you writhed beneath him. 

Shamrock was being a little mean to you, but he had his reasons. He would allow you to rise higher in your pleasure before stopping all together and focusing more on kissing and biting your breasts. He ran his fingers up and down the length of your slit, collecting more of your slick before starting all over again. After the fourth time, you had tears in your eyes, your breath hitching as you beseeched him to continue.

“P-please, Young Master. Please, n-no more,” you begged, your fingers scrambling into his hair. You looked so sweet begging, how could he resist such a lovely request? Shamrock wanted you to be ready to accept him after your pleasure, and this would help. 

“Very well pet. Call me by my true name as you come for me,” he said languidly while nipping at your breast. Soft moans and husks fell from your lips as he resumed rubbing you. Your little cries only turned him on further, his stiff cock begging for attention. As you approached your peak, Shamrock bit your nipple harder than he had before. He was rewarded by you crying out for him, eyes shut tightly as you came on his fingers. 

“Sh-Shamrock!” you cried softly as your cunt gushed more fluid onto him, your tight hole clenching around nothing. It was the first time you had ever said his name and it felt like a blessing. He continued to stroke you until your muscles went lax, your whole body boneless. Shamrock cradled your face in his hand as you came down from your high, your breath shuddering as your eyelids fluttered open.

“Perfect.”

You flushed once more but your mouth held a small smile as he let go of your face and shifted to the side of the bed to shuck his pants quickly from his body. He fisted his hard cock, pumping it a few times to get the edge off. Your eyes went wide with curiosity, your fingertips twitching with the desire to touch. Shamrock smiled softly, he was to be your first – and only – in everything.

“Have you never seen a man’s cock before?” he teased, holding his shaft in his hand. You were still marveling at his naked form as you shook your head. Shamrock came closer to you on his knees, his cock nearly at your face. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He’d teach you to pleasure him with your mouth, but not tonight.

“Go on,” he urged you, reaching for your wrist with his free hand. He pulled your hand to his cock, your soft warm palm making him shudder with desire. You sat up and tentatively explored him, your fingertips grazing his sensitive head as he fought the urge to moan. Your careful exploration was akin to torture as you inspected him and wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your fingertips weren’t able to close around him as you gave him a tentative stroke of your own.

“Enough,” Shamrock ordered softly. He could barely contain himself and he didn’t want to lose himself all over your pretty hands. You let go of his cock and watched his face, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Shamrock positioned himself between your thighs, his aching cock now poised at your entrance as he leaned over you. His red hair pooled over your chest, completely surrounding you in himself. 

“How will it- is there enough-” you whispered, your thighs spreading even further to allow him more room. Shamrock slid his cock up and down your wet slit, putting himself into position to thrust into you. He wanted to make this experience pleasurable for you, to make you crave him the way he craved you.

“It will fit. You were made for me,” came Shamrock’s tender answer as he leaned down to recapture your lips. If he had his way, he would have taught you the pleasures of your body over the course of several nights, savoring each new delight as you discovered them. Unfortunately he felt like there was a sword pressed to his throat, a looming danger he couldn’t ignore. He would have to relish his experiences with you as they came, not wait for a better opportunity.

Shamrock pushed into your tight cunt slowly, watching your face intently. You’d long learned to keep pain from clouding your features but Shamrock could tell by the press of your lips that you were uncomfortable. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was concerned he wouldn’t last beyond seating himself deeply in you. Your fingers grabbed his shoulders, digging into his pale skin. Shamrock leaned down to kiss your neck as he pressed even further into you.

“Only the first time is unpleasant,” Shamrock said softly into your ear. “After this you will only feel pleasure in my bed.” You nodded even as tears pooled on your lashline. Once Shamrock was satisfied that you were ready, he seated himself within you in one strong push. Shamrock moaned out loud, your cunt gripping so tight he thought he could see heaven. You couldn't hide your grimace as he sheathed himself within you, your lower lip trembling as he leaned down to kiss it. He wanted to give you time to adjust, even as his cock was begging for him to pound into you. 

Shamrock focused his attention back on kissing and nipping at you, particularly around your sensitive neck. Your skin was starting to show hickeys and bite marks from Shamrock’s attention. He trailed a finger up the column of your neck, admiring his work while you acclimated to the feeling of him within you. Soon you were gripping the back of his head tightly as you mewled under his tongue. 

“Tell me if it is painful,” Shamrock bit out through his teeth. He pulled himself back before rocking into you again, thrusting himself slowly into your wet channel. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the pleasure your tight cunt was providing him. He’d had many women but all were forgotten as he slid back into your sweet pussy. You were babbling nonsense with your head thrown back as you wound your legs around his waist. 

He wanted to be gentle with you, to take his time for your first experience. But as you clenched around him, his last thread of patience snapped. Shamrock set a fast rhythm, you cunt sucking him in with every thrust. He wasn’t going to last long this round, this he knew already, but there would be plenty more chances to show you his prowess. 

“N-not painful,” you whispered, closing your eyes as Shamrock’s hips snapped into yours. He hoisted your legs up higher, positioning one over his shoulder. His cock was now hitting you at a new angle, rubbing the spot inside you that made your thighs tremble. One of his hands snaked between your bodies to rub at your clit, your back arching as he found his target. You tightened even further around him and moaned, the sensation and sound nearly making him come on the spot. He continued to rub your clit as your heels pressed into his back, your legs taut with tension, your nails digging into his forearms.

“Come on my cock. S-show me your pleasure,” Shamrock murmured, about to lose himself entirely. He felt your cunt pulsing around him as you bit your lip, your brows furrowed and eyes closed.

“Eyes open. I said show me,” Shamrock ordered, wanting to see you come undone. Your eyes snapped open, as you took what he was giving you. 

“Ahh~ nnh I can’t - it’s too - Sham-rock!” you babbled at him, consumed by pleasure. You threw back your head and let out a long, low moan as your cunt tightened around him. Shamrock could hold himself back no further as he buried himself deep within you, his own orgasm ripping through him. He continued pumping into you, his come spurting deep within you as your cunt continued to spasm.  

After a few moments, your muscles went limp around him and your eyes closed. He didn’t order you to keep them open this time, allowing you respite after your first sexual experience. Shamrock set your legs down gently on the bed, lying next to you and pulling you to rest on top of his chest. He enjoyed feeling your meager weight atop him, feeling like you were using him as a source of protection and comfort.

“Will it always be like that?” you asked, still out of breath, your hand splayed against his muscular chest.

“No. It will be better,” Shamrock said with a grin.

Hours later, Shamrock held you as you slept on his chest once more, your even breath fanning across him. He wished he could stay like this with you and fall asleep but there was too much he had to do. He had you a few more times that night, only stopping due to your soreness. Afterwards, he washed you gently with a towel and held you until you fell asleep in his bed. It wouldn’t be suspicious since the chain did not have enough length for you to go back to your room. 

Shamrock slowly disentangled himself from you, leaving you to sleep peacefully as he made his machinations. You’d fallen asleep easily, tired from the day’s work and nighttime activities. He, however, had to think through the plan that was slowly coming together in his mind. There were so many things he wanted to tell you, so many emotions he wanted to express, but he needed to be strong for you.

By the end of the night, Shamrock had a loose idea, but one that would work if everything went according to plan. There were many moving parts and pieces that needed to come into play in order for you to be saved. He had funds and access to resources, but the thing Shamrock was shortest on was time. Everything would have to go exactly right, otherwise it would all be for naught. 

The following day passed in a blur as Shamrock honed in on the minute details of his plan. He’d need to access a number of resources, tie some loose ends, and worst of all - depend on others. The timing had to be perfect, exact. But if all went according to plan, you’d be safe. Not completely unharmed, but safe. 

He’d left you in his room, naked and chained to his bed. If he was going to save you, he’d have to pretend that he didn’t care for you any longer, like a petulant child dropping an old toy when he received a new one. He ordered food and drinks brought to you – after all, you were now posed as his plaything and wouldn’t be leaving his chambers. 

It was a strange and unpleasant experience going through the castle without you at his side as he went about his day in preparation for the celebration that night. There were many moments where Shamrock would think to look at you and share an expression or see your reaction to various events only to remember that you weren’t there. His mind kept drifting to thoughts of you in his bed, your lashes fanning over your cheeks as you slept next to him in bed. 

Shamrock barely remembered getting dressed in his fine suit or the beginning of his own birthday party. By the time night fell, he was already bored and wished to be back in your arms. The castle was filled with world nobles and other Celestial Dragons, all there to congratulate Shamrock on his birthday and upcoming training to be a God’s Knight. Shamrock spent the evening circulating in various conversations and drinking, his mind far from the present situation. 

At some point, Shamrock was standing by the railing of the second floor, watching the festivities below. He didn’t bother trying to hide his disdain for the other world nobles – they were uninteresting boors with no skills or power. He didn’t know who they were or who invited them or why and didn’t care to find out. His senses prickled as Father came into his peripheral view, standing beside him and drinking from his own flute of champagne. Shamrock stood there in silence, awaiting Father’s conversation, if there was to be any.

“I am surprised your pet is not in attendance,” Father remarked, his own sneer forming as he watched the nobles below. In their disdain for those of lower standing than themselves, he and Father were of one mind. 

“She is chained to my bed,” Shamrock drawled, feigning nonchalance. Father did not smile, yet his countenance shifted slightly. Something akin to smug satisfaction.

“Why do you think I gave you until you leave for training to dispose of it? There can be much pleasure found in breaking lovely things,” Father remarked, his eyes sparkling. Shamrock had no doubt he was remembering some other poor slave who had borne the brunt of his ire, but he did not want to dwell on it. Father stood in silence next to Shamrock, each deep within their own thoughts. Steeling himself, Shamrock cleared his throat.

“Father, I have one request before I begin my training,” he began. Shamrock waited until Father inclined his head ever so slightly, indicating Shamrock could continue.

“I wish to meet my brother.”

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader; Bless the Broken Road

Fandom- Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing- Jake x fem!reader

Summary- After moving to Fightertown, USA, you decide to go to The Hard Deck for a drink. It was the most highly recommended bar in town, so why not? And you run into a bit of a familiar face. Is there still a spark there? Or are you just going to end up with your heartbroken?

Notes- This is my first Top Gun fic and I haven’t written an x reader fic in literally like. 3 years 😭 so please bear with me with this one y’all. And yes I wrote this while having ‘Bless the Broken Road’ by Rascal Flatts on repeat (don't judge). Also! @/geminiwritten helped me come up with some ideas for this fic and helped to flesh a couple parts out, so go give her love cause it was actually her fics that gave me the want to delve back into this and they’re all amazing! (Thank you Bee you’re literally amazing! 🎉)

Warnings- lots of fluff with a sprinkle of angst (it’s barely there), Jake is very sweet to the reader, italics, some misunderstandings, not proofread we die like Goose

Word Count- 6805

You never thought you’d find yourself in Fightertown, USA. Yet here you were. When your mom moved out here for a job opportunity, she asked you to move with her. You agreed, thinking it would be easier just to be closer to your mom. Of course, you had your own space, just a small little apartment. And your job paid well enough, so you were comfortable.

But living in this town only reminded you of a past you thought you’d buried over a decade ago back in your little town in Texas. The past that you’d forced yourself to bury when a certain blond haired man left and just…didn’t come back. And no, he’s not dead. You knew that much at the very least.

Jake Seresin had been your boyfriend in high school. Junior year of high school, he asked you out to homecoming, all embarrassed. But genuine. And you’d fallen for those green eyes, so you said yes. And god was that year and a half the most magical of your life, for a high school relationship anyway.

And then he sprung on you that he was going to be joining the Navy. Of course, you weren’t going to demand he stays. He had expressed his interest in the past, but it was in passing when military recruiters had come to their high school during college fairs. But you both had a conversation about it. You both agreed that it would be easier if you weren’t officially together anymore when he left. Letting him focus on boot camp and so you wouldn’t be tied down, simple as that. Though, of course, it was far from simple.

So the day came that he left for boot camp. You cried, he hugged you and kissed you goodbye, saying he’d call as much as he could. And he did at first. But when he graduated from boot camp and got his first orders, the calls became almost nonexistent. You got updates through his parents when they knew things. But when they moved away a year after Jake’s first deployment, that whole ritual ended.

And that was years ago. You’d had a couple relationships in that span of time, but nothing that stuck. Nothing that felt like him.

You decided that tonight, you really needed to just relax. You’d been in San Diego for two months and hadn’t given yourself much of a break. Moving into your apartment, helping your mom move into her place, work. Finally, things didn’t feel so chaotic. And as much as you loved your mom, you were an adult. You needed to have some time to yourself.

So what better than to find a bar in town to go to on Google? When you typed in the searchbar, a place that had outstanding reviews called The Hard Deck popped up. Good service, nice atmosphere, and it was right on the beach. You took a quick 15 minute shower and got dressed in something super simple, not bothering with makeup before slipping out your door.

Luckily, the bar was only a 10 minute drive from your apartment building. When you got there, it was only 5:30 pm, but it already seemed like there were a good amount of people here.

You got out of your car and walked inside, looking around. It was certainly naval themed, and considering the amount of khaki uniforms and men and women wearing flight suits you could see? It was definitely popular with the people from the naval base here.

You squeeze your way towards the bar and lean against it, still taking in everything around you when an older woman came over to you from behind the bar. “Hi, hun. Can I get you started with something?” She asked.

“Surprise me.” You decided to say and she smiled, giving you a little wink. She disappeared and placed a beer in front of you. “Beer?”

“Best damn beer in town. Why so surprised?” “Most people take me for a wine drinker.” She looked you up and down as she smiled.

“And are you?”

“No, not really.”

She smiled wider. “I figured. What’s your name, hun? I’ve never seen you in here before.”

You gave her your name and shook her hand. “I just moved into town a couple months ago and figured it was time I got out of my apartment.”

“Well, welcome. I’m Penny. If anyone gives you any trouble or you need anything, you just give me a holler.”

You smiled and raised your beer to her. “I will. Thank you, Penny.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” She quickly moved to serve someone else at a different part of the bar. You already had a report with your bartender. You counted that as a personal win.

You slowly and quietly nursed your beer, taking in the aesthetic of the bar. It was nice and you could understand why it was so highly rated and recommended. It was cozy. There were plenty of booths and standing tables, not to mention a fair amount of space at the bar. And almost everyone who happened to bump into you threw out a quick and respectful “sorry ma’am” before moving on. So at least the people were enjoyable too. On one side of the bar, there were a couple pool tables and a dart board. Both of which currently had khaki clad men around them. Oh- and one woman.

Said woman seemed to have just won the game of pool. She cheered before turning to the one man that wasn’t in uniform, a man in an open Hawaiian shirt and a pretty impressive moustache, and threw both of her middle fingers up in his face. He looked wildly unimpressed while looking down at her while a man wearing aviator glasses just started laughing at the woman’s antics. You couldn’t help but stifle your own giggles too. They were amusing to say the least.

You kept glancing around before your eyes landed on a jukebox against one of the walls. You were surprised to even see one. The last time you’d seen one was when Jake had taken you to this little diner back in high school. It was a cute place and he’d insisted on dancing with you. You were embarrassed beyond belief, but you couldn’t help the way you smiled with the way he spun you around and held you close. Not to mention the women behind the counter thought you two were absolute sweethearts.

You blinked and shook your head. Why were you thinking about him? You were supposed to be trying to relax, not make your heart hurt over the one who got away. You were too busy just looking at the bartop to realize someone had sidled up next to you. He was going to call for Penny when someone nudged him fairly hard and it caused him to stumble in your direction.

And spill his drink directly into your lap.

You gasped as both drink and ice hit your legs, immediately soaking into the jeans you wore. “Oh shit!”

“Ah- damn. I’m sorry about that darlin’!” You noticed a bit of a southern drawl came out with that pet name. “Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink, on me.” And now you caught the sudden hint of flirtation.

“No, no, it’s alright. Just get me a couple napkins and we’ll call it ev-” you had glanced up for a second before having to do a double take at the man’s nameplate.

Seresin.

There was no fucking way.

Your head shot up to look at the man who’d just accidentally spilled what was left of his drink on you. And you met green eyes that, even after all this time, hadn’t changed.

“Jake..?”

Jake Seresin hadn’t changed much in the years since you’d seen him last. Though he wasn’t quite as lanky as he used to be was your first thought. But what were you expecting? He’s in the Navy. His blond hair was almost perfectly styled, probably regulation, not messy like you were used to. His facial features had become more defined now with age. Sharper nose, not so full of cheeks, a more chiseled jawline. And he had a playful smirk gracing said features. By God himself, Jake had somehow gotten a thousand times hotter and just waltzed back into your life as you were thinking about him.

That smirk on his face had fallen, however. He gazed at you with wide eyes before a more genuine expression took over his face and he said your name. God the way he said your name- okay! Pull yourself together, girl.

“Holy shit, is that really you?” And you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hey Jakey. How you been?”

He made a face at you, raising an eyebrow. ‘You know I absolutely hate when anyone calls me that.”

“No. You hate when most people call you that. I was your exception.”

He gave a charming smile that made your heart flutter and ache at the same time. “Damn, it is so good to see you. Hold on.” He leaned his forearms on the bartop. “Pen, dear? Could we get some napkins over here? I accidentally spilled my drink on this fine young lady here.” He called.

Penny almost immediately was standing in front of you both, handing you napkins that you quietly thanked her for. At least this wasn’t one of your nicer outfits, just an old pair of jeans.

“You sure you didn’t do it on purpose, Hangman?” Penny asked, raising an eyebrow and setting her hands on her hips. Jake raised his hands up before you quickly jumped to his defense.

“Oh- no, Penny. It really was an accident.” With your reassurance, she nodded and moved away again before you looked back up at the man next to you. “Hangman?”

He chuckled a little and nodded. “I’m a pilot, it’s my callsign.”

You smiled a little wider. “You’re a pilot? Jake, that's amazing. I remember you talking about wanting to do that in high school.”

“Yep. I’m a fighter pilot in a squadron stationed right here in Fightertown.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. He was still so perfect to you. Just as easy to talk to as if no time had passed between the two of you. But that was also a huge elephant in the room that it seemed neither of you were ready to address. “That’s actually most of my squadron over there playing pool.”

Your gaze was redirected to the pool tables where you’d watched the woman flip off the tall man in the Hawaiian shirt. “That’s amazing Jake. I’m really happy for you.”

“Did you wanna meet them? Only if you're not busy of course. I wouldn’t want to just steal you away if you have plans.”

“No plans. I’d love to.” You smiled at the way he seemed to light up a little and gestured for you to follow him. He still seemed to be the Jake you knew back then. But you weren’t going to get your hopes up.

– – – – –

Catching up with Jake over this next week was practically magical. You got his new number and you texted when neither of you were working. You even told him that your mother was demanding to have him over for dinner soon so she could see him again, which he immediately said he’d love to..

And not to mention, he’d introduced you to his friend group, which quickly became your friend group too. You got names and callsigns, which confused you a bit. At least Bob would be easy to remember. Everyone had been extremely nice when meeting you. You and Natasha, being the only women in that group, immediately clicked and were fast friends.

Saturday, when they all had time off, you all were back at The Hard Deck. You all were squished into a booth together, chatting away while Jake was off grabbing another round of drinks for everyone.

“So. You still haven’t told us how you know Hangman.” Reuben said as you sat on the end of the bench, pressed to Natasha’s side.

“Well, he and I grew up in the same little town in Texas, so we’ve at least known of one another since we were little. But he and I actually dated for a while in high school.” You were smiling a little at the memory. No matter how much you tried to keep that buried, you couldn’t help but think about it. It was a fond time. And Jake coming back into your life had dug a lot of those feelings back up.

When you realized no one had made a comment, you looked up and looked around at everyone. Most everyone was looking at you like you were crazy, except Javy, who just had a knowing look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Well it’s just that Hangman can be a bit of di-” Mickey was saying when Reuben elbowed him, causing him to start whining and complaining.

“You talk like you might still be in love with him.” Bradley said from his spot across from you. You couldn’t help the way the heat seemed to rise to your face. Because he wasn’t wrong.

Jake was just…something else. You knew it was more than just nostalgia over your first love. It had always been more than that. No matter how hard you tried to move on when he basically disappeared from your life, you just couldn’t. Everything reminded you of him, especially back in Texas. And now he was here. The universe had given you the gift of having him back, you just didn’t want to push things. Sure, he still acted like that boy who was absolutely taken with you back in high school. But literal years had passed since then. It was like you were getting to know him all over again and you didn’t want to rush into something, if there was anything that was going to happen that was.

“Oh Jesus, you are.” Natasha groaning caught your attention again, confusing you even further by the pure distaste in her tone as she sipped from her beer. “You better watch yourself, girl.”

“Okay- there was a much gentler way to put that, Phee.” Bob said, looking at his pilot in slight disbelief. Natasha met his look with one of her own with her eyebrow raised.

“I am a girls girl and I am just trying to warn her.”

Bob sighed and turned to look at you with a kind smile. “I think what Phoenix is trying to say,” he shot his partner another look which she waved off a bit, before he looked back at you with another smile, “is that you should remember people can change. Especially in that kind of time.”

“I…realize that. Is there something about Jake I should know?” You asked, beyond confused.

“Well, he’s known for being a bit of a player.” Reuben put simply.

“Flirts with anything that has legs.” Bradley said, causing Mickey to nearly choke on his beer with laughter.

Now you were really confused. Sure, in high school, Jake was a bit of a flirt. He’s always been good looking and you knew that. He certainly knew it too. But he was far from a player. He’d been so dedicated to you while he was with you. He never even spared any other girl a glance. The only one he paid any attention to was you. It made you feel extremely secure in your relationship with him while you were together, to the point you never questioned him when he had told you he loved you. Because he didn’t just say it.

Had he really changed that much..? Now you were really starting to think things over. Was the way he’d been acting recently really him anymore? And it must have showed on your face because Javy nudged your foot under the table, getting you to look at him.

“Don’t overthink this. I’ve known Jake for a while now. Trust your gut.” He said with a smile. You smiled back when Reuben cleared his throat.

“Bar. He just sidled up next to a woman.” Everyone's attention immediately went to the bar since they were all nosy. Even Bob was watching from over his cup of peanuts. And sure enough, Jake was leaning against the bartop with a gorgeous woman standing next to him. They seemed to be talking, at least she was.

She was being so obviously showy to attempt to get his attention. You’d encountered enough of those kinds of people in your lifetime to see it from a mile away. And you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that struck you, tightening your grip on your beer bottle. But you had to remind yourself.

You and Jake were just friends reconnecting. You stopped being more when he left for boot camp. You had no room to feel jealous over a girl fawning over him. And touching his arm. And looking at him like she wanted all of him. Okay nope, you still felt jealous. And even felt a little sick to your stomach with dread. Because from what your new friends were saying, it was likely that he’d take this girl up on her forwardness.

But you saw Jake get the drinks from Penny, thank her, and then walk away from the girl, who looked offended by being blown off by him like that. You felt a sense of satisfaction at the upset look on her face. The entire squad was looking between each other in shock.

“Oh my god, did he just-” Bob looked between Natasha and Bradley.

Bradley was just as shocked as he looked at Natasha. “I think I’m dreaming. What just- OW! Phoenix what the hell, why’d you just kick my shin?!” He glared at the woman and she just smirked a little.

“Nope. You're not dreaming.”

“I hate you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at their antics. You found yourself feeling relief when he walked away. Maybe they were wrong. Or maybe they were right and he just wasn’t interested in this specific girl.

“See?”Javy’s voice drew your attention. “Told you not to overthink it.” And before you could question him about the knowing look on his face, Jake rejoined them at their booth.

“Beers all around. Ah- except for you, Baby on Board. I got you your normal Sprite, keep your glasses on.” Jake said. And you caught the deadpan look Bob shot him as he accepted his drink from Jake. You had seen his snide remarks a few times already in the couple of times you’d hung out around the Daggers in the past week. But you could tell he did it just to get a bit of a rise out of people, not to piss them off. At least you hoped it wasn’t.

You lightly hit his arm as he slid into the booth next to you. “Jakey, be nice.” You chided him lightly, the nickname falling from your lips naturally, just like it used to. He looked at you with dread written all over his face when the table started to snicker.

“Jakey?” Reuben asked and the whole table erupted in laughter. You swore you could see Jake’s ears actually go pink from embarrassment.

“Oh shut it, Payback.” Jake snapped, shooting you a little glare. But you could see there was no real malice behind it. There was almost a hint of fondness when he looked at you. Or maybe you just imagined that.

You just smiled and shrugged. “Whoops?”

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll never hear the end of this now.” You couldn’t help but laugh and Jake eventually laughed along with you, even if he still looked embarrassed.

But it seemed that Javy had other plans. He wasn’t going to let this topic of the woman at the bar go so easily. You all were laughing and talking when you heard Javy clear his throat, catching both your and Jake’s attention.

“So. Hangman. What was that whole thing with that woman at the bar?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Who? You mean the girl who was starting to get a little handsy?” You felt that pang of jealousy again just at the mention of her but shoved it down. “She’s just not my type.”

“Last I checked, everyone was your type.” Javy teased, only earning a chuckle from Jake. He didn’t deny it and that hurt a little. You glanced away and caught Phoenix’s eye, who was giving you a look that screamed I told you so. You were going to say something to her when Bob poked her in the side, getting her to jump. You thought you heard him tell her to lay off you and she started whisper-shouting at him. You swore, they bickered like an old married couple.

“Well, this girl wasn’t. I wasn’t interested in talking to her.”

“Like how you turned down that girl when you and I were here yesterday?” Javy prodded again and Jake rolled his eyes, just trying to blow it off. This only got Javy to chuckle. “Careful, Hangman. Keep turning down every girl like that and everyone will think you’re off the market and got a reason to turn them down.”

When Javy said that, Jake glanced your way and you met his eyes. And it felt like the air was stolen from your lungs. The way he was looking at you, like there was something there. The way his green eyes seemed to soften while looking at you. You felt your heart rate increase as you looked back at him, unable to breathe or look away.. There was no way this was how this went down, right?!

And then, the moment was over. He looked back at Javy with a casual smirk. “Come on. If I was off the market, you would’ve already known, Coyote. I’m still open to anyone.” And now it felt like your breath was gone, but in a completely different way. That one hurt. He must really not be interested anymore.

You couldn’t exactly blame him. I mean, you just had to look at him and his career. He was an attractive man, a part of a special squadron of elite fighter pilots, and excelling in his career. You should just feel happy that he’s back in your life as your friend.

…

You couldn’t help but want more though.

– – – – –

Jake

Jake couldn’t shake the way you had looked at him when Javy started pressing him. It had been two weeks since that conversation and he couldn’t shake it.

He had to be real with himself, he couldn’t shake any look you’d given him in the past three weeks since reuniting. He tried to play it off as he was just thrilled to have you back in his life. After so long apart, seeing you again? Having you around at almost all of his squads outings? It was like he completely shifted. His mood improved dramatically. Was he still egotistic and a bit of an asshole at work? Of course he was, when was he not? But he was just happier.

He also couldn’t deny how he felt whenever you stood between Reuben and Mickey as they argued over what was better, Star Wars or Star Trek, and laughed at their bickering. Or the way he felt whenever Bob nerded out to you over a book he was reading or a show he was watching and you listened, completely enraptured as he spoke. Or how he felt last night. When everyone had gone to The Hard Deck after work. And Bradley had dragged you from their booth, very begrudgingly he might say, to dance with him. And the way it made you laugh and your eyes light up when he spun you around.

That inherent feeling of jealousy.

But did he really have the room to feel that jealousy? It had been literally over a decade since he’d broken it off with you. And over a decade since he’d stopped calling. God, he was an idiot. Why would he ever think that you’d forgive him for that?

He had just gotten out of a shower when there was a knock on his apartment door. He looked at his phone and looked beyond confused. Who the hell was knocking on his door at almost 11 o’clock at night, on one of his nights off?

He threw on a pair of boxers and grey sweats, foregoing a shirt for now, when the person knocked again. “I’m comin’, keep your shirt on!” He opened the door and stared. “Coyote, what the hell are you doing here?” Javy pushed his way inside and Jake deadpanned. “No please, come inside, make yourself comfortable.”

The sarcasm was laced in his tone, but Javy did exactly that. He sat down on Jake’s couch as the door was shut. He leaned against the door and stared at his friend and before he could speak, Javy interrupted.

“When are you going to ask her out?” Jake was taken aback by that statement.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jake. I know you. I’ve known you for years now. I have never seen you act this way over a girl. Sure. Some girls you’d see more than once. But ever since she came onto the scene? You haven’t so much as looked at another girl. Everyone notices.”

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay? What’s your point?” He asked.

“My point?” Javy looked at him. “The Jake Seresin I know wouldn’t be afraid to flirt upfront with a girl. He wouldn’t hesitate to take that leap. But here you are, hesitating. You’re being subtle when she’s looking and practically making heart eyes when she’s not.”

Well, Jake had been found out. He expected Natasha or maybe even Bradley to catch on and piece things together. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Javy did, though.

“Well- it’s complicated, okay? We have a history.”

“That has never stopped you before.”

“Well this is different!” Jake huffed as he came over and sat next to him. “I hurt her because I was an idiot, okay? I told her I would call as much as I could and then I just…stopped. I was an idiot, I recognize that, so shut your mouth, Javy.” The other man’s mouth closed. “And I wouldn’t blame her if she never fully forgave me for it if she knew the full reason.”

Javy sighed and set a hand on his shoulder. “Listen. I get that you’re groveling over your past decisions? But you need to get over it.” Jake looked at him. This sounded like the worst pep talk ever. “Hear me out man.”

“I don’t have much faith.”

Javy rolled his eyes before continuing. “You were, what? 18, 19 at best? You were a stupid kid. I’m not asking you to give me all the details. What happened between you guys isn’t any of my business. But I’ve seen the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is looking. I may have only known her for a few weeks, but she’s a lot like you in certain aspects, so I feel like I know her pretty well. She looks at you the way you look at her.”

Jake felt his heart speed up a little at that, before sighing. “Javy. My reasoning for what I did is beyond dumb. Who’s to say she won’t be mad and tell me to fuck off for it?”

“Well, then I think she’d be missing out. And isn’t it better to lay everything out on the table and have the possibility of not dating her, than keeping it in and you guys continuing to dance around each other?”

Jake sighed. He knew that was the right thing to do. He was just scared. And that wasn’t like him at all. Which only scared him even more. He didn’t want to lose you now that he had you back.

“I don’t know, man.”

“Listen. All I’m saying is the Jake I know wouldn’t run away from a fight or a challenge. And I can tell you love this girl. I see it in the way your eyes soften when she shows up at the bar. From the way you talk about her and look at her? I’d say she’s worth the risk.”

Javy saying that flipped a switch in him. He was right. You were worth every risk to him. He would risk anything and everything for you. And if he didn’t take this leap now, he never would.

He got up from the couch and went into his room, throwing on a white t-shirt and one of his brown flannels. He threw on a pair of boots and walked back out, grabbing his keys from their hook.

“Go get her, Jakey!” Javy called.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Would you prefer cowboy?” Jake only flipped him off as he exited his apartment and went down to his truck. It was now or never.

– – – – –

You

You were practically hanging off of your couch in your apartment’s living room, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and an oversized sleep shirt. You had been having trouble sleeping recently, something you’d struggled with on and off since you were young. So you were trying to bore yourself to sleep by watching old reruns.

It was about a quarter past 11 when there was a knock on your door. You sighed and got up, answering the door and finding Jake standing there.

“Hey.” That was all he said and damnit, why did he have to say it so softly and make your heart swell?

“Hey. What’s up, is something wrong?” He looked almost upsettingly good at the moment, standing on your door. Hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets, the flannel he was wearing open to show the almost too tight white tee he was wearing. Was he trying to kill you?

“No. I’m okay. Did you wanna go for a drive?”

You rose an eyebrow. “Jake, it’s 11:30 at night.”

“Actually, it’s 23:22.”

“You smartass, you know what I mean! And quit it with military time.” He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes flicked to his arms for a second before looking back up at him.

“Come on. Neither of us has work tomorrow, I can tell you can’t sleep. For old time’s sake.” He flashed that charming smile of his and you just couldn’t say no. It was hard to say no.

“Fine. Just let me get changed into something more suitable.” You let him come into your apartment before disappearing to your room. You traded the oversized shirt for a hoodie and threw on a pair of pajama pants, slipping on a pair of slip-on sneakers. You came back out to find him looking at a couple of your family pictures on the wall and smiling.

“Okay. I think I’m ready to go.” 

He turned to you and smiled, gesturing for you to follow. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your keys quickly and followed him out, locking your door behind him before going down to the parking lot.

“You still have this beat up old piece of crap?”

“Excuse you! It still drives just fine, so why mess with perfection?” Jake had been driving the same beat up Chevy pick up truck since she could remember.

“I’m just surprised this thing still runs.” You saw him shake his head and you could only assume he rolled his eyes at you. He opened the passenger side door for you and held his hand out to you, causing you to smile. “Oh what a gentleman.” 

“Course. I gotta be, darlin’.” The pet name and the feel of his hand holding yours caused your heart to flutter.

He helped you up into the truck and got into the driver seat, pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive, the radio playing music quietly to fill the silence. You couldn’t help but glance at him every now and then. Seeing him dressed so casually rather than a flight suit or uniform was something to see. And his hair wasn’t perfectly done. It was messy and a bit unruly, but it looked good. He looked good.

“So. Where are you taking me?” You asked and he smiled a little.

“It’s a secret.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head before looking out the window. “Doesn’t this bring back memories?”

You turned back to him and smiled. “It’s a little different from Texas.”

He laughed softly. Truly, genuinely laughed. And your heart fluttered again at the sound. You were so done for. “Yeah, guess you're right. There’s a lot less flat fields. But you remember how I used to sneak you out of your window some nights, right?”

“Of course I remember. If I hadn’t trusted you, it would’ve been sketchy when you’d drive into the middle of nowhere.” You both laughed as one of his hands rested on the stick and the other held the wheel.

“Yeah, guess it could seem freaky. But it was so nice to just drive out and lay in the truckbed and watch the stars.”

“Is that what we’re doing now, Mr. Seresin?”

You saw him smiling in the light of passing streetlights. “Why, yes ma’am.” You couldn’t help but smile as well at his tone. He backed into a parking spot near the beach and looked at you. “Go get in the back.”

You climbed out of the truck and opened the tailgate, climbing into the back and sitting down. This section of beach didn’t have many lights, especially this late. So when you looked up, you could see the stars. Suddenly, you heard music. You realized that Jake had turned up the radio. The song that was playing was Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts.

“This song of all songs.” He laughed as he grabbed blankets he kept in the back seat and climbed up next to you, offering you the softer of the blankets.

“I used to play this song all the time whenever we’d go on drives.”

“Yeah, to the point it drove me insane.” You covered up with the blanket as he got settled next to you. “It does bring back a lot of memories though.”

“Good ones, I hope.” You looked at him, and he was watching you as you nodded.

“Yeah. Good ones.” You assured quietly and he smiled before you both looked up at the sky. It was quiet and luckily wasn’t too cold. A benefit of living in San Diego. The only sounds were of the radio and the waves crashing softly against the sand of the beach. The silence between you both seemed to hang heavy. That elephant in the room was getting a bit annoying.

“So I-”

“Jake, I-”

You both looked at each other and started laughing with how you both had tried talking at once. It seemed like such a cliche, but maybe a cliche wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Go ahead.”

“No, please. Lady’s first.” He insisted.

You smiled a little before you sighed. It was now or never. And not only did you want an answer. You felt like you deserved one. You’d been in the dark for long enough.

“Why did you stop calling?”

You kept your eyes on him, watching him sigh and look away from you. He rubbed scratched the back of his neck before looking at you.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I didn’t want to keep leaving you in the dark over it.”

“Well, I’m listening.”

It took him a few more moments of silence, seemingly trying to get his thoughts in order. “Because I didn’t think it was fair.” Before you could question him, he just kept talking. “We were broken up, sure. But we both knew that it wasn’t because we stopped loving each other. It was so it was easier on us and less distracting. But I got my first deployment orders so fast after boot camp and-” he sighed. “I didn’t want to be the person you were stuck on. I didn’t want to make you waste all this time waiting for us to happen again when it’s possible we never would have.

“And I know that sounds like me trying to excuse myself. I really am not trying to do that. I realized later down the line just how stupid that is. It’s not an excuse in the slightest. But it’s the only reason I’ve got.”

You were quiet for a bit as you took in his words. “Don’t you think I deserved to have a say in that? I was willing to wait.”

“I know you were. And of course, you deserved that choice. But I was a stupid kid who loved you so fiercely that I wanted what was best for you, even if that wasn’t me. I still do.”

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you looked at his side profile. The way his eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched as he leaned back on his hands. It was obvious he was frustrated with his past self’s decisions.

“Which part?”

“What?” He looked at you and he stopped, looking into your eyes.

“Which part? You still want what’s best for me or…you still love me?” You swore you heard his breath catch as you asked that question, also leaning back on your hands now. Your hand barely brushed his and it felt like sparks flew.

“Would it be selfish to say both?” His voice was quiet, as if he was afraid speaking too loud would break this fragile moment between the two of you. You felt his hand slowly rest over yours, making you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Yeah, it would. But what’s wrong with being a little selfish?” He smiled a little at your playful comment, gazing at you gently as he lightly squeezed your hand.

And before you knew it, he’d leaned in and kissed you. It felt brand new and like it was habit all at once. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. It was simple. There was no rush for either of you in that moment. His other hand came up and cradled the back of your neck to keep you close. You felt like you were drowning in the best way. Drowning in him. His taste, his touch, his scent. You never wanted it to end.

But you both did need to breathe. He pulled away and kept his hand on the back of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours. You both took deep breaths, just basking in each other’s warmth and presence.

“I am still helplessly in love with you. And I’m sorry I stopped calling.”

You shook your head. “I get why you did it. And don’t worry. I’m also still helplessly in love with you too, Jake.” He smiled and kissed you again. It was quick and simple, but god it was perfect. Everything was perfect about him. About this moment. Once he pulled away, you continued to speak. “Even if Nat tried her damndest to ward me away from you.”

Jake rolled his eyes as he looked at you. “Well, Phoenix can shove it. I’m just glad you didn’t listen to her.” You smiled and curled into his side. His arm wrapped around you, holding your waist to keep you pressed close to him.

“Nah don’t worry. I know you. You may have an even bigger ego now than you did back in the day. But you’re still my Jakey.” Your teasing tone made him roll his eyes, but both of you ended up laughing.

Once more, it was quiet again. The only sounds being the early 2000s country coming from his radio, the waves, and your breathing.

“You know.” You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe Flatts was onto something. ‘God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you’.” He was grinning like an idiot when he sang that line from the song in a low and playful tone, leaning down towards you.

You groaned and pushed his face away, causing him to bark out a laugh. “You are insufferable, Jake Seresin.”

“And you love me for it anyway, darlin’.”

You smiled and gently grabbed the collar of his flannel. “Damn right I do.” Before pulling him into another kiss that he happily reciprocated. Maybe he had a point.

And you were thanking whatever force was listening for leading you both back to each other.

END

[prettyinpink69]

♥︎Sevika's girl♥︎

Wc: 2K

Soldier Sevika X Nurse Reader

Warnings: none other than munch lesbians 😏

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

Being a nurse, a civilian nurse on the base, was not what you had expected you'd be doing with your life. But you couldn't be happier. Your internship at the hospital back home had an opening for a role on an army base in America. You, being the opportunist you are, couldn't pass it up, which is how you ended up here. You weren't on the front line patching up gunshot wounds or exploded limbs, thank God. You were strictly on the base, dealing with smaller wounds or general illnesses. It was comfortable, plus it gave you the opportunity to actually get to know the soldiers. One which you got to know very well...

Sevika. 6ft 2, a wall of muscle, a woman that means business. The only female soldier on base yet the most respected; no one would dare be rude to her or they'd face her wrath. So when she took a liking to you, well, every other soldier on base treated you with respect, getting the unofficial title of "Sevika's girl." You weren't dating; Sevika didn't date, but the way she looked at you said otherwise. You were hers, and she was yours. Though you never spoke about it, the toughened soldier having a soft spot for you, however, was not what you expected. Though it was only behind closed doors, she'd rather die than have people find out you called her 'pookie' in privacy.

It was another day at work, sat at your desk in your little appointed office, stocked with a desk, chair, and medical bed. White tiled floor with clinical white walls; you'd tried putting up a bulletin board and some decor to make the space feel less like a hospital... but it always felt clinical. You sat at your desk, going through your schedule. You had an appointment with a male soldier in an hour, but until then it was just walk-ins or emergencies, which there were none of. So you sat bored out of your mind. Almost like she knew, in walked Sevika.

Her boots hitting the floor with precision in each step. She didn't say anything, just walked in, locked the door, and stared at you with that stupid smirk. "Can I help you, Sevika?" You smiled sweetly, like a puppy waiting for its owner to return. Her arms dropped from being folded to opening wide. "Come here, pretty girl." It wasn't an ask; it was a command. However, you found your feet moving willingly towards her. Within seconds your face was against her chest, the strong muscles flexing slightly against your cheek, her arms wrapping tightly around your frame: protective, possessive, safe.

"People are pissing me off, just needed to see you..." There was that tone you loved so much, her voice softening as she spoke. You knew she had a lot to deal with, a lot of stress. You were her safe place, where she could let her walls down, and you felt so lucky. "I'm glad you came... was pretty bored doing paperwork," you mumbled as your face nuzzled into her chest. Despite her gruff demeanor, her long fingers ran through your hair, scratching the scalp. Her voice was low, teasing, but not at all serious. "Ah, so you're slacking off is what I'm hearing?"

"Am not. You're the one who came in here distracting me," you retorted. You couldn't help the brattiness that was seeping into your tone. Her arms tightened around you as she spoke; it was deeper this time, warning, "Careful, pretty girl, don't make me shut you up, babygirl..." The next words that left you... you knew you were asking for it, but you were bored and you knew the punishment would be fun, so why not?

"Make me."

Her arms tightened, before going slack. She let go of you, and you already missed her warmth. "Get on the bed. You want me to make you shut up, I'll put your bratty mouth to use instead. Bed. Now." Without hesitation your feet carried you over to the clinical, medical bed in the corner.

You lay back on the bed, the white paper sheet ripping beneath you at your quick enthusiasm. "Eager, are we? Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Sevika chuckled lowly, the kind where she was laughing, but you knew she was about to ruin you. And you loved it.

Her large, calloused hands unbuckled her belt and cargos, but you knew how soft those hand felt elsewhere... She kicked her boots off and slid the cargos and her boxers off, leaving a pile of her clothes on the tile floor right next to your station. "You're making a mess of my workspace," you complained, but it was weak, not really a compliant. "It's okay, you won't be able to see it in a minute, angel." She smirked as she stalked towards the bed. Despite her colossal frame she could move around almost silently. Damn her for being a soldier.

You watched as she climbed to sit on your shoulders, the sight of the mess long gone, replaced by the more arousing sight of her bush, and her brown folds peeking through the strands. Your tongue darts out automatically to wet your lips. "You wanted to shut me up but you're not doing a very good- mmph..." You instantly shut up the minute she pulled you up by your hair into her dripping cunt, eagerly lapping at her folds, kissing and sucking her clit between drinking down her juices. "That's it... play the good little nurse and make me feel better, doll... fuck just like that, good girl..."

The feel of her hands fisted in your hair, tight pulling at the scalp, only fueled your desire, the warmth of her thighs wrapped around your head like personal ear muffs, keeping you in place. You didn't mind one bit, committing to yourself right then and there in your head that you'd happily stay there forever, between her thighs, cunt dripping down your throat. Your tongue swirled around her enlarged, hard clit, just lifting the hood and her thighs got tighter around your head. "Fuck, doll... keep doing whatever that was, fuck, baby... you're such a good girl, 's good for me..." The praise caused your pussy to clench around nothing; even though you were still fully clothed there's definitely a wet patch forming on your scrubs.

"Mmph... tastes... mmmmph..." your pleased mumbling trails off as you suck her puffy folds between your lips, desperate to taste the tang of her arousal. You nuzzle your tongue around her entrance just teasing the nerves around it, before fully burying your tongue into her hole. "Fuck, good girl, that's it... let me use that pretty little mouth..." You felt her start to grind down onto your tongue, your nose bumping against her clit with each grind. The smell was intoxicating, filling your nostrils with the musky scent with a twinge of sweetness beneath it.

You lay there beneath her, letting her use your mouth to de-stress. Your hands finding the backs of her thighs, slowly sliding up to her ass and squeezing. All the physical activity clearly paid off with the way her muscle felt on your soft manicured fingertips. You subconsciously helped her grind on you in a steady rhythm, until you felt her pace slightly start to falter. You took initiative and started to move your tongue again to keep up the pace, pushing her over the edge. "Just like that, angel... nnghh fuck..." Her sweet, tangy release coated your tongue as she let go. Her large hands tightening in your hair; you let out a small whimper of what was either pain or pleasure, probably both. You licked and lapped at her cunt, helping her ride it out as you cleaned her up. Who said you can't multitask?

After a few slow breaths, her hands let go of your hair and she lifted some of her weight off your shoulders. Her grey eyes looked down at you, soft but still dripping with dominance, a stark contrast to yours which looked up at her: soft, needy... submissive. "Done being a brat now?"

"Yeah... I'll be good now, I'll shut up..." you looked up at her, your fingers absentmindedly running along her thighs. "Did I do good?.." The shake in your voice gave way to more vulnerability than you liked. You'd done things together before; you've came on her fingers more times than you can count, but she always made you feel good, said that 'I just wanna make you feel good, don't worry about me' so it was reasonable that the first time you got to reciprocate you were a little nervous. Her rough hand cupped your cheek, gentle and soothing as the pad of her thumb caressed the skin. "You did such a good job, angel. I came, didn't I?" You nodded, still looking up at her with need in your eyes, that needy look Sevika saw far too often.

Without words she knew what you needed and was more than willing to provide. She climbed off your shoulders and slid down between your legs. "Hips up, baby, let's get these off..." Your body instantly complied, hips lifting off the bed at her words. The way she could switch from dominant to loving in an instant was something you admired. Her hands worked quickly and methodically, slipping off your scrubs and panties with one swift movement. With how wet you were, you knew there was a wet patch that seeped through onto your sky blue scrubs, but Sevika didn't comment, didn't tease you for getting so worked up after eating her out. You were feeling vulnerable right now, and she knew that.

Her hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs to gently pry your legs open, exposing your wet cunt to the air, causing you to shiver slightly. "So wet, angel... you're soaked, hm? I should let you touch me more in the future..." It wasn't a tease, more of an observation, like she was studying the way your body reacted to everything she did to you.

Her tongue finally made contact with your pussy, parting her folds with your tongue to get to your bundle of nerves, circling your clit with her tongue. "S-sev, oh my God..." Your hips twitched at the feeling of her tongue sucking on your clit. Again she doesn't demand you keep still; instead runs her hands up to your hips and just rubs her hands in soothing circles. "Feel it, babygirl... that's all you gotta do... just sit and take it for me, let me take care of this needy cunt.." And you did. You let her lap and suck at your clit, like she's a starved woman, but every move she makes, every flick of her tongue is calculated, designed to push you over the edge. You pushed her hair out of her face, and gripped the strands to ground yourself.

"Please... Sev, please let me... oh fuck, please..." Even you didn't know what you were begging for; every time you tried to form a thought her tongue would flick over your clit and ruin your train of thought. Every touch sent flames through your body, that coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter with each lick. Sevika doubled down her efforts, like she knew with the way your thighs started to shake. "Come for me, angel, come on... let me have it baby..." And with whatever power this woman had over you, the sweetness in her voice, like coaxing an animal out of hiding, the coil snapped, your thighs closing around her head as she lapped up your release, helping you ride out the pleasure in the best way possible. "Ok... mmph, too much... oh fuck, Sev-" She sucked hard one last time on your clit before relenting and pulling away. Her head lifted up from between your legs, a shit-eating grin on her face as she licked her lips. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, angel... this is just the start. You can handle it though, can't you? After all... you do have the reputation of being my girl..."

[davidchavlover]

I’ve always taken on the role as a dominant Alpha; had a bunch of beta lads follow my lead. But my other chavvy mates have implied that they’ve had enough of me thinking i’m better than them. Had enough of serving my every whim. They seem to suggest that they can take me down a peg. Make me even more of a beta than they are, if that’s even possible. I overhead some remark about giving me a ‘tight bubble butt’ and a ‘change of clothing’.

Not that i’m too worried mind, those dipshits with all their brain power combined wouldn’t be able to organise a thing. And besides i’m far more assertive than those basic chav lads, there’s no chance in fucking hell I’d end up serving them. It’s proper hilarious they think they can try though, right?

You shouldn’t have been so arrogant. Maybe if you hadn’t strutted around like you owned the place, if you hadn’t sneered at the lads every time they cracked a joke, if you hadn’t acted like you were better than them, maybe then they wouldn’t have felt the need to put you in your place. But it is too late for regrets now.

The invitation had seemed normal. Josh had texted you in the evening: "Come over, mate. Just a few drinks. The lads are here." Nothing unusual. You had done this a hundred times before - drinks, banter, maybe a bit of fun with the lads.

At first, everything was normal. You cracked a few jokes, took a few swigs, but something felt… off. Your vision blurred faster than it should have. Your limbs grew heavy, your thoughts sluggish. Had you really drunk that much already? You tried to shake the fog from your mind, but your body wasn’t listening. The room tilted. The last thing you saw before the darkness swallowed you was the lads closing in their hands pulling at your clothes.

You woke up disoriented. The first thing that hit you was the smell. It clung to your skin. It was sweet and fruity. Not the musky cologne you always wore, not the faint sweat of a night out. This was something delicate, feminine.

You were in bed. The sheets were soft. You reckoned they must have brought you to a guest room after you had passed out. Panic flared as you tried to sit up, only to feel the cold bite of metal around your wrists. Handcuffs. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you thrashed, kicking the blanket away. Your body was different. Your arms, once lean but strong, were now slender, dainty. Your skin was smooth, hairless, almost glowing in the dim light. And to your shock there was a cage on your dick. A scream tore from your throat. It was high-pitched and not your voice at all.

The door creaked open. Josh stood there, arms crossed, grinning. "Not feelin’ so cocky now, are ya, princess?"

Your blood ran cold.

"Me an’ the lads reckoned you needed teachin’ a lesson," he continued, stepping closer. His fingers trailed along your bare leg, making your skin crawl. "So we made you into somethin’ a bit more… fun."

"W-what did you do to me?!"

Josh chuckled, pulling a small vial from his pocket. Liquid swirled inside, pink and shimmering. "Just a little serum. Made you more agreeable." He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Don’t stress, bruv… by the time we’re done, you won’t even wanna kick off."

You screamed again, thrashing wildly, but he grabbed you and held you down while he emptied the serum into your mouth. Darkness swallowed you once more. But next time you woke up… You wouldn’t resist.

The golden light of evening spilled through the curtains as consciousness crept back in. You blinked slowly, your mind hazy, your body warm and pliant. You looked down at yourself. You were dressed in an oversized pink tee and some briefs. The realization of what you were wearing should have sent you into a panic. But instead, a different kind of feeling was low in your stomach. You shifted on the couch, thighs pressing together and God, you were so fucking horny.

Your fingers twitched, craving touch, craving a man to please. The lads would be here soon. Josh had promised. And they would use you, just like they always did. The thought made your pulse skip, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Wait… Always? A flicker of confusion cut through the fog. You tried to grasp at it, to remember… but your mind felt slippery. There were flashes - laughter, sneers, your voice, loud and arrogant - but they didn’t feel like yours anymore. Just distant echoes of someone else.

Now you knew you had never been the leader. You had never been one of the lads at all. You were Josh’s. His toy. His good little thing to share with his mates when they fancied a fuck. The knowledge settled into your bones, warm and right, like it had always been that way.

A mirror hung on the opposite wall. You caught your reflection - pouty lips, wide eyes, a delicate frame. Your hair was softer now, fluffier, and lighter in colour. You looked cute.

You squirmed, biting your lip. The fabric of your briefs was damp already from your precum. You couldn’t wait for them to get here. Couldn’t wait for Josh to grab you by the hips and remind you what you were for.

"Look who’s finally awake," Josh grinned, stepping inside with the others behind him. His gaze raked over you, lingering where your thighs squeezed together. "Missed us, princess?"

You nodded, breathless and started to undress for them.

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I hope you enjoy your new life as a twinky toy for your new owner. That nice bubble butt will definitely be used tonight, and I think your new clothes fit you way better anyways…