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sleepyangelkami · 4 months ago

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COSTUME s.winchester

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SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - this is my first ever time writing about sucking dick, please be nice to me, i'll cry.

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you had to dress up as an FBI agent with the winchester brothers. you felt stupid in a costume but luckily for you, sam really liked seeing you in a skirt.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral(s!rec), no p!v sex, size kink, praise kink, fingering, slight manipulation, reader lowk flexible, cum eating, messy sex, squirting, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"come on, y/n, we gotta go!" you heard dean's not so gentle knock against the bathroom door as you slipped on your last mary jane shoe.

you weren't usually chosen for tasks like this.

usually, it was the winchester boys that did all this kind of thing, you know, fraud? you were usually just the researcher, sitting in the motel room as back up, with a laptop perched on your lap or sitting in baby, the key inside and waiting to be their getaway car.

you weren't really hands on when it came to being a hunter.

you never really had to go out into the real world for much. but this particular demon was snatching girls, twenty something year old girls about your age and appearance. the brothers thought it would be best if another girl accompanied them when investigating the missing girls' roomates and not two six-foot men dressed in suits.

dean's head turned as the creaky bathroom door opened. "I feel stupid."

his eyebrows raised to the tips of his forehead, a look of shock passing over him as he cleared his throat with a breathy laugh. "wait 'til sammy sees you." you just gave him a confused look before grabbing the pretty pink purse that sat on the bed. "aah-ah." you look up at dean confused. "kind of ruins the whole FBI vibe, don't you think?"

you eyed the purse in your hands.

it was a little bag, hardly able to hold anything other than your phone and your lipgloss, not that you ever had to worry about holding your wallet when you had the boys around but nonetheless, a card was wedged in there too.

it was pink with darker pink flowers on it and a ribbon attached to the strap. sam had gotten it for you after a case that you worked particularly hard on.

but dean was right, it didn't fit the whole 'FBI vibe' so you sighed and placed it back on the bed, passing the man an unhappy glance.

sam was outside, sitting in the passenger seat of the infamous impala named 'baby' by dean. he'd packed and started the car, waiting for the two of you when you caught his eye.

or should he say, your outfit.

you often wore pretty little sundresses or blouses and skirts paired together with a pretty cardigan drawn over you. but this? This seemed awfully different to your usual attire.

the white blouse was a little too low for comfort and he could tell by the way you were pulling it up over your cleavage that you agreed. your black pencil skirt was high, too high with a pair of long black stockings that stopped just above your knees paired with the infamous mary janes that you wore with almost everything.

sam was staring.

"what are you wearing?" was the first thing he asked when you and dean got into the car. "what is she wearing?" he turned back to dean.

you owned the stockings and the mary janes before hand but the rest of the outfit? it'd been dean's job to pick it out (which was no wonder you looked like... that.) "dude, she has to play the part."

"yeah of an FBI agent not some sexy stripper cop." sam spoke, exasperated.

"thank you!" you beamed from the back seat before your eyes furrowed. perhaps your boyfriend hadn't been complimenting you at all.

sam passed you a glance through the mirror but was more focused on blaming his brother. how could he let you go out looking like that for everyone to see? how could he make sam watch you while his pants tightened and his bulge was on show?

you thought the interviews went smoothly. you sat down with most of the women. the college women who's roomates had gone missing. dean was too busy fraternizing with the college girls to care about the case anymore and sam... well sam had seemed a little distracted from the beginning.

he couldn't rip his eyes away from you. you sat so perfectly, pieces of hair falling into your face as you nodded and sympathised with the women, asking them questions and jotting down notes onto a little notepad you had found in the backseat of baby.

sam was staring at you, at the way he could see the outline of your boobs down your shirt or the way your plush thighs protruded from the fabric of your stockings.

he was in awe.

it was hard to focus on anything other than you, which is why he had to excuse himself to talk to the headmaster instead of being stuck in a room with you, too close.

he was your boyfriend, it wasn't as if you hadn't done things with him before. on the contrary, you did... many things with sam before. but this was borderline unprofessional, the way he let his thoughts run.

he could imagine sliding his hands beneath your skirt or listening to your little gasps when he touched your skin, barely grazing it. you were so easily led like that, so audible and obedient. he could imagine unbuttoning your shirt slowly, with you sat on his lap while whines fell from your lips, whimpers following shortly after.

he needed to stop thinking.

or better yet, he needed to fuck you until the thoughts stopped.

dean decided he was going to check out the last spot that the college girl had been taken, assuring you both that he wouldn't be back before dinner. but the wink he shot his younger brother told him that he was merely giving you both alone time because he was no stranger to the look in sam's eyes.

and this was when sam got selfish.

honestly, the motel wasn't that far from the college so you and sam opted to walk back. the air turned brisk and for a split second, sam was about to offer you his jacket, the way he always would.

he thought it was rather adorable, watching the way you nuzzled into the jacket that was far too big for your frame. he was six foot five after all, you drowned in anything he let you wear.

but he found himself feeling selfish. he selfishly liked the way your perky breasts looked in that pretty blouse and the way your plush thighs could be seen peeking out from between the skirt and the stockings. he couldn't stop looking, couldn't tear his eyes away and stop his imagination from roaming.

so he let you walk back to the hotel, keeping a slight distance behind you so he could watch your body as he pleased, the only sound between you two being the click-clop of your mary jane heels as you walked home.

when you finally got inside, you felt yourself sigh in thought.

sam had been acting awfully quiet since you'd left and you'd begun to worry that you'd done something to upset him.

perhaps the outfit was too revealing, perhaps he wasn't okay with it.

you turned, an apology already on the tip of your lips. "sam―"

before you could utter the words, sam had grabbed you. his lips pushed into your own, a kiss filled with no passion or love, you could taste nothing aside from thick hunger, half a growl from inside his throat.

you whimpered into the kiss, taken by surprise. you felt him grab at you, one hand slid up your back, the other grabbing the back of your head and a fistful of hair along with it. again, a noise escaped you while sam was mindlessly kicking off his shoes, guiding you towards the bed.

to say you were surprised was saying the least, you hadn't expected this.

when he sat you gently against the bed, he finally broke the kiss. you looked up at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips while he tugged his suit jacket off, not bothering to take off his tie completely but only loosen it so it didn't hang so close to his neck. perhaps now he could finally breathe.

your eyes followed him curiously as he bent down, eyes never leaving yours while you stayed sitting on the mattress. you felt his hands pawing at your legs, slipping your mary janes from your feet. his hands gently rubbed at your sock-covered feet, a little reminder of his gentleness, despite the roughness he was suddenly using on you.

his fingers trailed upwards, following the little sewing thread between the fabric of your stockings. when his hands reached the top, he snapped the fabric back, leaving it snap against your thighs. "you're keeping these on." he uttered, he didn't sound like he normally did. he sounded as if he were pent up, desperate for relief. and he was.

you just couldn't seem to understand why.

"sam, why are you―"

you were cut off. "you're jus' so pretty all dressed up, honey." sam was towering over you as he stood, his large hand falling on your face, practically taking up a whole cheek as he cupped it. "'n i was hard all day thinkin' about this. you do wanna make me feel good, don't you, sweetheart?"

he watched as your eyes seemingly got rounder. "i wanna make you feel good, sammy." you caught your bottom lip between your top teeth and he could tell you were being honest, so honest.

willing to do anything to make him feel good, his sweet sweet girl. he would have cooed at you had he not been busy using his thumb to pull your bottom lip from beneath your top teeth. "don't do that, baby." he watched as you nodded silently. "good girl, i'll give you something to wrap those pretty lips around, don't worry."

he could see your face slowly building a flush, that kind of blush that had him reeling. he liked when he got you like this, all flustered and squirming. which you were, squirming in your seat with your thighs pushing together.

sam was well aware that if he were to reach up your skirt now, he would find a little wet circle sitting on your satin panties.

but instead, he used his hands to pull his own trousers from him. they were sitting tightly on his hips and when he finally pulled them down, you could see his bulge sticking out from his black boxers.

you gulped, hands playing together in your lap. you wanted to look back up at sam but you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from him, too engrossed by his dick to think of anything else.

"'s how i felt all day, sweetheart." his voice was a whisper now. "you were teasin' me 'n i couldn't do anything about it. do you know how mean that is?"

your eyes snapped up to his, filling with this red glassiness. "w-what?" you didn't want to be mean to sam. he was so good to you, always making you feel good, you wanted nothing more than to be good to him. "'m sorry sammy, 'm really sorry."

"awh, i know, baby." his thumb swiped against your cheek, playing around with your face as if you were dough, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "you just wanna be my good girl, yeah?"

you nodded quickly. "mmhm, wanna be your good girl, sammy, 'm sorry. 'm really sorry."

"i don't know, you were very bad today." his constant teasing as only making your panties wetter, that tone he was using on you, the one that he knew got you all flustered. "if i give you a second chance, are you gonna be good?"

"uh-huh, 'be so good, sammy, i promise. please, ill be good." you were begging now, eyes as big as saucers and lips wet.

he didn't bother pretending to think about it, he just leaned down, so far that his face was in line with yours, lips against your ear as he softly whispered the words, "then get onto your knee's 'n show me."

when sam winchester told you to do something, you did it, no questions asked.

you'd touched him like this many times before, you on your hands and knees on the mattress while he stood on the ground. he thought it was the most comfortable spot for the both of you, seeing as he was so big.

you did as you were told, moving so you were on your hands and knees against the mattress. your hands moved up to his waist, eyes snapping to his. he watched you intently as you brought your lips to his clothed cock, pressing a pretty kiss against it before using your fingers to pull down his underwear.

you did it without fail every single time.

every time he had you on your knees with his cock in your mouth, you started off with that pretty kiss to his boxers. there was something sickly sweet about it that had his eyes already rolling backwards. it was almost an innocent and naive act of love towards him, laced with lust.

you were on just your knees now, pushing his boxers down with no help from him. his dick sprung free and you could see an idle line of precum dripping down his shaft. instinctively, your hand moved up, thumb swiping the precum and smoothing it over the head of his dick. the act alone caused a grunt to leave his lips.

as pretty as you looked, all curious and ready to take your time, sam simply wasn't having it tonight.

he was too pent up from your silly outfit and his own mindless thoughts that he couldn't help it.

his hand fell to the side of your head, cupping it as he guided it forward. you knew what he was asking and you wasted no time in sticking out your tongue and licking a kitten lick up his shaft.

"fuck," fell from his lips. "good girl." mumbling as your tongue swirled over his head and your mouth wrapped around his dick. sam was a huge man and his dick was no exception to that. he was huge, too big to fit in your mouth but you pushed him in anyway, only covering a little more than half.

sam knew he was big too, he couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he looked down at you, struggling to fit his size into your mouth. his hand slowly guided your head further onto his cock, letting your lips wrap around him completely, your saliva coating him. it wasn't until you gagged that he knew this was as far as you could go.

so he pushed you a little further, anyway.

you brought your head back out then in again, bobbing it as you tongue swirled against him. you were no stranger to sucking sam off but every time you did it, you found yourself getting nervous. you wanted to be good for him and you were doing your upmost best.

his pretty thing.

"fuck, baby, you're doin' so good f'me." and sam knew exactly what effect his words would have on you. "mmph, look so pretty with your lips around my dick, sweetheart."

you couldn't help but moan on his dick.

and his lips quirked into that sickly sweet smile.

he knew how easily you got wet, how all it took was just a few words and you were a moaning, whining mess. sam thought you deserved a little more for all you were giving him than just a little praise.

and like said before, sam was huge so he reached over, his torso towering a little above your head and his arm reached out, soothing down your lower back.

this wasn't the first time sam had pulled something like this. you knew what to do, stomach sinking onto the bed as you rolled your ass into nothingness, wanting to create some kind of friction while your mouth continued to slowly melt around him, licking and sucking, eyes closed as one hand pumped the part of his dick that your mouth couldn't reach.

you felt his fingers tracing the outline of your satin underwear, pulling up your skirt so he could gain access.

you made a noise of complaint, knowing that if he touched you, you wouldn't be able to focus properly on touching him. sam only used his free hand to push your head onto his dick and make you gag again.

he liked watching you fall apart, especially with his dick stuffed in your mouth.

he loved watching the way your body had to bend for him to be able to stick his fingers into your gaping whole, watching as you desperately rolled your hips, wanting him him him. you wanted to feel him. taste him. smell him. he was all consuming, you wanted him to take over your every sense.

and he always did, without complaint.

you were wet, undeniably so, he could feel it through the satin material that he pulled back, getting access to your aching pussy. "there you go, sweetheart, tha's it." while easing two fingers into your hole.

you felt like a slut.

he had you completely and utterly full.

"'s that nice, baby? y'feel so warm." both with your mouth against his dick and your soaking wet hole. "you're so pretty for me, you know that, angel?"

he knew you couldn't respond, only whining and whimpering against his throbbing cock. "you're my good girl, aren't you?" he felt you whine, vibrations spreading through him and he also felt your pussy squeeze against his fingers. he grinned at that. "you like that, honey? like thinkin' about how you're my good girl, yeah? all mine, baby, you're all mine."

and you really were. before sam, you wouldn't look at a boy sideways let alone be like this.

you groaned into him, ass rolling against his fingers while your own free hand moved down. you continued sucking his dick while using your nimble fingers to play with your clit.

and that was enough for sam to let out a moan. "oh, baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself while―shit―sucking my cock."

your eyes rolled back, feeling of pleasure coating you while your soft lips bobbed up and down, fingers tracing him and yourself.

"'m gonna cum, sweetheart." a warning, though he knew you wouldn't move anyway. "you gonna be a good girl 'n cum on my fingers while you suck my cock, huh, baby?"

he felt you absentmindedly nod, too fucked out to think straight while feeling a familiar knot deep in your stomach.

your whines got louder and he felt himself nearing the edge. the sight of you, blissed out while sucking his cock, his fingers stuffed into your hole making you feel all full... he couldn't help but let go.

at the same time, he felt your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, wet juices sliding down his hand while spurts of squirt left your pussy every time his fingers pumped in and out of you, riding out your high.

"good girl, good girl. that's it, baby. oh fuck. yeah, my good girl. there you go." he was in awe, watching you squirt around his fingers, the wet feeling as it spurted out from your pussy, decorating the bedsheets in your juices while your pretty socks got ruined in the mess.

when he finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of you, letting you lean back as you parted your lips to show him his cum all over your tongue, spread messily in your mouth.

his hand was on your face, eyes strained on your mouth as he watched you close your lips and swallow like the good girl you were, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip.

he pushed his two fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. while your eyes rolled back, all fucked out and dumb.

"think we have some time before dean gets back, yeah?" eyes already scanning your body and letting his imagination get the better of him.

he just watched your blissed out face nod, cheeks flushed. "mmhm hmph."

he wasn't done with you just yet.

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harmoonix · 5 days ago

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Random astrology observations ~

Saturn or Neptune in the 6th/8th and 12th houses can drain/make you exhausted so easily. It takes so much mental stimulation and sometimes can even be a depressive placement

Air Mercury like9s to isolate from people or from being social sometimes. It's ironic for the air element to do that.. but social battery turns off

Saturn x Chiron/Venus aspects can sometimes fall in love with people who are not available. Meaning they're either taken or not interested

Neptune in the 1st hosue most times like to create their own reality/world as an escapism key when things turn too bad or when become too tired

Heavy Pisces/Neptune in the chart can result in daydreaming often. Of course, these are things a doctor needs to check on, but Pisces and Neptune both can indicate this sometimes

The planets Uranus and Mercury are where your inspirations and ideas come from. When you feel inspired, you can be an indicator of these planets being activated in your chart

Venus can represent cheating just as it represents love. But also, the 5th house is associated with infidelity, too. That's why ppl with mercury or gemini in the 5th house can often be the victim of a love triangle or lover rejection

Leo/Scorpio/Libra and Aries in the 5th house usually tend to have a big libido, and that can result in the native having a big dating pool

Earth Venus placements can be seen as the top most loyal placements. I remember writing this too when I had a thing for men with Taurus Venus. That thing is gone now.. but still

People with the sun in the 6th house/sun at 6° 18° people want your advice on certain things. Is it important for them to know your opinion

People with the moon in the 9th and 12th houses can be good at doing shadow work/healing practices. Shadow work can help a lot

Virgo Mars natives are quite picky (and reserved) when it comes to their dating life. They are very committed to their relationships, nonetheless

Pluto in the 2nd house natives might develop a big fear of losing their control/losing their possessions, Pluto in this house is extremely satisfied by money

Eros (433) in earth signs can end up putting their relationship before anything else. They focus on their needs and their partners! They are also so good at caring/taking care

This is more of a less known fact, but you can get so attached to people who have their south node in the same sign as your moon or Venus. Will also make it hard to detach from them (yk in case they're toxic or something)

Saturn Retrogade in your chart can affect your mental state by the fact that everything needs to be organized and in order

Venus x Neptune aspects, it is true that these natives will be delusional about their true love, but they can feel love at a very deep level as well. Because as many others they love with their soul

When the sun transits your 12th house, can you feel invisible during that time, feeling like people don't get in contact with you anymore and isolating yourself

The sun in your chart can also be the source of your happiness, depending on the house and aspects and ofc the degrees .

An earth moon is probably the best placement that indicates you are fully able to control your feelings. Stable emotions and full of serenity

Capricorn Placements worry so much about the future, and that can affect their mental health. Especially Risings, they always stress about things they don't know

Jupiter Dominants are also deeply aligned with the universe since Jupiter tends to be quite spiritual and a master at evolving into better

Water Signs over the 2h or 3rd house have a magical voice. Siren/Aries vibes, falling for their voice or their words. Their voice tends to be deep and sensual too

8° 20° degrees on Venus/Mercury know how to charm people with deep words. They may also possess a sensual voice

Water Degrees on your ascendant 4° 16° 28° 8° 20° 12° 24° can indicate a native with a peaceful energy, calm and pure native

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novelistwriter · 1 month ago

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The Light of Gotham

DP x DC Prompt

One of the very first cases Bruce took on as Batman had given him something he didn't know he needed.

He was looking into a cult that was causing trouble for the city. The GCPD was also investigating it, and they weren't on the best of terms yet, so he went out to deal with them.

What he saw was a gruesome sight. Blood, guts, and body pieces everywhere in the place the cult was holed up of the members of the Cult. But the thing that got the most attention was the baby crying on the pedestal in the middle of a drawn magic circle. When he approached the baby, it stopped crying and began to coo and reach out to him. This baby, seeing Batman, someone who puts the fear into grown men, isn't afraid of him, as if the baby knows that he's safe with him.

Bruce's first thought was to get the baby out of there and see if someone could take the baby. But he paused that thought process when he looked back down at the baby in his arms. The baby had a light in his eyes staring at him, touching his face and being happy whenever Bruce paid attention to the little boy. Right then and there, that baby boy became Daniel "Danny" Wayne.

His cover story for the baby was that it's his and an ex's child from when he was studying abroad. They kept in contact as friends. It was only recently that he was told that she was pregnant with his child. Sadly, she passed away after giving birth.

When Bruce took in Dick, the kid grew attached to his younger brother. Jason took some time, but even he grew attached to Danny. Tim became part of the family when Danny became friends with the Drake heir at a Gala. As Danny got older, his little smart brain (and cuteness during his younger years) helped Gotham prosper.

Talia had confronted Bruce about Danny right before Damian had been sent to Bruce for care.

Elsewhere, the Ghost of Time and the Queen Regent watch the new life of the Ghost King. His previous life as Danny Fenton ended on a bad note, rejected by his parents and attacked, his core nearly shattered, but Clockwork promised a new life for the Halfa King, and his new life is indeed happier than his life as a Fenton.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcu #dp crossover #ghost king danny #dp x dc prompt #batman

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velmiraa · 2 months ago

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SYNASTRY NOTES

Disclaimer: These are just my observations. If they don't resonate with you, simply read and move on.

Mercury compatibility is one of the most crucial factors in synastry. When your Mercury placements are in a square aspect, even casual conversations can quickly turn irritating, with both partners reacting in unexpected ways. For example, a Virgo Mercury might expect their partner to analyze, comment on, or even critique what they say, while a Gemini Mercury may simply brush it off with a “move on” attitude. This mismatch can leave the Virgo feeling frustrated. Squares between Mercuries tend to be easier to navigate when mutable signs are involved; with fixed signs, however, the clash can be much more intense.

When Mercury placements form a quincunx aspect, the two individuals often struggle to understand each other. They may offer perspectives that are entirely unfamiliar to one another, but a natural, intuitive connection remains elusive.

The Mars-Moon conjunction in synastry is often overrated. Although there's undeniable physical attraction, the Mars person can end up irritating the Moon person, turning even small disagreements into fiery battles. Of course, the specific signs involved can influence this dynamic, but generally, the intensity can be challenging to manage.

A Lilith-Sun conjunction in synastry tends to bring out the shadow side of your personality in the other person. I've observed this aspect in couples who had anxious-avoidant attachment struggle and they had Lilith-Sun conjunction as double whammy! It’s fascinating to see how closely psychology and astrology can intertwine in this case.

When one of your personal planets forms a conjunction with the South Node in synastry, it creates a sense of familiarity and often leads to rapid intimacy. There's a natural comfort and ease that emerges from these connections.

Soft aspects between Moon placements are among the best in synastry. They create a feeling of being at home in each other’s presence and lead to a deep, intuitive understanding of one another’s emotional needs.

Juno is often underrated when it comes to a man’s natal chart. Since Juno represents his ideal partner, and men tend to approach marriage with a rational mindset, it's natural for them to choose someone who aligns with this placement. For instance, one of my ex-partners had Juno conjunct my Sun, while another had it conjunct my Ascendant—while I had no major Juno connection with them.

Placements in the 2nd house can be especially telling if you value material security. Whether you’re attracted to the idea of financial stability or you’re a self-proclaimed “gold digger” (no offense), checking out your 2nd house synastry is worthwhile. It’s particularly promising if he has key planets like Jupiter, Mars, the Sun, or Venus positioned in your 2nd house.

If a man has a stellium landing on your Venus, it’s a strong indicator that you might be his dream girl. Such an alignment can make you unforgettable to him for a long time.

Hard aspects between the Sun and Saturn suggest a power struggle. Saturn demands obedience, yet the Sun naturally resists, leading to frequent conflicts. Whenever the Sun defies Saturn’s authority, the reaction from Saturn can be notably harsh.

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petrichoravis · 2 months ago

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But you peeked right over somehow | s.r

summery: your disbelief in love has always held you back from a relationship with Spencer, but you think it's time to be brave now.

word count: 2k

warnings: reader is avoidant and makes some weird decisions, but, like, be nice to her please, she's scared; mentions of avoidant attachment style, toxic relationships (someone having made r feel stupid and worthless in the past) and of parents fighting, but nothing detailed; reader is also mentioned to be drunk once, but it’s in past tense and it’s really just the word mentioned. English is not my first language.

a/n: the pictures are obviously no indication of how reader looks, they are just there to make this all look pretty and aesthetically pleasing. I've tried my best not to describe any physical appearance of reader. reader means a lot to me, I hope you’ll like her. Also, the gorgeous!! dividers are not mine, all credits to @/enchanthings-a on tumblr. The title is from 'circling' by tiny habits

You didn't believe in love—not the one in the movies, anyway. Your sad attempts at it have always ended with you feeling lonelier than before and your parents… well, let's just say they're not the best example either. So you built the walls higher and higher, placing brick upon brick, so no one would be able to look over them.

Until you met Spencer.

He has nested himself between the bricks like wisteria and has been so impossibly stubborn, but so kind about it, too. Never asking for more than the few fleeting moments you had. To the point were you weren't even sure if you wanted to rid yourself of him anymore.

You had met him at a reading of your favourite book a few years ago. You had forgotten your book on your seat and he had ran out and handed it back to you, a white piece of paper with messy handwriting in black ink slipped in between the pages. I like your taste in books, maybe you could recommend me some:). it had said, with his number on the bottom.

You had been friends for a while after that, because you always blocked his attempts of turning what you had into more.

Until one drunken mistake on your side turned into two and the two of you decided that: friends kiss, right? (Well, you decided it, Spencer was just happy to go along with whatever you were most comfortable with.)

For a while you convinced yourself that whatever you were feeling—the butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart was racing every time he touched you—was just lust. It was easier than admitting that you were falling hopelessly in love with him.

So when you woke up this morning, in your bed with him sleeping next to you, you couldn't help but watch him. The way the soft morning light, shining through the silk curtains, drew shapes onto his skin, the way his brown curls framed his face. You just hardly resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, your hand curling into a fist so hard that your nails dug half-moon shapes into your palm.

You got up after a few moments. Quietly, so you wouldn’t wake him. He landed in Virginia late after a case, but still decided to come over to your apartment, because he had forgotten something there. You ended up, self-sabotagingly, inviting him to stay the night and now you were here; with an angel in your bed and a devil on your shoulder.

You tip-toed into your kitchen, finally being able to breathe a little louder. Leaning onto the counter, hanging your head, you felt pathetic. This wasn't how things go for you, normally. You didn't pine and, even worse, yearn (you gagged at just the thought) for men like you were right now.

Then again, Spencer was far from normal.

And because of that, your heart was racing and you caught yourself, more often than not, at the bookstore in the classic section, asking yourself if Spencer had that copy of war and peace already. He probably did.

You scoff at yourself. Maybe you just needed to go to the club again. Cleanse yourself of this feeling. Forget about him and his stupid brown eyes, the way his hands feel when they— Stop.

"Are you okay?" A sleepy voice asks from the doorway.

You turn slowly. Spencer was still in his oversized gray sleep shirt, the fabric worn-out and thin. His hair a mess of brown, soft curls. God, get it together.

"Yeah," you mumble, "just…headaches."

He steps closer, careful, as if not to startle you. "Do you need anything? Ibuprofen?"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you."

He nods, but his eyes search your face. It’s clear that he knows something is off—he's a profiler, after all. He smoothes his hand over your wooden counter top and you wish so badly that those calloused hands were running over your skin instead.

"Breakfast?" You croak, already turning around and rummaging the cabinets for two mugs.

A hand finds your wrist, turning you around with a gentleness you're not sure you deserve. You pull away quickly, as if his touch burned you.

He frowns a little, but doesn't comment on it. "I'd love breakfast," he pauses, "Can you talk to me? Please?"

His idiotically big puppy-dog eyes and the way his hand feels on your skin makes you want to kiss him stupid.

So you do, impulsively. Kissing him was so much better than answering his questions and he might forget, as a good side affect—

Spencer pushed against your shoulders gently, untangling your lips from another after indulging for a short second—he was just a man, after all.

He knew that you were only kissing him to distract from the topic at hand and he also knew, that he would forget about this conversation too quickly if he let you.

"Not that I don't love kissing you, but something is bothering you and I want to understand what it is. So can you please talk to me?"

"About what?" You try and he looks at you, disbelieving.

"Come on—" he says your name, and it's so soft, "You've always been careful with the idea of an relationship with me, but it's been getting worse. You tense up every time I touch you and tip-toe around me. I just want to know if I did something to upset you. I want to fix it."

Your skin is crawling with his rejection of the kiss and you can't help the words of defensiveness bursting out of you. "You can't always fix everything, Spencer. I'm not just another case to solve."

Spencer doesn’t even flinch. "I know you're not. I'm sorry, my wording was off. I know something happened to you in the past and you need it slow and that's okay. I never pushed and I'm not pushing right now, but I want to understand what it is, what's going on in your head."

He was being so, so kind. You felt like crying. "Nothing! Nothing is going on in my head, just—" You feel like an animal in a cage, ready to chew off your foot to get out of the trap.

Spencer lets his hands drop from your shoulder to his side again, knowing you well enough to know that touch may not be comforting to you right now.

The gesture grounds you, reminds you that you are talking to kind, gentle Spencer, that he is only worried about you. So you try to reel back, trying your best to be just as kind, to be deserving of him. But you're a viper full of venom and you're sure you might never be able to purge it from your body enough to ever deserve him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, looking down at your miss-matched socks.

"It's okay. I understand." He's not sure what to do. An aggressive UnSub was nothing in comparison to you being uncomfortable and him being unable to help. "We don't have to talk about it. We can eat breakfast and I'll tell you about the stars again."

His lips quirk a little as you laugh, even if it was just the smallest sound, it was something.

"No, it's okay. I—" You have been knocking on Spencer's door and running away before he could welcome you in for too long. You have decided that you're ready to pass the doorstep now.

Your therapist has advised you to get out of comfort zone more, anyway, and if Spencer leaves after this conversation, at least you can go back to not believing in love. "I figured I had to tell you at some point. If I really wanted this to be a thing."

You gesture between the two of you at the last part, voice dropping to a quieter tone and you look up at him though your lashes without lifting your head.

He looks surprised. That's okay. You'll just laugh and pretend it was a joke—

"Yeah," he steps closer, brushing hair out of your face, "if that's what you want. I’m not forcing you to."

"I know you're not." You sigh, closing your eyes as his fingertips brush against your jaw. "Truth is, nothing really happened. I guess I've just had rotten luck in love."

The hair tie you're wearing on your wrist is suddenly so interesting and you chew on your lip to have something to do with your mouth, otherwise you'd just blurt out everything he wants to know.

"My parents have been fighting more than they haven't since I've been really young. Nothing too bad, but it was obvious that they weren't in love. I doubt they ever were."

Spencer doesn't say anything, choosing to let you finish without comment. He knows what's coming, he's been through it, too. Parents who fight, relationships that fail, never feeling loved in the way the movies show you. It can make you feel hopeless.

"I was a late bloomer, I guess. I've had my first relationship at twenty-two. Not that I cared, I had convinced myself that I didn't want love at that point, anyway. So when I did find it… I was elated. I thought, yes! finally it's my turn. Well, they hurt me quite badly, made me feel bad for everything that I didn't know, like—like they were better than me. Maybe they were, I don't know, it doesn't matter."

Ouch. Spencer thought. No one deserves that. Much less you. His hands find your wrist again and his thumb slides over your pulse point.

"They're not." He says with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe him. "Someone who makes people feel bad for trying to learn things is not, in any way, better than the person who is trying."

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I— yeah. It's whatever. It just hurt in that moment."

You do that a lot, Spencer notes, pushing your feelings onto your past-self like they don't affect you now, when he knows they do. Or else you wouldn't be here.

"I did go on a few date after that," you continue after a short pause, "but I kept myself locked away pretty tightly. Never let it go further than the third date. A few years later, when I let someone else in, it got quite toxic, quite quickly. From both sides. We were dependent and avoidant at the same time. They were just…they showed me off a lot and were so gentle and kind, but I realised after a while that it was just their way of making sure I stayed. And I…I started feeling trapped and accused them of some pretty messed up stuff. We didn't make it really far after that."

Tears start building on your lash line and you look at the ceiling, begging them to stay buried. That was your tell, Spencer knew it too well. He brushed his thumb under your eyes.

"You don't have to." He murmurs.

"I'm almost done." You promise and look at him for the first time since you started the story. "I didn't have any serious relationships after that, just…harmless flirting, but I was too scared to let myself fall again. I never felt loved enough, I guess…or I was just selfish and greedy."

Spencer shakes his head. "You deserve the love you want." Ducking his head, he makes sure you're looking at him. "That's not selfish."

"I think I did." You whisper with the shyness of a high-school kid, eyes searching between his. "Find it, I mean."

The corners of Spencer's mouth lift into his wonderful smile and for once in your life you know you've said the right thing.

"Lucky me." He answers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him gently.

"Yeah. Lucky." You breathe out, wrapping your arms around his waist. It was clear that you don't quite know just how lucky someone must be to have you in their life and Spencer was going to work hard to make sure you will.

You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Thank you." You whisper.

"Don't thank me yet." He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head. You melt into him at his words, as if his stupid joke had a magical soothing effect. Of course you'd thank him. You won't stop thanking him for being him until you were six feet under.

"I'm sorry for snapping. I just—"

"Don't. It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself to me." He says, earnestly, into your hair.

"I know I don't. It wasn't fair of me, though."

"Maybe. But better unfair and raw, than fair and polished. I want you, un-performing."

You sigh into his shoulder. Being open was hard when you've been burnt for it before and you knew there was much to overcome, but you didn't doubt one bit, that you could overcome every hurdle with the help of Spencer. Step by step growing on your walls together. Wisteria and ivy.

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cloudcountry · 2 months ago

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SUMMARY: when your favorite member of their house isn't them.

WARNINGS: kaito's gets a little intense!! but its very canon typical. subaru is a little manipulative ngl.

COMMENTS: i am STILL getting used to writing these guys so i am sorry if they are out of character!! please have mercy!!

Jin’s scowl is more sour than usual. He storms up to his room and slams the door shut, jamming his hand in his pocket in search of his cigarettes. The last thing he needs to see right now is you with Tohma, hanging off his arm and making small talk about how lovely the tea smelt and how good he was at chess. Rage twists and burns in his stomach but you’re the last person he wants to take it out on. Even if Tohma will forever hold your affections, he doesn’t want you to think poorly of him. He thinks it would rip him apart.

Tohma isn’t certain what you see in that first year with the silly blonde hair that follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy. Kaito can’t protect you when worse comes to worst, he can’t stand up for you the way Tohma can. He knows it's underhanded, throwing jabs at his poor underclassman, but he can’t help it. Not when it comes to you. Perhaps, one day, you will see how foolish this is and come running into his arms.

Luca respects the captain a lot, and he knows you do too. It doesn’t give him any bad feelings until you see Jin and call him over, your feet dragging you toward the captain and away from him. Luca thinks you may take one, two, maybe three steps away from him, but you walk until Jin meets you and then you turn back to Luca, beaming at him in a way he’s never seen before. Oh, he realizes, you must like Jin quite a bit to have a smile reserved just for him.

Kaito’s one job is to defend your honor, to keep filthy no good men away from you! After all, he’s the only one you should be considering going out with, and any other man couldn’t treat you like he can! So why...why do you look so happy with Luca? What has he done wrong? Is it his cowardice? His lack of money? Was he not calm enough for you? He sees the way you blush when Luca compliments your hair, brushing his fingers over your cheekbone sinfully. It’s not fair, it's not fair! That should be him touching you like that!

Alan thinks his first years have some real potential. He’s glad you’re taking such good care of them, especially Sho. Actually...you seem quite attached to him. Alan briefly wonders if it’s his food truck, and that’s why you’re always eating food with him, but he realizes that that is very much not the case when he catches the two of you smiling and laughing on Vagastrom’s couch. Sho’s arm is slung over your shoulders and you’re leaning into him, smile never faltering. You’ve never looked at him like that.

Sho doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t know why you’re hanging around Leo so much. Of course, he knows he’s only saying this out of petty jealousy, since he’s been friends with Leo since forever, but doesn’t that give him the right to complain at least a little? What does Leo have that he doesn’t? Did you like his followers and fame? He tries his best to grit his teeth and focus on his food, but the sound of your laughter rings constantly in the back of his mind. This sucks.

Leo has never been so emotionally charged in his life. It’s embarrassing honestly, how you cling to Alan and bat your eyelashes at him like he’s actually worth your time. The captain isn’t smart, he isn’t sharp in the slightest and you’re acting like he’s your savior. It makes him want to gag every time he sees you two, your arm linked with his, a dusty blush on his cheeks as you squeeze him closer. Gross, he can’t believe you feel comfortable touching him like that in public. It totally doesn’t bother Leo at all!

Haru knows better than to get in Towa’s way, and frankly, he wouldn’t dare. You two are precious together. Whether you’re dating or not he doesn’t know, but Haru does know that out of everyone in Jabberwock, you are absolutely the closest with Towa. He’s happy to see his friend happy, really! That’s enough for him! He just wishes that you would respond to his texts as fast as you respond to Towa’s...

Towa is alarmed, first and foremost. The interloper? Do you like him? Is it romantic? Is he your soulmate? Oh, no...Dandelion, you can do so much better, he promises! Ren won’t be able to give you half the things Towa can offer you. He isn’t embarrassed to be by your side or shower you in affection or work hard for your sake! He’d do anything for you, and oh does he mean anything.

Ren thinks it’s disgusting. You’re enamored with Haru. He’s caught you two holding hands, quite literally skipping through the meadows with Peekaboo while he sits inside, hunched over his phone. He scoffs, tearing his eyes away from you and your shimmering smile, and tries to kick the sound of your laugh out of his mind. He is, unfortunately, unsuccessful. Ren throws his head back and groans, searching his brain for any reason why anyone would like that boundary breaking clown of a captain. He comes up with nothing. But then again, the list of reasons why you would like him is about the same, is it not?

Taiga isn’t bothered. He’s always unbothered, if you ask him. That’s why when he sees you fawning over Lulu, he doesn’t bat an eye. Yeah, he’s a pretty guy. If anything, you have good taste. He doesn’t want to be treated that way, though, least of all by you, because that would be such a headache and he doesn’t need to deal with you all the time...right. Right. This is how things should be, of course.

Romeo is infuriated. It’s unthinkable that you would choose to admire that bossy first year over him! He calls you into his office time and time again, bringing up meaningless tasks for you to complete and it should be an honor to serve him! However...the second your phone rings you snatch it up with pure glee on your face and excuse yourself, cooing Ritsu! into the receiver with so much affection it makes him sick. Who do you think you are!? Fico is not to be ignored!

Ritsu tries not to feel too upset, watching you with the captain. It’s ridiculous to think that someone who regularly blows off his work and insults him would catch your eye! Of course, he respects the captain...and he needs his signature so he can protect him if a case does arise...but at the end of the day, that has nothing to do with you! Ritsu does not know how to classify his emotions, so he simply stiffles them, having no need for soft squishy feelings. He needs to be sound and logical at all times, lest bias take him by storm.

Subaru’s heart aches. When did you start getting along so well with Zenji? When did he become your favorite person? Subaru thought you two were getting really close after he told you what his stigma was, and he was so happy to have someone who didn’t care about any of it. He was elated to have someone who wanted to be his friend, but ever since you’ve started to see Zenji that’s been taken away from him. He doesn’t like the stabs of jealousy that pierce his heart, it makes him feel evil, so won’t you come back and fix things if he looks at you with all the heartbreak he can muster? Won’t you come back to him?

Haku doesn’t mind, honestly. Sure, he might make a few comments about you and Subaru being close, and if you were perspective enough you could definitely pick up a bit of sadness from his words, but he’ll never be upfront about it. He’ll still tease you, flirt with you, say suggestive things just to get you wound up, but it’s not the same anymore. Not when you find your home at Subaru’s side, leaning into his during assemblies, leaving Haku’s side cold and empty.

Zenji thinks it’s beautiful, watching love bloom between you and Haku. It’s a new source of inspiration for him! You, and your beautiful eyes, your soft smiles, your bright laughter, and before he knows it his inspiration is only you. He feels guilty, confessing to Haku that he is finding so much creativity in you, and Haku is so easy and patient and kind to him. Zenji doesn’t think Haku gets it, but maybe he does. Maybe he does, and isn’t bringing it up for a reason. And so Zenji aches, showering you in compliments tenfold, being unable to hold all of his affection inside lest he burst.

Edward agrees that Rui is very helpful. You seem to praise him a lot, and such praise is deserved, even if Edward likes to act like he doesn’t recognize what Rui does around the dorm. It’s Rui who resets his YouTube password and fixes the WiFi when it’s down. It’s Rui who cleans up his room and makes those delicious drinks. And apparently, as you have been so kind to divulge to him, Rui is also very sweet to you, always giving you compliments and making you special drinks to suit your exact preferences. It’s interesting. Very interesting.

Rui playfully winces every time you shoot him down, saying that you’re spending time with Lyca today or that you’re eating lunch with Lyca or that Lyca invited you to go for a walk with him. Rui, to his credit, bites his tongue when you turn on your heel and leave him standing there. He loves the thrill of the chase, the allure of someone who plays hard to get, but he knows that isn’t what you are. You’re someone with romantic feelings for a guy that isn’t him.

Lyca is concerned, to say the least. Edward isn’t the type of man you should be hanging around! He’s old and dusty and a total flirt, which makes him all the more filthy in Lyca’s eyes. No, don’t hang off his every word with that smile of yours! Don’t praise him for being brave! Don’t help him to bed when he starts to cough, he’s faking it! Ugh, why don’t you ever listen to him anymore...? Lately that moth-eaten Casanova has been taking up all of your time, and Lyca really doesn’t like it...

Yuri’s brow is wrinkled with frustration that, for once, does not come from working his ass off for days on end. It comes from you, chattering away with Jiro and praising him for his accomplishments. It makes an ugly monster in Yuri’s stomach twist and he knows it’s jealousy, knows it’s bad for him and his research. He slams his hands on the table and commands that you leave in a fit of anger. You look startled, then upset, then you yell something back before storming from the room. He slumps down in his chair, head in his hand, and fights back the tears that follow.

Jiro doesn’t mind, honestly. He’s just there to help Yuri out wherever he can. It makes sense that you adore Yuri so much, he is really smart, just like you say. You tell him he’s pretty and Jiro watches Yuri fumble, cheeks turning pink. It makes Jiro smile, seeing Yuri so happy, even if he doesn’t quite understand why a small part of him feels upset. Maybe you should call him pretty too, and then that feeling will go away.

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sakurapandadreams · 9 months ago

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⪩⪨ ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT 3

Please take all of these predictions with a grain of salt I'm not a professional astrologer.

And here's my masterlist

NATAL OBSERVATIONS

☀️ Neptune trine Pluto can also have exceptional psychic abilities [except they keep dismissing their abilities as mere coincidence]

☀️ Most dancers in many kpop groups tend to have Aries Sun or prominent Aries placement in their chart.

☀️ Pisces Moons tend to overdo their confidence, trying to hide the insecurities they have deep down.

☀️ Pisces Sun's are also good at manifesting provided they know that their good at it.

☀️ In many cases if you and your siblings have opposite rising signs you may look completely different from each other.

For example : If your a Taurus rising and your siblings is a Scorpio rising you both will look so different people can doubt your even siblings

☀️ Debilitated moons can signify unhealthy attachments towards the mother.

☀️ During your birth if your Moon left its previous sign and just entered its next sign, again you guys could also share the qualities of both those signs.

For example : Moon left Capricorn and just entered Aquarius you can have the traits of both Capricorn as well as Aquarius.

☀️ Check where you have Aquarius in your chart you feel like an outcast more in that place.

☀️ Capricorn risings are so much interested in crime documentaries, murder mysteries, solving criminal cases.

☀️ Pluto in the 3rd house can get bullied when young, being bullied for your intelligence, people considering you dumb hence they can also have trouble communicating their feelings with others most will keep to themselves.

☀️ Mars in the 7th house [men] tend to like women who are ultra feminine.

☀️ Venus in Leo in 8th house tend to get in laws that have a higher social status than them.

☀️ Leo Moons look up or learn from their mothers more than their fathers. Their mothers are also quite controlling and dominating towards the child as well as the natives father.

☀️ Mercury - Pluto aspects have a harsh way of talking sometimes they don't want to come off as rude but they still do. Often times whatever they say is incorrectly interpret or misunderstood by people.

☀️ Same goes for Mercury Square Saturn except these people have mastered sarcasm, they aren't blunt like Pluto rather sarcastic.

VEDIC OBSERVATIONS

☀️ A person having Rahu in Bharani nakshatra may end up evoking a desire in the opposite gender unintentionally.

☀️ 3rd house Ketu 🤝 never running out of hard cash.

☀️ Also if your 1st house lord sits in the 7th house then that can at times give you a low self esteem same goes for Sun in the 7th house.

☀️ Purva Phalguni moons tend to have a good childhood but they have to adjust and sacrifice alot in their married life.

☀️ Also Purva phalguni moons [women] tend to love their spouse more, but that love isn't much reciprocate.

☀️ Purva Ashada Nakshatras are so good at teaching and also at research work. In group projects they end up giving excellent ideas. They also get the due recognition for the work they do.

☀️ Many a times if you have a Nakshatra that shares itself with two signs you can have qualities of both those signs in you [Chitra Nakshatra shares itself with both Virgo and Libra].

☀️ [Now this is my opinion and it can be wrong but still ☺️] I feel all signs attract envy in their own way, Scorpio and Leo's attract alot because their ruled by such fiery planets like Mars and Sun.

☀️ If Mars is aspected by Rahu or in conjunction with Rahu it can also give a person tendencies to doubt their own strengths and talents.

☀️ Hasta Moons or Rising both are soo good at drawing, mehndi, creating best out of waste, handicrafts, hand embroidery. More than cooking their good at cutting vegetables and decorating dishes. Also great at hairstyling. However they can be great dentists and surgeons as well [They get less credit for this]

☀️ Shravan Nakshatra is one of the most intuitive nakshatras, their another walking lie detectors.

☀️ Uttara Bhadrapada gives you blessings for the good karma you did in your past life.

☀️ Sun as your darakaraka can also give you a husband who would often show you off to others.

☀️ Ketu in the 7th house doesn't mean one won't get married they can get married but they will stay away from each other, like having jobs in two different places [long distance marriages].

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jude-duarte-wannabe · 8 months ago

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Charles jealousy smut please!

my own little devil

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i am a charles girl so i may have gone a little feral while writing this, so apologies in advance <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; charles leclerc x female fwb reader

blurb; your devious little plan to make charles jealous and regret leaving you high and dry the previous night goes wrong.

warnings; biting kink, rough sex, a speck of breeding, spit, dirty thoughts, wall sex, google translated french, semi public sex, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, oral fem!receiving, possessive behavior, choking, mentions of pregnancy, dom!charles. [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] lemonade; possessive vodka shot; rough sex tea; semi public doppio; wall sex chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry" croissant; "don't you dare" pancake; "no, we can't, not here" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" boston cream pie; "fuck, it's dripping down your legs"

currently playing; jealous by nick jonas "cause you're too fuckin' beautiful and everybody wants a taste, that's why i still get jealous"

it was all his fault, at least thats what you told yourself when you came up with this devious little plan in the first place, that it was charles's fault for up and leaving before you'd been able to cum around his cock last night.

he'd showed up at your place around two in the morning tipsy and in a grump from having lost the race earlier in the day begging you to make him feel better and so naturally since he was the best fuck you'd ever had, you let him have his way with you but his way last night was utter fucking torment.

he enjoyed, no he loved seeing you beg and he was hoping you'd be begging tonight down on your sweet little knees but you had decided that, that was not going to be the case, you wanted to be the one to have him on his fucking knees for a change.

you knew deep down that this dress would do the trick, the red satin hugged your figure, attaching itself to each and every curve of your body and the bra you wore pushed your boobs so far up that they could fall out of your dress with one wrong move, you looked like a sin; that was all charles was capable of thinking the moment he saw you walk into the club, his own personal little devil.

when you brushed past him on your way to the bar, your fingers grazed across his crotch and the slight gasp he let out made you smirk "you are playing a dangerous game douce fille" charles whispered to himself as he watched you go, hips swinging with every step, charles couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, desperate for a taste.

charles was fine with letting you wander about the club showing off for him but what he didn't like was you showing off for all the other men there as well with your ass practically hanging out the bottom of your dress, you were his and he wasn't gonna let another guy lay a hand on you, so while he let you have your space, he found his eyes traveling over to you every now and then just to make sure you weren't getting into any mischief.

but little did either of you know, mischief was heading your way. when you felt a hand brush across your back so close to your ass as you leaned across the bar to take your drink from the bartender, you smirked thinking it was charles coming to claim his prize for the night but oh how you couldn't have been more wrong.

as you looked behind you, you made eye contact with a man that just radiated fuckboy energy "please don't touch what isn't yours" you mused quietly and he held his hand's up innocently like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar "relax just wanted to get to know ya, i'm brad" you couldn't help but roll your eyes, brad what a classic fuckboy name.

after a thought you decided he was harmless since you had no intention of flirting or going home with him tonight, so you decided to indulge him a little and so you sat across from one another at the bar, slowly sipping at your individual drinks.

charles had only taken his eyes off you for less than two minutes and when his eyes sought you out, he saw red.... seeing you sitting across from a man at the bar, he wasn't happy and despite you deciding to be a little tease with your choice of dress tonight he trusted you like he had never trusted any other girl before and so he let it go until he watched the guy slip his hand onto your thigh, caressing the skin like he owned you but he didn't, charles did and he was going to make sure that this prick fucking knew that.

"let me get you another drink" brad asked, hand still running along your thigh, little did he know that if he didn't remove it soon he would no longer have a hand and if the intimidating presence behind you didn't give away the fact that brad was fucked, the hand that soon wrapped around your throat should have been a dead giveaway, charles tilted your back to look into your eyes "don't you dare" he practically growled.

"you say yes and i will not be gentle with you" brad's hand slipped from your thigh "i didn't know you were taken" brad stated, trying to defend himself "i'm not" you mumbled, still gazing into charles's eyes and as your words hit his ears, he tightened his grip around your throat.

"lets go" he growled, pulling you off the bar stool and into the bathroom of the club, you'd barely made it in the door before charles pressed your back into the cold tile wall, his hand once again wrapping around your throat and holding tight as you struggled against his hold "stop wriggling" he demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little tighter causing black spots to form in front of your eyes, as he watched a tear slip from your eye he eased back a little loosening his hold but not completely letting go just yet "your mine so all those guys can fuck off and leave you alone"

"i'm not yours" you reminded him and he gave you a look that told you that you'd picked your words poorly "yeah, well i'm going to fucking make you mine douce fille" and with that he dropped to his knees, hiking your dress up and around your hips, he dragged the fabric of your panties to the side drooling at the sight of your wet little pussy, if you asked charles in a public setting what his favorite thing about you was he would say your eyes but if you asked in private, he wouldn't even give you a verbal answer and instead just drop to his knees in front of you.

"no, we can't, not here" your fingers tangled in his soft locks, pulling at it to try and distract him from his current mission of wanting to eat your pussy until your legs gave out around his head and your whole body was trembling from his touch but your words met deaf ears as he spit into his hand before rubbing his fingers along your folds, grazing your clit with every pass he made.

"your fucking crazy" you whispered as a shiver ran down your spine due to charles's touch on your clit but also at the idea of being caught in such a compromising position in public, oh how you could see the headlines now.

"FERRARI'S GOLDEN BOY CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC TRYST!"

it was only a few seconds before charles's mouth attached to your pussy, licking through your folds to suck up every last drop of the juices you were currently leaking all over his pretty little face like an alcoholic who'd gone far too long without a drink.

his fingers gripped tightly at your thighs making sure to leave little bruises that he could kiss better later. when he slipped his tongue inside, you shuddered above him, hands pulling at his hair but he never ceased, this man was starving and he was going to feast.

you couldn't help but gently rock your hips against his tongue which caused his nose to brush against your clit causing the most gorgeous friction that had you tilting your head back as a low moan slipped past your lips, fingers tugging at his hair as he smiled against your folds continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved.

you were reaching your peak and fast, you always did when charles ate you out like this, you hips began to move faster against his tongue chasing the pleasure he gave you but right as you were on the edge of pure bliss he pulled away and the sight you saw as he gazed up at you was down right erotic, his cheeks, lips, nose and even chin wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva, the perfect mix in his mind.

his pupils were wide and his mouth hung open as he panted, his warm breath hitting your thigh as he gently nibbled at the skin sending even more shock waves zapping up your spine, he scrambled up your body, hands pulling at his belt desperate to get his hard aching cock inside of your tight little cunt.

"why'd you stop" to say you were pissed was an understatement, he was not about to leave you high and dry again "i'm sorry" he rushed out, he knew that if he was to keep lapping at your dripping wet pussy like the feral animal he was any longer that he would cum in his pants right then and there.

"i was going to cum in my pants" he chuckled, connecting his lips to yours for the first time that night, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his kiss was sloppy and desperate causing spit to coat both of your faces.

when you pulled away you couldn't help but smile at the sight, charles cheeks were flushed and warm from the heat radiating between your bodies, his eyes wide and your lipstick was smeared across his lips and chin "so fucking pretty" you murmured, thumb running over his bottom lip as he pulled his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

you squeaked as he picked you up, practically manhandling you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged in without warning causing your head to slam against the wall behind you "fuck" you gasped "be gentle" but he was far from gentle in this moment as he thrusted in and out of you at an unnatural speed that had your head spinning.

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom in that moment and catch you, you'd have looked like a pair of rabbits in heat from the way you were going at it.

you couldn't help but bite as his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin and drool soaking his shirt in an attempt to keep quiet but the sound of his hips slamming against yours would give you away before any moans did, the sound was wet and sticky as your hips slammed together.

a sharp pain hit you as charles fingers threaded through your hair and tugged forcefully so that he could kiss and bite at the delicate skin of your neck, marking you has his own personal fucktoy, no other man would ever fucking touch you again, not on his watch.

"you wanna come inside me joli garçon, you want me to make you a daddy" charles groaned against your shoulder at the words you whispered in his ear, a million fantasies coming to mind in that moment but pushed them all down in order to focus on you and the pleasure he was making you feel.

when he felt your pussy clench around him, his hips came to a halt, body shaking with pleasure as he released ropes and ropes of his sweet hot cum deep into your tight pussy that still clenched around his cock, milking him dry.

charles's lipstick stained swollen lips pressed against yours as you swallowed eachothers moans, his hand snuck down and started to rub at your clit, pace fast and rough, he was desperate to make you cum around him and when you finally did, juices gushing around his cock, he couldn't help but cum again at the feeling.

when it was all over he pulled his head from the crook of your neck as you both panted "holy fuck" he breathed out "that was the best fuck we've ever had" he darkly chuckled.

"i never knew you were a biter" you giggled which caused your pussy to clench around his cock again, a small shot of cum shooting out.

he slowly and gently let you down and as he kneeled down to pull your dress over your butt, he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a stripe up your thigh "fuck, it's dripping down your legs" his tone of voice told he was proud of the work he'd done.

he had fucking bred you and god did he want to do it again and again until it stuck and you were round and pregnant with his baby.

"your fucking mine now you petit diable"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words "little devil huh"

oh yeah, you were his own personal little devil and a fucking hot one at that.

"yeah, my little devil" he chuckled, lips pressing against yours sloppily once more, you both couldn't help but smile against eachothers lips,

"lets get the fuck out of here" he suggested, tangling your fingers with his own "why, you going to breed me again" you joked not knowing how fucking right you actually were.

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Winter Sun - Masons POV

Note - I miss my winter sun babies so much 🥺 like they’re just perfect for each other and this is the perfect warm up for me to get into summer rain 🤭 hope you all enjoy this lil look into masons messed up mind 🤭 feedback is appreciate as always 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 10.4k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Masterlist

How Mason found himself outside of Ben's bathroom door in the state he was in he’d never know.

It had been a weird evening by all accounts, back in London for a night out for his birthday with his favourite people and he knew he was done for as soon as he’d seen you. You’d always been pretty to Mason, but almost untouchable in his eyes even though no one had told him you were. He figured the best friend of his best friend's girl crossed some sort of line and he always made sure he never went there.

Tonight was different though. You’d shown up to Ben's house dressed to the nines and he felt his resolve crumble as the night went on. His protectiveness for you coming out in full force as he watched random men try and put their hands all over you and he couldn’t help himself from stepping in to save you.

If anyone would be touching you tonight, it would be him.

That was the beginning of the end for Mason. Not wanting to take his hands off of you all night and even when you’d all returned back to Bens there was something inside of him that made him not want to take his eyes off of you either. The alcohol swimming through his veins only fueled the fire and before he knew it he had you in the palm of hand on the bottom of Ben's stairs. Your perfect pouty lips just centimetres from his but he knew he didn’t want to kiss you there when someone could quite easily see you both.

So here he was, stood outside the bathroom he knew you were in with his hand poised to knock. He knew exactly what would happen if you answered, what he wanted to happen, but he couldn’t resist you in that bloody dress anymore and he needed you to satisfy more than his sweet tooth.

'Hello? Who's in here?' Mason called, knowing exactly who was in there but he thought he’d check just in case. Your voice making his tummy churn as he heard you walk towards the door.

'It's me'

'Hi me' he chuckled, his breath almost catching in his throat as you finally revealed yourself and he didn’t miss the way his heart thumped in his chest.

'Hello you' you laughed as you opened the door and he felt all the blood in his body rush south. He kept his cool though and followed you inside, clicking the door shut and meeting you by the sink. 'Missing me already?'

‘Maybe. Missed looking at you in this dress at least' Mason sighed. Placing his hands on your hips as the urge to touch you in some way was overwhelming and as you caught eyes in the mirror he could tell you were trying your hardest to act like his touches weren’t driving you crazy. The realisation only spurring Mason on ever further to try and make you crumble.

'Oh yeah?' You giggled, the sound making his chest tighten.

'Mmhmm' he teased, squeezing your hips unconsciously as he was losing his resolve second by second. 'I mean you always look good but I like this one a lot'

‘I'll make sure to wear it more often then' you told him quietly but Mason was done listening. Wanting to attach his lips to you at any point he could so he gathered your hair to the side to reveal the soft skin of your neck.

Mason could tell you were watching him in the mirror, peppering kisses up and down your soft skin and he knew the effect he was having on you. Unfortunately he realised too late the effect you were having on him and when you sent him a cheeky smirk in the mirror he know he was done for

‘Easy there, big boy’ you laughed, but Mason just buried his face in your neck before the need to see your face took over and he flipped you round to see your shocked face and wild eyes looking into his.

‘I’ll show you big boy’ he whispered but he didn’t even realise what he was saying fully as all Mason could focus on was how close your lips were to his as he imagined what you tasted like.

He wasn’t wondering for long though, the pair of you leaning into the other so you could finally seal the deal and one touch of your lips would be the end of everything for Mason.

Mason had lost you somewhere just before boarding the plane and after spending some time looking for you he was just praying you were already in your seat when he got there. Wondering if you’d had second thoughts and had fled but as thankfully he saw you sat in your seat as soon as he turned the corner and his heart finally settled in his chest.

‘You sure you’re fine sitting next to me? I bet Woody is missing you’ he heard you mumble just after he’d popped his bag away and sat down but that was the last thing he wanted.

‘No, don’t be silly, I made sure I was next to you. I know if I was next to him or one of the others I’d wake up to a mouth full of peanuts or something’ he joked, trying to ease the nerves and tension a little bit and he felt triumphant at the small smile on your lips.

‘Well I’ll try and keep my nuts to myself’ you joked, the line so unexpected from you that he couldn't help but laugh out loud but clearly it wasn’t enough to put you off the scent that everything was fine with him. ‘You sure you’re okay?’

He couldn’t stop playing with his fingers, a nervous tell of his and he knew you’d picked up on it straight away so he’d have to be honest with you. ‘I’m not the best flyer. I might not be the best company unless you can think of a way to distract me’ he confessed and your shy smile made him melt.

‘Well that’s perfect cause I’m not the best either’ you laughed, and his heart squeezed. If you were nervous then he was ready to put aside any fears you had in order to make you more comfortable as the only reason you were sat next to him was because of his own doing.

‘We can distract each other then’ he offered and you nodded back sweetly. Your soft eyes making him fuzzy and he couldn’t decipher if his nerves were from you or the fact he was about to be chucked up into the air.

As soon as Mason was pushing himself inside of you, he knew things wouldn’t be lasting much longer. He was so turned on from everything that you’d been up to tonight and watching you please yourself that he was closer to the finish line than he realised.

How you could ever think you weren’t sexy enough or that Mason wouldn’t like what he saw was beyond him. From the moles and freckles that were scattered across your already tanned skin, to the curves of your waist and hips, there was nothing about you he didn’t like and as you wrapped your arms around him whilst his hips drove into you, he couldn't hold back anymore.

'Shit shit shit' he spat, trying to think of anything other than how good you felt wrapped around him so he could maybe hold off what was about to happen, but he knew it was too late. Pulling himself out so he didn’t finish inside of you so quickly but with it all happening so fast he simply spilled himself onto your tummy.

There was no other word for what he was feeling other than embarrassment. His skin felt hot and sticky and there was no way he could look at you right now, but the sound of your gentle voice was pulling him round.

‘Mase?’ You asked quietly. You thumbs ever so gently stroking his skin in an attempt to comfort him and when he finally looked your way he felt his heart race. There wasn’t an ounce of judgment in your expression, just concern for you as as your eyes flickered over his features

‘Fuck I'm so sorry I couldn't hold it' he laughed. Trying his best to deflect and move on but just like always you were smiling at him softly and making him feel like it wasn’t a big deal.

'Mase it's fine-'

'No it's not, Jesus Christ' he interrupted, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You can tell it's been a while huh' he laughed awkwardly, grabbing his shirt so he could clean you up a bit and he knew he was rambling now to deflect even more. 'There you were worrying I wouldn't like what I saw, you're too attractive clearly. My dick can't take it’

'What about last time' you laughed, referring to your little escapade on Ben's sink but little did you know you’d almost ended up with the same fate there. He’d just been saved by the amount of alcohol that was running through him.

'I had whisky dick last time. Normally I can't even get it up when l've had that much to drink so the fact I fucked you is actually pretty impressive I'll have you know' he laughed shyly before slipping down next to you. The fact you hadn't gotten up and walked out was enough for him to think maybe he hadn’t fucked all of it up and all he could think about was making up to you as quickly as he could. 'Look just lay back so I can finish you off, yeah?'

'You don't have to'

‘Well I do. Won't leave any of my customers unsatisfied with my service' he winked, a strange look in your eyes at his choice of words but it was gone as quickly as it came and when you began to laugh he felt a bit better.

'Mase that's gross' you told him he was done talking. Leaning forward so he could press his lips to yours whilst hooking his leg around yours to keep them apart before plunging his fingers into you with no prior warning.

Even though he’d gone in pretty aggressively by his standards he didn’t want it to end that way. His favourite thing was watching your face as he pleasured you so he slowed it all down straight away and watched the way your body shuddered in delight. 'Mase, p-please’ you stuttered, grinding your hips down onto his hand and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched you in complete bliss.

'What is it, muffin?'

'Faster please'

'Oh I don't think so' he whispered, leaning down so he could place a kiss on your lips. ‘Remember last time? I said I wanted to take my time with you but we couldn't. So I'm gonna take my time with you now okay?'

'Okay' you nodded, agreeing with him instantly and he was so in his feels for you in that moment he was ready to kick things up a notch.

The fact you were sat on one half of a double sun lounger made Mason happier than it should have. Were you saving the other half for him? Or were you just sitting there because it was next to Carly? No matter the reason he knew he was claiming the spot next to you so he made his way over quickly in hopes you were wearing a ridiculous small bikini but he was left disappointed when you didn’t even so much as look at him as he made his way over.

You knew you were meant to be keeping things on the down low but this was completely the other way. Wondering if you were just engrossed in your book and you hadn't seen him coming over so he figured he’d say hello and see how you reacted.

‘Morning all’ he chirped, his eyes only on you and he felt his tummy sink as you sent him a quick smile before going back to your book.

Not wanting to cause a scene he flopped down next to you. His hand on your thigh so he could get your attention but the reaction he received was definitely not the one he was hoping for.

‘What are you doing?’ You whispered, you tone short and sharp and he could tell you weren’t in the mood for his antics at all.

‘What?’

‘Don’t, people might see’ you told him, moving your leg so his hand dropped onto the cushion with a thud and he felt his heart fall along with it.

‘What’s wrong?’ He gulped, wanting to get to the root of the problem straight away as he’d never seen you like this before and the little frown on your face was killing him.

‘Nothing, I’m fine’

‘Did you sleep okay?’

‘I said I’m fine’

‘Y/n, I grew up in a house full of women. I know fine doesn’t mean fine’ he tried. Hoping a little humour would ease the situation but it was no hope. Your face set in a scowl and he knew nothing he could say would make a difference right now.

‘I just wanna read my book’ you told him lowly and he knew to leave you to it then. His last comment may have been a bit of a joke but under the surface it was true, growing up with women in the house had taught him a few things and he knew better than to stay and badger you so with a quick nod he stood up and made his way to the pool in hopes a few laps would take his mind off of everything.

What did I do? He thought to himself as he swam a few laps. The only thing he could think of was he made a stupid throw away comment last night when he was nervous and was feeling stupid after everything that had happened anyway, but you’d seemed fine in the blink of an eye so he just didn’t know. Eventually coming to a halt and the opposite end of the pool from you so he could perch up and look out to the town below.

It wasn’t long after that he could hear someone walking towards him and he knew straight away it was you. Watching you sit yourself down carefully so you could dangle your legs in the water but he kept his eyes away from you until he knew for certain you were looking at him.

He could see in your eyes instantly you were still upset but when you reached for him he felt his heartbeat quicken. Your fingers finding their way into his hair as you pulled him in between your legs and he wrapped his arms around your thighs carefully. The feel of your skin on his settling him more than he realised and when he peered up at you his heart leapt at the soft smile on your lips.

‘Sorry Mase. I didn’t mean to be moody’ you told him quietly and he was smiling instantly.

‘S’okay. Are you alright?’ He asked. Wanting to let you know straight away it was fine and not to worry about anything and even though he wanted to push so he could find the root of the issue, he didn’t want to set you off again. There would be loads of time to talk things through properly so he kept it in his mind but knew he wouldn’t push you anymore for an answer.

‘I’m fine, I promise’ you reassured him, your fingers scratching over the back of his head lightly and making his skin tingle but he kept his cool as your eyes were still on him. ‘Maybe I should have stayed in bed a bit longer, huh? I’ll be fine after a nap’

‘You’ve only just woken up’ he laughed and the smile you sent him back felt like it lit him up from the inside.

‘Hey, naps can be taken anytime of the day’

‘Very true’ he giggled, squeezing your thighs gently as he couldn’t help himself. ‘Let me know when you’re taking one, I’ll join you’ he told you but he couldn’t say much more. The feel of your fingers on his back making his mind a little fuzzy but as he looked up to you again he could see you looked a bit concerned.

‘Have you put sunscreen on?’ You asked him but he shook his head. The truth was he was so excited to come out and see you he’d just chucked his shorts on and ran without thinking of anything else but now you mentioned it his skin did feel a little hot. ‘Come on, I’ve got some let me help you’

‘You don’t wanna come for a swim?’ He asked. Hoping he could get you in the pool and hold you for a bit but he noticed the fear in your eyes as you shook your head.

‘No thanks, water’s not really my thing. You should be thankful I’m even sat here’ you laughed but he knew there was more to it than simply that. He left it though, not wanting to make things awkward again, simply leaving a quick kiss on your thigh before he swam back slightly to let you up.

Mason had seen the little pop of orange poking out from the neckline of your shirt while he was munching on your breakfast but he wasn’t prepared for what he was about to see when you got fully undressed down to your swimwear on the boat.

All he could think about was the comment you’d made to him a few nights prior, that he may not like what he saw once you had your clothes off but looking at you right now he was pretty certain he would only ever like looking at you for the rest of his life. Your body was perfect to him, he’d always admired your figure with your clothes on but seeing you with nothing on was all he could think about.

He’d noticed you waited until everyone had gone before you’d got undressed properly and as soon as you had he couldn’t stop his mouth running away with him.

‘I’m sorry, what the hell are you wearing?’ Mason asked quietly when it was finally just the two of you and he noticed your face drop straight away. It wasn’t his intention to upset you or make you feel self conscious and he felt his tummy drop along with yours as he realised you might have taken his joke seriously. Wrapping your arms around yourself defensively and he cursed himself at the way his words had affected you.

‘What do you mean?’ You asked quietly, keeping your eyes down but when Mason took a hold of your wrists so he could uncross your arms you finally looked him in the eye.

‘You don’t make this easy for me Muffin, you know that right? How am I meant to act like I don’t wanna fuck your brains out every time I look at you when you’re gonna be walking around like this all day’ he told you with a smile and the last minute of awkwardness was worth it just to see you finally cotton onto the fact he he liked what you were wearing too much rather than too little. ‘I mean what even is this?’ He laughed, fingers gripping the material that hung on your hips and he had to stop himself ripping it off of your frame and taking you right then and there.

‘It’s a sarong’ you whispered, shivering as his hands began to wonder as he pleased and made their way up the split in the thigh so he could hold your soft skin. ‘I didn’t wanna walk around in just a bikini all day so it's just a bit of a cover up, that’s all’

‘Well it's making me lose my mind’ he told you quietly, pulling you closer to his body so he could hide his face in your neck. ‘You’re so sexy and you don't even try’

‘You can talk’ you laughed, and Mason could feel his cheeks begin to burn as this was probably the first time you’d admitted out loud you found him attractive. ‘You think its easy for me watching you walk around with just those little shorts on?’ You laughed, and Mason laughed into your neck as he shook his head slightly. Too shy to look at you in the moment. ‘Let’s just try and keep it in our pants, yeah?’

‘I’ll try’ he huffed, pulling back to look at you and he knew your smile grew because you’d noticed his pink cheeks and he was racking his brain to try and change the subject a little bit. ‘Will you help me with my sun cream?’

‘Of course’ you whispered. ‘Go save us a spot and I’ll be over in a second’ you told him, and with that he walked away trying to think of any excuse he could use to get you alone later.

It was all that was on his mind as he was trying to enjoy himself. Thoughts of the feel and taste of you overwhelming him as he tried to act natural and when the idea of you pretending you were sick struck him he was quick to tell you about his ideas. You seemed a little unsure but like always Mason managed to talk you around it was only half an hour later when he shard your musical voice quietly full his ears.

‘I think it's just a little bit of sea sickness, I’m sure it’ll pass’ he heard, knowing this was his in and he was over in a flash whilst trying to suppress a smile.

‘Have you had enough to drink?

‘I’m not sure’

‘You look pale as anything’ he told you, placing a hand on your forehead and making a concerned face. You felt fine and he knew you would but he was ready to ramp it up and try to get you alone. ‘Maybe I should take you inside for a bit, grab you some water and we can stay out of the sun until you start feeling better’

‘Yeah okay, I think that’s for the best’ you told him and he could tell you were trying not to smile as he helped you up and walked you over to the opening that led to the inside of the boat.

‘You two gonna be alright?’ Mason heard Dec call from across the boat and he wasn’t ready for someone to question him. His mind racing as he thought about what to say but but his mind was full of you and he wasn’t even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth anymore.

‘Yeah, she’ll be fine. I could do with getting out the sun for a bit anyway’ he told him, walking further out of sight. ‘You guys carry on and we’ll be back when she’s alright’

As soon as you were out of sight around the side of the boat he saw you erupt into giggles. Clearly quite pleased with yourself that you’d managed to fool everyone but all he could think about was the little flash of your bum he could see as he walked behind you.

‘I can’t believe they fell for that’ you laughed quietly as you opened the door and the excitement of getting you alone got too much for Mason as he reached out to tap your bum gently.

‘Come on Kate Winslet, i’ll sort your Oscar out later’ he teased but as you made it downstairs he noticed your face drop as you looked around.

‘We can’t just do it out here. What if someone comes down to check on us? They’ll see everything’ you asked but Mason was already two steps ahead as he looked towards the bathroom in the corner. ‘You can’t be serious’ he heard you laugh from behind him as he walked over but he was more than serious and was willing to have you wherever he could.

‘This is our only option, come on it’s fine’ he laughed, opening the door and ushering you in and taking a seat on the loo so you’d hopefully get what he wanted. ‘I know it’s not the height of luxury but I’m desperate’

‘I suppose it’s something I can tick off my bucket list’ you smiled and he thanked his lucky stars you were playing along with it. Watching closely as you started to take your bikini bottoms off, but it must have been written all over Mason's face that he wanted you to keep the rest on as you stopped there and waited for him to make the next move.

Not wanting to waste any time he quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs to free himself and he noticed the way your eyes flew down to look there immediately. Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he smirked back at you and he couldn’t wait any longer to have you.

‘Come on babe, you know what to do’ he teased, but little did Mason know you knew what he needed more than he did. A devilish look on your face as you licked your lips subconsciously and as he watched you drop to your knees in front of him he felt his heart beat wildly.

Please don’t sit here Mason mumbled to himself as he looked up and saw movement at the back door. He’d saved this seat especially for you but as Dec made his way over he was hoping he’d pick somewhere else to sit so he didn’t have to have another uncomfortable conversation with him.

Maybe the pair of you has pushed it a little too far today but he just couldn’t stop himself at the moment. It was like his whole existence was just to make you smile and when that blush crept over your cheeks… he knew it was over for him.

Watching your face fall as Dec teased the pair of you for being too close at dinner had made Masons tummy twist uncomfortably, even more so when you pushed your shared dessert towards so he could finish it on his own but the final nail in the coffin was watching you walk home with Carly and Ben when you should have been right next to him. Yes he had a great view of you bum this way in that little dress that had been swirling around in his mind all evening as he wondered how he’d be taking it off of you later, but that wasn’t the point. Dec had quite clearly upset you and scared you off so once you were all back at the villa he was determined to have a word with him about it.

‘Oi, in here’ Mason called quietly as soon as they were through the main door and he nodded aggressively as Dec pointed to himself. Walking them both into one of the back rooms and shutting the door quietly so he could talk to him privately. ‘You need to lay off it mate, I think you’ve really upset her’

‘But you gotta understand how it looks from my perspective’ Dec smiled and Mason wanted nothing more than to wipe it straight off his face.

‘I don’t give a shit about your fucking perspective, you’ve upset her and I won’t have it’ he snapped and Dec’s smile vanished instantly as he gulped down an awkward lump. ‘Look we made a pact, she was a bit unsure about coming away, what with it being all couples but I promised her we’d stick together and the last thing I want is her feeling uncomfortable about it’ Mason explained, trying to reference the first night the pair of you had here where he told you that you were his for the week and he’d take care of you but he knew he was stretching the truth a bit.

‘Shit’ Dec huffed. His smile vanishing as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Well now feel like a bit of a prick’

‘A bit? Mate, it took me a lot to convince her to come with everyone and I really don’t need you being like this. She’s meant to be relaxing and I can tell she feels like she’s got to watch her every move’

‘Alright, let me apologise’ Dec told you but Mason knew there was more coming from the way he was still looking at him. ‘You know mate, if something was going on, that’s alright too’

‘I know… but we’re just friends’ Mason gulped. Not even really sure why he was sticking to this story or if he even believed it and Mason knew Dec wasn’t convinced but still sent him a small nod.

‘Whatever you say man’ he smiled before patting him on the chest gently and leaving the room to hopefully find you.

Mason didn’t see you as he walked through the house. Grabbing a bottle from the fridge to take outside with him and as everyone joined he noticed just you and Dec were missing.

He could tell you looked lighter as you and Dec emerged from the kitchen a short while after. Clearly whatever he’d said to you had worked as you looked a lot happier but he just hoped it was enough so that you’d come over and sit with him. It hadn't been long but he missed your touch and since he was feeling so protective of you right now, all he wanted was to wrap an arm around you and be your reason to smile again.

There was only a second's hesitation, but his heart thumped as you headed his way and took up the seat next to him. Popping a fresh bottle of his drink next to the old one and just as he’d wanted to, he wrapped his arm around the back of you so he could keep you close before propping a soft kiss to your temple.

‘Thanks muffin’

‘Just doing my job’ you laughed but he shook his head playfully in response. He couldn’t care less if you never lifted a finger for him again, he was just happy to be next to you for now.

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ Mason heard you shriek from outside. He was inside getting the pair of you a drink each when he heard your voice and he knew something was wrong immediately. Your tone was full of fear as Ben lifted you up and began to swing you from side to side but Mason could see how petrified you were as you thrashed and kicked your legs about and it was like he was picturing what was about to happen.

The words waters not really my thing were echoing around in Mason's head as he began to run outside. Hoping he could get to Ben and stop him before the inevitable happened but as everyone started to cheer he knew he was too late, watching on as you were flung into the air before you hit the water and disappeared underneath.

Mason didn’t think, the only thing on his mind was keeping you safe and getting you out of there so he was in there straight after you. Reaching for you as soon as he could see you and pulling you to the surface by your waist, but he knew you were frightened from the way you were flailing about before you attached yourself to him fully.

The water wasn’t that deep, just past his chest so you would have been fine to stand but that wasn’t the point. It may as well have been a never ending pit to you as your legs wrapped around his body and he was trying his best to hold you up as high as he could and keep the water away from your face as you gasped for air.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’ve got you, yeah? I promise it’s alright’ he tried to reassure you. His hand soothingly rubbing up and down your back to try and calm you but he knew all you wanted was out so he began to take slow and careful steps to make his way out with you.

‘Mase’ you whimpered, booming coughs erupting from you as you clung to him even tighter and his heart ached for you. You were absolutely terrified and he could feel his anger boiling inside at Ben for putting you in this position but he put it to the side momentarily so he could focus on you and make sure that you were fine.

‘I know, Muffin. I promise I’ve got you’ he told you gently as he slowly walked you to the steps of the pool, trying his hardest to hold onto you and not let you fall in any way and as soon as you were at the top he gently let you down.

As soon as he started to pull back he knew it was a mistake. You were obviously embarrassed and not ready to show your face but when you started to cry he was ready to bundle you back into his arms and run you inside away from everyone. His heart breaking for you as he thought of anything he could do to make it better for you but before he could even try, Ben's voice hit him like a truck and he felt himself stiffen.

‘Y/n I-‘ Ben started from behind you but Mason was quick to cut him off. Instinctively holding you tighter like he was trying to protect you from him going near you again.

‘Don’t, Ben. Just don’t’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘Ben I swear to god if you don’t fuck off right now’ Mason growled, pulling you into him even tighter. ‘I mean what the fuck were you thinking?’ He roared, but the feel of you moving in his arms made him look down at you quickly and his heart shattered at your wobbly lip. Not caring about Ben or telling him off any more, he just wanted to make sure you were fine and from your face he could tell you weren’t.

‘Can we just go inside’ you whispered through your tears and that was all it took for him to lead you inside without a glance at anyone else.

He wasn't sure where to take you, but now you weren’t nestled into his neck he wanted to make sure you were fine as soon as possible so he didn’t take you far. Steering you into the kitchen in hopes no one would follow and when you made it to the island in the middle he reached down and picked you up by your thighs so he could sit you down and look at your face.

Mason didn’t understand how you could still look so beautiful even when you’re all wet and upset. Your big eyes full of tears were pulling at his heartstrings and as he was brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face his heart stuttered as your chin wobbled. Desperately trying to hold back your tears but he just wanted to let you know you were safe now.

‘Are you okay?’ He whispered, holding you by the jaw so he could get a good look at you and even though you were still crying and taking in strangled breaths you nodded your head. ‘What happened?’

‘H-he threw me I-in. I p-panicked’ you stuttered. The dull ache in Mason's chest only intensifying seeing you so worked up and upset so he pulled you into his arms and held you close. Knowing if he wasn’t holding you he was likely to head back outside and give Ben a piece of his mind again.

Once you’d calmed down he let you pull back. Dropping a quick kiss to your forehead instinctively and it was worth it to see how much you visibly relaxed at his touch. The fear in your eyes that was only there moments ago washed away with one touch of his lips and he revelled in the idea of being your comfort in this moment.

‘You really don’t like the water do you?’ He asked softly, a small smile on his lips and you shook your head softly as you rubbed at your eyes. ‘Can you swim?’ He questioned gently and you took a nervous gulp before answering.

‘No’ you whispered, and Mason knew it had taken a lot to admit that you. He had presumed as much from your conversation by the pool the other day but watching you flail about like you just had done had proved it to him. The last thinking he wanted was to make you feel bad about it though and he hoped a little teasing would make you feel better.

‘Y/n’ he sighed, praying you could hear the smile behind his voice. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know’

‘Sorry’ you chuckled but he just shook his head before pulling you back into his embrace, smiling at the way you had relaxed.

‘It’s alright. Just as long as you’re okay’ he mumbled, pulling back to look at you and as you smiled up at him there was only one thing on his mind.

‘I’ll be fine’

‘Good’ he laughed before dropping his head to press a light kiss to your lips.

He felt you freeze for a beat, only realising what he was doing as he pulled away but the smile on your lips as he pulled back was worth it. He’d quite happily break every rule in the book for you and as you peered up at him he knew he wanted to get you out of here and away from everyone today.

‘Do you fancy going out for a bit? We can head to the beach rather than hanging here, I just know if I see Ben I’m likely to throttle him’ he joked, squeezing your waist lightly and you almost looked relieved at the suggestion which he was glad about. There was so way he’d be able to keep away from you now and he’d rather not have everyone watching you both and he tried his hardest to act casual with you.

Waking up alone was something Mason had done all week but this morning it felt alien to him. He was expecting you to be there but as he looked around he found his bed empty and cold and he felt his mood plummet.

You’d probably just gone back to your room to get changed and ready for the day but he was feeling cuddly and had wanted to hold you that morning, amongst other things, but mostly he’d wanted to finally tell you how he felt.

He’d been up for a little while after you’d fallen asleep in his arms for the second time that night, just watching you for a bit as he admired all of your features that he’d taken for granted before this week. He thought you were pretty before this week but getting to know you in all the ways that he had over the last seven days had made him see you in a new light and he knew he couldn't go back to being just normal with you.

If you were willing to try with him, then he was willing to give you everything.

A quick check of your room let him know you weren’t there either and he pouted in confusion. Wondering if maybe you’d gone upstairs to start breakfast but again the kitchen was empty. It was then he heard your voice from outside and with a quick look out the window his heart dropped.

He wasn’t sure why it stung so much, watching you in the water with Chilly and Woody as they were clearly teaching you how to swim, but to Mason it felt like a huge deal. All you’d done all week is tell him how you’d never get in the water with him but there you were, happily splashing about with his best friends and after the night you’d just shared and it was sending him into a spiral.

Clearly you didn’t want what he wanted and he was in too deep now. Every single rule broken and for what? For him to be feeling everything for you whilst you didn’t seem to care and as he continued to watch you the more bitter he became.

‘What’s going on out here?’ He asked as he stepped outside but it wasn’t you who answered him.

‘Swimming lesson’ Ben told him, looking up at him nervously and Mason couldn’t understand why until he realised they hadn’t spoken since yesterday and he knew he’d have to have it out with him today.

Mason didn’t answer, just nodded his head once before walking back inside and grabbing a snack to take back to his room. He had a pretty good view of the pool from there so he could watch you for a bit but he moved away in the end, catching up with some messages as he didn’t want to think about what was going on out there.

He was jealous, and he knew it, but he shoved all those thoughts and feelings down as deep as he possibly could as he wasn’t in the right headspace to think about it right now.

He gave it a little while, hearing your door open and close just opposite and he figured you must be changing so used that as his que to go outside. He knew he was still in a mood though so sat at the table on the other side of the pool.

You’d come over to him, asking if he was okay and wanted anything to eat or drink but he’d given you one word answers until you’d walked away and if anything he felt even worse than before. Seeing Ben talk to you out the corner of his eye before he too made his way over and Mason stiffened immediately.

‘Hey mate, you alright?’ Ben asked but Mason kept his eyes facing forward.

‘I’m fine’

‘Listen, I think we should talk. You know, about yesterday?’ Ben huffed and as much as Mason hated confrontation he knew this was a talk they needed to have.

‘Yeah alright. Let’s go for a walk or something’ Mason suggested before he stood up and lead him over to the edge of the grass, away from everyone else, so they could look out to sea.

‘Listen I’m sorry for having a go yesterday’ Mason started after a beat of silence. ‘I just know she’s fucking terrified of the water, well was anyway, and I just panicked. You didn’t know and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that’

‘Yeah well I shouldn’t have done it in the first place, I just thought it was a laugh but yeah looking back it was pretty dumb’ Ben mumbled and Mason could hear how upset he still was with himself. ‘Is everything alright? You seem annoyed this morning and y/n said you were fine last night’

‘Yeah mate, I’m fine. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed I think’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll be good after a sleep’ he shrugged. Trying to use your excuse from earlier in the week and thankfully it worked.

‘So we’re alright then yeah?’

‘Course bro, we’re fine’ Mason told him, finally sending Ben and smile as he bumped his shoulder with his. ‘I think it’s just been a long week and I kinda don’t wanna go home but I also kinda do’

‘I feel you, I miss my bed but I'm gonna miss the sun too’ Ben nodded before a devious smile spread over his face. ‘How’s things with Kenny? Maybe you can meet up with her when you’re back, give you something to look forward to’

‘Oh yeah, yeah maybe I will’ mason lied smoothly. The sound of her name just hitting it home for him that he didn’t feel an ounce of what he felt for you for her and the realisation made him miserable. You were the only thing he wanted and the fact he couldn’t have you like he wanted was beginning to drive him insane.

‘She was asking about you last time I spoke to her, I think you’ve made a good impression’

“Don’t I always?” Mason chuckled, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Kenny anymore. The mere sound of her name made him realise how insignificant his feelings for her were compared to you and everything was making him miserable.

‘You fancy a game of pool volleyball soon? now y/n’s alright in the water she can join in’ Ben smiled, thankfully changing the subject but he wasn’t sure he liked this one any better.

‘Yeah I’ll see’ Mason shrugged. ‘How did you get her to do it so quickly?’

‘Cause I’m a master of the water, mate. That’s why she chose me for lessons and not you’ Ben teased and even though it was a joke it still hit Mason where it hurt. Mason wanted to be the one you chose for everything and the fact you’d left him this morning to come out here was still on his mind when he knew it shouldn’t be.

He wasn't sure why he did it, but when he and Ben made it back he went and sat in the chair he was occupying before. Not having the confidence to go and see you just yet as he knew he’d been a bit awful to you before, but when he saw you flee inside from the corner of his eye he was up and following you inside. He knew it was him that had run you off but the sound of your door slamming as he reached the top of the stairs made him stop in his tracks.

You clearly wanted to be alone for a bit and rather than upset you more, he gave you the time you wanted and went to wait for you outside.

You weren’t as long as he figured you might be, but his heart shattered when you appeared by the door again. It might not be obvious to everyone else, but he could tell from a mile off you’d been crying but the fact you’d also put a shirt on made him feel worse. Knowing you’d only done that as you were feeling self conscious as you were so upset and he hated that he was the cause.

It was a hard watch for Mason, seeing the internal battle going on in your mind as to whether you were going to come and join him in your spot but he felt relief flood him as you slowly made your way over. Plopping yourself in your usual spot next to him but you were sat too far away for his liking and he knew you needed some encouragement.

He was nervous himself as he reached for you. Scared that you’d brush him off or pull away since you’d not even looked at him since coming over but to his surprise you looked over at him instantly. Eyes sad and lips turned down in a way he never wanted to see again and he knew his voice would fail him so with a quick tap to his chest to invite you to lay with him, you were shuffling over and resting your head on his chest.

The words I’m sorry were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t verbalise them. Instead he opened for holding you as tightly as could in hopes you’d understand how he felt and he basked in the way you were holding him back just as tightly.

It was from that moment Mason told himself he wouldn’t leave your side today. It was the last day he’d be able to hold you like this, the last day he’d be able to hold you at all and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of it no matter how miserable he was feeling.

Mason was looking for any way out of this conversation but there wasn’t one. Sure, he loved talking to fans and it helped when they were easy on the eye but none of that mattered to him right now. His mind not able to focus very well as he couldn’t see you and now that the boys had vanished too he didn’t see the need to stick around. He was only talking to them to throw them off the scent as all they did was ask about the pair of you and he was trying to protect you.

That’s what he told himself anyway, but deep down he also knew he couldn’t control himself around you when you were dressed like you were. Just one look at you made his mouth water

Just like always, Dec seemed to be coming to his rescue but Mason didn’t like the look on his face. A mix of guilt and worry that made Mason stand up and raise his brows as if to invite Dec to speak but he’d badly got his words out and Mason was trying to find you.

‘I don’t think y/n’s-‘

‘What’s wrong? Where is she?’

‘Mate calm down, she’s just had a bit too much to drink and needs to sit down for a bit but I’m sure she’s fine’

‘I told you to bloody keep an eye on her. Can you get her some water and I’ll grab her’ he huffed, marching towards the dance floor and he spotted you straight away. Arms in the air as you fought to stay up straight and the only thing in his mind was getting you out from the sea of people and back safe with him.

As soon as he was close it looked like you were about to walk off but he stopped you by putting his hands on your waist and pulling you back to his body. ‘You alright?’ He questioned in your ear, feeling dumb for even asking as you quite clearly weren’t but his heart soared as you instinctively relaxed back into him.

'What do you care?’ he heard you mumble as you tried to pull away but he just held you tighter and tried to gulp down the uncomfortable feeling that was now rising up his throat. What a question to ask, he cared more than you’d ever know but he kept his mouth shut and began to pull you away from everyone else.

'Let's go sit down okay?' He told you quietly and tried not look at you for too long as he pulled you through the crowd and back to safely.

As soon as the door clicked behind him Mason knew he’d made the wrong choice. Images flashing in his mind of him rushing back into you so he could tell you exactly how he felt and apologise for seemingly ruining your whole last day together but he didn’t. He just kept walking straight into his room and shut the door behind him.

Coward.

It was the only word running through his mind as he sat on the end of his bed and thought over the last half an hour or so. Why didn’t you stay with her? Why didn’t you kiss her? Why didn’t you tell her how you felt rather than running away like a big baby?

What are you so afraid of?

Sinking back into the bed, he covered his eyes with his arm as if it would stop the tears coming but it was no use. They were burning in the back of his eyes and as his chest felt like it was beginning to cave in he couldn’t stop the first sob that broke free.

He was up in an instant, rushing back to your door to burst through and beg for your forgiveness. But something inside him made him stop as soon as he touched the handle. Only the sound of silence coming from your room as he realised you had likely fallen asleep, and it killed him to know you weren’t as upset as he was about how things had turned out.

So back to his room he went. Perching on the end of his bed again to try and stop the tears but they wouldn’t stop falling, not even having the energy to cry anymore yet still they silently fell down his cheeks.

Why did we think this would be a good idea? Why did I agree to no feelings when I already had them?

Again he was up, his chest aching with each second he was away from you but again he stopped outside your door. This time he could hear the shower going and all he could think about was you trying your hardest to scrub away any part of him that was left on you so you could forget that any of this week had ever happened.

How am I meant to stay and sit next to her on a flight tomorrow? He wondered. Reaching for his phone to quickly check flights and seeing there was one to Manchester that left before you’d be awake.

Coward

He didn’t think, just booked it and packed his things in a hurry as he figured out what he was going to say to Ben to make him believe there was any other reason as to why he was leaving early, but all he couldn’t think about was you and how you probably weren’t thinking about him.

Mason knew you’d be there but it still hit him in his tummy at the first sight of you. Thankfully you were looking the other way as you spoke to Carly so he could say hello to some others first but he knew he’d have to go and speak to you at some point and he wasn’t sure he was strong enough

Everyday for the weeks you’d been apart he’d opened up his messages with the intention of texting you but each day he gave up. What was he supposed to say?

He couldn’t about too much longer, Kenny coming into view and he knew he had to plaster a smile on and make out like he was as happy to her as she clearly was to see him. He didn’t mind Kenny, she was pretty and seemed nice enough but there was one problem.

She wasn’t you.

He knew he needed to go and speak to you, noticing you were still with Carly and that would make it a bit easier so he quickly excused himself and made his way over.

He wasn't sure what it was but when he was near you it was like he couldn’t help but touch you. Reaching out as soon as he got close to place his hand on your shoulder but it it’s was almost as if the touch of you made him ache and he had to pull away instantly.

‘Ladies, how are we?’ Mason asked as calmly as possible, leaning over to give Carly a quick kiss on the cheek just like always but you were as stiff as a board and he didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you quite clearly were so he kept his distance. ‘You alright?’

‘Good thanks, you?’ You asked him and he wanted to scream from the rooftops that he wasn’t. To grab your face and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe cause he missed the feel of your mouth on his but he didn’t. He just nodded and tried to be as normal as possible.

‘Yeah not bad. It’s good to see you’

‘You too’ you whispered but he knew you didn’t really mean it. The sad and defeated look on your face was killing him and he knew he needed to talk to you one on one no matter what you said to him. He’d been too scared to even think about it before but now he was with you he knew in his heart he had things he had to get off his chest and he’d rather speak now than hold it in forever.

That was until the sound of his name being called across the room startled you both. Looking up to see Kenny waving him over and it seemed to snap him out of wanting to talk to you. Giving you a sympathetic smile before leaving you alone and with each steps he felt his heart break a little more.

‘What you doing in here?’ Mason suddenly heard. Declan’s voice snapping him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly locked his phone and placed it in his pocket.

Mason had figured out straight away you were gone and the excuse of you not feeling well didn’t sit right with him. You’d perked right up after you’d made your pizza and he’d wondered if you were just hungry earlier when you’d been clearly upset with him, but now you weren’t fine again he knew there was definitely a problem.

‘Oh nothing’ Mason shrugged.

‘Yes you are, who were you gonna call?’ Dec asked, clearly catching a glimpse of his phone before he’d put it away and Mason felt trapped. There was no way he could lie to Dec, he’d see right through him just like always but he also knew he needed to be honest and tell someone.

‘Dec-‘

‘What? Just tell me’ Dec laughed and Mason knew he had to say.

‘I was just gonna call y/n, check she’s alright’

‘Oh for fucks sake’ Dec huffed, his face turning sour immediately. ‘You’re unbelievable’

‘What?’ Mason laughed, confused as to why Dec’s tone had changed but what he said next made his face drop.

‘I know, okay? I know about everything, she told me’

‘Told you what?’ Mason gulped and he’d never seen Dec look so disappointed.

‘Don’t play dumb Mase, I know about you and y/n and what you were up to when we were away’ Dec told him and Mason couldn’t look him in the eye anymore.

‘What did she say exactly?’

‘You don’t need me to tell you what she said, but you should know she was heartbroken when you left I and found her by the pool in floods of tears that morning. Why did you fuck her about like that?’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘And then today, letting Kenny be all over you right in front of her? It’s a dick move man. Surely you would know she wouldn’t want to see that’

‘Fuck’

‘She likes you bro, and I know you like her’

‘She doesn’t like me’ Mason mumbled. Shaking his head as his mind raced back to that final night where he’d walked out of your room and his heart ached in his chest at the memory of your face.

‘Why do you think she’s gone? She can’t stand the sight of you with someone else that’s why’

‘But she’s been so off with me’ he told him, watching Dec look back at him like he was insane and he had to look away as he felt so stupid under Dec’s stare.

‘You’re dumb as fuck sometimes. Of course she will be, you’ve been ignoring her since you left’

‘She’s not spoken to me either’ Mason fought back but he knew it was a silly thing to say.

‘Because you’ve made her feel stupid’ he exploded. ‘She told me that morning, that you had rules and one of them was no feelings yeah?’ Dec asked and Mason could only nod. His face flaming at the fact he was having this conversation with Dec right now as he wanted the ground to swallow him up. ‘She told me that she tried but you were hard not to like and she’d broken the rules cause doesn’t think you’d feel the same for her’ he told him and he felt awful instantly. He wasn’t sure why you’d ever feel like he couldn’t like you, you were perfect to him and seeing you again tonight had just made him realise how much he wished he could go back to how things were. ‘I swear to god I’ll bang your heads together if you don’t leave right now and make things right with her’

‘What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if it’s too late?’ Mason asked and he saw Dec’s face soften a little.

‘Well then you gave it your best shot’ he told him but the thought of it not going well made Masons hands feel clammy. ‘Look I know it’s been a while since you let someone in properly, but you don’t have to be scared. She’s a good girl, bro. She could be just what you need but you’ll never know if you stay here and don’t do anything about it’

‘What do I even say?’ Mason laughed and thankfully Dec was now laughing along with him.

‘Just tell the truth. It’s all over your fucking face’s how you feel about each other’ he smiled before his face got serious again. ‘Why are you trying to fight so hard against it?’

‘I don’t know’ Mason huffed. ‘In my mind she’s always been off limits. I wasn’t sure if people would be mad at us for being together’

‘Well I’m telling you now, it’s making me mad that you aren’t’

‘Okay I’m going’ Mason laughed, pulling Dec in for a quick hug before he got himself ready to leave. ‘Don’t say anything to anyone just yet, yeah?’

‘What about Kenny?’

‘What about her?’ Mason asked, confused as to why Dec was asking about her but from the sly smile that took over his face he knew he was just testing him.

‘Right answer. Go get your girl’

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The sweetest treat of all...you

feat. L Lawliet

What better way could exist then to get himself focused again, then to have the sweetest treat of all to himself? His sweet maid that was devine in every way.

Hello together, in this short story you are a maid from L. And well idk for some reason I just really craved something like this xD so I hope you enjoy, this is btw my first kinda smutty thing I wrote so here we are ☠️ and I suck in proof reading lol.

MDNI

Warnings: It's smut, oral sex (f recieving), squirting, fingering

Wordcount: 2,2k

You never thought you would end up right here now when you were employed as a personal maid to the one and only L. You were indeed absolutely fitting, a good maid, kept everything clean, and you were just seen when necessary. You worked quickly and efficiently. Even when you weren't a part of the task force—that way, everyone adored you. It was nearly like you knew what everyone needed. Always doing your work with such determination and devotion. You always put up with L's quirks. Like serving everything he needed, you learned how he liked it. Leanred how he functioned. You never knew why, though, but you did what would help him to solve the case. Serving tea at the perfect temperature. Bringing the cake, he probably would like the most right in this moment. Although you sometimes even worried a little since he worked nonstop.

But oh little did you know a way to unwind would be him nose deep inside your cute pussy.

You were on the couch, his slender fingers grabbing your thighs, spread out for him. After all, you were his personal maid; you were there to fulfill his every need, right? You were already squirming, and your hands tugged gently on his fluffy raven hair as he shamelessly wiped his tongue over your pussy. "So sweet..." You heard him mumble before he drove right back in. And this went on...for like forever. You already had like your 3rd orgasm. But the detective had other plans. For some reason, he developed a liking for you. Indeed, he was really aware of that and tried to observe what was happening to him when he saw you. Or simply, when he got a whiff of your perfume because you stood next to him, he always turned his head to look at your adorable face.

Although it was so not for him to just get attached to someone, he got attached to you. You have done your job for a while now. Always so good and responsible. He never complained about you. He felt urges. He usually never felt at all. Like the feeling he wanted to taste you. Since men in his surroundings spoke about eating out pussy and how sweet it would taste. L liked sweet treats; they helped him to concentrate.

And you, for sure, were adorable. So right the moment when you had served some cake, L turned around to you. "I would like to have another treat. Something that would help stimulate my brain a little more." He said to you in his monotone voice, looking at you with his dark eyes crouched in his chair. You smiled before you went through the options—what would be the best now, but he interrupted you.

L wasn't the social butterfly, so instead of beating around the bush, he was straight forward. "No cake indeed, and no candy. I would like to have you." His thumb was on his lower lip as always when he was thinking. He tilted his head slightly, watching your reaction. You were frozen for a second and then simply blinked at him. "W-what do you mean?" You asked, and your cheeks flushed with that cute pink shade. He fell for you even when L was so composed. The detecitve cleared his throat then. You had been a lot on his mind lately, and he couldn't afford distractions—the only way to not be distracted would be when he finally would satisfy a certain craving. "Please tell me when this is uncomfortable. I am simply not used to ask for things like that. And I will be perfectly fine when you say no. So don't hesitate or be afraid...to even say no." It was cute in his little weird way. Wanting to have you comfortable even when he did not know at all how he should ask about the fact he wanted his tongue deep inside your pussy.

"I... am listening, so please go on." You said you wiped your hands on your apron. You tried to gain back composure. "When you let me, I would like to taste your pussy." He finally said to you.

And then... God, you didn't even remember how you ended up shaking on the couch. You agreed yes, but he already got 3 orgasms out of you; you were only able to remember your own name. Your cute maid dress was raised up to your waist. Panties pulled down somewhere on the ground. His tongue lapping at your hot slit. Savoring every drop and taste that he could get from your pussy. And you, well, you were the best sweet treat he ever had. Better than any chocolate cake could be. He crouched in front of you on the floor. Just holding your thighs open, that sometimes tried to close because you were so overstimulated. And these cute little noises—he loved to simply listen to you.

"L...I can't take more." You whined your eyes shut close when you felt his tongue flicking over your poor clit. Your pussy is just so responsive to his touches; all his attention is now laid on you. A rare thing for the detective. "But I barley got a taste...besides that." The pale man between your legs spoke muffled against your soaping wet folds. Before his dark eyes looked up, trying to see your expression. "You look gorgeous when you cum. When I wouldn't be needed in other things, I probably would eat you out all day." He told you, and you got him hooked. Your pussy is sweeter than honey; his own personal meal only he could enjoy. His sweet maid being spread out for him, with that heaven between your legs. When he knew pussy eating would be such a thing for him, he would have done that sooner. Your back arched off again when he nibbled on your clit, your hands tugging on his hair, and he groaned when you pulled his head closer—so much to the fact you said you couldn't take any more. Your juices were running down his chin, and his tongue was plunging deep, wiggling its way inside. God, every time you tried to close your thighs as if you wanted to crush his head between your legs. Although he wouldn't mind that at all. But he kept your thighs wide open for better acces.

"Fuck, going to cum again when you don't stop...L...I am shaking." You moaned, barley, able to breathe properly. Before he simply pulled you closer on your hips, sucking your clit between his now glossy lips. "So damn devine..." He murmured while watching how your lips shaped in a pretty 'oh' because of his ministrations. And then you came again, hard and shaking, but not quiet the result he wanted. He wanted you to let go, to simply gush out on his face, and to cum. Just so he could slurp up your sweet juices. His face slowly faded away from your folds, looking at them and how damn sloppy he ate you out.

Before he lifted his head and L's thumb, smearing the combined juices along your cunt, you shuddered. "You can give me more, right?" He asked, his voice laced with a desire you never thought you would hear. You were so overstimulated that you shook your head, although secretly you wanted him to keep going. He lifted an eyebrow, and his lips formed a smirk before he wiped your juices off with his sleeve. "No? But I read about the fact that women can be brought to multiple orgasms until they simply burst. Kinda want to put that theory to the test, pretty maid." Usually, L wasn't one for nicknames, but after seeing how it affected you in moaning louder, he knew what he needed to say.

Curiously, he looked down at your bare cunt again. "Are you really going to try to make me squirt?" You asked just looking at him with these cum drunken doe eyes. So pretty. Alone every time you quivered, when his thumb circled your clit in slow circles, it made you clench around nothing. You squirmed nearly as if you wanted to run away. His arm held you still. "When this means I get a good taste of you again, then yes, I want to make you squirt." L meant before his slender fingers touched along your slit. His fingers are kind of long; probably they would reach that point that would make you a sobbing, sweet mess. All this just to satisfy his cravings. "I never did that before; probably it isn't going to work either." You wanted to explain, in your little shy and cute way, why you couldn't. But your pussy was already pulsating and dripping with need. But then two fingers interrupted you when they entered. Your pretty pussy clenching around them.

He worked his tongue on you. Two digits stretched you deliciously. His long and slender fingers had you gasping. And He watched closley how you reacted. So eager and so focused to make you squirt just so he could get all the candied nectar for himself. "So about that special spot, sweet girl." He started giving your swollen clit a short kiss before his lips were replaced with his thumb, which drew out some pressure on your bud. "I still need to locate it; make you all the more sensetive." L told you, and he tilted his wrist a little, and then, oh, he crooked his fingers. Your eyes widen with shock and bliss, your jaw hanging open before you wanted to throw back your head. "Think I found it." You could listen to the satisfied hum in his voice. And it had you moaning even louder, your chest heaving. Your pussy is so sloppy and wet. Squelching all around his fingers. "Fuck...oh God, fuck." Was all you could say. You looked away simply because you were so shy and literally were cumming on the hand and mouth from the world's best detective.

Until you felt another hand on your face, your chin, he gently grabbed as he averted to him. Besides the fact that L was aroused himself; he wanted you to come undone; it would be turning him on more than he said out loud. L wanted your eyes on him because it was just so cute how shy your face flushed. "Eyes on me, little maid. It increases the level of arousal by about 90 percent." He told you, his own erection straining against his pants. Your droopy eyes tried to look at him; oh, you struggled so adorable. While his fingers were pumping inside you, stroking that gummy part of you that made you see stars as you whimpered.

L found himself quiet fond of the way your striking eyes looked at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving. Your plump lips parted. Before he lowered his head again, his tongue lapping out to flick over your poor swollen bud. His eyes still looking through his messy black hair watching you squirm and buck up your hips. You were so close, he could tell it. His movements with his fingers are simply growing to be more precise. So much so that you tried to take his hand from you, but he kept his fingers hooked inside your pussy. "It feels weird; I... am not going to last." You breathed out thighs shaking already, but he then sucked on your clit. "It's normal you feel that way. It is said that female orgasm can be quite powerful when stimulated in the right way. Just so much, you have the feeling you would burst." The usual so composed detective explains while still being busy with your pussy. "Come on, sweet maid, give me what I crave." L urged you, and oh, as on command, your orgasm rolled over you. Legs shaking and breath hitching. Your back arched off the couch. Your sweet juices gushing out slightly onto his face as he slurped up the syrupy juices from your cunt, indeed lapping up in every corner. You were devine, a treat he never would want to pass. His fingers allowed the pace to slow down before he slid them out. "Such a sweet girl." L murmured while he still kissed your spent pussy, still getting every last drop of you; nothing would go to waste. Finally, he had what he craved—the taste he yearned for so badly—this distraction was gone.

But as you watched him between your thighs, you weren't unaware of this immense bulge. Now L had another problem that would need to be satisfied by his cute maid. "Well, now it's your turn." You said and tilted your head. L caught a little off guard, as he was feeling the pulsing need in his loins. He sat there and analyzed you. But before he could say anything clever, you were a little faster. Maneuvered you two so you were now straddling his lap, grabbing his hands to lay them on your hips, when you started to ground slowly and sensually over his boner, still tugged away in his pants. "I heard that it increases the level of arousal by about 95 percent." You chuckled watching how he simply looked up at you, and there...a small whimper left his lips. "And 100 percent when I take your dick inside me." You were always a shy one, but right now, after you saw how greedy L was for your pussy, you got a moment of confidence. Wanting to make the analytical boy panting...

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What is your opinion on Tommy coming back or not? And in they case we see him again, do you think it’ll be just for closure (ex: Abby in season 3) or maybe for a BuckTommy second chance?

fun fact: i was considering doing an entire breakdown with a bunch of Oliver's interviews from the start of this arc until now to point to my opinion:

Tommy is coming back. The romcom theme is still in effect, and we're only about midway through the 3rd act.

Long story short (and without sources right now), I think that the interviews were actuallly pointing in this direction with the wording for a hot second. We have OS telling us that he thinks the best relationships have a "will they, won't they" bit where the audience and the characters are pining. We've seen this play out on the show. And we also have to remember that Oli knew during this interview that the breakup was coming. We also have the interview (I believe it was the Decider one I linked last week) where he mentions choosing to fight for the relationship or not. I feel like a lot of people have taken the context of that and twisted it into "they didn't do it right away, so they're not going to". Except, there's ANOTHER quote of relevance, which is Oliver talking about how Buck's queerness isn't tied to Tommy or Eddie, and only to himself.

Obviously, there have been things said since 806 that would point towards me being delulu, except, here's the issue: TM, OS and LFJr are NOT going to tell us that Tommy is coming back if that's the intention. It would spoil the surprise of it all, and the win of it all. What fun is there in that? What TM has said is that Tommy is Buck's romantic past but that doesn't mean he won't turn up again in the future (all relevant and true facts which do not shut down a reconciliation). Lou never out-and-out said he was done with the show. He's said time and time again that he wants to come back. TM has mentioned Tommy coming around again. OS literally said in an interview "they may run into each other on scene and have it be awkward".

Now obviously we don't actually have the full story with how things went down and the show decided to go with splitting the boys up. I think the fact that Lou has called out the bullying but says he wants to come back suggests that it wasn't him saying it was too much. I have two theories that could honestly run concurrent with one another:

Evan and Tommy break up in 806 at the end of the episode. With 911 having 18 episode seasons, this quite literally only makes up the first third of the season. It set up the beginning of the year for us. We're now two episodes into the second part of the season with a pretty clear idea of where the next three will go and suggestions (by fans, nothing official) that the "soonest" we could see LFJr again is 812. This is reasonable, as it would be the end of the middle of the season. Knowing that TM has suggested he might do a multi-episode season finale, pushing LFJr back into the show in 812 (or even the end of 811 if we go with my theory that Eddie could possibly leave around this time and Tommy helps them pack up/his and Buck's first time spending time around each other again), there would still likely be something around this time period that would be around when they would open the doors to this. As it is, we know that 809 and 810 go together, and then we'd have 811 to really flesh out the end of Buck's fling. I think there's even more possibility of LFJr being in this episode as well because if the plan is to bring them back together (which everything has been suggested so far ON screen in terms of keeping Tommy "in" the story), three-episode arc gives us several things: a. it allows the show to make the point that Buck's queerness is not intrinsically attached to Tommy; that his interest in men is as equal as he know his interest in women is. b. it gives them the ability to also show that his feelings for Tommy are not based in Tommy being his "first", or Evan needing to "discover" more about himself. They're in love with each other, and the show has given us the pieces for that. LFJr has acknowledged it in an interview, Tommy loves Buck. We also know that Tommy's line to Evan is "you'd end up breaking my heart, and I don't think I could deal with that". When I hear that sentence, what I'm actually hearing is "I'm already in love with you, and if I let myself fall more in love with you by being with you every day all the time and this ends, I won't survive it". By relation, we have Josh ask Buck if he loves Tommy and Buck waffles, but I think this has more to do with his lack of understanding of what a healthy love is in a relationship, given his past relationships. He never got to tell Abby. Ali left. and saying I love you to Taylor wasn't about the core of actually being in love with her, which I think is another important piece for BuckTommy: they don't just love each other, they're in love with each other. Still, sometimes it's hard to quantify that feeling, and I think (as I've referenced before), for Evan it was easier to ask Tommy to share a living space with him than to share how he feels about him because historically, things haven't worked out well for him when he's been in love outwardly. Further, the questions Josh asks Evan are directly correlated with loving someone, and Evan answers yes to all of them. (I don't think I need to add this, but he also sees a future with Tommy, talks about being engaged or married. He's serious about Tommy in a way he never has been before.)

There's also the theory that the breakup happened because of scheduling conflicts. Now obviously the show could've found other ways to work around LFJr's scheduling issues by having Tommy go on a trip or what-have-you, but let's remember OTHER things that have been said by OS in prior interviews: a. back in June, he did an interview where he stated that he wanted and hoped that BuckTommy would go through issues that couples normally go through in their first year together. He wanted normal issues. This storyline IS normal. b. he didn't want to repeat Tarlos. By the very definition of what the show is doing right now, we're not. Tarlos and BuckTommy are their own things with their own reasonings.

One of the other things I also keep being pulled back to is these issues: first of all, we know how LFJr plays with the 911 demo, given that they got to see it last season. It's why he was written into more episodes after his initial four episode arc and brought back. ABC has also used BuckTommy in their own adverts, which suggests that they are very supportive of the relationship continuing because it draws in viewers. Truly giving that up for good feels like dousing yourself in gasoline and then considering striking a match. Second, people also keep calling out that TM only plans a few weeks in advance. I believe this is true with story beats. We know that the writers room has a general idea on character arcs, thanks to some of the discussion on the cheese page post-806. I really struggle to believe that TM didn't know going into going forward with the breakup whether or not he wanted to bring LFJr back. We know he waffled back and forth on the idea of the breakup, meaning he probably had other solutions on his mind for whatever LFJr's schedule needed adjusting for, and this is what he decided on. Also, even if 8b hasn't been broken down yet (we know it hasn't), they would still know at this point what they do or don't want, what their ideas might be. Solidification for why Tommy should be brought back is directly shown in the reaction by the GA and the fandom to the breakup. They may not know exactly how that reunion happens yet, but what they have suggested is that Buck's new relationship will be short-lived. That he's using it to cope. We also know he's still processing the break-up and still misses Tommy. These are all things that point to the story not being over. Plus, I feel (once again), if the story really was over and they didn't have plans to continue this in 8b, LFJr wouldn't be talking about wanting to go back. It be far more "yeah that sucked, but it's over now and what can you do? I'm off to this new show and I'll never be back." (I've commented also on the fact that the fangirlish interview comment about his "i'm going here, doing this, have some opportunities" statement is very run-of-the-mill. Obvs I could mean something. Or it could literally just be a canned answer.) (This might feel a little off-center, but I think his commentary on trusting TM and knowing what he's doing in one of his post-806 interviews directly suggests that he believes the story is going to be handled properly.)

I realize at the end of the day, all of what I'm piecing together could mean zilch and Tommy could possibly never come back. They could truly just drop the story and never circle back around, set fire to a beautiful arc and lose thousands (possibly millions) of viewers. I've certainly suggested myself being one of them. But I don't see BuckTommy only getting an Abby fix for two reasons. LFJr wants to come back and continue the story, and Connie Britton only ever intended to do one season. Also, the fling has been called out as being planned to be short-lived. Why bother mentioning that if you don't have other plans for the story.

The last thing I'll leave you with is my commentary from the interview Oli and Aisha did with the guy from Chicago. That reporter obviously liked the BuckTommy storyline and said he's choosing to believe that the relationship is paused, not over. By relation, we had Oliver say three things: (1 and 2) Buck is still looking for love, both in himself and with another person. (3)The season is only half over. Circle that back to 806-808. Buck is finding love in himself by dealing with it in a healthy way (so far) with the baking. We've also seen the "cracks" Oli mentioned with his continued urge to want to text Tommy, as well as him fighting it off by baking (referencing the "pendulum swinging"). Looking for love in others will likely be this arc where he tries to deal/move on. I feel like we collectively watched the end of 806, and then 807 and 808 yelling at the TV "you're in love with him, piece it together already!" (or maybe that was just me???). But truly, whether it's a fling, his therapist, or Bobby/Maddie/Eddie who finally spells it out of or him, I think there will be a point at which we see that come to fruition. The seeds were sewn in for it in the scene with Josh. Now it's just about watching those seeds sprout.

Final note: we've had a good run up to this point with these two. Did we truly thing that the honeymoon phase would last forever? (I didn't. Conflict and the pink bubble popping have to happen eventually.) If we really want to suggest that what BuckTommy has is real, they have to go through this and come out the other side. I think everyone is justifiably frustrated due to the 4 month wait on new episodes (I personally would not have left people hanging quite like this, but that's just me), but the narrative does lead us toward what the show is doing with the suggestion that it does have a natural (and good) conclusion. (Possibly with a helicopter/truck/jeep crash?!)

And just as my singularly LAST note, here's my other thing: Evan and Tommy both have abandonment issues. (Tommy's are clear based on the break up and we know Buck's.) By that correlation, when these two finally get back together, they're never going to fucking let the other go.

(This was so much longer than I intended it to be, but that's my answer 😂😂😂😂😂😂)

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