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Your Arranged Marriage Series
Part 1: Gojo Satoru
Word Count: 4,1k (lmao)
Synopsis: You've been promised to Gojo Satoru since you've took your first breath. But even though your paths a intertwined with each other, he treats you like a shadow that follows him through his life. Until you've having enough. Until your on the brink of losing your life during a mission.
Warnings: The beginning is full of hurt so be prepared, the reader is rather quiet and a little shy in this one, huge fluff bomb in the end of this, not 100% proofread bc I NEEDED to publish this. Please let me know if you'd want me to make this a series and comment who needs to get a part in my arranged marriage series next đ€
There wasnât a day in your life when you werenât promised to Gojo Satoru. No, not even a single second. As soon as you opened your eyes exactly one hour apart from the honoured one, you were promised to him for eternity. You, an ordinary girl from an average sorcerer family, married into the wealthy Gojo clan.
What a lucky girl you are.
âWatch your step, dumbass.â
Truly lucky.
âSorryâ, you mutter more to yourself than the white-haired boy who just crashed into your shoulder roughly.
Truth is, Satoru and you never got along well. Was it the pressure from both your parents, the tension that filled the air whenever you entered the same room? The unspoken promise your parents gave, the fact that youâll have to carry his children rather sooner than later.
After all, this is what all of this mess is about. You were chosen because Satoru Gojo is forced to guarantee the next bloodline of successful sorcerers, to bring up another honoured one. Why you?
âThe fact that you were born on the same day was a sign of heaven. It was meant to be. It was fate.â
Or rather a stupid coincidence, how you like to call it.
A stupid coincidence that chained you to a boy who looks at you with so much disgust in his gaze that you canât help but feel that numb throbbing in your chest whenever he walks by.
Itâs not like you care about his opinion. To be honest, you donât know a lot about the honoured one who carefully avoids you like the plague. But maybe the fact that he doesnât even know you and still decides to hate you to the brim is even more hurtful than that.
âDonât think too much of it. He had a rough day, (y/n).â
You give the black-haired boy in front of you a small smile. Unlike Gojo, Suguru always makes sure to check on you. When Gojo is out for yet another mission, the two of you share your lunchbreaks with each other while talking about everything and everyone. Unlike your fiancé, Suguru really seems to enjoy your company.
âHow was your mission? I heard it was pretty roughâ, he continues, guiding you to a bench nearby and sitting down next to you.
âIt was. A lot of people had to die because of nothing. I wasnât able to save them allâŠâ, you mutter.
Will you ever hold a candle against the great Satoru Gojo? In comparison to him, you always felt like a dim light in the wind. One wrong movement, one challenging mission and youâre gone.
âEven a special grade sorcerer canât save everyone. Even Satoru has to deal with losses from time to time, you know?â
âWhy are you wasting your time talking to trash again, Suguru?â
You follow his all too familiar voice until your gaze reaches his ice-cold glare. When was the last time he smiled at you? Maybe he never did in the first place.
âPlease, itâs okay Suguru. Donât start-â
âYouâd know thatâs not true if youâd actually talk to (y/n)â, Suguru replies dryly while positioning himself in front of you.
Oh no, you desperately tried avoiding situations like those. If thereâs one think Gojo canât let slide, itâs being provoked. And if thereâs one thing you canât stand, itâs confrontation.
Gojoâs smirk twists into something colder, his gaze shifting briefly to you before settling back on Suguru. You can feel your guts turn in an instant, mind already preparing for whatever heâll throw at you next.
"Oh, is that what you think, Suguru?" he sneers.
"If you knew the whole story, youâd know sheâs only here because her parents practically sold her off. Guess they figured a rich fiancĂ© would solve all their little problems."
Your parents, selling you off? You swallow hard, desperately trying to get rid of that tight knot that starts building up in your throat almost immediately. Is that all he sees in you? He, the man whoâs supposed to spend his whole life with you? Him, who ruined every minor chance you had on a romantic relationship? Itâs not only his life that got turned upside down by that stupid bond both your parents made years ago.
Suguruâs expression hardens, his jaw clenched as he stands firmly between you and Gojo.
"Thatâs low, even for you, Satoru.â
Something inside you snaps. The quiet, bothering frustration you've carried for so long starts to boil over.
Before you can think it through, you step forward, your voice steadier than you feel.
"Is that really all you think of me, Gojo?"
The words surprise even you, but you push on, meeting his cold gaze.
"Do you really believe I wanted any of this?"
Your voice is tight but clear, every word sharpened by the years you've kept silent.
"You think I asked to be engaged to someone who looks at me like I'm some burden? As if I had any more choice in this than you did?"
Gojo's smirk falters slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but he quickly schools his expression.
But you donât back down. Not when those words are finally flying off your tightened chest.
 "Itâs not only your life that got flipped upside down by this arrangement. Iâve tried to make the best of it, tried to make it work, but I can't do that if youâre determined to see me as nothing but a... a gold digger, a burden, a disease."
You take a shaky breath, feeling the knot in your throat loosen as you finally speak your truth.
Suguru glances back at you, his expression softening with something close to pride. Gojo, for once, stays silent, his gaze unreadable as he looks at you.
Did you really talk to him? You, who usually didnât even dare to meet his gaze, who never talked to him again after he made fun of you in front of the entire school? You, who never voiced her opinion, who never dared to raised her voice? You always played along, always lived right by his side without a single word of protest. And now youâre standing in front of him, your rapid breaths hanging in the air, your beautiful face twisted in a mix of unreadable feelings.
âI never asked for this engagement. All I ever did was getting born into this wordâ, you croak out, voice breaking mid-sentence.
God, you have to look pathetic right now with tears filling your eyes to the brim and fists shaking. How did someone like you end up being the fiancé of none other than Gojo Satoru? He needs someone feisty, someone who can stand up to him, whose confidence overpowers his humor. Is was the worst match right from the start, doomed to failure.
But how are you supposed to live with this outlook? What about the happy future you imagined way too often before drifting off to sleep, the caring and loving husband you always wished for? All those looks at boys you never risked because of him while he was out there drooling after other girls. How are you supposed to be okay with the stinging fact that your future husband feels nothing but disgust for you?
âBut you know whatâs the worst? You never even gave me a chance, never allowed me to get to know you. Weâre strangers because you decided weâll be. And you hate me even though you donât even know my favourite color.â
You need to get out of here right now. Out of this way too constricting hallway, away from him and his judging glare while tears stream down your face like a waterfall. You never asked for this puny life in the shadow of Satoru Gojo, waiting for the day he is forced to marry and sleep with you.
You never wanted this.
âSuguruâ, Satoru speaks up after what feels like an eternity.
âCan you tell me whatâs her favorite color?â
-a few weeks later-
His eyes scan the lonely hallway you usually hide yourself in automatically, desperately searching for any sign of you.
Satoru hasnât seen you since that day. And to be honest, he felt like a jerk ever since. Your words cut through his heart like a hot knife, the agony in your voice still echoing through his mind. You donât deserve the pain he caused you. Fuck, he never even deserved you in the first place.
You in that sundress, sitting in the down-going sun while reading all those books heâd never understand. You with your cursed technique that would beat him by miles if it wasnât for his six eyes. You with your calm and collected demeanour that made every single of your classmates here at jujutsu high fall hard for you. Â Â
Truth is, Satoru Gojo never had the courage to approach you. Not after treating you so horribly when you were kids, not when he was never the man youâd deserve. What if youâd reject him, what if your heart belongs to someone else?
âIâm a cowardâ, Gojo groans while letting himself fall tragically against a nearby wall.
âCanât argue with that. Are you really telling me you treated her like shit because you didnât wanna marry her back when both of you were kids?â, Suguru comments dryly.
âStop judging me Suguru, youâre supposed to be my mental support!â
âNot when youâre acting like the biggest douchebag walking on earth. What the hell were you thinking?â
Gojo lets out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration.
"You donât get it, Suguru," he mutters, staring down at his feet. "
It wasnât that I didnât want to marry her, or that I thought she wasnât good enough or something. Itâs just⊠I never had a choice. Neither of us did."
Suguru crosses his arms, his expression unimpressed.
"And that justifies you treating her like garbage? You realize how pathetic that sounds, right?"
Gojo winces, the truth hitting harder than he'd like to admit.
"Yeah, I know. But back then... all I could see was that my whole life had been decided for me. My parents barely even asked if I wanted it. They just assumed it was best for the clan, for me, whatever."
"So, what? You took it out on her?"
âI know it sounds stupid, but I felt... trapped. And she was part of that trap. Every time I saw her, it just reminded me of everything I couldnât choose for myself. I thought if I pushed her away, maybe itâd hurt less. Maybe Iâd feel like I was in control."
Suguru shakes his head, a mixture of sympathy and disbelief in his eyes.
"So instead of talking to her, you just became the one thing sheâd never want in a partner?"
Gojo leans back against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Yeah, genius move, right? I thought I could make her hate me, so she'd never have to be tied down to some jerk who couldnât get over himself. But instead... I just made her hate me for real."
Suguruâs silence says more than any scolding could, and Gojo closes his eyes, feeling the weight of his own choices settle heavily on him.
âTruth is, I secretly looked out for her when I had the chance. I even listened to some of your conversations from time to time.â
âThatâs pathetic, man. Sheâs literally your fiancĂ©-â
âI GET IT OKAY.â
Gojo signs to himself while rubbing his eyes over and over again.
âI fucked up, okay? I need to talk to her.â
âGood idea after more than 16 years of ignoring herâ, Suguru comments dryly.
-on the battlefield-
You canât catch your breath, your own blood taking your sight almost completely. This was supposed to be an easy mission for a special grade sorcerer. Go in, get the artefact, save the people and leave. Youâve done that 100 times already.
But today?
You cough up the bitter taste of iron, crimson now covering your shaky hands.
Today youâre closer to dying than youâve ever been before.
Over and over, again and again you get smashed into nearby building. What are you supposed to do? Who should you call?
Satoru?
Your heart tightens in an instant. Would he be sad if you die right here and now? Probably not. After all that would mean that heâs free, that heâs able to live his life unchained with a girl he can choose himself.
Lucky Gojo.
Your eyes dart towards the frightening creature that starts building itself up in font of your eyes again. You were able to evacuate all the innocent people out of this curtain along with the artefact this thing guarded. You did your job, right?
It wouldnât be a shame if you die right here and nowâŠright?
Another wave of venom darts towards you at neck breaking speed. Oh, your body feels so tired, your muscles sore from the countless times you tried to escape that monster already, your bones and joints begging you for a break.
A break would be okay, right? Giving up right here and now doesnât hurt anyoneâŠright?
You allow your eyes to flutter shut, your body to sink to the ground. Only a few seconds and it will be over. You did what you could, fought until the very end. Maybe Gojo or Suguru will be able to defeat this curse.
â(y/n), what the hell are you doing? Get out of the way?â
It happens faster than your eyes nap back open again. From one millisecond to the other, you find yourself devoured in Gojo Satoruâs arms while dashing through the bloody red sky.
âAre you out of your goddamn mind, (y/n)!? You could have died right there on the spot!â, he screams on top of his lungs, eyes glowing in a dreadful blue youâve never seen before.
âI-âŠIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry? You could be dead by now, nothing but a puddle of blood. YouâŠare you insane!?â
âI finished my mission. Thatâs all that countsâ, you reply automatically.
Oh, how much you hate that familiar sting of tears in your eyes, the way your throat starts aching all over again.
âYou have to be fucking kidding meâŠFinished your mission!? What was your mission, killing yourself!?â
âWhy do you even care?â, you suddenly cry out just as loud as him.
âItâs not like you give a damn about me!â
Your words hit him like a bullet straight to his heart. How much he hates to admit that youâre right, that he canât blame you for feeling this way. After all, it was him who treated you like trash for your whole life, who pretended to not give a damn about you. From your point of view, there really is no reason for him to care.
Gojo stares at you, his breath ragged, his usual composure shattered as he hovers in the air with you cradled securely in his arms. For a moment, he canât speak, his mind racing with everything heâs hidden, all the words heâs swallowed over the years. Finally, his eyes soften, and he looks at you with something so raw that it makes your heart ache.
âWhy do I care?â he repeats, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.
âBecause Iâve been an idiot, (y/n). A complete fool. I thought⊠I thought if I just kept my distance, if I acted like I didnât care, maybe it would hurt less when I knew youâd never choose to be with someone like me.â
Your eyes widen, every ounce of bitterness and confusion momentarily fading as you take in his words. Is that really Gojo Satoru talking to you? The boy who ignored you since birth? Your fiancĂ© who made it more than clear that heâll never like you?
âYou⊠what?â
He lets out a shaky laugh, looking away for a second as he tries to collect himself.
âI know it sounds crazy. I thought pushing you away would make it easier - for both of us. I thought if I made you hate me, then maybe you wouldnât feel as trapped by this whole⊠engagement thing. I didnât want you to think you were stuck with me.â
You blink, trying to wrap your mind around his words.
âSo⊠all of this, the coldness, the insults⊠it was all to push me away?â
Gojo nods, his jaw clenched.
"Yeah. I wanted you to feel free. Free to be with whoever you wanted. Even if that meant Iâd be out of the picture. I thought it would be better for you if I was the last person youâd ever want. And honestly, that whole marriage thing scared the crap out of me since I understood what it meansâŠ"
Your heart aches at the confession, and despite everything, you feel yourself softening. Softening for a little boy who was chained onto a woman he didnât even know, a boy who didnât even think about girls back then.
âBut Satoru⊠that just hurt me even more. I thought you couldnât stand me. All these years, you made it clear for everyone to see.â
He closes his eyes, guilt clear on his face.
âI know. I realize now how much I messed up. But I didnât know how else to keep myself from⊠from caring too much. From wanting more than I should, more than I can afford.â
He opens his eyes, and thereâs a depth in his gaze that makes your breath catch.
âBecause the truth is, (y/n), I do care. Iâve always cared. Way more than I ever wanted to admit.â
You stare at him, heart pounding as his words sink in.
"Satoru⊠why didnât you just tell me? Why didnât we just talk this through?"
âBecause I didnât think I was what you deserved,â he admits, voice barely above a whisper.
âYouâre kind, patient, brilliant⊠and me? Iâm reckless, arrogant, and stubborn. I figured if I stayed away, maybe youâd find someone better.â
He sighs, looking down with a faint, almost self-deprecating smile.
"But even then, I couldnât stay away, could I? The moment I thought you were in danger, I-" He trails off, shaking his head.
"I wouldâve torn that curse apart with my bare hands if it meant keeping you safe."
You swallow, unable to keep the tears from welling up as you finally see the truth heâs tried to hide for so long.
âAll this time, I thought⊠I thought you hated me.â
Gojoâs gaze softens, and he gently wipes a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
âI was an idiot,â he murmurs, his voice breaking a little.
 âI was so wrapped up in my own fears that I hurt the one person I actually wanted to be close to. And Iâm so, so sorry, (y/n). Iâve been a fool. You deserved so much better than how I treated you.â
He pauses, and thereâs a softness in his eyes that youâve never seen before, like heâs finally allowing himself to be vulnerable with you.
âI donât expect you to forgive me,â he says, voice thick with emotion.
âBut I need you to know⊠I donât want to keep pretending anymore. I donât want to keep pushing you away. I just want⊠I just want to be by your side, if youâll let me.â
A warmth spreads through you, his words slowly melting the hurt he caused. Despite everything, you feel something rekindling between you, a glimmer of hope that maybe things could be different. And maybe, just maybe, Gojo Satoru will be a good friend in the future.
âYouâve been a fool, Satoru. And honestly, I canât forgive you more than 16 years of constant pain over a few words. YouâŠYou need to prove it.â
âYeah,â he murmurs, smiling a little as he looks at you with a fondness he no longer bothers to hide.
âI can finally start making up for it.â
-12 years later-
The training field buzzes with the usual sounds of Jujutsu Highâs students sparring and practicing, but today, thereâs an extra spark of excitement in the air. Rumors had spread that Gojoâs wife, the famous sorcerer heâd somehow managed to marry, was stopping by for a visit.
Nobara, and Yuji exchange glances, all curious and maybe a little nervous. After all, theyâd seen Gojo in action before: cold, powerful, a little too confident for his own good. What kind of person could possibly keep up with him? They wait, watching the gates eagerly, until finally, a familiar figure strides onto the training field, radiating warmth and energy.
âCan yâall stop acting so ridiculous? Itâs only (y/n)â, Megumi murmurs in sheer confusion.
âOnly the (y/n)!?â, Nobara shrieks.
âWatch your mouth, sea urchin!â, Gojo replies so frustrated that Megumi canât help but roll his eyes.
What is he fussing about? Itâs not like he sees you every single day. As his wife, youâre basically always around if it isnât for a mission.
â(Y/N)!â Gojo shouts, waving both arms in the air like an excited kid when finally seeing you walk through the gate.
His grin is wide, almost blinding, and it only grows wider as he rushes toward you. You canât help but laugh, stepping into his embrace as he pulls you close.
âRight on time, huh?â you tease, letting the affection seep into your tone as you look up at him, the playful glint in your eyes unmistakable.
âOf course! How could I not be excited when my beautiful wife is here?â he responds, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, a mix of adoration and mischief in his eyes.
Nobara leans in closer to Yuji, whispering,
âIs he always like this?â
Yuji nods enthusiastically, grinning.
âYep! Heâs totally whipped!â
Megumi rolls his eyes, but even he canât hide the hint of a smile at his friendâs antics.
âI canât believe he used to treat her like trash,â he mutters, crossing his arms.
âHE WHAT!?â
You catch that last bit and canât help but smirk, turning back to Gojo.
âRemember when you thought being a jerk was the way to go because our marriage was arranged? And now youâre treating me like a princess in front of your students? Iâd love to show that mini Satoru.â
Gojo feigns innocence, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.
âI was just preparing you for the royal treatment! Didnât want to spoil you too much right away.â
You shake your head, chuckling as you poke him in the side.
âOh, please. You had a lot of catching up to do after your earlier mistakes.â
âHey! I was young and foolish! Iâve learned since then!â he retorts, laughter dancing in his eyes while he pulls you even closer towards him.
 âAnd now Iâm the luckiest guy in the world!â
âYouâve always been the luckiest guy in the world with (y/n) being promised to youâ, Megumi comments dryly.
The students watch the playful banter, caught somewhere between awe and amusement as you continue to tease Gojo about his past shitty behaviour, his eyes never leaving your mesmerizing gaze.
âJust remember, Satoru,â you say, leaning in conspiratorially, ïżœïżœyouâll never live down how badly you treated me. Iâll be sure to remind you every chance I get until the day you die.â
Gojo laughs, his blue eyes sparkling with joy and affection.
âBring it on, Iâll just keep proving to you how much you mean to me!â
And with that, he presses his lips against yours. Longingly, with that passion that sweeps you off your feet over and over again. Just a few years ago, you didnât even allow yourself of thinking about kissing that man, let alone lying in his arms for something apart from fighting. Heâs not only your husband, but he loves you. Gojo Satoru adores you with all his heart and you simply canât get enough of this, enough of him.
âGosh, thatâs kinda grossâ, Nobara mutters under her breath.
âWatch out young lady. Who knows if youâll get married to your pink-haired friend here sooner or later? Arranged marriages are common in the jujutsu sorcerer society. Trust me, been there, done that-â
âME AND THAT GUY!? NEVER!â
âHey, thereâs no need to sound so disgusted. Iâm sure Iâll be a great husbandâŠâ
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First of Forever
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader
Requested
Summary: On your honeymoon, Jude gently guides you through your first experience.
Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)
Word Count: 3.4K
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Authorâs note: Another request incoming đ Thank you anon for your request and sorry it took a while, hope you love it! đ«
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The waves lapped softly against the shore, mixing with the quiet hum of the ocean breeze, creating an atmosphere that felt both dreamlike and grounding. With the moonlight casting a silvery glow on the sand and the faint candlelight from the restaurant illuminating your path, everything about the night felt surreal â a scene painted just for the two of you.
Dinner on the balcony had been enchanting: candlelight flickering, a mesmerizing view stretching out before you, and your skin still warm from a perfect day under the sun. But what made it truly special was Jude, sitting across from you, his gaze soft, filled with pure adoration.
You and Jude had only been married for two days, and this was your first full day of the honeymoon. Every moment with him felt like a new layer of happiness unfolding.
From the very start of your relationship, he had been loving, loyal, endlessly considerate, and, perhaps most notably, a romantic at heart. He brought out a part of you that you hadnât explored before, one that reveled in little acts of tenderness, in shared glances and thoughtful gestures. Jude had turned romance from something you once found unnecessary into an art you cherished. Midnight beach walks, flowers just because, and impromptu stargazing dates â all of it was him, and all of it was now you, too.
As you looked around, taking in the quiet magic of the scene, you whispered, âThis place is so beautiful.â The ocean stretched on, vast and peaceful, perfectly mirroring your mood.
Jude, his eyes never leaving yours, smiled softly. âYouâre so beautiful.â He spoke as if it were the simplest truth in the world, and yet it sent a flutter through you that felt new and profound every single time.
Gently, he took your hand, tracing small, comforting circles with his thumb. âIâm so happy,â you murmured, your voice almost lost in the sound of the waves, but your smile said it all. You leaned your cheek against your other hand, savoring the moment.
His thumb stilled, pressing against your knuckles as he lifted your hand to his lips, planting a lingering kiss. âYour happiness is everything to me,â he said softly, his gaze warm, capturing the depths of what words alone couldnât express.
As a blush warmed your cheeks, he broke the moment with a grin. âReady for a walk?â he asked, nodding toward the beach below, the ocean rolling just a few steps away.
You returned his smile, the simple suggestion filling you with a sudden thrill. You both rose from the table, hand in hand, and made your way down to the shore. It was late, the beach empty except for a few stragglers down the way, and the glow from the restaurant cast just enough light to keep the path ahead of you illuminated.
The moon cast a soft, silvery glow over the beach, illuminating your path and adding a surreal, romantic touch to your peaceful stroll. The gentle rhythm of the waves mingled with the soft breeze, carrying the salty scent of the sea and making the entire night feel like a dream come true. Judeâs hand was warm and reassuring in yours, fingers laced tightly together, a silent promise in each step you took side by side.
As you both walked, you breathed in deeply, letting the tranquility settle over you. "I really needed this," you murmured, glancing at him with a grateful smile. âThe rest, I mean.â
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with that familiar adoration. "Our wedding was the most incredible day, but it was a lot,â you continued, feeling the weight of it all fall away in this moment. âJust everything, the planning⊠all the rushing. It was beautiful but so stressful.â
His smile softened, warm and understanding. âIt was, but seeing you this happy now makes every moment worth it,â he replied, his gaze reassuring, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. âIâm so glad weâre finally here. Just you and me.â
You stopped walking, turning to take him in fully, letting the moonlight outline his features, enhancing every handsome angle, his dark eyes gleaming with warmth. He reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek with that familiar tenderness, and you felt yourself lean into his touch. In that moment, you couldnât resist; you cupped his face, fingers tracing along his jaw, and pulled him closer until your lips met in a soft, deep kiss.
Judeâs kiss was everything. Gentle, devoted, yet filled with an urgency that made your heart race. The way his lips moved against yours spoke volumes of love he didnât always put into words, his hand cradling the back of your neck as if he never wanted to let you go.
Finally, you pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool night air, your heart racing as you looked into his eyes. âI thinkâŠâ you began, catching your breath, âI think we should go back to our room.â
A faint smile curled on his lips as he gazed back at you, the love unmistakable. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and took your hand, leading you back toward the hotel, neither of you saying a word.
The elevator ride was quiet, yet Jude couldnât keep his hands off you, his kisses trailing from your lips to your neck, his touch lingering, his fingers pressing against your hips as he whispered little words of affection against your skin. His touch was slow, as though savoring every second, his arms wrapped around you as the elevator dinged.
Once inside your suite, Jude turned to you, his gaze both tender and intense. His hands framed your face, his lips claiming yours in another deep kiss, a silent vow of everything he felt. Slowly, his tongue traced yours, deepening the kiss as he drew you closer, his hand slipping to your waist, squeezing firmly, as though grounding himself in this moment with you.
âDo you know how madly in love with you I am?â he whispered against your lips between kisses, his voice rough with affection. "How proud I am that you're all mine?" His words were almost a confession, but they poured from his heart as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing lightly through your hair.
He trailed his lips down your jaw, his kisses tracing along your skin in a slow, mesmerizing line. You felt your pulse quicken, your nerves humming with anticipation. You had waited for this, the intimacy that lay ahead, yet despite all your love and trust in Jude, the moment still held a weight, a depth, that made your heart race with excitement and a touch of nerves. But Judeâs patience and tenderness put you at ease.
Not having sex before marriage had been entirely your choice, one he had respected fully from the beginning. Never once pushing boundaries or questioning your decision. Instead, he embraced it, loving you fiercely without needing anything more. Heâd always taken your feelings to heart, caring for you deeply, making sure every moment you shared felt safe and cherished.
With his hands gently holding your waist, he looked into your eyes, his gaze tender and searching. âYouâre sure?â he asked, his voice barely a whisper but filled with love, grounding you in this new chapter together.
âYou okay?â He asked you after he didnât hear you say anything.
You looked at him, anxiety visible in your eyes.
âY/N, we donât have to do anything youâre not ready for, my love. You know that, right?â He reassured you, sensing your worry and making clear what already has been clear during your whole relationship. You controlled the pace of things, he went along with it, wanting nothing but for you to feel comfortable.
âNo, no, I knowâŠâ You looked him in the eyes. You truly were nervous and a little scared, but the fact that this was happening with Jude was what gave you so much confidence and serenity, you trusted him with your life, with your eyes closed. âI want to.â You said as you connected your lips with him.
âAre you sure?â He asked you in between the kisses.
âMore than sure,â you blurted out, not being able to move your lips away from his sweet lips.
You fiddled with the hem of his shirt, him taking this as a signal and taking it off quickly. You two moved to bed, him laying you down gently, hovering over you, not letting your lips separate.
He slid your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. As he lowered his mouth to your skin, his lips traveled down to your collarbone, his warm breath leaving a trail of heat that only intensified when he deftly unclasped your bra, tossing it aside. His gaze swept over your exposed skin, taking you in as if seeing you for the first time, his eyes darkened with both admiration and desire.
âFuck, Y/N,â he murmured, his face lingering close to your chest, unable to look away. âYouâre unreal.â
He leaned down, brushing his lips against your breast, his tongue swirling slowly around your sensitive peak. His other hand massaged and teased the opposite side, making you gasp as his warm mouth took in every inch of you, savoring each flick of his tongue. You felt the heat of his breath on your skin, making you arch slightly into him, your body reacting instinctively to the pleasure he was giving.
âYou look so gorgeous,â he said softly, voice husky against your heated skin as he traced the line of your collarbone with his mouth. âAnd youâre all mine,â he added, a hint of possessiveness woven into his words. âI feel so selfish.â His teeth grazed lightly over the spot heâd just kissed, and the mix of his lips and tongue left you groaning, your hands finding their way to his shoulders.
Jude's mouth moved downward, trailing kisses from your breasts to your stomach, pausing over your belly button as his lips lingered a little longer, drawing out the anticipation. He quickly slipped off your skirt, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, his fingers tracing the strap of your panties with deliberate slowness.
Looking up at you with dark, hooded eyes, he whispered, âIf you feel even the slightest discomfort, tell me. Weâll stop.â
You nodded, giving him a silent reassurance, and leaned back, your heart pounding with anticipation. He carefully slid your panties down your legs, letting them drop to the floor as you kicked them off, his eyes taking in every inch of your bare skin with unrestrained desire.
He gently spread your legs, his gaze locked on you as his fingers slowly traced along your folds, your arousal evident under his touch. His eyes softened momentarily as he took in the sight, almost in awe. âGosh, Y/N,â he breathed, voice thick. âYouâre dripping.â
Proud to have you so ready for him, he parted your folds gently, revealing your most sensitive spot. Without hesitation, he leaned in and flicked his tongue over your clit, his warm breath grazing your skin and adding to the sensation. The sudden rush of pleasure made you gasp loudly, the sound uncontainable as he worked his tongue with precise, teasing flicks.
âJude, fuck!â His name spilled out of your mouth, a desperate plea as his mouth continued its slow, skillful movements. His tongue lapped against you, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body, building intensity with every pass.
âThatâs it, love,â he groaned into you, the vibration sending sparks through your nerves. âYou taste heavenly.â His fingers, which had been tracing your folds, slid down, teasing the edge of your entrance. âIs this okay?â he asked, his tone gentle yet eager.
Unable to speak, you nodded, giving him all the confirmation he needed. He pressed a finger inside, moving slowly, allowing you to adjust as his tongue returned to your clit, flicking it in perfect rhythm with his hand.
With each curl of his fingers inside you, the pleasure intensifying to an almost unbearable level. âShit, my love,â he murmured against you, his free hand grasping your thigh, pulling it over his shoulder as he delved deeper.
The sounds of your breathless moans, the way you tugged at his hair, fingers clutching the sheets beneath you â everything was too much, yet you never wanted it to end. When he curled his fingers just right, you let out a loud, needy moan that echoed through the room.
âFound it,â he murmured proudly, glancing up with a smirk before resuming his movements with even more fervor. The pressure built and built until it felt like every nerve in your body was alight.
âJude, Iâm so close!â you managed to cry out, the intensity of the moment pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, each flick, curl, and stroke expertly timed to bring you to your climax.
âCome for me, sweetheart. Let go.â His encouragement was all it took for you to unravel, your body shaking as waves of pleasure overtook you. The tension that had been building released in a burst of pure bliss, each shock leaving you gasping as Jude continued to draw out every second of your climax.
As you came down, breath heavy, Jude shifted to hover over you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder as you basked in the afterglow, feeling completely and utterly loved.
You brought his face close, kissing him deeply, savoring the feel of his soft lips and the taste of his breath mingling with yours. Your hand slid toward his pants, fingers skillfully undoing the button as you attempted to slide your hand inside, but Jude quickly caught your wrist, stopping you gently.
âWait,â he murmured against your lips, his voice rough yet tender. âTonightâs about you. Letâs leave that for later.â Even in his most intense moments, he had a way of melting your heart, showing you that you were all he cared about right then.
âY/N,â he whispered, his lips brushing yours softly as his hand held yours with reverence. âWe can stop anytime, okay? Just say the word.â
âI know, Jude,â you replied, your need for him simmering over. âPlease, I need you now.â You pulled him into another kiss, feeling his muffled moan against your mouth.
Jude shed his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, and when he finally freed himself, you couldnât help the surprised breath that escaped you. Thick, veiny, and utterly perfect, he was⊠breathtaking. The sight made you clench in anticipation, your body fully attuned to the idea of him filling you completely.
He gave himself a few rough strokes, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock as his lips drifted to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses.
âAre you ready?â he asked softly, his mouth right by your ear, sending chills down your spine. You nodded, voice barely above a whisper as you managed a quick âyes.â
Slowly, he began to push into you, moving with careful precision, his thick length parting you and pushing into your soft, warm walls. Your head fell back, a loud gasp escaping your lips, just as a deep, expressive moan escaped his.
He filled you in a way that was both overwhelming and achingly satisfying. At first, there was just the softness, the gradual stretch that eased the empty ache his fingers had left behind.
âBreathe,â he ordered softly, his gaze full of concern as he watched you adjust. âYou all right?â
âYes,â you managed, nodding quickly, your voice laced with both awe and urgency.
Then, he pressed deeper.
And that was when you truly felt it â a slow burn, a pulse that matched the ache as your body adjusted to his size. He moved slowly, allowing you to savor every moment and giving you time to take him all in. âOh, fuck, doll,â he groaned, voice rough, almost breathless. âYouâre so tight.â
He thrust in sharply, drawing a strangled cry from you as you arched up, feeling the mix of pleasure and a slight tension.
He pulled back, the empty sensation just as powerful as the filled one. But before you could even miss it, he was pushing back into you, your nails raking down his back, leaving trails of red as you groaned, clinging to him.
âJude,â you breathed, the sound of his name coming out as though it held your very breath, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.
Your gasps turned to moans as his hips moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into a blissful haze. He slipped his arm under you, lifting you slightly to find an even better angle, and thrust into you again. Your mouth dropped open, breathless gasps filling the room.
âAre you okay? Should I stop?â he whispered, and the concern in his voice nearly broke you.
âNo, noâplease keep going,â you answered, the need in your voice coming through almost as a plea.
Finding the perfect rhythm, Jude moved with purpose, his hips meeting yours in sync, the connection between you deepening with every movement. He went faster, driving into you deeply, his hand moving to cup your breast, kneading it tenderly.
He filled you fully, the fit so perfect it was like you were made for each other. The warmth radiated from him, blanketing you in a feeling of complete unity, like you were his and he was yours, wholly and undeniably.
Jude whimpered, his face buried in your neck as he bit down gently, his lips grazing your skin with a mix of desire and tenderness.
âOh, sweetheart,â he cooed, his voice laced with adoration and teasing. âI can feel you squeezing me. Need it so bad, donât you? Need to come, hm?â
âYes, yes!â you gasped, nails digging deeper into his arms as your body trembled in his hold. The sensation was overwhelming, but so was the warmth in his words, grounding you while taking you over the edge.
A pleased smile spread across his face as he leaned in, pressing his mouth against yours with a fervent kiss, savoring every second. âI love you,â he murmured, his voice low and sincere, as he nipped gently at your bottom lip. âI love you so much.â His words were as soft as his touch, his mouth never breaking away from yours, conveying every feeling he had.
You moaned loudly, your voice betraying the words you couldnât yet find, hoping he could feel every bit of love you had for him in each sound you made.
And then, just as your body tightened around him, he twitched inside you, burying his face back into your neck with a deep groan as your entire body shuddered.
A gasp tore from your lips as you felt yourself on the very brink, the pleasure overtaking every muscle, every fiber, before washing over you in a wave that made you rake your fingers down his back, a choked moan slipping past your lips as you trembled in his arms.
âGive it to me,â he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he held you close. âJust like that.â
Your voice filled the room, his name on your lips as wave after wave of pleasure took you, your whimpers trailing off as he remained firmly against you, his fingers finding your clit again, drawing out every bit of pleasure left.
You werenât even sure you could breathe, lost entirely in the sensations. But you loved it. Loved the way he held you close, pressing his teeth into your shoulder as he buried himself deeper, finally letting go with a shudder as he poured himself into you, holding you tighter than ever.
Every joint in your body ached, radiating with the incredible high of both pain and pleasure, your arms looping around his neck as he remained within you, neither of you wanting the moment to end. Even as your breaths finally calmed, he stayed close, only pulling back to press a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wrapped you securely in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, his voice like a gentle lullaby in your ear.
It was only in that moment, with Judeâs arms around you, that you realized exactly how lucky you were â wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, in a perfect place, having experienced the most unforgettable night of your life. And as your breathing slowed and your heart settled, you smiled, feeling utterly complete in the embrace of your Jude.
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hello, i was wondering if you could do a smut about buck?
Maybe have it where reader has been feeling really insecure lately and buck is like âiâll fuck you until i hear that you believe it yourselfâ like he wants her to know that he thinks she beautiful and he wants her to see it
if you canât thatâs totally fine â€ïž
PUZZLE PIECES â E.BUCKLEY
you are buckâs person, and heâll be damned if you doubt that for even a second.
evan buckley x fem!reader | 2.9k | smut | masterlist.
WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI, reader is insecure about herself and her relationship with buck, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected piv, a lot of whining and general begging, creampie, couch sex
a/n â âiâll put this in my drafts and upload it after workâ she said, *proceeds to forget it exists for four days*
sorry about the wait đ
The thought had crept in slowly, quiet at first, but lately, it seemed to be everywhere. You would be sitting on the couch, watching Buckâs profile as he talked about his day with that familiar smile and bright eyes, and it would be there, the nagging voice that whispered, He deserves better.
At first, you brushed it off, but each time he did something thoughtful or made you laugh, the voice grew a little louder.
Buck was⊠everything.
He was kind and funny, dependable and brave, always there for anyone who needed him. And in your quieter moments, youâd find yourself questioning whether you could really be what he needed.
What did you have to offer someone like him?
He seemed to pick up on your change in mood quickly. A few times, youâd caught him watching you, brow furrowed, as though he could see right through you. Youâd just smile, trying to reassure him that everything was fine, but he knew better.
Buck was perceptive in a way that sometimes made you feel as though he could see things about you that even you didnât know.
One evening, as you were lost in thought, he suddenly plopped down beside you on the couch, sliding in close. âAlright, talk to me,â he said, his voice gentle but firm.
You blinked, startled. âAbout what?â
His hand found yours, fingers warm and steady as he held onto you. âAbout whatâs got you looking like that,â he replied, his thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin. âYouâve been so quiet lately. And itâs not like you. Somethingâs wrong.â
You swallowed, your gaze falling to your lap as you tried to find the words. âItâs⊠nothing, really.â
âNothing?â he asked softly, still watching you, but you could hear the worry in his voice. âBabe, come on. We both know thatâs not true.â
The truth tumbled out in bits and pieces, a little awkward and halting. You told him about the doubts that had been haunting you, how youâd started feeling like maybe heâd be better off with someone else. Someone who could give him more, be more. You didnât even dare look at him while you spoke, afraid of what you might see on his face.
There was a long silence after you finished, and your heart pounded with nerves. You expected him to try to reassure you, to brush it off or tell you not to worry. But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm, filled with an unshakeable certainty.
âI mean this with all the love in the world,â he started, and when you glanced up, he was gazing at you with a look so fierce it almost took your breath away. âDo you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?â
The incredulity in his voice caught you off guard. âBuckâŠâ
âHey.â He cupped your face, tilting it up so you couldnât look anywhere but into those intense, unwavering blue eyes. âThereâs no one on this earth whoâs better for me than you. No one.â His thumb brushed over your cheek, slow and deliberate. âIâm not letting you go that easily.â
You felt your throat tighten, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. âDonât you know by now? I was made for you.â His voice trailed off with a kiss against your lips, soft and gentle, as though he were trying to convey what words couldnât. âEvery part of me belongs to you.â
And he wasnât done, it seemed. He took your hands, held them to his chest as he pressed little kisses on each of your fingers, down to your palms, his lips gentle and warm against your skin. âDo you feel that?â he murmured, his hand covering yours over his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your fingers. âThatâs yours. Always has been.â
His touch drifted from your hands up to your face as he kissed you again, brushing his lips across your forehead, your cheeks, even the bridge of your nose. Each kiss felt like a promise, a wordless way of saying everything you hadnât been able to believe.
You tried to speak, but he stopped you with a gentle shush, moving his kisses down the column of your neck to your shoulder, as if every inch of you was something sacred that he wanted to worship.
âIâm not stopping until you believe me,â he murmured against your skin, his hands steady and sure as he wrapped them around you. âI donât want anyone else. Just you. Always.â
âIâm a mess,â you murmured as his lips worked to create a path of fire down your collarbone and along the swell of your breast, teasing the hemline of your v-neck with his lips. âIâmââ
âPerfect,â he said, his voice hoarse with desire as his mouth found the valley between your breasts and the sensitive skin of your chest. âYouâre perfect for me.â
You shivered under his touch and a gasp broke free from your lips as he moved back up to your mouth, capturing it in another kiss.
He pulled away for a moment to look you in the eye, his breathing as ragged as yours, his gaze full of pure, honest desire. âYouâre it for me,â he said, his voice a low, husky rumble. âThereâs no one else I want. Just you. Only you.â
You opened your mouth to protest again, but he pressed his thumb to your lips, cutting off your words. âDonât fight me on this,â he murmured. âLet me show you how perfect you are for me.â
With that, he crashed his lips to yours again, his tongue delving into your mouth as he encouraged you back against the couch. His hands were everywhere, his touch gentle yet urgent as he pushed your shirt up, his palms hot against your bare skin.
You arched into him, your body desperate for his touch, your hands seeking purchase on his arms.
He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over your head, his hands immediately returning to explore your newly exposed skin. âBeautiful,â he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts and along your stomach. âAbsolutely beautiful.â
You shivered under his touch, your breath catching in your throat, every nerve in your body on fire. âBuckâŠâ you gasped, the word more of a plea than anything else. âPlease⊠I needâŠâ
Buckâs eyes darkened slight with desire, his fingers hooking into the waist of your sweatpants and pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion, baring you to him completely. âI know what you need,â he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses down your hip and inner thigh. âIâm going to give you everything you need, baby. Just trust me.â
He moved between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider for him. A thrill of anticipation shot through you as his breath ghosted over your core, his lips following the path his breath had taken. âBeautiful,â he repeated, his voice a low, reverential murmur against your skin. "Absolutely perfect for me,â
He ran his tongue tentatively along the length of your slit, drawing a shudder from you, his hands gripping your thighs tight as he teased you, taking his time to lavish attention on every inch of you. You arched against him, your hips rolling, seeking more of his touch. âPlease,â you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer. "Please, BuckâŠâ
Buckâs grip on your thighs tightened at your words, a low grumble rumbling in his throat. âNot yet, baby,â he said, his breath hot against your core. âIâm not done showing you how perfect you are.â He gave your hip a gentle squeeze. "Relax. Let me show you.â
With that, he licked a long, slow stripe up through your folds, his tongue flicking against your clit briefly before moving back down, drawing another shudder from you. He repeated the motion, over and over, his tongue working with purpose to show you how deeply he was lost in you, in the feel of you, the taste of you.
Every touch of his tongue was a jolt of pleasure, your nails digging into his scalp as you arched against him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. âBuckââ you gasped, your thighs quivering under his grip. âPlease, I canâtââ
Buck pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal as he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. âYou can,â he said, his voice a low, raspy rumble. âYou will. Just a little longer, baby.â He teased a finger into your entrance, and your breath caught in your throat again. âI just need to make sure youâre ready for me.â
He moved back up your body, his lips finding yours again in a bruising kiss, his body pressing you down into the couch. You could feel the hard length of him, still trapped in his jeans, and you rocked against him, desperate for more. âBuck, please,â you gasped. âI need you, pleaseâŠâ
âSoon, baby,â he murmured against your lips, his hips rocking against yours, just enough to make you gasp again. âSoon. I promise.â
He reached between your bodies, undoing the button on his jeans and pushing them down his hips just enough to free himself, the hot length of him resting against your thigh as he kissed you again. âYouâre so perfect,â he whispered, his voice a low, reverential murmur. âSo perfect for me.â
His hands gripped your hips, angling them up to meet him, and he began to press into you, slowly, inch by inch.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensations, the stretch of him filling you, the heat of him surrounding you, the pleasure of the friction as he moved inside of you.
âPerfect,â he murmured again, his lips against your ear. âSo goddamn perfect, god I was made to be with you like this,â
He began to move after a few stationary moments, his hips rocking against yours in a steady, measured rhythm, your bodies moving together in a desperate dance, the pleasure building with every movement. âYou feel that, baby?â he gasped, his voice rough with desire. âYou feel how well you moulded to fit me?â
You nodded mutely, your voice lost in a gasp as the pleasure built within you, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke, every touch of his hands, every movement of his body.
âThatâs how I know you were made for me,â he continued, his voice ragged with desire. âYour body fits with mine, like two pieces of a puzzle. Youâre mine, baby, donât ever forget that. You were made for me, and Iâm never letting you go.â
His pace picked up, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, his breathing ragged with desire. âDonât ever think youâre not perfect,â he whispered, his lips against your ear. âYouâre everything Iâve ever wanted in a partner, baby. And Iâll keep going until you say you believe meââ
His body was pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment. You could feel every muscle of his body taut with tension, every line of him pressed against you.
âDonât ever doubt how much I want you,â he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. âIâll show you over and over again until you believe me, oh god, baby, Iâm never going to stop needing you like this. Never.â
His thrusts were increasingly ragged, his rhythm faltering as his climax tried to sneak up on him, only for him to force it down so he could focus on you.
âSay you believe me, baby,â he gasped, his voice a pleading murmur against your skin. âSay youâll never doubt what you mean to me, because youâre everything Iâve ever wantedâ everythingâ and I canât live without you, baby, I canâtââ
âI believe you,â you gasped, your own climax building within you, teetering on the edge of release. âI believe you, I do, Buck, I believe youââ
âSay you wonât ever doubt yourself again,â he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire. âSay youâll believe me when I tell you how perfect you are, because you are perfect, baby, and I will fuck you like this every day if thatâs what it takes to make you believe itââ
âI wonât,â you gasped, your words punctuated by a gasp as your eyes squeezed shut from the stimulation. âI wonât doubt myself, I promise, but please, Buck, I needââ
âI know what you need, baby,â he murmured, his voice low and possessive. âAnd Iâm going to give it to you. Over and over and over again, until youâre so full of me, and so sated that youâll never doubt us again.â
His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his own climax, as he sought to bring you to the edge, to push you over and bring you to the release you needed.
âCome for me, baby,â he pleaded, his voice ragged with desire. "I need to feel you come apart beneath me, I need it, baby, come onââ
You cried out at his words, your body shuddering with pleasure at the combination of his touch and his words, the pleasure within you cresting and crashing over you in a wave of ecstasy. Your body arched against him, your hands clinging to him as if your life depended on it, your breaths coming out in gasps.
Buck groaned as he felt you come apart beneath him, the feeling of you clenching around him drawing a guttural moan from him. âOh god, baby,â he gasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure. âThatâs it, oh god, baby, Iâm right there, Iâm right thereââ
His pace quickly picked up, his thrusts ragged and desperate, his body tense with the need to join you. âIâm gonna fill you up, baby,â he gasped, his voice thick with need. âGonna make you mine, gonna make sure you know youâre mine foreverââ
His thrusts became erratic, his breath coming out in gasps as he rode the edge of his orgasm. âIâm gonna come, baby, Iâm gonna come inside you, okay?â
âYes,â you gasped, you hands desperately clinging to him, âyes, please, I need it, I need youââ
With a final, ragged gasp, he came hard, his body shuddering as his orgasm coursed through his torso and down his legs, spilling his release into you, white and hot and possessive in a way his words would never be.
He collapsed against you, his body trembling, his breathing ragged. âGod, baby,â he panted, his voice thick with emotion. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
âI think I have a pretty good idea, actually,â you murmured, your own breathing still slightly ragged. You reached up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. âYouâre damn convincing, Buckley.â
He chuckled at your comment, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. "I meant every word, baby," he murmured, his lips drifting up the column of your neck to your ear. "You're perfect for me, and I'll keep proving it to you until you believe it yourself.â
You hummed contentedly at his words, your body relaxing against him, boneless and sated. You could feel the warm, sticky aftermath of his release between your legs, and you tightened your thighs together involuntarily at the sensation. âI think I believe you,â you murmured, your fingers tracing small circles along his back.
He chuckled again at your words, his hands roaming your body, tracing a lazy path along your curves. "You're damn right you believe me," he said, his voice still rough with emotion. "And if you ever forget it, I'll just have to remind you again. Over and over and over...â
He rolled the two of you over, pulling you close against his chest and wrapping you in his embrace. "But for now," he said, his voice softer now, "I just want to hold you. Just feel you in my arms, baby.â
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing a slow, soothing circle on your back. "I love you, you know that?" he murmured, his voice gentle and full of tenderness. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I'm never letting you go.â
You smiled at his words, snuggling closer against his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns along his skin. "I love you too, Buck," you whispered, your voice soft and full of emotion. "More than anything.â
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"Would you really take me?" Ocean asked, surprised but also excited by the idea of that. "I...I wasn't trying to get you to invite me, but...I think it would be really fun," Ocean went on softly, his voice quiet, blush on his cheeks; he did that so much with Matteo. Shaking his head, Ocean said, "I'd never fall in love with your brother." He leaned in even closer to Matteo, feeling the need to make it clear that his interest was very singularly focused on the man next to him. "You've told them about me?" Ocean asked, surprised. "They...want to meet me?" Why would they want that? He was nothing special, and Ocean whispered, "They'd just be disappointed." Still, it meant a lot to Ocean that Matteo liked him enough to mention him. "What did you say about me?" Ocean asked, giving Matteo a happy smile. He told the man, "You know, I've never been out of the country. Actually I've only been to four states - California, Oregon, Nevada, and Washington of course. Nevada wasn't...well, I was kind of pressured into it." And then Ocean's smile fell away as he remembered that weekend. Way to put a damper on the mood, that voice in his head scolded him.
All of that was pushed aside later once Matteo had finished painting the pumpkin. Not only was Matteo looking at him like a work of art, but Ocean felt like one under his gaze, even before the man started talking about beautiful he was. Surely Matteo was just being nice, right? Ocean tried to tell himself that that was all this was, but Matteo was so earnest, and it was clear he meant every word. And somehow Ocean found himself almost believing it. "Your Ocean," he replied, smiling when Matteo took his face into his hands. Something was about to happen, Ocean knew it, and his heart was racing. And speaking of hearts, he wanted to feel Matteo's, so as the older man caressed his face, Ocean reached out and touched the man's chest, feeling his heart beating beneath his hand. It connected the two of them, and Ocean hoped that Matteo was about to do what it felt like he was about to do. And then it happened: Matteo leaned in and kissed him, and Ocean felt euphoric. It was like everything around them melted away, and Ocean just folded into Matteo, kissing him back like it was the most important thing in the world. It felt like that in this moment. Too soon, the kiss was over, and Ocean kept his eyes closed for a moment, as if opening them would be waking from a perfect dream.
When he opened his eyes though, Matteo was still there; this wasn't a dream. "I want to do that again," Ocean responded softly. "I think I've wanted to do that since the moment we met." And this time it was Ocean who initiated it, leaning in to give Matteo yet another deep kiss.
Matteo chuckled softly, his eyes widening as amusement as he watched Ocean get ahead of himself. It was sweet, to see how worried he was about the prospect of Matteo moving back to his home country but there was absolutely no way Matteo would ever do that. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. âDo not worry, I donât have any interest in living in Italy. I havenât lived there for a long time, it just wouldnât feel like home anymore.â Besides, if he were ever to go back to Italy, even for a mere trip, he would feel very inclined to invite Ocean along. âMaybe just for a visit. You could meet my father. And my brother Marco, but as long as you donât fall in love with him.â It was a joke but it wouldnât have been the first time his younger brother had done something like that. Not only was he handsome but he was also extremely talented, much like Matteo. Unlike Matteo, Marco is also younger, more charming. Or at least, thatâs how Matteo felt. A blush rose to his cheeks now as he scratched the back of his neck, saying "And my auntie. She really wants to meet you."
His heart radiated in his chest at Oceanâs statement. So sweet, doesnât even know how precious he really is. âIt means beautiful, my Ocean.â Matteo stepped forward again after his admiration and carefully pulled him closer, almost as if he were scared to hurt him by the simple act. He took Oceanâs face into his hands, cognizant of the fresh paint and he took pause. A long one, silent and content. He tilted his head just slightly as he studied him. His gaze made purchase on Oceanâs cherubic face, flitting, they landed on his eyes. Those eyes. They could tell him so much. A warm smile spreads across his lips and he presses his forehead against Oceanâs, murmuring âBecause you are.â Matteo sighed quietly, his eyes dipping closed for a moment, composing himself to whisper earnestly âOut of all of Godâs wondrous creations, I know for certain, that you are the work of art he is most proud of.â Without thinking, or perhaps, thinking too much, he bridges the gap between the two of them â pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tentatively. Testing the metaphorical waters.
After he reluctantly pulled away, cheeks flushed and goofy grin on his lips he said, âYes, anything you want.â Ocean could have asked for a million dollars and Matteo would have found a way to make it happen. âLead the way.â
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Yandere Genshin Men With An Escaped Darling
Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)
This took me so much longer than what I have planned. I had much fun writing this:) if you have any yandere scenario requests feel free to send me an ask<3 (I most likely wonât include every single character). (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).
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Warnings: violence, murder, imprisonment, manipulation, drugging, female reader
Word count: 9664
Albedo
The icy wind whipped against your cheeks. Snow clouded your vision. The tree branches waved in the wind and grasped at your clothes. You hissed as a thorn ripped your fabric, causing you to bleed.
As you ran down the mountain you glanced over your shoulder at every given moment.
A clearing caught your eye. Finally you could breathe out. You leans against a large tree. You needed to cover your wound. You rummaged through your pockets and to your joy you found a small scarf. The thin woven scarf was gifted to you by Klee, Albedoâs younger sister. The little girl was so proud when she gave you the scarf and wanted you to wear it all the time. Sadness filled your being at the thought of ruining the pink scarf, but your arm was more important. You bound your wound tightly with the scarf. One of the things he had thought you.
âI told you to stay inside the cabinâ his voice echoed.
You froze. You prayed to the archons that it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
âThis mountain is dangerous. You have no way of defending yourselfâ his voice soft.
You turned your head. Your eyes met his ice blue ones. They were cold, just like the icy mountain.
âLetâs go homeâ he walked towards you with quick steps. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. âYou are better off home, with me. I will keep you safeâ his arms tightened around your form.
Alhaitham
The scribe had given you freedom. Which allowed you to freely roam the Akademiya. While Alhaitham was preoccupied in his office, you explored the university. Within a couple of months you had made friends with a couple of the students. You never told them you situation with the grey haired scholar, but they all knew that you lived together.
You had spent a lot of time plotting your escape. After all escaping the scribe was no easy task. The House of Daena was empty and quiet. The small bag you had hoisted over your shoulder filled with only the necessities. Your hands was shaking as you pushed down the door handle to a back door. The sunlight blinded you as the door opened.
You hurried down the path from the Akademiya. Your flats clicking against the cobblestone. You had to get out from Sumeru City and seek refuge in a remote town. It was risk, sure, but it was your only hope.
After an hour or so you had made your way to a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It wasnât the ideal place, but it was your only option for the night. You was so kindly offered the spare bed by a lovely elderly woman. She didnât ask why you looked over your shoulder every minute and that you were thankful for.
You packed your things and thanked the older woman for her kindness and went on your way.
After hours on the road your legs felt like jelly. You stopped by a abandoned house and rested on the little bench by the overgrown vegetable garden.
You woke up by the sounds of footsteps coming your way. A shadow blocked the sun.
âI must say you have slightly developed, but unfortunately you are still as predictable as everâ Alhaitham shook his head. âThe elderly woman you slept at told me everything as soon as I explained the situationâ his lips widened into a grin. âShe thanked my for looking after such a helpless woman such as yourself.â
Strong arms picked you up and held you tight against his strong chest. âLetâs go homeâ.
Ayato
Ayato was a sly man. With his white clothing he looked like an angel, but that was far from the truth. You had many times heard him command the Shuumatsuban to get rid of the clanâs enemies. You knew the katana that rested by his hip when he was out on public duties, had slaughtered many.
You were afraid. Not only by him in himself, but afraid of his power and actions. Thatâs why you climbed over the tall walls that shielded the Kamisato residence from the outside world. Your ankles buckled under you as you landed and you whimpered out in pain. After you had collected yourself, you made a run for it. The ninjaâs that were stationed around the estate had without doubt already spotted you. You hoped that they went to report to Ayato instead of chasing you down.
The way down to the beach was rocky and dangerous. Like a wild goat you quickly made your way down thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through your veins. The old rowboat was in the same stop just as you had recalled from an evening stroll with Ayaka along the beach. To your luck the two paddles were still there. You pushed the boat with all your might to the shore. The saltwater cold against your bare feet.
The swish of an arrow stopped you in your tracks. You looked down and saw it sticking out from the side of the boat. The hole was not that big, but it would cause your boat to leak in enough water for it to sink before you had made it to safety.
âSeize her!â a Shuumatsuban with high standing ordered.
A man with his face covered dragged you away from your boat and bound your wrists behind your back.
When you looked up at the cliff you saw Ayato looking down at you. He made his way down slowly and dread filled your veins.
He stopped in front of you and lifted your chin with a finger. âDid you have fun?â he leaned his face closer, his breath fanning your face. âDo not forget that I have eyes and ears everywhereâ.
âNow letâs get you home. I will make sure you wonât slip through my fingers again. Though I must say your little attempt humoured meâ
Baizhu
Tricking the little zombie girl made you feel horrible, but it was your only ticket to freedom. The green haired doctor had feed you herbs that made you weak and depended on his care. You had seen the label on the little bottle containing the medicine. So when he was out researching some herbs, you went through all the medical books he had in his libraries in search of the antidote. After much time and countless books you finally figured out the antidote.
You talked to Qiqi alone when Baizhu was busy treating a patient. You explained that he needed some herbs and told her that she had to deliver them to you and not her guardian. After some convincing she agreed. You crossed your fingers that she would remember and not slip up.
To your joy Qiqi had indeed remembered. The herbs tasted awful, but it was a small price to pay. It didnât take long before you felt the medicine Baizhu had given you wear of. When he came to check up on you, you pretended that you were still weak. You asked him to go get some more medicine and he did as you said. When the green haired man left, you quickly tried to pry the window open. It was slightly jammed, but with your new strength you managed. Finally you had escaped the snakeâs nest.
Your feet moved fast as you ran down the many stairs. You had to turn Baizhu to the authorities for his crimes. Just as you had made it down the stairs you bumped into someone. You didnât need to look up to understand who it was.
âYou will catch a cold running around like thatâ his voice cold as ice. His fingers lifted up your chin. âTricking Qiqi really was a low move. That poor child was absolutely devastated to come home to an empty house. As for me I must say I am deeply disappointed. I have made it very clear that you will not manage without me.â
His lips curled up into a soft smile. âLetâs go home my darling. I will make some tea.â
Capitano
The first Harbinger was worshipped throughout the whole snowy nation. His underlings held great respect for him. He could be cruel and bloodthirsty, but to you he had a soft spot for.
Boots hammered against the ice ground. You knew you wouldnât be able to run away from them, but you would not give up so easily.
As you made your way through the thick pine forest you started to regret your decision, but it was too late. As you came to the end of the forest you were surrounded by soldiers. Their spears raised towards you, stopping you in your tracks.
The sound of hooves reached your ears. The soldiers parted and bowed deep. On a tall black horse sat Capitano. Even with his face hidden by his black helmet, you could feel his intense gaze.
The stallion came to a halt and his rider dismounted. The snow crunched underneath his heels as he made his way towards you. His height towering over your trembling form. âYou are all dismissedâ he barked out. The soldiers bowed before they marched down the hill.
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. The ice cold wind howling against the tree tops. The dark haired man finally spoke âYou broke my trust. Criminals deserve to be punished.â
With a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder and held you in place with his arm. He mounted his horse and squeezed his heels against the animalâs flank.
The Harbingerâs hold on you was tight and as suffocating as his presence. As you watched the landscape blur together you realised that you would never escape him.
Childe
The sound of childrenâs laughter could be heard in the distance. The small fishing village Ajaxâs family resides in was remote. The river that ran across it ice cold and filled to the brim with fish. You crept as quickly as you could between the trees that surround the village. To your dismay Childeâs childhood home was just by the border which meant that the red head knew the woods like the back of his hand.
You winced as you heard Teucer calling out for his brother. The little child had noticed your disappearance.
You picked up your speed and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was difficult with the heavy snow, but you had to keep going.
A flash of red stopped you in your tracks. You quickly hid behind a rock and held your breath.
âItâs not nice to run awayâ a chirpy voice said. Childe.
Of course he found you. It was only a matter of time. His soft laughter rang throughout the woods. He was close. Too close.
Suddenly he jumped onto the rock you had hidden behind. You yelped and backed away. He grinned as he looked down on you. His eyes wide and crazed. âIf you wanted to play hide and seek why didnât you just say so?â he laughed. His laughter chilling.
He jumped down and landed just a few centimetres from your legs. He bent down and dragged you to your feet. âTeucer, Tonia and Anthon are all waiting for you back home. You wouldnât want to disappoint them would you?â he tilted his head and faked a sad expression.
He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. âWhen we get home after our visit here, I will never let you leave my side. Is that understood?â his voice low. He chuckled as he pulled back to study your expression. âThat frightened look of yours is really something. Makes me wanna eat you upâ he kissed your cheek. âDonât make me lose my cool, okay?â
Cyno
The sun was bright and high. The heat was unbearable and you regretted not seeking shade. The sand danced across the dune as the wind gave you some mercy from the heat.
In front off you on the scorching sand laid the lifeless bodies of the eremites that had helped you with your escape from the general. Blood coloured the sand red and the ruins surrounding you were splattered in red. The metallic sand made you dizzy.
Cyno stood before the bodies with his back turned to you. His white hair was coated in red. His strong muscles made him look like a god as he stood there with his bloodied spear. He turned to you. His face blank.
âI am sorry you had to see thatâ his expression apologetic.
He planted the spear in the ground and walked towards you slowly like he was afraid of scaring you. He squatted down so that he was on your eye level. You pulled your legs towards you as much as you could.
âWhy did you run away?â
You only stared at him with big eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His head piece long discarded. âThe desert is a dangerous place. You have no idea how scared I was when I noticed your disappearanceâ his eyes sad. âWhen I saw you among those eremites⊠I have never felt such anger. I had no choice but to eliminate them. Those who try to take you away from me deserves punishment. I did the right thing with ridding the world of such peopleâ his hands was trembling in anger.
âI will make sure no one tries to take you away from me again. I will always be by your sideâ he kissed your tears away with a soft smile.
Dainsleif
Dainsleif had long lost his sanity. At least when it came to you. That much was clear.
You had just managed to escape him while he slept. The ruin you had chosen for your resting place for the night was eerie quite. Even the monsters were gone. You would have found it weird had you not been on the run. You manoeuvred through the dark ruins as fast as you could. After a while you made it out.
Your relived expression fell as you took in your surroundings. The monsters you had disappeared were now standing in front of you. You slowly backed away as you thought up an escaped plan. Just as you were about to make a run for it, dark blue power lit up the area in front of you. With movements faster then what your eyes could see, the monsters were slain.
The blond traveler looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. He flicked off the blood that coated his blade as he made his way towards you.
âI expected more from you. To believe you so ignorantly took the bait is truly disappointingâ he shook his head. âBut on the plus side, I have now proved to you that you will never make it without me. Let me be your protector. Let me take care of youâ he kneeled in front of you as he took your small hand in his and kissed it gently.
You could only cry silent as the Twilight Sword led you inside the ruins. Dainsleif was a man of his word and you knew very well that he would never break his promise to himself.
Diluc
The winery was a beautiful place. When you first arrived you thought it looked like something straight out from a fairytale. You could not be more wrong as you soon learned.
Diluc was a desperate man. He had tricked himself into believing he was your saviour and he would do anything in order to protect you. If he had to kill someone in order to do so he would not bat an eye.
You had escaped through the cellar door and out the cellar window. You had been unsure if you fitted through the window, but to your surprise you fitted like a glove. The moon casted a pale light against the manor and it made you pause in your steps by its beauty.
The stables were empty just as you had expected. You tacked up the chestnut mare Diluc had gifted you. You kissed her forehead as you collected yourself. He would come after you.
As the mare galloped through the dense forest you could hear the distant shouts from Diluc. You gritted your teeth as you made your horse run faster.
Just as you thought you had made it, you heard the dreaded screams of his hawk. You had lost.
Your eyes were heavy as you slowly gained consciousness. You were tied to the desk chair inside his bedroom. Your bindings was of the finest red silk. You shivered at the similarities between you and a neatly wrapped present. In front of you were a highly distressed red haired man. He was walking back and forth, muttering something to himself.
âHow could I be so careless as to not look better after her⊠I am a foolâ he hissed to himself.
After a few minutes he stopped and turned to you. His expression softened as he cupped your face. âI apologise for the bindings, but it is necessary. You could be hurt you know?â his voice soft, but serious. âI will never let any harm happen to you. Ever.â
Dottore
The doctorâs blood red eyes always sent shivers down your spine. Even though he was human, he seemed like anything but. His embraces felt like a cage and his sweet words like poison. It didnât take you long to understand why he was the most feared man in the entirety of Teyvat.
Dottore held you within his estate and refused to let you leave. Heavily armed guards guarded your chambers. You had tried to convince them to let you go and the next day you were delivered their served head on a platter. Dottore was cruel that much was obvious.
You knew you could never outsmart Dottore. He was one of the smartest beings on the plant and he never pretended not to be. If you couldnât trick Dottore, you would trick the servants.
The long hallways in Dottoreâs mansion were dark and empty. You sneaked through the manor as quietly as possible. With the key you had stolen clutched in your hand you made your way to the garden door. You twisted the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. Cold air filled your lungs. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the snow filled landscape.
Your freedom was however short lived.
âIf you take a step outside of that door I will behead this womanâ a deep voice reached your ears.
You froze and slowly turned. There in the doorway stood the Harbinger. His raven-like mask were nowhere to be found. His hand was wrapped around the neck of the maid who you had stolen the key from. Her face was filled with fear and she looked at you pleadingly.
As much as you longed for freedom, you could not bear to have the blood from someone else on your hands. You walked back in and locked the door with a lowered head. You placed the key in Dottoreâs waiting hand.
He slipped the key onto his pocket with a smile. âGood girl.â
âHoweverâŠ. I cannot let such an action go unpunishedâ he tck-ed. He threw the maid across the room. Her back hit the wall with a loud thud.
âI have given you all a specific rule you all must follow. I have made what would happen if you would ever break it quite clear, have I not?â his voice as cold as the unforgiving landscape that surrounded the estate. The maid muttered a âyes lord Harbingerâ.
The blue haired man scoffed and turned to you. âI suppose I should teach you a lessonâ his eyes held nothing but cold determination.
With three long strides he stopped in front of the maid. Her eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a sharp and sleek scalpel and slight her throat in a precise motion. âYou deserve much more suffering, but I donât want me darling to be witness to that so this would have to doâ he sneered at the maid as she gurgled on her own blood.
He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands on his pants. âLetâs get you back to your chambers shall we.â
He snaked his arm around your waist and led you out of the hallway. âI trust that you will stop your escape attempts and accept that you belong here with meâ his voice smooth like honey.
Gorou
The general of the resistance was a generous man. He always looked after his soldiers and treated them with respect and you were no different. He loved you with his entire being, that much was certain.
He never brought you to the frontlines. You were to stay at the base with a few trusted soldiers that looked after you. They all knew about your situation, but no one cared. They all were just glad that the general had someone who brought him comfort through the tough times.
As the soldiers exchanged posts you were able to sneak out of the cabin. You did not get far before a certain brunette had tracked you down.
His big cerulean eyes wide as his whole body tensed. âWhy are you out here?â his big eyes not blinking once. His ears alert.
âYou didnât try to leave right? It must be something else? Right?â his voice raised. His fangs visible as he sneered.
He gripped your hand tightly as he dragged you back to the camp. âIâm sorry sweetheart, but I need to keep you safeâ he looked at you with a sad expression as he hurried back to the camp.
The hybrid had always been extremely overprotective to the point it suffocated you. He always told he did what he did for your own good.
The next nights he held you tightly in his arms as he slept. His fluffy tail wrapping around your leg in a protective manner.
Heizou
The detective had locked you up in his own home, claiming it was a way to protect you. Every door and every window (and some drawers) had complicated locks on. Only a few doors and drawers were unlocked.
Heizou was out on a detective job so you were left all alone. This was your chance to get out. You knew all to well that the detective most likely would track you down, but you could not let such an opportunity pass.
The puzzle that was the lock-mechanism on the front door seemed different. Heizou did have the habit of changing them so you didnât think too much of it. The puzzle was tricky, but after a while you were able to figure it out. The door unlocked and you squealed in joy.
You hadnât come far before someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders. âBooâ he whispered into your ears causing you to yelp.
âAww⊠Did I scare you now?â his tone mocking. He leaned his entire body weight onto you causing you to stumble. He chuckled at your shuffling and poked your cheek. âIâm glad you passed my little test sweetheartâ he purred.
You regained your senses and pushed him off. You glared at him as he laughed.
âYou really are entertaining arenât you? You thought that I would ever let you go⊠Now thatâs just too funny!â he wiped his tears as he laughed.
âWith your naivety, you are better of with meâ he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Your noses almost touching. He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you gently. âI will take care of you, darling.â
Itto
The brutish oni was really clingy and always felt the need to have you glued to his side. Getting alone time was nearly impossible, but you managed when he was out organising a onikabuto match.
While the white haired man was busy making posters with his gang, you snuck out of the house. Which was surprisingly easy when he wasnât home. The city was lively and the lit lanterns flickering in the wind. Stars littering the clear night sky. You sneaked among the multiple food stalls. The smell of fried fish filling the air.
The sound of a booming laughter made your limbs freeze to the ground. You could recognise that laughter everywhere. You turned your head and your eyes widened in fear at your confirmed suspicion. Before a dessert stall stood Itto with Mamoru. âWe gotta get something for the gang. You brought money right?â the oni nudged Mamoru who muttered a âyes bossâ.
You quickly hid behind a small group of someone who stood before the boba shop. Luckily you where shorter than the group and you were able to stay hidden.
âWait⊠Why does it smell like [Name]?â
âI donât know boss. Isnât she home?â
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs. You carefully peaked through the group. Itto was sniffing in the air, the action almost comical, had it not been for your predicament. His closed eyes snapped open. His red slit eyes met yours. His body tense like a hunting dog. His expression filled with shock. âDoll?â he called out.
Your feet moved before you even registered it. You sprinted down the street. Your sandals clicking against the ground. You didnât need to look back to know that Itto was right behind you.
You jumped down the railing and you were thankful that the jumps wasnât too high as you landed on the soft grass. Just as you made it behind a small building, a big hand grabbed your arm. You lost your balanced and was pulled flushed against a broad chest.
âWhy are you outside?â his voice eerily quiet. âI thought I made it clear that itâs dangerous, you are not a big strong oni. Humans are so fragile and weakâ he pulled you into a tight hug. His face pressed against your soft hair. âYou better listen to me next time⊠or I would have to tie you upâ he pressed a kiss on top of your head followed by a soft âI love youâ.
Kaeya
The Calvary Captainâs office was quite save from the sound of the captainâs pen scribbling. He hadnât acknowledged you since he brought you inside his spacious office. His silence was scarier than his anger. He continued to write his report about some mission. The grandfather clock in the corner ticking.
After what felt like an eternity Kaeya looked up at you. He folded his hands and leaned his chin on them. His lone eye looking straight at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. âYou broke my trust did you not?â his honeyed voice terrifying. He tck-ed. âI am disappointed, but not surprisedâ he sighed. âI should punish youâ he unfolded his hands and drummed two fingers across the rim of his empty glass.
âWhy would I want to be locked up in some apartment?â you spat at the smug knight. His lips stretched up into a uncanny smile.
âOh myâŠ. You are more naive than what I gave you credit forâ he chuckled. He stood up suddenly, causing the chair legs to scrap against the hardwood floor. He walked towards you like a stalking wolf. His eyes hungry and brimming with madness.
He stopped before you and leaned down on the arms of your chair. His face close to yours. Too close. His crystal blue eye scanned yours. You felt completely naked underneath his gaze. âDid you really think I wouldnât know how you so foolishly conceived the knights guarding the house?â he laughed. His laughter sickening. âI dealt with them as soon as they reported back to me. It was a pain cleaning of the blood from my new boots, but some sacrifices must be madeâ he sighed.
He grasped your chin and leaned closer âI will never ever let you go.â
He straightened up. His expression lighthearted. âNow letâs get something to eat shall we?â he pulled you up with a tight grip. You looked down on his boots as he dragged you out of his office, noticing the few blood speckles he had missed.
Kaveh
The house Kaveh had constructed for you two was like a maze. With many corridors and doors, it was easy to get lost. He had built you both a home where he could play out his fantasy. He had kept you locked away in the mansion for months. Kaveh said it was to keep you safe and away from prying eyes.
You tried to force the window open for the 10th time, but to no avail. The window was still only a few centimetres open. Kaveh had proudly showed you the windows he had constructed that would not open more than a few centimetres. You had hoped that the design of the master architect had failed, but to your disappointment they had not.
Your eyes scanned the room till the landed on the doors to the winter garden. The glass were delicate and beautiful. You studied it closely till you came to the conclusion that they might be fragile enough to shatter. You picked up a stool that were standing in the corner. You lifted the furniture over your head and smashed the windows with all your might. The glass doors shattered into million pieces, looking like glittering diamonds. You dropped the stool and climbed through the window. You hissed as you cut yourself on the jagged pieces of glass that were still standing.
The winter garden was cozily decorated and it almost made you sad to leave it. The door out to the garden was locked which wasnât a surprise. To your luck one of the miniature stone statues that resembled birds of all sizes, was perfect for shattering windows. It almost broke your heart at the thought of shattering the beautiful stained glass walls, but you had no choice. With all your might you managed to break it.
You ran as fast as you could through the garden. You had to find the exit before Kaveh came home from his meeting with his new client. As you were about to climb the tall fence that surrounded the property, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down. You back hit the soft grass and straddling you were Kaveh. His eyes filled with betrayal and anger.
âHow could you?!â his voice loud. His grip on your shoulders tightened. âAfter all that I have done for you?!â his features twisted into rage and hurt.
You tried to defend yourself, but your words died on you tongue. You had never seen Kaveh that angry. Fear filled you entire being and you felt sick. You casted a last look at the flush forest behind the fence. You knew that this would be your last time outside for a very long time.
Kazuha
With your breath ragged you ran through the dense forest. You had finally managed to escape the white haired samurai. You just needed to reach the beach and board one of the fishing boats that were docked at the dock.
You finally made it to the clearing that lead down to the beach. You waved at the fishermen and they turned to greet you. The dock was old and badly maintained. Splinters poking out and threatening to stab your feet. Just as you were about to ask the captain on the rather small boat, a gust of wind nearly knocked you down.
Red maple leaves fell gently down form the sky. The man in front of you moved quickly and elegantly. His movements like a dance, completely ensnaring you with his beauty. Crimson rain littered the air before it splattered your face. The warm liquid brought you quickly to your senses. Kazuha swiftly slashed his katana, slitting the throat of the captain. The red eyed man landed gently and wiped his blade with a handkerchief. The white fabric staining red in an instant.
He turned his gaze to you. His lips bore a gentle smile. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the bloodstains of your skin. âWhat is my delicate flower doing here?â his voice soft.
You swallowed. You had yet to let you eyes wander to the slaughtered boat crew. Kazuhaâs eyes scanned yours. His long eyelashes fluttered. Tears ran down your cheeks in crystal clear rivers. You shoved him away as hard as you could. He stumbled back, but you knew he held back his strength. He had let you push him. âGet away from me!â your voice weak and trembling. You choked out a cry as your fell down to the wooden floor. The wood was soaked with red blood. You let your eyes wander. You wanted to throw up at the sight of the dead boatmen.
âYou know I canât do that. Without me youâre lost. I need to protect you. You are the only light in my life and I know we will live happily ever afterâ his voice was pained and vulnerable. His calloused hands gripped your shoulders in desperation. âI am never going to let you leave meâ his smile crazed and not fitting his saddened eyes.
He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that reminded you of a cage. His face nestled into your soft hair. âI will make you happy, just you wait and see.â
Lyney
A swarm of cards flew over your face, momentarily blinding you. You ducked your head, but lost balance as something caught your leg. It was a makeshift snare made of multiple colourful handkerchiefs. Playful giggles reached your ears.
âThe surprised look on your face is to die for! So adorable!â his voice gleeful.
You quickly got back on your feet and was about to make a run for it when Lyney tackled you. You landed with a groan, the cobblestone hard against your back. Lyney pinned your hands to the ground as he sat on top of your midriff. He grinned as he looked down on you.
âItâs no fun in you escaping you know?â he tilted his head. He kissed your nose before he jumped off you. âYou could at least be a little more creativeâ he shook his head in faux disappointment.
âAssholeâ you sneered at him.
His cat like eyes crinkled in amusement at your remark. âHow rudeâ he snickered.
Just as sudden as he had jumped you, his expression changed. His eyes colder than ice and his mouth a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you after him.
He unlocked the house he, his siblings and you resided in. He quickly locked the door after him and dragged you into your bedroom. He let go of your hand. You quickly stumbled as far away from him as you could.
âWhy canât you let me have nice things? Why [Name]?â his eyes narrowed. It was in moments like this that you remembered his role in The Fatui. His eyes held a dangerous glint that dared you to cross him.
Your eyes widened in horror. âNo, no, no⊠Please Lyney!â you begged. Tears trialing down your cheeks and pooling down onto the soft carpet.
âYou gave me no choice. This is the consequences of your own actionsâ he shushed you as he clasped the chain onto your left ankle. He gently kissed your tears away. âItâs only temporary, okay?â he gently stroked your cheekbone. âI love you darling, donât forget that.â
Neuvillette
Even though the judge bore aesthetically similarities with the sea otters that lived in the Fontanian waters, he was not like them at all. They were sweet playful creatures, and the judge a selfish cruel man. His good reputation made you sick. If only the citizens of Fontaine knew him like you did.
He had kept you hidden and locked up in his beautiful home. That was until you had managed to convince the Melusine that was in charge of looking after you that day. At first she refused to let you out, but when you told her that you were going to buy a present for Neuvillette she yielded. If it was under other circumstances you would have felt bad for tricking her.
The bustling streets of The Court of Fontaine a familiar sight. You breathed in the air. Oh how you had missed the smell of new baked goods and the music of street musicians.
You knew it would not take long before Neuvillette would notice your disappearance. You had to get out of the city and onto an aqua bus before he sent the Gardes after you.
You bought a ticket with the money you had managed to steal from Neuvillette. You quickly made it up the stairs to the aqua bus station. The aqua bus was just about to depart when a group of Gardes blocked the exit behind you. You leaped for the bus only to collide with a broad chest. You could recognise that scent no matter where in Teyvat you found yourself.
You slowly raised your head. Neuvillette looked down at you with a furious expression. You had only seen that expression when he had caught you chatting with other men (it didnât matter to him that your conversation was only friendly and nothing more). His lilac eyes bored into yours, stripping your soul naked.
âI told you to never leave the residenceâ his voice low and lazed with anger.
His horns glowing light blue. His hands balled into fists by his sides, clearly trying to ground himself. You lowered your head.
âWe are going back at once and you better not make any commotionsâ his hand turned you around and firmly guided you to the lift. One of the Gardes reached out his hand in order to size you properly. âGet your filthy hand away from herâ Neuvilletteâs voice boomed.
The Garde tried to defend himself but was cut short by Neuvillette. âLeave at once or you will regret itâ his teeth bared. His sharp fangs fully visible. The Garde bowed and quickly left.
Neuvilletteâs hand tightened its hold on your shoulder. âWhen we get home I demanded an explanation as to why you left your homeâ he whispered into your ear.
Pantalone
Pantalone was sitting on a expensive leather chair. His shoes polished in a way you could see your own reflection in the black leather. In his gloved hands was a black pistol with details in white gold.
In front of him on the cold polished hardwood floor knelt a man. His hands were bound behind his back. His eyes were looking pleadingly up at the Harbinger. He was a guard whom you had befriended. He had so kindly helped you escape before you both were caught red handed by the ninth Harbinger.
The black haired Harbinger turned his face towards you. âThis is what he gets for taking whatâs mineâ his voice as smooth as velvet. His eyes dark and his smile cunning. He turned towards the bound man. âI must admit that I am a rather greedy man. I really hate when people try to take whatâs mineâ he sighed and clicked his tongue. He flicked the safety and pointed the pistol at the guards head.
âNo!â you screamed as you desperately tried to get lose from your silk bindings.
Pantalone shushed you gently. âHe asked for it my loveâ his voice sweet as sugar.
âAny last words?â he smiled. âHmm⊠I donât think you deserve anyâ he fired the pistol before the poor guard had the time to open his mouth. Pantaloneâs smile stretched into a sickening grin. The manâs brain splatters onto the expansive rug.
You screamed as you tried to swallow the bile. âHow could you?! You disgusting monster! I hate you!â you screamed while thick tears ran down your cheeks.
âDonât cry my dear. Heâs not worth shedding your lovely tears overâ Pantalone kneeled in front of you. His eyes gentle. âI will make sure that no other men like that ever gets between us. You are mine and nothing will ever change thatâ his voice low.
Pierro
The sorcerer had forced you to your knees with his magic. You could feel the power tugging at your mind and it hurt. His pale eyes boring into yours. âHave you forgotten your place?â his gruff voice echoed inside the ballroom.
You glared up at him unable to do anything else. He kneeled before you and harshly lifted your chin. His expression harsher than the unforgiving climate outside. âI must say Iâm utterly disappointed in your behaviour. You should be ashamed.â
You tried to get control over your limbs, but to no avail. Your words died on your tongue and you were unable to make any sound.
The white haired man scoffed and released his hold on you. His magic released you completely and you crawled backwards and away from him. Creating as much distance as possible.
The Jester rose to his feet and dusted off invisible dust from his elegant robe. âIf you were anyone else I would have executed you for your crime. Do not forget that our relationship was blessed directly blessed from Her Majesty Herselfâ he sneered.
He hauled you up to your feet, his iron grip bruising. He dragged you down the corridors and up the many stairs to your chambers. He slammed the door open and dragged you inside.
âThink over what you have done. I donât take such humiliation lightlyâ his eyes narrow as he looked down on you. âDonât think you will ever get away. You belong to me and thatâs finalâ with that he closed the door and locked it making you all alone.
Sethos
You ran over the dunes as fast as you could. You had to be fast. Behind you you could hear Sethos voice as he called for you. To your misfortune the free spirited man was fast. Extremely fast. Your sandals were filled with sand, but you couldnât care less.
Suddenly it became quiet. Too quiet. You hid behind a rock formation and listened. Suddenly a figure slid down the dune to your left and leaped on top of you. He was precise enough that make sure you landed on the sand and not the rock behind you. His wild hair rustling in the wind.
The sight in front of you reminded you of the time when he swept you away and locked you away inside the temple. He had first gotten to know you when he visited Sumeru City. He had told you it was love at first sight and he asked you to come and visit the desert with him. You were taken aback by his impulsiveness, but you soon grew accustom to it.
âIf you wanted to play hide and seek you could have just said soâ his entire weight on you. He was silent for a few moments. His crystal green eyes scanning yours. You could see his gears turning. âDonât tell me you tried to run away from meâŠ? You would never do something like that? Right?â his voice lazed with disbelief and desperation.
In a swift movement you were brought to you feet. His hold on you right and you wondered if he thought you would fly away if he let go. âLetâs get back to the templeâ his voice back to its jovial self, but his eyes clouded with obsession and desperation.
Thoma
The white mop mopped over the hardwood floor in a fast motion. The white colour quickly staining red. A crimson red pool of blood was spilled across the floor. The sight made you sick. Bile raising up in your throat. You were sitting in the coroner of the room , hugging your knees. The blonde man stopped his mopping and raised his head and looked at you. His face splattered with blood. He sighed and leaned the mop against the wall.
âI am so sorry you had to see that, my angleâ his green eyes pleading. He crouched in front of your trembling form. He gently caressed your cheek.
The friendly and kind housekeeper was gone and replaced by a green eyed monster that slaughtered anything in its path. He had beheaded the kind men that helped you escape from the Kamisato estate.
âI am wounded that you tried to leave me. What did I do wrong?â his eyes glossy.
You locked me away you wanted to say, but you kept your mouth shut.
âMy master has been kind and let us stay here together and this is your gratitude?â his voice slightly raised. His eyes scanned over your form and landed on your bloodied nightdress. âI have to get that offâ he muttered as he quickly rose. His movements frantic as he looked for a washcloth.
âMy gratitude?â your voice shaky, but loud. âYou have taken everything away from me!â you stood up. Your legs shaky.
Thomaâs eyes narrowed. âWatch your tongueâ his voice cold.
You swallowed. You understood now better than anyone why so many feared the âfixerâ.
His hold on the washcloth tight. His knuckles whiter than snow. âGo to your room and change. I will wash your nightdress laterâ he spoke through gritted teeth.
Your colour drained from your face as you hurried to your room. Your bedroom seemed more like a prison than anything else.
Tighnari
The forest watcher had always lectured you about various plants and their effects and benefits. At first you thought it was boring, but after awhile you learned to use it to your advantage. Taking herbs from Tighnariâs beloved collection was tricky, but not impossible. You had read through every single book he had on botany. Your plan was bulletproof.
Tighnari had gently sipped on the cup of tea you had brewed for him while he read through some reposts. He had then fallen limp over the kitchen table. You checked his pulse and breathes out in relief when you felt his pulse against your fingers. You wanted to escape from the obsessed fox, not kill him.
You rummage through his pocket for his key. The key was heavy in your hand and it was almost a surreal feeling when you twisted it in the lock. The air fresh and welcoming. With a last look at the unconscious man you began your journey.
The rainforest was tricky to navigate in, but luckily you had stolen both a map and a compass from Tighnari. Yet again you were glad you paid attention to his boring lectures. The sound of branches snapping made you stop in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck rose.
âPoisoning meâŠâ his voice echoed through the treetops. âYour audacity is truly somethingâ he sneered. âLook at me when Iâm talking to youâ his voice nearer.
You slowly turned around and were met with a angry hazel eyes. His long ears pinned back in anger. His arms folded over his chest.
âThe rainforest is dangerous. Letâs get backâ you could see he was holding back his fury. His jaw clenched. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. âI guess I have no choiceâŠâ he sighed as he stalked towards you.
Quicker thank you could register he had trapped you within his arms. âI will never let you go. Iâm just trying to protect youâ he whispered against your ear.
Something pricked your neck. Your eyes widened and darted to Tighnariâs. âIt had to be down. Consider it⊠pay backâ he supported your body as you lost consciousness.
Venti
The anemo archon was an eerie man. He was all smiles and friendly laughter among the crowd disguised as Venti the bard, but with you he was like a completely different person. Sure he was still easygoing, but his obsession and possession overshadowing anything else. He had told you many times with a playful smirk that he was undoubtedly the weakest archon. You never believed him. You had seen with your very own eyes what he was capable of doing to those he thought was undeserving of your attention, but you had yet to see his full potential. Though you must admit that you rather did not wish to witness that.
He kept you in the ruins of Stormterrorâs lair. He had made the ruin as liveable as possible and even quite cozy. He treated you like royalty and gave you everything except freedom. You thought it was rather stupid considering he was the god of freedom.
Escaping the ruin was almost completely impossible considering the wind shields that surrounded it and the dragon that acted as a guard. When you finally managed to escape and run over the grassy meadows you were so happy you cried.
Your tears clouded your vision causing you to become less aware of your surroundings.
Strong wind slammed against causing you to lose balance. There in front of you were Barbados. He was not in his usual clothing, but rather in a godly outfit. White big wings flapping behind him. His cerulean eyes glowing intensely in the night. He was completely silent, but you felt the anger oozing out from him.
You were completely frozen to the ground and you were unsure if it was his doing or your fear taking over. You wanted to explain yourself, but your voice failed you completely.
With a gust of wind you were swept up into his arms. His arms strong and squeezed you flushed against him. His wings flapped silently as he soared through the air. High up in the air you were able to see Mondstadt City and you quickly came to the realisation that you would probably never step a foot inside its gates again.
Wanderer/Scara
In front off you was a raging man. His eyes wide and filled with fury. His hands held anemo power which he sliced through the merchants that had guided you through the tick rainforest. Wandererâs hair was slicked back with blood. He delivered the last strike to the merchant before he landed. He slowly turned around to face you. His hands shaking with anger.
You opened your mouth, but quickly shut your mouth at his raised hand. âThose lowlife who think they can take you away from meâ he laughed manically. âHow dumb can you be?â Wanderer sneered through laughter. âBecause you would never leave me right? After all I have been through? Right?â his eyes crazed as he continued to spew nonsense. âWe are destined to be together. Itâs my right. How dare they to take that away from me?! I should revive them just so that I could kill them againâ his laughter sounded almost forced.
He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel tears against your neck as he wept. You were astonished by his vulnerability. It almost made you pity him. Just almost.
He quickly regained his composure and roughly wiped his tears on his sleeve. âLetâs go homeâŠâ his voice distant.
The journey back had been quite. When you finally arrived back he shoved you inside. His eyes wide and intense. âYou have no idea how much I wanna lock you up in a cage right nowâ he muttered. His porcelain white hand tightly gripping yours. âI will make sure so that you never leave me. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. So donât ever try and get away.â
Wriothesley
You had long planned your escape from The Fortress of Meropide. Unlike the other inmates you were completely innocent. You had been wrongfully imprisoned on the request of Wriothesley. You had gained the trust of some of you fellow inmates and they promised to help you escape. You had chose the pipe cleaning day as your day of escaping. All went smoothly and exactly as planned.
The only step left in your plan was descend into the waters that the pipes were connected too and swim out to freedom. After that you had to avoid the detectors, but you were confident in your diving abilities.
As you were saying your thanks to the kind inmates, the sound of heavy boots against metal echoed in the pipes. In the opening of the pipe were Wriothesley. His imposing figure sending shivers down you spine.
The metal decorations on his outfit clattering with each step. The handcuffs on his hip catching the light. His icy eyes held an unreadable emotion. âWell well⊠What might this ruckus be?â he tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips. His tone held a dangerous edge to it. Wriothesley eyes glued onto yours and completely ignoring the others.
A bottomless pit formed in your stomach and you almost threw up. You swallowed the taste of vomit. Your freedom was so close, yes so very far.
âAre you aware your sentences are going to be so much longer?â his lips curled up into a little smirk. âI thought you were smarter than thisâ with two steps he reached you. He hooked off his cuffs and cuffed your wrists. âIt seems you need a more secure cell⊠Luckily I know just the oneâ he leaned closer to your ear âI will make sure you always stick to my sideâ.
You had never regretted something more than your little escape attempt. The new so called cell was a bedroom connected to the Dukeâs living quarters. Your freedom had never been so distant as it was now.
Xiao
You ran as fast as you could. The landscape blurring together as you navigated through the forest. You had to escape him. Or at least try. Tue bamboo forest was dense and dark. Your human eyes struggled to see clearly. You could hear birds fleeing in the distance. He was close.
You had ran away when you learned that he had slaughtered the man who had so kindly gifted you sun pork buns. The adepti had let you run first, which surprised you. Even though you didnât understand why, you were grateful for your head start.
Suddenly a green black cloud appeared in front off you. You tried to turn in your heel to flow, but was stopped when a hand grabbed your collar. You were momentarily unable to breath. It was only when he loosened his grip that you were able to gasp for air.
âI donât understand you mortals. I only do what I have to protect you. I give you everything you need and moreâ he sounded confused and annoyed.
âWithout me you would not have managed to survive. At allâ he spun you around so you could face him. âDid me killing that man hurt you that much? I have killed many of you near acquaintances and you never batted an eyeâŠâ his voice trailed off as he was lost in thought. âCould it be that you never realised? Never mind. It doesnât matter nowâ he sighed.
At the thought of him killing your near friends without you knowing made you sob helplessly. He only started at you in confusion.
He clicked his tongue before he hauled you over his shoulder. âI need to ask Madame Ping for a tea pot it seemsâŠâ his voice a frustrated groan.
Zhongli
You had sought shelter at a kind older couple. You needed to regain your energy before you fled the city. The woman was kind and gladly cooked for you. She completely denied your help. You stayed at their house for two weeks before the older woman knocked at your bedroom door and told you a friend of her husband was coming to visit.
The atmosphere in the living room was as tense as it could get. In front of you were Zhongli. He was the friend the couple had spoken so warmly about. The brunette was sitting in the sofa besides the woman, one of his legs over the other. His hand elegantly holding a cup of tea. His reptile eyes staring you down intensely.
You felt like sinking into the floor. Your hands trembling as you took a sip of the tea. The bitter taste doing nothing to soothe your nerves.
âI donât know if you are aware, but I and miss [Name] know each otherâs very wellâ his smile sharp. To hear your husband speaking in such manner made your heart beat against your chest.
You knew it was unwise to go against Morax and his contracts, but you had no choice. He had tricked you into signing the contract that would imprison. Zhongli had terrified you before you knew of his identity as the Geo Archon, but when you found out about his identity you were absolutely petrified.
Zhongli hummed at a joke the man had told. His golden eyes never leaving yours. His lips twisted up into a grin which revealed his sharp fangs. With the golden light from the sunset outside he looked even more inhuman than ever before. You felt small and utterly helpless before him. You dreaded his punishment that you knew would income when he brought you back.
After an hour and an half had past Zhongli excused himself. âI must take my leave now. [Name] you should come withâ his order clear as day. He smiled to the couple and bowed in courtesy.
You swallowed and nodded. You thanked the couple for their hospitality and left with Zhongli.
When you were out of earshot he turned to you. âA broken contract is no laughing matter my dearâ his hand gripping yours. âI will make it clear to you when we get back who you belong toâ his voice deep and determined.
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Steve Harrington had known for a while that he was on thin ice. His parents let him change his hair and clothes and name after a harrowing night that ended with him in a hospital bed.
So he tried to behave. They couldnât complain as long as he played the perfect son. He did everything right. He excelled at sports, he didnât make a fuss, he even fell in love with a wonderful girl.
Though, things got a little rocky when his dealer left town and handed things over to the local freak show. When he went to pick up his bottles, Loudmouth Munson tried to get under his skin.
âYâknow I always had a feeling you were doping.â Munson said, leaning against the picnic table.
âWould you just hand it over?â Steve held out his hand for the containers Munson was keeping hostage.
âThis is a lot, Harrington, youâd think Hawkins would have actually won a championship by now with you on this stuff.â
Steve resisted the urge to rip it from his hands. Munson grinned an insufferable smile, like he enjoyed how much Steve was glaring at him.
âIâm not taking it because of basketball,â Steve said.
âSo why then?â
âI donât have to tell you shit.â
âDude,â Munson raised his hands in a placating gesture. âRelax, Iâm just messing with you. Call it fair play. Didnât think youâd be so sensitive about it.â
Steveâs hands were still itching to grab it. Munson seemed to notice how antsy he was, following his anxious gaze flickering between the package and Munsonâs face.
âDonât ya trust me, Harrington?â He said.
âNot even a little,â Steve replied. He felt a tendon jump in his jaw.
âCanât handle the thought of not having your steroids? Some people actually need these hormones to survive, rich boy.â Munsonâs tone switched from teasing to something more somber, or maybe bitter. It was hard for him to tell those things.
Under normal circumstances he would have never said what he ended up saying. Munson had a way of pushing his buttons.
âI need them.â Steve watched an ant crawl around a knot in the wood in front of him. âI wouldnât expect you to understand. Nobody in this town would understand.â
Steve looked up at a shocked Eddie Munson and held out a handful of bills. âGive me my drugs, take your money, and donât tell fucking anybody about this. You got it?â
Eddie didnât move for a long moment, carefully studying Steve and his outstretched hand. His rings flashed as he pushed the package over to Steveâs side of the table and grabbed the money in one swift movement.
ââCourse, Harrington. You get dealer-dealee confidentiality just like everybody else.â
Steve was glad the transaction was over. He grabbed his hormones and stood up to leave when Eddieâs voice stopped him in his tracks.
âYouâre not the only one.â
Eddie looked very serious, dark curls brushing the tops of his furrowed brows. It was a good look on him.
Steve felt his hopes rise. There were others like him in town. But, how could he be sure that Eddie was talking about what he thought he was talking about?
âMunson,â Steve said cautiously, âI donât think weâre on the same page.â
Eddie, still seated, crossed his arms. âI guess thereâs no way to know for sure unless one of us says it plainly, and Iâm sure as hell not going to. I donât want to end up on the news.â
âYou donât trust me?â Steve echoed, quirking up the side of his mouth.
It got a small smile from Munson. âYou donât even know who it is; dealer-dealee confidentiality goes both ways. I canât go around blabbing about what drugs everybodyâs on, Iâd alienate my customer base.â
âThen I guess weâre at a standstill.â
Eddie looked at him with a curious expression. âI guess so.â
Steve took a few steps away from the table, leaves crunching under feet, before turning around. He hesitated. Eddie looked at him with those dark brown eyes of his, which didnât help his resolve.
âEddie,â the manâs eyebrows raised at the use of his first name. Steve continued, âif you ever feel like blabbing, you know where to find me.â
Eddie stayed quiet for once, the sounds of the woods surrounding the two of them as they lingered.
âSame to you, Steve,â He finally replied.
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Surprise Marriage
Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> When you and Logan receive some...surprising news, it leads to a lot of unanswered questions.
Disclaimer: One or two swear words here and there. Mostly fluff, chaos, little angst, yearning, kissing and a happy ending. Not Proof Read.
The morning, so far, had been slow for Logan.Â
Which, thankfully, due to the last couple of years, wasnât out of the ordinary. Sure, a kid or two might forget to have done their homework or the coffee filter hadnât been changed. But other than the small, common, everyday mishaps, everything had been pretty normal.Â
But somehow, when Logan woke up, something felt off.Â
Maybe it was the quiet hallways, maybe it was the fact he hadnât seen any other professors in the break room or around the school, or maybe it was the fact that when he walked into the Professor's office, everyone looked at him withâŠworry.Â
âWhat is it? Whatâs going on?â
âLogan, I think itâs best if you sit down.â
Logan looked around everybody and they all looked worried, too. Not âsomeoneâs deadâ worried, but worried enough to make him feel uneasy.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âHave you seen Y/n today?â
Logan shook his head. âShe had a late night. Sheâs probably still sleeping.â
Professor X looked at Storm. âGo and get her for me, please.â
Storm nodded and made her way out of the door and towards your bedroom. Meanwhile, Logan was still confused.Â
âCharles, whatâs going on?â
The man took a small sigh and looked at the papers on his desk before looking back up to Logan.Â
âCome on, clearly everyone else knows. What is it?â
The Professor went back and forth with himself for a minute before finally looking back up. âI suppose I should tell you. Youâre married, Logan.â
Logan laughed. âExcuse me?â
âI received these papers this morning from a law firm in Oklahoma. It seems it took them a while to find an address for you both.â
âBoth? What?â
âHere, take a look for yourself.â The Professor pushed the papers to the edge of his desk where Logan took them with caution and a lot of confusion.Â
âWhat the hell? When were these even..drawn up? Better yet, whoâs my wife?â
âWell, that would be the other question except-â
Just as the Professor was about to finish his sentence, the door to his office opened and Storm walked in with you not far behind. Everyone looked at youâŠworriedly. Like they knew something you didnât.Â
Logan looked annoyed as he flipped through a couple sheets of paper but when he saw you, he held the same expression but only for a minute then it turned intoâŠinto something else. Something you couldnât quite put your finger on.Â
Then you remembered.Â
It had been laundry day.Â
And you wore one of his shirts to bed.Â
Standing in his t-shirt and some plaid pyjama shorts that you found in the back of your wardrobe, your hair down and slightly messy from having only just woken up, you looked around everyone.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âWell, Y/n-â
âTake a look at this.â Logan handed you the pile of paper he had been reading, and with a slightly tired and confused look, you read through it.Â
What was it meant to be? A news article? A government contract? A kidâs essay whoâs handwriting they couldnât readâŠagain?
But no.Â
It was anything but.Â
Well, maybe a government contractâŠof sorts.Â
âThis is a marriage licence.â You spoke aloud. âLogan, why am I looking at a marriage licence at eight in the morning? Oh my god, are Jean and Scott finally getting hitched. About time.â
âNo,â Logan said. âItâs ours.â
âWhat?â
âItâs ours. Weâre married.â
You stopped reading. Even if you had pretended to do so, all the words on the page suddenly became blocks of ink that you couldnât make out.Â
âWhat?â
Then the Professor started to explain. âWe were hoping one of you could explain this to us, though if neither of you wish to, thatâs completely fine. What happens between a husband and wife is none of our-â
âWhen did this even happen?â You asked Logan.Â
âI donât know.â
âA law firm in Oklahoma sent it over. Apparently itâs taken them a while to find your address.â
You thought for a moment. Yourself and Logan hadnât been in Oklahoma for nearly ten months. And you certainly didnât get married. At least, not from memory.Â
âI need to sit down.â
Logan pushed out the chair beside him with his foot and you fell into the softer leather. You had just woken up and all of a sudden you felt like you wanted to sleep for at least a month.Â
âWeâre married? Are you sure itâs ours? Maybe they got the addresses mixed up andâŠI donât know. Got it wrong?â
Logan leaned back and pressed his hand to the side of his face. âFlipped to the back page.â
And so you did.Â
There was your name. And Loganâs. Signed and dated.Â
You were married to Logan.Â
Logan had become your husband as of ten months ago.Â
You had become Loganâs wife.Â
âI think Iâm gonna puke.â
âYouâre not pregnant, are you?â Scott said. Jean hit him on the arm. âWhat?â
âHard to not be a little offended at that.â Logan said, half under his breath, half to you.Â
âDo either of you know when this happened?â
You shook your head, still trying to read the pieces of paper in front of you. When could this have-
âThe library.â
âWhat?âÂ
Logan sat up. âWe signed for a package. What kind of delivery company has us sign a marriage contract instead?â
âI donât know but it had to be there. Thatâs the only time we everâŠwrote our names, signed a piece of paper. It could have been this.â
âWe would have noticed if it said âMARRIAGE LICENCEâ at the top of the page.â
Then the bell rang.Â
âWeâŠshould pick this up later. For now, let's just try and go about today as normal.â
You could only nod in agreement. And as everyone left, the Professor turned to both you and Logan who were sitting facing each other in your chairs.Â
âIâll give you both some time.â
Logan nodded a small thank you and waited until the door closed behind Xavier before he spoke.Â
You were silent. Still processing. Your heart was like rapid fire against your chest and your vision was slowly losing focus on the paper in front of you.Â
Logan pulled the paper from your hands and placed it on the desk before shuffling closer and holding onto both of your hands.Â
âHey, hey, look at me.â One of Loganâs hands came to rest by the side of your face. âJust breathe. I can hear your heartbeat from here. JustâŠtake a deep breath.â
âWeâre married, Logan.â Your voice was quieter than usual.Â
âI know.â
âWeâre married.â
Logan nodded. âI know.â
âWhat are we going to do?â
âThat one I donât know. What do you want to do?â
You shrugged. âWhat are we meant to do? By all technicalityâŠweâre married. Husband and Wife. According to this piece of paper, Iâve been a fraud to the government by not going by Howlett.â
âSo weâŠwe get a divorce?â
âHow? Donât there have to beâŠgrounds for getting divorced?â
âSo, we tell them it was a mistake.â Logan offered. âIâm sure weâll be divorced as quick as we found out we were- are married.â
You could only nod.Â
Logan rubbed a thumb over each of your knuckles. âHey, weâll be okay. Itâll all be fine. Hey, talk to me. Whatâs going on?â
âI woke up and found out Iâm a wife with a husband. Thatâs whatâs going on. Jesus, are the lights always this bright in here?â
You covered your closed eyes with one hand, trying your best to stop the pounding in your head.Â
âHow can you be so calm about this?â
Logan shrugged. âFigure youâre freaking out enough for the both of us.â
That made you laugh a little.Â
âCome on, we need to get to class. And you need to get dressed. Unless you want to teach in your pyjamas.â
You looked down at yourself. âOh, yeah. Sorry about using your t-shirt. Laundry day.â
Logan smiled. âItâs okay. Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.â
Hours later, you found yourself in a pair of jeans you fished from the bottom of your semi-fresh clothes pile and decided to keep Loganâs t-shirt on. A, because itâs one of the most comfortable things youâve worn, and B, it was the only clean top you had.Â
And after spending all day teaching classes, you found yourself going through each of your dirty items and throwing them into the washing machine, being careful to make sure there were no sneaky bright or dark colours that made their way into a wash they shouldnât have been in.Â
âHey.â
You turned to find Storm waiting by the door before walking inside.Â
âHey.â
âHow are you feeling?â
âAfter teaching a bunch of teenagers all day? Exhausted.â You said with a small laugh. And Storm chuckled for a moment before walking around you and leaning on the wall so she was facing you as you unloaded your dirty laundry into the machine.Â
âI know that feeling but that wasnât why I was asking.â
You nodded. You knew that. âI donât know. Itâs justâŠnew information.â
âHave you seen Logan today?â
You shook your head. âNot since this morning. Though he did leave a coffee on my desk when I got back to my classroom after lunch.â
Storm smiled. Between herself and the others (including the kids - though they were yet to find out) Storm thought the best thing to happen was for yourself and Logan to get married. Okay, maybe not in the way it happened. But it was a positive thing.Â
They had been watching you and Logan for years, becoming friends, becoming teammates, trusting each other, finding your ownâŠways together. Like with the coffee. Logan only did that with you. Or how, despite only knowing him a week, seemed to know more about him than anyone else did.Â
You were both so close with each other than some of the kids in the school had questioned your relationship status with each other.Â
âHave you talked about what youâre going to do?â
âWhat can we do? The most reasonable, and sensible, thing to do is get a divorce.â
Storm crossed her arms. âHave you talked about maybeâŠstaying together?â
âWhat?â
Storm shrugged. âItâs an idea. Maybe this is a sign telling you both that thereâs something more than just friendship. I mean, going off what youâre currently wearingâŠthat is his, isnât it?â
You looked down.Â
âItâs laundry day. He let me wear it.â
âAnd are you going to give it back, or did he tell you to keep it?â
You were silent and Storm watched as small patches of blush warmed your cheeks. She had her answer.Â
âLook, all Iâm saying is, maybe this is a sign. Maybe this is your chance to see if there is something more between you and Logan.â
âIf there was, something would have happened by now.â
Oh, how Storm wished that was true.Â
But sometimes it was agony watching you both together. Like how at Christmas, you fell asleep against him by the fire and Logan smiled. It wasnât a big grin, but he smiled. Or how you were the only one Logan would let near him when he had been impaled in his shoulder by a six foot rod. Or how you looked at him. And how he looked at you right back.Â
There was more than just friendship. A lot more.Â
âJust think about it.â
And with that she left. And you were left wondering.Â
What the hell was there to think about? You and Logan were friends, sure, butâŠmore? Sure, when you first met him, it felt instant. Instant likeness, instant trust. And that never came easy for you. Or Logan for that matter. And, yeah, maybe once or twice you had thought something could have happened.Â
Like the night in the motel room, funnily enough, in Oklahoma.Â
It had been one bed and you had both woken up and turned to face each other. You had both been talking for a good twenty minutes when the conversation lulled and you were both there. You felt something. You couldnât put your finger on it but you felt something. But everything was cut short when the owner of the Motel came to knock on the door so he could fix the leaky tap in the bathroom.Â
Or like the night when you all went camping with the kids.Â
Somehow, you had found yourself sharing a tent with Logan even though it had been planned for you and Storm to bunk.Â
You teased Logan on how happy he was to be bunked with you and not Scott. And for a split second, you could have sworn you saw him blush. Though it was probably out of embarrassment of your teasing.Â
But that couldnât have been something. It couldnât have meant anything, could it?
âCouldnât sleep?â
Logan turned and found the last person he expected to be standing by the door.Â
âScott?â
âFigured youâd still be awake and lo and behold, I was right.â
Logan watched as he walked inside and sat across from him. âHave you come to say something, or just be a dick the whole time?â
Scott chuckled, âMaybe a bit of both.â
Logan raised his eyebrows and took another drink.Â
âHave you talked to her?â Logan knew exactly who he was talking about. But he shook his head.Â
âNot since this morning.â
âHave you talked about what youâre going to do?â
âWhat do you want, pal?â
Well, he wasnât being Logan if he didnât want to skip the pleasantries.Â
âI think you and Y/n should give this thing a chance.â
âExcuse me?â
Scott smirked a little. âCome on, you canât tell me youâve not thought about it with her. How close you two are, how you both seem to know what the other does before they even do it. And call it what you want, I think this is the perfect excuse.â
âPerfect excuse?â
âTo see if something can actually happen between you two.â
âAnd why should it?â
âBecause youâre in love with her.â
For some reason, that felt like a punch to the gut to Logan.Â
âLook, bub, I know-â
âLogan, the way you look at her isnât the way a friend looks at another friend. Iâve seen the way you look at her. We all have. From day one, that girl has been something else for you, and even if you donât know it, the rest of us do. Youâre in love with her. You always have been.â
âNo, Iâm-â
âYou canât deny it, Logan.â Scott told him. âEventually something is going to snap and it might be too late. So, youâve done the whole relationship a little backwards. So what? Youâd only get divorced anyway if it doesnât work out. But you need to do something about your feelings, Logan.â
Logan had to laugh. âI think Iâd know if I was in love with someone.â
Scott sighed. Did he seriously have to paint Logan a fucking picture.Â
âYou make her coffee every day. You bring her lunch and sit with her every day. She is the first person you go to when you finally want to ask someone for help. And I know for a fact she is the first person you tell anything to. She knows more about you than anyone else in this building does, and that is down to you and everything you have shared with her. Anytime anyone looks in her direction, you arenât too far behind her.â
âI saw you, that day, when the Mayor and his brother turned up at the school.â Scott continued. âThe way his brother was looking her up and downâŠLogan you were by her side in less than ten seconds and we all saw the look you gave him. That man left the Professorâs office trembling. He also never looked in y/nâs direction again.â
âWhatâs your point?â
âThat you were jealous, Logan. And that, for as much as you can and probably will try and deny it. You love her.â
The conversation lulled for a moment.Â
âAll Iâm saying is at least think about it. Weâve all seen you together. Maybe itâs time you finally noticed yourself.â
Logan didnât see you until the next day when he caught you folding laundry in your room.Â
âWant some help?â
You turned around and saw him. âSure. You can start with that pile.â
Logan entered your room, a little more awkward than usual, and started folding clothes.Â
âHow are youâŠhow are you feeling?â
You shrugged. âLike normal, I guess. What about you?â
âYeah, fine.â
IT was a slight struggle after that but conversation flowed a little easier eventually.Â
That was something Logan always loved when it came to being around you. He wasnât the biggest one for talking to people but with you, it was easy. Probably helped by the fact you could somehow change topics at lightning speed.Â
Conversations with you were never, ever boring.Â
Even when they were probably meant to be.Â
And it wasnât long before your fear surrounding being marriedâŠfaded.Â
Around a week later, a leak had sprung on one side of the school which meant having to bunk rooms for a while. Of course, all the kids went with their friends.Â
But it also meant you had to bunk with someone too.Â
âYou can bunk with me.â Logan told you.Â
You nodded. âFinally sharing a room. Wow, weâre really moving generations in this relationship.â
âAfter you, wife.â
This became a common theme, until the weight of the words settled down on both of you once more.Â
A divorce lawyer had picked up your case.Â
It would take a couple of weeks to get all the papers sorted, but yourself and Logan would be divorced by the middle of the following month.Â
Like nothing had ever happened.Â
Except, it just so happened, that was when something did happen.Â
Scott and Stormsâs words had been playing on Loganâs mind and yours. Not helped by the fact it wasnât the last time someone held that kind of conversation with either of you.Â
You found yourself in a similar conversation with Scott, whilst Logan had a similar conversation with Jean.Â
And then the Professor approached you both, without the other one knowing.Â
Except he hadnât been to sit down and talk to you about it. He just made small comments in passing that left you both questioning more and more about your true feelings.Â
And then Logan found you in the library one night.Â
âHere you are. You didnât come to bed soâŠwhat are you doing?â
Standing close to the top of the book ladder, you were scanning through different books with a flashlight.
âThe main light is too big and the fireâs light doesnât reach this far back.â
Logan blinked. âThatâŠstill didnât answer my question.â
âIâve got a new semester of lessons set out. I wanted to get a head start on finding the books needed.â
Logan looked around. âYou got a list?â
You looked at him. âLogan, itâs past midnight. Go to bed.â
âThatâs not what I asked. Whereâs your list? I know youâve got one.â
Sighing, you reached into your back pocket and held it out. He walked over and plucked it from your fingers.Â
âThereâs twenty six books on this list.â
âAnd I currently have three. If you still want to help, any that you find, just place them on the table behind the sofa.â
And so he did.Â
By two in the morning, youâd both found twenty three books in total. Just three more left.Â
âIs this the right edition?â
âLet me see.â
Logan walked over to where you were still standing on the ladder and handed it up to you. You flipped through a couple of the first pages as you slowly climbed backwards down the stairs.Â
âYeah, this is the right one. The last two should be on a lower shelf.â
As you finally reached the last few steps, you felt your foot slip and your knees crashed against the bars. Except, instead of falling backwards, or rolling with the ladder itself, Loganâs hands steadied you.Â
âYou alright?â
You took a second to breathe. Having your life flash before your eyes for a couple of seconds really knocks the wind out of you.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you laughed a little. âIâm fine.â
You turned in Loganâs arms and was met with his broad and solid chest as his hands held you at your waist.Â
âGood,â Logan laughed a little, too.Â
The sound of your life had always been like music to his ears.Â
A comfort, even when the moment hadnât been all that comfortable beforehand.Â
And for that moment, time seemed to still. Any silence that had been in the room was slowly becoming defending, until your hearing focused on his breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest and the quickening of your own heartbeat.Â
The flashlight that you had held in your hands had rolled somewhere onto the floor when you slipped on the ladder.Â
But you had never seen Logan soâŠclearly.Â
You had known him for so long and had even spent nights and mornings in the same bed together. But for the first time, you were committing him to memory. Part of you felt like these moments would go, once the papers came through. That even if neither of you wanted it, something would inherently change between you both once the papers were signed and delivered.Â
But something in that moment was changing too.Â
Like how you were realising you never wanted to be away from him. That the best place on this earth was right where you were. In his arms, his eyes on you, and yours on him.Â
You found yourself leaning in forward, almost as if, if you didnât get closer to him, he might disappear.Â
And he was doing the same.Â
One of his hands came up to your face as he rubbed a couple of strands of your hair between his fingers before he slowly pushed it back and let his gaze wash over you.Â
He was committing you to memory, too.Â
His eyes locked on yours once more, just as his other hand trailed down your waist and to your hip.Â
You fell closer to him.Â
Or maybe he pulled you closer.Â
Either way, you never wanted to be without his touch.Â
What felt like an eternity later, you finally felt his lips against yours and yours against his.Â
It started off slow. This was new territory for you both when it came to the other. It was slow, full of mixed feelings andâŠsomething else.Â
Then it snapped.Â
Logan pushed a little harder and you felt your legs hit the back of the book ladder just as his hand and arm snaked around and up your back, holding you flush against him as your own arms pulled him closer to you.Â
Logan braced the hand that had been by your face, by the side of your head, holding onto the book ladder, keeping you both steady.Â
And he felt your breath hitch as he stepped into you.Â
Before you knew it, you were braced against one of the bars on the ladder as Loganâs lips went from yours, across your jaw and down the column of your neck. A small grunt escaped him as your own fingers scratched through the back of his hair and down the back of his neck.Â
However, just as his lips returned to yours and his hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirtâ his t-shirt, as your own started reaching for the hem of hisâŠa clock went off.Â
âW-w-w-w-w-wait. Wait. Stop.â
âIs everything okay?â
You swallowed. âYesâŠno. I donât know. We shouldnât be doing this.â
Logan wanted to ask âWhy? Why shouldn't we?â. But instead, lowered his head. He knew why.Â
âYouâre rightâŠyouâre right.â
Your own temple came to rest against his for a few moments, neither of you wishing to leave the moment just yet.Â
âWe should goâŠbefore someone comes in.â
âItâs two in the morning, who is going to come in?â
âI donât want to leave.â
âThen donât.â
You stayed quiet for a long time, feeling Loganâs fingers draw circles over your skin. Eventually, the only sound you heard was his heartbeat and his breath, slowly matching your own.Â
But no matter how much of you told you to stay, you tried your best to fight it.Â
You and Logan were friends. Friends who were about to get a divorce from a marriage neither of you could remember fully consenting to.Â
âGoodnight, Logan.â
Reluctantly, you stepped out of his arms, his light grip on your hand not letting go until you were both too far apart to hold on any longer, and made your way through the school until you came across an empty room.Â
It was the smaller quiet space that overlooked the back of the school. Perfect for the nights when too much noise was keeping you up at night.Â
Except, it wasnât noise keeping you awake.Â
It was your own mind, relieving the one thing you thought you would never do with Logan. The one thing you wanted most to keep going. The one thing you would never forget.Â
When Logan woke the next day, part of him thought it was all a dream. But even he couldnât have dreamed up anything from the night before and have it still feel so real in the morning.Â
Then he didnât see you for three days.Â
Save for one moment when he brought a box of your things from his room, to yours. You opened the door, wearing another one of his t-shirts. One that went missing months ago. One that he had seen on your at least a dozen times since. One that he felt he was truly seeing for the first time, on you.Â
The exchange, coming from the both of you together, couldnât have felt anything more than awkward.Â
And then another moment hit.Â
You didnât close the door.Â
He didnât know what to say.Â
All he knew was that he wished he was back with you, in the library.Â
And you were wishing the same thing right back.Â
âI should-â
âYou should-â
A small, awkward laugh came from both of you before eventually you shut the door, wishing you had enough confidence to open it back up and call after him.Â
Two days later, Logan hadnât seen you at all.Â
And a morning meeting, with Storm going to get you from your bed, led to Logan realising why he hadnât seen you.Â
âSheâs not there?â
Logan turned immediately. âWhat?â
âWhere is she?â
âI donât know. Sheâs not in her room or any other place she usually is this early in the morning.â
âDoesnât she have classes to teach?â Scott asked.Â
âShe doesnât teach Wednesday and Thursday.â Logan told him.Â
And it wasnât long before Logan heard his name being called behind him by Xavier as he marched his way out of the office and to every room he could think you would be.Â
You were nowhere to be found. It was almost like you hadnât been there for weeks. The books you had taken out â the ones Logan had helped you find â were piled neatly in your bedroom. On your desk, you had a small wicker basket filled with letters and postcards, all arranged in date order, the newest ones being at the front.Â
The pictures you had on your windowsill displayed all the people you loved the most. And included a picture from when you had ambushed him on his birthday. He rarely, if ever, took a photo.Â
But he smiled, albeit a little awkwardly, with you.Â
âWhere could she have gone?â
Logan looked around your room. You wouldnât have just gotten up and left for good. You loved teaching your kids too much, despite whatever else had happened.Â
Then Logan saw the framed pictures on the wall, just across from your bed.Â
âIâll check with Cyerbro. She couldnât have gone far.â
âShe could be half way across the world by now!â
Logan shook his head. âBut sheâs not.â
A lot of them were confused, but Xavier watched Logan for a moment.Â
âDo you know where she is?â
âI have an idea.â
With that, Logan reached for the wall and pulled down one of the smaller frames and carried it out with him.
âHold on, Iâm coming with you.â Storm called out to him.Â
âYou donât even know where Iâm going.â
âLogan, you look like youâre just about ready to punch a bull. I know, right now, even if you are the last person she wants to see, you are the first person she needs. But that also means I know what youâre going to do and, love you or not, Y/n wouldnât want you to hurt someone or even yourself to find her.â
And Storm was right.Â
And she was right to tag along.Â
Because just five hours later, Logan had pulled up outside a local pharmacy. They had received a call on the way; they were heading in the right direction, but they needed to go into the town first. Any chance of finding where she was in the mountains lay where she had been all day.Â
And it wasnât long before Storm had to step in to stop Logan from almost killing the cashier.Â
He had been dancing around the question, leading them all on different tangents of conversation about the town and the people in it before finally he got to his answer.
The cashier nodded. âI donât know where she lives, but Connie might. She knows everything in the town.â
âWhere is Connie?â
The cashier pointed out of the door. âIn the bakery, across the street.â
âThank you,â Logan told him, swiping the picture back up from the counter and walking outside. Storm stopped short behind Logan when she saw he wasnât moving off the sidewalk.Â
Then she saw.Â
You had just left the building and climbed inside your beaten up, old Jeep Wrangler. You pulled out of your parking spot and drove off down the street.Â
And Logan followed.Â
However, halfway up the road, he started to recognise the place. Heâd been here before, except he was going up the way he would come down and out of the cabin.Â
So, he took a turn.Â
He was at your cabin ten minutes before you were. Storm had stayed behind in the town to call the others and let them know what was going on.Â
âYou fixed her up well.â
You jumped at his voice and threw a can of pumpkin puree at his head. Though he managed to catch it before his head made a dent in the can.Â
âJesus, Logan.â Then you realised. âHow did you find me?â
âYou forget that I know you. The pictures on your wall. Theyâre a lot more recent.â
You didnât know what else to say so you turned back to your front door and pushed it open, Logan hurrying after you.Â
âWhy did you leave?â He called out, placing the can on the side.Â
âI didnât leave.â You called back as you unpacked some of your groceries.Â
âYou disappeared into thin air but you werenât abducted. Iâd call that leaving.â
âI needed a break, Logan. I neededâŠtime.â
âTime from what?â
âFrom everything. From you, from marriage, from the school, from the library. Itâs like I woke up one morning and, quite literally, everything had changed. One day we were- we were teachers and friendsâŠwe were us, Logan. And thenâŠwe kissed andâŠI donât know what weâre meant to do, Logan.â You dropped your head as you pressed your palms onto the kitchen counter.
âMaybe weâre meant to do nothing.â Logan walked towards you. âMaybe we keep things as they are.â
âWhat? Single and married?â
Logan shook his head, bringing his hand to pull yours to look at him.Â
âMarried and together.â
Your lips parted for a moment, your eyes scanning his face, waiting for the joke to have its punchline.Â
âSo, we did everything a little backwards?â Logan shrugged. âSo what.â
âLoganâŠâ
âI love you, y/n.â Logan told you, nothing but seriousness and truth in his eyes. âAnd I think you love me, too. But youâre scared. And so am I. Do you love me, y/n?â
You were trying your hardest to keep your emotions inside you, but something was failing. âOf course I do.â
âThen we start here, just you and me.â
âIf something goes wrong, I canât lose you. You mean too much to me, Logan.â
Logan smirked. âGood job I can regenerate.â
You scoffed and hit him in the shoulder. âYou know what I mean.â
Logan nodded, a faint smile on his face. âI know. Youâre not going to lose me, Y/n. You couldnât ever.â
âPromise me.â
Logan nodded. âI promise. Can I kiss you now?â
Logan didnât have time to finish his question before your lips met his in a searing kiss, your hands pulling him closer to you whilst his own arms wrapped around you.Â
Maybe you had done the whole relationship thing backwards, but that didnât matter. Not anymore.
Not when you finally had each other for life.Â
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lando norris x fem reader
summary: You always had a hard time falling asleep, but it seems like all you need is Lando to give you a little help. (1k words)
warnings: language, fluff
a/n: this is just a little something i wrote when, of course, i couldn't fall asleep. i hope you like it! also, i don't know why these are so short; i'm really trying to write longer fics. anyway, please send some requests!
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You were not sure how long it had been, but it felt like you had been tossing and turning for hours. You opened your eyes for a moment to make sure it was still dark outside, letting out a sigh of relief when you confirmed it was.
You forced your eyes closed again, getting closer to your boyfriend, hoping his warmth would relax you enough to make you fall asleep. But, of course, that wasnât the case.
It was like this sometimesâactually more often than not. You never had the best relationship with sleep, your mind forcing you to stay wide awake until the sun was peeking through your window.
You opened your eyes again, finding the clock that rested on your nightstand. 2:40 AM. âFuck,â you thought to yourself. Slowly, you started to kick the covers and get off the bed. You tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing you couldnât wake up your boyfriend. You knew how exhausting it was to travel as much as he did, as well as how much his job wore him down; he needed to sleep.
You looked back at your bed before carefully opening the door, admiring how peaceful and pretty Lando looked as he slept, his breathing slow and calm. Then, you finally exited the room and closed the door behind you.
A cup of tea always made you feel better, even if it didn't necessarily help you sleep. You hoped it would happen tonight, though.
As you gathered everything you needed for it, your mind started to wander. A lot of things flooded your mind, but mainly what you needed to do before leaving for the next race, mentally making a list of what you had to pack.
You were so distracted that you didn't notice the milk carton falling off the counter until you heard the loud noise it made when it hit the ground. Although the noise wasn't particularly loud, the silence in your shared apartment was so intense that even the sound of a hairpin falling could be deafening. You quickly bent down to pick it up, stopping it from spilling completely.
Before finding something to clean up with, you stayed still for a moment, looking back at the hallway and mentally praying you didn't wake Lando up. When you didnât hear anything, you proceeded to clean up the mess, relieved that you didnât disturb his sleep.
You continued preparing your tea, and when you were finally done, you took a sip to make sure it was good enough. It wasnât, but you didnât feel like starting from scratch, so you just made your way to the couch.Â
A few minutes went by, and you were just scrolling on TikTok, your hand still holding the hot cup of tea as you occasionally took little sips. That was something you were used to doing this late at night, killing time until your body was tired enough to go back to bed. You looked at the time again, sighing loudly at the fact that you werenât as tired as you hoped you would be.
âHey,â you heard behind you, pulling your attention away from your phone. You put the mug down and turned around, spotting a sleepy Lando walking towards you, his eyes tired as he yawned.
"Hi, baby,â you whispered, as if speaking any louder would scare away the sleep he still had. âIâm sorry, did I wake you?â âNo, you didnât. I just⊠I tried to reach for you, but you werenât there.â
âOh⊠Iâm sorry, love.â
âItâs okay,â he smiled softly at you, sitting next to you and making you scoot over. He was aware of your sleeping issues, so he knew what this was about. âCanât sleep?â You shook your head as you remembered the endless tossing and turning before getting up. âNo, itâs one of those nights again.â
âEverything okay?â He asked, concern evident in his voice.
âYeah, I just canât seem to fall asleep... I donât know; I guess I was hoping the tea would help,â you answered, signalling the mug now resting on the coffee table.
âCan I?â He asked as he reached for it, but you quickly shook your head.
âItâs not very good.â Giggling a little, he took it anyway and took a small sip. He didnât want to make you feel bad about your tea skills, but his face gave it away. âTold you.â
He laughed again, making you smile âIâve had worse.â
âI really doubt it.âÂ
âOh, believe me, youâve gotten better.âÂ
You paid attention to how he leaned back on the couch, his hands pulling you to his lap and embracing you. You relaxed into his arms, feeling at ease for the first time that night.
âYou need to sleep.â
âI know, but so do you.â He just hummed in response as he caressed your back. âIâm serious, Lando; you need to rest as much as you can before going to Silverstone. Iâll be okay.â
âI care more about you getting enough rest.â His words warmed your heart, but you really needed him to go back to sleep.
âWhy donât you go back to bed, and Iâll join you as soon as Iâm done here?â
âIâm comfortable here.â
âLando-â You started, but he interrupted you.
âLetâs just stay here for a bit, yeah?â You knew there was no point in arguing with him, so you just nodded and hugged him back. Your head was on his chest, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat; your mind focused on it as if it were your favourite sound in the world.
You didnât notice at first, but the way your breathing was syncing with his made you fall into a much calmer state. So much so that you started to fall asleep in his arms. He, however, was well aware of this. His hands kept soothing the skin under your sleeping shirt until he felt you completely drift off into a peaceful sleep, finally.
He waited just a few more minutes until he was sure he wouldn't wake you up. Slowly, he started getting up, trying to be as careful as he could as he carried you to your room.
Once he got there, he laid you down in bed, happy that his plan had worked. He laid next to you and pulled you into him again, kissing your temple softly with a smile. âGood night, baby,â he whispered, falling asleep almost immediately.
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"I THINK YOU DESERVE A PROMOTION"
ASSISTANT HEADCANONS W/ GENSHIN MEN
synopsis: becoming an assistant for your hot boss is a dream come true, no? it sounds even better when you both are up to things that might land you a promotion.
â„- including : cyno, neuvillette, baizhu, wriothesley
â„- note : aaaa! my first post! iâm super nervous but i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated!!
content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!assistant!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, office sex (cyno , wriothesley), creampie (all), car sex (neuvillette), mentions of food (neuvillette), mentions of medications (baizhu), brief spanking (baizhu), use of pet names (good girl , baby , darling, pretty girl), brief dacryphillia (wriothesley), belly bulge (wriothesley), public sex (baizhu).
⥠CYNO
you were just supposed to be revising some documents for your boss, cyno. after all, he had a meeting had to attend not even thirty minutes from the current time. you thought it would be simple enough, right? this wasnât the first time he had asked you to do such a thing for him, but what was going on was something that wasnât exactly professional.
cyno had you bent over his creaking desk. his hand was lying against your hip while he rutted himself into your squelching cunt that was squeezing him so perfectly he thought he would cum the moment he pushed into you. you were just too hard to resist with your cute black mini skirt that showed a little too much of your thighs. you were just too pretty. how could he possibly stop himself from completely ravaging your cunt?
âah..! cyno, please..!â your cries echoed across the room, making him shove his fingers into your mouth to make you quiet down. the last thing he wanted was for someone to hear him fucking the absolute shit out of his assistant.Â
he leaned towards your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. âbetter keep quiet.. or else iâll stop right now and leave you wondering what might have happened..â he whispered, which earned goosebumps to litter your delicate skin.
cynoâs pace began to suddenly quicken. he could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm. his cock twitched inside of you and that delicious high he had been chasing finally came over him. his cum seeped into your womb, filling you completely. you took it so nicely. it took everything in him to not want to go for round two.Â
he pulled out, adjusting his pants and leaving a small kiss on your cheek. âget dressed.. we still have a meeting.â he said, heading towards the door.
⥠NEUVILLETTE
being tasked with picking up lunch for the office sounded like a simple enough task. neuvillette had even offered to go with you so you didnât have to carry all of the food items by yourself, so you happily agreed since he was your boss. he also drove so you didnât have to use your own vehicle to transfer everything over.
it was fine, up until you both arrived into the parking lot of your office building.
your thighs were on either side of neuvilletteâs lap. his thick cock was bullying your walls, reaching the most sensitive spots inside of your pussy. you hadnât expected such a scene to unfold, but there was just way too much tension circling between you both to just leave the car without anything happening.Â
ân-neuvillette! âso good.. fuck!â you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt his thumb toying with your puffy clit.Â
neuvilletteâs thrusts were erratic. he craved you for so fucking long that he wasnât about to let the opportunity to fuck your brains out slip through his grasp. after all, you were his gorgeous assistant that he just couldnât help but sneak glances at. âkeep going, just like that, darling. fuck.. you take me so well..â he cooed, grunting a bit as your cunt squeezed his cock with such delight.
his arms went to snake around your waist. his pace became brutally quick as his high slowly crept upon him. all he wanted was you in that very moment.Â
he practically growled when his orgasm washed over him. his body trembled and he squeezed your ass hard enough to possibly leave a mark on your pretty skin. you were a complete mess and you werenât sure how you were supposed to walk into the office afterwards.
⥠BAIZHU
becoming an assistant for a well known pharmacist was like a dream come true. he was a great boss, and you honestly hoped to become like him someday when you finally became a pharmacist for your own company. baizhu was truly great at his work.
he sent you on the way to fetch a prescription that was specifically just for him. this wasnât an unusual occurrence since baizhu had some underlying illnesses that needed certain medications to treat, but you werenât anticipating that something like this would be occurring instead of him taking his meds.
baizhu had you pressed against the wall. his cock was buried inside of your dripping pussy. you were both trying your best to remain quiet as your other coworkers were around making prescriptions for the other customers. you couldnât deny that you and baizhu had thrown a few flirty comments towards one another. you just remained professionally due to the fact that he was in fact your higher up.
the tension eventually snapped, and you two pounced on one another. he pushed you into the closet and made your body burn with passion. âbaizhu..! o-oh, god..â you whined, arching your back against his body. he was just too damn good.
he chuckled, dragging his fingertips along your flesh. he was honestly playing such a dangerous game right now. it was almost as if he was itching to make you cry out his name. âheh.. youâre such a pretty girl.. i never thought you would feel this great..â he smacked your ass harshly, making you wince from the contact of his palm.
his grunts began to increase in volume and his grip on your body had become much tighter. the way his balls slapped against your clit sent waves of pleasure over your body. you gasped as that white hot knot inside of you finally snapped, allowing your orgasm to fully pass over you. it was also at that moment baizhu finally came, letting his cum fill your walls.Â
the two of you both were completely messy and there was this lingering odor of sex that was wafting around the room. baizhu only laughed at your fucked out state. âyou did great.. maybe iâll promote you full time, hm?âÂ
⥠WRIOTHESLEY
you were asked by your boss wriothesley to stay after hours to work on some other paperwork that needed to be done before the next week. it wasnât out of the ordinary for him to ask you for such a request. plus, you were being paid overtime for doing it, so why the hell not?Â
however, your extra work wasnât exactly what you thought it was going to be.
you were lying flat on your back with wriothesley thrusting himself into you. all of the papers that were on his desk were now scattered around and pushed over so you wouldnât possibly ruin them. he was so big. wriothesley could see a little bulge every time he pushed himself into you. he thought it was so cute. you sprawled out on his desk with your pussy clamped around his big dick. your moans were the best part. there was no one around, so you could be as loud as you wanted without a single interruption.
âw-wriothesley! f-fuck.. youâre so big!â tears formed at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was. you hadnât felt something like this in such a long time. it was unbearable.
he couldnât hide the smirk that appeared on his scarred features. he couldnât get enough of your sweet voice screaming in pleasure for just him. âyou like this, baby? youâre so fuckinâ cute when you say my name like that..â he pressed his palm against your navel, feeling his cock stuffing you full. âso deep.. no wonder youâre a mess.â
his balls twitched, signaling that his orgasm was just around the corner. his pace then picked up, sending you over the edge. he was probably the best you had ever taken. there was no way you could ever sleep with someone else better than him. a groan rumbled in his throat as he reached his peak, squeezing your hips as his cum flooded your walls. he left so much, it made you shiver from the warmth.
he panted, chuckling as he came down from his orgasm. âheh.. weâre still alone, wanna go for round two?âÂ
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Temple
Summary : Bucky Barnes is struggling to say âI love you,â so he says other things to make sure you know he cares.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : description of violence.
Requested by : myself
Word count : 1.1k
Note : This was inspired by the song âTempleâ by Kings of Leon. I am going to alternate between my own ideas and a request every day. Please bear with me! I have a lot of requests in my inbox, so it might take a while to get to you. Enjoy!
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The night was your favourite time of the day.
Especially the summer nights, where you had nothing to do but bask in the warmth and the moonlight that casted a silver light over the skyline.Â
You and Bucky sat side by side on the fire escape of your apartment, legs dangling over the edge, the usual quiet between you familiar and comfortable.Â
Over the past year, he had become your best friend, if not something more.Â
It wasnât that you didn't care for each in that senseâ you most definitely did. Youâve been seeing each other exclusively for the past couple of months, and you just haven't put a label on this yet. You didnât want to rush it. You both wanted it to find its course. Letting it be natural.
You took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over you. It was moments like these that you treasure most with Bucky. The calm. The peace. The rare softness in his presence.
He shifted beside you, metal arm bumping softly against the railing, letting out a gentle clink. You turned to him, watching his brow furrowing, as if he was wrestling with something underneath his tough exterior.Â
This was not unusual; Bucky was a man of few words when it comes to how he felt. It did not matter to you much that he struggled to say the words aloud, since he showed you in a thousand ways that he cares.Â
You watched him a little closer. There was something on his mindâsomething heâs been holding onto. You didnât need to ask, but could feel it.
âYou okay, Buck?â you asked softly, nudging his arm with your elbow. âYouâre quiet tonight.â
He didnât respond right away. He stared out at the city, eyes distant. Then he exhaled sharply, like he'd just made up his mind about something.
âIâd take a bullet in the temple for you,â he said. His voice was low and grounded. He had thought this through, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by how⊠intense his statement was.Â
It was not the first time he had said something like this. Bucky had always had a strange way of expressing how much you meant to him. It always caught you by surprise.
âIâd die for you,â he continued. His beautiful blue eyes softened, gaze still locked on the night sky. âIf anyone tried to hurt you, Iâd hunt them down and make them pay.â
Your mouth curved into a sweet smile, though it was a bit bittersweet.Â
He had always done thisâ he said the most visceral, violent things to make sure you know how much you meant to him. Still, you have accepted that this was his way of expressing his feelings, even if it wasnât what you expected when you first fell for him.
âI know you would,â you replied softly. You reached out and placed your fingers on top of his human hand, hoping you could ground him in the moment. âBut you donât have to die for me, Bucky.â
He finally looked at you, eyes flickering with a vulnerability you rarely ever say. He clenched his jaw, as if he were fighting to keep whatever it is he really meant inside, where it would be safe and sound.
âBut I would,â he insisted. His voice was barely above a whisper now. âIâd give up everything if it meant keeping you safe.â
Your heart raced at the sincerity in his tone. He meant every wordâ you know that. You couldnât help the ache in your chest, knowing that he was struggling to string his thoughts together into a cohesive, normal sentence.
âI donât need you to sacrifice yourself for me,â you said gently. You brushed your thumb over the back of his hand in soft circles. âI just need you.â
He watched you for a long moment, the small flame of frustration growing behind his blue eyes.Â
âIf I lost youâŠâ His breath hitched at the mere thought of it. His metal fingers clenched into a fist at his side. âI donât know what Iâd do without you. Iâd burn the world down for you. Iâd⊠Iâd die before I let that happen.â
You sighed softly, squeezing his hand, trying to soothe the burning tension that radiated off him. He had always been so ready to protect you, to throw himself into the line of fire without a second thought. And while you appreciated his fierce loyalty, you didnât want him to bear the weight of your safety like it was the only way to prove he cared.
âIâm not going anywhere, Buck,â you reassured him. You placed your head on his shoulders, taking in the scent of his vanilla aftershave, the one you liked so much. âYou donât have to go to those extremes to show me how you feel.â
He turned silent again. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind. His lips parted again, hesitating only a little bit.
âIâd⊠Iâd take a knife to the gut for you,â he said finally, his voice strained. âIâd let themââ
âBucky,â You cut him off with a sigh, a hint of exasperation in it. âStop. Please.â
He froze, staring at you like you had just pulled the rug out from under him.
âI get it. I really do.â You shook your head gently, turning to face him. You searched his eyes, trying to reach the part of him thatâs been so afraid to tell you exactly how he felt. âBut you donât have to say it like that.â
He swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long time, you saw fear in his eyes.
The fear of not being enough, of saying the wrong thing. The fear of messing this up.
It was heartbreaking. You wished you could make him understand that he doesnât need to bleed out to prove his affection for you.
âI justâŠâ His voice cracked, and looking away again. His jaw tensed. âI donât know how to say it.â
You took a sharp inhale, the realisation crashing onto you like a wave.
All those graphic, violent declarations of loyaltyâthey were his way of telling you he loved you.
He had been struggling to say something so simple, so human.
âI love you too, Bucky,â you finally whispered.
His eyes found yours, widening in surprise.Â
You reached out, cupping his cheek, brushing your thumb over the rough stubble on his jawline. You finally understood. âI- I already know.â
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing briefly, finally letting himself believe what he knew to be true all along. When he opened them again, there was something more vulnerable in his gaze.Â
âIâm trying,â he admitted quietly.
You smiled, leaning in to press the gentlest kiss to his lips. âI know.âÂ
And for now, thatâs enough.
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do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out sheâs alright?? I love ur work uâre the best xx
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pairing: peter parker x reader
a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by âpeterâ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini seriesđ.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!
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âThatâs not what I said!â
âOh? Well, thatâs what I heard.â
You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date youâd both planned. Itâd been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again.Â
Youâd thought after moving in together, youâd see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him. The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.
âY/NÂ please-â
âNo, Peter! Iâm sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do itâs like you just make it worse.â You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, âHonestly at this point, it feels like you donât even care anymore.â
His face fell. âCome on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.â
You nodded, âRight. Think Iâve heard that one before.â You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.
âWoah, hey. Wait a minute, whereâre you going?â His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.
Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. Youâd gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, âIâm tired, Iâm gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,â you gave him a weak smile, âYou donât have to worry about me.â
âY/N you know itâs not like that. Look youâre all dressed up,â he reached for your arm, âwe can still go out. Please, let me make it up to youâ
Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away.Â
âPeter,â you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion.Â
âI donât want us to fight,â he begged.Â
'Weâre not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.â
âOkay.â He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. âIâll sleep on the couch?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.
He deflated. He wasnât exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad.Â
âGood night,â he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. âIâm right here if you need anything.â
You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, âNight.â
There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.
You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didnât feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.
After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if heâd even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, youâd sleep on the couch.Â
Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.
I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldnât help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it.Â
You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didnât really want to speak to him, not yet at least. Youâd kind of hoped you wouldnât have to until tonight-
You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved.Â
You answered the phone. âHey Mads, how's it going.âÂ
âHi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-â
âNo that sounds great actually,â you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. Youâd been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.
âReally? Great! So there's this raging new club,â she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You werenât sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why youâd wanted to go out in the first place.Â
âWeâre gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and Iâll take you!â She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but thatâs what made you like her.Â
âSure Maddie, thanks for the invite.â
âOf course, canât wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.â
You let out a small laugh, âI know what you mean. But weâre gonna change that tonight.Â
You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, youâd stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already.Â
You got ready quietly, only a playlist youâd turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything.Â
âPeter! I need real criticism!â
âWell, I canât help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!â
You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you werenât going to be home tonight. You didnât feel like calling him though, and if you didnât want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book.Â
Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving.Â
He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining heâd be out for a while but heâd made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didnât, but that wasnât too shocking to him. It didnât make it hurt any less though.Â
He knew he fucked up. He knew heâd disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you werenât giving him the more. And he was! But he couldnât help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he didïżœïżœnot want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.
That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasnât with you.Â
He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together.Â
On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long itâd been since heâd done this. He definitely deserved the more.Â
He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you werenât home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter.Â
Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes heâd used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning youâd eaten.Â
He was about to pull out his phone to see if heâd missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge.Â
âWent out. Be home late.â
His brows furrowed as he read. He didnât know you had plans. Hell, he didnât even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.
All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.
Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldnât fly.Â
Heâd sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe.Â
An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response.Â
It had been about three hours since heâd gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird.Â
He tried to call you, heâd refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, youâd left in the first place) but it didnât even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail.Â
What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldnât load. It kept saying âno location foundâ making his heart beat harder.
This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls werenât going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-
He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldnât help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay. He knew you werenât the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start.Â
He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. OrâŠsomething like that.Â
âHello?â Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away.Â
âHey Maddie, itâs Peter.â
âOh yeah, Y/Nâs dude,â she slurred.Â
âYeah, yeah, Y/Nâs dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages arenât sending.â His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay.Â
âSorry Patrick, whatâd you say,â she asked making Peterâs brows furrow. They werenât exactly friends, but heâd met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.
He shook his head, that didnât matter right now. âY/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?â
âOh!â She exclaimed as if sheâd just remembered something. âYeah, she is!â
Peter let out a sigh of relief.Â
âOr, she was.â He held his breath again.Â
âWhat do you mean âshe wasâ? Where is she?â
âI dunno, she left I think.â Maddie let out a little hum as if to say âtoo bad!â and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.
He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. âShe left? Whereâd she go? Where are you right now?â
âI donât knowâŠshe was bored I think. She was off today. Sâshame, she looked so hot.â
His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didnât have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault.Â
âWhere are you, Maddie?â He repeated.Â
âThat new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!â She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didnât have time for this.Â
He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.
There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you.Â
You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasnât the safest decision but you didnât really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then youâd go back. Maybe.Â
You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. Youâd send Maddie a text, but she probably hadnât noticed youâd left in the first. Sheâd been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You werenât sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her youâd be gone for a bit.Â
On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadnât eaten anything other than Peterâs waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home.Â
Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away.Â
Just as fast as heâd snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.
You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why heâd just done that, but there wasnât a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.
âPete?â Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.
âYouâre okay,â he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer.Â
Your brows furrowed. âWellâŠyeah. Why wouldnât I be?â
He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There mightâve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. âI came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that youâre mad at me-â
âIâm not,â you said, and you meant it. You werenât mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. âBut what's wrong?â
âMy texts werenât delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldnât track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you werenât talking to me.â He sniffled and your heart broke a little.Â
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it onâdead.Â
âGod sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.â He looked at you desperately, âYell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I canât stand it.â
âIâm so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I wouldâve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.â Your hands went up to hold his face.Â
He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, âI always worry about you sweetheart, itâs my job.â
You shook your head, âYou worry about all of New York, I donât need to add on to that.â
âNo,â he said quickly, looking offended youâd even say that, âNo. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? Youâre my first priority and Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, that I donât show that or say it enough.
âBut Iâm going to do better, I promise. Iâm going to make it up to you because I canât lose you, I need you Y/N.â
You didnât reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.
He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. âHeels off baby,â he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didnât even realize how much theyâd been hurting until they were off. âIâm swinging you.â He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.
You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, âPeteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.â
âDonât worry,â he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, âIâll be careful, câmon.â
You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, âI love you.â
He grinned, pulling you in closer. âI love you more sweetheart.â He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. âHold on tight, Spider Monkey.â
You burst into laughter, âYou did not just say that!âÂ
âOh I totally did,â he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again.Â
âOk, justâŠdonât let me go,â you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.Â
âNever,â he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasnât just talking about swinging.Â
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cockwarming stebro!rafe but he canât take it anymore and ends up pounding you from behindđ
warnings: stepcest, cockwarming, unprotected sex
rafeâs days of feeling guilty for wanting to fuck his bratty little step sister was long gone the second you stepped into his room wearing the skimpiest night gown heâd ever seen. âwhy are you still awake?â rafe got up, poking his head out the door to see if anyone mightâve seen you before locking it behind him. âcanât sleep..â you trailed off, doe eyes glancing up at him through your lashes. he studied you for a moment. âand what am i supposed to do about that?â he crossed his arms over his chest, the sight of his muscles making you swallow nervously. âcan i sleep with you?â you leaned back, fully aware that your step brother could see your nipples through the sheerness of your top.
rafe glanced down, all his blood rushing to his cock. as if he needed another reason to let you be in the same bed as him, he watched as you crawled under the sheets, giving him a full view of your bare ass. he knew you knew what you were doing, but whereâs the fun in not playing along? see just how far youâre willing to take it. âthatâs some night gown you got on there.â he walked around to his side of the bed, turning the lamp off before getting under the covers. you smiled to yourself, your fingers fiddling with the small bow that was stitched at the hem. âyeah? you like it?â you turned your back to him, biting your lip as you felt the warmth of his body against your skin.
âyeah, itâs real pretty..â he pulled you against him, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt his erection resting on the curve of your ass. âyou feel what you do to me?â he ran a hand down your side, lifting your thigh as he took himself out of his boxers. ârafe,â you whispered breathlessly. âdonât act coy. what else could you want when you walk in here with no panties on, huh?â he teased, âiâm gonna give you what youâre asking for.â you whimpered when you felt the head of his cock run across your clit. âplease, âwant you inside me so bad.â rafe shushed you as he entered you slowly, a groan falling from his lips as your hand found solace on his.
âdonât think i forgot about you mouthing off to me earlier today in front of my friends.â he used his other hand to wrap around your throat. âi donât like bratty little bitches, you know that? i should punish you for that shit.â his words had you squeezing around him, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. âso do it.â he laughed bitterly, nodding his head before whispering in your ear. âthat mouth is gonna get you in a lot of trouble.â rafe turned you over, the lack of movement making you groan in frustration . âi see the way you look at me, rafe. youâre punishing yourself too.â he hated that you were right. it was taking everything in him not to fuck you with your ass in the air.
you kept moving your hips, suddenly stopping when you felt his hand snake under your tummy, his fingers rubbing your clit. he stayed still as you clenched around him, the wet sound of your slick filling the empty air in his room. âplease move.â you cried into his pillow. rafe looked down, regretting it almost immediately when he saw how desperate you looked back at him. âare you gonna learn something from this?â his restraint was dwindling down with every nod of your head. âyes! i promise iâll be good from now on, âjust want to be fucked rafe.â he cursed, holding onto you from the curve of your waist as he started thrusting into you.
the pressure in your stomach was building fast and it was becoming harder to stay quiet with each stroke of his cock against your velvety walls. with your hips meeting his, and the pretty little sounds coming from your mouth, rafeâs head rolled back as he struggled to keep his eyes open. rafeâs digits moved faster over your clit, his hand pushing your head into the sheets as you came with a cry of his name. he watched you tremble and shake, his thrusts turning sloppy as he pulled out, painting your cunt with his seed. âshit,â he groaned, still gripping his base as he continued to tease your entrance. âwhy didnât you finish inside me?â you pouted. âweâll save that for next time.â
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Intertwined*
Paige Bueckers x Fem reader
Summary: Y/n and Paige have been broken up for a month now, and when a party comes around where they both find themselves at, feelings are revealed and its clear that they both can't seem to forget about each other.
WC: 3.2K
Warnings: 18+, smut, minor angst
(sidenote; im so obsessed with this picture UGH.)
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Godâ Y/n could feel her stare from across the room as she tried to keep up a conversation with her friend, Micheal. It was getting harder and harder to avoid Paige and her intense stares all night but y/n refused to give in because she knew thatâs exactly what she wanted- for her to acknowledge her. Y/n wasnât in the mood to speak to Paige, there was no need to really and she truly only came here to celebrate her friend's birthday then leave.Â
It has been a good month since the pair had last spoken to each other, and the image of Paige banging on her front door, begging for another chance was something permanently scarred in her mind. Y/n didnât let her in, she refused to, and told Paige to go home and forget about everything they ever had.Â
Y/n cared for Paige a lot- she truly really did. A part of her still does whether she wants to or not. Paige just screwed up a lot and no amount of apologies sheâd give would make a difference.Â
If it wasnât for Micheals birthday tonight, sheâd be at home in her bed instead. But, Michael had been her childhood friend for years and she wasnât just gonna not come just because Paige was friends with him too.Â
âYou look stunning tonight, Y/n.â Michael spoke, grabbing her hand and giving it a small peck, causing her to smile sheepishly and mumble a quiet, âThank you.âÂ
Y/n took a peek down at her glass, noticing it being basically empty as she chewed on her bottom lip, âIâm gonna go get a refill.âÂ
She slowly moved away from Micheal, making her way to the kitchen, and she felt her expression drop as she did so. Y/n felt exhausted the entire night keeping up the image that she was happy and acting as though Paige being there didnât bother her but she didnât want her to know how badly things were affecting her.
Once she was in the kitchen the music from the living room died down a bit while she searched the fridge for a new bottle of champagne.Â
âMa.â
Her eyes shot open once she heard the voice she hadn't heard in weeks, causing her to suck in a deep breath before she continued to pour her drink into her glass. Y/n was positive there was no way sheâd be able to handle a conversation with Paige, especially not tonight. This was not the right time or place to try and work things out.Â
âPaige, no.â She told her softly as she took a sip from her glass.Â
She kept her eyes down at the kitchen floor, noticing Paigeâs figure making her way closer to hers. âWeâre not doing this tonight, please.â
âI just wanted to see you.â
âYou have been seeing me this entire night, Paige.â She was directly in front of her now. She felt as if she was trapped under her frame and was too tired to push herself off.Â
Paige sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. âProperly see you. Like this. Not just from across the room.â Â
âItâs been hard though because of you trying to avoid me all night.âÂ
âPaige, I donât want to avoid you. I just donât want to cause anything on Michael's day.â She sighed, placing a hand onto Paigeâs chest to move her out of her way. âNow, if youâll please excuse me, I canât stay in the kitchen forever.âÂ
âSo thatâs just it, huh? You canât even look at me anymore?â
Y/n shut her eyes while sucking in a deep breath before turning back around as her eyes made her way up towards Paigeâs body, scanning her body, seeing she was dressed in one of her red huskies jerseys with a pair of sweats. Once her eyes finally reached her face the urge to look away grew stronger as Paigeâs stare felt more intense and intimate with each second that passed by.
âSee? Iâm looking right at you, now. Was this what you wanted? Are you pleased?â
Y/n was quick to notice Paige's expression fall at her words and she watched as she put her hair in a messy ponytail. âNo, Y/n Iâm not pleased or happy. I havenât been pleased with anything since that day.â
âPaige, donât start this.â She shook her head as she indulged in the rest of the champagne left in her glass. âYou know I did what was best for the both of us whether you like it or not. Our relationship wasnât healthy, it was bound to end eventually.âÂ
Paige scoffed, while her eyes trailed over her. âBound to end eventually, seriously? Look I know I fucked up a lot. Like a whole lot. I'm not proud of it, I know how badly I hurt you and it pains me everyday when I think about how we ended because I know things couldâve been different if I just stopped fucking up.âÂ
âI tried playing it cool and shit acting like this hadnât affected me.â She sighed before walking over and looking down at her, âSeeing you tonight, so beautiful, so gorgeous and talking to Michael and the rest of our friends as if you moved on so much, itâs been killing me horribly. Because I havenât moved on, y/n. I havenât at all.âÂ
Y/n felt her heart pounding at Paige's words. She wasnât even sure if what she was saying was the truth but a part of her hoped it was. Y/n hadnât moved on either even though sheâd try convincing herself she did, she knew she hadnât.Â
She opened up her mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by Michael coming into the kitchen. He stopped before looking at the pair and letting out an awkward laugh.Â
âIs everything alright?â He asked, and y/n gave him a small smile in response. âEverythingâs okay, Mikes. Just came to get a refill and ran into Paige so we catched up a bit. I was actually just leaving to go find you.â
âIt was nice talking to you, Paige.â Y/n whispered as she slipped her way past her, feeling Paigeâs fingers lightly brush against her shoulder.
She hated how badly her body got goosebumps just from feeling her touch again.Â
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It had been two weeks since the party and Paige still lived in y/nâs mind. It was hard enough trying to forget about her but not only seeing her but speaking to her as well made y/nâs mind wander more than usual.Â
Y/n had been laying down on her couch the last few hours binging a few movies while eating some snacks. She was slowly beginning to fall asleep but a knock to her door woke her up.Â
Rubbing her eyes she made her way towards the door and took a peek through her doorbell.Â
Youâve got to be kidding me.
Sighing she undid all the locks before opening it. Her breath was quickly stolen from her seeing Paige standing there with a cupcake and a mini bouquet of white roses in her hand, and she could sense the desperation radiating off her.
âI got these for youâI remember how much you loved the cakes from Sweet Maryâs.â Paige mumbled, before handing them over to her. âIâm sorry for just randomly showing up over here. I just had to speak to you.âÂ
She took them from her and whispered a soft, âThank youâ before moving out of the doorway. âPlease, come in.â
Y/n wasn't sure why she didnât just tell Paige to go home again instead of letting her in. Sheâd never admit it, but a part of her missed her company. She just hoped that this didnât end badly.Â
Paige stepped inside, taking off her slides and leaving them by the door as Y/n made her way towards her vessel in the kitchen to place the flowers in. âAre you thirsty? I can make some coffee or tea if youâd like. I also have a bit of wine if youâd prefer that instead.â
âNoâno, Iâm okay. Thank you, y/n.â Paige spoke, before following y/n to her living room where they sat on opposite sides of the couch. âThank you, also for uhâletting me in this late.âÂ
Y/n watched as Paige swallowed thickly and turned to her, âIâve been missing you so badly, Y/n, you truly have no idea. Iâm sure at the party it was obvious enough but I donât want to play the victim, and make excuses for what I did because thatâs stupid. Iâm so, so, so sorry, y/n, for everything. For hurting you, for not changing, for letting my career get in the way of us, and making you feel unseen. After I gave myself these two weeks to properly think, it was clear that I need you back in my life. Iâm a mess without you, ma. I truly donât want to keep handling everything without you by my side anymore.âÂ
Y/n sat quiet for a few seconds not sure how to properly express what she wanted to say. She could tell Paige was miserable and she didnât want to say the wrong thing.Â
âLook.â she began, noticing how Paige dropped her head into her hands, before giving her the chance to finish and letting out shaky breaths. âI know from the outside looking in on things youâve assumed Iâve been handling things fine. I can tell based on what you said to me at Michaels birthday. But I actually havenât been dealing with this that well either. Iâve missed you as well, youâre all my mind has been thinking about the past month. And no matter how hard I try to deny my feelingsâ I really miss you.âÂ
Paige slowly lifted her head back up as a large grin took over her face, âCan I scoot closer to you, please?â she asked, and y/n was quick to nod in response.Â
âGodâ you have no idea how badly Iâve missed sharing the same space as you. Just getting the chance to be this close to you is so fucking rewarding.â she spoke as she ran her fingers through y/nâs hair while she laid on her lap. Paigeâs hand came up to her cheek, it was clear at first she was hesitant but she eventually stroked y/nâs cheek gently and let out a relieving sigh. âIâve missed touching you.âÂ
Y/n turned her head and kissed the palm of Paigeâs hand. âIâve missed touching you too.â she spoke, before lifting her head up and running her nose against Paigeâs jaw. âPlease donât hurt me again.âÂ
Paige wrapped her arms around her waist tightly and whispered softly into her ear, âI promise, Iâll never hurt you again my sweet girl.â Before Paige got the chance to say any more, y/n was quick to lean in and press her lips against hers, molding them together as she held onto Paigeâs shirt tightly. Paige took the opportunity to roam her hand down y/nâs body again just like she did before. Finally getting the chance to feel her bare skin against hers was something sheâd been craving for what felt like years. Her hand slid under y/nâs shirt and cupped her bare breast with her hand, earning a light moan from her against her lips. Her other hand slipped into her shorts, but was quickly taken aback when her hand was met with y/nâs bare ass cheekâinstead of the cloth of her panties.Â
She pulled back from the kiss and looked at y/n with furrowed brows. âYou arenât wearing underwear?âÂ
Y/nâs cheeks flushed pink as she shook her head in response and licked on her bottom lip. âI uhâtake them off before I go to sleep now. Itâs something Iâve been doing recently.âÂ
She watched as Paigeâs pupils dilated, and soon both of her hands were now cupping her ass as she lifted them up from the couch and walked towards her room. âI forget how strong you are sometimes.â y/n muttered, causing Paige to chuckle before dropping her gently onto her twin-sized bed. âThat seems like something pretty hard to forget, ma.âÂ
Paige hovered on top of y/nâs spread out figure and ran her fingers against her bare thigh. âTake off your shirt for me, ma. Wanna see those pretty tits again, been too long.â she asked and y/n was quick to comply, taking off her blouse earning a light grunt from Paigeâs lips.
She held them both in her hands as she lightly massaged them, âFuck, Iâve missed touching these pretty lilâ things so bad, baby.â she whispered before bringing her mouth down and sucking on one of them, and pinching the other one using her thumb and index finger as y/n let out a loud moan.Â
âFeels good, hm?â Paige mumbled, removing her mouth from her breast and attaching them to her neck, nibbling onto the skin, making sure to leave a visible mark right underneath her jaw.Â
She slid down y/nâs shorts eagerly and moaned at the sight of her bare pussy on display for her. âIma take care of you tonight, ma. Just like I used to, gonna help you feel real good.â she spoke, taking two of her fingers and shoving them into y/nâs mouth and muttering a low, âSuck.âÂ
Y/n was quick to suck on her fingers like her life depended on it. She remembered how much Paige loved when sheâd take them down her throatâso she was quick to do so. âFuck, yes. Just like that.â Paige praised, shoving a third finger into her mouth. âSuck my fingers real good, ma. Imagine it was my strap in your mouth again.â Y/n moaned at the thought of having the strap back in her mouthâmissing the way Paige would fuck her face with it or the times sheâd aggressively fuck her when sheâd misbehave, leaving her pussy sore yet throbbing and begging for more.Â
âSuch a good girl. Sucking my fingers so well.â she said, slowly taking her fingers out of y/nâs mouth as a string of saliva followed, then bringing them down to her dripping pussy. âAlways get so wet for me, didnât even need the spit, could easily slide my fingers right in, just like this.â she spoke as she slid two of her digits nice and slow inside, watching them disappear inside her entrance, before taking them out, licking her wetness clean from her fingers and letting out a moan at the taste.
âGodâsweetest pussy Iâve ever had. Could have this taste in my mouth everyday and be satisfied.âÂ
âPaige.â âYes, ma?â
âPlease lick me.âÂ
Paige leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. âAnything you want.â she whispered, grabbing y/nâs thighs and putting them on top of her shoulders. Paige was a sucker for teasing, and on any other occasion sheâd make y/n work and beg for it. That was the usual for them. It was rare for Paige to give in this easily and early but fuckâshe hadnât gotten a chance to properly taste her in a month. Â
She was quick to attach her mouth to y/nâs needy clit and start licking. She gained so much pleasure just by eating her out, it was like a gift on Christmas day for her. âBeen so long since I had this sweet lilâpussy in my mouth.â Paige lifts her mouth up a bit and licks, causing y/nâs mouth to fall open in disbelief at the soft, sucking sound and gently smacking-noise as her lips sucked onto her clit. âGodâitâs so fucking good.â she groaned under her breath, and y/n swears sheâs on cloud nine. The feeling of Paigeâs hot breath combined with her wet tongue was sensational.Â
âCome on, ma.â she squeezed her thighs with her long fingers before pleading, âBack and forth yeah? Rock a bit for me, want you to be riding my face a bit.â Y/n was quick to do so, feeling the warm tip of Paigeâs tongue press against her. âFuck, feels so good, Iâve missed your tongue on me so badly.â she moaned, before Paige gave her a warm, long lick, causing her to cry out softly.
âYesâyes, thatâs right baby.â Paige muffled, giving her clit a short, sloppy sounding lick, making y/n buckforward again. âShit, good fucking girl. Ride my tongue, just like that.â she spoke, having her tongue still buried between her folds, as y/n let out louder moans from the pleasure. Paige began kneading her thighs firmly as she licked deeper and deeper with each sound of y/nâs breathless moans escaping her swollen lips.
Y/n felt her abdomen clench and release, causing her to let out a fluttery sigh. âIâm close, so-so close.â she whispered urgently, as Paige hauls her more tightly against her mouth and presses her tongue more firmly against her needy clit. Y/n inhales sharply and her mouth falls open when her center starts to splinter into pieces, âIâm cumminâfuck.â And before she knew it, she was making a mess on Paigeâs face. She pants, caught in place, as Paige rubs her thighs and lifts her face up, revealing her mouth and chin, glistening in her pussy juices.Â
Paige then leans down and kisses her, and y/n immediately tasted herself on her tongue. The two just stayed like this for a while before y/n pulled back from the kiss. âNowâmy turn.â Y/n climbs her way off the bed and stands in front of Paigeâs frame. âLet me make you feel good now.â she spoke, lightly shoving Paige back against the bed into the same position she was just in. Paige took off her sweats, leaving her in just her underwear and y/n was moaning already at the sight in front of her.Â
âIâve missed having you in my mouth.â she says, licking a stripe against her clothed clit, earning a moan from Paigeâs lips. âIma make you feel good too, promise.â Y/n quickly pulls her underwear to the side, revealing her wet and glistening folds, ready for her to dig in.Â
Y/nâs quick to start licking as if she hadnât eaten a proper meal in years. Paige kept a firm grip on her hair, yanking and pulling on it lightly with each feel of her tongue against her. Y/n loved looking up and watching the sight of Paige falling apart above her. Paigeâs body grew more desperate with each deep, sloppy lick to her clit as y/n spit down onto her, earning another moan from her lips. Y/n could tell she was close by her pants and breaths, and she was determined to taste her cum on her tongue. After a few more licks and sucks to her clit, her legs shook and she was cumming.Â
âMmmmmâ y/n dragged out, as she licked her lips clean and offered Paige a cute smile. âSo tasty.â she mumbled as Paige grabbed her hips and dragged her body on top of hers and kissed her lazily.
 âIâve missed this so badly, y/n.âÂ
âIâve missed this too.â she muttered, gently kissing her jaw before pecking her nose. âAt least now you donât have to miss it anymore.â
âAnd whyâs that hm?â she asked.
âBecause Iâm yours again.â
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ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM
[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! đ]
[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]
[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]
Youâre feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Judeâs shirt.
âAre you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?â Judeâs voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.
With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.
you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, âYeah all good jude, what time is your flight backâ your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.
âflight is about four in the morning will get back home at sevenâJude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.ïżŒ
ïżŒYou knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once
It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.
"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.
Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.
"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted âbetter hurry up home thenâ
"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.
you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.
You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.
"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.
"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.
"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.
You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.
âoi what you doing, let me helpâ Judeâs voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.
As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.
Once youâve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.
You snuggle into the bed sheets, Judeâs bare back now facing you as heâs rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you donât realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.
âSorry baby, didn't mean to wake you againâ Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.
"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.
âhey Jobeâyou slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.
You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.
You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and ïżŒDenise giving them a look.
"Y/n, lovely seeing you againâ Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway âyou look amazing, not long left nowâ she hugs you as you smile and look down, âthank you Deniseâ you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.
âonly a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan picturesâ you continued.
"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."
"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."
"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked âYouâre literally like a mini Jude, Jobeâ You laughed as you put your hand onto Judeâs thigh.
âIt's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as heâs dodging Jude's kick.
As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.
Mark, Judeâs dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.
As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.
But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.
He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.
âyou okay baby?â His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.
âJude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.âYou convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.
âshe doesnât think that, donât be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancyâ Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.
âYou okay y/n?â Deniseâs worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway âsheâs okay mum, bit tired though I thinkâ Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you ïżŒ.
In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.
Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.
"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.
he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.
The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.
In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.
When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses
âDid you feel that?â Judeâs face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened âyeah, going to be like there daddyâ you smile as you stroke his cheek.
âwhat? let me feel, move Judeâ Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.
âJobe, fucking hell it's my kid.â Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.
youâve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, âmum says goodnightâ you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.
"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.
His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.
âYou have a good day, baby?â He mumbles into the crook of your neck âthe best thank jâ you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.
Jude humsâI love you so bloody muchâ
âI love you moreâ you giggle even more when be nips your neck.
He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.
In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.
Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.
your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.
he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.
Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.
Judeâs body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick youâve become.ïżŒ
âOh fuckâ you whisper into Judeâs ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.
Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.
Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.
âNeed to be quiet, Jobe next doorâ he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.
"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.
Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.
Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.
Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.
you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.
Jude knows youâre watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes âsorry baby, too tired for another oneâ he breathes into your neck.
As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, youâll always be here for him.
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Engines and Affections
Pairing: Poly 141 x Assistant!reader
AU: Mechanic 141
Warning: fluff, the boys are a bit touchy
Authors note: I hope yall enjoy, itâs not poly until about half way through. I had to change a lot of this because it was similar to someoneâs post that they posted so this is the newer one
Word Count: 2.2k
Masterlist
MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+
The air at Priceâs Auto Garage buzzed with the sound of engines and tools, the usual symphony of work that set the place alive each day. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost moved around the garage with quiet confidence, focused on their tasks. They were the best at what they did, hands skilled and practiced, but the front desk? It was a mess. Calls went unanswered, invoices piled up, and the schedule was a puzzle no one had time to piece together. Price finally decided they needed help at the front.
The moment you walked in for the interview, they noticed.
You stood in the doorway, posture relaxed, radiating a confident smile as you scanned the space. Even though garages weren't exactly familiar territory, you werenât about to let that show. Price gave you a welcoming nod, gesturing you inside, while Soap looked you over with a smirk, already leaning against a toolbox. Gaz offered a warm smile, while Ghost stood off to the side, arms crossed, as unreadable as ever.
Price glanced through your resume with a quick nod, but it was clear theyâd made up their minds as soon as you walked in. A few questions later, and the job was yours.
It wasnât long before you found yourself in the midst of the garageâs organized chaos. The phone rang constantly, schedules made only partial sense, and sometimes, the invoices looked like a language of their own. You tried your best to keep up, but this was a whole new world.
âAh, I think⊠these are for you?â You handed Price a stack of papers one morning, hesitating when his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
âLove, these are last weekâs invoices.â Price held back a chuckle, his eyes kind even as he gently corrected you. âIâll show you how we sort âem out, alright?â
His large hands guided yours through the stacks, showing you the little tricks they used to keep things organized. He took his time, explaining everything patiently, his voice low and calm as he brushed your shoulder every now and then. By the end of it, you had a better graspâsort of.
Soap, however, took a different approach. Every few hours, heâd call you over, pulling you away from your desk to check out whatever project he was working on.
âOi, lass, come look at this,â he called out one afternoon, grinning as he waved you over to the car he was working on.
You tried to seem interested, leaning in as he explained the engine in detail, even though the terms were lost on you. Your confidence started slipping as he talked about pistons, valves, and all kinds of parts youâd never heard of, but you nodded along, pretending to understand.
âSee this part here?â He pointed, smirking as you leaned in closer, glancing from him to the engine.
âOh, yeah! The⊠thing,â you managed, biting back a laugh when he rolled his eyes, grinning even wider.
âYouâve no idea what Iâm on about, do ya?â He chuckled, nudging you playfully with his elbow. âDonât worry, lass, Iâll teach ya everything I know. Might just take a bit.â
Despite your confusion, his excitement was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along, even if you still didnât understand a word.
Gaz was the one who always made sure you felt comfortable, sensing when you were a bit overwhelmed. Every morning, heâd bring you a coffee, setting it on your desk with a small smile.
âTo keep you sharp,â he said with a wink, and youâd thank him, feeling a little less lost in the unfamiliar world of auto repairs.
One afternoon, as you struggled with the printer again, Gaz appeared by your side. Heâd noticed your mounting frustration and stepped in without a word, reaching over to press a few buttons with expert ease.
âHere, let me show you.â His hand rested on yours as he guided you through the steps, his voice soft and patient. You felt his presence close beside you, his attention entirely on helping you, and your nerves calmed as you finally figured out the tricky machine.
âYouâre getting it,â he said with an approving nod, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer before he stepped back, a quiet sense of pride in his smile.
Ghost, meanwhile, kept his distanceâuntil you made a mistake too big for him to ignore. One evening, youâd accidentally given the wrong keys to a customer, causing a brief mix-up in the garage. Ghostâs expression was steely as he came over to you, clearly unimpressed.
âThese keys belong to the truck in the back,â he said, his tone gruff but calm as he held them out to you.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I justââ You stammered, caught off guard by the intensity in his gaze.
He took a slow breath, running a hand over his face before meeting your eyes again. âJust double-check before you hand âem out next time, alright?â
You nodded, cheeks flushed, but Ghostâs expression softened almost imperceptibly when he noticed your nervousness. Later, he quietly came over, placing the keys in their correct spots while you watched, making sure youâd gotten it right.
âJust remember,â he said, his voice low, âno rush. Take your time.â And with a small nod, he returned to his work, his rare show of patience lingering with you.
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One rainy evening, as you prepared to leave, you stood by the door, staring at the downpour. Youâd forgotten your jacket, and with the way the rain was coming down, youâd be soaked in minutes.
Ghost was passing by, his eyes flicking between you and the rain outside. He let out a sigh, already pulling out his keys. âCome on. Iâll drive you.â
Surprised, you followed him to his truck, slipping into the passenger seat as he climbed in. The ride was quiet but comfortable, the steady rhythm of the rain filling the silence. His presence was somehow reassuring, and you found yourself relaxing, even sneaking a few glances at him as he drove.
âThanks for this,â you murmured as he pulled up to your place, his gaze still fixed forward.
He gave a small nod, his voice barely above a whisper. âJust get yourself a jacket next time.â But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and you knew he didnât mind.
After that night, youâd started to find your rhythm in the garage. The guys were quick to help when you needed it, and slowly, you felt like part of the team. The way they each looked out for you in their own way brought you a quiet sense of belonging that you hadnât expected, making the unfamiliar chaos of the garage feel like somewhere you could finally call home.
ââ
Over the next few months, the garage became more than just a workplaceâit became a second home. The guys were always there, whether to lend a hand, share a laugh, or tease you about some new mistake. You noticed how each of them had their own way of making sure you were taken care of. And somewhere along the way, your small, shared moments with each of them started to feel⊠different.
Price became more attentive, stopping by your desk to chat with you about your day, his warm gaze lingering a moment too long. Soapâs teasing got softer, almost affectionate, his laughs filled with genuine happiness when he saw you smile. Gaz made a habit of bringing you coffee every morning, but now heâd stay a little longer, brushing your hand as he passed the cup, his gaze lingering on your lips. Even Ghost, usually distant, had become gentler, staying around the garage a little longer just to make sure you got home safe.
The four men started to notice each otherâs shifts in behavior too. What was once harmless camaraderie and teamwork started to feel like an unspoken rivalry, each of them vying for more of your attention. Eventually, it reached a tipping point, and one late night at the garage, they decided to address it head-on.
âAlright, lads,â Price began, crossing his arms as he looked at the others. âItâs about her, isnât it?â
Soap scoffed, trying to brush it off. âYou mean the way you get all soft whenever sheâs around?â he said, though there was no real bite to his tone.
Gaz chuckled, running a hand over the back of his neck. âWe all know itâs not just Price. Letâs be honest with ourselves here.â
Ghost, silent as ever, watched the others, his gaze thoughtful. âYouâre not wrong,â he admitted, his voice low but steady. âGuess weâve all got feelings for her. Question is, whatâre we gonna do about it?â
They sat in silence for a moment, each processing the quiet admission that their feelings ran deeper than simple friendship. Price broke the silence, his voice firm yet understanding.
âWeâre not just co-workers; weâre a team,â he said. âSo, if weâre all on the same page about her, then maybe itâs time we tell her.â
A few days later, the four of them gathered the courage to bring up the subject with you. It was the end of a long workday, and you were about to head home when Price called you over, his tone uncharacteristically serious.
As you walked into the main garage, the four of them stood there, exchanging glances as if silently confirming that this was the right moment. You felt your heart race, sensing that whatever was about to happen was important.
Price cleared his throat, his usual steady demeanor softening as he looked at you. âWe, uh⊠have something we need to talk to you about. All of us.â
Confused, you looked between them, giving a small nod. âOkay, Iâm listening.â
They each took turns explaining, their words stumbling a little at first but then gaining confidence as they shared their feelings. Price told you how much he admired your kindness and resilience, how you made the garage feel like home. Soap shared how much he loved making you laugh, how your presence was the highlight of his day. Gaz spoke of his protective instincts, how he felt compelled to make you happy. Even Ghost, usually guarded, admitted in his own quiet way that heâd come to care about you deeply.
It was overwhelming but touching, hearing each of them express feelings that you hadnât dared to think might be mutual. Finally, Price looked at you, his eyes searching yours with a question that didnât need words.
âWould you be open to⊠to something with all of us?â he asked gently.
It took a moment for you to process what they were asking, but as you looked at each of them, you realized that the idea didnât scare youâin fact, it felt right.
âI⊠I would be,â you admitted, smiling as their tense expressions melted into ones of relief and happiness.
From that point on, your relationships with them grew deeper and more intimate. You shared quiet mornings with Gaz, whoâd bring you coffee and pull you close, his arm around you as you eased into the day together. Soapâs playful teasing turned more flirtatious, his laughter warm as heâd brush your hair back, stealing little kisses when no one was looking. Price had a way of grounding you, his strong arms always there to wrap around you at the end of a long day, pressing soft, lingering kisses to your forehead that made you feel safe. And Ghost, though still reserved, became more open, offering a gentle touch here and there, his presence comforting in a way that words couldnât quite describe.
One evening, after closing up shop, you found yourself nestled between them on the worn leather couch in the break room. Gaz leaned close, his hand tracing gentle patterns on your back, while Soapâs arm draped across your shoulders, pulling you close as he whispered jokes in your ear, his voice warm and soft. Price sat at your side, his hand resting on your knee, thumb drawing small circles as he met your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding.
And Ghost, ever the silent observer, brushed a gentle hand over your shoulder, his fingers lingering at your neck. You felt their affection surrounding you, each of them bringing their own unique warmth and comfort, and you knew that thisâthis closeness, this shared connectionâwas something rare, something to be cherished.
Over time, your moments together grew more intimate. The nights you spent with them were full of whispered words and gentle touches, each one of them showing their love in their own way. Soapâs playful nature softened, his teasing replaced with gentle affection as he held you close, his laughter quiet as he stroked your hair. Gaz would pull you into his lap, his hands warm against your back as he kissed you deeply, his eyes filled with warmth as he traced his thumb over your cheek. Price, always steady, would hold you close, his presence reassuring as he kissed you with a softness that made you feel cherished, his voice low as he murmured words of love.
And Ghost, though still quieter than the others, would sit beside you, his fingers brushing over yours, his touch reverent as he watched you with a gaze that spoke volumes. When he held you, it was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he couldnât believe you were there with him.
In these shared moments, you found a kind of love and connection that youâd never known. Together, you formed a bond stronger than any youâd ever imagined, a family bound by love and trust. And in their arms, surrounded by their warmth, you knew youâd found a home, one where you were loved wholly and completely by each of them.
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