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đź FUCK HER, FLIP HER, BEND HER BACKWARDS !
â¤ď¸ââ§âş...synopsis : the church always says sex for pleasure is a sin, and nanami kento is a man of the lord. but fuck, if his wife isn't worth sinning for. wc: 4.3k
â¤ââ§âş...cw : n. kento x fem!reader, religious themes, traditionalist views on sex and marriage, loss of virginity, missionary to mating press, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, nanami loses himself in your pussy, slight cum play, dirty talk
â¤ââ§âş...lunar's note : am i unintentionally coping with religious trauma? possibly but it is fun :33 anyways based of this! forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty, it's been a while but enjoy !!
the two of you have spoken about eventually having children many times, but knowing the steps it took...it kept you both pushing it back, knowing eventually you'd both be ready.
after speaking with doctors, asking for advice from the church, and having you grumble about the neighbors who welcomed a cute baby girl, the two of you figured it was time.
you did your best to act normal all dayl, trying not to seem to nervous or too excited as you went about your chores for the day.
it may just be an act to procreate, but...it's still your first time with nanami. you want it to at least feel special.
there was nothing in the bible that went against that, right?
well, you have plenty of time to overthink since it seems that your dear husband will be at work late. to pass the time, you wait upstairs in your shared bedroom, the TV on as a distraction.
you're so stuck in your own world that you don't even notice him in the doorway before he clears his throat, leaning in the doorway. "oh! hi, honey, welcome home!" you go to stand up, but he holds up a hand, making you stop before you can get up from the bed.
it's silent, aside from the noise from the TV, and you can feel your stomach flip in anticipation.
has...has he always looked that handsome?
he continues to stand by the door, still not making eye contact. "you said it...starts today, correct," nanami questions, focused on undoing the straps of his watch. it shouldn't be attractive, it's such a simple task...yet it has your stomach doing flips as you nod.
"mhm, my, uh...ovulation starts today." it's such a weird thing to say, it just makes everything feel so...clinical. but that's how it's supposed to be, right? those who use sex for pleasure instead of procreation are sinners, or whatever the reverend at the church says.
"mm."
slowly pulling it off, he sets the watch on the dresser before shutting the bedroom door
"good."
dear god in heaven, you think to yourself, struggling to swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth as he starts to undress. please forgive me for such inappropriate thoughts about my husband.
he removes his suit jacketâblack today, it seemsâplacing it carefully on his desk chair, followed by his cufflinks and tie. his shirt is next, each button popping to reveal his strong, well-maintained physique.
you have to stop yourself from pumping your fist in the air for getting so lucky with such an attractive man as your husband. too busy ogling him like a horny teenager, you miss him undoing his belt before tugging them down and stepping out of his boxers.
once you do realize he's fully undress, you blush hard once he approaches the end of the bedâit took everything out of you not to stare at that...monster hanging between his legs, dear lordâand climbs onto it, making his way to hover over you.
his eyes roam up and down your body, taking in the pretty silky night dress you had on. Itâs a soft blue with lacy white trim with little intricate flower designs.
modest, yet sensual.
"this is new," he comments, voice low and sultry. you can't help but wonder if he meant to sound so...so...
you don't find the correct word for it, but this new tone lights a fire in your stomach that has your r thighs squeezing together just a little bit.
"well, i figured it was an important night...you know, finally popping our cherries a-and starting a family?"
it's a weak attempt at humor, your voice clearly giving away your nervousness. you just pray that he ignores it.
a soft hum leaves him, his fingers playing with the intricately designed lace trim. the idea that you want to make this whole ordeal special, that you want to give yourself to him wholly, and that you want to swell with his child...
it pleases him greatly, a small smile touching his lips.
"well, aren't you sweet, my dearest?"
such simple words, yet they relieve so much tension from your shoulders. you can't help but smile back before a little gasp falls from your lips when his hands start to lift the dress up. his hands, they're so big, so hot on your skin.
It's a struggle to remember that this is for the purpose of producing offspring and nothing else, but you try, you try so hard.
but when you hear the hitch in his breath at the realization you didn't have anything else underneath the dress after he pulls it over your head, it's hard to remember.
the thought just about completely leaves your mind at the way nanami, your usually put-together husband, looks so hungrily down at you, a look you've never seen before in those pretty hazel eyes.
his gaze lingers on your body for a moment, mouth opening before shutting instantly, preventing himself from saying something he'd likely regret.
calm down, kento, he reminds himself, taking a second to clear his mind. this is for the purpose of family, not sinful and carnal desires.
even so, he's drinking in the sight of you, unable to stop his hands from rubbing up and down your sides, the soft skin of you, his wife, warming his palms. all his.
"gorgeous," he mumbles, unaware he even said it.
the moment you feel his leaking cock brush against your leg, a thought occurs to you.
neither one of you has a single idea of how to do this.
sure, you both know enough about putting it inside and moving, but that was about it. is there something else you should do? things you should say, places you should touch to aid in the process?
they never explained the actual process of sex in church, and lord knows your mother and father would've keeled over and died instantly if you were to ask them.
'it comes naturally when god deems it your time' the reverend stated once during a sermon. you fight back a frown, realizing that man probably had even less of an idea of how to do it.
however, the feeling of his tip nudging against your slit rips a gasp out of you, bringing you back into the present.
"are you alright? you left me for a bit there," nanami asks, his brow furrowed in worry. if you weren't ready, he was willing to back off. he may want to fulfill this important aspect of marriage, but...not if you don't want it.
"n-no, i'm okay! just...wondering how all of this is going to work out," you softly reassure, giving a weak giggle.
he can't blame you, he isn't very sure either. but as the man of the house and as your husband, he didn't plan on letting you worry. he would do all the work, you just needed to lay there looking so pretty, so soft, so...he realizes he's doing it again, letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't.
"just...j-just relax, we will figure it out as we go along."
with your silent nod, nanami starts to push his hips forward, hissing silently when he realizes the wetness that greets him.
you were this aroused just from...talking?
the thought of scolding you for letting your mind wander crossed his own, but...it would be hypocritical when his cockhead is dribbling precum all over your soft mound.
you choke out a noise of pain when his cock finally notches onto you and starts to push inside. sure, your wetness helped get the tip and the few inches after it inside, but just that is already too much for you, and you're expected to take all of it?!
you do your best not to move, not really sure what you should be doing. you'd be a good wife and bear with the pain if you had to, your nails digging into the pillow under your head as you braced yourself for the rest of his cock.
but this is absolutely unbearable, how do other women bear with this and have 6 or more children?!
a flicker of concern flashes through nanami's eyes at the sound you made, and he stops moving forward. he may be a bit mean sometimes, but he wasn't cruel.
if you both are going to go through with this, he is not going to make you suffer and nor is he going to force you to endure a painful experience.
no true man of god would do such a thing.
"breathe, don't hold it in," he instructs, his voice somehow calm and collected. one of his hands laces with yours, hoping to provide some sort of comfort as his lips brush against your forehead. "i've got you, darling, the pain will pass, just...tell me to stop if it gets too bad. don't hold it in."
giving a soft nod, you try to match his breathing, your body relaxing and making it easier for nanami to slip the rest of himself inside, a near silent sigh escaping him. the tightness and initial resistance that greeted him nearly made him moan, his cock twitching violently inside of you.
something about the physical feeling and knowledge that you saved yourself for him like you promised years before you both got married sent a surge of possession and pride, knowing he has such a loving and faithful wife who is so willing to give herself up to him like this...he can only hope you feel the same knowing he saved himself for you and only you.
so, as a 'reward'âand totally not because he fears you'll strangle his cock off with how tight you areâhe's so gracious to you, not moving to let you get used to the stretch and feel of him inside, the room silent except for your matching breathing.
a few moments go by, and you should feel embarrassed when you feel slick drip out of you and down your ass. the realization that your dearest husband, one of the most faithful men of the church, is letting his cock soak inside of your hot cunt makes you whine a little, slick walls fluttering around him.
he's so fucked.
"a-ah...i'm going to move now," he warns, taking your sudden noise as a good sign. nanami shifts his legs just a bit before giving an experimental thrust, his brow furrowing as he slowly finds a rhythm.
the feeling of your hot and gummy walls is absolutely intoxicating, divine, nothing he's ever felt before.
this is what it felt like?
this is what he waited for?
fuck, it felt...it felt so good.
too good.
for you, the pain completely melts away, and you silently thank god and the angels above for giving you a merciful husband who is so kind as to wait for you to loosen up around him.
little do you know, he would rather kill himself than start moving when you're still adjusting to the pain and stretch.
his gentle movements make you all but melt under him, your eyes fluttering at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through your veins.
no wonder your parents preached about saving yourself until marriage, and thank the heavens you listened.
the very thought of feeling this way with anyone but your kento puts a bad taste in your mouth.
meanwhile, nanami chants prayers in his head over and over again as he tries his best to focus on the 'true' purpose for this.
the sticky, wet, and gooey sensation of your plump cunt sucking him, practically weeping each time he pulls out is just unfair.
the poor man, he's fighting so hard to maintain his composure, to not succumb to the base instincts that those soft moans of yours are beginning to stir within him.
"s-shush, darling," he grits out, hips still following his slow, deep pace. "don't...don't make such noises," he all but pleads, voice tinged with a huskiness that betrayed his growing need for you.
âi-iâm sorry! just, it...feels good, y-you feel good, feels s-so good,â you whisper, hands coming up to cover your mouth and stifle those sickeningly sweet noises.
but of course, that isnât enough because each push and pull of his cock stirs your drooling cunt, filling the room with wet, filthy squelching sounds.
nothing about this is holy, nanami thinks as he grits his teeth, hands fisting in the sheets next to your head.
look at her.
those soft, muffled noises are truly music to his ears, his pace morphing from the slow, deep grind into a faster pace as your soft body gives into the pleasure.
so wet, so damn tight around my cock., like she never wants to let me pull out.
"k-kento, y-you're goin' too deep, i-i can't be quiet, s'too much!"
messy little pussy, 's beggin' for cum, needs it, needs to feel my tip kissin' her cervix as i pump load after load into her womb.
he knows what that little voice is, and no matter how much he wants to claim that itâs the sound of demons pouring their sinful words into his mind, he knows that it's his thoughts, fueled by those dirty little noises that she can't hold back.
how pitiful, how sinful, doesn't she know she's going against all the teachings they've heard preached every weekend in their church?
doesn't she know she's giving into lust?
doesn't she know her pretty sounds are making his dick throb, painting her insides with his hot, gooey precum?
"hush, 'm not going to t-tell you again, you...you need to be quiet," he growls, the command lacking its earlier authority.
nanami also knows lying is a sin, and he's doing a damned lot of it right now as he tries to convince himself that you need to stay silent. after all, thisâthis is just a process of giving you both a child, just like you wanted, and nothing else.
but he's lying to himself.
he needs you to be quiet or else he'll lose it.
the poor man is barely holding onto his restraint, and these sweet noises pouring from your mouth aren't helping at all.
"y-you make this so difficult sometimes, my dear..." his voice is rough with need and desire, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. "but, by god, you're...you're. absolutely. exquisite."
he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips into you in a way that has the coarse hair on his crotch to rub against your clit. the pleasure it gives you is electric, your legs coming up to squeeze his hips as you try to grind with him.
his words, his simple praise only makes you hiccup his name, crying out louder as your watery eyes roll back as your needy cunt squeezed down on his fat cock.
you're such a sweet thing, trying oh-so hard to mute your sounds. each snap of his hips is all but driving you insane.
âi-i canât, ken, y-you donât understand, i-it feels so good, i-iâm so full! youâre pressing against all the good spots, kentoo, i-i love you s' much, b-but i can't!â
be a good fucking husband and do what you were made to, nanami kento.
his teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to hard to ignore that temptation purring in the back of his mind.
the voice is so much louder now, echoing throughout his mind and muting any prayers or pleads to be mindful of the sanctity of this whole process.
fuck her. give her what she needs, what she deserves.
but it's too fucking hard, he can't his hips are speeding up, his strong hands moving to grip your thighs, unaware of how they start to anchor behind your knees.
breed your pretty little wife and give her a baby like she deserves.
with a deep groan, nanami finally loses all control, fingers digging into your supple thighs to push them to your chest and practically folding you in half.
this new angle has him openly moaning like a dirty whore, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your tight, gummy walls, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each and every deep thrust.
"k-ken, kenny, k-ken," you sob, tears catching onto your lashes as your entire being is assaulted by the endless pleasure your husband is giving you. he doesn't even look like your kento anymore, his pupils blown so wide that you can barely see the ring of greens and brown of his iris.
"f-fuck. 's all your fault, you know that," he hisses, eyes narrowing as he weakly glares down at you. but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he gives in to the pleasure.
his dark eyes bore down into yours, the wet plap plap plap plap of his hips slamming into yours almost overpowering his voice. "if y-you just stayed quiet like i asked, w-we wouldn't be here."
a little spurt of wet gushes out of you, making his fall forward into the juncture of your neck with a groan at the dirty noise it makes,
"god, i-i can feel it, y'know? can feel this sticky pussyâsuch a dirty little pussyâmakin' such a mess. saved it jus' for me, didn't you, baby? mmhmâfuckin' hell, 's tightâthank you god f' giving me such an angel of a wife." nanami is huffing nonsense against your neck, pounding into you with a force that has the bed creaking loudly.
if you weren't being fucked stupid, you would be worried he was about to break the bed.
"you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, b-but you jus' had to have the noisiest little cunt."
he's so mean, but it only serves to make you gush even more, the way juices pour out of you and only make the already filthy noises even nastier.
"she's talkin' to me, baby, y'hear it? i'm...i-i'm gonna breed you," he manages to whine into your ear, pulling away to press his sweaty forehead against yours.
his tongue, so pink and prettyâyou want it in your mouth, want to taste it want to feel it against yoursâruns over his top lip as he watches drool drip down the corner of your mouth while you nod brainlessly.
nanami's never felt so dirty, so unhinged, but it feels so right, feels so fucking good. he never wants to leave your pussy, never wants to pull out, this is where he belongs, buried deep inside you as his cock pumps load after load right into your tummy, giving you what you need, what you deserve.
"yeah? you want that? i'll give it to you, baby, promise, 'm gonna be a good husband a-and knock you up, gonna make you a mommy."
that has you keening, tears pouring down your cheeks at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. you know you're close, but it's different.
it feels different, feels too much, there's pressure you've never felt before from the few times you'd cave in and play with your puffy, swollen clit in the shower when you waited for nanami to get home from work to kiss you to sleep.
no, you feel like you are about to fucking explode. "ken, i-i can't, 'm gonnaâs-something's coming," you try to warn, your hands fisting in his hair as you tug and tug and tug.
the pull of his hair makes him moan like a slut, it sounds so fucking good. his eyes are rolling back before he rushes to comfort you, pressing soft little open-mouthed kisses against your lips.
you don't need to fight it, you just need to give it to him, give him what he needs.
"shh, shh, don' cry, y' look t'pretty, honey. l-let it happen, cum for me, i've got you, angel, cum for me s-so i can fill you up," he coos, his hips growing erratic as he feels your silky walls starting to fluttering around him, feeling you teeter on the edge of release.
he shifts, just barely, just enough to better position himself to fuck deeper into you. but that slight movement has his cock smushing against something soft and spongy that makes you sob, growing softer and more pliant under him, and you know you are done for as all you can do is wail his name.
"please, pretty girl, cum for me, show me how good 'm making you feel, soak my cock, c'mon, you can do it."
with a loud mewl that nearly has nanami soaking your walls in cum, you dig your nails into his biceps as you finally, finally cum. and you're right, it is different, your cute pussy squirting and creaming all over his dick.
the poor man is choking back a whine, eyes wide in shock as your cunt just gushes slick everywhere, clenching around him like a vice as you cum.
your juices are soaking his cock and balls, splattering against his lower abdomen obscenely. the thought of making you do that again crosses his mind for a split moment before the need to fill you up for being so good overpowers any other thought.
not giving you a break, he continues his unforgiving fucking, ignoring your cries and pleads for him to slow down.
"nonono, shh, shh, shush, you can take it," he coos against your lips, no longer caring if this was sinning or not. all he could think about was the constant squeezing and spasming of your poor overstimulated slit that was milking him toward his orgasm.
you try to squirm away, but the way he has you folded in half has you unable to do anything but accept his stupidly deep thrusts that make you swear you can taste his cock in the back of your throat.
"t-tha's it." he's panting, slurring his words, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. itâs so wet, so messy now, but he can't find it in himself to care.
no, all he can think about as he looks down at you is how you'll have that angelic glow as you grow round with his baby, and everyone will know you're his, that he knocked you up, he pumped you full of his cum, that you're his you're his you're all fucking hisâ
"f-fuck, honey, i-i can't..." his hips stutter as he does his best to maintain his rhythm, but his own release is barreling down on him. his heavy balls are drawing up tight as they slap against your ass, your juices still pouring out and soaking all of him.
"'m gonna fill you up, 'm gonna pump thisâthis sinful little cunt f-full of m'cum, angel, gonna knock you up, gonna have you drippin' with me, g-gonna give you a fuckin' baby, shitâ"
with a deep, guttural groan, nanami hisses your name as he buries himself as deep as possible, his hot tip kissing your cervix as thick, hot ropes of his potent cum pour right into your womb, hips grinding into you and giving little thrusts as you milk his cock weakly despite your overstimulation.
it'sâit's so much, he's still cumming, how was all of this inside of him? you can practically feel it sloshing around inside of you, and you whimper when you feel it gush out around his now softening cock, dripping down your ass onto the bed.
a moment or two passes, and he sits up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face and looking down at you.
oh.
you sweet thing, you're an absolute mess. you have tear streaks down your cheeks, your lips swollen from him unknowingly biting them between the little kisses he was giving you, a pretty sheen of sweat on you, and...
his eyes trail lower to where his dick is still nestled inside of you, and it takes everything in him to not accidentally thrust his hips a little bit.
it's a creamy, sticky mess, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out your poor, abused pussy.
"o-oh. sorry, my love. i'm...not quiet sure what happened there. i apologize for such...foul language," he mumurs, his hand stroking your hip. "'s okay," you softly coo back to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath. "i-i liked it..."
but you quickly learn you've married both a man of god and a curious, insatiable bastard who can't help but drag his cum all over your pussy, quickly finding your clit. and the reaction you give him is one he decides he likes, your hips canting up as your soft, oversensitive walls squeeze around his cock again.
"k-kento, that's nasty!"
all you get in response is a grumbling noise in his chest as it takes you weakly slapping your hands against his chest to get his eyes to snap away from your gooey, creamy pussy.
clearing his throat, he looks down at you, that heated look slowly creeping back onto his face. "perhaps we...we should try once more. just to ensure it takes," he states, doing his best to show some semblance of dominance.
but it's impossible when his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pupils blown as he gazes down at your panting form like he's about to devour you whole.
"after all, a...a big family is what god wants from man and woman, right? so we...shouldn't delay and keep trying." his hand trails up your side before finding its way to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
his thumb experimentally rolled your nipple, and the way your body reacted, a soft gasp of his name...how is he supposed to explain the feeling he's getting in the confessional booth?
"y-yeah," he gulps, leaning his head down. you can feel his hot breath against your tit, and you swear you feel drool drip onto your breast. "w-we'll keep trying. jus' to make sure w-we do what the scripture asks."
may god forgive him for being such a fucking liar and a damned bad one at that.
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pairing uncleÂĄrafe cameron x babysitterÂĄreader
summary babysitting sarah's baby wasn't a problem for you, not when her attractive uncle was around to keep you company, making it extremely hard for you to do your job.
contains fluff, brief sexual content, accidental kiss, making out, sexual tension, confessions (sort of), mutual pining, slightly suggestive towards the end, rafe being a tease, flustered reader, wc; 3.7k
a/n this was sosos fun to write sb had to do it ugh luv uncle rafe 37:$: i hope you guys enjoy hehe!! feel free to request if you wanna!
While managing your busy schedule was diffcult, babysitting was not the worst side-hustle.Â
Besides the decent pay, you get to hang out with your friends, take care of baby Jackie, and spend more time with her hot uncle.Â
That was not intended, nor was it apart of your plan, however, you were not one to complain. You were sure he knew, he definiltiy caught up on your attraction for him, whether it was the foolish grin that spread across your face, or the way you brighten up when he strikes a conversation.Â
Rafe visits often, always using Jackie as an excuse to extend his stay. It would end with the little girl deep asleep, while you two chatted the night away. Most times, you had to force him out, leaving you no choice but to do so whenever his teasing gets too overwhleming for your well being.Â
Now, you were well aware of how cocky the latter was, using every chance he gets to tease you over how flustered you grew whenever he, in the slightest bit, flirted with you. He would, out of the blue, drop the most gut-wrenching, bold statement known to earth, indicating that he mightâve been into you.Â
However, you didnât fall for it. You knew Rafe, Sarah would always tell you about him, and how much of a douche-bag (in her words) he was. Heâs been with far too many girls for you to trust him, or go further with your feelings for him.Â
People change, though, and Rafe mightâve been more desperate than you thought heâd be, implying that maybe, he was being sincere, and itâs not your delusions talking you into things.Â
You perked up when you heard a sudden knock on the door, startling you out of your seat. Your attention shifted to Jackie, inserting the pacifier in her mouth before heading towards the entrance. A smile made its way across your lips, well aware of who was behind the door.Â
You twisted the doorknob, a breath knocking out of your chest as you caught sight of Rafe, leaning against the wall while he awaited his welcome. A smirk spread across his lips, showcasing the single dimple on his cheek.Â
You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to the side as your gaze shifted to Rafe, sighing when you noticed the cocky expression plastered on his face. You moved to the side, giving the boy enough space to squeeze through, to which he contently accepted, letting himself inside.Â
âWhatâs good, mâlady?â He grinned, walking past you. âYou miss me?âÂ
âI havenât had the time to, Mr. Rafe Cameron.â You sarcastically responded, following behind him. âWeren't you just here yesterday?âÂ
âHey, am I not allowed to visit my niece now?â He questioned, a dramatic gasp escaping his lips once he spotted the little girl. âThere she is, my darling girl.â
You giggled, watching as Rafe approached Jackie, instantly scooping her in his arms. The little girl smiled at the sight of her uncle, reaching for his face with her little hands. He pecked the tips of her fingers, scrunching his face when she scratched him.
âYou miss your uncle, baby?â His voice softened, barely above a whisper. âIt was insufferable being with her, yeah?âÂ
âHey!â You lightly slapped his arm, chin finding the blade of his shoulder, though you could barely maintain your composure with how tall he was. âShe loves me.âÂ
âMhm,â he glanced over his shoulder, flashing you a knowing grin. âIâm sure of that.âÂ
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â You dramatically gasped, observing as Rafe placed Jackie back in her crib.Â
âOh, Jackie baby, youâre adorable.â He gently rubbed her chin with his thumb, the gesture earning a wide smile out of the little girl. âYeah, there you go, you like that?âÂ
âMhm, I donât think she does,â you playfulled responded, making yourself comfortable on the sofa, next to Rafe. âRight, baby? Heâs a bit annoying, yeah?âÂ
âDonât listen to her, Jackie.â Rafe chuckled, slightly turning to face you. âSheâs trying to ruin our bond.âÂ
âOh, hush.â You avoided his gaze, feeling goosebumps break out across your arms when your bare skin made contact with his. âShould we kick him out again? Heâs been spending a concercing amount of time with us, donât you think?âÂ
âUs?â He questioned, teasing hinted in his tone. âWho said Iâm here for you? Iâm only here for Jackie.âÂ
âMhm, yeah sure.â You playfully replied, leaning back in your seat.Â
Rafe turned to face you, smirking once he caught the flustered mess he had created out of you. He darted his tongue out to coat his lips with a layer of spit, turning towards Jackie with a scoff.Â
âOkay, yeah maybe Iâm here for her too.â Rafe started, veiling your presence. âDonât tell her I said that, though. Sheâs a brat, sheâll probably never let it go.â Â
âShut up.â You muttered, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.Â
It usually stops here, you never go past that stage, brushing off his flirting as a joke, and shifting the attention back to Jackie. Either that, or Sarah and Johb B, therefore, you werenât anticipating a response, nor anything that would stir up your emotions.Â
âAnd what would you do to make me shut up?â He questioned, adjusting his position until he was manspreading. âIâm quite intrigued on what you might do.â Â
Your heart skipped a beat at the flirtatious statement, the boldness in his voice knocking a breath out of your chest. You felt your mouth go dry as the boy turned in your direction, mind going hazy when your eyes locked with his.Â
You couldâve sworn his eyes flickered to your lips, but that mightâve been your vision, because no way. Rafe Cameron? Not in a million years, you knew it was not happening, especially with how complicated things were.Â
He was your friendâs brother, what were to happen if you did get together, and it eventually fell apart? That would create awkward tension between you and Sarah, therefore, you didn't want that, especially with how much you cherish the girl.Â
However, you chose to take the risk, using the dim darkness seeping through the windows as an excuse for your response, although you know it was risky, tempting, could ruin whatever you had with Rafe, even if it was mere banter.Â
âI can think of a few ways, actually.â Your voice dropped barely above a whisper, knee brushing over his leg.Â
âYeah?â He questioned, slinging his arm over your shoulder. âCare to enlighten me, doll?âÂ
Your stomach stirred at the pet name, lips parting with an exhale. To say you were nervous was underestimating it. Rafeâs gaze burned holes through your skin, as well as the hand that lightly traced the blade of your shoulder, not much of help for your situation.Â
You gulped, eyes trailing down to his lips, suddenly feeling desire wash over you, too wrapped up in your own head to think it through. However, before you could get a chance to do anything you could regret, Rafe suddenly turned his attention to Jackie, the action startling a sigh of relief out of you.Â
You cleared your throat, attempting to maintain your cool as you admired Rafe while he played with Jackie, entertaining the little girl. She took liking into it, her smile wide on her lips as her fingers fiddled in the air, trying to reach for Rafeâs hand while he teasingly retrieved them from her touch.Â
It was so adorable, the sight melting your heart, you werenât able to contain the smile spreading across your lips. You knew of Rafeâs poor relationship with Sarah in the past, the boy distancing himself when they grew apart. Yet, here Rafe was, taking care of her daughter while she was away. It was endearing, to say the least.Â
You leaned over his shoulder when you noticed Jackie dozing off, eyes widening as Rafe turned around, the gesture ceasing the distance between you as your lips collided with Rafeâs in a chaste kiss. Your breath knocked out of your chest, the sensation of his mouth against yours spiraling you over the edge.Â
His lips were so soft, you lingered for a moment before letting realization wash over you, eventually returning back to reality. You pulled out with a small pop, attention shifting to Rafe, who remained in his position.Â
A smirk leisurely tugged at his lips, eyes never leaving you as a hand came up to cover your mouth, disbelief visible on your face. Rafeâs teeth dug into his bottom lip, amused by how flustered you grew from besides him.Â
âIâ that was not intentionalââ you stammered, face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and the desire of wanting more, even if it was for a mere second. âOh, God. Iâm so sorry, Rafe.âÂ
âItâs okay,â he snickered, âWhy are you panicking?âÂ
âBecause,â you shot back, a frustrated sigh escaping your throat. âI didnât mean to do it, and I donât want to make things uncomfortable betweenââ
Before you could further speak, Rafe cut you off with a kiss as he captured your lips in between his. It was the answer to your worries, and while you were shocked, it did wash relief over you. His mouth moved against yours, the gesture subtle, barely even there, though you took notice of it, instantly returning the kiss.Â
You hummed into the kiss, taking his face in between your fingers as you brought his face even closer, feeling his nose brush over yours. He tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss as he captured your bottom lip in between his teeth.Â
Rafe nibbled on your lips, earning a muffled gasp out of you. The boy took the gesture as an opportunity, using it to explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue. You almost yelped as you felt his arms sneaking around your waist, tracing down to your sides as he tugged at the skin, nails digging into your skin.Â
At this point, your brain was mush, no words could describe how desperate you were to have his lips on you, growing drunk to the mere taste of him. You knew it, you were well aware of that fact; that when you got to taste him, youâd never be able to get enough.Â
And that was exactly your situation in the moment, tangled in Rafeâs hold as he kissed you numb, leaving you with nothing but despair, lust, the desire of wanting him, it consumed you as a whole.Â
With enough guidance, Rafe managed to plop you on his lap, slinging both of your thighs over his legs, to make you comfortable around him. You adjusted your position, freezing in your spot when Rafe groaned into your mouth, causing realization to wash over you.Â
You blushed, feeling your ass brush over his crotch area, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. You moved away for a moment, staring down at the boy as you now hovered over him, the angle driving you insane.Â
He looked so good, his eyes hazed up, barely able to keep them open as he parted his swollen lips with a breath. He squeezed your sides, chasing after your lips, in an attempt to capture them in between his.Â
âSorry.â You whispered, not sounding apologetic at all.Â
âMhm.â Rafe hummed, taking you in between his lips again, this time with more keen.Â
He was like a starving man, you have never seen him like this before. Sure, he was a flirt, he had his way around with women, but hell, had you known he was such a good kisser, you wouldâve made the discovery sooner.Â
His hand found the blade of your shoulder, trailing up the exposed flesh, until it reached the strap of your bra. He toyed with the material, dipping his fingers underneath, using the digits to slide it down your arm.Â
You moaned at the action, unable to suppress it any longer with the boyâs hand roaming around your body, exploring every curve he could lay his touch on. You couldnât believe, nor did you want it to end, you wanted it to last an eternity, even if it meant getting your heart broken.Â
Because, how could you resist him? How could you when heâs there, existing and looking so attractive while doing it?
Your face heated, feeling blush crawl past your neck, right to your face as you felt something harden beneath you. You pulled away for a second, lips ghosting over his, as your forehead collided, the sensation of his hot breath fanning over your flesh sent tingles through your body.Â
Rafe littered open-mouthed kisses to your lips, the sound of your mouth colliding with a pop the only thing heard over the silence seeping through the air. His hands squeeze around your hips, you were sure his hold bruised your sides.Â
And that thought, it drove you crazy, knowing he was marking his territory, not afraid to show people that something went down between you, though, you knew he was against it. Come on, this was the Rafe Cameron, it should be obvious this was a mere fling, but for now, you chose to ignore it, look past that and enjoy the pleasure heâs spiraling through your body.Â
He littered kisses down your jaw, trailing all the way to your throat, until he was nuzzled in the crook of your neck. You gasped, accidentally grinding down when Rafeâs teeth grazed over your flesh, followed with a nibble afterwards.Â
Your hands found his hair, fingernails brushing his buzzed hair, the sensation causing the boy to groan. You almost chuckled at his reaction, but chose to hold it down, knowing how whiny Rafe gets whenever you tease him.Â
âFuck, baby.â He muffled a whimper out, retrieving his head from the crook of your neck. âYouâre so pretty, jusâ wanna cherish you forever.â
You came to a halt, the hushed words catching you off guard. You fluttered your eyes down at him, parting your lips to speak, merely to be interrupted by the kiss that followed. You almost yelped, quickly relaxing into it after a moment.Â
It was a mere peck, with the boy lingering for a moment to taste you on his lips, merely to indicate that he wanted this, just as much as you did. You felt him smile against your lips, the gesture causing you to grow embarrassed.Â
Your eyes widened, when you suddenly heard Jackie whine, implying that the little girl had woken up. You pressed your hands to Rafeâs chest, applying enough pressure to push the latter away as he chased after your lips.Â
Your fingers came into view, hovering them over his lips to stop him from further moving. Your attention shifted to Jackie, causing Rafe to follow your gaze as you caught sight of the little girl shuffling around in her crib, showcasing that something was making her uncomfortable.Â
Right, you were babysitting.Â
You instantly shuffled off Rafeâs lap, making your way toward the little girl, whose eyes shifted to you once you approached her. Rafe on the other hand, cleared his throat, attempting (and failing) to get a hold of himself. He fixed his position, gaze burning through you as you tried to find Jackie's source of discomfort.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. âAre you hungry? You want me to feed you?â
âListen,â Rafe started, immediately interrupted by you perking up to grab Jackieâs bottle from beside him.Â
âLet me feed Jackie first.â You replied before he could further talk, flashing him a quick smile before heading towards the kitchen.Â
What the fuck was that? Did you just kiss Rafe cameron? With his niece around, at that?Â
You were supposed to be taking care of her, yet, there you were, making out with her attractive uncle while she was asleep. Your face flushed with embarrassment, not capable of facing Rafe, hoping heâd disappear while you make Jackieâs bottle.
You regret it, because you know he will. Heâll look past it, act like nothing happened, and pretend it was all for show, just like he usually does, with every other girl. How were you any different? And why would he be genuine?
It never made sense, no matter how much he fed into your delusions, you chose to stay sane about it, considering reality before you fell head over heels. Youâve had this attraction towards him ever since you befriended Sarah, and it continued off from there, growing within every moment you spent with the boy.
In your head, this was definitely unrequited, nothing more than a mistake that you both will regret for obvious reasons, therefore, when you headed back, you wwe definitely not expecting to see Rafe, who busied himself with Jackie, distracting her until you were back.Â
Your breath hitched at the sight, heart melting into pieces as you further approached the pair, earning Rafeâs attention as he glanced over his shoulder. He sat upright, giving you enough space to come through and give Jackie her bottle.Â
âThere you go, sweetheart.â He hummed, staring at Jackie as she sipped on her bottle. âYou're hungry, huh? Is that why you interrupted us?âÂ
âRafe!â You almost broke your neck with how swiftly you turned your head in the boyâs direction, the remark catching you off guard.Â
âWhat?â He started, avoiding your gaze for a moment before trailing his eyes back to you. âWere we not having a moment?âÂ
âIâ wellâŚâ You trailed off, stammering over your words.Â
âWhat?â He questioned, âYou regret it?â
âDo you?â You shot back, anxiousness visible through your tone.Â
âWhy would I kiss you if I was going to regret it?â He snorted, staring at you with disbelief. âCâmon, I donât jusâ kiss anyone.âÂ
âWell,â you cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes with suspicion. âThatâs notâŚâÂ
âOkay, shut up.â He rolled his eyes, giggling at your response. âThat was in the past, Iâm a changed man.âÂ
âChanged man, huh?â You chuckled along, unable to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.Â
âOkay, enough.â He clicked his teeth, lightly shoving your shoulder.Â
âWhat?!â You defensively shot back, âI didnât say anything.âÂ
âRight,â he nodded his head, inching closer towards you. âDo you really not get it?âÂ
âHmm?â You hummed, suddenly growing flustered by how close he has gotten.Â
Instead of answering, Rafe leaned in for another kiss, one soft enough, it spoke volumes on his behalf. It was unlike the first one you shared, this one was tender, so full of endearment, it overwhelmed you whole.Â
He withdrew from the touch, a sheepish smile instantly spreading across his lips. His breath fanned over your face, now mere inches away from you, the gesture invading your personal space.Â
âDoes this answer your question?â He whispered, lips ghosting over yours.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You stumbled over your words, lightly shoving the boy, who admired you with amusement. âYou should leave, Jackie keeps wakinâ up âcause youâre distracting her.â
âHey, how is it my fault?â Rafe muttered, lips jutting into a pout. âNot my fault her babysitter is beautiful, I canât keep my hands to myself when sheâs around.âÂ
âRafe.â You whisper-yelled, growing flustered by the statement.Â
It was surreal, Rafe, liking you? Perhaps, more than you did? You couldnât believe it.Â
âWhat?!â He chuckled, pecking you once more before moving away. âSheâs deep asleep, look at her.â
âStill,â you huffed, nervously biting your lip. âItâs not appropriate.â
âSheâs barely six months, darling, relax.â He exclaimed, sneaking a hand over to your waist, letting it settle around your hip. âIâm sure she doesnât mind setting us up, besides, weâre not doing anythinâ weird.â
âOh yeah?â You questioned, scoffing at the remark. âShoving your tongue down my throat is not weird at all?âÂ
âItâs human nature.â He reasoned, nodding his head.Â
You slapped his shoulder, earning a hiss in return as he faked a pained expression. You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips, too endeared by how cute he was acting.Â
Maybe going with the flow is not so bad, after all.Â
âYou should head out, itâs getting late.â You mumbled, using the darkness as an excuse to get rid of him.
You donât think youâll be able to hold back if heâs around, especially not now, with how tempting he was being.Â
âThere you go,â he huffed, shooting up from his seat. âKickinâ me out again.â
You giggled at his response, following behind as he made his way towards the door. He unlocked the doorknob, turning to face you before he could exit.Â
âIâll leave then, let me know if you need anything in particular.â He muttered, eyes flickering to your lips. âAlso, lock the door, and wait until Sarah and John be get back, donât open it unless you know who it is, okay?âÂ
âRelax, youâre acting as if Iâm about to get kidnapped.â You crossed your arms, leaning against the door as your gaze shifted up to meet Rafeâs, who was now towering over you. âBesides, Sarah and John B aren't coming back tonight, Iâm babysitting overnight.â
âOh?â Rafe stood upright, a smirk replacing his worried expression from earlier. âI wasnât aware of that.âÂ
âWell, now you are.â You slightly shoved his torso, feeling his broad chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. âLeave, I know youâll jusâ keep delaying your stay until itâs too late.â
âMaybe I could stay a bit longer,â He started, voice dropping into a whisper as he took a step forward, causing you to take one back. âYou know, keep you company while theyâre away.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs necessary.â You beamed, hand finding his chest once again as you fisted his shirt with your fingers, the gesture earning a sly grin out of the latter.Â
âIt wouldnât hurt.â He pressed you against the wall, stealing an open-mouthed kiss from your lips. âBesides, I get to protect you, and we could take turns looking out for Jackie.âÂ
âYou know thatâs not why youâre staying.â You muttered, barely able to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.Â
âMhm, youâre right.â Hr replied.Â
And with that, the boy ceased the distance as he collided your lips in a chaste kiss, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he carried you to the guest bedroom.Â
Therefore, you didnât mind babysitting, especially when Rafe Cameron was keeping you company.Â
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it always ends up the same. no matter what the conversation is, no matter how it began or where; it always ends up with the same conclusion. why donât you have a boyfriend, yet?
as always, you groan while tilting your face to the ceiling. like a tradition, it is like you are begging a superior being to end your misery now and just take you before they all start to recall all your failed dates and talking stage over the past few months. it is not like they are that many, anyway.
you can try to tell each one of the people surrounding you that you are not interested in a relationship, that you think boys are fun to mess with but truly useless and that you are fine on your ownâ they never listen.
you successfully disappear amongst the crowd of diverse book, movie and game charactersâ and even ⌠fruits? â costumes to get a drink. suddenly feeling very thirsty.Â
no one notices you, too hang on debating on your love life when you are not even there to begin with.
pouring something into your glass, you feel someone standing a bit too close to you.Â
âhey,â a voice greets you loudly. making your heart jump all the way to your stomach.Â
you almost giggle as you turn around; a tall, grown man in a bright red hoodie, the same color as his joggings and a strawberry sort of hat wrapped around his head.Â
his voice is way too deep to go with his costume. Â
a smile tugs your lips, âhi.â
he smiles back. this time with a much much softer, he tells you back, âhi,â he eyes lingers on your face. âyou come here often?â
you actually giggle at that, with your face falling towards the ground, with his face following yours, with his gaze never leaving you as he smirks.Â
you cross one arm under your chest and plant your free armâs elbow in your wrist, holding your drink close to your mouth, âplease, donât tell me that line has ever worked for you,â he chuckles at that, âi wouldnât stand it.âÂ
the strawberry head shrugs, âtried and tested true for a reason,â then he leans his shoulder against the wall next to you.Â
âwhatâs your name, bambi?â he asks you, biting down his lip as he smiles.Â
the nickname comes from your doe makeup and the little tail on your skirt. looks like you are not the only one who makes nicknames.Â
you respond while turning to face him, âwhat is yours?âÂ
âheeseung,â you admit it, âstrawberry headâ will be missed but you like this one better.Â
âitâs cute,â you nod and he laughs.Â
âand yours isnât?â he immediately says back. he rolls your name on his tongue, dear god . âit suits you well, i like it.â
you huff humoredly, âi will tell my parents you are a fan,â you donât forget to emphasis on his name and hold your drink up, âheeseung.âÂ
âi hope i will be able to tell them myself one day,â he teases when you drink, making your choke.Â
well, that was quite riskyâ although, still very smooth, you will give him that.Â
your eyes wide and your mouth falls open is a surprised smile. your face must be funny because heeseung lets out a genuine laugh, that goes beyond the sound of the loud music.Â
âtake me to dinner first!â you tell him, while watching his body vibrate because of his laughter.Â
the tall man gets serious pretty quickly after the words leave your mouth, he looks at you like he had you exactly where he wanted.Â
âwell,â he starts and his smirk is back again. âwhat about tonight?â
you can only blink at him for a moment. as if it was written on it; you scan his entire face in a hope of an answer. oh.Â
âdiner?â you ask, he hums. âtonight?â he hums again and your knees weaken a bit. âbut we barely know each other!â
âwe can get to!â his smile is more than evident in his voice, on his pink lips. âover diner!âÂ
he got you pressing your lips together and fighting back a smile like a highschool girl. the debate doesnât take very long in your head, you just need to bite your inner cheek to get yourself to say it.Â
strawberry headâs face is full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder who looks the most idiotic between the two of you.Â
you sigh, then giggle, âfine, you convinced me.âÂ
the guy smiles. and after you successfully say goodbye to your friends while avoiding all their questions, everything gets wrapped pretty well.Â
soon you stand a few meters away from heeseungâs means of transport.
âyou have a bike,â you sound half impressed, half incredulous.Â
heeseung, with his strawberry costume, has the audacity to look at you with an utterly shocked and offended expression splashed on his face. he even puts his hand on his heart.Â
âam i not cool enough to have one?â he asks as he leans on his motorcycle.Â
you take one step closer to him, letting your fingertips run through the leather seat. it is cool, very much so. him, despise his bright red ensemble, too.Â
you chuckle, âit just doesnât match your costume,â you confess and he chuckles. âyou are like my very own james dean,â you turn your gaze back to him, âvery cool to me.â
his look softens, his hand offered to you and helping you when you get on the passenger sit. he speaks again :Â
âi promise to take care of you.â he whispers before letting your hand go gently. âi know a good restaurant a couple of blocks away.â you want to ask him if he doesnât feel a bit ridiculous wearing this. âare you comfortable?
you thank your past self for choosing a black short instead of a skirt to wear with your black top and boots, âyeah,â you nod. âthank you.â
the wind runs through his hair when he takes off his strawberry head. it takes your breath away instantly. he was already beautiful before but now, this is something beyond and different.Â
of course, his hair is pink.
âwouldnât like to see it flying, would we?â he jokes and you only blink, eyes following him as he gets behind the bike and puts the strawberry in the box. he takes a helmet and comes back to you.Â
he gets on the bike, so close to you when he turns around.Â
your world completely collapse when he puts the helmet on your head for you, âi only got one,â he speaks, eyes focused on his fingers adjusting the helmet. âdidnât know a pretty girl like you would let me carry her around, you know?âÂ
thankfully, the tinted visor can hide your blushing face. and your stupid smile. halasâ it canât hide your giggles.
âi saw it in a dream of mine,â you respond when he turns around. you embrace his waist, âi knew the trajectory of you life would be changed tonight.âÂ
heeseung laughs again.
as he starts the engine you whisper in his ear, âis it the part where you tell me to hold on tight?âÂ
âi think you are doing that already, doll,â he taps your hand.Â
and man, what a ride it was.
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making the bed â s. reid x reader
in which your night crumbles around you, and spencer is happy to pick up the pieces.Â
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: hurt/comfort tags: established relationship. (prior) alcohol consumption. reader is semi-drunk (but sobers up). post drinking depression. healthy alcohol information/discussion 𫡠word count: 2.1k a/n: do not read too much into this for you will begin to question why i still enjoy going clubbing. (joke...) đ plsss tell me if u liked this or even if u didnt thank u i love uuuuuu
Alcohol is a depressant.Â
You remembered the God awful lecture your boyfriend had given you when you woke up one Sunday morning with this feeling of existential dread, and nothing to pin it to. A ramble about how alcohol can temporarily increase the body's production of dopamine and serotonin when entering, causing a worse crash of both chemicals when it leaves. Leaving you, evidently, depressed and anxious after a big night.Â
You knew that.Â
You also knew how quick you were to seclude within your mind when you were with people. Too many drinks and not enough social interaction tended to lead to your own isolation, sitting on the outer edge of the booth, absentmindedly playing with the charm on the end of your phone.Â
The room no longer spun the way it had an hour ago. You missed when it spun. When it spun, you weren't thinking about how little you had to contribute to the conversations your friends were having. You weren't tallying up how many drinks you had already drank, then falling flat when you realised you couldn't remember, and that was a thought more horrifying than knowing it was over ten. You were fun, when the room was a carousel.Â
Now, it's simply overwhelming. Loud chattering from both your table, and the surrounding ones. Clinking of glasses at the bar. A sports game on the television across the room. Balls on a pool table being dispersed for the first time in a game. Dancing feet. Music. People. So many fucking people.
Your phone buzzes against the table, and you pick it up before any of your friends could turn their heads to see where the vibrations were coming from. You figured they were too drunk to conclude it was you, anyways. Or to care.Â
Spencer had texted you fifteen minutes ago to check in on you, and though it wasn't long ago, you not responding immediately in a flurry of half strung together sentences and emojis was worrying for him. That was probably why his name was now lighting up your screen, a funny photo of him mid-bite of an ice cream as his contact photo, enlarged.Â
You hadn't responded for no reason other than the fact that you had no will to. Which should've been a big enough red flag to yourself that you should text him, and you should ask if he can pick you up. Thankfully, he loved to prove how well he could read you, and he was calling you anyways.Â
"Hi," you mumble into the phone, angling your body away from your friends, hand held up to your other ear to block out some of the noise the best you could.Â
"Hi," he parrots back to you. "You okay?"
An automatic yes manifests on your tongue, but you're quick enough to keep it to yourself before you can lie to him. Instead, you let out a quiet, "No."
He seems to have expected that answer, for he leaves no silence in between your admission and his response. "What can I do to help?" He also seems to be expecting your hesitance at asking him for anything that would require him to move, because he adds, "I can pick you up. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"Yes. Please?"
"I'm already leaving," he tells you, and you can hear his shoes against the wooden floor of his apartment to confirm that. "Did something happen? Are you safe?"
"No, nothing happened. I'm safe," you reassure him. "I started feeling sick so I stopped drinking an hour ago. Now I'm just sad."
"You remember what I told you about it being a depressant?"
"Vividly," you mutter, and while it isn't meant to be funny, you hear him huff a short laugh anyways. It makes you feel a little better.Â
"It's important to know," he defends. "I'm sorry I shared important information with you."
"Mm."
Your lack of a verbal response was expected, but he still hated the sound of it regardless. You heard him sigh. "I have to hang up now. I'll be there in forty minutes. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you too."
No matter how much time had passed, your head lifted every time the door â that your group was so conveniently close to â opened, letting in a rush of cool air and sobering you up with every hit of it.Â
True to his word, Spencer was entering the bar after forty minutes, face scrunching up at the sudden onslaught of noises and visual stimuli. Same boat as you, only he had not a drop of alcohol in his body. At least you weren't crazy about it being overstimulating.Â
"This is why I don't go to bars," he says once he's approached your booth, and you had stood up next to you, his hand finding an automatic place on your waist.Â
"It's usually not this bad," you tell him, but he decides not to ask you anything else upon hearing just how exhausted your voice sounds. You're grateful for that.
The goodbye to your friends is quick, Spencer rattling off a lie about him needing you home for he had work early the next morning, and you only had one key to the apartment. Even the friends who knew that wasn't the case didn't comment on it, and you made a pointless mental note to thank them for it later. You knew you wouldn't.Â
The drive home was even faster. Silence, aside from the rush of the wind from your slightly cracked window as Spencer drove, that helped the sick feeling in your stomach from the alcohol you had consumed.Â
It didn't seem to help the hollowness of your chest, though.
You weren't sure if anything would, really. A chemical imbalance in your brain â even one as temporary as the deflation from being drunk â was hard to fix without medication. It would go away, yes. But then you would make the mistake of drinking once more, and you would find yourself back in this brain peeling predicament.Â
You showered alone. Despite Spencer's offer to join you, and your own personal desire for him to be there with you. It didn't help your fogged mind at all, and you were exiting the bathroom feeling like you had retreated further into your bones. Every movement felt clunky, your skin a heavy coat to your skeleton, restricting your movement down to short shuffles and barely lifted arm movements.Â
He was reading when you reentered your bedroom, and you've never seen him put a book and his glasses back on his bedside table faster. He looked visibly tired. Keeping himself awake a seemingly difficult struggle, that you could feel your body heading towards to as well.Â
"Hey," he says as you climb into the bed, and he's very patient as you figure out what position you want your bodies in. Head on his chest, but next to him, you had decided on, and his fingers entangled into your hair.
"Hi," you mumble, staring up at the ceiling, counting brush strokes of the paint, as if it were possible to.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
You huff at the phrase, tilting your head upwards so your eyes could land on him. "Do you have a penny?"
He pauses, then angles his head closer towards yours. "Okay, kiss for your thoughts?"
"That'll just distract me."
"Is that what you want?"
You should say no. Arguably the last thing you should be doing when you're sad is let intimacy with your boyfriend distract you. But then again, you're not the best advocate for healthy coping mechanisms anyways.Â
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" he muses, and his lips brush against yours. Your heart flutters.Â
"I don't really know what I want," you settle on telling him, honestly. "I want my brain to shut up."
His body deflates beneath you, and you feel guilt chip away up your spine at the killing of the less depressing atmosphere.Â
"Sorry," you mumble.
"No. It's good. Be honest with me," he reassures you, quietly. His fingers tap at your scalp, "What's going on up here?"
"I'll cry if I try to verbalise it."
"Crying's good for you, you know," he hums.
"I'm pretty sure I still have eyeliner in my waterline. I'll just stain your sheets," you retort.Â
"Yeah, probably. That's fine."
You're silent for a few moments, gathering your thoughts in your brain the best you could despite yourself, before you sit up, his hand dropping to the bed beside you.
"I just don't like being... here? Out? I don't know. I'm just really sick of being sad every time I drink. Is there something wrong with me? Did you get sad whenever you drank? Everyone else I know loves going out for drinks because they have fun and they're giggly drunks, or they're clingy drunks. And if I drink too much then I'm a fucking sad drunk, and I'm the only person I know that gets that way. I want to be normal."
He's silent your entire rant, and then some, waiting for your heaving chest to slow, having caught the few tears that slipped down your cheeks. You were grateful â you needed that time.
He reaches a hand out, and you let him tug you back down to the bed, slotting your body atop his own, just so he could see you properly.Â
"To answer your question, no, I didn't get sad when I drank," he says, brushing your hair out of your face, before his hands rest on either side of your face. "But I wasn't really happy, either. I just talked more."
"You already talk a lot."
His lips twitch. "I do. Double whatever you think my worst is, and that was me drunk. Focus on the part where I said I wasn't a happy drunk, please."
"But you weren't sad. So there is something wrong with me."
"No, there's not. Alcohol is a depressant," he punctuates his words with a kiss to your nose, which you gratefully accept despite your emotions. "Are you willing to give up alcohol as a whole?"Â
"My friends will think I'm boring, then."
He hesitates in his response, but ultimately settles on asking, "Do you think I'm boring because I don't drink?"
"No. Obviously not. And you have a real reason for not drinking, soâ"
"âand being sad isn't a real reason to not drink?"
Taken aback by his sudden sternness, you go quiet, breath hitching within your throat. He was right, ultimately. No reason is reason enough. You knew that.Â
Sensing your discomfort at his tone, he expels a breath of air and lowers his hands down to your hips. His voice drops to something a little less harsh, as he murmurs, "You are allowed to not want to drink alcohol if you don't like the way it makes you feel. If your friends think you're boring for that, then they're not worth it."
You silently nod your head, beginning to curse your emotional regulators. For while you had kept your tears at bay for the vast majority of this conversation, it seemed all it took was the gentle rubbing of circles onto your hip bones, and a fact checked piece of life advice from your boyfriend to make you cry.Â
"Sorry," you sniffle, dropping your head to the crook of his neck to hide your newly tear stricken face.Â
"Crying's good for you," he repeats his earlier words, and feels you nod your head. "You don't have to decide tonight. I'd encourage you not to, actually. You're technically still intoxicated."
"I'm sober," you protest, weakly.Â
"Okay, honey." He's only agreeing with you to wane any further argument. "I don't think your friends will think you're boring, though, if that's any help."
"I don't think they will either."
He nods his head, and you're relaxing against him a little more.Â
"Are you just trying to not be the only loser who doesn't drink?" you mumble, voice muffled by his skin.
"You've caught me."
He relishes in the laugh that leaves your lips, and he places the gentlest of kisses on the side of your head, which prompts you to lift it to look at him again.Â
"You're not a loser for not drinking," you say, and his lips pull into a smile.Â
He leans his head up, brushing his lips against yours, despite the mix of mint toothpaste and alcohol on your tongue. "I know. You wouldn't be either."
"I know."
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lust is a loaded hand gun
max verstappen
cw: smut/pwp, ferrari!reader, baby fever, seduction, cowgirl position, alcohol/drinking, breeding, the reader wants to have a baby and chooses to have it with max, max is not aware
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part 2: love is a kick to the stomach
this sounded stupid. but you wanted a baby. and while that was an easy task for most women, you knew that there was something impersonal about picking from a catalogue. reading profiles felt weird, like you were looking for a used car rather than the biological other half of your child. even if you'd raise them without a father, you'd rather have a night of passion than an awkward doctor's visit.
charles leaned back in his seat and asked, "why don't you and i just make one." he shrugged his shoulders. he considered himself close to you. you had been teammates for a little over two seasons and prior to that you knew each other. he didn't mind being the one to help you bring a child into the world, "i can be his uncle and he'd never know."
but, as close as you were to your teammate. you had other drivers in mind.
you made a face, "no offense, charles. but it would feel like doing it with my brother." being teammates meant you two knew too much about one another. you worked well as teammates and rivals because you were more like siblings. while you appreciated the offer, you felt it was weird.
charles asked, relaxed in his seat, "why are you doing this anyway? isn't there a million ways for you to have a child."
you shrugged, "i want to be a mom, i don't know. leave my seat behind to another woman and let her make all the history. i'm honestly tired. i've reached the peak and now." you sighed, "i want something else. i've got enough money to retire and let my future child retire before they're born." you crossed your arms, "i don't want to be doing this shit until i'm forty and just degrade in the skills department. end on a high note." while it was not an insult to other driver's on the grid. you felt bad that they never got to really be parents due to the schedules.
"so you need to seduce a driver to make that happen."
you nodded, out of the corner of your eye you spotted the driver you had your eye on. while you eyed the man crossing your path, your voice got softer, "and i think i know just the driver."
charles looked over to the direction you were looking at. he noticed who was walking by and he looked back to you, shoulders dropped, "max. you're going to seduce and have a child with max?"
you looked back to charles and shrugged, "why not? what's not to like?" max wasn't a perfect man, sometimes you wondered about the mechanics of his brain. but, you knew your child with him would lay waste to the track in the future.
"i can name a few. do you want them alphabetically or severity of it?" charles asked.
you gave him a look, "it wouldn't be hard to get him to sleep with me. you, me and the rest of the garage has seen how he looks at me. i mean who else do i have to choose from? either they're too old, they're rookies, or they have girlfriends. and i'm not getting a heel in the eye because i'm trying to have a baby."
charles rubbed the bridge of his nose, "i think you just like him."
you tensed up for a moment, "no. this is all just simple. scheming... nothing more. i don't expect to trap him with a child. he is free to live his life after i'm done with him."
charles found it hard to believe. not on your end, but max's. he had heard at sickeningly lengths about how max felt for you. it was probably the most eloquent the driver had ever been. if you got pregnant by him, he'd be getting a ring the next day. he sighed once more, "then have fun with the wold champion. i'd say to be safe, but i think being unsafe is the whole point of this."
you gave the once over of max in the near distance and smiled, "don't worry charles, you'll get all the details in the morning." which earned a groan from your teammate.
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it started over a bottle of wine and ended in the motor home of red bull. you and max had gotten frisky over the evening. you wondered if anyone was selling the photos of you two in the back of the restaurant to tmz or some other trashy outlet. you had shared two bottles of wine over dinner. the benefit of being as wealthy as you were, you could throw the cash onto the table and giggle as you stumble out of your place.
you knew someone had a photo of max kissing you at the table to 'taste' the sauce that came with your meal. as if he couldn't take some from the plate.
but back in the motor home, you had dropped your purse by the door. in the dark of the place, you two were starting to get undressed. heels kicked to the wall, your bracelets set on the coffee table. your dress was on the floor by the bed, your bra over the lamp by the bed and your panties on the bed.
"i'm on top." you said as you kissed max's lips. he tasted like wine and fine dining. he tasted and smelled expensive. in all fairness he could be worth more than a micro nation. he was not an easy man to buy, but the currency of sex was in high demand. max wanted you, and you knew that because he got on his back without much argument.
you were both naked on the bed. the faint lights gleamed through the large windows as you rubbed up against max with no other lighting. you could see his face against the shadows of the night. his blue eyes were like gems and they pulled you in. whoever he ended up with would be very lucky.
but tonight you needed him. he was an important piece in your plan. you rubbed against him and with a little help, you sank down onto his cock. while cowgirl wasn't the best position to try and get pregnant, but it ensured that your plan would work. any position is a working one.
"you're beautiful."
"i know." you said as you rubbed yourself against him. you braced your hands on his strong chest. he was a handsome man, he was good at what he did and he was a winner. you knew anyone would be lucky to have him, but tonight was the perfect partner. you knew a child with him would be perfect.
you continued to rub up against him. the roll of your hips were methodical. this wasn't the first time you slept with a man. you moaned when max groped your breasts, massaged the flesh between those bear paws he called hands. soon you sank on his cock and shuddered, feeling the heat raise in your belly.
this was a mission, no time to get attached. you were both tipsy from the alcohol and the driver under you were more handsy than ever. you try not to feel the emotions that came with it. the feeling of being attached to someone you were having sex with. you batted charles' assumptions about your feelings for max out of your mind as you rode the dutch driver.
you were determined to get pregnant tonight. you measured it all down to a t, all you needed was for max not to get whiskey dick. you curved your back to get closer to him, your lips met his as you moved up and down. his cock was snug in your, but it went in almost perfect. the blunt head hit against the furthest parts of you. your heart hammered in your chest as you moved your hips.
you pushed hair out of your face before your braced your hands on his chest once more. he was very toned, you almost wanted to joke about what happened to his slightly kinder chocolate addiction. but that was neither here nor there.
"you feel so good." he grunted, "why haven't we done this before? fuck." he panted, he could feel the heat in his cheeks as you rode him. he had been with others before but being under you was a pleasure no money could buy. you were really good at it, knowing exactly how to make him feel good.
"good things take time." you panted, part of you wondered what would happen if you covered his mouth. you didn't need the dirty talk, this was a mission. if you wanted a casual friends with benefits, you'd try something online or another in the paddock. fucking max was a certainly that you'd get pregnant. it didn't have to be intimate or soft. it was a means to an end, and you'd get there no matter what.
the sounds of your fucking filled the room as you continued to move against him. you raked your nails down his chest, catching his nipples which made him moan. he was cute on his back, letting you take over. you wondered how deep his affection for you went.
you didn't want the emotional baggage of it all. tonight you were both drunk and having sex in the motor homes. it would be a one night stand before you two finished out the season. you could feel the heat across your back as you stared at him.
his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open as he panted heavily. there was heat in his face and you felt something tug in your chest. he was beautiful, you hated to admit it. but max verstappen was a pretty boy.
he was already blissed out, his noises forced you by the movement of your hips. you licked your lips and without thinking, you left a mark on his collarbone. it was stupid, but it excited your further.
you continued to move against him. your breasts bounced with each move of your hips. you felt moans in the back of your throat and a hum in your soul. pleasure was close and it wasn't long before you really worked yourself onto his cock and finished.
the tightness around his cock made max's back arch a little bit. he could feel the heat in the back of his head. his heart pounded as he watched you continue to ride his cock. he panted heavily and soon climaxed as well. you made sure to get everything you could out. you kissed him once more before you stopped. when you pulled away you got off of his waist and laid down on the bed.
"wow." he said out of breath.
you didn't want to talk. instead you turned your head to kiss him on the lips to keep him quiet. there was no time for mushy romantic bedroom talk. you needed him to fall asleep before you could leave.
you tried to count down the seconds, placing kisses across his heated face. you reminded yourself that there would be some lucky enough to keep him for life.
when you pulled away from his lips after one last kiss, he curled up beside you and right then fell asleep. you stayed awake, when the heat cooled in your body. you hoped your mission was a success. the lust and the alcohol still made its rounds in your body. but you were lucid enough to find your clothes in the dark and slip out of the motor home before morning.
you'd never bring up the event to max, only briefly mentioning it to charles. you'd drive harder after that, in the end you'd secure a world championship. as you kissed the trophy and your country's national anthem played, you were already pregnant with your child.
-
your retirement was a shock to max. you could've easily decorated your home with many trophies over the next few years. but at the end of the 2024 season, you bowed out. you thanked fans and told them that it was a new chapter in your life. and then like that you fell off the face of the earth over the off-season.
max tried to find ways to contact you. where did you go? what happened? why leave at the height of it all? the more he thought about it, the more questions were raised in his head. he asked around the paddock, even going as far as to ask charles where you went. the other drive shrugged and told him that you moved back to your home country with a "little extra luggage". there were no social media posts. nothing. it nagged in the back of his brain for what felt like a lifetime. what happened to ferrari's princess?
it wasn't until almost three years later, max had claimed another world championship. it felt like these days he was riding high. he was still the best. but as he walked into the paddock to train for the upcoming season, he stopped in his tracks. he felt like he was splashed with cold water.
there you were, three years older with a glow to you. you were laughing with charles and lewis, you looked different but in a good way. you were in overalls and a ferrari shirt underneath. you were more curvy than you were when you were driving. and while you were still beautiful like the sun, pulling max in. what made his stomach drop was who was in your arms.
a young boy, with big curious eyes and round cheeks. he held onto you tightly, his small fists in the fabric of your shirt. he seemed curious about the track, but not scared of how big it all felt. while max would've assumed that you got married and had a child as a lot of people did. but that's not what had happened.
max knew right away at the first glance of your son. looking at him was like looking at max's childhood photos. even in features that matched your own, your son carried a lot of max in him. the itch in his brain after you fell off the earth all those years ago came back, this was where you went. the boy looked like him and if he was right about the boy's age then dates lined up. there was no question. max verstappen was your son's father. and when you noticed him staring. you simply smiled and gave him a wink, shifting the boy in your arms and pointing at the me. when your son smiled, max felt something in his gut. looking at you, holding your (his) son, made max feel like he was home. and all those feelings he had been carrying poured back into his head and heart. the same emotions that allowed you to bed him. <3
sequel: love is a kick to the stomach
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Well darn. This wasnât how his day was supposed to go. Of course, when Sivana decided to try and make his way out of Fawcett to who knows were, Marvel had called in some of the League members. And of course Sivana screwed up the magic and technology mix he was operating. When doesnât he?
So, here he was, fighting along side his crew as they try to take down the giant robot.Â
âHey Sivvy! You know, itâs a-bot time you try something other than giant robots!â He joked as he caught the fist soaring at him.Â
A lucky shot from Batman hit part of the exposed wires on the arm he was holding, and Marvel dropped it down. Green and Gold electricity arced around the open wires, and began crawling around the machine.
âIâll beat you, Iâll beat you all!â Sivana screeched. Honestly though, he does this every month, Marvel has got to find a better way at keeping his rouges from getting supplies.Â
The robot lunged at Superman and charged up a green light from itâs blasters.Â
âSuperman look out!âÂ
Marvel lunged to push him out of the way of the magic blast. He had hoped that with the speed of Mercury heâd make it out unharmed too, but it seemed like luck was not on his side.Â
The magic blast clipped his shoulder, and ripped through the demigod like his own lightning.Â
It burned. It felt like his muscles were cramping and crushing under the weight of the sky. And then everything went loose, like he had been released from that extra small box.Â
He groaned, but his voice came out much higher than it normally would. Marvel shot up. He hadnât been de-transformed had he? No, he wasnât in any pain from when he fell out of the sky.
Are we small again?
It would appear as though the machine that Sivana made has regressed your champion form to a younger age. Solomon was of course the first to speak up, at least speak up with something helpful, as Billy no, Marvel, stared back at their hands.Â
I created this form to suit you Batson, this regressed form is still a prime condition of what you may be, despite itâs⌠eccentricities.Â
Oh us! You have sandal wings! I never knew you thought those were cool!Â
The gods in Marvels head were all delving into different appearances and whom he may have gotten them from.Â
No, obviously he got the lighting from me Mercury, I donât care if your flashes have lightning, itâs my whole deal.
Looking back at the fight, which had yet to sway either way, it had only been a minute or two since he dropped from the sky.Â
Pft, guys how funny would it be if Billy pretended not to know Sivana AND, kicked his ass as a child?
Marvel knew it wasnât the best, but, all the gods started trying to egg him on.
Come on, Iâll give you 15 minutes of speed in your Batson form~.
I will grant you super strength to fight back the bullies who harass you!
Billy was sold on the idea of just causing chaos, he adored seeing the mayhem he could cause. But the gods offers were also too tempting to resist, and he was down for gaining powers in his Batson form if it means sowing a bit of chaos around.
Granted, Batman or Superman might not appreciate it, but itâll all be good in the end, heâs sure. Like, 80% sure.
Getting up and dusting himself off, Marvel looked up at Sivana.Â
âΠΎγιΚνξ ÎąĎĎ Î´Ď ĎĎÎľÎťĎ ÎźÎąÎ˝ÎšÎąÎşĎ!â (Get out of here you crazy maniac!)
He saw the glances that were sent his way by his team mates. Er. Ahem, the âstrangely dressed peopleâ. He was a little sad that Diana or the Green Lanterns werenât here to translate, but they would get there eventually.
He was so giddy to realize that when he flew, his little wings on the side of his ankles flapped like they were keeping him in the air. But he didnât have time to get distracted, he had a maniac to deal with.Â
One sonic boom later and Marvels foot was connecting with one of the joints of the large robot. He was going to have fun fighting.
A little snicker came out at Sivanaâs face looking out at him through the glass of the head. He could always go straight for the headshot, but where would the fun be in that?
However, the fun was made to come to an end. Before he could even get to Sivana no less! Superman had stepped in and gotten a little to close for comfort for Billy.Â
Billy hissed. Honest to the Gods hissed! He was secretly delighted. He always adored animal behaviors, and to be able to communicate without words was awesome.Â
âÎΏνĎÎľ ĎÎŻĎĎ!â (Back off!)
âHey kiddo, why donât we head out someplace safer?â He said, kneeling down to be at eye level with Marvelâs new form.Â
âĎÎżÎšÎżĎ ÎľÎŻĎιΚ ÎľĎĎ? ΞÎÎ˝ÎżĎ ÎşÎŻÎ˝Î´Ď
νοĎ!â (Who are you? Stranger Danger!) He drew himself up and puffed himself as big as he could, like a big cat almost. Superman didnât get the warning, and still reached out and grabbed Marvelâs arm.Â
Billy didnât even get to think before he bit Superman in his arm. His Marvel form was mostly comprised of magic, so he made a pretty good mark on Supes arm.Â
âHey! Not cool kiddo, we gotta get you out of here.â
Billy huffed. He was not amused, and there was no fun in listening to Superman. He could still take on Sivana!
Or he would, if Sivana was still fighting. Someone had pulled him out of his robot and whisked him away.Â
While Billy was distracted Superman gathered him up and pulled him into the air.Â
âWeâre heading back to the watchtower now. Cyborg, can you go get Zatanna or Wonder Woman?â
He canât leave! Heâd have to get back to the Rock in order to find out how to fix this. If he vanishes from the watchtower Batman will be livid!
Thrashing about and wiggling, Billy struggled in Supermans hold.Â
âWoah, kid you gotta hold still!â
âÎĎÎľ Οξ νι ĎĎÎłĎ!â (Let me go!)
Superman was determined not to let go of Marvel, but being a street kid had its perks. You knew how to wiggle your way out of adults grasp.
A bit of superspeed and dirty fighting and Billy was back on the ground.
âHey! Kiddo you gotta get back here! Itâs not safe!â
Billy jumped over a fallen tree in his path and continued running. Heâd make it to Fawcett eventually, and there heâd be in his home element.
When he finally started to see Fawcett, it was by one of the poorer crime ridden streets. As he ducked and wove through the old and creaking buildings, he came across a warehouse.
Dammit! Thatâs where that trafficking ring is coming later tonight! I canât bust it like this!
And a stroke of genius hit him. Solomon would say itâs a stupid idea, but Billy thinks itâll go just fine.Â
Chapter 2:
Billy ignored the Gods protests as he sped into the building. Heâd hide out here and wait until the league came and left before leaving and coming back as an adult to bust it. It was perfect!
âHey buddy, are ya lost?â
Billy whipped around and puffed up at the two sitting in the warehouse. They had cards in front of them and one of them was smoking a cig.Â
âWell shit.âÂ
âDonât cha worry buddy, we wonât hurt ya.â
Billy just sneered at them. âBatson luck strikes again.â
âÎΚΝΏĎÎľ ÎΝΝΡνΚκΏ?â (Do you speak Greek?)
âUhhh, Penny, ya got yer phone on ya?âÂ
âYeah give me a sec.â the second guy, Penny, pulled his phone out from his pocket and crouched down across from him.
âCould ya say that again buddy?â he asked tapping his lips and making a talking motion then pointing to his phone.Â
âÎΚΝΏĎÎľ ÎΝΝΡνΚκΏ?â (Do you speak Greek?)
Glancing down at the screen as cigarette guy leaned over. A quick glance and Penny was typing something out and Cig guy went back to the table.Â
âÎĎΚ, ιΝΝΏ ÎĎÎżĎ
Οξ ΟξĎÎąĎĎÎąĎĎÎŽ. ÎÎÎťÎľÎšĎ Î˝Îą ÎźÎľÎŻÎ˝ÎľÎšĎ ÎľÎ´Ď ÎźÎĎĎΚ νι ÎĎθξΚ Ρ ÎąĎĎĎ
νοΟίι?â (No, do you want to stay here until the police come?)
âÎĎΚ, ĎĎΚ ÎąĎĎĎ
νοΟίι.â (No, no police.)
Penny and the cigarette guy looked at each other and smiled, turning back to Billy.
âΣίγοĎ
ĎÎą, γΚιĎÎŻ δξν ÎźÎÎ˝ÎľÎšĎ ÎźÎąÎśÎŻ ΟιĎ; Îξν ξίνιΚ ÎąĎĎιΝÎĎ Î˝Îą ÎşĎ
κΝοĎÎżĎÎľÎŻĎ ÎźĎνοĎ.â (Of course. Why donât you stay with us? Itâs not safe to walk around alone.)
Wandering over to the crate they had left their cards and were sitting around, Billy noticed an open pack of cookies next to the game. Penny notices hims staring and grabs a cookie and takes a large bite of it. After a little while he motions to the package and nods his head.Â
Billy didnât really want to find out if they drugged the cookies, but he also had to play up the innocent little kid until his friends saved him.Â
He reached out and nibbled on a cookie, it tasted kinda weird, but not stale.
âBilly you idiot thatâs drugged!â
âI figured that Solomon, thank you for the generous assistance. Now everyone be quite I need to focus.â
Billy slowly finished the cookie, ignoring the gods yelling and arguing, and sat down next to Penny on the floor.Â
Penny handed him another cookie, and Billy grabbed and ate it quickly. His Marvel form was pure magic, and invulnerable to most drugs, even ones for metas. But he still needs to pretend itâs doing something to him. Billy put on his acting face and screwed it up like he was in pain. It might have looked more like he was disgusted, but rubbing his stomach helped to seal the deal.
âAwe, little buddy isnât feeling good. Why donât cha pick âim up and comfort the lil guy.â While Cig guy certainly didnât sound mocking, Billy still felt offended at being treated like a baby. He couldnât show it though without breaking his cover, and so he let himself be lifted by Penny and dropped in his lap. What would be a soothing hand in a different situation ran up and down his back, occasionally combing through his hair.
âI think Donnyâll like him. Get âim nice and wrapped up pretty fer her and weâll make an even prettier penny.â
Billy racked his brain trying to remember who Donny was. He didnât have all of the code names memorized, but had them on a list back at the rock.Â
âYeah, she likes when theyâre too small to fight back. And this one looks skinny enough to-â
BANG!
âUnhand my brother you bastards!â
Part 3
Billy shot up at the warehouse door slamming violently open. In the middle of the doorway stalking forward viciously was Wonder Woman. She sprinted towards the two when they made a run for it and launched herself at Penny.Â
Grabbing his collar she jerked him back connecting his skull with her fist in a sickening crack. Penny went boneless in her grasp and she let him drop to the floor.Â
A couple of other league members had filled in after her, and were now approaching them. Batman and Superman were on the other side of the warehouse, preventing Cig guy from escaping out the back.Â
âÎξΚι ĎÎąĎ ÎľÎşÎľÎŻ ΟΚκĎÎżĎΝι.â ( Hello there little one.)
âÎξΚι ĎÎąĎ, ĎÎżÎšÎżĎ ÎľÎŻĎĎÎľ;â (Hello, who are you?)
âÎίΟιΚ Ρ ÎĎÎąĎΏνι, ÎίΟιΚ ÎŽĎĎÎąĎ ÎźÎľ ĎÎżĎ
Ď ĎίΝοĎ
Ď ÎźÎżĎ
.â (I am Diana, Iâm a hero with my friends.)
Diana was acting much nicer than Superman did. She had even crouched down so that she was closer to Billyâs level on the floor.Â
âÎÎąĎÎľĎ
θĎνοΟιΚ ĎÎľ Îνι ÎąĎĎιΝÎĎ ĎĎÎŻĎΚ. ÎÎą θÎΝιĎÎľ νι γίνξĎÎľ ÎźÎÎťÎżĎ ÎźÎąĎ;â (Iâm heading to a safe house. Would you like to join us?)
Diana waited patently for Marvel to respond, as he looked around at the heroes. Superman was very specifically not looking at him, either that or the wall was the most interesting thing in the world to him. Batman was engaged in a conversation with the Flash and Nightwing, and Red Hood and Robin were sulking in the shadows.
âÎίνιΚ ĎĎΟΟιĎοί ΟοĎ
, δξν θι ĎÎąĎ ÎşÎŹÎ˝ÎżĎ
Οξ κικĎ. ÎĎÎľÎšĎ ĎÎż ÎťĎγο ΟοĎ
ĎĎ Î ĎΚγκίĎΚĎĎÎą.â (They are my allies, we will do you no harm. You have my word as a Princess.)
Billy turned to look Diana dead in the eye while pointing to Superman and saying âÎĎξΚ ΏβοΝΡ γξĎĎΡâ (It has an unpleasant taste).
Diana followed his direction and looked over at Superman, who was doing anything to avoid looking at Baby Marvel, and struggled to keep from laughing.Â
âÎοΚĎĎν, δξν ĎĎÎĎξΚ νι Ďον ĎÎąĎ ÎąÎłÎąĎΡĎÎ. Îξν ξίνιΚ βĎĎĎΚΟοĎ.â (Well you mustnât eat him dear. He isnât edible.)
Billy looked over at him, still desperately ignoring the two of them looking at him.Â
âγΚιĎÎŻ δξν ĎΏΟξ νι ΜΡĎÎŽĎÎżĎ
Οξ ĎĎ
γγνĎΟΡ.â (Why donât we go and apologize.) She stood up and held out her hand for Marvel to grab. Billy reached out and did what he thought a scared kid would do. He wanted to bite, but he didnât want to be mean to Diana, she was like his sister! So, he grabbed her hand with both of his and clung tightly to her.Â
When they approached Superman he knelt down before finally looking at Billy and offering a small smile.Â
âÎĎ
ĎΏΟιΚ ĎÎżĎ
διγκĎνĎ.â (Iâm sorry for biting.) Superman just blinked for a few minutes, before Diana was able to translate.Â
âHe says that he is sorry for biting you Kal.â
âAh, itâs no problem kiddo, we were both just worried.â When Diana went and translated Supermanâs forgiveness, and knelt down besides him.
Billy plopped down on the floor and curled up next to Diana. He loved cuddling with his family, and Diana was always so comforting.Â
Diana and Kal engaged him in conversation, with Diana allowing for translation between the two when Flash sped over.Â
âHey yâall howâs it, Woah!â
For the crime of sneaking up on Billy and startling him, his punishment was to be kicked. Unfortunately with the man moving at superspeed, Billy missed, but the effort and message was there.Â
âSorry there kiddo, didnât mean to scare you!â
Billy just stared up at him with big eyes as he apologized and crouched down.Â
âThe names Flash, can I chat with Diana real quick?â
Billy could hear Mercury gushing over how lovely flash was, and how proud he is to have helped create the speedsters, and saying many other not very PG 13 things about him.
Billy just ignored him as Diana translated, and was ready to just chill with Diana while they talked, until she got up and walked away with Flash. Superman must have seen the anxiety in his eyes, as he talked calmy to him. He talked on about the weather and the fact that his dog was playing catch and maybe they could meet one day. It was all boring stuff, but Billy didnât mind, he wasnât supposed to be able to understand it any ways.Â
âAll righty, whereâs the little bugger?â Billy perked up at the familiar British accent. Constantine was here! Heâd fix this right up and then he wouldnât have to make Batman angry about magic in the watchtower!
He almost ran over to Constintine, but decided not to. Itâs not like he doesnât like his kid form, itâs just⌠he gets treated like a kid already, and Marvel is the only one that gets treated like an adult. He kinda misses it.Â
âHeâs over here Constantine, donât startle him, heâs got good reflexes,â snickers Superman waving over the magician. Diana came back to crouch beside Billy and began speaking to him.Â
âÎ ĎĎνĎĎÎżĎĎĎ ÎźÎżĎ
Îż ÎĎνĎĎινĎÎŻÎ˝ÎżĎ Î¸Îą κΏνξΚ κΏĎοΚι ΟιγΚκΏ γΚι νι ινĎΚĎĎĎÎĎξΚ ÎąĎ
ĎĎ ĎÎżĎ
ξίνιΚ ĎÎŹÎ˝Ď ĎÎżĎ
. ÎÎą κιθίĎÎľĎÎľ ικίνΡĎÎżĎ ÎłÎšÎą ÎąĎ
ĎĎ;â (My partner Constantine is going to do some magic to reverse what is on you. Will you sit still for this?)
Billy nodded his head, the gods groaned, they werenât done causing chaos, but they never were, so he just ignored it.Â
Constantine didnât bother introducing himself, just getting the materials out and setting it up around Billy. Superman and Diana backed up out of his way, but stayed near by for support. Wither the support was for Constantine or him Billy didnât know.
Standing up tall and holding his hands out in front of him, Constantine began to speak,
â .mrof tluda sih ot kcab noipmahC eht nruTâ (Turn the Champion back to his adult form.)
Tingling and a prickling sensation shot through him, and a small sphere of golden light appeared around him.Â
The floor swayed under him, wait no- thatâs just Billy swaying. But, he was much higher visually than before. And a lot larger. Billy would be relived, if he could quell the nausea in his stomach.Â
âMarvel, how are you feeling?â
He brought a hand up to motion for them to pause, but had to put it back down to keep from falling over.Â
âMmhm, gimâe sec.â he muttered. Taking slow and deep breathes, Marvel waited patiently for the world to stop acting like a boat on the sea. He could feel a hand on his shoulder as someone knelt besides him.Â
âAre you feeling ill brother?â
It was Diana, thank the Gods for her. Marvel nodded, and then looked up.Â
âJust give me a minute Di, Iâll be good.â His smile was a little shaky, but he felt it could be excused.Â
âMarvel, why donât you take the rest of the day off? You can come write your report tomorrow.â
He got up and stretched, being small really felt weird when you went back to being big suddenly.Â
âThanks Supes, I think Iâl take you up on that, see you tomorrow.â
âWill you be alright heading back? Perhaps an escort would do you well.â Marvel shook off Dianaâs worry with a wave.
âNo, Iâm feeling a bit better already, it wonât be an issue. Iâll just skip patrolling today.â Marvel headed for the doors and slipped out, waving goodbye to everyone as they went back to talking and moving around with the two guys.
âI wonder why there were so many people there. They canât have al come to pick me up. I can ask about it tomorrow.â
The next day Marvel strolled into the Watchtower feeling much better.Â
âHey guys! Howâs it going!â
âAh Marvel! Iâm glad to see youâre doing all right, Flash was telling us what happened earlier.â Hal was talking to Flash, who was clearly telling an animated story, apparently about the day before.Â
âAh yeah, thanks for the assist guys. Why were there so many of you though? I couldnât have been that difficult to catch.â Marvel knew he was definitely that difficult to catch, but how could they have figured it out.
âOh, Batsy hacked into the cams and saw what was going on, and ran a background check on the guys when we got ready to pick you up. Turns out they were Meta traffickers who had a few points in child sex trafficking as well. We got real worried about ya and ran on over to help. Diana wasnât very happy so theyâre all pretty much in the hospital, and those who arenât are firmly in jail.â
Marvelâs eyebrows shot up at that information. Heâd known they were meta traffickers, but not child sex traffickers! Heâs kinda glad that Diana had busted in when she did, otherwise who knows what wouldâve happened. And heâs glad he still was able to get them caught, even if it wasnât his intention.Â
âWell, I guess I owe Diana and Bats a thank you present huh,â he joked weakly, and Flash just patted his arm.Â
âItâs alright Marvel, Iâm sure theyâre just glad you didnât get ah⌠sold to someone with bad intentions.â Flash was quick to exit the awkward conversation, and so was Hal.Â
Marvel just sighed, heâs still getting those thank you presents, and maybe heâs add a small something for Flash for trying to help at least. But right now he needs to write his report.Â
So, Plot Idea.
For one reason or another. Captain Marvel (Aka; non-feral Billy Batson) has to with the JL fight against someone or whatnot. Yet, somehow, he accidentally gets de-aged.
But the twist.
He does not just go back to little sweet mortal Billy Batson; no Captain Marvel form becomes younger. And he not the same age as Billy, it more between the ages of 6-8, instead of Billys actual 10-12 year of age. For the cherry on top is that he is dressed in traditional clothing, as it makes him seem older than he actually is. But since Soloman was like letâs give you something as cool as Eldrich Memory, he remembers everything.
But because he knows what happened doesnât mean he would not stir shit up.
He looks around confused (playing his role), then the villain starts their monolog. And Billy is like ok, time for some fun, and curb stomps the villain all why laughing. The rest of the JL are just watching in horror as a 6-8 year old is beating the life out of the emery with such ease. When they try to calm the child, only to have a hiss and Billy acting like the true feral cat he is, because he has âno idea who they areâ. Â He even goes as far as speaking a very old and dead language that they donât understand.
All why this is happening his gods are laughing and egging him on.
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TINY LITTLE FIRES.
for two firemen whose jobs are to help civilians, they've managed to spark flames inside you that you wish not to extinguish.
( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, toji fushiguro & sukuna ryomen, sexually mature | minors, ageless & blank blogs : do not interact & 2519 words !
â°â⤠firefighter!toji fushiguro & sukuna ryomen & afab!reader (she/her), throatfucking, fingering, dirty talk mostly on sukuna's behalf, double penetration, anal & vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie.
( author's note. ) i thought of this specific prn link when writing this and thought it was tojikuna fucking reader. just a liddol visual while you read đ
It was overwhelming, the heat of two men looming over youâ how they were both so hauntingly handsome as their eyes explored your body. They caged you in with their bodies, tiny little fires sparking inside of the pit of your stomach as they held interest on you all night. Shoko wanted to hold a small celebration dinner after completing her residency, finally becoming an actual doctor. She held it at a small bar and grill, where the food was greasy and the drinks were strong. You hadnât thought your night wouldnât be one so special, just have a few drinks and enjoy the time with your friends. However, from afar, two men had their eyes on you the majority of the night. Crimson and hazel following your form in a way that had you constantly looking behind you, eyes never failing to meet theirs.Â
You werenât the only one to take notice of their domineering stares, Shoko watching over your shoulder before saying, âYou should go talk to them.â
Eyes widening as your head quickly turns to her. Immediately, you shook your head. âIâm here to celebrate you.â
âYouâre here to have fun,â she corrects. âPlus, you need itâ them. When was the last time you had a spontaneous hook-up, much less a threesome?â
She was right. You rarely spend your leisure time actually doing any leisure, always finding something to keep you busy or something that came around the corner last minute that you completely forgot about. Your social life went down the drain outside of her, Geto and Gojo. But even the time you spend with them is too short. However, you donât want to be a bad friend.
âBut,â you pout. âWhoâs going to drop you home if you get too wasted?â
âThatâs for me to worry about,â Shoko says. âIâll probably have one of the waitresses do it if it comes to that.â
âI donât feelââÂ
âI donât care how you feel,â Shoko frowns, nudging you from your chair. âGo to them right now, or Iâll disown you as a friend.â
Youâre not sure if youâre thankful for Shoko, or if you want to curse her. You feel like a mouse trapped inside of a lionâs den. Outside of the conversation with Shoko, you canât recall how you even ended up in this situation, just knowing that you walked up to the bar, signaling for a bartender in their close vicinity. You let them watch you, slowly creeping closer towards them.Â
Other than their impressive physique that had other men gawking at them in jealousy, they were different. One had dark hair that went over his forehead, black strands that nearly prickled his hazel green eyes. He had a scar on the left corner of his lip that had you curious how it ended up there in the first place. The other man has messy pink hair and piercing red eyes as he scrutinizes you, tattoos travel down his neck that youâre not sure where they travel to because of the hoodie he has on.Â
You only remember through short conversation that they were firefighters, but other than that, they were very straightforward with what they wanted from you. And from the many men that have tried approaching you before, you could respect it. You respected it so much that you let them bring you to their shared apartment, their hands roaming your body the moment you were inside.Â
Your dress hiked up over your waist as the pink-headed manâ Sukunaâ has found comfort in your breasts, massaging and kneading the fat as the brunette in front of you plays with the hem of your panties, finding fun in teasing you as your head falls to the chest of the tattooed man behind you. Wedged between them, thereâs no room for escape as they pull out soft moans from you. Your braids tickle Sukunaâs skin as he watches you fall apart so easily. âWeâve got you this worked up and weâve barely done a thing to you. Itâs kinda pathetic⌠and cute.â
Just as he says this, Tojiâs fingers dip inside of your panties, running to run two fingers down your clit and in between your folds. It has your chest rising and falling in the anticipation of it all, so needy and desperate to be filled by these two large men. âYou should feel how wet she is. Itâs like she hasnât been fucked in forever.â
Itâs an epiphany upon both men, a deep hum reverberating off of Sukunaâs chest as one hand leaves from under your dress. Black painted fingernails that reach to grab your face harshly and forcing you to turn, your eyes meeting his daunting red ones. âYou poor thing,â he breathes. âYour pussy needs to be well taken care of then, huh?â
âYeah.â You canât help but nod. âYeah, it does.â
âItâs a good thing you got us, huh?â To which you nod again, whispering out a âyes.â
They lead you to the confined space of one of their bedrooms. You still have your back to Sukuna, sitting on his lap as he pulls the dress over your head. Breasts spilling out and leaving you nearly bare in front of them, the only thing left on you are your flimsy pair of panties with a hearty stain right in the center from your arousal. You can feel the hard erection of Sukuna right against your ass. Oh, how he feels so big and thick underneath you that it has your pussy clenching in a desire for somethingâ someoneâ to be inside of you.Â
Sukunaâs hand snakes in between your legs, the gloss of the black shining underneath the dim lighting as he shifts your panties to the side. Your folds glisten and shine, resembling the gloss of a porcelain doll. He spreads your lust over your clit as Toji begins to undo his pants, a sliver of his dark happy trail peaking out as his shirt rises. Heâs in a haste, dragging down his pants and underwear, revealing his lengthy cock. Dark and heavy shaft that weighs him down surely as it hits his inner thigh instead of standing up prominently. He surely rivals the few partners youâve had down the road. Itâs intimidating, but your cunt is a curious thing, not caring if itâs the same thing that killed the cat. From its nine lives, youâre sure you can be brought back to life over and over.
Tiny little fires ignited in the pit of your stomach, youâre sure that these men are the only ones able to extinguish them. Toji holds the hose, his length in hand as the tip drips in his precum, sauntering over to you with it in hand. Your head moves involuntarily, moving yourself to the edge of Sukunaâs lap.Â
âLook at her,â Sukuna moves a stray braid, pulling it back behind your air. âSo eagerâŚâ
Toji adores it, reaching to cup your face as you lean closer to him. His cock so dangerously close to your begging mouth that's lolled open and ready. His tip kisses your bottom lip, smearing his pre against it and making your lips shine in the coat of lust-born gloss. Sukunaâs fingers still dance around your clit, teasing at your entrance as he plays with your folds. You moan and mewl, keeping eye contact with Toji while you squirm in the other manâs lap in need.Â
âPleaseâŚâ It comes out in a soft breath, whiny as your voice jumps up a few pitches. With two fingers against your chin, Toji makes you meet his eyes.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll give ya what you need,â he says before making the head of his cock enter your mouth. It takes your breath away, making you literally speechless as youâre only left to moan and mewl. Your muffled voice goes ignored as a dragged out groan leaves the brunette's lips as he curses. âYeah, thatâs so much better.â
Shallow thrusts in your mouth, itâs a filthy sight to envision as youâre held tightly by Sukuna. Finally does he end his torture against your pussy, the two fingers that swirled around your fat clit now pushing inside of your needy hole. Subconsciously do you clench, making it hard for him to enter before heâs slapping at the sensitive nub, making a squeal spark from your lips as the vibrations run straight through Tojiâs cock.Â
âFuck,â he curses, pushing more of his length inside of your poor little mouth, forcing you to open wider to further accommodate him. Sukuna bites at the shell of your ear simultaneously, stretching out your cunt with two of his thick fingers. Your whines of pain are muffled by the cock in your mouth, your legs tensing around the hand in between them as your cheeks hollow around Toji. A deep inhale you take before you momentarily stop breathing altogether, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag.
The choked out cough is only music to their ears as Sukuna bucks his hips upwards in you, fucking your hole with his fingers and Toji stilling inside of you as you struggle to breathe. Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, face pushed into his happy trail. Tangled in this web that you willingly trapped yourself in, itâs starting to frighten you as you feel yourself drowning in the water of their hoses. You cry from the overwhelming sensation, how it feels so good to be used like this, the wet sounds of your pussy being fucked and abused by Sukunaâs fingers and the mess that Toji makes of your face, your makeup being smeared as tears run down and your lip gloss dissipating with each and every thrust of his cock inside you.Â
Itâs painful how Tojiâs hand pulls at your hair, holding it as leverage as he drills his length inside of your mouth. Your mouth being used as a fleshlight for him to obliterate, heâs a selfish man as he can only think of his release. And itâs the sheer amusement of you that spurs on Sukuna, how your pussy salivates around his fingers as they stretch out your tight hole. Your honeyed slick painting the two digits as you clench around him. You continue to rock your hips against him, having him hold restraint as it goes straight to his cock. His free hand wrapped around the expanse of your waist as he batters your cunt until youâre feeling that call deep within. Your eyes squinting shut as you mewl out pathetically before the two men as Sukuna alerts Toji, âSheâs gonna cum.â
âWell, she better hold it,â he says, speaking to you as if you werenât there. As if youâre not the girl with his cock in your mouth. However, you obey, trying to keep it together as Sukunaâs unrelenting, his drilling inside of your pussy only getting worse in an effort to make you fall apart all too soon. Your legs spasm as you canât hold it any longer, capturing Sukunaâs hand as you cream around his fingers. Fortunately, he doesnât pry your legs open, only chuckling deviously to himself when your lower body finally relaxes.Â
Toji chases his high inside of your mouth, leaving you to gag and choke around his length as he fucks it until he feels himself twitching. âMake sure to swallow all of me. Donât waste a single drop,â he says before grunting. He spills himself inside of you, forcing you to swallow as he cums deep. You squint your eyes shut as he pushes his hips deeper before finally retracting and his cock falling to his thigh. Your throatâs dry, the absence leaving you gasping for air as you whine out, head hitting Sukunaâs chest.Â
Youâre made a pretty mess on his lap, your orgasm staining his pants as his fingers finally exit your cunt. He brings the coated digits to his lips, sucking them clean as a deep hum vibrates off his chest. âThis starved pussy tastes so good. I think we might want to keep you after this.â
Sukuna pulls you both further on the bed, shedding his pants along the journey as you feel his length in between the crevice of your ass. Toji has your legs pressed against your chest, both holes out and vulnerable for their taking. You can feel Sukunaâs fingers inside your asshole, stretching you with the same two digits that were previously in your pussy while Tojiâs got his cock aligned at your entrance. Your heart pangs heavily against your chest, trying to make a get away, but you swallow the anticipation away as you peet at Toji above you. However, itâs Sukuna that you feel first, his girthy length piercing through you as if it was creating a new hole inside of you as you cry out in pain.
âBreathe,â Toji has to remind you, feeling how tense youâve become as Sukuna has stretched out your poor asshole. With all the prep heâs done, nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. Finally does your body relax when you feel Tojiâs length glide against your folds before his tip kisses at your entrance. Both sheathing themselves completely in you, this moment feels like the most gentle theyâve ever been in you, waiting for you to calm down before youâve given them the okay.Â
Youâre the sweetest and most salacious thing theyâve ever devoured, cocks plunging inside of your holes greedily as they both thrust inside of you. The heat of their bodies leave you so dizzy as you canât focus on a thing around you, and certainly not on a word either of them have said.Â
âTaking our cocks so greedily,â Toji pants into your ear. âYouâre a selfish little thing.â
âBut the best one weâve had yet,â Sukuna rebuttals, thinking of the countless times someoneâs had to back down in the past. They thought you were close to it, how in your eyes there were moments of second guessing and terror written all over you. But you pretty little thing, youâve braved it through, stuffed to the brink by two enormous men.Â
Tiny little fires inside of you that they only make bloom even further, creating a wildfire in their paths as they beat and batter both of your holes. They stretch your out deliciously, having you ignore the ache that you feel course through your body as you gnaw on your bottom lip. No amount of water would extinguish the desire thatâs now embedded deep within you, their seed spilling inside of you as you cream uncontrollably.Â
Bed sheets stained as the pungent smell of sex infiltrates the air as the room grows hot and stuffy, caught within the flames of shared lust. When theyâre done with you, cum drips from your cunt and gaping ass as you fall on your face. When you finally head back home, you find both of their numbers saved inside of your phone and a message from Toji:
Sukunaâs right. I wouldnât mind keeping you.Â
And you wouldnât mind being kept.
( author's note. ) here's my hand at trying to write more plotless porn. :p
#sukuna ryomen x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#sukuna ryomen smut#toji fushiguro smut#tojikuna x reader#tojikuna smut#toji x reader#toji smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#toji fushiguro x you#sukuna ryomen x you#sukuna x you#toji x you#x reader#x black reader#( đ ) : standalone.#tw: (n)sfw
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Do the twins ever get attached to stanfraud? Does bill get attached to them too? what is their relationship like? and what is their immediate reaction to finding out everything was a lie -- first impressions? GAAHH I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS i'm ur biggest fan bro
Thank you so much!! It really means a lot that people are enjoying my madness this much!
Itâs funny because earlier I was actually doodling him and the twins!
He absolutely gets attached and they get attached in return. While their initial introduction to him is very rocky, they come to enjoy his quirks and unusual interests, especially once Dipper puts together he was the author, and he regularly supervises them on adventures, mainly because Stan asked him too, but also because itâs strangely fun. He will repeatedly claim he hasnât gone soft to Stan, but then Stan will find him fast asleep with the twins curled up against him, or heâll catch him helping the twins in their respective Dipper and Mabelâs guide videos. He also likes Mabel Juice! Mabel wonât take his suggestion of adding eyeballs though. Alas.
His feelings towards them are made complicated by his own denial. He doesnât like the idea that heâs changed much at all, and these new doubts heâs experiencing about his original plans are not thoughts heâs willing to entertain for long. He gets snappy when Stan tries to reassure him itâs okay that he cares, because he doesnât care, heâs just⌠playing a role. Thatâs all. Itâs all one big lie. He can do lies. But that doesnât really explain the genuine panic he experiences when Dipper and Mabel are in danger, and how quickly he jumps in to protect them nor does it explain the fuzzy feeling in his chest when Mabel knits him a sweater.
Heâs not the same as he was thirty years ago. Thatâs a fact. And thirty years was once just a blip for him, but this has felt like heâs lived a whole new life.
And on the flip side, Dipper and Mabel care a lot too. Heâs off-putting and heâs strange and he says some things that imply he may have committed murder and gotten away with it, but they like being around him. It isnât always perfect, same as it is with Stan, but the rougher patches donât tend to last, and they reconcile by the end of the day (although, Bill is usually incapable of saying sorry verbally and shows his apology through actions instead).
Dipper for one hasnât really had anyone he can just ramble about nerd stuff with. Bill can actually keep up with Dipper, and they both find themselves enjoying the debate they have about inter dimensional travel, or what sort of haunting would be the most annoying to deal with. Dipper does sometimes catch his uncle looking at him strangely though, almost as though heâs seeing right through Dipper and looking at someone else, but he blinks and the odd look is gone, so he must have imagined it.
Bill does sometimes push Dipperâs buttons, of course, and never gives him direct answers, usually making him look for the answer himself, or read between the lines, which Dipper comes to appreciate as it, so he claims, trains his mind for mysteries. They have a very fun back and forth, honestly. Dipper thinks Stanfraud is the coolest despite all the annoyances, and he really does try his best to impress him.
Mabel meanwhile is just her usual bundle of energy, and charms her great uncle by involving him in her unhinged hijinks, and showing him the art of glitter bombing. She meets him where heâs at! Even though he can sometimes be a little extreme, even for her, she pushes herself out of her comfort zone, mainly because of what Stan told her, about how Ford lost his mind while alone. Well, she canât have that! She makes a real effort trying to understand him, and why he thinks the way he does.
He also weirdly gives her some good advice whenever Pacifica tries to bring her down, and Mabel is both comforted and inspired by how weird he is, even in his old age. He never lets anyone shame him out of it, and he encourages Mabel to just âBe weird! Your fleshbag life is short! Why waste it caring what lesser skin puppets think?â
Bill unknowingly allows both Dipper and Mabel to feel more comfortable in themselves because of how unapologetically âhimâ he is.
Sorry if this is messy, by the way, Iâm just writing my thoughts as I go along.
Anywho, I think all of this makes finding out everything was a lie very hard hitting for them. Mabel tries to rationalise it, that sure, maybe he wasnât really their Grunkle, but he still loved them like he was, and they loved him like a Grunkle, meanwhile Dipper reacts very negatively, because he really thought he had found someone like him, someone he confided a lot in, and now he thinks he made the wrong choice, that he was an idiot.
And Stan lied too. He admits the biggest mistake he made was not telling them, but itâs too late for that now.
The one bright side, if you can call it that, is Stan and Bill do tell them before they get Ford back. They think theyâve finally found the way to do it, and Stan wants the kids to know before they try it, give them time to process.
Okay Iâll end there for now! Thank you so much again!
#asks#gravity falls#gravity falls au#not who he seems au#bill cipher#stanley pines#dipper pines#mason pines#mabel pines
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âJust the night in general. I knew everyone would love you, but I really think Thor wants to be your big brother now,â Bucky replied. You wanted it so badly to be endearing, but Thor was dangerous. He mentioned a father-in-law. How exactly did he find his wife? And bringing up the flower donations to the hospital. Bucky seemed upset. Why? âWhich heâll have to fight Steve for.â
They are very eager, maybe a little too much to "get" a little sister đŤŁ
His laughter died off quickly when he reached out and gently took your hand again, prying your fingers away from your palm. You didnât notice it stung from your nails until he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it. âYou think weâre bullies?â He asked against your skin. âYes. Besides nearly beating that jerk to death, you do realize that you use force and threats to dominate and intimidate. Thatâs a form of bullying, Bucky,â you said. Was he deliberately being obtuse or was he lost in his delusion that this was all normal?
Someone had to tell them lol
âI wouldnât say weâre bullies. I call it protecting and keeping whatâs mine,â he said. There was no shame on his end. âRight. Because Iâm a possession and not a person,â you said, your face scrunching up as you tried not to cry. You needed rest. If part of Buckyâs plan was to wear you down by overwhelming you, mission accomplished. âIâm so tired. I just want to go to bed.â
This is not going wellđĽ´
You could scream until your lungs gave out that you didnât belong with him and you knew in your heart heâd argue until his last breath that you did. He was steadfast in that belief that you were soulmates. That conviction was so strong that what you really feared was that he would somehow convince you that he was right: that you belonged together.
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He was a dog with a bone. He wouldnât let that go. âWhy donât you just take a photo of me giving you the finger?â You suggested as he helped you out of the car. âOnly if you do it with a smile. Iâll even set it as the background on my phone,â he winked. Your reluctance and defiance of him didnât phase him in the slightest. âAnd if you give me the finger, Iâll take it as an invitation that you want to fuck me.â
Puhh he really just sees or hearswhat he wants to see or hear đĽ´
âYour past boyfriends never did anything for you. Emotionally, physically,â he stated, sliding his hands under the nightgown to your hips. Grasping the hem of your pants, he pushed them down as far as he could. âIâll bet they didnât even buy you flowers and used the excuse that they didnât because youâre a florist.â The words were tiny cuts on old wounds, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. âAnd you will?â âI will. Iâll give you the life and love you deserve, making you forget any other man out there existed before me.â His eyes raked over you as you stepped out of your pants, your panties still soaked. âBut Iâm not gonna fuck you.â
He knows exactly how to push her buttons
A couple of deep breaths and you made your way back to your bedroom. You paused when you saw Bucky holding a framed photo of you and your friends, longing in his eyes when he lifted his gaze. âYou look so happy,â he murmured, carefully setting the frame down on the nightstand before he pulled the blankets back for you. âCan you do me one favor and Iâll go?â âI was happy. It was a fun day.â You slipped into bed when he gave you space to do so, but his body was still close to yours. Firm. Hard. He really could pin you down and do what he wanted if he wished. âWhatâs the favor?â He tucked the blanket around you, his hair falling into his face. You almost reached up to brush it back, but refrained. Who knew what your touch would do? âLook at me like you love me. Please.â
Geez, what a request to end the day đŤŁ
Hold You Tight: Part 9
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 8 | Series Masterlist | Part 10
Chapter Summary: Bucky takes you home, but will he keep his hands to himself?
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.7k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, dirty talk, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for your patience! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You thought you heard the men wish you well once more when Bucky led you out of the office. You werenât completely sure since you tried to block everything out, but attempting to disassociate wouldnât exactly do you any good. The night wasnât over yet and you had to stay sharp. You didnât know what Bucky had planned for when he got you home. Were you prepared at all?
Not in the least.
You half expected to walk back through the front of the club to leave, but Ray directed you to a door near the back once he gave Bucky a nod. The car was waiting in the alley and you took a moment to glance up at the sky. You could only make out one star and you wished in that moment you could grow wings and fly away. But when did wishing upon a star do you any good?
âLetâs get you back to your place,â Bucky said, helping you into the car.
You had to give him credit for trying to keep up his end of the bargain by getting you home on time. Your body refused to relax though once he sat beside you and took your hand. Was he trying to get you accustomed to his touch? Make you crave him? It bothered you that in spite of your determination he drew you in to a certain degree. But you wouldnât let him take you to bed tonight. You werenât ready to cross that inevitable line.
Maybe, just maybe, if your performance in bed disappointed him, heâd get bored and walk away. The thought almost made you laugh. That wasnât happening. If anything, heâd probably love teaching you how to be his perfect lover.
âI think tonight went well,â Bucky smiled.
âWhich part exactly?â You mumbled, pulling your hand away. The part where he forced you to go, how his men all but admitted they knew Bucky stalked you, or how they beat the hell out of a man?
âJust the night in general. I knew everyone would love you, but I really think Thor wants to be your big brother now,â Bucky replied. You wanted it so badly to be endearing, but Thor was dangerous. He mentioned a father-in-law. How exactly did he find his wife? And bringing up the flower donations to the hospital. Bucky seemed upset. Why? âWhich heâll have to fight Steve for.â
âFighting. You guys seem to excel in that arena,â you said, remembering how they all took turns beating up John. âBut I guess Steve does have a bit of that âbig brotherâ vibe, helping you take total control of my life and whatnot.â
âNot total control. Iâm still letting you work, but maybe I can buy the shop.â He chuckled at your thunderous expression. The light threat had you seeing red. âI probably shouldn't joke about that, should I?â
âLetting me work? Like itâs your decision? And donât you dare buy the shop.â You pushed at him to keep from slapping him when he chuckled again. Not with enough force to get him far away from you, but you needed some sort of space in the vehicle. He also needed a good hit over the head. âYouâre a bully, do you know that? So are your friends.â
His laughter died off quickly when he reached out and gently took your hand again, prying your fingers away from your palm. You didnât notice it stung from your nails until he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it. âYou think weâre bullies?â He asked against your skin.
âYes. Besides nearly beating that jerk to death, you do realize that you use force and threats to dominate and intimidate. Thatâs a form of bullying, Bucky,â you said. Was he deliberately being obtuse or was he lost in his delusion that this was all normal?
âI wouldnât say weâre bullies. I call it protecting and keeping whatâs mine,â he said. There was no shame on his end.
âRight. Because Iâm a possession and not a person,â you said, your face scrunching up as you tried not to cry. You needed rest. If part of Buckyâs plan was to wear you down by overwhelming you, mission accomplished. âIâm so tired. I just want to go to bed.â
âYouâre a person, not a possession, Kotyonok. And not just a person, a good person who gives so much of herself to others. And probably one of the only people who rightfully calls me out on my shit.â His response drew you up short. âOutside of my friends, no one else does that.â
âMaybe because theyâre afraid of you and what you can do,â you said after a moment. Fear could make anyone say what they thought people wanted to hear. âEither that or they want your approval,â you added, which you could also understand to a point. People wanted a sense of belonging, especially with those who had influence and power.
âMaybe they are afraid,â he agreed, brushing his lips against your palm again with a sigh. âWhat is it about me that scares you most?â
âIâm not really sure exactly,â you admitted. There was so much about the situation that terrified you. What he was capable of. How he inserted himself into various aspects of your life and so quickly. How far he was willing to go to keep you. âBut I think itâs your conviction. That youâre so sure that Iâm your other half and no one can convince you otherwise, not even me.â
You could scream until your lungs gave out that you didnât belong with him and you knew in your heart heâd argue until his last breath that you did. He was steadfast in that belief that you were soulmates. That conviction was so strong that what you really feared was that he would somehow convince you that he was right: that you belonged together.
Those steel blue eyes of his met yours and mesmerized you for a heartbeat before you looked away. âLove is scary. Itâs natural to be afraid of it.â His lips brushed your ear, making you shiver. âBut giving someone the most fragile parts of yourself is one of the bravest things a person can do.â
There was truth in his words, but it felt like he moved another chess piece into place. He was trying to disarm you and you couldnât let him. âWho painted that black dahlia in your office?â You asked suddenly, feeling him move back enough that you could turn your head toward him. âAnd why display that flower?â You didnât believe for a second that he chose it for aesthetic purposes.
âBeautiful, isn't it? Steve painted it,â he replied with an odd mixture of affection and bitterness. âItâs for my parents.â
âSteve is a gifted artist.â You hoped your voice stayed even enough that Bucky wouldnât get jealous of you complimenting another manâs talent. âI don't know if the symbolism of flowers mean anything to you, but the black dahlia-â
âBetrayal. Sadness. Darkness,â he ticked off, his voice cold enough that another shiver moved through your body. âIt was the last flower my dad ever got my mom and it serves as a reminder.â
You swallowed as warning bells sounded in your mind to tread carefully. âAnd what's that?â
He moved close, your eyes shutting as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck. âThat I'll never do to you what he did to her.â
There was suppressed rage within him. Sorrow. It rolled off him in waves strong enough that they could drown you. He said earlier that his dad got what he deserved. What had he done to his mom?
âYouâre in pain,â you whispered. He was hurting and you logically shouldnât care. So why did you want to know the cause of that hurt? âYou have to tell me why.â
It wasnât for you to use to your advantage. You werenât sure if you could manipulate someone else. If you knew what happened though, it would at least give you more answers to who Bucky was and why he was the way he was. It could help you gain some sort of understanding.
âIâm not in pain when Iâm with you,â he whispered, bringing your hand on his chest. Was he relying on you to chase away whatever haunted him? âLater. Iâve overwhelmed you enough for one evening.â
You let out a breath. You swore he was doing this on purpose, giving you just enough information that youâd wait around until he gave you more. âI canât argue with you there,â you said, his heart racing under your touch. âJust answer one thing for me, please.â
âWhatâs that?â
âMarc from the bookstore,â you began, the manâs kind face shimmering in your mind. âDid anything happen to him?â
âIâd question another man being on your mind, but I know youâre just concerned about his well-being.â An easy smile crossed Buckyâs face as you bit your tongue. You could think about anyone you wanted to. âI canât speak for him right this second, but he was perfectly fine when you and I left. He was just having a chat with one of my associates.â
You exhaled, thankful Marc wasn't hurt. âWhat kind of chat?â You asked. He was a nice guy, though he did seem to know a bit about Bucky. What exactly was he involved in?
âHe just got a warning to be careful about what he does or doesnât say to his customers.â You tensed before he kissed your forehead. Did he know about the conversation you two had? âAnd I donât think the two of you should be alone with each other in the bookstore going forward.â
Just when Bucky had you feeling some sort of sympathy for him moments ago he shocked you right out of it. âAnother decision that isnât yours to make,â you stated, the car coming to a stop. âAnd you really donât have to walk me up. I think weâve had enough of each otherâs company tonight.â
âI said Iâm tucking you into bed and thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do.â The smile he gave you was nothing short of cocky when he added, âAnd you owe me a photo. Iâm going to get it.â
He was a dog with a bone. He wouldnât let that go. âWhy donât you just take a photo of me giving you the finger?â You suggested as he helped you out of the car.
âOnly if you do it with a smile. Iâll even set it as the background on my phone,â he winked. Your reluctance and defiance of him didnât phase him in the slightest. âAnd if you give me the finger, Iâll take it as an invitation that you want to fuck me.â
âLetâs go, please.â
You said nothing else as you went into the building, your anxiety mounting by the second. The slow rise of the elevator didnât help, Buckyâs hip pressed against yours like he couldnât stand to have space between you. You figure heâd shove you against the wall and claim your mouth, but he didnât make a move. It impressed you that he behaved until you got to your floor. It didnât stop your hand from shaking when you got your keys out.
âStill donât want to say good night now?â
âI donât want to say good night at all,â he answered, following you into the apartment and turning on the light. The welcoming feeling you expected when you got home wasn't there. There was a chill in the usual warmth.
âWell, youâll have to sooner or later,â you said, swallowing when you faced Bucky. He shut the door and watched intently as you set your keys and bag down. You were quiet as you stared back, tension thick as you tried to predict what he was going to do. Once again, he managed to hold all the power in your home.
âHave I told you how beautiful you are?â He asked, heat and hunger in his stare as he slowly advanced.
Your throat went dry as you stepped back. âYou have.â
âSo beautiful and so good.â You made another move to retreat when he stepped forward, his manner confident and compelling as he reached out and prevented you from moving back further. âItâs driving me crazy not having you yet.â
âPlease, you donâtâŚâ you trailed off when he sank to his knees, unexpected heat flowing from your core. He guided one of your hands to his shoulder to brace yourself, his eyes soft as he helped remove one of your shoes. You found it difficult to breathe as he removed the other, his hand brushing your ankle with infinite tenderness. Like it was an honor to touch and be on his knees for you.
âI know the first time I taste you Iâll never want to stop. Iâll have to wake up every day between your thighs. Fall asleep that way, too.â His hand slid up your calf and his eyes darkened when your other hand found its way to his thick locks. Wetness gathered between your legs when his touch moved to your thigh. âYour pussy is hungry for me, isnât it? My fingers, my tongue, my cock. Iâll feed her well.â
His voice was like velvet. Seductive. Aching. âBuckyâŚâ Your breath rushed out swiftly when he kissed your mound through your clothes, tormenting you with arousal you didnât ask for. It frightened you.
âI can smell you,â he murmured, nosing along where his lips had been before he sat back. âSmell so fucking good.â
Moving your shoes out of the way, he rose to his full height again as you willed your legs not to shake. You werenât used to anyone looking at you, let alone speak to you, the way he did. Stark desire. Possessiveness. His form of love. Your heart pounded and you refused to answer him or glance down. If you looked at the front of his pantsâŚ
He took your hand and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom. Your heart pounded with mounting speed, your heels digging into the floor. âYou still haven't kissed me,â you blurted out, hoping it would prevent him from taking you to bed. Or would he take that as an invitation to kiss your lips?
âNo, I haven't.â You tried to keep some distance between you as he went to your bed, his hand moving along the blanket. You couldn't breathe. âIt scares you how much your body wants mine, doesnât it?â
âIs that what you think?â You asked, forcing air back into your lungs. It did scare you. It also scared you that you didnât push him away or scream when he dropped to his knees to remove your shoes. Where was your fighting instinct?
âIt is what I think.â The ease in which he moved away from the bed to your dresser to find your pajamas frightened you, too. Like he belonged in your room. You thought back to the night he broke in and left your gift on your bed. How much time did he take to look around? âLike love, giving your body to someone can be scary. You have to trust that you won't get hurt when youâre physically vulnerable.â
âYou swore you wouldn't hurt me,â you reminded him.
âAnd I won't. But you know what else I think?â His magnetic gaze stayed on you as he brought a nightgown over. âThat no guy has ever really taken care of you and youâre apprehensive to let me try.â
If you were apprehensive, it was because he was a walking red flag. âWhat makes youâŚâ Your words stopped when he grasped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up. Your arms instinctively went up before you realized what you were doing. Removing your shirt, you didnât get a chance to cover your breasts before he slipped the nightgown on you.
âYour past boyfriends never did anything for you. Emotionally, physically,â he stated, sliding his hands under the nightgown to your hips. Grasping the hem of your pants, he pushed them down as far as he could. âIâll bet they didnât even buy you flowers and used the excuse that they didnât because youâre a florist.â
The words were tiny cuts on old wounds, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. âAnd you will?â
âI will. Iâll give you the life and love you deserve, making you forget any other man out there existed before me.â His eyes raked over you as you stepped out of your pants, your panties still soaked. âBut Iâm not gonna fuck you.â
Exhaling slowly, relief flooded you. Though you couldnât help but wonder why he wasnât trying to take what he wanted. âYou wonât?â
âNot tonight.â He shook his head even as his fingers moved along your waist. âLike I said, Iâve overwhelmed you enough. Sleeping with you might really put you over the edge.â
âThanks.â He desired you, but continued to hold it at bay for your sake. How long would that last? âI appreciate that.â
âAnd we both know the moment I take you to bed, youâll be begging for more.â His voice dropped as he toyed with the soft fabric. âAnd as much as I want to stay in bed with you all night and morning and give us what we both crave, I still need to get things in place at the penthouse and you need rest. You understand.â
You tried not to smile and failed. He acted as if he was doing you a favor. Cocky bastard. âI guess weâll just have to suffer until then.â Sarcasm continued to be a good way to deflect.
He exhaled at your light teasing, his body still a bit tense. Being close to you and not having you was probably driving him mad. âMaybe we'll have to have another private call and finish what we started. Give us both some relief.â He turned you toward the door and gave you a light swat on your ass. âGo wash your face and brush your teeth before I change my mind.â
You made it to the bathroom in record time, not having to be told twice. You didnât want to risk staying there in case he lost his resolve. Looking in the mirror as you went through the rest of your nighttime routine, you expected to look more exhausted from the whirlwind of the day. You somehow looked wide awake. Was the experience giving you thicker skin? Or did his desire for you somehow give you a bit of a twisted spark? Youâd still be billing him for your future therapy bills either way.
A couple of deep breaths and you made your way back to your bedroom. You paused when you saw Bucky holding a framed photo of you and your friends, longing in his eyes when he lifted his gaze. âYou look so happy,â he murmured, carefully setting the frame down on the nightstand before he pulled the blankets back for you. âCan you do me one favor and Iâll go?â
âI was happy. It was a fun day.â You slipped into bed when he gave you space to do so, but his body was still close to yours. Firm. Hard. He really could pin you down and do what he wanted if he wished. âWhatâs the favor?â
He tucked the blanket around you, his hair falling into his face. You almost reached up to brush it back, but refrained. Who knew what your touch would do? âLook at me like you love me. Please.â
You stiffened as you stared up at his face, your heart simultaneously racing and breaking for him. Love was something that provided a sense of connection, fulfillment. It was a way to show you that you werenât alone in the world. You wanted to believe you were worthy of love, that you could build a life with someone. Bucky believed he was that someone.
Why?
You werenât sure if it was his yearning gaze or if you were ready for the night to end, but your expression softened as you imagined meeting him in another life. Going on fun dates, talking about books, making each other laugh as you cooked together, snuggling under a blanket as you talked about your future. You found yourself smiling at the images that went through your mind. What couldâve been. What could be if he lessened his hold a bit on you.
He audibly exhaled when he snapped a photo on his phone, making you blink. âThank you. Now I can look at this whenever Iâm not near you and need to feel your love.â
Words escaped you, the invisible collar around your throat getting tighter. You could only nod and wonder how you kept throwing fuel on the fire of his want for you. Which one of you would burn first?
âGet some sleep. Dream sweet dreams.â You felt featherlight kisses on each eyelid when you shut them. âYou know, Iâll sleep a lot easier once youâre in my bed.â
âIf you get me into your bed,â you mumbled, refusing to look at him.
âStubborn kitten.â He chuckled and gave each eyelid one more kiss. Why were his lips so soft? âMaybe Iâll stop by the shop tomorrow so I can take you to lunch. You can tell Addison all about it.â
âMaybe.â You yawned and snuggled more into your pillows. âGood night, Bucky.â
A finger moved along your cheek before it stopped abruptly. âGood night, Kotyonok.â
Bucky still hadn't kissed your mouth.
You didnât open your eyes as he left, but you didnât fall asleep right away either. Your body was too wound up. Too many questions went through your mind. Like what happened with his parents and how exactly heâd move you out of your place.
The man was a step ahead in everything. Youâd be in his penthouse before the month was over. Heâd get his way, but maybe it didn't have to be his way completely. He could give you an area in the place for you and you alone. It wouldnât hurt to ask. After all, he did say heâd make it up to you by dragging you out tonight.
And if he cared the way he said he did, he could give you that one small thing.
Is our poor Kotyonok starting to accept the inevitable? Will Bucky stop by the shop? And how much longer until he really takes you to bed?Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
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Hey girl! I absolutely love your work. The way you write Desi reader is phenomenal
I was hoping you could write a Lando fic where he and Reader go to a trampoline park for a date and he's live streaming. He sees that she's very sweaty from all the fun and he comments on it and she says "as if you could make me this sweaty, Norris" AND IT GETS CAUGHT ON CAMERA
If you're not comfortable with the last part maybe only the trampoline park date?
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date days were y/n's favourite, even more than date nights. of course, date nights had a different class of its own. with the wine, and the fine dining, and the pretty dresses and suits that always end up on the floor of the living room because they couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom. it was amazing, definitely.
but, y/n tended to enjoy the date days more. it contained of spending the entire day exploring, eating, and just being kids. they would be in far more comfortable clothes, and would walk around hand-in-hand everywhere. most of their date days were usually lando's ideas, and they were always something reckless and exhilarating. it always made lando's face a pretty red that y/n could never stop kissing.
this particular date, lando had told her that he was going to be making another landolog since it had been a long time. y/n had readily agreed, well aware of how much lando enjoyed making the landologs.
"babe, are you ready?" his voice called out from the living room.
"coming!" y/n replied, trying to get her anklet untangled from her sock so that it didn't break.
lando stood at the door of the room, with the camera in his hand, "chat, this happens every time! i tell her we need to leave at 12, she starts getting ready 12!"
"liar! i was ready to go before you!"
"apparently not, seeing that i've worn my shoes and everything, and you still only have on sock on," lando teased.
"my anklet got stuck again," y/n looked at him with the best puppy eyes she could.
lando sighed, always unable to resist her cute face, "fine, hold the camera,"
she smiled, making a funny face at the camera before she turned it around to record lando. the man had knelt on the floor, and was focused on getting her anklet untangled.
"he's such a nice boy, taking care of me. mumma approves of you too, na," y/n cooed at him.
lando smiled, shaking his head at her, knowing that she was making fun of him. he made a sound from the back of his throat, acknowledging that he heard her. y/n ran her fingers through his hair, talking in the camera how soft his hair was, and how she was envious of it.
"alright, done," lando said, as he stood up after untangling the anklet. he offered his hand to y/n, and she took it, standing up. lando pulled her close to his chest, the camera stuck between them.
y/n laughed, "lan! you're crushing the camera!"
lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and said, "well, they didn't need to see that anyway,"
the two grabbed their essentials, still bickering and bantering, laughing into the camera, as they left the apartment, and into the car.
the camera recorded the couple singing (read as: screaming) taylor swift songs on their way to lando's surprise date location.
"where are we going?" y/n asked.
"we're almost there, lovie. a little more patience."
"look who's talking about patience!" y/n turned towards the camera, and said, "this man has the least amount of patience i've ever seen, okay?"
"that's not true!"
"you almost burned down our home because you decided to set the oven at double the temperature because you thought it would cook quicker!"
"logically, it makes sense!"
"its a miracle we have a roof over our heads, lando!"
he laughed, a loud, shrieking kind of laugh.Â
pulling into the parking lot, lando turned off the ignition, and quickly grabbed the camera to catch y/nâs face change from confusion, to understanding, to childlike excitement. he knew this was one of the few places y/n had always wanted to come to, and now, she would finally have the opportunity.Â
âyou got me to a trampoline park!â y/n shrieked.Â
lando winced at the loud sound, but smiled nonetheless, âhappy date day, baby!â
y/n wrapped her arms around her boyfriendâs neck, the camera forgotten on his lap, as he hugged her back. âthank you, thank you, thank you!â she whispered.Â
âi love you,â he whispered back.Â
she kissed him, letting him know that she loved him too.Â
getting out of the car, y/n jumped excitedly as lando laughed, holding the camera. seeing lando lock the car, y/n immediately began running towards the entrance. zooming on the camera to show just how far she had ran, lando said, âchat, sheâs a little crazy, but iâm so head over heels for her,âÂ
following y/n inside, lando handed her the camera as she showed the place around and yapped. meanwhile, he paid for the tickets, and walked to where y/n was. she had been standing by the popcorn machine, talking to the camera like she was talking to another human. sneaking behind her, lando wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. y/n laughed, but let him walk towards the entrance of the trampoline park.
she set the camera down, angling it towards them, as the couple removed their shoes, and stored it in one of the cubicles.Â
âso, how long are we here?â y/n asked.Â
âwell, itâs three hours of jumping and bouncing-âÂ
âthatâs what she said,âÂ
â-and then we go out for lunch, and have cheesecake for dessert, and back home, where we can either sleep or do other things if we have more energy,â lando finished.Â
y/n smacked his arm, âyou better edit that out!âÂ
âyouâre the one with the dirty mind! i just meant we could bake something or have a movie marathon!âÂ
âyouâre lying, you liar!â lando laughed as he ran from y/nâs smack attack.Â
grabbing the camera, he ran inside, immediately bouncing and gaining more speed than y/n. but, she wasnât far behind. though, once she began jumping on the trampolines, her smack attack on lando was quickly forgotten. the couple went through every zone the park had to offer, playing trampoline basketball, jumping into a ball pit, and obstacle courses that were almost everywhere.Â
y/n pushed lando often, laughing every time he fell and bounced back. lando returned the favour. they challenged each other to stupid things, like who could jump the highest.Â
âitâs not fair! youâre taller than me! of course, you jumped higher than i did!âÂ
âthat sounds like a you problem, lovie!âÂ
âbitch!â
or, they challenged each other to who could fall the farthest in the ball pit.Â
âi totally won!âÂ
âno, you didnât! you moved the balls from the sides, so now we donât know!âÂ
âoh, quit crying just âcause you lost!âÂ
âyou lost!âÂ
most of the challenges were unfair for y/n, given that lando only proposed the ones that would benefit him, and in her excitement, she wouldnât realise it until after she lost. she did try to trick him and win, and that worked. lando said it didnât count, but everyone knew who the boss was.Â
âready? three, two, one, go!âÂ
âow, ow, ow, ow,âÂ
âlovie? you okay? whatâs wrong?â
âi think i twisted my ankle,âÂ
âoh, baby, lemme see,âÂ
âha! tricked you!âÂ
âwha-? hey! no fair!âÂ
âsorry, canât hear you from the finish line!âÂ
their friendly competitions had resulted in red faces shining from sweat, and bright smiles. the day was exactly what they needed, and y/n had plans to show just how grateful she was to lando for planning such a date. they exchanged kisses, played with the other kids in the park, and tried to outdo one another. it made y/n fall more in love with lando.Â
the camera facing towards them, lando watched as y/n jumped on a trampoline square behind him, spreading her arms and legs, making a star every time she was in the air.Â
âyouâre so sweaty,â lando commented as he looked at his girlfriendâs flushed face.Â
y/n smirked, âit's because of the jumping around for three hours. as if you could ever make me so sweaty, norris,âÂ
his mouth fell open as he processed her retort. she laughed at his expression, and began jumping away. lando quickly grabbed her hand and said, âas if i could ever- come on, weâre going home,âÂ
âwhat? why? we still have lunch left!âÂ
ânope. iâm going to show you just how sweaty i can make you,âÂ
y/n laughed but followed. she wasnât going to pass on an opportunity like this. sheâd never.
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hi! i tried to make this desi!reader, but i just didn't find a lot of places where i could incorporate that, so i tried my best to stick to a neutral, imagine-what-you-like character. i hope you enjoy this! i've also got a link for my taglist, prompt list, and all of that you can find here!
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College! Abby PT. 2
⢠College abby who about half way through the year finally gets a bit bolder, making small moves at you, just little things like sniffing your hair
âIs that a new shampoo?â
⢠College abby whoâd immediately offer to unzip anything you were wearing, allowing her hand to graze your skin just lightly enough it could be excused
⢠College abby who no longer felt shy about telling you how good you look before you go out
âWow where are you going all dolled up?â
⢠College abby who offered to teach you volleyball after you commented on thinking it was so cool when you watched her play at her games
âItâs just so impressive, i wish i could do something like that,â youâd breathe out.
âWell I can always teach youâ
⢠College abby whoâd place her hands on your waist to move you ever so slightly, sliding her large arms around yours to show you how to move your forearms to serve
⢠College abby who couldnât help but stare at your ass when she was teaching you, happy sheâd âaccidentallyâ bought shorts a size too small after you commented on having no gym clothes
⢠College abby whoâd push you to try harder and harder as if it wasnât just something for fun
âWow thatâs all you got? Cmon I know you can do better than that. Again.â sheâd wear that smug grin of hers as she told you to try serving again.
⢠College abby whoâd make small comments of praise as you got better
âAttaâ girlâ
âSee I told you, you could do itâ
âThere you goâ
âUh huh, exactly like thatâ
⢠College abby who when you guys finally stopped (after you complained for 30 minutes about being too exhausted) gave you a comforting rub on the small of your back, slightly teasing you
âWow someoneâs got low stamina huh? Next time weâll have to work you even harderâ
⢠College abby who when you got back to the dorm room let you take the first shower so she could watch when youâd come out in your towel to change. Knowing youâd be going in and out of the bathroom while she showered so you could finish your nightly routine.
⢠College abby whoâd purposely come out in her sports bra and sweats, water slightly dripping off her long hair onto her biceps
⢠College abby whoâd grin when she catches you staring, having no problem calling you out
âSee something you like?â
âUgh, shut upâ
âUh huh, try not to burn a hole in meâ
⢠College abby whoâd bring up watching a movie just so she could pull you close under the excuse of warming you up
⢠College abby who grinned when you brought up smoking while watching the movie, claiming your muscles were sore and you needed to relax
⢠College abby who despite being a lightweight when you first met, has now grown a bit more of a tolerance. guess youâd rubbed off on her
⢠College abby who as the joint dwindled between the two of you, both of you being a comfortable high, was struggling when she felt you relax into her side
⢠College abby who couldnât help when she pulled you closer, her back against the arm of the small loveseat you had in your dorm. pulling you in so your back was against her
⢠College abby who when she saw the light red dusting your cheeks, just couldnât resist and leaned down closer to you to smell your hair
âYou smell goodâ
âWell duh, I just showeredâ
⢠College abby whoâd find herself gazing down at you instead of the movie, the weed pushing her to want to make a move
⢠College abby who when the movie finally ended asked if you wanted to watch another but in her bed, excusing that it was late and itâd be more comfortable. You could just watch it on her laptop after all.
⢠College abby who insisted you lay in front of her since you were smaller. It only made sense
⢠College abby whoâd sneakily snaked her arm around your waist, her fingers slightly slipping under the baby tee you were wearing
⢠College abby whoâd act oblivious when you called her out, simply pulling you against her front side
âWhat are you doing abby..?â
âHm? What do you mean? Iâm just watching the movie.â
⢠College abby who hadnât paid attention to the movie for a second, instead focusing on your nape as her lips found themselves pressing soft kisses
⢠College abby whoâd gotten a little ahead of herself, her lips sucking on your neck and catching herself when you let out a soft gasp
âMm sorry baby. Is this okay..?â
âMhmâ
â˘College abby who when youâd allowed her hand between your thighs couldnât help but press her thick fingers in, despite the stretch
âIâm sorry baby, just relax, canât waitâ
⢠College abby who continued to kiss your neck and shoulders as you grind against her, whispering out soft confessions against your neck
âYou donât know how long iâve wanted thisâ
⢠College abby who after roughly pressing her fingers in and out of you repeatedly for the past half hour finally relaxed and pulled you into her
âSo weâre going out now right?â
âOmg yes abbyâ
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us#abby tlou#tlou#the last of us#tlou2#tlou fanfiction
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'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader
pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader
tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.
wc: 2k!!
a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open đŤśđť also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language đ anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated
'just know these are yours now.'
you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.
you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.
on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.
obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.
up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.
so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.
"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.
"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.
"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.
but you weren't other people, you were different.
the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.
with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.
you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."
"like hell you are." "neither are you."
he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.
sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.
it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.
he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.
"nah, just came to see you.. sway."
a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.
you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.
slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.
as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.
one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.
"you're scared."
"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.
"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.
you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.
"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.
"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."
the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.
"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."
slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.
ânow, these.. theyâre very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and itâs leading me to you right now.â he explained. âfeels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.â
the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didnât feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.
â.. why me? trust me, iâm flattered, but iâm no one special, logan..â you questioned, and it made him frown.
âyou are special. you're special to me.â your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. âcall it what you want.. just know these are yours now.â he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.
with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.
pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.
additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan đĽ°đĽ° your choice đĽ°đĽ°
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But he wasn't look out the bank of windows out towards the beach, in fact, he had his back turned to it. Because he was looking at you.
He is so whipped đ¤
Under normal circumstances, heâd take the hint and move on. And even if his mom hadnât raised him right- which she had- Rooster knew that just because someone was nice didnât mean they were interested. Especially when it was their job.
Carole would slap him from beyond the grave
It was more than the way you always seemed to catch him looking, because you were looking right back. Or the way youâd slip him a free drink every now and then, saying it was on the house. Or the way you found a way to brush past him a little too close whenever you'd swing by with more peanuts for Bob or a fresh round of drinks for his friends.
Just some little coincidences đ¤
You were so damn smart and funny as hell. Heâd taken to spending less time on his ESPN app and more time on the NYT trying to find interesting topics to get to spend a extra few minutes with you. Nothing felt better than earning a smile from you.
That's some dedication, I respect that
"Now I know you're teasing me." He sets his phone down and levels a look at you. "Because we both know you catch me looking often enough to know the answer to that." You press your lips together, but the corners curl up anyways. And then your eyes drop purposefully down. The two of you stare at his phone sitting on the shiny bar top. "You wouldn't," he rasps. "I think I'm legally obligated to. There's a very official wood sign and everything." You look the picture of innocence, but you don't fool him. "Sweetheart, c'mon." "Are you asking me to bend the rules for you? Just because Penny isn't here?"
Not even those baby cow eyes can convince her, which is unstable when it's about Penny's rules, I wouldn't dare going against them either (not even for a pair of baby cow eyes) âđť
"I think you enjoyed that." You smile wider and don't deny it. "I can't lie, it is a fun perk of the job."
Big bonus of that job, I would enjoy it immense every time hehe
He sighs. "And here I thought we had something special." "Stop that, you're too pretty to pout," you tease.
Facts đ¤đ¤ˇđťââď¸
"Mmhm. I thought it from the moment I saw you strut through that door." You say it like you're letting him in on a secret. "And thereâs something you should probably know about me." He leans in closer. "And what's that?" You mirror him, leaning in as well and resting your elbows on the counter. Your face is just inches from his. âIâm really good at getting into trouble.â
I can't decide if I wanna be her or be with her đ¤đ¤
He grins. âIâm gonna marry you one day.â You tip your head back and laugh, itâs the best sound he thinks heâs ever heard.Â
Rooster is like:
"Alas, it appears I have another gentleman caller," you sing, reaching for the towel and waving it like a handkerchief in his direction. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Bradley. Maybe at the end of an aisle, who knows, the night is young."
This made me giggle
I loved this story so much!! She is so smooth and Bradley is so in love, the perfect combo for amazing banter đđť
A prompt party, Alexa? How in the world did I miss that? I'd be over the moon if you could write a little something for Bradley + "iâm gonna marry you one day." 𪊠â¨
Rebecca! Now you know Iâm always down to write a little something for a smitten Bradley! I hope you enjoy!
It was a surprisingly quiet night at the Hard Deck.
You could actually hear the music playing out of Penny's old juke box, rather than just the faint essence of notes for whatever oldie was queued up over the usual rowdy ruckus. And there were more empty chairs scattered about than there were taken ones.
It was one of the rare rainy days they got in San Diego. The gray skies and drizzle driving even the best of Uncle Sam's finest under blankets and curled up on couches.
Bradley always liked the moody weather. He liked the way the clouds seemed to cling to the coastline. He liked the rough rolling waves as they broke against the shore with more force than they usually did.
But he wasn't look out the bank of windows out towards the beach, in fact, he had his back turned to it.
Because he was looking at you.
Bradley had been trying to ask you out for the better part of two months now. And he was starting to think that you were giving him the runaround.
He'd learned that first evening that you were only filling in as a favor to Penny- she and your mom went way back as sorority sisters- for a few months as Jimmy recovered from his knee replacement surgery.
Under normal circumstances, heâd take the hint and move on. And even if his mom hadnât raised him right- which she had- Rooster knew that just because someone was nice didnât mean they were interested. Especially when it was their job.
But he couldnât kick the feeling that there was something there.
All he needed was one date to prove it.
It was more than the way you always seemed to catch him looking, because you were looking right back. Or the way youâd slip him a free drink every now and then, saying it was on the house. Or the way you found a way to brush past him a little too close whenever you'd swing by with more peanuts for Bob or a fresh round of drinks for his friends.
You were so damn smart and funny as hell. Heâd taken to spending less time on his ESPN app and more time on the NYT trying to find interesting topics to get to spend a extra few minutes with you. Nothing felt better than earning a smile from you.
But any time he got close to asking you out or asking for your number, you were pulled away by something or another. The sound of broken glass. A pointed throat clearing from a thirsty patron. An emergency trip to the storage closet.
Rain was good luck in some places, and Bradley needed all the luck he could get. It hadnât been on his side in the past two month, but tonight was his night. He was sure of it.
Especially considering he was the only person seated at the bar.
You'd been popping out and checking on people, delivering refills personally to the few people who had braved the elements instead of having them come up to the bar.
Rooster was patient, he didn't mind waiting his turn. After all, he had a shiny new NYT subscription to keep him company.
He smiles to himself when you work your way back to the bar, grabbing the bowl of limes and a cutting board, and setting up right in front of him. He watches as you deftly slice and quarter the limes into wedges, their bright scent clinging in the air.
âWhy does it feel like Iâve seen less of you tonight than I do when this place is packed?â Bradley asks, saving the article he was midway through before closing out of the app completely.
âIâm just a one woman show here tonight, I told Penny to stay home." You're tidy and efficient in the way you store the prepped wedges and work to clean up the already immaculate bar. "It's means a bit more running around for me. But I don't mind, I like to keep busy."
"So I've noticed."
You look up at him from under your lashes, as you wipe down the prep space. "Have you been keeping tabs on me, Rooster?"
"Now I know you're teasing me." He sets his phone down and levels a look at you. "Because we both know you catch me looking often enough to know the answer to that."
You press your lips together, but the corners curl up anyways.
"Oh, Bradley," you say with a soft sigh. "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley..."
And then your eyes drop purposefully down.
The two of you stare at his phone sitting on the shiny bar top.
"You wouldn't," he rasps.
"I think I'm legally obligated to. There's a very official wood sign and everything." You look the picture of innocence, but you don't fool him.
"Sweetheart, c'mon."
"Are you asking me to bend the rules for you? Just because Penny isn't here?" You tsk, with a self-satisfied smile. "And here I thought you were a Boy Scout."
Bradley just shakes his head amused as you sashay up to the bell and give it a loud, long ring. A couple whoops go up in response, but no one gets up. Yet.
You walk back towards him with an all too pleased smile.
"I think you enjoyed that."
You smile wider and don't deny it. "I can't lie, it is a fun perk of the job."
He sighs. "And here I thought we had something special."
"Stop that, you're too pretty to pout," you tease. "You gave me no choice. I don't make the rules, I just follow them. And as much as I love Penny, I have a healthy dose of-"
"-fear-"
You smirk. "I was going to say respect. But also you're not wrong."
"And what about me?" he asks, sitting up straighter on his stool. "What are your impressions of me?"
"Oh you?" You tilt your head to the side, letting your gaze linger on his face as you muse. "You look like trouble."
"Do I now?"
"Mmhm. I thought it from the moment I saw you strut through that door." You say it like you're letting him in on a secret. "And thereâs something you should probably know about me."
He leans in closer. "And what's that?"
You mirror him, leaning in as well and resting your elbows on the counter. Your face is just inches from his. âIâm really good at getting into trouble.â
He grins. âIâm gonna marry you one day.â
You tip your head back and laugh, itâs the best sound he thinks heâs ever heard.Â
âThatâs a bold statement from the man who still has yet to ask me out on a date.â
He opens his mouth, to do just that, after months of failed attempts. And then another one of the patrons saddles up to the bar, waving you down for your attention.
Rooster groans.
"Alas, it appears I have another gentleman caller," you sing, reaching for the towel and waving it like a handkerchief in his direction. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Bradley. Maybe at the end of an aisle, who knows, the night is young."
The smile you give him promises that this conversation isn't over yet.
You spin away from him and donât give him a second glance as you head over towards the thirsty man whose beer is going on his tab, but thereâs a sway in your hips that wasnât there before.
And Bradley thinks to himself, this is going to be fun.Â
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kuroo texts you at 3:52 am, almost three months after you broke up.
admittedly, you probably should've silenced notifications from him by now, but when you roll overâeyes barely open, a little headache from the lightâyou know you're much, much too late.
a text, from your ex-boyfriend, the big, blue bubble stretched across your phone.
i just moaned your name during sex.
you blink at the screen.
you what?
moaned your name, he sends. totally ruined the moment.
you look up, and then down, and then up one more time to make sure what youâre looking it is real and not some strange, midnight hallucination before typing again.
youâre fucking with me, right?
dead serious, he replies. worst moment of my life.
you can hear his voice in the text, and if you werenât so caught up in thinking about the poor girl who probably just had the worst sexual experience of her life, you would laugh.
you need to find a hobby or something, tetsurou. you send. and preferably one that doesn't involve tinder.
i have hobbies!
non-sexual ones?
he types for a while before a short, little totally! pops up on his side of the conversation.
and you hate that this is the part of him thatâs most intriguing. the unintentional charm, too weird for his own good part that keeps you texting him at four in the morning.
yeah, you send, quicker than you intended. totally.
and suddenly, you're really considering something you shouldn't. before tonight, you hadn't heard from in a whileâat least not enough to be thinking about him. you'd resigned yourself to your little, single life and you figured boyfriends might be more harm than they're worth (at least for a while, anyway), but now you have a new little do you wanna come over? typed out into your messaging app, finger hovering over the send button.
you take a minute, trying to rationalize.
the responsible part of you thinks it's way too late to be asking for anything good. you have class in the morning, and you're all tucked into bed, and bringing him here would really stir up some old feelings you weren't looking to bring back right now.
the other part of youâthe more fun of the two, you'll admitâknows that you're thinking about him and he's... definitely thinking of you, so what's the harm in indulging a little bit? maybe nothing would happen anyway and you'd just end up staring at each other for a while, but sitting in your bed alone, staring doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world.
you send the text.
there's radio silence for a moment, and you think you might have just fucked the whole we can be exes and friends! thing up, but after a moment or two, he replies.
really?
and you sigh, don't make me change my mind.
he sends an immediate be there in 10, and you flop yourself back into the pillows.
now, okay, you'd be lying if you said you haven't been in this situation before. you and kuroo have always had a strange habit ofâgravitating towards each other, to put it politely. it doesn't matter how many times you guys swear each other off, there's always going to be a party, or a text, or a run-in at the grocery store that brings you together (in more ways than one).
the whole i just moaned your name thing, though, that one's new.
your eyes flicker up to the ceiling, then down to your feet, and then, finally, your phoneâthe reality of this whole thing sinking in a little.
are you supposed toâshave your legs for this? put on your good pajamas: the ones that ride up a little when you bend over? is that where this is going? you're pretty sure it is, but every time this has happened before, it's been a little more spontaneous than this. right now, you have time to prepare and time to think, which you're now realizing is something you really did not want.
you sit there for a minute, coming to the conclusion that this is kuroo. you dated for two years, and you shared a bed at night for more of that time than you'd care to admit, so what does it matter how prepared you are?
you hear a key turn in the front door (the one from under the mat; you took away his actual key you think) and, all of a sudden, you're kind of nervous.
you haven't felt this way in a while, especially when it comes to him. you think you might hate it.
nevertheless, your feet hit the floor and you let yourself pad your way into the entryway, just in time to see someone sliding his shoes into the gap between the doorway and the wall.
you flick the light on, and he jumps a little.
a beat of silence, and then, "hi."
that's all you can come up with right now, truly, and you blame half of it on the time and the other half on the fact that kuroo looks like that.
he's always been pretty, no doubt about that, but right now he looks a little beat up in a way that you have to admit you're kind of into.
his hair's messed up: half of it shifted more left than right, with a little curl to it that he doesn't normally have. his cheeks are red, and he's a sort of out of breath andâdid he run here?
"hi," he says, smiling, heaving out a breath.
(oh, he totally did. maybe you're a little more alluring than you thought).
you chuckle out one more, final hi, before he steps towards you.
he smells goodânot that that's something you focus on, obviouslyâbut he's still wearing that cologne you bought him last christmas and there's a little tinge of sweat to him that suits him so much better than you'd think.
he has a t-shirt onâone you got from a concert a couple years ago; you can't remember exactly when anymore, but it's clear that the thing has gotten its wear. the hole in the left shoulder is glaring at you from here and you kind of want to poke it.
"i have your key, by the way," he says then, dangling the little thing between his fingers. "did you ask for it back?"
oops.
"iâmeant to." you snatch it from him, tossing it onto one of the side tables. "definitely meant to."
his hand lingers there for a second, a big, toothy smile spread across his face. "oh, sure you did."
and you eye him, a short what's that supposed to mean? rolling out of your lips.
he shakes his head, moving closer againâso much so that you can feel the cast of his breath along your cheeks.
"you still like me," he says, and you swear you can see his vocal cords bob in his throat.
"pardon?"
"you think i'm funâand endearing, and still worthy of a house key."
"i think you're nuts." you say, fluttering your lashes a little. "and really not in the position to be making these accusations."
"you really think so?" he leans in one more time, close enough that his lips brush that arch between your jaw and your neck. "go aheadâtell me all about how crazy i am."
you feel something inside you quiver.
this right here, this is the whole game between the two of you. some sick little cat-and-mouse thing that always leads to something that you regret in the morning andâinevitablyârepeat next week.
truthfully, though, you're getting kind of sick of fighting it.
"god, i can't stand you." you back away, edging towards the hallway that leads to your room. "are you coming with me or what?"
and he grins, because of course he is.
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the door clicked open, and he heard your footsteps in the hallway. you were home late, a little unsteady, and when he glanced up from the couch, he saw you standing in the doorway, your cheeks flushed and eyes a little hazy. you had that mischievous smile on your face, the one that always made his heart beat a little faster. you swayed as you stepped forward, your purse slipping off your shoulder and landing with a soft thud by the door.
âthere you are,â you murmured, a hint of a slur in your voice as you made your way toward him, reaching out as if you couldnât wait to be in his arms. he caught you, steadying you as you stumbled forward, and you let out a soft giggle, leaning heavily against him.
âhey, you,â he greeted, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âlooks like my baby had a fun night.â
you pouted, your fingers tugging at his shirt. âmissed you,â you mumbled, your voice a mix of need and playfulness. âdidnât wanna be there without you. i need you.â
he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady. âyouâve been drinking, sunshine,â he said gently, his tone light but cautious. âa little too much, maybe?â
you shook your head, your expression growing more determined as you slid your arms around his neck. âiâm fine,â you insisted, leaning in closer, your lips grazing his neck in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. âcome on baby.., your gonna make me wait. i want you so bad right now.â
he exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to pull you closer, to give in to the way you were looking at him. as much as he wanted you, he knew it wasnât right. you were drunk, and he didnât want to do anything you might regret or feel uncomfortable with later.
âsunshine i need you to listen to me,â he said softly, cupping your face in his hands and gently lifting your head so you would look at him. âi want you too, trust me. but not like this. youâve had a lot to drink, and Iâm not going to do anything that you might regret.â
your expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and hurt flashing in your eyes. â cheol why are you being so difficult?â you whined, leaning back slightly and crossing your arms. âi know what i want. and right now, i want you.â
he couldnât help but smile your determination. you could be so stubborn sometimes, and he loved that about you. but tonight, he needed to be the strong one.
âi know, baby,â he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. âbut letâs just take it slow, alright? i donât want you to do anything youâre not sure about.â
you huffed, your pout returning as you leaned into him again, resting your head on his shoulder. âyouâre trying to kill me,â you muttered, sounding both frustrated and resigned. âas much as i want you right now, youâre making it so hard.â
he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âtrust me, itâs not easy for me either sunshine,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. âbut weâre both going to have to be patient okay baby?.â
you let out a soft sigh, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest as you settled into his embrace. despite your initial frustration, you seemed to relax, and he could feel you starting to lean into his warmth, your breathing slowing as the night wore on.
he held you close as you nestled into his arms, your face buried against his chest. he could still hear your soft, whiny murmurs about how much you wanted him, how you didnât understand why he was holding back. but he just smiled and continued to gently brush his fingers through your hair, calming you with his steady presence.
âletâs get you cleaned up, alright?â he whispered softly. âa nice bath might help you feel better.â
you looked up at him, a little pout still lingering on your lips. âi donât need a bath,â you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction. you swayed slightly as you tried to stand on your own, and he quickly steadied you, guiding you toward the bathroom with a gentle hand on your back.
âyes, you do,â he said with a small laugh. âcome on, youâll feel a lot better afterward.â
he helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub, then turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. as the tub filled, he turned back to you, watching as you tried to kick off your shoes, only for one of them to get stuck halfway. you let out a frustrated huff, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
âhere, let me help baby,â he said, crouching down to untangle your foot from the strap. you grumbled softly, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as he slid the shoes off your feet and set them aside. you watched him with a half-lidded gaze, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.
âyouâre too good to me,â you murmured, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. âi donât deserve you.â
you chuckled, shaking his head as he gently took your hands in his. âyou deserve every bit of it, angel. now, arms up.â
you lifted your arms obediently, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head and fold it neatly on the counter. you shivered slightly as the cool air hit your skin, and he quickly wrapped a towel around your shoulders to keep you warm as he helped you out of the rest of your clothes.
once you were undressed, he held your hand, steadying you as you stepped into the warm water. you let out a soft sigh as you sank into the bath, the tension slowly melting from your shoulders. he watched you for a moment, a tender smile on his face as he took in the way your eyes fluttered shut, your head resting against the edge of the tub.
âfeel good?â he asked, kneeling beside the tub and brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.
you opened your eyes, giving him a lazy smile. âmmm⌠so good,â you murmured, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers with his. âbut itâd be better if you were in here with me.â
seungcheol laughed softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. ânice try sunshine,â he replied, a hint of playfulness in his tone. âbut tonightâs all about taking care of you.â
yoy pouted, letting out a little whine. âyouâre no fun.â
ânot tonight,â he said, dipping a washcloth into the water and gently running it over your shoulders. âbut i think youâll thank me in the morning.â
you closed your eyes, relaxing under his touch as he carefully washed you, his movements slow and gentle. he took his time, making sure you were comfortable and relaxed, and you seemed to melt under his care, your complaints and stubbornness gradually fading.
when he finished, he reached for a large, fluffy towel and helped you stand, wrapping you up and holding you steady as you stepped out of the tub. you leaned against him, a soft, contented sigh escaping your lips as he dried you off, his hands moving carefully over your shoulders and down your arms.
âalright, letâs get you dried off and into bed,â he murmured, guiding you back into the bedroom and sitting you down on the edge of the bed.
you let out a little huff, crossing your arms as you looked up at him. âonly if you promise to stay with me.â
he chuckled, reaching for the blow dryer on the dresser. âof course Iâll stay,â he said, plugging in the dryer and turning it on. he gently lifted your hair, working his fingers through the damp strands as he dried them. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch with a small smile.
the warmth from the dryer was soothing, and you felt yourself growing drowsier as he continued to brush and dry your hair with slow, gentle movements. he worked in silence, his touch so tender and patient that you could hardly keep your eyes open. by the time he finished, your hair was soft and dry, falling in gentle waves around your face.
âthere we go baby,â he murmured, setting the dryer aside and brushing a final strand of hair from your cheek. âfeeling a little better?â
you nodded, giving him a sleepy smile. âyeah⌠thank you,â you mumbled, your voice soft and a little slurred. âyou always take such good care of me.â
he smiled, reaching for a comfortable, oversized t-shirt from your drawer. âletâs get you dressed, alright?â
you nodded, lifting your arms as he helped you into the shirt, the fabric falling loosely around your shoulders. you giggled softly, your eyes shining as you looked up at him.
âyouâre so sweet to me,â you murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. âi donât know what iâd do without you.â
he. chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. âyou donât have to worry about that,â he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âiâm not going anywhere.â
you let out a soft sigh, snuggling against him as he carefully guided you under the blankets. once you were settled, he climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. you let out a contented hum, resting your head on his chest as you nuzzled closer.
âpromise youâll stay here all night?â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
he tightened his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âi promise,â he murmured. âiâll be right here when you wake up.â
you smiled, your eyes growing heavy as sleep began to pull you under. and as you drifted off, you felt a warmth and comfort you never known before, a sense of safety and love that wrapped around you like a blanket. you knew, deep down, that he was someone you could trust completely, someone who would always put you first.
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Reciprocity
Pairing: Yoongi x afab reader (Kintsugi couple) feat. A Fine Line Couple
Genre: established relationship
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: A couples' holiday with Suri and Namjoon highlights a particular problem between you and Yoongi.
Content: one reference to self-harm (cutting) but discussion of scars, oral sex (f. receiving), discussions of sex life stuff?, i guess some poor communication, overheard sex
A/N: yes, it's me once again with my favourite characters no apologies. i have been thinking about this since maybe even before i finished the series??? and i'm glad to have it finally out of my head. this is unedited and unbeta'd, written by me in the course of this one single day and well, here we are. This is set in the summer, somewhere a few months after the ending of the series.
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âItâll be fun!âÂ
Yoongi just nodded and continued carefully folding clothes and packing them in a bag. Â
âYou donât want to come,â you continued, heart sinking a little.Â
âOf course I do.âÂ
âTell your face.âÂ
He smiled then but didnât want you to see it, turned around to fetch underwear from a drawer. When he turned back, his face was schooled into something a little more neutral, polite.Â
âIâm not saying itâs my first choice of holiday,â he explained, âbut I want to go.âÂ
âGood, because youâre coming whether you like it or not!âÂ
You hopped off the bed, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then moved into the kitchen to prepare snacks for the road. At the advice of your therapist, you were taking Yoongi at his word: if he said he wanted to come, you would believe him and it was not your responsibility if he was lying. Even though it felt like it was. Â
A week in the sun had been your initial suggestion. Somewhere where the heat wasnât a curse, but a blessing. Clear blue skies and cool water. Peace. Unbridled joy where the real world couldnât touch you. Even you werenât entirely sure when it turned into a couplesâ holiday, but it was an idea that neither Suri nor Yoongi would ever come up with, and you werenât sure about Namjoon so it must have been yours. Sounded like the sort of thing you would say. Yoongi had said yes and let you do the research, find somewhere not too far away, easy to get to but far enough to feel new, to feel fresh. Â
He had been fairly tight-lipped about it since then. Got a little quiet when you brought it up, when you showed him tourism websites with activities laid out. He insisted he wanted to come but never quite managed to muster up the level of enthusiasm youâd hoped for. In a way, that was just Yoongi being Yoongi, but there was anxiety in you, too, and it was making you sensitive. You could see everyone hating the idea, hating the trip, having the worst time. The awkward silences, arguments about what to do or who should clean what. Namjoon had joked that he would have to force Suri to come and he had said it with a laugh but you knew it was true. Â
You turned your head and looked out of the car window at the increasingly green scenes around you and bit your lip. It felt incongruous somehow to not be happy and peaceful when the environment was so lush and bright with life. With ease. With a natural kind of solidity that had stood for hundreds or thousands of years and was still standing. You felt small and silly to be worried about this but it didnât stop you worrying. Yoongiâs hand found yours and, like it always did, made a warmth start in your heart. You closed your eyes for a second of intense gratitude and then turned to him.Â
âItâll be fun,â he said. Â
And it sounded like he meant it.Â
*Â
You and Yoongi arrived first, took the back bedroom overlooking the lake at Yoongiâs insistence because it was the better view. You had stopped on the way for groceries and you stocked the fridge, took out food to cook for dinner, since it would be about that time when Namjoon and Suri arrived. Â
The cabin was wooden and new, so new it still smelt literally pine-fresh. The sun was just starting to dip, dripping golden light over everything, spreading a thousand tiny diamonds on the surface of the lake. It couldnât have been more picturesque. It made you want to send a postcard for the first time since you were a child. Â You settled for texting photos to Taehyung who told you to stop messaging him. Your ripples of anxiety were peaking, anticipating Namjoon and Suriâs arrival and what sort of dynamic it would bring, how it might disturb the peace of this place. Â
Yoongi tore you from the window and asked you to start peeling vegetables. You were glad of the task.Â
â-t I donât want to be here, itâs just going to be weird.âÂ
Suriâs voice came from the hallway and you froze. So did Yoongi.Â
âI donât know why you keep saying that-â Namjoon - âitâs not as if weâve never spent time with them. You like them.âÂ
Suriâs hum in response sounded unconvinced. Â
You heard the kicking off of shoes, could follow their footsteps into the living room, around the corner from the kitchen where the two of you were hidden. Yoongi put down his knife and moved to go, intercept them before they said something you didnât want to hear, but you put a hand out to stop him. Your stomach was sick but you had to hear it. Whatever it might be. Â
âSheâs jus-âÂ
And they rounded the corner into the kitchen, stopped in their tracks when they saw you.Â
âHey!â Namjoon was the first to recover. âWe didnât know you guys had arrived already! Where have you parked?âÂ
ââRound the back,â Yoongi answered.Â
He was looking at Suri and you were looking anywhere but. Face burning with shameâthat this was your idea, that it was all your fault, that you shouldâve made you presence known earlier, that no one except you wanted to do thisâyou swallowed and smiled as brightly as you could.Â
âYou made it!â Â
Your cheer sounded forced to you; maybe Namjoon and Suri wouldnât hear it. Maybe they would believe you.Â
âPublic transport is a fucking nightmare,â Suri said with feeling. Â
âI told you we couldâve rented a car,â Namjoon replied as if they had had this argument already.Â
âIâm not driving in these hills! You should do it. Right?âÂ
You flinched when she turned to you and realised you had to answer.Â
âUh-âÂ
âYoongi drove, right? Literally what are men good for if not chauffeuring you around?âÂ
It was a lifeline for her, really, but you took it readily, gladly, anything to drive over the awkwardness and shame you were feeling.Â
âShe has a point, Joon,â you said, grinning at him. âYou could at least get a licence.â Â
Namjoon rolled his eyes indulgently, let you and Suri rib him a little more, smoothing things over at his own expense. You were deeply grateful. Â
âCome and help us do dinner,â you said, ferreting out more chopping boards from the cupboard, handing over knives and ingredients. Â
It would be fine, you told yourself as you diligently and with great focus, chopped an onion. It would be fine. It would not be weird. It would be fine. It would be fine. Â
*Â
It was fine. Dinner was cooked and eaten and cleaned up after. Drinks were taken on to the back porch, overlooking the lake, the heat lingering long into the darkness. It was not dissimilar to the other dinners you had had as a foursome. As long as you could forget what Suri might have been about to say, you were sure you could have a good time. Â
*Â
You woke the next morning, sun streaming sharply through a gap in the curtains. You rolled over, tucked yourself into Yoongiâs side even though you were already hot and sticky. You were willing yourself to fall back to sleep, even if just for a few minutes, and then you were sitting, eyes wide, ears trained. Â
There was no mistaking the sound of other people having sex. You grimaced, settled back down in bed and pulled the covers over your head.Â
âWhat?â Yoongi mumbled, not so much a word as a sound.Â
âCanât you hear them?â you asked in a stage whisper.Â
Another grunt from Yoongi. Then you felt his body tense, followed by a sigh and a sleepy chuckle.Â
âYouâre the one who wanted to come on holiday with another couple.âÂ
You whined, prodded him sharply in the chest.Â
âNot because I was anticipating this! Do they have to be so loud?âÂ
âThis place is not exactly well sound-proofed.âÂ
âI so donât want to hear this.âÂ
âGo back to sleep,â Yoongi said and he sounded like he was already halfway there himself. Â
âI donât know how you can sleep now that you can hear that.âÂ
Merely a hum in response.Â
You lay for a few minutes, desperately trying not to hear the only noise in the house, and then you gave up. Threw back the covers and went into the bathroom to shower. The rush of the shower might not exactly cover it but it would give you something to do. Â
*Â
âHey,â Yoongi greeted the other couple when they came out to join the two of you on the back porch, where you were sitting with coffee and fruit. âJust a quick request: could you please have louder sex? Iâve been getting a little too much sleep recently.âÂ
You and Suri both froze and you saw the blood swarm in her cheeks, red and hot. Namjoon just laughed. Â
âIâll see what we can do.âÂ
Suri swatted him harshly on the arm and he barely noticed, slung said arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissed her on the top of her head. If he felt embarrassed or awkward about it, it wasnât showing. What was it like to be so self-assured, confident, relaxed about everything? Even with Suriâs face still pink, her mouth pulled into a scowl, furiously glowering at her boyfriend, he looked easy, his smile gentle and eyes bright. You envied him. You still felt silly and embarrassed about the previous evening, and embarrassed about hearing them have sex; he didnât seem embarrassed at all to be heard. Â
*Â
Yoongi had insisted on washing up after breakfast. Didnât let anyone else so much as carry a bowl back to the kitchen. He was taking his time on it, deliberately, carefully, putting off what he knew could not be avoided. Â
He was rarely unaware of his own body. Vigilant at all times about its exposure. He had suffered years of summers under long sleeves and trousers, would suffer higher temperatures, more humidity if he had to. He regretted everything he had done to himself, but not in a way that prevented him doing it again. No amount of shame or embarrassment would stop him, it seemed. Not that it happened much these days, but the possibility was always there. Â
Even when he was with you, he couldnât let go. Even though you were sweet and kind and loving. Even though he knew there was a part of you that understood. Even though he could kiss your thighs where you had cut them and love you so much that it hurt, love your skin, love your scars (hate that you had them). Even though you kissed him, all over, generous and unsparing, even though you said you loved him, all the parts, every bit of him. He knew what he was and he found that breaking the habit of hiding himself was harder than the hiding had been in the first place.Â
With his task finished, and all the others he had made up for himself (cleaning counters, fluffing cushions, clearing the dryer of lint even though they hadnât used it), he had come to the point he could no longer avoid. He moved slowly up the stairs, towards the bedroom you and he were sharing; he stopped halfway up. He could see you through the door, left ajar. Â
Your bikini was floral, cutesy, every bit you. The smile formed on his mouth before he had registered the sight. Then it was wiped away because he saw your face: your worried eyebrows, lip caught between your teeth. Your fingers ran over the scars on your thighs; your face turned towards the window, from which point Yoongi knew you could see Namjoon and Suri, already out, lounging. He could see cogs turning in your head, first this way then that. Â
And then it wasnât just the scars. You fussed with the top, fussed with the bottom, turned in the mirror to check yourself from the side, twisted your head around to catch yourself from the back. You ran a hand over your face. You picked up a slip of fabricâsome kind of cover-up, a dress?âand held it up against yourself.Â
He knew he shouldnât be spying like this. He wanted to leap the remaining stairs and take you into bed where he would show you exactly what he thought of your body: your perfect, desirable, soft, body that he loved and loved to love. He wanted, briefly, to throw Suri in the lake and hope there were eels because he knew you were still thinking about it: last night. Â
He knew that it didnât matter much what he did because it wasnât that easy. It wasnât as easy as being told you were fine. He knew because you told him all the time but he still felt like there was something wrong with him. Â
He carried on up the stairs and knocked on the door as he entered. Your face was immediately bright, free from clouds, as clear as the sky outside. Â
âComing outside?â you asked as he moved in closer, couldnât stop himself kissing you just once, putting all his love into it, however brief, however small.Â
âYeah, just coming. You go ahead.âÂ
You nodded and skipped out and there was a deep tug in his chest. There was a pit of snakes in his stomach but, fuck it, heâd been bitten before. Everyone out there beside the lake knew him, knew what he was if not in full, lurid detail. He took a deep breath and fished around in the bottom of his bag for the pair of swimming shorts he had bought in a moment of madness and packed because he wanted to make the effort for you. He hadnât expected to wear themâthey were still fully tagged and pristine, ready for refundingâbut here he was. Â
He hadnât anticipated the difficulty. He sat for ten minutes at the dining table in the kitchen, willing himself to get up and go outside. His legs werenât all that bad, not the lower half. No one would care. Youâd seen them before anyway. It wasnât a big deal. He was telling himself all the right things but he couldnât make himself move because he was thinking about all the people whoâd seen him in his grossest state. Thought of the things some of them had said. Thought about their reactions. Thought about yours. Tried to focus on that. Reminded himself that it was you out there and his best friend. Suri was still a question mark but he also thought that she could go fuck herself if she had a problem with it because he was still prepared to fight her for potentially upsetting you.Â
âI donât know. Iâll go and see where he is.âÂ
Your voice floated over to him and that was it, the alarm call, the deadline reached. He stood from the chair and made himself move with he didnât know what power. Â
âHey!â you cried, arms outstretched to welcome him as he approached the group. âI was just coming to look for youâthought you might have got lost.âÂ
He smiled, let you kiss him on the cheek, direct him into a sun lounger, sit down with him on it, not quite in his lap but almost. Â
Suri raised a hand in way of a greeting; she was flat on her back, sunglasses on, straps of her bikini tucked away, her tiny body sizzling in the sun. Namjoon sat next to her, under the shade of a parasol, dug out of the cabinâs garage, book in hand. He nodded at Yoongi and kept reading.Â
âIâm going to go in the lake,â you said, one hand resting on his calf. âDo you want to come?âÂ
He was putting all his energy into not looking where you were touching him, not noticing, pretending that this wasnât the first time for he couldnât remember how many years that heâd not been fully covered in front of people. He wasnât sure what his face said, if his mouth said anything at all, but you were standing and holding out your hands for him so he must have said yes, let you lead him to the edge of the water and then jump in. Â
The water was colder than heâd expected. He gasped and swallowed a lungful, came up spluttering. He wiped the water from his face and pushed his hair back. He blinked the water from his eyes and each frame brought you closer, until your arms were around his neck and your lips on his. Â
âI love you, you know that?âÂ
He nodded.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Did you? Did you really know the full depth and breadth of it? The way he loved you was desperate and whole. He had loved desperately before, loved anxiously, a long time ago when he still thought it was possible he could be loved. There were times when it terrified him. You terrified him because you loved him and it was impossible. Panic seized him and he wanted to run, run anywhere, get as far away as possible until you and your enormous heart were nowhere to be seen. Then you would call him or you would touch him and the panic disappeared, a low-grade anxiety in its place. Â
He hadnât realised he had given up on it. Before you let him kiss you, before you kissed him back and said things he never believed he would hear, he had retired the idea of being loved. It wasnât for everyone and it wasnât for him. He took what he could get and accepted that his lot in life was nothing more. But he met you and it hit him square in the face: that heâd stopped expecting joy. That he was fine because he never expected what he deeply and desperately wanted: to be loved.Â
And thatâs why you were terrifying. Because he was getting used to you. Getting used to being wanted. Getting used to the idea that he could be wanted. Sometimes he thought he was expecting it. Expecting you to let him in your arms, in your life. He had to remind himself that he wasnât owed anything, didnât deserve anything. It was the other way around: he was in debt for everything he had been given by you, for being given you at all.Â
*Â
They say if you canât beat them, join them. It was an expression Yoongi was apparently taking very seriously, as he slid his tongue down your torso, fingers already slipping through your lips, sinking deep into your soft, wet hole. Â
You were less keen to join Namjoon and Suri in being overheard so you pressed a pillow to your face and moaned into it, still louder than youâd wanted to be. You bit down hard on your lip as your back arched from the bed. Every time, it was an aria performed like a concerto, Yoongi doing the work of a full orchestra suite at once. It was lethal and moving the ease with which he played you and it was somehow never the same twice. Never had anyone spent as much time with his face between your legs and it showed: he had learnt, with apparent ease, seemingly everything about what got you off: had learnt how to do it in a rush, how to take his time, how to make you squirt (a surprise more to you than him), how to edge you until you wanted to die, how to make you come and somehow keep coming. He had, on one unfortunately memorable occasion, given you a charley horse and a third orgasm simultaneously. Â
You were approaching your second now, with sweat seeping into the bedsheets, and Yoongiâs tongue laving at your clit, his fingers rocking inside you. It was suffocating with the pillow smothering you, your hot breath making it damp, your breathing thick and swampy so it made you light-headed. You couldnât have kept any quieter even if youâd be able to try; all your attention and energy fell on the mouth at the apex of your legs and the fingers inside you. An experience so in-body, it almost pushed you all the way out again, like your consciousness was hovering outside your skin, alert and alive, an electrical wire in a puddle of water. Â
You came hard and gasped for breath when you pulled the pillow from your face. Yoongi kissed his way back up to you, sticky marks all over your sweat-wet skin. He was damp, too, tiny curls of hair stuck to his forehead, the T-shirt he slept in stuck to his back. You peeled it back, ran your hands over him, were reaching for the waistband of his boxers when he pulled away. Â
âIâll wash up and then make breakfast, sound good?â he asked, climbing out of bed and reaching for trousers.Â
The words died in your mouth. You could see that he was hard, see the discomfort in the way he adjusted himself as he dressed; you wished you could see into his brain. It wasnât the first time, not even the second or third and you didnât want to have the same conversation again, with another couple in the house, with company. Knew it wouldnât get you anywhere if you did. Knew he would not fuck you nor would he give you a real reason why not. You rolled onto your side, away from the door and pulled the covers around you, despite the heat, despite the sweat. You lay and you stewed and you wondered just what exactly you were doing wrong.Â
*Â
You tried to forget about it and it had been easy until you glanced over to see Namjoon swat Suriâs backside with his book, saw her retaliate by squirting water on him from her bottle, saw him pull her down in a tumble that was entirely playful until she kissed him. You turned away because youâd already heard enough, you didnât need to see their foreplay. Â
*Â
âDid you guys buy ice-cream?â Suri asked later that evening.Â
âNo,â you answered. âDo you want some?âÂ
Suri nodded.Â
âYeah, thereâs a shop down the road; Iâll go and get some. Anyone else want any?âÂ
âIâll come, too!âÂ
Suri looked surprised, her mouth open (to put you off), then she shut it and shrugged.Â
âOk.âÂ
It was quiet, initially, just the soft rush of wind in the tops of the trees and the slight crunch of the gravel track under your feet.Â
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
The rhythm of Suriâs feet faltered and then started smoothly again. Her answer was slow to arrive.Â
âYeah, I guess.âÂ
Embarrassment was worming through you, on its way to stifle you, to choke you so the words wouldnât come out.Â
âYou and Namjoon have good sex, right?âÂ
Suri didnât just falter but stopped completely. She looked at you guardedly, suspicious. You could feel her attempting to put distance between you, even as her feet kept still.Â
âIs that... ar-, weâre trying to be quiet,â she answered eventually.Â
You laughed not because it was funny but because you were nervous.Â
âNo, itâs not about that. It's... I mean, you do, right?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You were stuttering over your next question, not having planned this conversation, not really knowing what you wanted out of it.Â
âDonât you and Yoongi?â Suri asked, beating you to it.Â
âWe do. Kind of. Yes, but also...âÂ
Your face was flaming, hot pricks of sweat beading in your scalp at the embarrassment of this, at having to ask someone about your sex lifeâsomeone that wasnât Taehyung anywayâsomeone who definitely did not want to be having this conversation either.Â
âThe thing is,â you persevered, âhe goes down on me, like a lot. Or not a lot but sometimes, well, often, he...â Â
Your fists clenched and unclenched at your sides.Â
âHe goes down on me and then we donât have sex and I donât know what Iâm doing wrong or why he doesnât want to fuck me.âÂ
You let it out in a rush, looking somewhere over Suriâs left shoulder because you couldnât bear to look at her directly, to see her face reacting. She was quiet for a moment or two and you stewed, boiling in your self-consciousness, steaming with shame. Â
âHave you asked him?âÂ
âYes, of course! He just says he doesnât want to or âitâs okâ or that I donât have to reciprocate or that heâs fine. But I'm not fine! Iâm clearly shit at sex! And blowjobs because he doesnât want those either!âÂ
And it was the embarrassment, mostly, but you felt tears burn in your eyes, felt your bottom lip wobble and as much as you did not want to have this conversation, you certainly didnât want to cry during it.Â
âDoes Namjoon ever...â and you couldnât finish the question because you knew the answer and didnât want to hear it.Â
âNah, if heâs even the slightest bit turned on, heâs doing something about it. Well, I'm doing something about it, you know what I mean.âÂ
You cursed softly, tried to kick at the gravel in your flipflops. Â
âI just wish he would tell me what Iâm doing wrong so I can fix it.âÂ
Your embarrassment, bright enough to have burnt away now, had left you sad, miserable in fact, that you couldnât please your boyfriend and he was being too nice to tell you so. Sad because you couldnât give him what you wanted to, what he gave you. Miserable that you were failing where you wanted to succeed.Â
âDo you ask him directly at the time?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âI mean, look, Iâm the last person who should be giving anyone relationship advice of any kind, ok? I really donât know how to do anything but are you asking him why he doesnât want to have sex right now, or have you talked about it at a completely unsexy time? Because Namjoon is barely sapient when his dick is hard; his brain is entirely in his crotch. Â
âLiterally the only thing I have learnt over the last year is that, as horrible as it is, you have to talk about stuff, especially when you donât want to talk about it. So maybe just talk to him again but- oh, I donât know! Iâm not good at this. But if heâs not given you a proper answer, make him give you one. You should at least know what the problem is, if there even is one, right?âÂ
You thought about it. Thought about how quickly you let the subject drop, let Yoongi brush you off because you didnât really want to have the conversation at all, didnât want to know the answerâor rather you didnât want to hear Yoongi say it. Â
You nodded, thanked her quietly for her help and you walked the rest of the way to the shop in silence. You picked an ice-cream at random and a random one for Yoongi, too, then you walked back. Suri tried to make conversation with you and you were grateful for it, for her. You didnât know if she liked you, found her impossible to read, and often got the impression that sheâd rather be anywhere else, but she was making an effort and it meant something to you.Â
*Â
âCan I ask you something?â you started timidly as you settled in bed that night.Â
âYeah.âÂ
You were quiet for a moment and Yoongi frowned, trying to work out what had upset you. You had been quieter than usual all evening and he wondered if Suri had said something to you; you had come back from the shop with two melona ice-creams, which you hated. Â
âAm I bad in bed?â Â
He blanched. Didnât really understand the question because you weren't. Not in the slightest. The sex he had with you was as close to perfect as sex could be. He sometimes felt deranged in how much he wanted you, felt dirty for it even, like it somehow besmirched your honour for him to think about you when he touched himself. Like he would contaminate you with his need to have you. It often took all he had in him not to fuck you.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Your mouth was pouty and your eyebrows drawn close. You didnât look angry for which he was grateful, but you were sad and frustrated for which he was not.Â
âYou go down on me all the time and then we donât have sex after! You donât let me reciprocate! I canât do it better if you donât tell me what Iâm doing wrong in the first place!âÂ
It was like static was fuzzing up his brain. He knew the words but couldnât understand them coming out of your mouth. He had thought he was doing the right thing. Giving not taking. Or taking only sometimes, but keeping the balance firmly tipped towards you. You always offered because of course you did: you were wonderful and kind and, for reasons he could rarely fathom, you cared about him. Â
âYoongi!âÂ
In a tone he almost never heard, genuinely annoyed, if also pleading and anxious. Â
He blinked, tried to find an answer.Â
âI donât know what you mean.âÂ
âOf course you do! It happened this morning! It happens at least half the time! I donât understand why you donât want it.âÂ
And his heart was suddenly hammering because he could see that he had got it wrong but he wasnât quite sure how. Colour drained from his face because you were upset, really, genuinely upset and it was his fault and if he could have squashed himself like a bug under his own shoe, he would have. Â
He tried to see what he had not seen, what he had missed, what maybe he had ignored. Could only see instead the times before, with other partners, when heâd try to initiate and be rebuffed, when he never asked for anything because he knew he wouldnât get it anyway and, besides, it was ugly to ask, to want, to demand for something someone else didnât want to give. He had spent so much time and effort learning his partnersâ bodies, trying to make up for everything he lacked. He knew he was good at it. Knew it, was sure of it. Wasnât he? Was it not enough? Was he still missing something?Â
âI do,â he said, voice hushed as though it hurt to say. âI do want it.âÂ
âThen why do you always brush me off?âÂ
He felt stripped like old paint. Had to look at you, though the embarrassment was excruciating.Â
âI didnât think you really wanted it.âÂ
And it sounded stupid when he said it out loud, really stupid, but it was the truth.Â
âWhat?!âÂ
You really needed to hear him say it again. That he didnât think you wanted it, even though you had explicitly asked. Even though you had sometimes tried, feebly, to insist. Â
âI...âÂ
But he didnât say it again, looked as though he couldnât. Looked as desperate as you felt. Â
âWhy do you think I would ask, I would offer, if I didnât want to actually do it?âÂ
âBecause you give. Youâre... Youâre nice to me.âÂ
âOh, fuck.âÂ
And you took a deep breath, tried to blink away the tears, sent them rolling down your cheeks instead. Â
âYoongi, what the fuck?âÂ
You saw him move, inch away just slightly, and you remembered who you were dealing with. Because he was Yoongi, your Yoongi, and he was warm and soft and sweet and funny and smart and you loved him so much that you forgot sometimes he still hated himself. Saw his denial now not of you but of his own desires. Remembered how long he had spent silently loving you without asking you to so much as hear a confession. Remembered how close you had both come to absolutely nothing at all, his disbelief overpowering his belief and his heart and his hope. Â
You could see it from his side. See what he was trying to do, even if it was madness. Even if it was wrong. You could feel him retreat even now, tucking himself back inside his tortoise shell. Â
âIâm so-âÂ
You didnât let him finish, would not let him apologise. You kissed him, tasted the salt of your own tears between you, leant into him, let your arms wrap around him and pressed your lips to his, to his cheek, to his hairline, to his jaw.Â
âYoongi, I love you.âÂ
âI know,â he replied, but you werenât sure if he really did.Â
âIâm glad you think I'm such a nice person and everything, but I promise, Iâm not offering out of the goodness of my heart. Iâm asking because I actually want to. Like, really want to. Like, really enjoy myself and want you to enjoy yourself and want us to both enjoy ourselves together, yâknow?âÂ
He nodded, couldnât quite hold your gaze. Â
âIâm serious. You need to know that I want to fuck you, ok?âÂ
And you laughed, though you were trying not to, even if it did feel a little ridiculous, having to convince your boyfriend that you wanted to have sex.Â
He nodded again.Â
âYou promise Iâm not a bad lay?âÂ
And you watched his face flick through shock and outrage and a kind of disbelief that become laughter. Â
âYou are not a bad lay, I promise.âÂ
âAnd what about blowjobs?â Â
âAlso good.â Â
âYou promise?âÂ
And you sat yourself in his lap, legs straddling his hips, sinking yourself low, pressing against him.Â
âI promise.âÂ
âWhat if I say you have to prove it?âÂ
His head cocked to the side, playful, squinting at you, and you didnât think that it was over, that he was suddenly convinced now, but with the burden of Being Terrible at Sex lifted off you, you felt not only lighter, but the deep, heavy, familiar drag of desire raise its head.Â
âProve it?âÂ
You shifted your hips again, deniably but definitely, and put your lips to his ear.Â
âProve that you like it when I suck your cock.âÂ
His hands gripped you tightly; you felt the bob in his throat when he swallowed as you pressed kisses down his neck and a stirring in his boxers that you sank even lower to press yourself against.Â
âIâll prove it if you prove that you like it when I fuck you.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
*Â
You were late up that next morning and Namjoon greeted you both from the back porch.Â
âHey, a little request: could you maybe be louder when you fuck? Suri and I are actually sleeping a little too well.âÂ
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