#breathtaking handsome guy in contacts

[sailortongue]

Sweet Tooth

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: spencer finds himself frequenting a local donut establishment for more reasons than one. his sweet tooth isn't limited to just pastries and he bets you'd taste delicious

cw: oral (fem receiving), fingering. pls pls pls let me know if i missed smth but i think those are the only major things

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It was widely known that Spencer was fond of overly sweet coffee, but his sweet tooth was not limited to just his morning pick-me-up. The team had recently wrapped up with a rather grueling case, and he thought he’d surprise them all with donuts that morning. So there he was, in the local donut shop, staring at what must have been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The way the early morning light shone in through the windows and illuminated you was truly breathtaking. Try as he might, he stumbled over the order, embarrassing himself in front of you and surely ruining his chances of you liking him.

You could tell he was flustered, so you did your best to suppress your giggles. He was cute. Very cute. This was the first time you had seen him come into the store, and you were hoping it wasn’t the last. He paid for his order and you boxed it up, receiving a shy smile from him as you handed it to him. “Thank you,” he said, before turning and walking out quickly, the bell above the door chiming.

It was a little over a week before you saw him again. He greeted you with a “good morning” as he walked in and approached the counter.

“Good morning!” you said back cheerily, glad to see that he had returned. He scanned the selection of confections before selecting a chocolate donut with sprinkles.

“Huh, I thought you’d be more of a donut hole kind of guy,” you said, trying to make conversation with the handsome man.

He laughed a bit and shook his head. “No, chocolate and sprinkles are definitely the best. They've been my favorite since I was a kid.”

“Oh yeah? I think if I was to pick a favorite it would have to be the apple fritter.”

Not missing the chance to learn about you, even if it was just your favorite donut, he asked, “Why that one? Not that it's a bad choice, but most people seem to prefer the chocolate and glazed.”

You laughed and Spencer swore his heart melted right then and there. “Well, they're my dad’s favorite. And every time he had one he would split it between us. So not only is it delicious, but it reminds me of my childhood.”

He smiled at your wholesome reason and before he could stop himself he said, “That’s really cute.”

You blushed, consumed with the thought that he considered something about you was cute, even if it was something so minor as to why your favorite donut is what it is. God, you didn't even know his name and there you were, developing a crush. Your eyes met his, and you were awestruck at how warm and inviting they looked. He had these expressive brown eyes that you could get lost in if you allowed yourself to. You shook your head from your thoughts, realizing you were probably freaking him out. He was just here for a donut and here you were staring at him like some creep. You hadn’t even bagged it for him yet. Pull yourself together you chastised yourself internally, finally breaking eye contact and doing your job like a normal person.

When you handed him the bag he briefly glanced down at your name tag. “Thanks, Yn,” he said, giving you a small smile. What a pretty name, he thought.

“No problem, have a good day…” you trailed off, hoping he would introduce himself. It was only fair since he knew your name.

“Spencer,” he filled in for you.

“Spencer,” you repeated. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

–❀– 

Next time turned out to be three days later. You were back in the kitchen, not expecting a customer to be there so early until you heard the bell chime. “I’ll be right there!” you called out. You quickly rinsed your hands and were still drying them on a towel when you walked out to see a familiar mop of brown hair. “Spencer! Good morning!”

He chuckled, “Good morning, Yn.”

“Chocolate with sprinkles?” you asked, remembering his favorite.

“You remembered?”

“You’re beginning to become a regular, and I make it a point to memorize those orders.”

Spencer’s smile dropped a bit, somewhat disheartened that it was something you did for all customers and not just him.

You didn’t notice the slight change in his expression and continued, deciding to take a chance. “Plus, it’s hard to forget the cute customers.”

Spencer’s face instantly flushed crimson, all logical thought leaving him. So much for his high IQ. His mouth opened and closed again, desperately trying to formulate some sort of response. But Spencer couldn't even think straight. His thoughts were in a flurry and every single one was about you.

Seeing his reaction, you backpedaled as fast as you could. “I’m sorry. That was too forward of me. I don’t know why I said that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—”

“It’s perfectly alright.” He cut off your frantic apology. “You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. I’m actually quite flattered that you find me as attractive as I find you.”

It was your turn to be speechless. When his words fully sunk in, you couldn't stop the wide smile and giggle that bubbled forth. This man was going to be the death of you. “So, uh,” he started nervously, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You beamed at him. “Yes, of course!” You went to the register and rang him up, writing your phone number on his receipt before handing it to him. He dialed it into his phone, and you heard your phone ringing faintly from the break room where you had left it. “There,” he said. “Now you have my number, too.”

–❀–

Your morning rendezvous with Spencer quickly became the highlight of your week. He was always dressed professionally, and you finally decided to ask him where he worked. The two of you talked about nearly everything under the sun, so you were shocked when you came to the realization that you didn't even know what he did for work.

The next time he came in, you practically ambushed him with your question. His eyes widened in surprise, “Oh, I’m an agent with the BAU. Did I not tell you that?”

“No, you did not. What’s the BAU?”

“It stands for behavioral analysis unit. It’s a department of the FBI. We analyze the unsub’s-”

“Unsub?” you interrupted.

“Unidentified subject. So what we do is analyze the unsub’s actions and behavior and create a profile to better understand how and why they do what they do. This is what allows us to determine the identity of the unsub and arrest them.”

Your jaw had dropped open during his explanation. The guy you’d been casually talking to turned out to be an FBI agent. Cute and badass.

Becoming shy from the attention, he changed the subject to something he’d been wanting to ask you. “So, Yn, would you be interested in meeting somewhere other than here? When you're not at work and I don't have to go to my own job?”

Your face flushed with heat, and your heart pounded in your chest. “Like a date?”

Trusting that your hopeful expression was a good indication, Spencer nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

The bright smile you gave him at his confirmation would live in Spencer’s mind for the rest of the day.

“I’m free this weekend,” you suggested.

–❀–

And just like that, it became a routine for Spencer to visit the shop at least once a week. He began to find himself getting up earlier and earlier each day just so he could stay and talk with you for longer. The physical attraction was instant from the first moment he saw you, but now that he was truly getting to know you he was falling and falling fast. You had this light about you that Spencer couldn't put into words, even with his impressive vocabulary. 

Reid’s highly observant coworkers were quick to notice his frequent morning donut runs. He never ate them at the shop, choosing to use that time to visit with you. Instead, he waited until he got to the office so he could enjoy the sweet goodness with his daily cup of coffee. And today was no exception.

“All those donuts are going to catch up with you one day, Reid,” Prentiss teased. “You can't be skinny forever.”

“So be it. She's worth it,” replied Spencer, taking another bite, sprinkles falling onto the napkin he’d placed on his desk.

“She?” Morgan raised his brows, a grin spreading across his face as he turned in his chair to face the young doctor.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on his food, trying to figure out a way to take back his slip of the tongue. “I meant they. They’re worth it. The donuts.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. So what’s her name?”

Spencer sighed. “Yn.” That was all he said as he pulled his paperwork towards himself. No point in denying it when they were already certain. 

“Woah, woah, you can't just leave it at that! Tell us about her. What's she like and how did you meet? Spill everything.” 

Spencer merely took another bite of his donut, a smug smirk on his face for withholding the information his colleagues were so curious about.

For the rest of the day, Morgan and Prentiss attempted to convince Spencer to divulge his sweet secret. After another failed attempt, it finally hit Morgan, and he had to admit he felt very silly for it. He waited until Spencer left on his lunch break before he approached Emily’s desk.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked.

“What’s up is that Hotch should probably reconsider our positions on the team,” he joked. “The donut bag. It’s in Reid’s personal mini trash can under his desk. All we have to do is look at it real quick and we’ll know exactly which shop he goes to!”

Emily laughed, amused how it took so long for one of them to think of that. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's go dig in the doctor’s trash.”

They both stood and went over to Spencer’s desk. Morgan reached under and pulled out the small trash can, plucking the crumpled bag from the top. As he flattened the bag back out, a voice startled the two of them and they spun around in unison, like two kids that had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Why are you two digging in the kid’s trash?”

“Reid has a girl in his life and if he wont tell us then we’re gonna find out ourselves. She’s either a regular at this place—” he held up the bag, displaying the logo for Rossi to see, “—or she works there.”

“Hm. I see. Carry on, then,” was all he said before continuing on his way.

The younger agents turned their attention back to what they were digging for. “Meche’s Donuts,” they both read aloud.

“Pretty sure that’s close to Reid’s place. Y’know, I think some donuts tomorrow morning would be great, don’t you?”

“Now that you say it, yeah, donuts would be good. Meet you there at 8:00?”

“You bet.” He recrumpled the bag and replaced the trash can as it was.

When Reid returned, he didn't notice the look his friends exchanged and was none the wiser.

–❀–

The next morning, both Emily and Derek got up earlier than usual and met in the parking lot of Meche’s. They approached the building, and Derek held open the door for Emily, the bell chiming to notify you of a customer’s arrival.

“Good morning!” you greeted like usual.

They returned your greeting as they neared the counter, both of their sights narrowing in on your name tag: Yn.

“Has a guy named Spencer Reid been here today?” Morgan asked, never one to beat around the bush.

“No, do you know him?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, we’re friends of his. We noticed that his sweet tooth has been getting the better of him lately. Lots of donuts,” he smirked, gesturing down to the transparent display. “Pretty boy had a bit of a slip up and told us that it was because of a girl, but wouldn’t tell us anything else. So we decided to do a bit of sleuthing.”

“And here we are,” finished Emily. “I’m Agent Emily Prentiss and this is Agent Derek Morgan. Promise we’re not creeps, this is just the first time we’ve known him to have a crush on someone and we wanted to know what you looked like. He’s got good taste at least.”

You laughed good-naturedly, “Don't worry about it. We have a date scheduled for this weekend actually.”

Emily ooohed like a schoolgirl. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I’m dying to know. What is Spencer’s idea of a date? Bet he takes you to a bookstore.”

“Or a foreign movie,” interjected Morgan. “With no subtitles, so he can whisper the translations in your ear.”

–❀–

Saturday

You were getting ready for your date with Spencer when you heard your phone ring. The caller ID told you that it was Spencer calling and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I was just calling to let you know I’m on my way.”

“Ok, perfect! I’m almost done getting ready. You remember the address?”

He laughed. “Of course I remember. There’s not much I don’t remember.”

“Oh, my bad Dr. Reid. We can't all be super geniuses with an eidetic memory.”

The two of you talked and joked with each other until Spencer told you that he was parking and would be up in a moment to meet you at the door. All you had to do was quickly slip your shoes on and you were ready.

Three sharp raps sounded from the door, and you peeked through the peephole before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

He seemed stunned for a second, just taking in your appearance. “Wow,” was all he could think to say. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look very handsome,” you returned the compliment. And he did, as always. He was probably the only guy you knew who could pull off a sweater vest. He may dress like an old man, but damn did he make it work.

Turns out that he picked out some hole in the wall diner you’d never even heard of. But he swore by their food and claimed it was some of the best in town. Also that they made a mean bread pudding. A broad smile overtook his features when he saw your eyes light up at the mention of the dessert. He’d recalled from a previous conversation that it was your favorite and had made sure to choose a restaurant that had it on the dessert menu.

The meal was spent indulging in a lively conversation about all of your favorite books. He even suggested a book exchange; he’d load you his favorite, and you’d loan him yours. Though you did warn him that you might have to pick up a new copy first, as yours was particularly old  and practically on the verge of disintegrating in your hands.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he said.

“No, it is!” you insisted. “The last time I read it I looked down and there were a bunch of particles on my lap from the pages.”

After picking up the check at the diner, Spencer informed you that there was a movie he wanted to take you to. “It’s a Russian movie, and I’m not sure if there’s subtitles or not, but I can whisper the translations for you. But I definitely think you’ll enjoy the plot.”

You thought back to what Morgan said when he and Emily visited you. Morgan: 1, Emily: 0. 

Turns out, there were, in fact, subtitles. However, Spencer claimed those weren't very accurate to the tone of the movie and chose to give you his own translations anyway. In order to not disturb other movie goers, he had to lean in to whisper, so close that his lips would occasionally brush the shell of your ear. If not for the fact you were already sitting, you thought your knees would have given out. The low timbre of his voice traveled straight from your eardrum all the way to your core. You tried to pay attention to the movie, you really did, but the gentle rasp of Spencer’s voice in your ear had you beyond distracted. He was so close. Between the close proximity and his voice, your panties were quickly becoming uncomfortably sticky which led you to squirm in your seat occasionally. 

Spencer, the hyper-observant profiler that he was, noticed your pitiful attempts to adjust the way you were sitting. “Are you ok?” he asked, interrupting his translation mid sentence.

“Yes!” you answered hurriedly. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat nervously and hoped he would let it go. You could see a slight frown form on his face before it looked as if a metaphorical lightbulb went off over his head.

He resumed his position near your face, once again whispering to you, but not translations this time. No, this time it was as if a switch had flipped inside the sweet man you’d become so fond of. “If I didn't know any better, I’d say you like having me so close to you. Isn't that right, Yn?”

The way he whispered your name so sensually had your heart beating out of your chest and your breath hitching in response. His laughter came out as a huff, trying to stay quiet. “Think you can wait until the end of the movie?” he asked with a suggestive lilt to his words.

You both knew the answer, but you pretended to think about it in an effort to spare at least some of your dignity. “No,” you answered with your head down, almost ashamed at how easily Spencer had riled you up.

“‘No’ what? Use your words, sweetheart.”

To hell with your dignity. “No, I can't wait. I want you now.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat as he stood. He led you out the doors and to the parking lot, heading straight for his car.

“Where are we going?”

“My apartment.” he answered swiftly as he put his hand on the back of your seat to back out of the parking spot. 

The ride to his apartment was spent mostly in silence, both of you tense for all the best reasons. At one of the red lights he’d made the bold move to relocate one of his hands from the steering wheel to your left thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth and gently squeezing it every now and then. Every squeeze sent a bolt of electricity to your center and you were getting needier by the second.

–❀–

As soon as his apartment door shut behind him, his mouth was on yours, lips crashing together in a heated kiss. With both hands on either side of your face, he licked the seam of your lips impatiently, wanting nothing more than to taste you. You obliged, and his tongue snaked its way into your mouth, intertwining with yours. He groaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of you. Pulling away from your lips, he kissed down your jaw and neck slowly, deliberately. Taking his time to leave dark marks in his wake. He took a deep breath in through his nose. “You have no idea what this perfume was doing to me at the movie. Could barely even translate for you,” he mumbled into your skin.

“Bedroom?” you asked, near breathless with anticipation but not particularly wanting to get fucked in his entryway.

He led you through his apartment to his bedroom where Spencer wasted no time reconnecting his lips to yours, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, prompting you to sit. Before you could lay down, his hands tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off of you, hm?”

He made quick work of the cloth and tossed it aside “God, you're so pretty. Lay down for me, sweetheart,” he said. You flushed and did as he told you, scooting yourself higher up on the bed before laying your head onto his pillows. He removed both his sweater vest and shirt before eagerly crawling atop you. He propped himself up on his elbows, his face aligned with yours. You impatiently leaned up to kiss him again, and you could feel him grinning into the harsh kiss before kissing you back. His hands wandered across your body, settling on your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and pressed your chest further into his large hands, your hips bucking up, seeking the friction you so desperately wanted. 

He chuckled, removing his hands from your breasts to your hips and holding them down, preventing you from moving them and eliciting a whine from you. “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Promise.” His voice was low and gravelly, his lips pressed against the skin just under the skin of your earlobe. He suckled the skin lightly as one hand came up behind your back, unclasping your bra and giving it the same treatment he gave your shirt. He pulled back and groaned at the sight of seeing you half naked beneath him. This felt like a dream come true to Spencer and it was taking everything he had to not throw his inhibitions out the window and ravish you right that second.

He groped your bare chest for a moment before leaning down to lick a stripe between them. He placed feather-light kisses across your skin, his hair falling over his face and tickling you where it brushed. His trail of kisses led him to one of your nipples, which he took in his mouth, sucking lightly. You gasped when he used his teeth to pull on it slightly. “Spencer!”

While his mouth was busy with one, he had a hand on the other, tweaking the bud between his nimble fingers. You raked your hands through his hair, holding him in place. The tug on his roots had Spencer groaning into your chest and increasing the intensity of his ministrations and suckling you more and more fervently with each tug of his hair and sweet moan from your lips. Satisfied, he released your bud with a slight pop and switched to the other side, determined to make you squirm and beg for him before he touched you properly. The hand that wasn't on your breast lowered from your waist to your hip, massaging the supple flesh.

“Please, Spencer,” you begged, needing so much more than he was currently giving you. You were aching for him, panties soaked with evidence of your want.

He released your nipple and tilted his head to look at your face, both of your pupils blown wide with lust. He cooed at you, “What does my pretty girl need? Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You!” you cried. “I want you! Please, Spencer!”

He groaned, the sound low and guttural. “You already have me. I was yours from the first moment I laid eyes on you.” Your eyes softened from his words, and you watched him as he tilted his head back down, tracing his nose down your abdomen as he lowered himself further down the bed, his hands caressing your sides as he did so. He placed a chaste kiss just above the waistband of your bottoms before hooking his fingers under it. “May I?”

You nodded frantically, and he placed another kiss in the same spot as he pulled your shorts and panties down together, tantalizingly slowly. Finally seeing you completely bare before him had him nearly cumming in his pants on the spot. You were so perfect and he wanted to make you feel so good that the only name you knew was his. He ran his hands up your thighs and settled his head between them. “You're absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart.” Spencer was practically panting from the lust flowing through his veins. He placed a chaste kiss to your clit before tentatively licking your cunt. You let out a strangled moan, his hot tongue not providing near enough pressure.

“Don’t tease me, Spence,” you mewled, your hands weakly trying to push his head back down where you needed him.

“Savoring, baby, not teasing. I don’t want to forget a single moment of this.” With that said, he licked a broad stripe across your pussy, much more confident than the first time. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, groaning into you. You cried out his name, grip on his hair tightening. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he said breathlessly before diving back in, slurping at you like a man starved. He hummed with bliss as he continued to eat you out, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. “So sweet, baby, oh my God,” he praised. He lifted your legs and placed them over his shoulders, pressing himself further into you as he wrapped his arms around your thighs.

It was all you could do to keep from screaming his name as he continued to lick and suck at the most intimate part of you. You thrashed in his hold, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving you. He tightened his hold on your thighs, holding you open so he could continue to drink you in. He swore he would never be able to get enough of you. If this was the last thing he ever did then he'd die a happy man.

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum on my face. Give it to me. I want it,” he grunted. Without warning, he plunged a finger into you, causing you to cry out. He added a second finger shortly after, and he relished in the way your walls were squeezing around his fingers. You were so close and it was all because of him. With his fingers thrusting in and out of you and his mouth on your clit, you were finally pushed over the edge, cumming with a scream of Spencer’s name. He didn't stop until you were practically shoving him away, the overstimulation becoming too much. His face was covered in your juices, and you watched with rapt attention as he licked his lips before wrapping them around the two digits still covered with your wetness, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste as he did it.

Yeah, Spencer Reid definitely had a sweet tooth.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: starstruck

pairing: jameson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you’re an actress and you’ve got through a few auditions got your dream roll, the next thing that comes up is a chemistry test that doesn’t quite go as you had planned

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mild swearing, really intense make out session, mention of sexual tension

a/n: this is the jameson equivalent to paparazzi for grayson, thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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You sit alone at the bar, drinking a margarita. Your friend had bailed on you last minute but seen as you were already dressed up you decided to go anyway. Why waste all that effort? Besides you deserved this. Tomorrow is a big day, you needed some time to sit back, relax, enjoy some drinks and breathe. Mid sip of your margarita, you catch the eye of someone across the room. He has tousled dark hair, unruly yet it suited him quite well and striking green eyes. Those green eyes sent something through you, the ghost of a shiver down your spine that sent warmth into your body. There was something about those eyes… You quickly look away, not letting your gaze linger for too long, you need to stay focussed. You stare at your drink, your fingers subconsciously playing with the glass as you think about the future that may come if tomorrow plays out the way you would like it to.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

His voice is low and alluring and reels you in from deep thought. It might’ve made you jump, if you weren’t so fixated on where your mind was running off to. You look up to see it’s the man you’d made eye contact with previously. Close up, he looks even more attractive. Steady jawline, wicked smile, bold eyebrows, striking features. He is quite tall, even when he sits beside you it’s noticeable. He’s really very gorgeous and at any other point in your life, meeting a guy like him would’ve been perfect. But now wasn’t the time for guys, now was the time to focus on getting your career back on track.

“No thank you,” you say, a certain sharpness in your tone. You wanted to make it very clear you were saying no.

“Are you sure?” he asks, one of his dashing eyebrows raised a little.

Oh… so he was the stubborn type, this should be entertaining.

“I’ve got one,” you say, holding up your half-empty margarita.

His mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he nods, ordering himself something. His drink arrives in a matter of minutes, that’s when he turns and says, “I couldn’t help but notice you from over there.”

His head jerks to where he had previously been standing. You decide you fancy playing with him a little, seeing how easy it’d be to break his cool, flirty facade. Some men needed to be humbled and he seems like one of them.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that,” you ask, expecting a delayed answer or not one at all.

“Because you’re breathtaking,” he answers almost immediately, staring into my eyes.

You’d expected him to fumble but he’d turned the tables. He’s bold and unafraid, vulnerability didn’t scare him. You searched for a witty, uninterested reply but your brain is still hooked in the compliment from this handsome stranger, “I’m not interested,” you blurt out. The words fall from your mouth without you even thinking.

“Straight to the point,” he coughs, his ego probably a little bruised, “that’s cute.”

“Don’t call me cute,” you scowl at him. No better way to deter a man than scowling, but he didn’t seem to be too deterred.

“I could make you interested you know,” he shrugs, “if you gave me a chance?”

“The smell of male desperation is so…” you take a moment to find the right set of words, “pathetically pungent.”

“Who says I’m desperate?” he asks, cocking his head to one side, a graceful yet annoying smirk plastered on his lips.

“I told you I’m not interested and yet you’re still here,” you reply cooly.

“I like challenges, call me a player of sorts,” he explains, “riddles, mind games, secrets, I love the lot.”

“Well here’s a riddle for you then… what has two eyes, a margarita in her hand and isn’t interested in you at all?” you force a sickly sweet smile.

“My great aunt,” he replies, smiling right back.

“I don’t think you’re as good at these riddles as you thought,” you criticise, taking another swig of alcohol.

“And I don’t think you’re uninterested,” he tells me, “body language speaks volumes sweetheart-“

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” you snap suddenly, raising your voice a little louder than you’d intended.

“You’re facing completely toward me, your posture is open, you’re looking directly at me and you occasionally scan over the rest of my body,” he says, “if you were uninterested that wouldn’t be happening. Not to mention our eyes kept meeting from across the room.”

You smile slightly and then swivel around on your chair so your back is completely towards him. You hunch over wishing you had some sunglasses to reinforce the no eye contact thing.

“How’s this for body language,” you call, not even looking over your shoulder to see his reaction.

“I much prefer looking at your face but the back of you is a perfectly nice view as well,” he says smoothly. Well, wasn’t that annoying.

Your cheeks heat up and you spin back around, “please leave me alone.”

“Alone…” he ponders, “not with anyone?”

“My friend is in the bathroom,” you lie quickly.

“She’s been there for a while,” he raises an eyebrow.

“And how would you know that?” you question, folding your arms tightly across your chest.

“Because I’ve watched you for a while,” he shrugs in response.

“You do realise that just makes you sound like a massive stalker-ish creep right?” you ask, trying not to laugh a little.

“Let me reword then…” he pauses, “I’ve observed you.”

“I think that’s worse,” you tell him, finishing the last of your drink, before getting up to leave.

As you begin to walk away, the man begins to follow you. Like a bad smell, you think, mentally rolling your eyes.

“Where are you going?” he asks, eyes wide.

“I’m leaving,” you reply, ice cutting through your tone.

“Bit early to be leaving,” he says, checking his watch. You sneak a glance, it’s expensive.

“I have work tomorrow,” you shrug, picking up your walking pace.

“What do you do?” he attempts.

“I’m leaving,” you repeat, firmer and flatter this time.

“Without my number?” he asks.

“Of course,” you say bluntly, as if he’d asked you whether the sky was blue.

“What about your friend? In the bathroom?” he taunts, a pathetic attempt of a joke.

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes and debate slapping him across the face. You decide not to, just this once and make your way down the outdoor staircase. Cabs awaited at the bottom and you intend to catch one. Unfortunately Mr a-bit-too-obsessed seems to intend to catch up with you.

“Let me pay for your cab,” he offers suddenly, when you’re nearly at the bottom.

“Absolutely not,” you scoff, laughing a little at his sheer boldness.

“Please?” he asks, as you reach the bottom of the staircase.

“No, piss off, I’m uninterested, remember?” you shout, opening the cab door, shooting a smile at the driver before turning back to the man.

He’s caught up now and was stood all but a meter away, “uninterested, yet your eyes keep grazing over my lips.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you almost laugh, “as if you can see what my eyes are doing in the dark.”

“I see everything,” he smirks, the upturned corners of his mouth annoyingly attractive.

“Goodbye,” you deadpan, slamming the door.

“Bye sweetheart,” he calls, “and the name’s Jameson by the way.”

***

The next morning, you arrive at the studio a few minutes early and wait outside. The nervous excitement was roaring around inside of you as you stared at the sky. This was your dream job, what you’d worked to get to for as long as you could remember. You wanted this more than anything. If you landed this role it made all the turned down auditions, all the tears, all the times you almost quit, all those minuscule commercial jobs, it made it all worth it. Last year, when you’d landed a job on TV show and gotten a little taste of fame you’d felt on top of the world. Working on a big piece like that was an entirely new experience and one that you wanted to experience again, especially as this character was a character that you personally connected to.

Going to that first audition had probably been the scariest moment of your life and you’d come out convinced you’d messed the whole thing. But to your utter shock and surprise you had gotten a callback… and then a second. You’d made it this far. You didn’t want to blow it now.

But you’d be lying if you told yourself the audition was the only thing on your mind today. A certain man from a bar also seemed to be encircling your thoughts paths, aggravatingly frequently. You don’t know why he’s such a prominent thought but you try to avoid it. He’s a little too distracting for a day as important at this.

Soon enough, the casting director walks out and spots you, beckoning you in. With a small smile you walk in and find a set with cameras being ect up in front of it. The set looks to be a standard bedroom, with a single bed, shelves, a wardrobe, beside table and lots of other little nicknacks scattered around.

“Hello, thanks for coming,” he says, as he shakes your hand firmly.

“Thank you for the callback,” you smile, with a little laugh on the end.

“You’re doing a chemistry test today,” he explains.

The sentence takes you off guard a little. Of course you’d done chemistry tests before but suddenly you felt a little unprepared. Today you’d expected to act alone, but now you were relying on someone else to bring out your performance as well.

You look around, “Where’s the other person?”

“Apparently he’s running late,” the director replies, checking his watch.

“Oh,” you murmur, your heart sinking just a little.

“But don’t he should be here soon,” he nods, “there’s a few seats over there, if you want to sit down and get yourself ready.”

“Isn’t there a script?” you ask, curiously.

“You won’t need one,” the director replies.

“Oh,” your brow furrow, “is it like improv?”

“Something like that,” he shrugs.

“Okay,” you reply sceptically, your mind running through ideas about what it could be that you were doing

You sit yourself down the chairs and begin to do something to distract your mind. Reciting song lyrics usually did the trick. It killed time and made you think. Half way through one of the songs you’d been listening to at the moment the doors burst open from across the room. Your eyes snap up to see a man at the door. Must be the person who was running late.

As your eyes skim over him, you get a funny feeling wash over you. You immediately recognise that mess of dark hair and bold green eyes. You wrack your brain as to where it is that you remember them from. And then it hits you, like a punch to the stomach. The man from the bar last night, Jameson, you recall him shouting after your taxi.

This just can’t be happening.

Of course the only person you had a chemistry test with today was the one person you had zero chemistry with whatsoever. But it didn’t matter, you thought, you were still going to perform at your best and show these directors that you deserved this.

So you make a plan. To do what you think is the smartest thing to do in this situation. You decide to play dumb. He was probably drunk and wouldn’t remember your face, like you’d remembered his. You convince yourself you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you. You’re just two strangers, two actors, who have to do a scene. The director waves you over and suddenly your legs ae just moving towards him. Your heart thuds in your chest as you approach.

It was definitely him. Those green eyes couldn’t belong to anybody else. Without the darkness of the night, he looked even better. He was bolder and brighter like this. His facial features were even more beautiful than you’d originally thought, no wonder he was in the running for a role. The fan girls would go crazy over this guy.

“Jameson, meet y/n,” the director says, gesturing to you, “I’ll let you two get to know each other a little whilst we finish setting up.”

You look at him, wondering if you should start the conversation to manipulate it how you wanted or whether you should let him. Though you don’t get much of a chance to analyse it as he already begins.

“I know you,” he says.

Well shit. You didn’t actually expect him to remember you. This put your plan in a bit of a fragile situation. But nevertheless, you stuck with it. Fake to ‘til you make it.

“I don’t think you do,” you say, adding a hint of confusion into your voice

“I know your face,” he insists.

Stubborn. You observe. He’s stubborn, just like last night. Well, you were stubborn too, so you continued with your little act.

“No you don’t,” you reply, with a little laugh on the end.

“I hit on you,” he says calmly, too calmly for your liking.

You almost choke on your own spittle. He really remembers last night then.

“I’m sorry!” you ask.

“Last night at the bar,” he continues cooly.

“I don’t drink,” you say simply, attempting to shut down the conversation.

“I saw you have two margaritas, don’t lie,” he says, that got awful handsome devilish smirk dancing on his face.

The smirk that makes your stomach flutter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to stay as stubborn as he.

“You know you look so much better in this lighting, sweeheart,” he grins.

“Don’t call me sweetheart.”

The reaction was immediate and sudden, you have no control over it whatsoever. It’s like a deadly instinct.

“Oh so you do remember me?” he says, the smile now laced within his voice.

“Maybe I do,” you grit through your teeth, “but I declined you the first time, you’re a little brave to try again,”

“I am brave,” he tells me, “it’s one of my many green flags.”

“Such a shameless flirt,” you tusk, with an eye roll.

“Is that your type?” he wonder coyly.

“No,” you reply, blunt and sharp.

“What a pity,” he pouts with his pretty lips.

You choose not the say anything else. The conversation has run its course and ended. It’s better that way, when the two of you were not talking. That way he couldn’t make you feel anything. No flutters, no warmth. That’s the way it should be.

“I never knew you were an actress,” he says suddenly.

“And I never knew you were an actor,” you counter, mirroring the way he said it as well as his words.

“It’s really more of a hobby than a career path,” he replies nonchalantly.

“Well some people are serious about this stuff,” you say, a certain fierceness brought out in your voice.

“Are you some people?” he asks, smiling from ear to ear.

“Why does that matter?” you snap, not meaning to be so defensive all of a sudden. He didn’t need to know that you cared.

“Because it matters,” he says simply.

“Look I really want this part and I swear to god if you mess it up for me I will…. rip your head off or something,” you explain.

“I think you’ll get it,” he replies.

“What?”

“The part,” he clarifies.

“Why?”

“We’re about to do a chemistry test,” he shrugs, hands in his pockets.

“I’m aware,” you reply, your tone a little dead.

“So let’s show them what we’re best at,” Jameson shoots you a grin.

“Arguing?” you ask.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “having chemistry.”

“You must be out of your mind if you think we have chemistry,” you say.

“I’m out of my mind in love with you,” he replies.

Your cheeks immediately radiate heat and you can hear your heart drumming loudly in your ears. How dare he make you feel this way with just his stupid words.

“Oh shut up, that’s such a bad line,” you roll your eyes, pretending you were unbothered.

“I think you secretly liked it,” he whispers in your ear, a tingle going down your spine.

“You’re thinking wrong again,” you murmur.

“You’re definitely writing it in a pink fluffy diary and drawing love hearts around it,” he mocks, amusement in his tone.

“Have you been watching teenage girl movies or something?” you ask, slight notes of disgust and concern in your voice.

He doesn’t get a chance to bite back as the director walks towards us both and begins to explain what we’re doing today.

“So today we’re just testing out for good kissing chemistry,” the director explains.

“Kissing?” you repeat, jaw slack.

“We just want to film a few shots of you guys kissing to see if it’s a good match or not,” he explains further.

“I have to kiss him?” you clarify, trying not to portray your mortification on your face.

“Yes that is the general idea,” he deadpans at you.

“Oh,” you murmur.

“Will that be a problem?” he asks, judgmental eyebrows raised high into his forehead.

“Not at all,” Jameson almost sings, bearing his teeth for a witty smile.

“No,” you grit through your teeth.

“Brilliant, should we get started then?” the director asks.

You both nod, annoyingly in sync and then make your way to the bedroom set.

“Did you plan this?” you hiss, as you get set up, so no one else could hear.

You can’t help yourself. The curiosity was gnawing at you. Could he really have wanted a kiss that badly to plan all of this?

“Yes I came in here and told the director to change his whole schedule so we could kiss,” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

You opt for silence.

“Obviously not!” he exclaims, “look I know you thought I was a creep but that’s a whole new level-“

“Sorry,” you blurt out, “I was only curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, did it not?” Jameson says, his mouth twisting into a familiar smile.

“Maybe it was a stupid cat,” you murmur.

“Or maybe it was a smart cat that was a little too curious,” he replies.

“I guess we’ll never know,” you say, your voice low and slow.

“I guess we won’t,” he murmurs back, a level of seduction in his tone, that causes heat to rise in your face.

You are directed to be positioned with your back on the make-shift set wall with Jameson standing over you. The cameras were twisted and turned around you, capturing all angles needed. You brace yourself ignoring how hard you are breathing and how much your heart is thumping in your chest.

“ACTION.”

He makes the first move and presses his lips onto yours, his hands cupping your face. The motion is very gentle, delicate almost, making you feel fragile. His lips so soft and smooth and you find myself not only kissing back, but wanting to. He tastes indescribably addictive and after that first gentle kiss you don’t think you can get enough. You want to taste this every day of my life. You close your eyes, discarding any previous hesitation you’d had about this experience and start to enjoy it.

Slowly his hands slip around your waist, his soft touch surprising you a little. Your arms meet around his neck. You don’t break for breath. You and him have come to the silent agreement that breathing doesn’t seem to matter anymore. You’ve never felt so positively sure of something that you want until this very moment moment. He pushes his lips harder against yours and you follow suit. The kiss deepens as he hums in pleasure. A low hum right from the back of his throat. It takes you off guard slightly but you move past it and keep kissing his pretty little lips. It’s like a dance, driven off of feeling for music and movement of the body.

You want to know every crevice, every morsel and every surface of his lips. You want to know what they desire and how to give it to him. You could feel his heartbeat thumping due to the closeness of your chests. He’s intense but you like it. You like the intensity of this moment and how your mind was so wrapping up in it you couldn’t think of anything else. You loved the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You kiss again, deepening it further and then…

Desperation takes over and suddenly you’re both ravenous for one another. Feverishly kissing rough and passionate kisses. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you’re pressed right up against his body. Your hands now find themselves deep within his hair, clinging to chunks of it. You feel so violent that you fear you might pull some out. The kiss is now savage in a delightful kind of way that you never would have imagined. You wanted him to bite your lip so hard it drew blood, you wanted the heat, you wanted the frenzied feelings.

But then the movement slows again, he lets you know he wants a gentler approach. He slows down the kiss and really feels your lips, almost tickling them. It’s like he’s teasing you in the best way possible. His lips of velvety soft, brushing against your own. You let your kisses fall into a more soothing, delicate rhythm, tenderising each one’s, tailoring it to be even softer than the last and-

“CUT.”

You’d forgotten this was just a scene, just a chemistry test. You’d forgotten where you were or why you were there. Your mind had been paralysed by his lips. So lost within emotion and lust and love. Love? Suddenly you’re angry, angry at him for doing this to you, making you forget who you were for a moment, for having that kind of power. And yet, when the director yells cut, your lips still linger.

You finally break away, breathing heavily. You stare into his green eyes, your lips still tingling, your tongue still craving another taste. You look away, you can’t bear to meet his eyes for fear you might attempt something stupid. The devil is in his eyes and he’s reaching out to your heart. That isn’t a position you were prepared to be in

“Well if I’m not mistaken,” he grins, chest moving up and down as he too is out of breath, “that’s felt like chemistry to me.”

“Maybe you’re mistaken then,” you lie.

“I could feel your heart beating sweetheart-“

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” you almost yell.

“It was beating real hard,” he finishes, still not quite caught his breath back.

You finally look up and he is already there to meet your gaze. You don’t even bother to answer him. You just continue to get lost into the deep forests and the stories they told.

“Thank you guys, that was brilliant, absolutely spectacular, I could just feel the sexual tension through the screen, which is exactly what we’re looking for,” the director says.

You can feel Jameson smirking from behind and it’s bugging you. You don’t want there to be sexual tension between you and him, you don’t want there to be anything between you and him other than a brick wall right now. You hate the way your cheeks are ruby red and how your heart rate can’t seem to slow because you know he’s there, behind you.

“Would you mind both coming back in tomorrow so we can test out an actual scene rather than just a kiss?” the director asks.

You ponder it for a moment, you could decline, never come back, lose this job and never see Jameson again. But lose your dream role for a guy who’s pissing you off? Absolutely not. You didn’t get this far for someone like him to get in the way.

Jameson hasn’t replied yet. You assume he is waiting for you to answer first to make his decision .

“I’ll be there,” you say firmly.

“And so will I,” Jameson winks.

“Perfect, thanks you two!” The director smiles, walking back off.

Once he’s completely out of the way you let out a long breath and close your eyes. You’d gotten through yet another day of auditions and you would be back tomorrow. If this goes well then you get all that you want. That’s all that matters.

“See you tomorrow,” he grins at you, flashing his brilliant emerald eyes, “sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t protest to the nickname this time. Lord help you tomorrow.

a/n: I can’t lie, I don’t really like what I’ve written here but thought I’d post it anyways. Something about it is just… bleh. I might do a rewrite at some point???

thank you to whoever requested this, sorry I took me a little while and also sorry it wasn’t that good… thanks for your patience 🤍🤍

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[whoreburslut]

Kinktober: Day 3

• exhibitionism

gender neutral reader

i’m not quite sure if this is exhibitionism plz forgive me

this might seem very fast paced

your sitting on a crowded bus, every seat is full and there are even quite a few people standing holding on to the handles that hang from the ceiling, to keep them supported.

the bus comes to a slow stop as a person wants to get on, the bus i’m mainly quiet just the driver conversing with passengers about fairs, and tickets, and the occasional thanks to the driver as someone gets off. the bus jolts then starts moving again and the person that got on comes to stand right infront of you, as there are no seats left and the bus and it’s starting to get fairly cramped.

the person standing there was in fact a rather tall man, so tall in fact that his crotch was directly in line with your face while your sat. the man was wearing a trench coat, and what looks to be shorts underneath as you can only see his bare legs.

you slowly crane your neck to look up at the man as he looms over, giving you an apologetic smile as he looks down facing you. staring up at him you realise that he is very handsome, breathtaking almost.

he moves his hand to his chest and starts unbuttoning his trench coat, confused you pay no mind to the man as he moves on to the next buttons. his jacket starts to fall open and you realise he isn’t wearing a shirt as his bare chest peaks through the slightly opened coat.

as the trench coat falls completely open you whip your head around the bus, seeing if anyone can also see the exposed man. fortunately nobody is paying enough attention to the stranger to see, you turn back to actually focus on the sight in front of you, and you notice that his cock is stood agains his stomach. the tip is red and pulsating you come to the conclusion that he must be getting off from being naked in public.

this degenerate of a man gets off by showing his naked body to strangers in public, you try to make eye contact with him and he is acting completely unfazed by the situation. you think to yourself that, if this guy wants to be observed like an object he might as well be treated like one too.

you slowly reached out to start stroking him, his eyes shoot to look at you in shock clearly not expecting that you were going to touch him. with just a few simple touches he was already leaking pre cum, he had probably been naked in public silently getting off for hours without friction. you slowly lean in to kitten lick the head of his dick, you look up at him while you do this only to see him looking down at you with amazement.

knowing that you are safely shielded by the sides of the coat you decide to give him head on the crowed bus, you slowly inch your mouth down his length unhinging your jaw slightly to take all of him. you feel a hand snake round to the back of your head and pull you even further down, gagging quietly tears prick your eyes.

you continuously bob your head as you can feel his cock start to throb in your mouth indicating he is close to climax, the hand in your hair tightens and you moan lowly to make sure not to be heard. the vibrations from that send thick spurts of cum shooting down your throat, you swallow everything. pulling his cock out your mouth you, you feel his hand untangle from your hair. you look up at him and can tell he’s just coming down from his high.

the bell of the bus takes you both out of your trance as it signals that someone want to be let off, he grabs each end of his coat and grips them together so he is no longer exposed. the bus slows to a stop once again and he scurries off the public transport and down one of the streets. not saying a word to you.

you didn’t even know his name.

[osamusriceballs]

Ten Nights

Iwaizumi x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,4k

About: A series of your most important moments with Iwaizumi- from your very first meeting to your relationship! Smut included~

___________________

"Go, ask for her number!"

"What? Why should I do that?"

"You've been eyeing her all night, Iwa-chan."

The brown-haired setter grins and takes a long zip from his drink, apparently not bothered by the annoyed grunt from the former ace.

"Quit it."

His eyes roam towards the bar, towards the direction of the woman he just bumped into- you. Your shy but polite smile, the way your cheeks reddened when you held eye-contact with him, and how you smelled so good when he walked past you- you positively put him under a spell. And Oikawa- of course- witnessed the whole thing and non-stop teased him about the little encounter.

One deep breath later, and Iwaizumi silently grabs his phone and heads towards your direction- with a slightly nervous smile on his face and hope in his heart.

xx

2:04 am - Iwaizumi: "Hey, it's me- Just wanted to check if you're home already."

2:06 am - You: "Hey, Hajime! I'm home safely. Thank you for worrying <3"

2:07 am - Iwaizumi: "Sure. I had a great time tonight- wanna hang out sometime again?"

2: 07 am - You: "I'd love to! Maybe lunch tomorrow?"

2:08 am- Iwaizumi: "Text me the time, and I'll pick you up."

2:08 am - You: "Perfect. See you then <3

2:08 am - Iwazumi: "See you tomorrow, y/n. Can't wait."

xxx

Iwaizumi runs his hand through his hair once again, nervousness clouding his features, yet he still manages to look handsome, even when he's simply leaning against his car.

He looks at his phone again, reading your short "I'll be there in a sec <3" for the third time, hoping to appear a bit calmer on the outside than he feels on the inside. Will you like his outfit? Will you like him? Will you think he's an arrogant guy, trying to impress you with his fancy car? It was his first big investment after his first salary, and it's something he'd wanted to have for forever, but if you-

His train of thoughts gets interrupted when you suddenly open the door to the apartment complex and immediately blink a few times to let your eyes adapt to the sunlight.

You're beautiful. The color of the dress compliments your hair, your make-up making your features more charming, and the smile on your face- stops his heart for a second. You're absolutely breathtaking.

"Hey!" You still smile when you step closer to hug him- and he allows himself to get lost in your flowery scent for a few moments while he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Hey." He returns your smile and quickly steps back to put a respectful distance between the two of you. He smoothly opens the door to the passenger seat and playfully bows while keeping eye contact to see the slight blush that he loves so much appear on your face. "Shall we?"



xxxx

It's perfect.

The perfect date, the perfect moment, and the perfect person. It feels natural when he holds your waist and leans down to slowly bring his lips to yours- and fireworks erupt in your stomach when he finally kisses you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and return the kiss, enjoying how his body feels perfect against yours and how perfect this moment is.

Your very first kiss with him.

xxxxx

"Please- I need you-"

You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down towards you- and he is quick to connect your lips with his once again. His hips are rutting against yours, and you feel his hand moving under your panties to tease your clit, causing you to slightly bite into his lip in surprise. You pull back with wide eyes, but there is a hungry glint in his features, and his fingers rub your clit one last time before he pushes two of them inside after finding out that he's got you soaking wet with just a bit of dry humping. Not that he's any better, with the hard-on he's been sporting ever since you moaned his name when he had kissed you in the car.

"S-sorry," you gasp, and your thumb brushes against his lower lip but he quickly shakes his head with a grin on his attractive face.

"That was hot, baby."

The nickname turns your cheeks even redder, and he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp and arch your back against his body.

"Like that, baby? Don't worry, I'll take care of you so well tonight."

xxxxxx

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You stop fidgeting with your fingers and focus on Iwaizumi, who is sitting right next to you.

"You sure? You seem so absent. "

"I'm just nervous."

"Why should you be nervous? You're with me, baby. Just you and me."

You smile and lean in for a quick kiss in the busy cafe- and decide to let it off your soul right here and now.

"I know. I was just thinking about how I should tell you that I love you. That's all."

You try to sound calm and collected, but the slight shaking of your voice reveals your true feelings.

You're nervous about being vulnerable.

About confessing your feelings, and taking this big step first, and you just hope that he feels the same.

Iwaizumi freezes- his attractive face not giving away what's going on in his head- and then the realization seems to sink in. He almost breaks his cup with how fast he's smashing it down on the table before he cups your cheeks with his hands and looks deep into your eyes.

"I love you too, y/n- So, so much."

xxxxxxx

"Please move in with me."

"Huh?"

You raise your head from his chest and look into his sleepy eyes. You blink confused, slightly shifting your body into a more comfortable position on top of him while the roaring sounds from "Godzilla" echo through the room.

Moving in so suddenly?

But it's moving in with Iwaizumi. How could you say no to that?

"Okay."

xxxxxxxx

You're without a doubt overwhelmed and don't know what to say when you look at the man in front of you on his knees- and towards the ring in his hands.

"Will you marry me?"

xxxxxxxxx

One of the most memorable moments of your wedding is without a doubt Oikawa's face- full of happy tears while sobbing "Congrats, Iwa-chan, y/n-chan," and how he tries to give his speech in which he declares that it was him who brought the two of you together, while clearly being drunk already.

The moment that you will truly never forget, however, is Iwaizumi's face when he sees you in your wedding dress for the very first time. Absolutely stunned, full of love and admiration, and it was all for you.

The way he gently held your hand during the ceremony, and how he simply wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up to carry you, causing the wedding guests to swoon and laugh.

x

"My beautiful wife." He whispers and presses another kiss against your calf. "So, so beautiful." He travels towards your knee and leaves a trail of sweet and teasing kisses, holding your leg steady to keep you from squirming. He finally reaches the fabric around your upper thigh and wraps his teeth around it to pull it down on your leg.

You wiggle under his lips, your breath already shallow and fast, you feel almost dizzy from watching the handsome man working between your legs- his tie loosened and his dark hair messy from how many times you've been running your hands through it tonight. Your wedding dress is bunched up around your hips, exposing your legs and underwear to Iwaizumi, but you know that you won't wear the dress for much longer.

Iwaizumi's lips curl into a triumphant smile as soon as he manages to free the wedding band from your body. "Look, I got it." You smile at his almost childish triumphant expression and suppress a laugh that threatens to burst out of you. That's exactly the man you've fallen for at that night five years ago.

He is quick to dive back between your legs though, and you gasp his name when he directly kisses your pussy through your white underwear. "Don't worry, my dear wife. Your husband is here with you now. Forever and ever."

[catapparently]

~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~

Chapter 2 : Gorgeous

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

Summary of Ch1: Flashback for poor Avery. She'd always play games with her mom. One day, when her mom was in the hospital, she gave Avery one last game and sent her on a treasure hunt. In the end, Avery only found Libby's phone number. By the time she made it back, her mother had died. Libby moved in with Avery in her little apartment above her mom's old antique shop and helps her co-manage the store. Nash comes in one day to buy a dagger and hits (nicely) on Libby. Avery angry.

Nash had been stopping by the antique shop more and more often lately. It was painfully obvious that he was here to see Libby. Avery didn’t like him in the slightest; to her, it seemed like he pitied their situation. Every time he stopped by, he bought one of the pricier items with his fancy card. She wasn’t a fool; she knew exactly what he was trying to do. He didn’t need to step in. They were doing just fine. After Avery had contacted her two years ago, Libby moved into the apartment above the little shop with her. She fell in love with all the antiques, and so,  she decided to help her out and co-manage while Avery went to school.

The dainty bell on the door rang. It had been her mother’s pride and joy when it was first installed. The shop had always been her biggest dream ever since she’d been a teenager. Having a bell that rang everytime a customer came in made her mother feel like it was ‘a real shop’. Avery looked up from her history textbook to silently judge whoever had entered the shop this time.  

Nash. Again. Of course, but this time he had company. Two boys followed him closely, both taller than him. All three were carrying cardboard boxes. One of them was about an inch shorter than the other one and had pale blonde hair. If her poker face weren’t perfect, she might have laughed at the sight of him in a fancy, stiff suit in the unbearable Texas weather.

She would have if she wasn’t so focused on whatever he was palming in his pocket. The outline of it faintly resembled that of a gun. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.  

She wasn’t used to feeling fear, completely unfamiliar to that sinking feeling in her chest: the way her heart sped up, her thoughts jumbling and all of her senses hyper aware of everything around her.  

She wasn’t stupid. They clearly had money, and she didn’t even need to have seen Nash’s debit card to know it. It was apparent in the way that the three of them dressed and held themselves, looking at everything like they could own it and control it with a snap of their fingers. The gun could only mean one thing; they were criminals of some sort. Gangsters? No, gangsters didn’t have that much money or elegance.  

Her throat went dry as she recalled the headlines in the newspaper the other day: ‘Mafia territory wars in Texas’. She knew her gut had been right about this Nash guy. Not good for Libby.  

Nash grinned at her and set his box on the counter. 

“Hey, kid. We brought you some old, unique stuff that you could definitely sell for a lot.”  

“Libby’s not here,” she said, trying to calm herself down. If Nash- or whoever he reported to- wanted her or her sister dead, he would have killed her earlier.  

Mafia. Not good. But, if not good, why handsome? His brothers looked like younger versions of those Greek mythology figures in movies.  

She shifted uncomfortably. The blonde one was scrutinizing her face intently. She knew she wasn’t model pretty, just average with her ashy brown hair, but did he really need to look at her like something was wrong with her face? His pale grey eyes were honestly breathtaking, but he sure looked scary like this, stoic and unmoving. 

The other brother, brown-haired, elbowed him. “Cut it out, Gray.” 

Great. One evil-gun-brother identified. ‘Gray’.  

Nash cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah, introductions. Sorry, kid. These are my younger brothers, Grayson and Jameson.” 

They set their boxes on the counter too, and Nash started pulling out objects he brought and showing them to her. “ This is a really old typewriter, a limited edition. A Hammond 1, 1885. You could sell it for a lot. Then there’s-” 

He stopped short, and both he and Grayson turned to look at the other brother who had pulled out a glass princess ballerina from his box.  

“Why are you looking at me like that? We don’t have a use for it anymore, and it would cost a lot.” 

Avery felt her blood boil in her veins. Damn Nash and his obvious savior complex. She and Libby did not need saving. They were fine just the way they were. So what if they lived in a shitty little apartment and could barely afford the heating? They were alive and weren’t starving. He didn’t need to pity them and play charity.  

Jameson flashed a wide smile at her, meeting her eyes with his own striking green ones as he handed her the intricate glasswork. “How about you keep it? I think it suits you rather well.” 

Despite her reservations towards them and their intentions, Avery couldn’t help the slight warmth that rose to her cheeks as she took the piece of glass from him. “They’re dangerous, Avery,” she thought. “Bad guys. One of them has a gun.”  

Grayson stepped forward; leaning over the counter to stare right into her soul, as though ready to call her out on any dishonesty. 

“Say, Miss Grambs, have you ever heard of the name Kaylie Rooney, Morticia Rooney, or Hannah Rooney? Anybody with that last name?” He stared at her, and, even with his emotionless, controlled facade, she could tell that he was suspicious of something, that he definitely had an ulterior motive to ask her that.

Jameson glared at him. “That was my line to ask.” 

Avery ignored him. “How did you know my last name?” She frowned, crossing her arms.  

“I have my sources. Now answer the question.” Grayson retorted.  

“No, I don’t.” 

“No secret inheritances? Maybe your mother or grandmother? Relatives?” 

She wasn’t going to let this conceited stranger with a gun in his pocket boss her around like this. “My family is hardly any of your concern, and, for the record, my mother- Sarah Grambs- is dead, and I’ve never met any relatives.” 

Nash cleared his throat once more, the sound echoing in the silent room. Avery was considering giving him cough syrup as a fuck-off-and-leave-my-sister-alone gift.  

“Sorry about him, kid. There’s someone very important to us who’s missing, and we thought you might have seen something in this shadier part of the neighborhood. Grayson is, um, particularly emotional about it.” 

Lie. She thought that he’d be a better liar than this. She’d watched so many murdery mystery movies, and the handsome mafia guys always lied flawlessly. 

She felt even more insulted now. Not only was he trying to give her and Libby- though mostly Libby- more money by buying random stuff from the store, but now he was insulting their neighborhood, and, by extension, the fact that they couldn’t afford a place in a nicer one. Or Avery was too sensitive. Who knows? She’d become a lot of things in the two years after her mom’s death.  

Taking the lead, he ushered his brothers towards the door, a hand placed on each of their shoulders. Just as he was leaving, he spun around, remembering something.  

“Oh, but if you ever find out something about someone with the last name Rooney, just ask Libby to give ya my phone number, ‘lright? See ya.” 

With that, he walked out, joining his brothers in a sleek black car. Avery stared at them suspiciously through the windows, trying to ignore the fact that Libby was texting Nash, and that Drake would be furious if he ever found out. Jameson slid his hand into his pocket, feeling around for an object. She couldn’t see much from this far, but her eyes caught a metallic glint. A gun? Another weapon? Whatever it was, she was wary of them.  

Once they were gone, she closed up the shop for lunch. She went to the room behind the counter and sat on the worn-out couch, pulling out her old phone and typing “Hawthorne Texas” into the search bar. Nothing on Wikipedia or anything else. Finally, she found an article that read “Son of the head of Hawthorne Mafia, Tobias Hawthorne II, dead in fire on Hawthorne Island”. So her suspicions had been right. They were mafia. She scrolled through the article, and a picture of said Tobias II came up. She stared at it, an unsettling feeling churning in her heart. He looked painfully familiar, like an itch in the depths of your brain when you forget something, but you can’t remember what. She was very sure she’d never seen him before. Had she?

[natelawtism]

Thinking about a rownate au.... breakup au specifically

BUT!! Very specific type of breakup au!!!

Nate broke up with Rowan at the end of their senior year. Why Nate specifically? Because we all know Ro would never end them shdkdks 😭

They're both going to continue their lives in such different places that Nate didn't want to continue dating, nothing against Rowan SPECIFICALLY. Just didn't want to do long-distance (which they have to do for a bit in the normal au). Rowan is absolutely heartbroken, obviously, but respects Nate's wishes and just.... suffers. He'd never loved like that before, and the fact Nate wasn't willing to go through something difficult for them also hurt a lot. Rowan gave him his heart but.. ultimately understood. It was his fault he got so attached to a highschool relationship. Those were never built to last.

So, they don't talk after high school. Rowan couldn't handle staying friends and he KNEW that. Good-terms doesn't mean he could handle seeing or talking to Nate. Rowan doesn't contact Everett anymore, either, even though they had become friends(ish), since Eve is Nate's BEST FRIEND.

Rowan gets over him (at least he thinks he does), and the same goes for Nate. Nate doesn't date anyone else and doesn't make an attempt to. Rowan DOES make an attempt to date afterward, but has no luck actually clicking with a guy. They're both VERY single.

AND THEN! WHAT HITS THEM? HIGH SCHOOL REUNION INVITE.

Nate doesn't want to go because he doesn't care enough, but he ends up going anyway.

Rowan DOES want to go, but doesn't wanna run into Nate. He BEGS Alicia to bring Vianca with her because he NEEDS support. (Since... the last time he felt something in a relationship was with Nate) Rowan loves Alicia's girlfriend.

And Rowan does have fun! He loves reconnecting with people and hanging out with people he hasn't had the chance to in a while. But... then he sees Nate. And he's like ohhh fuck. This is gonna be awkward. But then he does a double take and realizes oh my god he's so handsome. He grew up WELL. Given it's only been a few years, but they've still changed! He looks like the same Nate he always knew... but different. Less tense, happier. (He never un-learned Nate's tells)

And Nate catches a glimpse of Rowan and Rowan looks breathtaking. He feels like his heart could explode. He hadn't attempted any romance after they broke up, and had pushed down all the feelings from their breakup until he was "over it". ALL of these feelings come flooding seeing Rowan.

They end up having a conversation and having a good time! Definitely not as awkward as Rowan thought it would be. It goes really well and ultimately Rowan enjoys reconnecting with him, though he does let Alicia know that "ohmygod he's hot I need to get out of this fucking room immediately" before they talked. Nate himself realizes how much he missed Rowan. How amazing it felt to be around him again.

Eve, while talking with both Rowan and Nate, decides to invite Ro, Alicia (with Vianca), and Missy to hang out with them while they're all in town. They agree (Missy agrees for Rowan) and make plans! Both Rowan and Nate are VERY on the fence about this, just because they don't know what it'll entail, AND they both just simultaneously realized they are not even close to over each other.

They end up hanging out a few times while they're all there, and Rowan and Nate keep having forced proximity and they realize they still VERY much like each other. Seriously. Possibly even moreso (now that Nate is letting himself feel things and is going to therapy). All of their friends can see them being gay and hiding it, but Everett is really happy to see Nate so happy with someone again. :3c

[bonkwosher]

Gus Fring Jealousy/Possessiveness Headcanons

A/N: Aka Gus dealing with assholes that flirt with you. I'm so absolutely down bad for Gus it's insane. Also, x male reader bc Gus is gayyyyyy.

Contains: Implied age gap relationship, possessiveness, creepy man (Not Gus), jerk, LYLE CONTENT

Pairing(s): Gustavo "Gus" Fring x Reader

I would say let's take it on a "how long have you been dating" basis but Gus is possessive from day one, maybe even before that. He doesn't often have the opportunity to feel jealous, he's much older than you so you two don't really go to parties or clubs. He keeps you in his proximity as often as possible & that wards most off.

He had even gone out & bought you a necklace with his name on it, if he's feeling particularly moody & you aren't wearing it he'll point that out. If you forget to put it on when getting dressed up for a dinner he'll come up behind you & slowly put it on you, looking into your eyes through the mirror that stood in front of you.

Speaking of fancy dinners, that was the first time Gus got jealous. It was your second date & he had invited you to an elegant restaurant. You looked out of place even while wearing a suit. Gus walked briskly up to you & offered you his hand, leading you back to his table. You were a blushing mess.

Everything was fine until a drink appeared at your table, your favorite drink. You noted that & thanked the waiter before they said, "The gentleman over there ordered this for you." Gus looked up to see a man practically drooling over you from the bar. His smile dropped, only returning when you held eye contact with him.

"That's so nice of them, hey, free drink!" You chuckled. 'You're gullible' Gus thought to himself. Thinking the man wanted nothing more than to be nice. He felt his fists clenching, now under the table to hide his anger. Yeah, maybe Gus needs a little longer to process his feelings for you but that doesn't mean someone can waltz in, buy you a drink, & whisk you away before he knows what he wants. On the inside he loves you, he'll deny it because memories of Max will come up, but his heart knows. He tells himself the root of his possessiveness is that he wants to get to know you without other influences.

"What would you like off the menu?" he asked, quickly trying to change the subject. Gus sat in silence as he read through the menu, you pointing out all the things that sounded good. Finally, you found something. The only problem, it was terribly expensive. Your voice went high, "Oh- um, I don't think I'm hungry."

Gus placed his menu on the table, "What do you mean?" You closed the menu & sat back, arms crossed. "I insist that you get something to eat, Y/N. You do know this is my treat right?"

"Are you sure?' You feel almost bad that this man is offering to pay so much for you to eat. "Absolutely. Plus, if some sleazy bar-goer can buy you your favorite drink I have to top that somehow." You pointed out the item on the menu quietly. "Oh! Very good choice," Gus chimed before returning to his own menu.

You guys had a long period of peace right up until you were about to finish your food. The man from the bar had come up to your table, probably a bit buzzed. "Hey there, handsome. I'm about to go but I wanted to get your number." You froze, beginning to stammer out a response. Gus set his utensils down on his plate & wiped his hands on his napkin as you continued to babble. He stood up & faced the man, yeah he was shorter & probably less built, but his cold stare was deadly.

"You should get home before you embarrass yourself any further," Gus spoke, looking directly into the man's eyes. The man felt a shiver but persisted, ignoring Gus, "I have to admit, from the bar you looked amazing but now that I am up close... you are breathtaking." Gus places a firm grip on the man's forearm, forcing your admirer to turn to him. "What is your problem man?" Made Gus' grip tighten, the man let out an "Ow!"

"What do you think you are getting at here, can't you see that he & I are here together? On top of that, he is clearly uninterested! Buying a drink for someone & giving them a rapey look from across the room, get some class! Hitting on a taken man? Clearly, you lack the spine to even close on a relationship so you have to attempt to destroy other's love. I gave you your chance to leave. Take. It. Now."

The man ripped his arm from Gus & put his hands up in surrender before running off. Gus sighed & fixed his coat before sitting back down, "So, are you hungry for dessert?"

Bonus bc I'm amazing /j:

As much as it worried Gus, especially after Hector & Lalo frequented his restaurant, you would visit him sometimes at work. Of course, he didn't voice his concerns because he wanted to wait as long as possible to tell you about his real work, if ever. To attempt to make you stop visiting, he would ignore you as much as he could, using the excuse, "I'm sorry Y/N, I have a lot of work to do."

You would chat with Lyle, getting free food & sitting at the booth with the best view. On breaks, Lyle would sit with you & talk about random things or whatever you wanted to talk about. Surprisingly enough, Lyle didn't worry Gus. You would absentmindedly play with your necklace that had his name on it & Lyle must've gotten the hint at that point.

It wasn't until Lyle's friends showed up to check out his work & the quote "food that's to die for." Lyle's two friends sat with you him once they got their food, a man named Jake took the spot next to you. He said something stupid that made you laugh really hard. At that moment, without anyone noticing, a camera stopped while facing your booth. Gus was watching.

The four of you spoke & you kept laughing. Laughing so much your cheeks & core hurt. Normally, Gus would be swooning, mentally remarking that you were the light of his life. Though knowing it wasn't him that was making you happy struck a cord. It didn't help that the man was your age, your age gap being something that made Gus feel guilty.

As you were telling a story to the boys, a cup was placed in front of you. Your favorite drink. Gus took note of it from your second date, trying to take something good out of that encounter. You looked up to see him with his customer service smile & thanked him. You could tell he was about to ask if the food was good.

"Hey asshole, can't you tell we're talking here? Get me a coke while you're out here giving everyone drinks," Jake took Gus' interjection as a rude interruption, arguably going too far. "Jake, he was just being nice. Why are you so-"

"It doesn't matter, Y/N. This guy is some minimum-wage loser that interrupted my conversation with you. He gets paid to make chicken & serve decent members of society like me!" You couldn't help but smirk to stop yourself from outright laughing in his face. Lyle buried his head in his hands, regretting associating with someone like this (Not like Lyle knew, he's best boy).

You looked back up to Gus who now had his cold, soulless stare. You made eye contact with Jake, "That is my boyfriend, the owner of this whole franchise. Decent member of society my ass." The shock on his face from your statement doubled when Gus grabbed him & dragged him out of the restaurant, throwing him outside.

"Do not show your face in a Los Pollos Hermanos ever again," he spoke before wiping his hands together. He turned to you & grabbed your arm, pulling you into his office. You gave him a big hug, but the fact that he didn't hug back scared you a little. You quietly apologized, "I didn't know he was like that. From the looks of it, Lyle didn't know either."

Gus pulled away & brought his hand to your necklace, staring at it silently while brushing his thumb over the lettering. "Gus, I hope you don't think I was into the guy. I love you, only you."

He looked up at you wordlessly before looking back at the necklace. His mind was churning, fighting back every urge to manipulate you into never talking to another man ever again. He promised himself he'd never hurt you but watching you naively satiate every man's need for your attention drove him mad. His intentions weren't to freak you out with silence, rather to protect from the words he could say.

He knew how to stop himself & you from talking. You rambled on about how you were sorry, "Gus, I promise I didn't mean to-"

"Be quiet." Gus gripped the necklace tightly & pulled you forward into a kiss. You were shocked by how this turned around but can't say you were complaining, you thought just a second ago that Gus was going to break up with you.

It was far, far from that.

[hisprettiestregret]

Neymar x f reader!!!

Content: not much but knowing the characters I promise I’ll post the other part once I’m done with this one

PART |

Gif not mine🤍

Y/N Y/L/N is such a famous name and is known worldwide! Y/n is an actress and a beauty  influencer and a makeup influencer. You have so much potential and power you’re so powerful to the point where people envy you. You are beautiful so much so they can’t even tell what’s the difference between you and the moon (cuz u know the moon is beautiful) but most surely you’re more beautiful. With so much power has its side effects people want to use you that thing makes you hard to get and push everybody.

You have two best friends you guys are basically like sisters you’re the middle one of the group

Arabella is the oldest in the group you and the other friend rely on her she’s from a wealthy family and she’s an arab she's beautiful like really( she’s a Muslim and a hijabi:) )

Y/N (you) you’re the most beautiful among the trio (The middle one) you’re the type who brings the tea around and Arabella and the other friend really like your charm

Lily the youngest in the group she’s the party quite literally! She’s the funniest and if she just said a word you and Arabella would burst out laughing! (She is Vietnamese Asian!)

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You were getting ready to go to a party with your friends to have some fun you were wearing such a beautiful dress that was breathtaking (will show at the end of the story) you come out of the dressing room as you see your besties gasping in amusement  "OH MY GOD Y/N YOU LOOK SO DAMN STUNNING IM SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR U BABE!!" Lily said with a dramatic facial expression and voice. You giggle "like they say lily, the wearer of the dress makes it more beautiful not going to lie y/n you look gorgeous!" Arabella said with a calm yet energetic voice and a small grin "Thanks ara , you also look beautiful" (will show lily and Arabella dress in the end) "THAT'S WHAT I SAID, LOVE!!!" Lily scream out of  excitement!

"Now ladies we have a party to attend, don’t we?" You said with an engine voice  the two girls nod Arabella on the right side of you and lily on the left side. You link your arm around their arm as you two got in the limo. When you and the other girls get out of the limo cameras flash before your life! "What the heck?" you said without expecting the flash "omgggg these paparazzi are everywhere!" Lily said angrily "C'mon girls we need to go!" Ara said. You and the girls immediately get in the club with the loud music playing you stand so as Lily is in confusion "MS ARABELLA ISN'T IT HARAM FOR YOU TO GET IN A CLUB!?!?” Lily said with A̶ confused look "RIGHT!!" You said quickly "you dumbasses yes I am I’m leaving from the back exit because this one is filled with paparazzi also I wore this suit because I have meetings to attend see you two later!" Arabella quickly leaves and disappears in the crowd. "umm that was weird but GIRL WE HAVE TO DRINK AND DANCE!" Lily said, "yes let’s party!" You say you and Lily immediately get on the dance floor you Danced your heart out! You look left and right and back to see Lily she was nowhere to be seen. It’s okay she will come around eventually you go to the bar you sit on the chair requesting a cocktail while waiting for your order you see a handsome man with piercing green eyes you could’ve sworn you saw the galaxy in them . Deep inside your heart, you know that you saw him somewhere but where!!!

You try not to look because that’s rude trying to distract yourself you look at your nails that you did in the nail tic until "You know you look silly trying not to look." You turn to the side to see the handsome man chucking "haha… yeah sorry I didn’t want to look weird" you two make eye contact it was heaven!! His eyes.. oh mymymy.. they were just so hypnotizing. That sweet bubble quickly burst as you hear the bartender calling your name "miss miss miss!" The bartender says with an angry expression “ oh yes thank you!” You take the cocktail as the bartender goes to get the orders of the other guests

You look annoyed because of the bartender WHO burst YOUR BUBBLE then you hear a teasing laugh you knew it was the handsome stranger you look at him "You looked so silly" "stop laughing!!!!!" You say "make me" the man looks at you with a smirk "Fine then I’ll leave then,” you say but you just caught the quick facial expression as if he didn’t expect that. the man would grab you by the arm gently "fine I’ll stop just don’t leave!" You grin as if you win. You sit down "So what’s your name?" You say with a tilted head to the side "Neymar jr" the man says while taking a sip from his beer. "What about you?" Neymar asks "Y/N Y/L/N," you say while taking a sip of your cocktail he doesn’t know you which was good so he doesn’t use you like other guys if they had the chance

You and Neymar kept talking for hours.. until "Y/N!" You hear an angry voice you turn to the left oh my god it’s Lily you forgot about her Lily would turn her head to the side to see who’s with you"Ara is here already-" she stops at her track you could see how pale she is she quickly takes you to the side away from Neymar "GIRL YOU ARE WITH NEYMAR THE NEYMAR JR???" Lily says with a scream "I don’t even know him why is he famous or something??” Lily gasps in disbelief "BITCH NEYMAR JR IS A FAMOUS FOOTBALLER HE KNOWS MESSI AND MANY MORE!!!" You Stare at her in confusion until it hit you "THE NEYMAR JR THAT HAS BEEN IN OUR FYPS IN TIKTOK THE HANDSOME ONE???" You say in surprise Lily quickly nods omg you knew in your heart that he looked familiar then Neymar clears his throat behind you and Lily you two would quickly turn back “oh neyyyy hiii she’s all yours now TAKE HER" Lily says pushing you at Neymar you aren’t expecting that so as Neymar lily quickly run as he laughs. Neymar is so close and so warm.. HELL EVEN YOUR TITS JIGGLED WHEN LILY PUSHED YOU Neymar was caught off guard once he felt your boobs against his chest and the way they felt and jiggled…

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~~DRESSES~~

YOUR OUTFIT :

So simple yet so sexy Xx

LILLY'S OUTFIT:

So cute and so pretty

ARABELLA'S OUTFIT:

So modest and elegant!

Part two coming soon I promise I’ll keep going if I see the support!

[sir-humphreybone]

Fawthorne Fluff ^^

Julian sat quietly in the corner of the filled Button House ‘common area’ , bored out of his mind as he watched all of the alive couples dance and spin past him for the wedding afterparty . He sighed and put his hands on his knees , standing up and going outside to the large stretch of grass and hedge which was now decorated with various plants , vines and fairy lights that illuminated everything around them . Julian spotted a few of his ghostly friends such as Robin , showing Mary and Kitty the stars a few metres from where he was standing , Captain and Pat who were just chatting at the edge of the ‘outside dance floor’ and Thomas , who looked awfully lonely . The politician couldn’t help but notice that Thomas’ curly hair , dark eyes and perfectly proportioned facial features looked absolutely stunning in the bright , twinkling lights . If he could actually blush , Julian’s face would be slowly turning pinkish-red as he stared at his dark-haired ghost companion . Just as that thought had taken over his mind , the poet glanced in the MP’s direction and Julian broke eye contact just as quickly as it had been initiated .

He turned away and looked for something to be busy with , spotting Fanny and wondering whether he should make some conversation when there was a nervous cough just behind him . Julian , slightly startled , jumped a little before finding it was only Thomas (how fast is this guy?) . He turned around to face the other and if the blonde thought the shorter man looked the most stunning person ever earlier then he was extremely wrong , because now Thomas was magnificently breathtaking . The bright pastel colours of the string lights cast shadows across the poet’s face , making his angles pop out handsomely . The brown curly hair atop the other ghost’s head sat perfectly against his facial complexion and his brown eyes shone brightly as he stared up at Julian . The MP blinked before clearing his throat and converted his expression into a questioning gaze , kinking an eyebrow up slightly .

“ Yes Thorne , what do you need? “

Thomas stood in silence for a moment , opening his mouth , closing it and then shaking his head with a slight annoyance . Julian kept his gaze on the other , watching in amusement as his hair flopping around reminded the taller of an energetic puppy . After a moment or two , Thomas finally looked back up at Julian with embarrassment in his eyes . His hand reached up to rub his neck just under his curly hair , nervously trying to keep eye contact as he attempted to find the words he had originally planned to ask .

“ Thorne? “

“ ah , yes! My apologies- “ Thomas grinned sheepishly as he answered , continuing on with his question “ i , er , i came over here to ask if you’d like to dance.. With me? “

Julian’s eyes widened slightly and even though he knew it was impossible for ghosts to blush , the MP was convinced Thomas knew .

“ ah- a dance? I uh , of course i would love to but uhm.. I can’t , dance- “

Thomas sniggered quietly ,not a teasing laugh, just a small giggle , and slowly dragged Julian to the centre of the mainly-empty dance floor .

“ Don’t worry , I'd be happy to teach you . Here , put this hand on my waist and your other in my right hand “

Julian let Thomas position the pair properly , the poet flashing a nervous smile up at the blonde which was returned in an equally nervous one . After a second , a soothing song came on and Thomas let Julian take the lead, showing him where to put his feet just before, until the two were dancing slowly in the middle of the grass and lights . The brunette had rested his head on Julian’s chest and was now humming along to the music quietly with his eyes closed .

At the edge of the dance floor , Captain and Pat watched Julian and Thomas dancing together , pleasantly surprised at how well they were getting on for once .

“ It’s nice to see them calm and not at each other's throats all of the time “ Pat pointed out , earning a soft ‘mhm’ from the Captain in reply .

[ardenssolis]

There's really no reason for Booty to be here, it's just self indulgence at this point

Boothill couldn't really say what was going on or who this man was, but the eye contact between them made the situation a bit awkward. Granted, it could be argued that the Ranger was 'in the wrong', bag slung over his shoulder with goods and foot hiked up on the windowsill to heft him over and into the building. But who was really to say what was wrong here?

"Uh...Howdy." Of course, naturally, this situation didn't stop him from fully entering the space. "Don't mind me, mister--" There's a look to appreciate the stranger's attire before he continues. "...Mister." What was the opposite of Mistress? Was it just Mister? Mistre? Whatever. Who knows maybe this guy wasn't a Mistress at all, maybe he was just a guy. A very handsome guy, hold on maybe he should ask for his hair care-- uh-uh, no distraction..

Boothill rummages through the bag and sets down a snack as a bribe, then brings a finger to his lips in a 'shh', before attempting to pass him.

❝…❞ Who in the world was this and why were they staring at him? There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in this particular area, which was one of the reasons that Ozymandias was present to begin with as he did value his privacy. However, out of nowhere this…most peculiar looking man just came out of nowhere. Slowly his gaze drifted to the bag the other had in hand, a brow raising with faint curiosity. A thief? Well, that was none of his business, really. It wasn’t his things that were stolen (he was quite sure about that), so why bother to care? Frowning, he narrowed is eyes a little at that rather prolonged stare. Yes, he was aware of how breathtaking he was to behold to the average individual, yet even so…what atrocious manners. At least apologize for entering someone’s space without permission! ❝You are staring a bit hard, whoever you are. At least introduce yourself first.❞

     Not that they would.

     They were a thief, after all. It was probably bad enough that Ozymandias was witness to their crime. His brows furrowed with ever growing confusion as a snack was placed down – w-was…was that a bribe? Were they trying to bribe him? Hmm…acceptable. He would let this slight pass for the time being and allow this stranger to continue with their heist or whatever it was that was going on here. As they sought to pass him, he turned his head a little, just enough to watch the other from the corner of his eye. ❝The area for the most part is clear over here, though I do recommend you still be careful just in case someone else decided to have the same idea I did when coming here.❞

[traceyaudette]

Broken Dreams and Wild Hearts

Ch 4-Lying, Cheating, Dealing, and  Stay the F* Away from My Daughter

Dedria stared at the stone wall, gazing at the boundary lines marked by the posts from the survey that marked her property. She sighed deeply, feeling the anger and frustration bubbling inside her. She couldn't help but feel angry by the numerous mistakes made by the contractors, architects, lawyers, land developers, and real estate agents involved in the project. Despite all the errors, she was the only one getting screwed over; She glanced at the stone wall, realizing it would have to come down and be brought inward by one hundred feet.  Dedria's frustration grew even more when she thought about the consequences of moving the stone wall. It was a clear example of how one person's negligence and incompetence could have far-reaching implications for others.

As she approached the boundary lines, she couldn’t help but smile; she had owned it for six years without any disputes.  She was eager to expand Ice Castles and had ordered a property assessment to enable her to proceed. Dedria considered the possibility of building on the other side of the property line, regardless of the findings of the assessment.  She felt excitement and anticipation; it was just wooded, and the only ones who knew the truth were her and her team. Nobody complained that she had breached their property and had to get off it. Dedria quickly pulled out flags, walked towards the gate, and admired the breathtaking view of the surrounding woods.

She couldn't help but envision the magnificent Ice Castles, the cabins she wanted to build for the new business to introduce the product she and the boys had developed. Dedria had always been a dreamer; this project was her most significant. She knew the challenges ahead but was ready to face them head-on. The property assessment would provide valuable information, but Dedria was confident in her team's ability to overcome any possible obstacles.

"Knock down the wall and start work on the new cabins immediately!" Dedria instructed her team, her smile reflecting her eagerness to see the project come to life. She didn't consider the consequences that might arise from her impulsive decision. Dedria stared at the stone wall, gazing at the boundary lines.

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.XXX

Celestia was walking down the street when she collided with a solid mass moving at a high rate of speed. She felt the sensation of a winter day, and her breath was momentarily stolen from her. She let out a scream of terror and surprise as she felt her body spiral downward. A feeling of warmth and comfort spread over her as his arms wrapped around her, and they both started to fall. She looked into his silver eyes; this was the handsome, dark-haired stranger she had seen in a vision once before. She could feel his fears, worries, and concerns the minute they made skin contact; it was overwhelming.

As they slowly fell, she could sense his vulnerability and the weight of his past. It appeared that an invisible thread that had brought them together, in this moment, had entwined their souls. The wind whipped against their faces, the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins, and yet, amidst the chaos, there was an undeniable sense of peace. She was aware deep down that this encounter wasn't just a coincidence but a meeting that fate had planned.

“Quinn?” The man's voice shook as he called out her daughter's name, causing Celestia's heart to race with fear and worry. She shoved him away with a fierce glare, feeling anger and frustration. She knew a protector was coming for Quinn and her. Celestia was sure it was not this guy; she was sure she would have a feeling when her daughter’s protector showed up. Who was he, and what did he want?

As Celestia confronted the man, her mind raced with questions. Who was he, and what did he want with her daughter? She couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow connected to the protection she had sensed was coming. However, his presence also filled her with unease and skepticism. Celestia needed answers, and she was determined to get them.

She stood tall; her gaze steady as she assessed the man before her. His features were shrouded in mystery, and his eyes were piercing and intense. Celestia could sense a power emanating from him, a familiar and foreign force. As she stepped closer, her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and determination fueling her every move.

“Stay the fuck away from my daughter!”

Celestia stood up, her mind racing with a million thoughts, as she ran down the street towards her car. She needed to talk to Shyleigh to get some answers and figure out what was happening.

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Kellen watched her runaway from him; he smiled at her words. He wanted to go after her, but his training as a soldier kept him from chasing her down; he knew it would only spook her more. She is connected to Quinn; he needs to find this little girl. He closed his eyes, trying to find the connection again, but he found nothing.

Disappointed, Kellen opened his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. His bond with the little girl vanished, leaving him unsettled and unsure of his next move. Knowing that she held the key to learning Quinn's whereabouts increased his desire to find her. As he stood there, lost in thought, a sudden realization struck him—perhaps he needed to approach this situation from a different angle.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the little girl and the meadow.  

 “Come on, Quinn, my name is Kellen. Are you safe?” Kellen called out gently, using his mind. He hoped to receive some reassurance that she was safe and unharmed. He could only hear silence. With every fiber of his being, he wished for her safety and vowed to protect her from whatever danger she might face.

He jumped when a hand slapped him on the back and heard a hardy laugh fill his ears. “I see women are still falling at your feet!” His heart raced as he turned to face Aden, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Well, you know how it is," he replied, trying to conceal his embarrassment. "Some things never change." Kellen rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"Yep, and they take off running in the other direction!” Drake, the SGT. of Arms, laughed.

Kellen chuckled, playfully punching Drake on the shoulder. "Oh, come on now, Drake. You know you're just jealous." Aden joined in on the laughter, slapping Kellen on the back again.

"Jealousy is an understatement. You've always had that charm, my friend." Kellen smirked, knowing his friends were teasing him but secretly enjoying the attention. As they continued to joke and laugh, Kellen couldn't help but feel grateful for the camaraderie he had found within this tight-knit group.

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Kellen loved these moments with his friends, where they could let loose and banter with one another. The teasing and laughter brought a sense of belonging, reminding him of the strong bond they had formed over the years. As they rode towards the clubhouse, Kellen couldn't help but reflect on how lucky he was to have found such loyal companions who always had his back in good times and when facing challenges.

The three rode off towards the clubhouse, needing their weekly meeting to discuss issues with a local business. There was a pressing matter of a local brothel owner intruding on land that was not theirs and possibly selling drugs in Hwen. They needed to discuss a plan to convince the owners of Ice Castles not to sell drugs and to respect the boundaries of their community. Kellen had always admired his friends' dedication to justice and unwavering determination to protect their town. As they approached the clubhouse, Kellen's mind began to race with ideas and strategies, eager to contribute to the cause. He knew their collective strength and unity would be crucial in dealing with such a delicate situation. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation inside the dimly lit room adorned with posters and maps. The familiar scent of coffee and the sound of hushed whispers added to the sense of urgency in the air. Kellen took a deep breath, ready to share his insights and play his part in preserving the harmony of Hwen.

[legally-lupin]

The Yule ball- George Weasley x Fem!reader

Summary- you(Gryffindor reader)go to the ball with George Weasley much to Draco’s dismay but nothing will stop you or George.

Warnings: a bit steamy at the end but nothing too extreme.

Words: 1,493

You were getting ready in the dorm room with Hermione and Ginny you three were gossiping to each other as you got ready. You were doing Hermione’s hair.

“Thanks y/n it looks lovely” Hermione grinned looking at her hair in the mirror

“You look gorgeous mione. And you too gin” the two girls smiled brightly whilst fixing themselves in the mirror.

You were wearing a stunning olive green satin cowl neck maxi dress twined with a pair of lace green heels that complimented your attire very well. Your makeup was matched with soft brown pallets on your eyes as well as some gloss.

“I can’t believe you're going with my brother” Ginny laughed

“I can’t believe it either” y/n said blushing slightly.

“Y/n has a crush” Hermione sang teasingly but it was true.

As soon as the yule ball was announced George was the first one to ask you. Of course, many guys did ask you including Draco Malfoy but they weren’t quick enough to capture you. George Weasley was the one who captured your heart.

As you and mione parted ways with Ginny as she went with Neville you both head down the stairs, heels clicking on the old steps as you both walked down arms linked.

Viktor Krum watched Hermione like a hawk. You giggled as you ushered her to him.

“Good luck” she whispered as she shyly went to Viktor

“Well don’t you look ravishing” you turned around smiling shyly

“Thanks, Fred you look rather dashing” you joked and complimented your friend Angelina

“Where’s George?” You felt a hand on your shoulder

“Speak of the devil” Angelia grinned you looked up at George smiling a pearly white smile

“Oh Georgie you look so handsome” you straighten up his tie and the boy reddened

“Thank you love but you are looking drop-dead gorgeous tonight. I mean you look lovely all the time” you chuckled and blushed at the boy's rambling and gave him a kiss on the cheek making him go a crimson red.

“Thank you, George” you linked arms with him and went into the great hall waiting for the champions to enter. You and George were talking when you were interrupted by someone.

“Y/n you look breathtaking” it was Draco Malfoy. You smiled at Draco

“Thanks, Draco you look good too” you held onto George’s arm tighter to reassure him as he looked down at the floor.

“Save me a dance will you?” the blonde hair boy asked his date looked at him in shock as he wasn’t giving her no attention

“If you’re lucky” you simply replied going back to you and George’s conversation.

As the champions walked in with their dates you made eye contact with Hermione giving her a big thumbs up and a cheeky wink sent to the girl who just simply laughed at her friend and you gave a good luck smile to Harry who looked terrified. Soon after the champions finished their dance everyone started dancing looking down at you and smiling the redhead boy offered his hand

“M’lady” you giggled and took his hand and the both of you were dancing together and it was pure bliss. George’s hand was firm on your waist and one in your hand and one of yours was on his shoulder whilst the other linked with his hand. You two got many stares but you danced like there was no one in the room.

The two of you sat down next to his twin whilst Angelina danced with a drumstrang boy.

“Can you believe it? The cheek of that guy honestly” Fred huffed taking a drink of his punch

“Oooo someone’s jealous” y/n sang teasingly at the boy poking his side

“I’m not jealous at all. Hey y/n wanna dance” Fred shot up and offered his hand you looked at George offering your hand

“Let’s all dance yeah?” The twin's eyes lit up and dragged you to the dance floor. The three of you danced to the upbeat music and Angelina stole a glance at the three of you. She felt guilty.

“This is fun!” Fred screamed over the loud music twirling you around. You giggled slightly and a wave of dizziness came over you. You bumped into George’s chest

“Merlin I feel dizzy” you stopped for a min

“Too much spinning?” Fred asked his head tilting to the side you nod your head laughing

“Just a bit I’m gonna go sit down for a minute” you trailed your way through many body’s and went to sit down waiting for your head to stop spinning. You then felt a presence next to you.

“Why are you here by yourself?” Draco asked sitting next to you

“Just waiting for my head to stop spinning” you simply said with your heads in your hands

“Y/n!” You looked up to see the twins jogging towards you

“What do you want Malfoy” Fred became instinctively protective

“Listen Weasley I’m not doing anything I was just seeing if she wanted to dance” Malfoy spat not looking at the boys

“Does she look like she wants to dan-

“Fred” y/n interrupted the boy and stood up

“Georgie I’m just giving him one dance otherwise he won’t shut up about it” George nodded understandingly he trusted you. You were his best friend, he loved you more than that obviously but he was too scared to tell you

“We’ll be waiting” the twins stated at the same time. Sitting down where you were just sat. Malfoy smirked then offered his arm and you both swayed to a slow song

“So you having a good night?” Draco asked turning you around

“Yeah, it’s been lovely. What happened to your date?” You joked as he dipped you down

“She was annoying” he simply stated and lifted you back up your noses touched Draco's pale skin turned into a pink tint but you moved your face and kept dancing. Once the song had finished you bid your goodbyes to Draco who thanked you for making his night a whole lot better. You saw the twins waiting at the doors for you.

“What the hell was that Malfoy was about to kiss you,” Fred says the three of you walking to the common room

“I moved my face. I don’t want my first kiss to be him” the twins stopped and looked at you

“What?” You three stood on the staircase

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” George pried

“No” you shyly said looking down at the floor to hide the redness of your cheeks

“Wow,” the twins said you raised an eyebrow at the two. You three entered the common room and threw yourselves on the couches by the fireplace.

George sat beside you and Fred sat on the floor resting his head on the chair

“It’s been a great night thank you, Boys, for making it even better” y/n smiled at the twins resting her head on George’s shoulder and staring into the fire, a few moments later Angelina walked in smiling to herself. Her smile dropped when she saw the three of you. Fred didn’t look at her and just lifted his head to the edge of the sofa staring at the ceiling the air was tense.

“Hey guys” Angelina awkwardly said sitting on an armchair

“Hey Angie” y/n smiled at the girl who just looked guilty for some reason

“Fred I’m sorry” Fred huffed the girl's words and got up to sit beside you not looking at her

“You kissed him, Angelina. You were my date” Fred spat staring at the fire

“Wait what” y/n stared in shock

“It happened when you were dancing with Malfoy” George whispered to her. y/n eyes widened at George who bit the inside of his cheek you placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder. He looked so sad Angelina cried and ran up to her dorm.

“Hey, Freddie how bout us three go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Fred just shrugged his shoulders bid his goodnight and went to his dormitory.

Y/n gave a sad smile to George who just stared at her. Her kindness and her love for his family just made him feel so warm. His mother loved her. She always helped out in the house even when Mrs.Weasley said it’s not a problem.

“George?” Y/n George shook his head and looked at the fire

“Sorry love didn’t mean to stare too long for you to notice” he laughed and nudges the girl she blushed staring at him. His lightly freckled face those gorgeous brown eyes that fiery red locks

“Now you’re staring lo-” George was cut off by a sweet kiss. The kiss he’s been waiting for ages for.

“Oh Merlin George I'm so sorry-“ y/n was cut off by a kiss this time it was longer y/n hand went in George’s hair tugging at it slightly he held back a moan as he pulled her onto his lap his big hands going on to her waist pulling her insanely close to him. Y/n hands wrapped around his neck tugging at his hair now and then. The two were interrupted by a very horrified Ginny and a smirking Hermione.

“Ooooo y/n!!!” Hermione cheered for her friend as Ginny pretended to gag

“So gross you two. Get a room” Ginny laughed and walked off with Hermione

“Maybe we will” George shouted only getting a vomiting sound as a response.

“Love, will you do the honours of being mine?” George smiled as the girl said yes and kissed her once more.

[dead-inside-writer]

"Amor de mi Vida" (Encanto Camilo x GN! Reader)

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pairing: Camilo madrigal x reader

summary: Camilo heard that Y/N had a date this Saturday.

theme: fluff and bits of angst+jealousy!

pronouns: he/him for Camilo, they/them for reader

warnings: none

word count: 785

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The market was full of bustling noises, barters, and people constantly moving around. It was a busy day, for another special event was coming up in Encanto.

The Madrigal family wanted to celebrate Casita coming back after its fall a few days ago. Even if Abuela Alma tried to soften her words and ways, it was hard to break old habits. She wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. However, she did include her son, Bruno, and granddaughter, Mirabel in preparing the party.

As expected, The Madrigal family was extremely busy. Running here and there, gathering decorations, and doing thousands of tasks.

Luckily, Camilo had just finished all of his tasks, and before his padre or anyone else could ask him to help or add another task for him to do, he ran to the market.

He needed a break, for four days in a row he had not seen his vida and he was getting desperate. He just wanted to feel their embrace, missing their touch and presence. Oh dios mio, he just needed to be with you this instant!

In a crowd filled with people's voices, his ear immediately perked up when they caught your voice. How could he ever miss it? It was his favorite after all.

Knowing that you were just a few steps away, a large smile find its way to his face. He turned to see you and your friend chatting away, his heart missing a beat when he saw your breathtaking smile.

Just as he was about to steal you away, something your friend said stopped him in his tracks.

"Y/N, you're going on a date this Saturday, right? Want me to help you dress up?" Your friend winked at you teasingly.

You blushed up, you haven't seen him in a while so you can't help but feel a bit flustered about meeting him, your amor.

"Oooooo with him right? That handsome guy," Your other friend nudges your shoulder, smiling mischievously.

"Oi stop or I'll smack you this instant," You let out a laugh, not noticing the boy in his yellow ruana looking at you with sad eyes.

'A date this Saturday? With who?' Camilo thought, his heart ripping as he realized what this could only mean. 'N-no way. They would never do that to me. They love me! They would never cheat on me!'

Feeling like someone was watching you, you looked around and made eye contact with Camilo. Your eyes widen, not expecting to see him in the market. Instantly, you made your way to him, leaving your friends behind.

Your friend saw who you were heading to and understood what was going on.

"See you later, Simp!" One of your friends shouted, running before you can smack them on the head.

You rolled your eyes, you were definitely going to get them later for that, but right now, there were more important matters.

You ran and hugged him tightly, placing your head on his shoulders, but stop when you realized that the boy wasn't hugging you back.

"Mi amor, what's wrong?" You looked up to him, letting go.

His eyes were hesitant to meet yours, and when they did, it was full of pain. You panicked when you see this sight. What happened? Was his Abuela too hard or-

"Date..." He murmured, his voice low.

"Date??" You repeated, confused.

"You have a date this Saturday...?" He said looking at you with betrayal, his voice almost breaking.

"Huh?? Querido, you asked me to go on a date with you after the party, remember?" You said, desperate to make the look in his eyes go away. Holding his arms, scared that he'll leave you without hearing you out.

"Oh...."

"OHHHHHHHH"

Your tense shoulders lighten up as you see a soft smile crawl up to his face.

“I’m so sorry mi vida” Camilo immediately brought you close to his chest while playing with your hair. “I’m so dumb, I completely forgot that I asked you on a date after all the preparations for the party,”

He squeezes you tight as he says, “I… I thought you cheated on me. I know you would never do that but when I heard your friends said you had a date and I-“

Before he could ramble on, you pulled on the collars of his shirt, bringing his lips on yours. He was frozen for a few seconds, but it didn’t take him long to completely melt under your touch, holding your head to deepen the kiss.

You let go of him and gave him a quick peck after seeing his flushed face.

“I’ll never cheat on you, you’re the only one for me, amor de mi vida”

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note: my first ever fanfic hereeee !! tumblr is so fun to write in. please leave a like and feel free to request some encanto fanfics from me! -din

[enhaheeseung]

Mistake

pairings: heeseung X y/n reader.

warnings: ⚠️ 21+, smut, unprotected sex, one night stand, saliva, slight anal kinda-ish, mirror sex. alcohol.

summary : your friends dragged you along to the high school’s graduation party, and ditched you for the first group of guys they seen. leaving you all alone and giving a random stranger the perfect opportunity to approach you.

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you were sat alone at the drink table, taking a sip of the liquid. a slow burn explores your whole body, you were on your fifth drink since your friends had left you hanging.

you were feeling slightly dizzy, but the alcohol percentage wasn’t very high, so a few more couldn’t hurt.

you poured yourself another drink.

“bad break up?” a male voice said approaching your figure.

he was fairly tall, broard shoulders, and long legs, he was still in his uniform from earlier, but still looked handsome nevertheless, and his voice wasn’t too bad on the ears either.

you took a sip from your cup admiring the stranger.

“Actually no, but I think that would have been better than being ditched at a party you never intended to even be at” you let out a heavy sigh.

“well atleast you seem to be enjoying something” he said referring to how many drinks you had consumed.

“as long as I’m here, I might aswell find something to enjoy”

he took a seat to your right. facing you with a drink in hand.

you turned to him. making eye contact for the first time that night, and his eyes were the most beautiful you had ever seen big round orbs sparkling under the dim lights.

“Well what if I told you, I could offer you something that would be even more enjoyable than that drink”.

He proposed the idea while shifting his knee in between your parted legs, he downed the remaining alcohol in his cup.

truthfully he’d been staring at you for awhile, but he only built up the courage to approach you after some more drinks were in his system.

he was hoping no one else would before he got the chance, and to his luck no one did.

Although he did wonder why, In his eyes you looked absolutely stunning. even in a simple sun dress you managed to look breathtaking.

he had to have you.

the shift in his eyes caused your breathing to get uneven, it’s not that you didn’t want him,

the question was, should you?

you decided to go with the feeling between your legs, rather than the feeling in your gut.

“What did you have in mind?” you respond to his question.

“Come, it’ll be easier if I show you” he grabbed your hand and led you to what he thought would be an empty room.

“It seems all the rooms are taken, so if it’s all the same to you? he pointed to the bathroom, he didn’t want his time with you to be in such an unattractive setting, but he needed!you really bad.

and if it had not been for the dampness of your underwear, you would have refused but you needed him just as much.

“Lead the way” you said to him

he opened the bathroom door and pulled you in with him, locking the door in the process.

as soon as the lock clicked, his lips were on yours.

it was filled with nothing but desire and lust. he bit your lip making you gasp allowing him to insert his tongue in your mouth.

the small room already felt hot, a thin layer of sweat covered your body.

you kissed him back with the same desire if not more. the taste of his lips made you more dizzy than the drinks you had prior.

you started sucking on his tongue making him moan into your mouth, and gosh, did his moans sound more beautiful than anything you’ve ever heard, it was like music to your ears.

the way you kissed him just riled him up even more.

he backed you up to the counter, leg between yours as you both grinding into each other.

he moved down and placed hurried kisses to your neck.

“im sorry,!I can’t wait any longer” he felt himself getting harder by the second, and the taste of you had his head spinning, he was drunk off you.

he quickly maneuvered you so your back was facing him while he was behind you.

he slowly lifted your dress up, exposing your lower body. his large veiny hands explored you, he gripped your sides rubbing up and down till reached your ass and massaged you there, until he was content.

he pulled your panties down to you ankles, not missing the string of wetness that contacted them to you.

“Oh fuck, you’re already so wet baby”

“Tell me who has you like this”.

“You do, only you.”

were you really that desperate?

soon you heard him unbuckle his belt. you were waiting to see what he had in store for you already feeling impatient.

You made eye contact with him for the second time that night. watching him from the mirror in front of you two.

he pulled his pants down around his ankles. the need for you was taking over. he didn’t even bother to remove his boxers, opting to just use the hole infront, to remove himself from the confines of his clothing.

he rubbed his length up and down your soaked pussy lips. he groand feeling just how wet you were.

it turned him on more than it probably should have, but he couldn’t careless. he just needed his release.

You felt just how hard he was, while he was tapping his dick on your back side. you let out a small whine watching him from the mirror.

after hearing your sounds he couldn’t hold back anymore, he had to hear more.

slowly inserting himself inside you, the stretch made you arch your back allowing him to go deeper and deeper, filling you up completely with his thick cock.

He had reached a point of no return. the way your walls gripped around him was enough to make him go insane.

“what are you doing to me” he grunted.

you couldn’t speak. the way he held you and how he made you feel, it was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. and once he started thrusting in and out of you…

You were a goner.

he had you wrecked. and you had only met him not even an hour ago.

he sped up his movements making you moan out loud.

He smiled to himself, pleased with how he was able to make you moan out for him.

“ you’re taking me in so we’ll, it’s like this was meant to happen”

you’re not sure, but you were glad it was.

he removed one hand from your hip and stuck his thumb in his mouth, gathering his saliva on it.

he placed his thumb on your tight rim rubbing soft gentle circles before he inserted it inside you.

now with both holes being completely full of nothing but him.

the pace of his thumb matched with his hips. you were completely overwhelmed by pleasure, moaning out so loud that anyone who was paying attention could hear the two of you going at it.

your sounds only spurred him on even more, he was fucking into you so hard but, it felt so good.

you watched him taking you from behind, his lip stuck between his teeth, as he railed you like there was no tomorrow.

The clapping sound only proved further that he was fucking you into complete oblivion.

Through all this you managed to get a few words out.

“W-what’s your name?” you moaned again.

“does it matter?, it’s not like you’re ever gonna see me again.

“I wanna know so I can scream it after you make me cum. please, I’m so close”

your head dropped. and your legs were violently shaking.

he bent down to where his lips were slightly touching the shell of your ear.

goosebumps had formed all over your body, when he whispered.

“You can call me ethan.” he spoke. mind telling me yours love?

“Y/n” you pulled yourself together so you could reply .

“Pretty name for a pretty girl, well y/n are you ready to have the best orgasm of your life?”

“yes, ethan please don’t stop fucking me” you begged him not to stop.

he was fucked. he wished he told you sooner cause his name coming from your lips was the single most hottest thing he’d ever heard.

“O-oh my god, you’re so tight y/n” he grunted

“all for you ethan, I’m all yours” you couldn’t believe you were letting a man you had met only an hour ago

rail you in the bathroom and telling him you belonged to him, but here you were, and nothing in your mind could rationalize that this was a bad decision, cause it felt like the best one.

“ethan I’m so close” you whimper.

“Me too love” he reached his free hand to your clit rubbing it in fast hasty circles.

“Look at me y/n” he said pounding into you.

you looked at him mouth parted with endless moans leaving your lips, and that was the third time you made eye contact that night.

he curled his thumb inside you, fucking you deeper, all of these actions he performed to you at one time had you reaching your high in mere seconds.

“Ethan, fuck, oh fuck” you were screaming his name over and over, nonstop.

“That’s it baby, make a mess on my cock” and just like that you were cumming and clenching around him tightly.

“please, cum inside me ethan” you begged for it.

“fuck, y/n” he moaned.

And that’s all it took to make him spill his seed inside you, your walls spasmed around him. hugging his cock so tight, you were definitely the best that he’s ever had.

He slowed his pace to prolong your highs, gently removing his thumb from inside you.

He leaned down to place one last kiss to the side of your cheek, before pulling out completely. watching his cum spill from inside you, he bit his lip to contain any sounds from leaving his mouth.

once you were finished, he helped you stand up properly to clean you with a tissue and pulling your dress back down. while he pulled his pants up buckling his belt again.

and for the fourth and final time you made eye contact with him.

he pulled you close to place a kiss to your lips.

“well, you were right, that was way more enjoyable than any stupid drink on that table” you smiled up at him.

“Thank you, for giving me the best night of my life y/n.

he brought your hand closer to his face giving it a soft kiss before letting you go.

He headed for the door. but not before turning back to you one last time,

“Have a goodnight y/n” he winked closing the door and leaving you all by yourself again. for the second time tonight.

and that’s when you realized, you felt felt kinda sad that he was leaving and you wouldn’t see him again.

how could you have gotten attached so quickly?

Now you wished you had of went with the feeling in your gut, cause then you wouldn’t have made this mistake.

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[free-imaginations-for-you]

TOO LOW KEY FOR ME

Part 1

Kim Taehyung x female reader

Being in a relationship should be a fun and exciting time. Spending time with your significant other trying to get to know them to a point where it‘s easy to communicate and be open about your feelings without being afraid of the outcome. It gets even harder when you're in a relationship you can't name. Are we together or not. When we‘re alone we act like most couples spending every possible second together, trying to get to know each other and enjoying each others presence. But when we‘re in public we‘re distant and estranged. The fact that the guy I‘m talking about is one of the most handsome and mysterious man in town makes it even more difficult . He owns a bar to be specific the most visited and famous one in seoul.

I first met him as a costumer. My sister, cousin and I decided to go out for some drinks, after a tiring and busy workweek. The famous "Purple Bar" was the perfect place to end the stressful and nerve-wracking working day. The bar was huge and full with people having fun enjoying themselves living without a worry even when it‘s just temporary. Suddenly I noticed a handsome man behind the barrier with the most beautiful face, brown eyes that looked like they lived thousands of lifes, cheerful and sad at the same time, beautiful lips making me wonder how breathtaking they would look formed into a smile, thick black hair to round of it’s perfection. He was wearing just a simple black shirt with jeans and I never knew that simplicity could fit a man this good. I just couldn‘t take my eyes of this mysterious man with an aura that could captivate everyone, even in a room with thousand of models and celebrities. In my 23 years of living in this world I couldn’t figure out how the man of my dreams looked like, but it changed the second I laid my eyes on him. Little did I know that I also had all his attention the moment I entered the bar. I was just his type, you fascinated him and he was positive that he wanted to know you better. Normally he’s not the person to show interest when he finds someone attractive it‘s against his personal rules. Tae was cold, not talkative, secretive and even a little bit shy, never letting anybody know what he thought or felt, but with you it was something else. For the first time in a long time he wanted to show someone something of himself, even if it was just glance. All he wanted in this moment was you to know that you had his all his attention.

He caught me checking him out and looked me straight in the eyes not even thinking about breaking the eye contact. It nearly took my breath away, I felt a wave of emotions I never even knew I had inside of me. This is why I felt goosebumps all over my body, his glance felt warm yet cold, fimilar yet unknown, thrilling yet hesitant, interested yet indifferent. I just couldn‘t keep my finger on it what I felt the moment his eyes met mine. Tae wasn’t even thinking about breaking eye contact, but you couldn’t keep up with the emotions and turned your face away leaving him slightly sad. It felt strange thinking that this man I felt attracted to the second I saw, could be possibly interested in me, eventough there are so many beautiful breathtaking girls in here.

Normally Taehyung hated being a waiter and taking orders, but he wanted to be close to you and start a conversation with you, even when it comes to ordering drinks. He mostly lets his employees wait tables, that's why all his colleagues gave him funny looks when he took all his courage to approach your table. Actually it was easier to take the order between the two girls, but he made a detour to be between you and your sister, to be closer to you. „Hello girls, do you know what you like to order or do you still need some time?“ He asked in a honeyed rapsy voice giving me thousands of butterflies. Surprisingly his voice was full of self-confidence but I couldn't hear a hint of arrogance. He did his best not to look at you for too long, but he couldn't resist a fleeting glance in your direction.

I tried my best not to look, the emotions I felt were so strong it felt like my feelings of attraction and nervousness were written all over my face. It felt like he could see right through my soul with just one look. The thing I hate most is feeling vulnerable, so I gave my best to make it look like it‘s nothing. „Hey, we would like to order two Cosmopolitan and one Mojito please.“ my cousin said. „Sure two Cosmopolitan and one Mojito.“ he said taking the order and leaving to go to the barrier. Gosh I never knew that I was holding my breath for so long, I could hear my heartbeat so loud and clear, like it was about to explode. „Y/N get yourself together you don‘t even know him.“ I thought to myself wondering what my body is trying to tell me with this reaction of just being close to him.

„Did you saw this handsome waiter checking out our Y/Nie. On the way to the barrier he turned around at least twice and you said that you‘re too tired to go out, you should listen to me more often.“ my little sister said taking a sip of her Mojito while she funny wrinkled her eyebrows hitting me lightly with her elbow. „He’s totally not checking me out, I mean why would he? Could you stop looking, gosh that‘s so embarrassing.“ I begged and laughed because of her vibrant energy that lifts my mood everytime. „Yes, sure I’m going to stop looking, when he stops checking you out, but I don’t think that this is going to happen anytime soon. So I’m really sorry but nope it’s not going to happen.“ she said while quickly sticking her tongue out. „Gosh my little sister is going to be the cause of my death one day, mark my words.“ I said while lightly hitting her leg. I looked his way and I caught him lookin at me slightly smiling. Again the moment our eyes met felt like a fresh needed breeze in this hot and dry summer night.

Between all the chatting and having fun with my girls i found out that he was the owner of the „Purple Bar“. I was fascinated by him and his ability to make it all look so easy, although this success must have involved blood, sweat, nerves and endless sleepless nights in such a young age to get here were he was today. Maybe that's the reason why his eyes radiate wisdom and calmness.

It didn't take long before the "Purple Bar" became our regular place, where we went almost every weekend. The atomosphere and the way this place made you forget about any worry in this world, were a reason why you just felt welcome and comfortable. The fact that I could see Taehyung was a bonus I just couldn‘t resist. Since the night we first met, he made sure that we would see each other again the next day or next week. „This night is on me, next time you can invite me for a beer.“ He said when we asked for the bill, giving me an assuring look. „No, we don‘t feel comfortable to leave without paying we had many drinks and that‘s not fair.“ I said for the first time looking in his beautiful eyes. That was the first time he heard your voice and he was enchanted. Your voice was fragile but also sweet and confident at the same time. „Then don‘t leave.“ Tae said surprised with himself, that he spoke his thoughts loud enough for me to hear. „What did you say, I couldn‘t unterstand it.“ I answered thinking that I just misheard something. „Oh nothing.“ he said clearly embarrassed. „Damn what the hell is wrong with me. Gosh I don‘t even know her and I‘m making a fool out of myself.“ he thought that he is loosing his mind, with her this close. „You and your girls had a good time. That‘s most important for me, no money in the world can replace that. So please do me a favor and leave it like this.“ He said looking directly in my eyes with a strong voice not really leaving room for discussion. „We really had a good time, thank you for everything. I think we‘re going to take your offer and invite you for a beer the next time.“ my sister said smiling lightly. Every time we were there, he made us a place next to the barrier to keep an eye on us, so that no one could spoil our mood and we felt comfortable. He always took our order and at some point his employees knew that they shouldn't serve our table. It was his opportunity to interact with you and he wouldn‘t let that chance go to waste. Tae is a very kind, fair and chilled boss, but his employees knew he had some weak points. If they respect them, nothing can go wrong with him. The employees quickly realized he had a soft spot for you and that they shouldn’t mess with the guy who pays their rent. The way his mood always got better even if everything went wrong all day, he felt his mood lift up the moment he sees your beautiful face at the „Purple Bar“. He had a clue that his colleagues were showing their best side infront of you and he couldn‘t be happier.

Soon he asked me for my telephone number and I gladly gave it to him feeling on cloud nine. It was really hard at first to match our schedules, because at daytime I was working. His working hours began at 8 p.m. that‘s the time when the bar was filled. For a matter of fact he was working 24/7 and being self-employed wasn’t easy, he made the preparations for opening because he trusted no one as much as himself, so we had even less time to ourselves. At first I didn't care, I just wanted to be with him as much as I could and get to know him better. When we were alone it was almost perfect, but I still felt nervous around him. How couldn’t i feel this way, when everything I ever wanted in a man was flesh and blood in front of me. Taehyung was always attentive and knew exactly when to say what. Somehow he had the gift of reading me like an open book and being able to read my every wish from my eyes. The calmness and serenity he brought with him, was exactly what i had missed in my life all these years. I am a very spirited and hot-blooded person, but with him I found the inner peace that I never knew that I need. When I boiled-up with all my worries and built up emotions, his assuring words were like a chill that could calm me down. Whenever I was restless, his arms were the only place I found myself again. Nonetheless he was always a really cold and withdrawn person, he built his walls so high, it felt impossible for me to even take a glance, to know what kind of person he is, what he felt inside his mind and heart. Whenever I was in the bar, he kind of made me feel like we didn't belong together, like we weren't as far along as i thought we were. I felt disappointed, insecure and not worthy of being in a relationship with him. In public Taehyung wasn’t the man i was so fond of. Yes, every now and then he made sure that everything is alright and that I felt comfortable. He never officially asked me out, we never really never talked about it and I never brought this topic up. Sometimes he gave me glances to make sure everything was alright between us. Just to make sure that I know that he only has eyes for me. The eye contact we shared were so captivating and magical, making me forget everything around me and even the fact that he hurt me deeply with that kind of behavior. He‘s eyes told me more than thousands words.

Here we are now six months later, me being trapped in the same wheel for months with no way out in sight. The last couple of weeks my doubts and insecurities about this relationship grew so strong, that I‘m not able to ignore them anymore. I‘m overthinking every decision, conversation and moment I spent with him. Actually I‘m not really sure for how long I‘m going to keep up with this ups and downs, with his closeness just to feel empty and drained out the next day. Hell, I really like him, but i don’t think that I like him that much to put my wellbeing in the second place. In order to be in a healthy and happy relationship, you need to be in tune with your self. This so called relationship is too low key for me and I can‘t cope with this situation. I feel like I‘m not good enough for him, not worthy, not beautiful or smart enough to be introduce as his girlfriend. It‘s unbelievable how a man could break down my self-esteem with his cold behavior. I‘m so mad at myself how I gave him the power, to make me feel this way. Simply this whole thing isn‘t for me, I‘m not the person who can switch from warm compassionate, to a coldhearted human within seconds. Honestly, I don‘t even want to be like this and I‘m not going to change for worse for him.

At this point I was really pissed and disappointed, how I could bring myself in this kind of situation. The fact that Taehyung is taking really long to take a simple order of four breathtaking girls isn‘t making this situation easier for me. „Ohh our Mr. Always Grumpy who doesn‘t like to wait tables, can be a social butterfly, a new side of him I never saw coming“ I thought utterly pissed when I saw him giving them a small smile. „Woow, so the show just started, he‘s even leaning to the blonde curly hair girl, showing what‘s on the menu, is she really blind and not able to read or are they unconditionally trying to irritate the hell out of me.“ I thought while crossing my arms. They totally were checking him out and whispering, when he left the table with the orders. Is he stupid or totally delusional, not seeing the way the blonde girl was clearly trying to flirt with him, by asking him unnecessary questions, just to draw his attention. Maybe this is one of the reasons, why he doesn‘t want to make it official, to be available for other girls. He‘s attractive, young and rich, maybe the last thing he needs right now is a girlfriend. Normally I‘m not jealous, but the bad thoughts that I collected for weeks mixed with this blonde girl, are a deadly combination. God knows how hard I‘m trying to keep my cool and not explode at the moment. He looked at me as he made his way to the table with the tray of cocktails in hand. Immediately he noticed something was wrong with me as i rolled my eyes and looked away with my arms crossed. After he put the drinks down on the table, he made his way towards me with a slighly confused look. „Why are you looking at me like that? Don‘t look at me so angry.“ He says half joking. „How about you don‘t do things, that make me want to glare at you?“ I say with a strong and clearly mad voice, he never heard me talk to him like this, he never saw this side of you. Right before he was about to ask what you meant by that, he was interrupted by one of his employees, because he needed his help. He left feeling utterly confused and actually impressed. Honestly Taehyung isn‘t the type to talk much, that’s the reason he listens attentively. Being conscious of every gesture and facial expression you made. You are an open book for him, but at the same time he can‘t figure you out. Sometimes it‘s really difficult but he wouldn‘t want to change it for the world.

„I should go now, I’m not feeling very well and the last thing I want to do is spoil your mood.“ I said to my girls and waved them goodbye. I put on my warm beige fur coat and got into the the cold and windy air.

Not even two minute passed and he came out looking confused and the pissed of look couldn‘t go unnoticed by me. „First of all what the fuck do you think you are doing right now, leaving without saying a word and secondly, do you really think I let you go home alone at this time?“ he said with a stern voice.

Part 2 is out!

[mcsstydia]

Who did this to you? - Loki Laufeyson

prompt: You and Loki can't stand each other. But when a guy hits on you at a party, and is rather pushy doing so, Loki doesn't tolerate that at all; basically enemies to lovers

pairing: reader x Loki

Warnings: Sexual and verbal assault (a guy is repeatedly trying to kiss the reader without consent, hurts their wrist and calls them names); a bit of swearing -> angsty situation but fluff afterwards

Other than that, I could not think of warnings, but hit me up if you think I should tag anything else.

A/N: I love enemies to lovers and I love Loki so here ya go. Sorry for typos

word count: 2.3k

Masterlist

You couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand that grim, sarcastic, handsome face of his. Well, to be clear, you didn't want to hate him. You hadn't planned to. But when Loki arrived at the tower and introduced himself to the whole staff except for you, you were kind of offended. Especially because, out of all of Tony's science assistants, you were the only one actually living in the tower with the rest of the team.

After this incident, you showed him the cold shoulder for a few days, but it was not like he seemed to care. You tried getting along with him. A few times, you tried smiling at him in the hallways, or during lunch, but nothing. He simply looked at you funnily, never once returning it, so you stopped trying.

Loki got on the nerves on everyone once in the while, but the way he seemed to continuously ignore you and dismiss you as a person, he really blew his shot at you being friendly to him. Now, every time you passed him in between meals, you averted your gaze, not daring to look his way out of self-respect.

It was hard. Something in your body felt like it was drawn to him, and you hated yourself for it. Almost as much as you hated him for being so nonchalant about your presence. You got used to it, though.

Tonight was a night you dreaded ever since Tony told you about it. He was throwing a big kind of party, or event, or whatever, right in the tower, of course. And he expected (more like: ordered) everyone to come.

You sighed as you inspected your image in the mirror, not being entirely convinced of your look of the night. You rolled your eyes at yourself, then turned away from the mirror and headed for the door of your room. The door closed silently behind you as you exited your room, entering the hallway. Almost simultaneously, you heard another door was closed not too far from you.

You turned towards the sound, and immediately Loki's tall frame fell into your field of vision. He wore a plain black suit, accompanied by a black tie. For a second, you had to concentrate on taking a large, deep breath. He was breathtaking. But you wouldn't ever admit that. You despised him, after all. It seemed as if the god also noticed you, as you made eye contact only a second after you had checked him out. God, hopefully he didn't catch you.

For a few moments, the both of you held eye contact, simply staring each other down. Neither of you was smiling, but neither of you were wearing your spiteful grins, either.

You were the first to break it, looking at you feet, then hurrying past him down the stairs, out of his sight. At first, the evening was relatively calm; time passed rather slowly, but it was comfortable. When you went to the bar to get another drink, a man next to you turned to you. "Hey," he almost shouted over the loud music, a smile on his lips. He was older than you, but not by much. You didn't know him.

Somehow, you didn't know why, your eyes searched the room for Loki before you answered the man next to you. You spotted him, and he was staring right back at you, surprisingly. You returned your gaze toward the man in front of you. "I'm Tim. What's you name?", he continued. "Y/N.", you replied, trying not to notice how Loki's was still fixed on you from across the room. Why wouldn't he quit staring? It was getting annoying.

"What a beautiful name,", Tim commented. "Care to join me for a drink?", he asked. You decided to accept his request. Turns out, you had a really good time with Tim. He was a scientist himself, and you talked a lot about inventions, especially his own. He was charming. And good-looking. The evening continued and hours passed by, which you spent talking to and laughing with this man you hadn't known at the beginning of it.

"Hey, would you like to get out of here?", Tim asked when it was nearing midnight. You raised one of your eyebrows at him, not really knowing what he meant by that. People usually used this sentence to go and have sex. He seemed to notice your worried expression. "To take a look at one of my inventions, of course.", he clarified. You smiled and nodded in reply.

The both of you got up from the spots at the bar and left the party. Once you left the room in which all of the remaining guests were still partying in, a question arose in your mind. "Wait, where do you even have your invention?", you asked innocently.

Tim turned to you, now a weird looking grin playing on his lips. It looked almost....evil. "C'mon,", he whispered, suddenly in a low, raw voice that did not at all match the guy you thought you got to know just minutes prior. One of his hands took one of yours. "You know what I meant.",he stated, beginning to lean in to you. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Ehm, no,", you clarified. "I don't know what you meant. I thought you wanted to show me one of your inventions.", you replied.

Your heart was beginning to beat faster as Tim took a step towards you. You took one away from him, but hit a wall with your back in doing so. His hand was now holding your wrist. Or, he was holding it in place, to be more precise. You tried loosening his grip on you, but he was too strong.

"You know what I want,",he replied, completely ignoring both your statement and your obvious need to get away from him. He tried to kiss you then, but you turned your face away from him. "No,", you whispered, tears springing to your eyes. He strengthened his grip on your wrist, and then began kissing your neck sloppily.

It was wet and disgusting and a tear flowed down your cheek. "Don't pretend you don't want it. I saw the way you looked at me.", Tim groaned against your neck. "No, please.", you whispered. The grip on your wrist was getting stronger by the second, and it really began to burn. Tim tried kissing you again, only this time, you didn't turn away. No, this time, you raised your knee, and kicked it into his groin with all your might. He immediately doubled over in pain, letting go of your wrist and giving you a chance to get away from the wall trapping you to him.

You quickly stepped away from him, looking at him, horrified. He looked up to you, when the pain became bearable. "Slut.", he called out through gritted teeth, before turning and re-entering the party.

Tears were freely rolling down your cheeks by now, as you stood perplexed and did not know what to do. You let yourself lean against the wall, and then slid down until you sat on the ground. You rubbed your aching wrist, and you were already able to see a bruise forming.

"Y/N?", a voice called out, and you startled upon it. You looked up, sight blurry due to your never-ending tear- flow. You could still make him out, though. You would recognise that figure anywhere. It was Loki.

You looked away in shame. The god dropped down in front of you, searching for your gaze. "Hey, are you alright?", he asked, voice soft and full of concern. "What happened?", he continued inquiring, slowly and tentatively placing his hands on top of yours. And that's when he noticed.

"What's this?", he asked. You finally looked at him, vision slightly less blurry now. He gently took your bruised wrist into his large, cool hands. "Who did this to you?", he inquired, eyes now boring deep into your own. New tears filled your eyes, and it didn't take Loki long to connect the dots. "That bastard,", he breathed out. "That disgusting little bastard,", he continued, obviously enraged. "I'm going to kill him,", he breathed out, and it was obvious that he hadn't meant to say this part out loud.

He looked at you again, one hand coming up to softly cup your face. "Stay here. I'm going to be back in a minute.", he ordered in a low, gentle voice. Realization hit you instantly. "What- Loki, wait." you tried, but he had stood up in an instant and was heading back to the party.

You hurried behind him, but you were too slow. When you entered the full, loud room, you could see Loki raise his fist on a direct course to hit Tim's face. Tim didn't know what was coming for him, being instantly knocked to the floor as soon as the god's fist collided with his cheekbone.

The whole room went silent for a second, before several of the Avengers arrived at Loki's side. "Brother,", Thor tried to intervene, holding Loki back from striking again. "If you ever dare touch her again, I will be coming for you.", Loki threatened Tim, who was still lying on the ground.

The others looked at him in confusion, obviously waiting for an explanation. "He forced himself on Y/N.", he explained. For a moment everyone's gaze was on you. Then, several of the teammates gripped Tim forcefully. No one was going to let him get away now. Tony finally arrived at the scene, eyeing Tim weirdly. "What the fuck, Tim? You weren't even invited, because I don't fucking like you.", Tony spit out, full of anger himself.

"Will you handle this?", Loki asked his brother, who nodded in response. Upon this, Loki turned away from the scene, and took several long strides towards your location. Usually, he would be towering over you, but now he ducked a bit to be able to look into your eyes. One of his hands again softly cupped your face. "Are you alright?", he asked again, and you managed to nod in response.

"Come now, let's get you away from here.", he proposed. You nodded again. Loki accompanied you upstairs, and followed you into your room. "Do you want me to stay?" he asked once he stepped into your room. He did not want to do anything you did not want him to do. "Yes, please.", you mumbled.

Upon your request, he helped you out of your clothes, so you could take a shower. When you re-entered the room after showering, a blank expression was written on your face. You felt almost emotionless. Nonetheless, you had so many questions you wanted to ask him.

Hair wet, clothed in only a large shirt, you sat down on your bed, next to where he was already sitting. For a moment, you both simply stared ahead of your, neither one saying a word. Then, you felt him turning his head, looking at you tentatively, before looking away again.

"Loki?", you asked, the question as quiet as a whisper. "Yes?", he asked back, looking at you again. You could his gaze burning into you, but you didn't mind it. "Can I ask you something?", you questioned further. "Go ahead.", he replied. Silence. Your side-glanced toward him, seeing he was still looking at you. You contemplated turning towards him as well, but decided against it.

"Why,", you started, searching for the right words, forcing your voice to be steady, to not break. "Why would you do that for me? When you so obviously cannot stand me, that is.", you dared to ask. Loki was speechless for a moment, which made you finally turn to him as well.

His eyes met yours, his lips just slightly parted, black eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?", he finally brought himself to say. "Why would you ever think I cannot stand you?", he asked. Now it was yours eyebrows that were knitted together in confusion.

He shortly averted his gaze, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. "You intrigue me, Y/N.", he admitted, making your heart skip a beat. What? "I adore you, even. Which sounds weird coming out of my mouth, but it is true, you must believe me. I could never bring myself to hate you whatsoever.", he continued, searching your face for any indication of how you thought of his admission.

"But you-... you never introduced yourself to me, a-and you never greet me in the hallways.", you stated, still confused. A hesitant chuckle escaped the god's lips. "I was, uhm. I was too nervous, actually, to introduce myself to you. And after that you just intimidated me, I thought you did not like me.", he explained.

That made you chuckle as well. You took a deep breath. "But I do,", you dared whisper into the silence of your room. "Like you, I mean.", you clarified. A smile tugged on the corner of Loki's lips, and his eyes seemed to shine brighter than before. "Really?", he whispered back, not daring to believe what he was hearing.

"I would give anything to be able to kiss you right now.", he admitted. Another thought he had not really meant for you to hear. "Then do it.", you urged him, a small smile playing on your lips. His eyes widened just the slightest bit. "No, I mean. We don't have to. With everything that happened tonight-", he started, but you didn't let him finish.

"Loki,", you interrupted him. "I would want nothing more right now.", you admitted. Loki inhaled shakily, fa more nervous than you ever thought he could be. Slowly, he raised one of his hands to cup your face. You leaned into his touch in comfort. He slowly leaned in, giving you the opportunity to withdraw at any given moment. But you didn't. Finally, his lips were softly pressed on yours, and they began moving in sync with each other, finally doing the thing they had wanted to do for months. You sighed a comfortable sigh into the kiss, finally feeling whole, finally feeling loved.