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recklesssezon · 9 months ago

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𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | alessia russo x mma!fighter

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Alessia encounters an unwanted attention and tries her best to hide it from you, knowing that you would absolutely do anything to keep her safe.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | blood, assault, violence, ptsd, cursing, maybe attempt of murder

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 | ik its been two months almost thre-anyways. this is 9 thousand something words and it took a lot of brain capacity.

The night was young, streetlights lit the city as rowdy adults filled London with joyous laughter. It was like any other Saturday night to most but not to Alessia.

She was leaving you home alone to attend Kyra's birthday party along with the other gunners. Usually, you'd be by her side through it all, but you were still healing from your previous fight.

Patched-up cuts and bruises here and there. None that you deemed bed-rest worthy, yet remained home to steer clear of the scolding you would get from your coaches.

So, here you were sitting with a large bucket of popcorn and the latest season of Love Island. It took a great deal to convince Alessia to leave your side for the night, refusing to go firsthand as the urge to smother you with love and care surged as time went on.

After countless reassurances and kisses, Alessia reluctantly switched out joggers for jeans and a pullover for a top. She stood in front of you, twirling to give you the 360. Deep down, you started to regret inducing her to go. While Alessia had a full blowout, you lounged on the loveseat with shorts and a sports bra. "And to think you didn't want to leave."

Alessia grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it, pointing a non-threatening finger at you. "Do not start teasing me. You were the one who was so adamant about me going. It's your fault I'm in this vest instead of my jumper."

"Love, if it makes you feel any better. I prefer you in nothing at all."

Alessia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in annoyance. You grinned, beckoning her over, even when you managed to annoy her Alessia could never resist you. She trudged to you, pursing her lip when you patted your lap.

You grunted as she plopped down on you, the unexpected force taking you by surprise. It was Alessia's turn to grin, hooking her arms around your neck, yours to her hips. "I take it you didn't like my joke."

You were unfazed by Alessia's evil eye, more than used to it. "You do not get to make jokes like that. You're forcing me to go to a party I don't want to go to and you're watching Love Island without me. You're being mean." You snorted, and with a click, the game show switched to one of your old fights.

Alessia turned her head away, your fights always made her a bit queasy hence why she never watched them. "Yes, how can I be so cruel to my lovely girlfriend? I should be punished for my crimes." Alessia slapped your chest, not a fan of your mockery.

"Quit the sarcasm. Save that for someone else other than the love of your life."

You pecked her cheek, a quick apology. "You're right. The love of my life only deserves respect and devotion." She nodded her head in agreement, her pride growing as she had the big bad fighter everyone knew lay down the treatment she deserves.

"That is correct but don't think this sucking up made me forget what you've done to me."

You groaned, throwing your head back. "Love, you haven't left my side since my fight, normally I wouldn't mind but you've been cooped up all week. And it's Kyra's birthday, imagine the headaches she'll give you for missing it."

Alessia could already see it, Kyra having a kick at her for not showing up. The Australian was known for her little sister energy that never ran out, much to the unlikes of her teammates. Alessia recalled Kyra's recent mischievous act.

A week ago, Steph forgot to grab Kyra's favorite candy when making a store run and a childlike Kyra took it to offense. She hadn't stopped yapping the entire day, Steph departed training with ringing ears that lasted the next day.

Alessia didn't want to have a similar outcome.

"That rascal hid my boots last time because I refused to prank Katie. A nuisance she is." You smiled, Alessia's annoyance that wasn't targeted towards you was amusing to watch. You slipped a hand under her top, rubbing the warm bare skin a contrast to your cold hands.

"So, what I'm hearing is that I'm right."

Alessia gave you no acknowledgment, gasping when she felt your thumb dip below her waistline. You leaned in for a kiss, though you were met with a flat palm to the face. You pulled back, scrunching your nose. Alessia smiled widely, "No messing up my lip gloss, darling."

For the very first, you scowled at Alessia's bright pink lips. The desire to botch Alessia's perfectly applied lipstick grew by the second. You exhaled sharply, leaning back to put some distance between you and her restricted lips. "That's unfair. You look ravishing and you're saying I can't kiss you? Must you tease me?"

Alessia giggled under her breath; she kissed your neck, unapologetic about her teasing. "Oh, my big baby. Have the consequences of your actions come to play?" You frowned at Alessia's mocking pout, the way she spoke as if she were speaking to a child stirred something within you.

You roughly tugged her closer, inches away from her lips. You removed one hand from her hips, gripping her jaw in a tight-loose hold. Your thumb swiped her bottom lip to the corner. Her once-perfect gloss now smudged and not in the way she would have liked.

You brought your thumb to your lips, putting on a little show, humming at the taste of strawberries on your tongue.

Alessia froze, she didn't expect you to turn the tables on her so fast. You grabbed Alessia's phone out of her back pocket, hearing a ping. You opened her phone, purposely ignoring her. "Vic's here. You should get going if you don't want to be late."

Alessia remained unmoved, stuck in a trance you led her into. You chuckled, no emotion behind it, standing up causing Alessia no choice but to do so as well. You took her chin in between your two fingers, "A little quiet, aren't we? What's the matter, Alessia? Have the consequences of your actions come to play?"

Alessia gulped at the bite in your tone, she shouldn't have baited you. It always ended with her pinned to the bed, a position she loved yet a lesson she never intend to learn. Alessia's phone pinged once again, she paid it no mind too focus on your little stare-down. "Better get going before Vic comes up and knocks down our door."

Alessia hesitantly took her phone, squinting as if she was trying to figure out your plan. "Just like that?" You raised a brow, ignoring the pinch of pain as your stitches stretched.

"I can do worse than a smeared gloss, you of all people should know that. I suggest you leave now before you don't at all." Alessia's finger hovered over her lips, she could feel the slight stickiness at the corners of her lips. You hadn't done much to taint them, but Alessia wished you did.

Your eyes began to soften at Alessia's timid stature, tipping her head up with a finger. Wiping away the small mess you created. "Have fun tonight, okay? I love you."

A smile grew on Alessia, puckering her lips for a kiss. "I thought you didn't want to ruin your makeup" She rolled her eyes at your cockiness, pulling you down to finally bring you into a kiss you both craved.

Alessia was the first to separate, "I love you too. Don't wait up." She gave you one last peck, grabbing her purse on her way out. Swaying her hips side to side, mindful of your wandering eyes.

"Not having the time of your life are you, Less?"

Lia winced as Alessia's head snapped to her, "I am. Why do you ask?" Lia didn't believe the young girl and it showed, Alessia stuck herself at their rented-out booth, doing nothing else other than sipping on her club soda.

"You haven't moved since we got here. What? Are you not used to having your little bloodhound with you?"

That got a laugh out of Alessia, Lia grinned cheekily. You were always a topic used to tease Alessia, two total opposites that fit together like a puzzle. She pushed the national captain as she poked fun at her. You were deemed 'The Bloodhound' early in your career by the media after endless fights where you left the cage a bloodbath.

"You can say that. She's still heal-" The boisterous of their teammates cut Alessia off, stumbling and cackling at whatever their drunk minds thought was funny. Leah threw herself next to Lia, pointing to Katie, her finger unsteadied as a result of her tipsiness. "I got it last time, McCard. It's your turn."

The Irish childishly shook her head, throwing up the bird, "No." Leah huffed, her infamous frown appearing. She turned to the person next to Katie. "Fine. Caitlin, you go."

"She's not going."

The blonde threw her arms up in frustration, so much for being capitan. "Someone had to go, Katie! You've been weaseling your way out of rounds for the last two months!" The said weasel denied it, though the smirk on her lips said otherwise.

Leah's glare intensified, she wasn't a quitter, far from it. Even as a drunk, giving up was never in her dictionary. She stood up, ready to drag the queen of reds to do her go.

Lia, being the only sensible one there, quickly sat the Williamson down, giving her a warning not to start a fight.

"What about our depressed lover over there? She hasn't done anything. No dancing, no drinking. A little mood killer if you ask me." Katie winced as she received slaps from all around, unable to pinpoint who exactly hit her. Alessia cleared her throat, dumbfounded by how she got dragged in.

Lia held out a hand, stopping Katie from going off her rockers and possibly digging her own grave if you were to find out about how she spoke to your fiancé. "Hey, now. Alessia isn't in the mood, we should respect that and be happy she's even here." Alessia squeezed Lia's hand, thanking her for coming to her defense.

However, the people-pleaser side of Alessia won. She moved to stand, but Lia's hand halted her from doing any further. Her concerns made Alessia glad that she had someone in her corner for the wild night. "It's fine. She's sorta right, I've been a killjoy. Maybe this will loosen me up."

"Are you sure?"

Alessia gave Lia the okay, slipping out of her hold, and down to the crowd. Internally gagging at the stench of body odor hitting her unexpectedly. Fresh air welcomed her as she exited the crowd, breathing deeply, the cool air traveled through and around her body.

She rested her arms on the bar, calling the bartender for the round she volunteered to collect. Alessia daydreamed as she waited, snuggling up against you after tonight sounded like the perfect dream to make into a reality.

"Hi."

Alessia didn't flinch at the new voice, too caught up with herself to realize that she was being spoken to. She jumped slightly at the tap on her shoulder, surprised by the close proximity. "Oh, hi." It was small and brief, a simple acknowledgment of him. That's all. At least Alessia thought it was.

"Are you here alone?"

Alessia shook her head uninterested, looking back at the bartender to see if he was preparing her order. He wasn't.

"Who are you here with?"

She sighed, annoyed that he couldn't get the hint. Unbothered to look at him, Alessia answered, hoping the mentioned presence of her team would scare him off. "I'm here with my mates."

"Brilliant. Would your mates mind if I tag along?"

Alessia isn't the type to be easily angered, she grew up with two brothers by force she learned how to have more patience than the average person when it came to men and their small minds.

But something about this stranger irked her. So, she bit her tongue of what she really wanted to say, 'fuck off' and instead said, "They would actually. It's a girl's night and they'll be really upset if it was intruded."

Her saving grave, the bartender came back and he wasn't alone. Alessia quickly picked up the platter, leaving without so much of a goodbye.

There were no cheers or clicking of the shots, as everyone threw their head back to down the hard liquid. Kyra emerged from the crowd, eyes blown and a big smile that stretched cheek to cheek.

She latched onto Alessia's arm, "You're being boring tonight! It's my birthday!" Kyra tugged her to the middle of the room, an area Alessia tried to avoid.

Alessia grabbed onto the nearest person, drawing them along, soon enough a chain of gunners were trailing behind her. Alessia took shot after shot, shortly after, her body relaxed into the rhythmic beats.

She neglected to notice the unexpected hands on her waist as the hands closed around her, squeezing tightly, Alessia instantly knew that these hands weren't a friend of hers.

She roughly pulled away, spinning to see the stranger from the bar. He wore a smirk, smug that he got as close as he did with her. "What the hell are you doing?" He threw his arms to the side, showcasing a little dance of his.

"Dancing, dear. Come back, we were just having some fun."

Alessia shook her head, disgust seeped under her skin. She felt repulsed at some stranger touching her. "No, leave me alone. I am not interested."

"It looked like you were pretty interested. What was that move you did? The one where you were moving your hips side to side. Do you mind doing that again?"

Alessia turned away, thinking it would be best to take her leave rather than speak to him any further. Alas, the stranger couldn't care less. He followed Alessia, shoving bystanders out of his way. "Wait! Do not run off!" She ignored him, scurrying to the booth of gunners.

Just as Alessia was about to reach the table, she was pulled back. She gasped as a huge body engulfed her, Alessia mustered up the strength to push away but the attempt was too futile. "Get off!"

Alessia curled up as much as she could in his hold, his efforts to land a kiss on her neck was challenged by her strong resistance. "I'm a nice lad! Don't be so difficult!" He laughed in disbelief as Alessia struggled, the scene began to gather the attention of nearby clubbers.

"Let me go! Fuckin prick!"

Everything happened in a flash, Alessia was yanked away, bodies meddled between him and her. Mixture of brunettes and blondes filled Alessia's sight.

"You're okay. They're handling it."

Alessia could hardly register Viv's soft voice, the tall Dutch led her out the club, withdrawing from the chaos as the fight got bigger. Viv rubbed circles on her back, trying to calm the shaken girl.

She ignored the security guards that rushed into the building, faint sounds of glass breaking reached her ears. "I'll take you home as soon as Beth is done."

Panic swept through Alessia, red eyes going wide at the thought of returning home. "No! If I go home, she'll know something happened. I can't- I can't-" Viv hushed Alessia, hugging the younger as she spiraled.

Alessia didn't have to specify who she was talking about, only one person was waiting at home for Alessia. That person is you.

"Less, are you scared of yn?"

It was a question Viv didn't want to ask but did. Alessia's reaction to going home wasn't normal especially if it held the person who loved you and you, her. It's a red flag that Viv wasn't so quick to brush off.

Alessia flinched, staring at Viv as if she said the most absurd thing known to man. "What? No! No! Never! I'm scared for her! If she finds out what happened tonight-" Alessia suddenly stopped, she didn't want to believe what happened, happened.

How close he was, how his hands were all around her, how she felt his front pressed up against her. It physically and mentally sickened Alessia to the core.

She collected herself the best she could, staring straight into Viv's eyes. "She'll kill him. Viv, those beatings she does in the cages are nothing. That's her having fun. But this will set her off. You have to promise me that yn wouldn't hear a word about this. Viv promise me."

You couldn't find out, not when Alessia knew the lengths you'd go to protect her. Not when she knew how ill-tempered you were and how easily you got lost in your fit of anger. Alessia was your weakness, she knew that you knew that. Which is why you couldn't know, Alessia had no doubt you'd go on a manhunt to track down whoever harmed her.

Viv gazed into the abyss, unable to comprehend the fear Alessia had for you. You were someone with physical power, that Viv knew, you had the skills and scars to prove it. It was what you trained for, nearly two decades you've been building up your skills to hurt people for a living.

The active terror Alessia showed let Viv know that you were lawless by your own rules. "Okay, okay. I promise. And the others will too." That calmed Alessia down a bit, she leaned into Viv's side watching the passing cars as they waited for the rest.

"Fuck off!"

Katie came out first, followed by the rest of the players and security guards. Yelling and cursing lingered in the air, Viv ignored it, guiding Alessia to the car. "Let's wait in the car. It'll be a while before they quiet down."

The unfortunate events replayed in her mind like a broken record, it kept playing and playing. If she was lucky, sometimes it'd short-circuit. Then, all she could see was you, it felt like a dream. Like you weren't real, and that she was simply imagining someone to protect her to the very end.

But you were real.

You were real and Alessia had a tough time believing that. Believing that you her knight in shining armor. Whispers of promises in her ear at night, how you engraved that into her. But, you were nowhere to be seen when Alessia needed you the most. Instead, you were at home resting.

Part of Alessia wanted to blame you, yet she couldn't, she wouldn't. Not when you were her person, especially not when Alessia understood very well that if you were with her, you'd be in a jail cell by the time the sun rose.

You lost the ability of control when it came to Alessia, if someone were to so much as trip her, you'd return the favor tenfold. The more Alessia thought about you, the more she desired to go home.

"Hungry? We can go to Greggs."

Beth peered over at Alessia, the young striker hadn't made a peep since arriving at the couple's flat and that was hours ago. Beth and Viv stayed up the entire night nurturing Alessia to a certain extent, she allowed. Which wasn't much.

She inhabited the couch corner, not even a slight inch off. She hadn't spoken, eaten, or moved, her brain going haywire, and they couldn't do anything about it.

Beth kneeled, placing a comforting hand on Alessia's knee, gaining her attention without spooking her. "Why don't you take a shower? I imagine sticky sweat isn't the best feeling on the body."

Ease rippled through the couple as Alessia finally moved in the last eight hours, though it was short as Alessia's movements were slow and calculated. Beth patiently waited for her, directing Alessia to the awaiting shower that called her.

The shower did more than just cleanse Alessia of sweat, the overwhelming emotions of the night washed down the drain never to be seen or felt again. Alessia preferred it that way, it was better to believe that it was gone rather than it be stuck on her.

She'd rather be numb than feel what she felt in that dreadful encounter.

Alessia avoided looking into the mirror, squeezing the towel around her tight as she exited the warm steam. The coldness of the early morning greeted her, she walked over to the bed, holding up the Arsenal pull-over Beth set out for her.

She quickly put it on, brushing it down only for her eyes to catch the coloring on her hips. Her fingers lightly grazed the finger-print bruises, her breath hitches as flashbacks of his firm grip on her were physically felt in that second.

Alessia wanted to cry, she didn't want to feel as if someone was standing behind her, she didn't want to feel as if she was being touched like some sort of pet.

Alessia pushed down her tears along with anything else rising to the surface. She walked out the room, the conversation hushed as she came into view, and Alessia didn't care to bring it up knowing fully well it was about her. She sat next to Viv barely returning a smile, "Feel better?" Alessia ignored her, that was the better option.

The truth would raise more questions than she could handle right now. "I'm going home. Yn probably stayed up for me and I don't want to keep her waiting any longer." Understatement of the century. Alessia couldn't grasp the fact that time passed, only assuming, too stuck in her void to feel time's existence.

"Don't fret. I called her and told her you were too tired to make it home. She knows you're here."

Stunned, Alessia sent Beth a nod. "Thanks, but I should really get going." Viv and Beth got the obvious hint that Alessia didn't want to be there anymore, she quickly shoved her phone in her pocket, zipping past them.

The couple hastily followed behind, catching Alessia right at the door. "Let us drive you. We can get Greggs on the way." They didn't give Alessia too much room to argue, Viv grabbed her keys as Beth pushed her out the flat.

"You can ride front seat."

Alessia carefully closed the door, releasing a breath now that she was alone. Beth and Viv had been absolutely sweethearts to Alessia during her stay, but she needed time to herself, time away from eyes that were waiting for her to break.

Slowly and quietly, she shuffled to the kitchen, not a single object out of place since she left. Alessia grabbed a water bottle, the first source of intake she allowed her body to have. The Greggs paper bag perched on the counter, dismissing what Viv had gotten her.

In the safety of her own home, Alessia felt her body ease into itself, the familiarity of these four walls secured her protection and well-being. Something Alessia never thought she'd crave so much.

She went in search of the only person wanted, needed. Weights were lifted off of Alessia's chest when she caught you sleeping in bed, looking ever the most peaceful. A state that she wasn't going to ruin with the truth.

Alessia brushed loose strands out your face, laying on her side, snuggling up in your arms absent from the scary world. Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, "You're back." Your voice husky, eyes still shut half-asleep. Alessia's fingers found your dog tag, turning it over to see the engravement of her name and jersey number. A chain you wore proudly. "I'm back."

"Did you have fun?"

Her fiddling stopped, a small shutter of breath escaped her as the haunting hours came back, this is where Alessia was supposed to spew a little white lie. But she couldn't. Never has Alessia lied to you, never thinking she would need to. This would be a lot harder than she thought.

"Less, is everything okay?"

Your eyes barely opened, the bright light peaked through the curtain nerved your sensitivity. Alessia used her finger to soothe your wrinkles, humming as she tried to lull you back to sleep. "Can't remember much of it. I had too much to drink."

Two lies in one.

Alessia remembered everything and frankly, she didn't drink enough to forget.

You patted her back, comforting, "That's alright. You're home now." Your words brought her more comfort than you can imagine. Alessia was home now; she was home with you, within these four walls. She couldn't be more safer than she is right now.

In your upcoming years as a fighter, you were taught to control your emotions going as far as to eliminate them. The human instinct to feel sympathy for beating another wasn't an option when it came down to winning titles.

By default, you suppressed them to the alternatives outside the cage. Thus, you didn't experience the depths of anxiety or stress like many others did.

But, in recent times it seems as if you're experiencing life in a new manner. You've never been more uneased as you have in the past week. Even minutes before your matches were you never this stressed.

And the main reason for it all is Alessia. The only person in the world to cause you to feel things you normally wouldn't. A blessing and a curse.

Alessia wasn't acting like herself lately, a bit distant something she never was before. Alessia, by nature, was clingy. She clung onto you like a koala does a tree, cuddles, hugs, anything to make your bodies become one, she did. Which is why, her being so distant with you was concerning.

It's been a couple of days since her behavior shifted, at first you thought it was due to the rough start of the week, you were back in camp for your next fight thus your time with Alessia was shorten, she as well was dealing with some tension at work, none she was willing to elaborate.

You figured she needed some alone time to get through.

You tried to be there when she seeked you, yet she hardly did. And you didn't want to push her during a tender time, so you let her be until she was ready. Though, that didn't stop you from actively caring about her, little things such as making her breakfast, washing her uniform, nothing excessive in your mind. Still, Alessia appreciated it all.

Curiosity spiked when she began to wear long sleeves as if it were a second skin, typically you'd brush it off, thinking she hopped on some sort of fashion trend, but the summer heat had her drenched in sweat.

Your attempts to get her into your shirts-which she loved to steal and wear-was useless. Refusing constantly, Alessia stuck to her long-sleeves. You didn't push further, despite your worry each time she went out.

The electricity bill was off the charts that month in turn to keep her cool.

Your agitation heightened when Alessia started to spend more time in the guestroom, it was odd at first considering she rarely stepped foot in the room, in the two years you've lived there.

Guests sleeping over wasn't common therefore your guestroom remained unoccupied most of the time. Not anymore now that Alessia had taken the room for herself.

Aside from the guestroom, it appeared as if you were living alone. You were the only one occupying the common spaces, Alessia nowhere to be seen unless you looked for her. Eventually, your small time together doubled down to nil.

It pained you to see Alessia isolate herself, the last time she acted in such a way was when she was coping with body issues. An unpretty chapter in Alessia's life that none of you spoke about. To prevent a defense lock if confronted, you did whatever you could to build Alessia's self-love without addressing the matter upfront.

It was a bit difficult at first since Alessia's determination to avoid you persisted. You were limited to passing compliments, soft touches, and love letters that you laid in the middle of the bed for her to read when she got home.

Your brief time didn't stop you from showering your girl with the love that she needed and deserved.

The rough week passed and Alessia semi-returned to her normal state. She went back to stealing- your shirts, a more fitting attire for the summer- and her time in the guestroom lessened. She still retreated to the room here and there for an hour or two, nothing you were too worried about now that she seemed better.

Everything was going back to place that is up until, the festival incident.

It happened on a Wednesday afternoon, you and Alessia had gotten caught in the middle of a London festival. One you were aware of too late and thanks to your ignorance, Alessia faced the consequences.

You pushed through the busy festive, pulling Alessia by hand. Bodies pressed up against each other tight spaced, trumpets and cheers blaring in your ears. Rising temper balancing on the cliff's edge as you kept trying to find an escape route, the provoking factors placed you and Alessia on the brink of disaster.

You stood at a whopping six feet using the height advantage to look for an outlet, naive to the shifts in Alessia's breathing. Behind you, Alessia felt her mind and body going haywire.

She could feel her heart beating against her chest, head whipping side to side anxiously seeking for an out. Her throat closed up at the multiple touches on her, she shut her eyes to block out her surroundings but that only made it worse as she instinctively focused on her senses.

Alessia's eyes snapped open, feeling you tug on her. She instantly found your figure, taking her all to concentrate on you. Alessia internally struggled to not think about the prying flashbacks at the back of her mind.

It fought so hard to come forward, to torture her in broad daylight, but Alessia fought harder. She tried to pinpoint the difference between then and now.

The sun was the first she identified, the sun gave her clear view of everyone and everything around her, unlike the colored lights in the dark club. Then there was you. You were the major detail that differed to Alessia, you were there to protect and love her, that's all Alessia needed.

Yet, it didn't stop the strength draining from her body, replaced by what Alessia could distinguish as emptiness. It was in her best efforts to push down the vile feelings, but it was all in vain.

You stumbled back as you felt a cease in Alessia's step. You looked over your shoulder to see her head down, her form shaking like a madman. Without thinking, you closed the distance, calling out to her, but she made no sign that she heard you.

You lifted her head, eyes gaping when Alessia's red teary eyes made contact with yours. Less than a second, you wrapped Alessia in your arms, forcibly pulling her through the crowd, recklessly pushing people out of your way.

You sighed in relief as you and Alessia finally broke free of the bustling street ducking into a small alley. You leaned up against the building, Alessia sobbed into your neck as you settled her. Tears flowed nonstop, you ran your fingers through her hair, humming to tune out the festival's band.

"Can we go home please?"

Alessia looked up at you with her big blue puffy eyes, your heart broke. Your thumb wiped away the lone tear, pecking her forehead. The answer was a no-brainer, you pulled down your hood on Alessia's head, guiding her out the alley and to a taxi, keeping her as close as possible through it all.

For the next few days, you and Alessia isolated yourselves from the world. Alessia didn't want to speak further about it and as much you wanted to, you knew better than to push. You were just glad she wasn't shutting herself in the other room like before.

And Alessia hated it, she hated that you were walking on eggshells with her. She didn't want you to treat her as if she's fragile. Alessia's strong, she knew that she believed it, so why didn't she feel like it?

Instead, she felt suffocated. Alessia began to loathe herself because of it. The constant looks over her shoulder, checking her body as if bruises will appear, it's been two weeks and she can't move on.

A concern started to brew in Alessia's mind, she feared that your relationship may be the cost of her erratic paranoia.

In attempts to salvage or drag out the inevitable, Alessia spent more time with you, she no longer went on your daily walks, but rather to sit on the balcony for her daily fresh air. You didn't mind, she knew that you only went on those walks because Alessia suggested it first, couples' cardio she said.

In all her years, Alessia didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to save herself.

Too stuck in her head to feel Kyra poking her, the Australian entertained herself jabbing the mindless blonde. Giggling when Alessia didn't flinch at the dirty towel thrown at her face.

The younger picked up her water bottle spraying at Alessia, bursting out laughing when she screeched. "Kyra! Go away!" The mischievous player dodged the towel thrown back at her, running away before Alessia could do worse.

Alessia wiped the wetness with her shirt, thankful for Kyra unintentionally pulling her out of her prisoned thoughts. Leah patted the striker's shoulder, pitiful that Alessia had been chosen to be on the end of Kyra's pranks. "So, is the hound coming next week?" Alessia's lip twitched at your alias.

"What's next week?"

"You forgot? The sporting event remember, Jona told us two months ago."

Alessia racked her brain, trying to remember the said event. Then, it hit her, it was a small thing some organization was having to spread the word of football, gain some investors, nothing Alessia wanted to do with. She shook her head, tying up her laces. "I'll skip out. Not in the mood for socializing."

Leah gave her a look, "Mate, it's mandatory. You can't get out of it." Alessia groaned, her plans to laze around with you was a bust. Alessia liked the small bubble, you and her built in your time together, and she wasn't planning on leaving it so soon. But, it looks like she didn't have a choice.

"I'll ask her."

"Is there really a point to? We all know what she's going to say."

Alessia pushed Leah, the captain grinning cheekily at her, a teasing underlining in her words. Everyone who knew you and Alessia's relationship personally knew that you'd do anything she asked.

If Alessia wanted food from a place a town a way, best be known that you're driving all the way there. If she wanted a new car, you're taking her to the dealership within the next hour. In this case, you'd be attending before you were even made aware of it.

"Okay, I'll stop with the teasing...for now. We'll see you there, oh, and it's a white-themed dress code. So, tell the missus, no black. It's not a funeral." Alessia snorted, waving to Leah as she left the locker room. The drive home was about as peaceful as one can be after a long day at work.

Alessia pulled into the lot, funny enough, catching you as you stepped out of your car with a takeaway bag. She kissed you, your favorite way to be greeted by the love of your life.

You swung her gym bag over your shoulder. "What did you get?"

"A protein bowl from that Japanese restaurant down the street and your usual."

Alessia grinned, pecking you on the cheek. "You're the best." You hummed tiredly, holding the door open for her. "I have to speak to you about something." You perked, thinking that she would finally be open about what's happening these few weeks.

"There's this thing, me and the girls are attending. It's obligated that we go but on the bright side, we can bring a plus one. So, darling will you be my plus one?"

You deflated, disappointed but smiled nonetheless. Setting the bag aside, wrapping an arm around her waist, "I would love nothing more. Now, let's eat up. I'm starving."

"It also has an all-white attire. So, no digging deep in your closet for your black suits, darling."

"Son of a bitch!"

"Damn, mami!"

Alessia fought back a smile as you exclaimed loudly, she placed her hand in your reaching one, unable to fight a growing grin any further. She squealed as you spun her, her dress flowing in the air. "You look so good. Are you trying to put me to shame?"

Alessia rolled her eyes, slapping your chest, passing over to the mirror to put on the finishing touches to her outfit. "You flatter me too much." You looked at your girlfriend through the mirror, clearly offended by her words.

"If this is too much, then I'm not doing a good job. Because my girl deserves all the compliments in the world."

You rested on her shoulder, Alessia applied her red lipstick, in your mind she did it too slowly. "You do an excellent job, my love. I can promise you that." Alessia handed you her necklace, beaming at the sight. It wasn't just any necklace, but a 23-karat diamond necklace. One of its kind, personally designed for her.

You gifted to her on your first anniversary, a token that she belonged to you, an object of your love for her.

You clipped it, staring intently as she stroked the diamonds around her neck. Alessia's eyes flickered up to you, blushing, instantly recognizing the emotion swirling in your eyes. You bowed down to kiss upon it, your gloss sticking to her neck painting it with the outline of your lips.

Alessia tilted her head to the side, eyes closing in bliss. You pulled her closer by the waist, your fingertips resting on the zipper. Alessia pulled away when she felt the dress loosen around her, "We can't." You huffed at her breathless words, drooping your forehead on her uncovered back.

"Why? No one will notice us missing."

"Kim will. She'll have me running laps next practice."

You rezip up Alessia's dress, creating some needed distance. "We can't have that now, can we? Let's get going before I rip that dress off." You led her out of the flat, focusing on the numbers as the elevator went.

Internally fighting the urge to drag Alessia back to bed and have your way with her.

You grunted, feeling the hovers of Alessia's fingers dancing across your chest as she played with the buttons on your shirt. You wore a white pantsuit, two out of five unbuttoned, revealing your cleavage and dog-tag.

You looked too good, the longer Alessia studied you, the more regret bubbled in her stomach. She jumped at the elevator chime, you chuckled removing her hand from your chest, intertwining them.

You opened the car door for her, bending down to match her height as she sat in the passenger seat. The proclaimed passenger princess. "You gone a little quiet, Less." She ignored you, texting whoever was on the other end of the line.

You mockingly pouted, "Don't be bratty with me, love. You're the one who didn't want to take one for the team and run laps." You chuckled at Alessia's silence, walking to the driver side.

You cleared your throat, sipping on a glass of bourbon. Classical music played while businesswomen and men spoke as if they'd do any actual work outside this meaningless gathering. You scanned the room; blinded by the bright white all around. Not an interesting thing in sight.

You concluded that white parties sucked, and parties hosted by old men sucked even more. Them and their greedy ass money, you grimaced as the cheap liquor coated your throat, their inability to buy a good brand irked you.

You hid away in the corner with Alessia and her team, hanging off Alessia's shoulder like a piece of meat. You had no business being there, other than being her eye candy.

Usually, you'd be talking to Katie about her newly collection of red cards that never seemed to stay consistent, but she was too busy sucking up to her girlfriend and there was no way you'll get in the middle of that.

You prepared yourself as your eyes caught Kyra walking over after being shooed off by Leah, the mischievous smirk on her lips let you know that she found her next target, you.

Kyra plopped beside you, instantly ambushing you. You smacked Kyra's prying hands, "Kyra down! Down Kyra!" The little tussle wasn't fair, you refused to remove your arm from Alessia, but even with one hand, you were stronger than Kyra.

The younger girl ignored your demands, continuing her attempts to wrangle your drink out of your possession and into her mouth. "Kyra! I'll buy you a fucking drink! For fuck sakes!" Immediately, like an obedient puppy, Kyra unlatched herself from you, hands intertwined in her lap as she smiled innocently at you.

You whispered your departure to Alessia, well aware that you were doing everyone a favor by taking Kya away. "Follow me, you brat." She trailed behind you, sticking her tongue out at Steph when the older Australian caught her shadowing you to the bar.

As you left with the little troublemaker, the atmosphere in the Arsenal corner became a little calmer. Alessia giggled At Vic's story, the Dutch dodging the slap Alessia delivered, poking fun when she missed.

Vic's laughter died down as her eyes caught on something or someone. Alessia of her own subsided, curiosity knocked on her chest as Vic's body language changed into something Alessia couldn't identify.

"Less, is that the guy from the pub a few weeks back? The one who-"

Vic couldn't bring herself to finish, the effect still remained with Alessia, it was evident to all the girls. Alessia slowly and surely began to act like herself again, but the Arsenal girls knew better. They knew better than what Alessia was leading on.

She squinted as if it would help her see better through the vast crowd, a few bodies shuffled to the side revealing the reason for her all her recent troubles.

London was a big city, the percentage of running into the same people is less than one. The world had to be playing some sick joke on Alessia, as though it wanted blood to be spilled tonight. Something Alessia's been terribly trying to avoid.

Warmth drained out her system, suddenly everything felt chilly yet sweat lingered near her hairline. Alessia struggled to allow oxygen into her lungs, head snapping left and right,desperate to find you.

Vic tried to calm her, speaking in hush tones to get Alessia's attention. But it was useless, Vic called Leah over. Despite yelling for Leah, the entire team heard the urgency in her voice.

They rushed over, huddling over Alessia's shaking figure. Leah kneeled, cupping Alessia's face in her hands, coaching her through her panic. "Less! Alessia! Breath! Mate, breath!"

You shoved Kyra when she blew in your ear, rubbing the ticklish feeling away, never have you met someone so fearless of you. Granted everyone knew you wouldn't hurt Kyra despite her annoying antics. "You little shit, I swear-"

"Are you that MMA fighter? The Bloodhound, right?"

Kyra snickered, you pursed your lips giving her a look, one that meant that you're little fued wasn't over. You turned to the man in suit, he looked like every man in the room...dull. Can no man dress to save their life?

"Yeah, what's up?"

Kyra peeked over your shoulder, wanting a look at who took your attention away from her. Dread, that's all Kyra felt at the sight of him. She couldn't forget him, the bastard that hurt her best friend, someone you didn't know existed until now.

Kyra was aware of Alessia's severe desire to keep what had happened at her birthday celebration a secret.

Steph and Caitlin practically drilled it in her mind, not to slip up when you were around. Kyra didn't expect to see him again, no one did. But, to have him up front and center talking to you freely after what he had done to Alessia, sickened Kyra.

The Aussie searched for her teammates, hoping to catch someone's eye to tell them of the presence of their number one hit list. And Kyra did, however, it wasn't as she had hoped. Laura frenetically waved her over, pointing to you urgently.

"Do you mind if we took a picture?"

Before you could answer, Kyra wasted no time, pulling you away in the direction of her team. You let Kyra do as she pleased, taking in her hurried steps and anxious expression to mind. "Kyra, what-"

"Yn!"

You rushed past those in your way, cupping Alessia's face in your hands. Deja vu hit you like a truck, red teary eyes staring deep into your soul. You placed her on your lap, coaxing her to take deeper breaths. "I'm here, baby. I'm here."

You looked at the Arsenal women for answers, their troubled aura triggered the heap of anger lying underneath your skin. "What the hell happened?"

Some stared at you and Alessia with sorrow, others avoided your eyes, looking at literally anything else.

Out of everyone, the only person who had the galls to look you in the eyes was the captain herself. "Mate, it's not for us to say." Leah glanced over to Alessia, silently telling you that if you wanted answers it would have to come for her.

Leah loved Alessia like her own sister and she couldn't watch her be destroyed by what happened and as your friend, she couldn't allow you to suffer in the dark, clueless.

"Less?"

Alessia's refusal to meet your eyes remained, your jaw clenched. You loved her with all your being, but the anger brewing was too hot to handle. Everyone knew something you didn't, something regarding Alessia, and it didn't take a genius to know that it was serious.

"Alessia." Your voice stern, you were no longer allowing Alessia's excuses to fly over your head. Alessia shook her head, "Please. Please don't make me." Your heart clenched at her pleading, deep down you didn't want to pressure her, but she left you no choice.

"Alessia, what am I missing? What are they hiding? What are you hiding?"

Alessia looked at her friends for help, at the back of her mind, she knew they couldn't. But it was worth a try. Lia nods in encouragement, something so small but so powerful for Alessia.

She cradled your jaw, leaning in your ear, unwilling to see your murderous anger spiral to what she knows will end in crime scene.

The gunners observed as your face hardened, concern switched to rage in seconds. Your brows deepened, jaw and lip tight, what caught their attention was your clenched fists. Veins popped out from your arms to the back of your hand, knuckles ready to take some action.

Alessia pulled back, caressing your pale knuckles. Her lips moved but nothing was coming out of them. You couldn't hear her begging you to not do anything, you couldn't hear her tell you she loved you. You couldn't hear anything but your blood pumping in your ears.

You abruptly stood up, bringing Alessia up with you. You passed your fiance to the nearest person, Beth. "Get her out of here." You pecked Alessia's forehead, ignoring her calls for you to come back. You head to Katie, the sole person on the team who supported violence. "Where is he?"

Wordlessly, Katie pointed him out and what do you know? It's the same dude that asked you for a photo, you scoffed at the sheer audacity of men. You pushed past Katie, sidestepping Leah's hand.

You expertly navigated through the crowd, stalking up to him. Even at a distance, you could make out his figure, he was lean and scrawny, nowhere near your built physique.

You sized him up as you approached, just in time, he turned to notice you, overlooking the smoke coming out of your ears. "Hey! Back for that pic-" His words cut with a right hook to the cheek, and in no time, he dropped to the floor.

You climbed on top of him, balling his collar in your fist, the other delivering strike after strike.

The feeling of your knuckles connecting with his jaw was exhilarating, with every punch you imagine his bones cracking. You grunted as he fought against you, but he was weak.

The first blow was enough to knock him on his back, the countless you landed after offered multiple hospitalization conditions.

You yelled as you felt hands pulling you off. You shoved the random men off you, glaring them down as they took in your physical state. "Touch me again! I'll fuck all of you up!" You momentarily forgot that this was a sports event, the people surrounding you most likely knew who you were.

You watched recognition hit them now that you were in your true form. They heed your words standing back to let you do what you were trained to do. They couldn't save a man getting beaten, but they can definitely save themselves from you.

Huffing, you quickly grabbed the bleeding man by the throat, slamming him onto the bar. The sound of glass pierced everyone's ears, but you paid it no mind. Holding his upper body against the bar, smashing his face in.

You were aware that even your worst opponents didn't get this type of treatment, he was different. He touched your girl, he hurt her, and he was going to pay for it with his life. "Why did you touch her?! Huh?!" An answerless question, you didn't want an answer.

And it wasn't like you were going to get one, the amount of blood flooding his mouth limited him aside from his faint pleas for you to stop.

That only angered you further. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" You let him fall to the floor once again, neglecting the slippery coat on your hands.

Alessia watched from afar as you mounted the stagnant body, repeatedly bashing his face. Beth tried to drag her out of the venue, but Alessia's too stubborn.

You did so much critical damage in a short span period, even from where she stood Alessia could see the blood streaks on the bar and floor. Leah took off first, Katie, Stina, and Steph following behind.

They all knew that you weren't going to let up any time soon and if you weren't stopped now. You were actually going to commit homicide.

Leah and Katie hook their arm around you, yanking you off. "That's enough! He's down!" It was a struggle for the two, you were too strong for them. Steph eventually aided in holding you back, and Stina helped push you four towards the exit.

Alessia quickly ran after you, the rest of the gooners chasing behind, unable to fight the curiosity to check the result of your wrath. When they got outside, they were met with you kicking a poor trash can into the road.

The four that dragged you out stood a safe distance away. The street bustling with dim lights and occasionally passing cars.

Alessia joined the four girls, knowing better than to interfere in your fit of rage when it was at its peak. Alessia studied your new appearance, growing breathless.

Hair ruffled; shirt wrinkled...stained with red patched. It was what Alessia was afraid of, you covered in red. You had blood splattered across your face; blood handprints swiped across your neck, your fists being the most coated.

You rubbed your hands together as if you were moisturizing, the blood quickly drying due to the cold night air. You sighed, a bit calmer now, muttering nonsense to yourself as you paced up and down the sidewalk.

Alessia took it as her cue to walk over, none of the gunners tried to stop Alessia. Wise enough to know that you would never hurt Alessia even in a foot of rage. "Baby. Baby." Her voice was soft, not to startle you.

Your wide eyes darted to her, unexpected by her presence. You were too lost in your fury to be conscious of your surroundings.

She tried to reach for you, but you retreated, shaking your head. "I'm okay, darling. You won't hurt me." You swallowed the lump in your throat, Alessia tried once more, pleased when you didn't move away.

She grabbed your hands, inspecting the cuts on your knuckles, it was hard to see but Alessia managed to pick out the open wounds.

She ignored the blood on her hands, roughly pulling you into a hug. The weighing of all these weeks came crashing down on Alessia, relief flooded her. However that relief was cut short by the sound of sirens, "We have to go! Now!"

Alessia balled the bloodied clothes, throwing them in the trash, it consisted of your entire outfit along with her dress. Its beauty gone as soon as another color tainted it.

Alessia didn't want a reminder of what happened tonight, even though it represented the degree you'd go for her. You nearly beat a man to death for her, guilt tormented Alessia.

The last thing she wanted was for you to run into problems because of her, Alessia roused from her mind upon hearing the water ceasing. Alessia walked into the bathroom, leaning against the doorway.

You sat in the tub, steam rising from the water. You held out your hand, silently offering her to join.

Alessia didn't think twice before she began stripping from her undergarments. She hissed at the heat, lowering herself deeper into the water until it reached her collarbones. Alessia rested back into you, your arms wrapped around her nude waist, burying your face in her neck.

You two sat in silence, embraced by the steam and contents of the hot water. There were no words to explain tonight, Alessia wasn't going to scold you and you weren't going to apologize. You both knew that tonight was needed for both your sanity.

When you passed Alessia over to Beth, the separation that you placed between you and her signified that you were going to do something she wouldn't like. Your attempts to get her out were for her sake, not yours. You weren't keen on her seeing the monster you become.

"I love you, you know that?"

Alessia rested her head back as you peppered kisses on her skin, her eyes fluttered open staring right in yours. Eyes that held love, more than she's ever seen in her life. "I know."

Alessia didn't need to say those three magic words back, you knew, you always knew. What you need to know is that if she knew. If she knew that you loved her more than the world could imagine.

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Those Eyes - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Those Eyes - Dean Winchester Part 3

Words: 3,394

Relationship: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language. Angst, Sexual Tension, Choking, Dom-Sub, Fingering, Hair-pulling, Spanking.

Taglist: @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @pycobutterpie @deans-queen @suckitands33 @pizzagirlxnsfwx @seasoning-spam @cxmitrbl

Part 1 - Part 2

Haha, just realised that every GIF I've used for these parts have all had him licking his lips. I didn't realise before this that I had a thing for it, outing myself haha 😳💜

Goosebumps formed on my body as his right hand found my waist, I gasped softly at the contact. He smirked as he looked over my body, his hand rubbing a path up my chest, between my breasts and to my neck. I bit my lip, his eyes catching the movement and smirking as he recognised my weakness to his hand on my neck. My knees felt weak as his smirk grew evil. He gripped my neck, squeezing the sides softly to restrict blood flow but not affecting my breathing. I gasped, as he moved closer to me. His lips were less than an inch from mine as he looked into my eyes.

"If you lock that door tonight, there will be hell to pay, got it?" He asked, his lips ghosting over mine. I internally begged for him to kiss me, his lips touching mine and taunting me wasn't enough, I needed to taste his lips, his tongue. All of him. I need it! I nodded quickly as he raised an eyebrow at me, clearly wanting an answer. He smirked softly before his eyes narrowed on me. His grip tightened slightly, I bit my bottom lip, eyes rolling back as I tried controlling my breathing. "Food is waiting for us, you have three minutes to get dressed or you're wearing nothing," He instructed, releasing my neck and stepping back. I gulped as I looked at him. As good as being naked with Dean sounds, I don't think Sam would be pleased. "You're wasting time," He added. I pulled myself back to reality, stepping away to hurry to my clothes. Grabbing the first things I could find to put on.

I threw on my joggers, stumbling slightly as I noticed Dean just watching me dress. Still staying true to his words, looking at me like he wanted to eat me. I believed he couldn't actually be able to look at me that way but somehow he has proven me wrong. I reached for the first cotton fabric I touched, yanking it out of the bag and throwing it on. I looked down as I pulled my shirt down, I was wearing black joggers with a bleached flower design on the sides and a black tank top that was maybe one size too tight but my go-to shirt to show off my boobs and get free drinks in the bars.

I snickered to myself as I realised that Dean had to play pool to earn money for drinks, working hard for it and all I had to do was walk around with flesh showing.

I turned around, flashing Dean a smile as I looked at him. He took his time looking up at my body to meet my eyes. He released his bottom lip from between his teeth to smile at him. Something about the moment felt wholesome to me. I began remembering how I had fallen for Dean. His smile, his positive energy. Sam always complained that he was angry and secretly hated himself but all I could see was a ray of light and joy. Sam and I could never agree on the topic.

Dean's eyes quickly shifted to wanting to eat me, and I felt my neck muscles tighten. "You're going to wear a tank top with no bra?" He asked menacingly. I bit my lip a little nervously. Dean smirked as he advanced towards me. He lifted my chin to look up at him as he looked down on me with dark eyes and that sexy smirk. "Perfect, I'm going to be able to watch your nipples harden when you look at me," His voice was deep and felt like satin. He lowered his lips closer to mine, our noses touching as he used my lips as a microphone. "You know, you still have about a minute," He added, smirking as he watched the thoughts behind my eyes.

We still have a minute, are we going to make out before we have to go to the food? God, I wish he would just hurry up and kiss me.

"I want to use this minute to know what is off limits." He explained slowly, my eyebrows furrowed slightly but Dean smirked. He moved his hand from my chin to pull my hair slightly. I bit my bottom lip as I moaned softly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "Is hair pulling okay?" He asked slowly. I quickly nodded as I peered back into his gorgeous green eyes. His hand found my neck. I gasped as he choked me softly. "Is choking okay?" I nodded instantly. He smirked, holding back a chuckle. I smirked at his reaction.

He left goosebumps on my skin, his fingers releasing my neck, slowly trailing down my right breast, over my hardened nipple, across my stomach and playing just beneath the waistband of my joggers. I held my breath in anticipation of his touch.

"Is touching okay?" He smirked, watching my deep breathing as my heart rate quickened. I nodded quickly. I practically whimpered as he moved his hand back.

I gasped as he suddenly pushed and pulled me to move me. I caught my breath as he positioned me in front of him, chest on the bed and my ass against his crotch. I bit my lip as he pushed his hips into mine. "Can I drag you around?" He asked, satisfaction in his tone. I nodded quickly. I bit down harder on my lip as he slapped my ass a little harshly. "Spanking?" I glanced back to see him smile as I nodded my head again. He leaned forward, grabbing both of my wrists and slowly moving them behind my back, my chest pushing into the bed. Dean held my wrists in one large hand. "Restraints?" He asked, I nodded again. "God, we might need more than a minute to find something off-limits," He commented with a chuckle. I smiled at his adorableness, it's such Dean's fashion to make a joke during such a serious situation. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at him. Damn him for being so cute. "Stand up," He instructed. Not as much harshness to his tone as before. I followed instructions, standing up and turning in his arms to face him. "Kissing?" He asked slowly, he admired my lips as his hand found my check. I gulped as I nodded slowly. I closed my eyes as he leaned in. His lips barely touching mine, I leaned in softly. "We have to go but we're finishing this later," He whispered against my lips. I froze, rolling my eyes slightly at the denial.

"Promise?" I tempted, biting my lip as his eyes devoured me. It was his turn to nod quickly. I smirked seeing that I also have control over Dean. Maybe this isn't just one-sided, maybe he also has a weakness to me. I sucked my teeth slightly as an idea occurred to me. I smirked knowing I had to find the courage to try it.

"Lady's first," He instructed, gesturing with his hand towards the door. I smiled gratefully following his directions, I groaned slightly as he slapped my ass. I glanced back as I walked, his smirk filled out his cheeks as he took large steps to open the door for me.

"Thank you," I smirked, waiting and smiling as Dean smacked my ass again. He chuckled as he walked beside me.

We walked into Sam distributing the food onto the coffee table as he watched the TV. He glanced up at us with a smile. We all watched TV as we ate, occasionally commenting on the movie but mainly relaxing after quite a drive this morning and then working on the case. Dean and I would make eye contact but usually, it was stealing glances.

After a while, Dean must have gotten bored with the movie and decided to watch me instead. I clenched my thighs together instinctively as his eyes watched me intently. I took a second to compose myself before committing to the idea I had earlier. I have proof that I affect Dean as well, might as well test out the extent. I sucked my teeth, mentally preparing myself before looking at Dean. He smirked once we made eye contact. I bit my lip, looking him up and down, no longer hiding the fact I love to check him out. He's just too hot not too.

He looked surprised when my eyes met his again. He gulped, nervousness seeming to creep onto his features. I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, his eyes watched my lips intently as his breath quickened. I smirked a little wider now understanding why Dean loved to mess with me and get me flustered. I grew wetter and more confident as I watched him. He took a deep breath, his eyes moving down to my breasts. He practically growled as he realised his breath. I smirked as Sam looked at him confused.

"You good?" Sam asked, clearly concerned by the noise. I bit back a chuckle.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, I watched as he struggled to take his eyes off me. I smirked, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing as Sam looked at him like he was crazy and went back to watching the movie.

"Anyone want a beer?" I asked, purposely leaning forward to put something on the coffee table. I smirked as I could feel Dean's eyes on my cleavage. Though I looked innocent, placing something on the table, Dean and I both knew it was purposeful.

What's the point in having boobs if not for Dean to gawk at?

The boys both agreed to a beer, I stood, Dean's eyes watching my every move. I smirked as I swayed my hips temptingly as I walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, now out of sight of the boys. I took the time to take a deep breath to compose myself and fan of some of the cold air from the fridge onto my burning skin. I heard shuffling around and peeking around the corner. Dean was collecting the trash from food, something that was usually done by Sam.

"Thanks," Sam commented, slightly confused as Dean grabbed Sam rubbing. I hurried to grab the beers out and put them on the counter. Dean's only clearing up so he can join me in the kitchen.

"Turn it up, I don't want to miss it," Dean commented, I bit my lip as the volume of the movie went up. I focused on slowly opening the beers, purposely taking my time to be alone with Dean. Dean practically threw the trash on the counter beside me, I gasped as he grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around to face him. I smirked preparing myself to have snarky remarks and teasing words but the words never fell from his lips.

His hand found my neck, the other on my waist. He rushed to kiss me, his lips crashing onto mine as he squeezed my neck slightly. I hurried to kiss him back, the months of anticipating this moment making the kiss all the more needy. His tongue entered my mouth as our lips moved in sync. I snaked my arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to my thighs, pulling me up to sit me on the kitchen counter. I gasped against his lips, his mouth hungry for me as he pulled my body against his. His lips felt like electricity and tasted exactly how I'd hoped.

He held the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he grabbed my ass. I moaned softly, my need for him multiplying by tenfold. He smirked against my lips, and a hand found my hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled it slightly to disconnect our lips. I breathed heavily as he glared at me. My lips felt bruised from the force we were kissing, his lips begged to be kissed again. I whimpered as I bit my lip. Watching as he smirked, his eyes devouring me. I quivered internally. I gasped as his left hand trailed down my waist, I held my breath as his hand ventured into the waistband of my joggers. Dipping inside to draw patterns on my hip bone. I gulped, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"You're going to go back." He explained slowly, his hand teasingly inching towards my wetness. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes met his. I breathed deeply as his fingers circled my clit. He pulled on my hair a little harder. "You're going to say goodbye and go to your room," He continued, I nodded quickly gulping as his fingers circled my clit slowly. "You're going to leave your door unlocked and wait for me naked on the bed," He bit his lip as his fingers slid down, and he groaned quietly. "Fuck, you're so wet," He seemed to wince before he pulled me back to his lips. Kissing his lips hungrily before he pushed two fingers inside me. He used his tongue to silence my moans. Once his fingers were as deep as he could get them he curled them inside me, pushing on the spot that made my hips automatically rotate against him. He smirked against my lips. His tongue danced with mine before he bit my bottom lip. Pulling back a little to look me deep in my eyes. My breath quivered as his fingers were relentless. He released my bottom lip, breathing heavily as he admired me. His eyes have never looked so hungry.

He breathed heavily, seeming to just be enjoying kissing me and fingering me. I bit my lip, whining slightly that I had to remain silent, something I was majorly struggling with.

"Fuck, I can't wait," He growled, his lips back on mine, tongue entering my mouth instantly. I moaned against him, his fingers moving faster, practically begging for me to cum on his hand. I clenched my thighs together, the familiar feeling of building up churned my insides. He pulled my neck closer, the kiss more needy as his lips moved with mine as if they had kissed for years. His tongue expertly dominated mine as my mind clouded with the thought of sitting on his face, his tongue working on my pussy just like how he was kissing me.

He pulled back, lips instantly finding my neck as I held my head back, giving him full access to me. He made out with my neck, his fingers finding a fast rhythm that made cuming hard to avoid. I bit my lip, silencing myself as he bit my neck.

"Biting, okay?" He whispered breathlessly. I nodded quickly. He grinned against my neck before biting on my neck between kisses. I breathed heavily. My muscles tightened as my mouth dropped open, God, I want to moan so loudly but I have to be quiet, he's still messing with me. My eyes rolled back as I gulped. A powerful orgasm is just seconds away.

"Dean," I practically whimpered.

"I know, baby." He spoke softly as his lips quickly found mine, his tongue entering my mouth to silence me. His fingers curled a little faster, pushing deeper inside me. I wanted to scream. The feeling of such intense pleasure and knowing it was Dean pleasing me, only made the orgasm harder to postpone. "Cum for me, baby," He spoke against my lips. A small moan escaped my mouth before his tongue silenced me. I breathed through my nose as the orgasm hit me like a train. His fingers worked harder through my orgasm, prolonging it as he kissed me deeply. He seemed to listen to my breathing, slowing his pace as my orgasm subsided.

My brain turned to mush as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. His lips leaving mine to bite his bottom lip, his eyes watching mine closely as he sucked his fingers clean. Moaning quietly as his eyes rolled back at the taste. I practically gawked at his reaction, my breath stumbling to leave my chest. He opened his eyes, desire riddling them without doubt. He pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, he raised an eyebrow at me as he moved his fingers closer to me. I opened my mouth as I stuck my tongue out. He groaned softly at the action. He pushed his fingers into my mouth slowly. Watching intently as I didn't flinch the deeper his fingers got. He bit back a moan as his knuckles reached my lips.

"I hope you slept well last night, you're going to need as much energy as you can," He commented, his voice deep with desire. His fingers quietened my moan. He slowly pulled them out. I sucked my juices from them before they left my mouth. Dean's breath quickened. "Fuck," He growled, his eyes darkening before his hand gripped my neck. His lips hovering in front of mine. "Wait in your room," He instructed before kissing me. I hurried to taste him more, knowing I would have to stop kissing him only made me crave him more. He seemed to melt into my lips, clearly not wanting to stop kissing me either. He seemed to find some self-control as he pulled back, breathing heavily and glaring at me with lust-filled eyes. "Don't even say goodbye, I can't wait that long." He instructed his lips finding mine again. He grabbed my ass with both hands. Pulling me off of the counter and holding me against him. He slowly walked to the door, still out of Sam's sight as he kissed me. His tongue pushed my tongue aside as he seemed to lose all his self-control and pushed my back against the wall. His hips pushed into mine as he squeezed my ass a little tighter.

I moaned against his lips, his throbbing erection pushing against me, driving me crazy to feel him inside me, to taste more of his skin.

"What are you doing?" Sam called into the kitchen. I gasped, forgetting Sam was here but Dean didn't care to stop kissing me straight away. His lips moved from mine to my neck. I rested my head against the wall, biting my lip to silence my moan. His hips pushed into me again.

"Y/N's going back to her room," Dean explains, his voice slightly muffled by my neck.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, concern in his tone and I knew I had to reply. God, I don't think I can. Dean smirked against my neck.

"Yeah," My voice trembled as Dean purposely pushed into me again. I glared at him as he smirked. He moved back, lips hovering over mine as he grinned triumphantly. My breathing halted as his unquivering strength continued to hold me up. His eyes watched my lips intently, clearly wanting to kiss me again. I never want him to stop kissing me.

"Okay," Sam spoke uneasily. Obviously unconvinced by my answer. Dean smirked as he remained close to me.

"I'm going to just head out, see you tomorrow," I explained, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He smirked as he slowly kissed me. It took my breath away, he was kissing me like he was in love with me, not like he was desperate to fuck me. The passion and meaning made my insides churn. The kiss alone was enough to remind me exactly why I had fallen for him before he started teasing me.

"See you tomorrow," Sam called back. Dean smiled against my lips, moving slowly as he pulled away. His eyes made my knees weak. He smiled at me as he placed me down. Holding onto me as I straightened up, making sure not to let go as my legs were shaking from the orgasm. He leaned in, lips ghosting my ear. Breath fanning my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," He whispered, his lips kissing my cheek before pulling back to smile at me. He seemed so innocent and sincere. I gulped, nodding softly as he grinned. He kissed me again before stepping back. Opening the door for me and slapping my ass while I walked out. I giggled to myself as he closed the door behind me.

I practically ran to my room, anticipation riding my skin.

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kennedyalike · 2 years ago

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won’t you be a good boy for me?

leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags: vaginal fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, smut, femdom, sub!leon, handcuffs, teasing

summary: basically you handcuff leon and make him beg for your pussy 😊

word count: 1,5k~

”Don’t do that.” He chuckles under his breath as he yanks on the handcuffs he has on, desperate to get out. ”Do what?” You ask while holding out on the biggest smirk of your life. He sighs and looks away in annoyance and you almost feel bad for him. ”You know what you’re doing, babe.” He says as he looks back at you, fixing his posture when he settles himself.

You look down at the blonde who nervously fiddles with the edge of the handcuffs. The corners of your mouth slightly upturned, you lift one leg up slowly on his shoulder so that your skirt rides up a little. Your eyes never leave his face and his eyes never leave your thighs. A low groan is heard from the man as he looks away in annoyance again. ”Fuck, just stop teasing me!” He snickers and his eyes find your crotch again.

You giggle and he thinks you’re completely evil, teasing him like this. Dressed so nicely on the bed, a little gift that he wants to unwrap so bad. Too bad his hands are cuffed to the bedframe. ”Tell me what you want, Leon.” He wasn’t very used to being the submissive one, but you swore you’d get him to beg like he made you. ”You know what I want. Don’t play with me.”

Your smirk widens as you slowly lift your leg off his shoulder again, he carefully watches your movements in silence as your foot moves from his shoulder, to his chest, to his stomach, to his thighs and gosh, he thinks you’re absolutely beating around the bush until your leg finally reaches his crotch. He’s still cuffed to the bed and unable to move but he watches with a lustful gaze and slightly parted lips as your foot slightly rubs his huge erection through his joggers.

His pride wants to hold back and make you submit to him, but he is close to giving in. You were too much. The short skirt, lacy panties and a matching bra with lacy thigh highs? He wanted to just pound you all night and make you cry on his cock, but you had other plans. You giggle again as you rub his erection, legs spread right infront of him on the bed. Leon can’t hold back the whimper that leaves his mouth when you touch his cock. ”Ah- Shit…” He blushes slightly and continues moaning softly.

A couple more touches and he’s bucking his hips up, trying to get more friction. ”More…don’t stop.” He whines as he closes his eyes momentarily. It’s working. You pull your foot away from him and he sighs in dissapointment. You smile at him and he shakes his head. ”You need to tell me what you want, Lee..” You coo to him as you lay on the bed, straight infront of him.

He watches in silence again but you can see the submissiveness slowly getting into him. He tugs on the handcuffs a little. ”Mm-mm. You’re not gonna get out of those just yet.” You tease as you settle yourself right infront of him. You bring your legs over his thighs as you lay there. He looks down at you and licks his lips. ”Stop that shit.” He whines as he looks at you hungrily.

You spread your legs to him and hold eye contact seductively. Your hands start roaming your body, they go behind your back and unhook your bra, it falls to the side, exposing your bare tits to Leon. His breath hitches as he bites his lip slightly. Your fingers are darting by until they reach the perk of your tits, you caress yourself with both hands and let out a small soft moan while looking at Leon. He groans as he looks at you.

You continue letting out small moans as you touch yourself, teasing your hardened nipple between two fingers as you arch your back. ”Fuck…L-let me touch you.” He whines again and you only smirk, hands moving to pull down your skirt. ”You gotta be nicer, Lee.” Your mocking tone made Leon sigh again as he tugged at the cuffs.

Now just in underwear in front of him you start to dip your hand into your dampened panties. ”So wet f’ you…” You mumble as you push your fingers into your heat, gathering the slick and starting to rub small circles on your clit. You squirm and moan infront of him while pumping your fingers in and out of yourself. He licks his lips again as he looks at your fingers buried in your cunt. ”Leon-Hh…” You moan softly and look at him through half closed lids.

Leon looks almost desperate as he’s still worthlessly tugging at the cuffs. You look down at his crotch and chuckle under your breath when you see a small wet spot in his pants, his hard cock straining though the fabric of the joggers. ”Baby, please.” He whines. ”Please..”

”Please what, Leon?”

He stays in silence for a second, pondering his next move.

”Come on, won’t you be a good boy for me?”

”Please, uncuff me.. ’need your pussy. Need to fuck you.” He mumbles as a slight flush washes over his face. You just chuckle at him and pull your fingers out of yourself. You lift yourself to sit on the bed, you caress his face slowly and kiss him. He hungrily kisses you back and your hand moves to his crotch. You stroke his erection through the fabric. While kissing, you can feel him trying to hump into your hand, letting out groans and small moans into the mess of the kiss. You smile when you pull yourself from the kiss.

Your hands quickly move to uncuff Leon slowly. Time feels like it has stopped for him when he sighs and mumbles small pleases and begs for you. You feel proud of yourself and feel like you have to uncuff him now. (Or maybe you just need his cock so bad and couldn’t wait anymore.)

As soon as his hands are free he launches at you, pins you to the bed and starts hungrily kissing, sucking and biting your neck, chest, collarbones, tits, stomach. Usually he would take his time but now, he’s like a hungry animal thats devouring you, and you love it. ”Well aren’t you eager?” You giggle between the kisses and Leon just ignores you, already pulling off his joggers as you spread your legs for him.

As soon as he’s naked, he’s quickly on top of you again, hands are everywhere and he’s smitten like a kitten when he whimpers into your ear while grabbing your thigh, trying to settle himself between. ”Please, baby. Need to fuck you..Please. Let me fuck you? I-” You hush him with a kiss and he returns it, like an unspoken agreement, he lines himself up with a few pumps and starts pushing into you.

You both moan into the kiss and he starts thrusting into you at a rough pace, quickly you wrap your arms around his neck for support. ”Oh fuck-Ngh- Ah! Please…Hah… so-” He moans into your ears while rutting his hips into yours. The lewd sounds fill the room and you think you’re in heaven when your pussy walls clench around him, hearing him like this drives you crazy. ”I’ll be a good boy- Fuck! Ah- So good, baby.” He’s yours. Fully. Your good boy.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #leon s kennedy smut #re4 leon #resident evil #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #smut #resident evil 2

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theplottdump · 1 year ago

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ＳＩＤＥＰＬＯＴＴ - ＰＵＲＥＨＥＤＯＮＩＳＭ - PART 2 🔞 - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍 -

heat level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (It's Smut with a Plot) content warnings: simdick, choking, graphic depictions of gay sex, I'm literally warning you now!!

Forward: This scene is something that I wanted to write anyway for the main plott eventually, and the PG-13 parts will end up popping up again in the main storyline - but for Valentines smut sake I thought it would be fun to jump ahead and take way farther than reasonably necessary. Godspeed. Don't say I didn't warn you.

PART ONE: ( The One with the Plott, Rating PG ) PART TWO: ( The One with the Smut, Rating R )

~ continued from part 1 ~

Leanne nodded a goodnight to her boys and left the room as wordlessly as she entered it. They might have taken the time to actually notice her departure if their eyes weren't fiercely locked on one another, both mentally preparing for the battle to come.

"Valerian, you're overreacting again." "Kindly explain how." "You're sure you want to do this right now?" "I'm not afraid of you darling."

Ask any couple about the secret to a long happy relationship and they'll likely explain the importance of communication and compromise. Sure, the two had their fair share of arguments and disagreements over the years, especially when it came to raising their baby girl-

-but they communicated and compromised just as much as any successful normal domestic relationship.

The only caveat: their communication and compromise skills often presented themselves in more… explosive manner.

And it was at this point as Chad studied Val's practiced stony expression that an idea started to take shape.

Tonight, he wasn't going to compromise. Oh no, Tonight he was going to 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Chad rested his forehead against Val's temple, looking up at him like a fox playing with it's next meal.

"We don't have to make it into a big deal, just some friends and family on the beach." "I don't have friends."

"You'd get to dress up, Sexy lil suit, Sunny can be our flower girl... I'd only have a few demands."

"Demands?" Val studied him, attempting to predict his partner's next move. It was like a mental game of chess, but if all the pieces spelled out 'this man is going to eat you.'

“I want a cake animation that doesn't work, flowers we forget to use-“ “Okay, fine.” “I want to try that mod that lets HANSEL walk down the aisle with a bouquet” “Maybe.” "And I want Poppy there." "No." "I want 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 to walk me down the aisle." "I said no."

Chad snaked his arms around Valerian's waist, pulling him to his hips, effectively closing any distance between them that might have led Val to believe he was getting out of this easily.

"I believe is what you actually meant to say is 'Yes Chad. Whatever you want my darling.'"

"You're delusional if you think I'm going to let that woman anywhere near my happiness. She would just poison it like she poisons everything good in her life." "You're just mad because she read you like a book. I do the same thing Val." "Yes, but I actually like you."

"Mmm, yes, I can tell." Chad slowly starting to grind his hips against Val's thigh, slipping two fingers into the waistband of his joggers and giving them a quick 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱.

Val's eyes darkened again as they fought, rain against fire- Chad smile grew as he observed his favorite little cracks starting to form on Val's evil mask of concentration.

Yes, the Agent decided, this was going to be quite fun for him indeed.

"You're being ridiculous-" "Then tell me to stop." Any lightness in Chad's tone had been completely lost, leaving only a deep predatory growl in its place.

Val raised a hand to protest, his partner snatching it from the air without breaking eye contact, holding him close. Chad continued on in his low growl, "But know this 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. If you concede, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗻."

"Those rules hardly seem fair."

Val's demeanor had retained it's cool quality so far, but the cracks in his facade were growing deeper and more fractured. Through the gaps between the pieces, Chad could see his beautifully soft overgrown edgelord, and feel the prize for all his coercing stiffen against his leg.

He slowly brought Val's captured wrist to his lips, keeping a dedicated eye on the man's face. Chad wanted to watch his favorite part of their little dance. Mouth met it's target as tongue tasted heartbeat- villainous mask falling to the ground, leaving Val vulnerable once more.

His heart, which Val professed died long ago, was beating deliciously faster than the man wanted to let on. Persona broken, Chad earned an involuntary shiver from his beautiful, overzealous, and positivity fucked supervillain.

"Oh my love, you know I never play fair."

( concluded on Pillowfort - explicit content ahead 🔞 )

#sim spice #side plott #valerian plott #chad chinsley #spice level: absolutely fucked

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prodbyton · 9 months ago

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oh my god but IMAGINE anton’s been away on tour and you’ve been rlly missing him, feeling needy for him but he can’t help so you just don’t bother bc you can’t feel good without him whether it’s his touch or his voice :( one night he’s all alone as he decided to go swimming in the hotel pool and he tells you to be ready after he’s done so you get ready to call, wearing pretty lingerie for him. when you call he’s in awe of how beautiful you are (not that he didn’t already know!) and he’s just praising you so much!!! and god did he look good too, he was wearing a tight t-shirt which showed off his body and grey joggers which lowkey made u go insane but ANYWAY he starts giving you instructions, first telling you to play with your tits and eventually telling you to touch yourself for him as he tells you what he’d do to you, the contrast between the dirty words and his soft voice driving you insane. he’d praise you so much too being like “you’re so pretty for me”, “that’s a good girl, do as i say” and more. and when you’d be close he’d talk you through it while you were close to tears from the pleasure he was giving you, even from far away. and when you came for him he’d laugh softly and say i’m so proud of you, my pretty girl” and would tell you how to look after yourself after. he’s just so sweet i’m going INSANEEEEE - 🌷

oh gosh 🫦🤫

he would be so sweet but so evil, like propping his camera up so you could see all of him and telling you to do the same, he’s touching himself but under his clothes so you cant see him. he’s giving you instructions on how to touch yourself, controlling the speed of your touches while his voice rings through your ears. it makes you lightheaded almost, he looks so good with his face flushed and his red ears, mouth open slightly with his eyes glossed over. he’d make you edge yourself, when you were close he’s telling you to move your fingers off your clit to play with your nipples for him, watching the way you tremble and clench around nothing.

once he lets you cum he’s so sweet, praising you and making sure you take care of yourself after, even orders you food and stays on the phone with you until you fall asleep <3

#toniiswrld 💌#riize hard hours #toniiswrld☆hard hours #anton hard hours #toniiswrld༄🌷anon

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Platonic Yandere Ror fam when their beloved child gets kidnapped.

First of all, if someone was stupid enough to kidnap Y/N, they had a death wish when they first started to plot this evil scheme. I’m going to go for a more spur of the moment type of decision.

-You had been at the park with your massive family, wanting to feed the ducks, standing with Goll who was kneeling beside you while the other members of your massive family was nearby, keeping an eye on you.

-The park was mostly empty, beside some other families with young children, a few joggers and dog walkers, and a man who was whistling down the walking path.

-Your cup of grapes was empty first and you beamed up at Goll who stood, holding out your hand, “C’mon Y/N, lets go tell sister Brunnhilde about the ducks!” you beam up at her, nodding and take off with her jogging behind you.

-Your laughter filled the air and your family, who was relaxing on a giant picnic basket, looked up to see the two of you running over, laughing and smiles appear on their faces.

-The whistling man noticed you as well, as you were crossing the walking bath and he only saw Goll and he instantly charged, snatching you up and took off running.

-More than twenty voices called out your name and the man turned, seeing the small army that was your family, running after him, many had weapons drawn.

-You had been shocked and looked up, seeing a stranger and instantly tears well in your eyes and you start crying.

-The man yells down at you, “Shut up!” which only makes you cry louder.

-Red glints appear in the eyes of your family and the man turns his head, panicking as many of them are gaining on him.

-He runs into a brick wall and you are snatched from his hands, safe and sound and the man turns to look up at the furious Lu Bu, who was holding you up closer to his head, letting your arms wrap around his neck as you cried, murder in his eyes.

-Your grip on Lu Bu didn’t lessen, which annoyed him only slightly, as he wanted to beat down this bastard who thought it was a good idea to try and take you right in front of them.

-His arms wrapped around you as he walked away as the beat down was about to commence, Thor giving him only a small look to tell him to take you away from the scene, not wanting to taint your eyes with this violence.

-Lu Bu asked you to show him the ducks and you calmed down after he took a seat next to the water, you sniffled a bit, trying to stop your tears, as you pointed out the different ducks, the different colors and patterns they had.

-When the others arrived back to you and Lu Bu, after they went and washed the blood from their hands, Loki grinned brightly, “Y/N~ do you want ice cream?”

-Your eyes turned into stars as the two of you cheered and he grabbed you, having you sit on his shoulders and he took off running to the ice cream parlor you frequented with the others following behind, many of them still angry that you had nearly been taken, but were calmer than before, having let out some steam.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror loki

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the1975attheirverybest · 2 years ago

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Netflix And Chill

A/N: This is part 1 of fwb Matty. Dipping my toes a bit more into dom!Matty to see if we like it. Let me know what you think / what future installments should include! Happy reading!

Warnings: smut, smoking, drinking.

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Matty opened the door, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Oh, hey." He gave her a nod, smoke blowing off his mouth as he spoke. "Come in." He turned around leading the way inside.

"Umm...a little help here?" she stumbled into the entryway hauling several heavy bags in with her.

"Oh, right...what's all this anyway?" Matty grabbed the pizza box from her and helped her take off her coat.

"I brought food! oh, and snacks... and weed." she explained. " The rest is just work stuff." She kicked off her shoes and followed him into the kitchen.

"I see, so you've come here to get laid." He looked back at her, smiling mischievously. "I appreciate a woman who comes baring gifts."

"Oh, shut up." she rolled her eyes. "I was just filming on location not too far away from here. Thought you might wanna hang out? Any plans tonight?"

She finally looked at him head to toe and realized that maybe her question was pointless. He was in his joggers and tee, his hair looking like it hadn't been brushed since he got out of bed this morning. He certainly didn't look like he had any plans.

"Nah. Just watching some Netflix." He nodded in the direction of his living room, where the tv could be heard mumbling faintly.

"real Netflix or, like, Matty Netflix?"

He giggled loudly as he reached for a bottle of wine and a bottle opener.

"Well, I have my answer I guess."

"Bro! I promise it's interesting! Docu-series on 70s industrialism."

"Knowing you, you've even gone wild and pulled out a notepad and some pens. Takin' notes, too." she teased.

"I've done no such thing...take note on my phone now."

She waited for him to turn his back towards her, as he reached for two glasses from the cupboard, and then snuck behind him to swat at his bum.

"Oi!" he jumped, startled.

She did her signature evil giggle, waiting for him to let his guard down again only to repeat her action.

"Woman!" he yelled out. "You're playin' a dangerous game. I've got glass here!"

"Oh, relax, Matty. You've got a cute butt. Nothing to be embarrassed about." she laughed.

"Jesus, at least wait until we get through dinner, first..." Matty shot her a silly look as he rounded the corner to open the pizza box.

"I- was simply making an aesthetic observation about your ass. you're the one who sexualized it."

"Are you sayin' you didn't come here for sex tonight?"

"I- mean....as long as you're offering..."

He shook his head, "horny!"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that. But only because it's a bit true..."

***

The pizza now demolished, along with the wine bottle and half the candy that she'd brought, she looked away from the tv, turning towards Matty. She wanted him to initiate but he looked far too engrossed in the documentary, his brows furrowed, his gaze glued to the screen. She had to get his attention somehow.

she leaned on him, her elbow nudging his side. She couldn't hold back the laugh when he gasped, the gesture taking him by surprise.

"Oh, really?" he shot back, nudging her in return.

soon, their not-so-subtle game turned into a full wrestling match. She jumped on top of him, sitting and crossing her legs on top of his torso to keep him pinned down. Matty's hands attempted to reach for her, but she blocked him, and yelled out "Ha! I win!" slapping his face lightly. "I'm stronger than you! I knew it!"

"pfft. Baby, I let you win."

"Nobody like a sore loser, Matty." she batted her eyes at him. "It's okay. just admit that you're weak. No judgement. this is a safe space."

Matty laughed. "I'll show you who's weak."

He reached his arms behind her to keep her from falling off of him as he stood up and carried her out of the living room, rushing up the stairs into the bedroom. "You want strength? let's go." he whispered.

***

"Now, what should I do with you?"

Matty towered over her as she laid on the bed, on her back, in just her underwear. The shift in mood was palpable. The loose and relax Matty from moments ago was gone. His eyes darkened with lust and secret intentions. The bluntness of his look made her breathless, a slight shiver running down her spine.

He stepped away momentarily, returning with a tie in hand, and reaching for her wrists. "test it for me. Too tight?"

The thing about Matty is that he always made sure she was safe and comfortable. Even as he planned to destroy her body.

"N-no. All good here."

"You know your safe words. Use them if you need to, yeah?"

She nodded, swallowing harshly.

She felt the dent in the bed as he jumped on, leaning into her for a kiss. There it was. the feeling that she'd waited for all day. His soft lips on hers, the tickle of his hair against her skin, his hands grabbing her waist, squeezing harshly. she felt her will weaken already, letting him take the reins. It was embarrassing, this effect he had on her. but she couldn't care less.

She whined when he pulled away, moving to reach for his face, only to be reminded that hands were tied above her head. Matty watched her arms struggle against the restraints and clicked his tongue. "Don't be greedy, now."

She gave him a pout and her best begging eyes, but Matty only laughed and shook his head. "That doesn't work on me. You're gonna have to try harder."

"I hate you." she mumbled, unthinkingly. But Matty made sure she knew who she was talking to. He wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to cause her some discomfort. He grinned, his face inches away from hers. "Wanna say that again, Darlin'?"

Her eyes widened, her breath getting caught in her throat, literally. She shook her head.

"That's right." Satisfied with the attitude shift, Matty let go of her neck. "let me give you a real reason to hate me." He dipped his head low, leaving a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down her body, all the way to the waistband of her underwear.

When he didn't take them off right away, she thrusted her hips up into the air, whining.

"What?" Matty pretended to be clueless.

"Please?"

"Please what?" He couldn't help but smile at her desperation, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

"Touch me? Please?"

he ran a finger along her underwear, over the fabric, the motion making her jolt.

"yes- more please?"

"well, since you're being so polite..." Matty rubbed small circles over her clothed crotch, making her hips move in tandem.

"mhm, yeah, please don't stop! That- ah- that's good..."

Matty kept up his motions, watching her carefully, almost caught up in how hot she looked, shamefully chasing the feeling of pleasure in her body. Just when her hips started losing rhythm as she built up to a release, he took his hand away, leaving her hanging.

"FUCK! NO! What did you- whyyy." she cried out, frustrated rage and a slight bit of embarassment bubbling in her chest. "Please! Matty, please- I- I was so close! I need-"

her pleas were interrupted by Matty's fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling her underwear down her legs, taking it off.

He ducked his head down, settling between her legs. "be good and cum on my tongue."

She had hardly any time to object, her self-conscious worries squashed away by the feeling of his tongue against her hot skin making her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Oh shit, you're g-goooddd at- this" she blurted out, feeling his hot breath as he giggled in response. He couldn't help the slight turn on, his own hips pushing against the mattress before he re-focused.

"Oh, Matty, I- Uh- I'm gonna cum."

He squeezed her hip for encouragement, his mouth staying right where it is. All she needed to do was let go, her legs shaking and squeezing around his head as he held her through it.

When he came up for breath, Matty's lips and chin glistened. He smiled at her, a satisfied look in his eyes.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "mmm. You taste good."

"it's okay, we're not dating; you don't have to say stuff like that to me."

He chuckled. "and people say I'm brutal." He moved to sit by her side and began to untie her wrists. "seriously, though, you do taste good." Once her hands were freed, he placed a quick kiss to her cheek, leaving her a speechless, blushing mess. "You feeling alright?"

"Uh-i'm feeling...empty." she sat up, moving her stiff wrists and crawling towards him. "Can I take those off?" she place a hand on his boxers, and his smiled, signaled to her that he was okay. she undressed him quickly, throwing his clothes in a pile by the bed. Matty reached into his night stand for a condom, and when she saw him pull out the lube, she mumbled shyly "do-don't think that's necessary."

Matty always found it funny that she could still be embarrassed in front of him, even when he'd literally had his face buried in her millions of times before.

Once he was ready, she hopped on top of him, slowly sinking down on him, and swallowing a moan as she went all the way. "F-fuck, that's it. Good girl." Matty's head rested against the headboard. His eyes shut and he moaned as she moved her hips back and forth just the way she knows he likes.

"S-so good to me, you are." He whispered leaning forwards and kissing her neck.

She felt his every breath on her skin, which only egged her own. Moments later, Matty's hips were thrusting upwards to meet hers. She felt him cum, chanting her name over and over into her ear and neck.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into her as their bodies melted against each other.

"Best sex of my life." he chuckled, still slightly out of breath.

"right back at ya'." she giggled, rolling off of him and getting comfortably propped on his pillows.

He kissed her temple, pulling her in for a cuddle.

"So," Matty spoke once they'd both had a chance to breathe. "think there are two episodes left in the docuseries. and some leftover weed in the baggie you brought." He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her expectantly.

"No. I just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, I pick what we watch."

"Ugh, fine."

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy oneshot

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tubbypeddle · 6 months ago

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May I request a platonic/queerplatonic matchup for JJBA and One Piece? (No Dio, Kira Part 4, or Doflamingo please)

I am 26 years old, autistic, and schizoaffective, I am on meds that allow me to function from day to day and am living my best life.

I’m a feminine presenting nonbinary person and I go by they/them pronouns. I’m 5’7 ft, have tan skin, dark brown eyes, and wavy, brown hair. I have a curvy body type with stretch marks on my hips and stomach I lovingly call my “tiger stripes”. My default outfits consist of hoodies/sweaters, basketball shorts, joggers, and graphic tees or something of equal comfort.

I am aromantic allosexual with a preference for individuals that are masculine.

Personalitywise, I’m an introverted leaning ambivert, I do my best to push myself to be a better person than I was yesterday. I am very emotionally open and vulnerable to those I trust, but said trust is hard earned and some trust is reserved only for specific individuals (i.e what I trust my Mum with is different than what I would trust my siblings/best friend with). I love learning new things and always remain curious with the world around me. I am creative and imaginative; I have lots of ideas swirling in my head though I do my best to work and finish one at a time. I have a hard time with small talk but could talk people's ears off about and exchange special interests.I also love teaching and being taught and am patient. It takes quite a bit to get me mad, but when my threshold is reached it’s “take no prisoners”.

I despise willfully ignorant/vulgar/bigoted people. Yelling, loud cars, and motorcycles feel like an attack on my nervous system and a way to bypass my patience and tick me off is teasing someone about their appearance or things they can’t biologically control (past bullying trauma), I don’t care if it was “just a joke” Brad, get a better sense of humor or I’ll run you over with my electric bike.

I’m scared of my friends leaving me behind, treating me like a second class friend, or otherwise losing interest in me in favour of a romantic partner (no hate on the partner, my usual thought process is two friends for the price of one but what pans out is usually not the case 🙁) and of course heights.

My hobbies include writing, reading, drawing, swimming, travel, baking, karaoke, and crafting.

I love gifting my loved ones with things that pertain to their interests and coming up with fun things that I could do with them (Taking them to a carnival, comic con, waterparks, baking together, etc.). I am also very affectionate and I love, love, love cuddles, the deeper the pressure the better. Kisses are Very Noice™ too.

Sunshowers and flurries are my favourite types of weather, I love anime/animated shows/movies, raspberries and rain are my favourite scents, and I have collections ranging from plushies to enamel pins to ita bags to action figures. I would prefer someone who can be my rock when I’m not doing my best and is patient with and does their best to understand me. In return, I will be their companion, their friend, their confidante. I will accept their authentic self as they do me and be the one they can always come back to, who will always put in the effort, me, their dear platonic partner. 💛

Hello!! I'm so sorry for the ridiculously long wait! And thank you for sending this in! I'm going through a horrible a burnout right now, so I worked on this as much as I could without breaking down ;-;

Now, while I had the time, I thought long and hard about who would be your ideal friend! And maybe partner for life, queerplatonic or not, if you're up for it.

(author's note: I apologize if they're out of character ☹ I feel out of character myself. I hope you enjoy it anyway 🫂 and as always, credits to gif owners, gifs are not mine)

We'll start off with this one.

You find yourself in a world of Stand users. Of Hamon and vampires and devils whose evil is beyond our comprehension.

There's one man who's perfect for you. Your perfect friend.

Mohammed Avdol

Starting off with that which is most obvious, he does not seem to care much about your physical body. Not in a way that he finds you ugly, or that he doesn't like it.

He just never comments anything negative about it.

In the most positive way possible, Avdol does not care what you look like.

If you're looking for compliments from him, he'll dish them out happily. He does not mind showering you with affection and compliments if you want it. But what you look like isn't the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks of you.

Since you're so personality driven, he's very happy to help you as much as he's able. He wants to see you at your best, and he wants to accompany you on your journey to that version of yourself.

You wouldn't have to worry about him making insensitive jokes. He's rather proud of how much effort he puts into being as inclusive and as inoffensive as possible.

He enjoys listening to your ideas, about anything that comes to your mind. Avdol is happy to listen, and even give some of his own ideas and suggestions for your infodumps, perhaps. If you're willing to hear.

He's also quite fond of your very curious personality. He enjoys learning, and will make time in his day to just sit and learn anything you want with you. To keep your company, and to make you happy.

Avdol, despite being very easy to become heated, is a very steady and stable man. He will be your comfort, your rock when you need someone to keep you grounded. Just as fire can be wild and uncontrollable, it can also be tame and warm and comforting. The hearth in your home.

You want patience? This man is made of that stuff. I mean, if he can deal with Polnareff and Joseph on that adventure? I'm sure he can handle someone as comparably docile as you.

Every single gift that you give him, he keeps it. Anywhere he can think of. If he's able to, he'll even display them in his home. There's something about your gifts being presented in his most intimate spaces that's so special. He wants reminders of you when he's most comfortable. As an assurance, perhaps. Or a comfort.

Cuddles are the best with him. He runs warm because of his Stand and his abilities, so they hit especially harder on colder nights. His favorite cuddling position is him just plopped on top of you, like he's a big weighted blanket.

He understands trust is a very tricky thing to balance with people. He's okay with not knowing every single little thing about you, if you so wished to keep some things from you. He just wants you to be comfortable around him, and if that means keeping some things from him, that's fine with him.

honorable mentions! Part 6 Jotaro

You're so charming to him. Captivating in a way he hasn't seen since his wife. He finds himself a little too attached to you, which may scare you off.

That's Jojo's done!

Onto One Piece.

You find yourself sailing across the sea. Or maybe you're on an island, made of candy, or made of ice and lava. Of rock and sand.

Wherever you are, there's one man who finds himself particularly interested in you.

Trafalgar Law

He's a loyal loyal man. Once he's decided you're his friend, you're his friend forever.

Post time skip is probably the best era of Law for you. Post time skip, he smiles and laughs less, but it's not impossible for him to be amused at all. His favorite activities with you tend to be

He finds you very charming, similar to how Jotaro does. You're short (compared to him, at least), and feisty, and know yourself well enough to be clear about your boundaries. He appreciates that. He likes when people are clear about themselves and their intentions. It's why he's such good friends with Luffy.

Hi friendship with you isn't the same as it is with Kidd and Luffy though.

With them, he's competitive. Dangerous. Downright vicious with them, in the most affectionate way possible. (You know, as is the One Piece way)

With you, he's a little bit softer. A little bit more physically affectionate. His only examples of showing love that he can bring himself to remember are his parents, and how Corazon treated him. He doesn't remember much of his parents' tendencies anymore, it's been so long. But he could never forget how Corazon treated him.

He often finds himself repeating Corazon's actions to you.

Maybe he's a little mean sometimes, a little firm with you. But it comes out of the softness of his heart.

He wants you to be safe. He doesn't want you to get hurt because of him and his pirate lifestyle.

Should you find yourself insisting to come with him aboard the Polar Tang, he'll be very against it. He appreciates and even likes that you want to prove your strength, and stay by his side. But he just cannot risk losing you. He's lost too many people already.

He might be a bit tense when it comes to any sort of soft physical affection, initially. It doesn't take long for him to soften, though. He melts with your touch, honestly.

Trust also doesn't come easily to him, so it comes as a surprise to him when you open up to him so easily. (To him, at least, it seems easy. because he has issues up the wizzow)

He's careful to keep your trust in him, cradling it as if it were the most precious gem in the world. He opens up to you slowly, and it's easy to scare him off. He's like a stray.

Just as he's patient with you, please be patient with him.

He's damaged, and lost a little too much in his life to know how to open up so easily.

He takes your gifts easily. He loves being gifted things, even if it flusters him beyond belief. He hasn't been gifted things very often throughout his life, so he'd forgotten it was a thing that people did.

honorable mentions!! Luffy

Luffy is easy to be friends with, because he will just straight up take you hostage if you refuse the first time. He sees you and immediately thinks, "I must be their friend."

I am so sorry this came out so so late. I don't feel very good, I think it's a depression episode, but I DID IT!!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this one 🫂

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #matchups #one piece #trafalgar law #one piece law #jjba avdol #mohammed avdol #trafalgar law x reader #avdol x reader #tubbypeddle

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shopwitchvamp · 4 months ago

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One down, a million to go - The Fall Collection is coming soon

For everyone that's asked for Creepy Eyes to return on joggers since I discontinued them a couple years ago, the time is almost here. Now you have to get them with EVIL on the ass tho, because it's required by me ☺️💖

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upontherisers · 5 months ago

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my brain is evil today and still screaming about your baseball prompts so uhhhh mahalia plus ⁸⁰⁾ wet clothes and ambulance sirens please if i may — @shoshiwrites

this prompt is so EVOCATIVE shoshi. i was brought to lake harding immediately. cw for descriptions of injury/blood and descriptions of anxiety attacks.

All he can hear are the sirens — loud, they’re always so fucking loud. Screeching in his ears, making his eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of his skull. Non-stop, on and on and on and on and on, drilling into his brain, not getting any quieter as the ambulance speeds away to Saratoga Springs, yelling at him, screaming, bursting into his veins until his cells are vibrating at the same frequency.

Meatball started howling before they could even hear them and he’d stood no chance against that horn, the blaring panic that thumped along to the terrible heartbeat of the lights, flash flash, flash flash. The red and yellow flickered on Mahalia’s face like days passing too fast — ochre dawn and crimson dusk — as they rolled her up from the ropes course. She was with him the entire time, so completely herself as blood poured into her right eye due to burst vessels and the odd angle of her knee had Kyle radioing the hospital for Trauma Bay 2, and he was holding the back of her skull together with his hands while she insisted that Vera grab the “good charger” left of her bed and her Stitch crocs, not the Shrek ones.

And the sirens got louder as they neared the ambulance, and it’s not hospitals John has a problem with, but sirens. They only ever take people away.

He’s going to crack a tooth if he doesn’t unclench his jaw but he can’t ‘cause the sirens are so FUCKING loud. They’re gonna shatter his bones he was holding the back of her skull together with his hands—

“John.”

There’s a hand at his shoulder and he forgot he had a body for a moment but the hand is firm. The sirens get a driveway length’s quieter.

“John,” Buck says. John blinks and sees what he’s been looking at — the inside of his bunk, empty and grey on a dark evening, unable to remember when he started looking at it. The hand, Buck’s hand, squeezes his shoulder and his chest hurts because he’s been holding his breath. He exhales and it hurts like hell, biting at his insides, squeezing so hard it makes him nauseous and it feels like sirens in his ears.

Buck tugs at him and he gives, catching his balance as he comes back into his legs. It’s like looking at the sun when he sees someone else for the first time in however long he’s been standing here and he wants to cover his eyes but his hands are dead at his sides.

He forgot Buck had scars.

“John—“ And Buck’s hand’s at his collar now and if he could get the sirens to stop, he could say something. “Breathe, John.”

He was holding his breath again and as he exhales, the lights start turing orange with distance. They’re on the road now, blinkers flashing for left.

“You need to change.”

Right, it’s raining. The rain, that’s the reason they were… it’s raining.

He needs to get the blood off his hands but as he looks down, he finds that he already has. There’s nothing left, nothing out of the ordinary — no dark red, no white fleck of what he hopes isn’t bone — only a slight blue tinge along the muscles. It gets so cold when it rains up here.

Buck throws a shirt at him, then boxers and some joggers, and he doesn’t know if he can do it. There was so much blood on his hands as they lifted her into the ambulance and he’s treated more head wounds than he can count so he knows it isn’t good. He looks down at his hands and there was just so much blood and he doesn’t fucking know where he is. It’s so LOUD in his head.

It’s cold and loud and it’s always cold and loud when the ambulances come — in Wisconsin in November or the Catskills in June.

That’s when he notices the boys aren’t there. But where did—do they know? The lights are off so he didn’t see them before Buck showed, and the boys need to know. Harry’s boys too, and Buck’s, and everyone needs to know.

She fell so fast. One moment, she was making her way down the ladder above him as he turned to talk to Benny on the ground and the next, a gasp and a terrible two heartbeats before she was on her back below him with a leg the shape it shouldn’t be.

He’s freezing so he changes. His shirt’s on backwards but he really truly honestly couldn’t give less of a shit as his skin stops burning with dry things on and the sirens have to wait for one more car before they turn down Wilton Road and disappear from ear and eye. But they really, really want him to know they’re there.

#it’s bucky pov but about mahalia so #my writing #mahalia summerton #mahalia x john #lake harding #inspired by his face during the interrogation scene after gale first goes up. there’s also more of this but this is the good part #shoshi tag

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lemoncrushh · 6 months ago

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Cubicle // 12) Lost in You

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Tuesday // Roni

What is too soon?

Is it too soon to have these feelings...or any feelings at all? And if I am having feelings, what exactly do they mean? Oh God, I like him. I really like him!

Harry and I had chatted on the phone last night for almost two hours. He's so easy to talk to, like I'm chatting with my best friend, yet he's also very flirty. When we hung up, I felt a mixture of sadness and elation. I went to bed with the image of his smile behind my eyelids, and the feeling of his hands on me.

He was already in the break room when I arrived this morning, his greeting all I needed to perk me up. I sat next to him at the table while we sipped our beverages, saying good morning to those who walked in, including Alice, Fred from the sales department and the young man that sits in the cubicle next to Harry's. Unfortunately, Gerard Holcomb also entered. I said nothing to him, though he made it a point to give Harry the evil eye. Harry flat out asked me for another lunch date in front of everyone, knowing Gerard was within earshot.

We had another nice lunch at Cafe Meringue, and this time as we walked back to the office, he held my hand. Part of me wanted so badly to ask where this was going, but reckoned it wasn't the time nor place. Besides, I know he likes me. This is more than just sex. I'll just take it with ease, the same way he seems to be. But if I'm being honest, my insides are about to explode.

I tried not to think about him too much for the rest of the afternoon, and fortunately I stayed busy and somewhat distracted by some work that Greta and a couple of salesmen had me do for them. I was actually a little surprised that I hadn't seen Gerard come by my desk by the time I was gathering my things at the end of the day. But just as I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, he appeared, looking a bit disgruntled.

"How was your lunch?" he inquired.

I wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but instead I told him the truth. "It was quite lovely, thank you."

"You and Styles, then, eh?"

I raised my eyebrows, not exactly sure what he was asking. "We had lunch, yes."

"You two are getting along splendidly, I presume?"

I sighed, not really in the mood to discuss Harry and me with Gerard.

"Yes," I replied. "He's very nice."

I stepped towards him then, hoping I could squeeze past him and make my way to the parking lot. But he blocked the space between my cubicle partitions.

"Any plans tonight?" Gerard asked.

"Not really," I said. This bloke doesn't take a hint well, does he? "Just a date with the telly."

I waited for a second, expecting Gerard to say something else, or perhaps ask me out, but he didn't.

"Have to get going," I told him as I was finally able to push past him. "Good evening, Gerard."

I knew he was watching me as I marched down the hall, but I didn't look back.

As soon as I got home, I stripped out of my clothes and put on a pair of grey joggers and a black tank top. Then I pulled my hair back and scrubbed off my makeup. I made myself a quick, easy dinner and sat down in front of the television.

About an hour later, and halfway through a pint of ice cream, I realised I had no idea what I was watching. My mind was elsewhere. To be specific, it was on a certain co-worker with a killer smile and a talented tongue.

As though on cue, my phone rang. I picked it up to see Harry's name displayed. With a tiny bit of giddiness, I answered it.

"Hi, Harry," I greeted.

"Hi," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Um..." I hesitated.

I heard Harry chuckle. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No," I blushed, grateful he couldn't see me. "It's just...your question..."

"I didn't think it was a difficult one."

"Well...that depends."

"On what?" he asked.

"How literal you meant it," I replied.

"Alright," said Harry, "I'll rephrase it. What are you literally doing right now, or that is, when I called?"

I licked my lips, my cheeks feeling hot. "Well...I'm sitting on the sofa eating ice cream. The telly's on, but I'm not really watching it. Because I'm thinking about...something else."

"Oh?"

"I was thinking about you."

I heard Harry sigh, long and deeply. "That's so nice to hear."

"It is?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I can't get you off my mind, either."

I felt my heart beat out of my chest, my face hotter than ever. "Really?"

"Yes," Harry answered. "Really."

There was silence on both ends of the line for what seemed like far too long before Harry spoke again.

"Can I come over?"

"Uh..." I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't expecting his request.

"I know it's a weeknight, but...I'm just dying to see you."

I grinned as I bit my lip. "You just saw me at lunch."

"I know," said Harry. "And that already feels like forever ago."

Why does he have to be so cute?

"Okay," I giggled. "But I'm warning you, I'm already in sweats and I've taken off my makeup."

"Perfect. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Harry

She'd been thinking about me. I wasn't sure what turned me on more, that, or the image of her lounging in her sweats with no makeup.

I sprinted up her steps exactly sixteen minutes after we ended our conversation. My heart pounded in my chest to the rhythm of my fist on her door. She opened it seconds later, nearly knocking the wind out of me. Anytime I've seen her, whether it's been in work attire, jeans or that sexy little dress she wore on our first date, she's looked absolutely stunning. But this...this is my favourite. She wore grey joggers and a black tank top that fit her perfectly, her nipples poking through as if to greet me hello. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and she wore no stitch of makeup.

"Wow," I mouthed as I exhaled.

As if she was embarrassed, Roni suddenly lifted her arm and crossed her chest, her hand resting on the opposite shoulder beside her stargazer tattoo. I saw the colour rise to her face, causing her cheeks to blush a rosy pink. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Sucking in her lips, she stepped back, opening the door wider to let me in.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?" she asked when she closed the door behind me.

I shrugged, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Just water, thanks."

She nodded and smiled sweetly before turning toward the kitchen. I stood in the middle of the living room, the television muted on some programme I'd never seen before. I watched Roni for a moment, tempted to follow her and kiss her on her bare neck. Instead, the electronic keyboard in the corner of the room caught my eye. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before as I walked up to it. I recalled that Roni had told me she played piano the day I met her, and she'd said that only her stepmother and piano teacher called her Veronica.

"Do you play?" I heard a voice behind me ask.

I turned to see Roni standing with two water bottles.

"Oh," I grinned, taking one from her. "Not really. I just know a few things."

Roni reached around me and turned on the instrument. Then she gestured for me to sit on the bench.

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "Please, I'd rather hear you play."

She glared at me a moment, seeming to decide whether or not she wanted to indulge me.

"Alright," she finally said.

She placed her water bottle on the coffee table and sat down in front of the keyboard. Within seconds she was playing a melody which I recognised, but couldn't recall its name. I loved watching her fingers, long and delicate, pressing exactly the right keys at the right moment. Her lips parted slightly, though every so often her tongue would dart out the side in concentration. She sat up perfectly straight, her posture never faltering. It was all very mesmerising. When she finished the piece, she put her hands in her lap and looked up at me.

"That was beautiful," I said, though I didn't mean just the music.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"How long have you been playing?"

"I started lessons when I was ten," she replied.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You're a professional."

"Eh," Roni shrugged. "I've kind of slacked off a bit. It's not really my passion anymore. Or at least, it hasn't been for the last few years."

"Oh," I said, not wanting to pry. "Well, you're really good. I'm surprised you don't have a bigger piano."

"I did," she nodded. "It's still at my mother's. It's just not easy to move to a flat, so I bought this."

"Ah, I understand."

She bit her lip before turning back to the keyboard. She seemed to tinkle with the keys for a bit before deciding on another piece to play. Again, I was put in a trance watching her. After a minute or two, I had to reach out and touch her. I put down my water bottle and placed my hands on her shoulders, running them down her arms and back up. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin underneath my touch. She continued to play as I moved my fingers across her neck and then around to her throat. She closed her eyes and leaned back, her head against my chest, her hands still playing the tune. I bent down and kissed her shoulder, lightly nipping in a trail up her neck to her ear. I slid my hand down the front of her shirt as her breathing quickened, but her playing remained steady.

"Damn, you really are good," I commented in her ear.

"So are you," she sighed, though of course her words meant something else entirely.

I felt myself get hard inside my pants as I pressed my body up against hers. I cupped her breasts with my hands, fondling them and running my thumbs across her nipples. Then I lowered one hand and slid it down inside her joggers. Her breathing got louder and her playing slowed a bit as my finger touched her clit. I shifted my mouth to the other side of her neck, sucking and biting while I continued to caress her. She began to let out little moans while it was apparent she was having trouble concentrating on the piano.

"Oh God, Harry..." she breathed, her hands stalling above the keyboard.

I chuckled in her ear. "Don't stop, baby."

She whined and swallowed, trying her best not to come unglued. It was so sexy. I continued to rub her clit, feeling her juices drip as she squirmed in her seat.

"Oh my God, I can't!" Roni cried as she let go of the keys and reached her hands up to grab my arms.

I threaded my fingers through hers on her left hand while my right never stopped rotating on her pussy. She called out my name as she came, her head against my shoulder.

When I slid my hand out of her pants, she turned around to look at me. Her face was even more flushed than before, a beautiful afterglow from my touch. I put my hands on her face and kissed her, a deep sensual kiss. She stood up, our lips still touching, wrapping her arms around my neck while I pulled her to me by her waist. I felt the hunger in her kiss, her tongue meeting mine with fervor. When she finally let go to take a breath, her eyes seemed to burn through mine. I'd never had anyone look at me like that before. It was desire...but something else too. It made me feel incredible.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Harry," she muttered.

I nodded silently before she grabbed my hand and led me to her bed.

Roni

I'm not sure if Harry noticed, but when I opened the door and saw him I audibly gasped. He looked so good with his snapback worn backwards on his head, a combination of boyishly cute and hot as fuck.

I hadn't intended to play the piano for him, but halfway through the first piece I was glad I had, because I could feel him watching me. His gaze sent electric sparks inside me, and by the end I was completely turned on. I was so happy when he began touching me during the second piece. I crave his touch - I need it. However, I was not expecting what soon followed. I tried so hard to keep playing as he rubbed my clit, the idea totally erotic. But as I reached my high, I could no longer play. My head was swimming; I doubt I would have been able to tell you where middle C was at that moment.

When he kissed me afterwards, I kissed him back with all I had. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. But I'm afraid I might have revealed too much. He looked at me a little bit bewildered, as though he was trying to read my thoughts. When I asked him to go to the bedroom, he merely nodded.

I guided him to my room, although he'd already been there twice before. I reached behind my head and pulled out the hair tie, released my hair from its bun, then I quickly took off my clothes as Harry stood and watched me.

"You okay?" I questioned.

It was Harry's turn to blush as he chuckled shyly. "Yeah."

He took off his hat and kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his shirt and trousers while I laid down on the bed to wait for him. I smiled as he came towards me, climbing on top. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me, his tongue soft and wet. When he lifted his head to look at me again, I could see the same expression in his eyes.

"My God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

I felt my heart rise to my throat as I bit my lip. This is it. I'm falling for this boy, and I don't know what to do.

I ran my hands down his back to his bum, guiding him towards my entrance. I closed my eyes as my body stretched to accommodate him. I heard nothing but his breathing, steady and slow just like his thrusts. He was gentle - almost too gentle. It was none of the rough, pure animalistic sex we'd had before. He rocked slowly and deeply, hitting my g-spot before pulling out almost entirely, only to do it all again. Over and over. It felt so good, it drove me mad.

I gripped the back of his shoulders as my moans escaped my lips. Usually this would be when I'd expect him to move faster, fucking me hard until we come. But he kept the same pace, sliding in and out slowly, his eyes focused on mine. I could barely stand it.

"Harry..." I moaned, trying to catch my breath.

My entire body was shaking, on the edge of orgasm. I could tell Harry was close as well, his breaths broken.

"Oh, Roni!" he cried. "Oh, fuck, baby!"

He hit my sweet spot once more, and I went over the edge just as he did. He buried his head in my neck, trying to steady his breathing as his thrusts ended. I held him while be both lay in silence, our bodies sweaty and satisfied.

With a loud sigh, Harry finally lifted himself off of me and lay beside me. He pulled me flush against him, spooning me. I wondered what he was thinking, what he'd been thinking during and even before. But I dared not ask. I wasn't about to blow it.

"Roni," Harry finally whispered, running his fingers down my arm.

"Hmm?"

Instead of answering me right away, I felt him shift on the bed, as though he wanted to look at me. I turned onto my back to face him. He had that same expression on his face at first. Then he grinned and sighed.

"I love the way you look at me," he said.

I blushed again, no doubt giving away more of my feelings. I'm so not good at this. I'd let myself fall too hard, too fast for one other man. I'd told myself I wasn't going to do that again. I'd been able to put up a wall and allow sex to just be sex. I hadn't felt like I'd led Harry on, or that I was playing games. I genuinely liked him, and he liked me. But now...now it was something more.

"How do I look at you?" I asked.

Harry smiled, his adorable dimple making me want to touch his face. I ran my hand up his shoulder to his neck.

"Um...I don't know," he replied. "I guess...like you're happy to be with me."

"I am," I confirmed.

Harry made a contented sound as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"It makes me feel good," he murmured.

"I'm glad," I told him. "You deserve to feel good."

Harry chuckled, then let out a loud exasperated sigh. "Roni."

"Yes?"

I knew it then. He was feeling it, just as I was. He was just as scared to reveal himself. My body shook with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. He lifted his head to look at me again.

"I...um..."

"It's okay, Harry," I muttered. "You can say it."

With an embarrassed grin, he licked his lips. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Me too," I smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Frightening, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Like, it feels too soon, you know?"

"I know," I agreed as I wrapped my arms around him once more. "But it'll be alright. We'll fall together."

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365partygirl305 · 1 year ago

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I Got You

(MattyxReader)

This is my first fic I’m writing. Might write more. Starting with a sick fic because fuck it why not since I like fluffy stuff.

Basically you came down with a shitty ass fever and your bestie takes care of you

Warnings: pure fluffy content, evil cold, touch starved, friends to lovers

(Trust me when I say it’s really cute, also don’t mind me adding time skips bc my thumbs can be lazy sometimes and so is my brain)

Waking up to a cold is never good isn’t it? That feeling when you feel like your body is betraying you because the muscles are sore and you can’t really do anything other than to stay in bed is a pain. I really wish my bestie is here right now.

My bestie, Matty! Why didn’t I think that before?

I ring him up while I suffer in bed with the evil fever. “Bestie, everything ok?” He asks.

“Can you come over please? I’m really lonely at home right now.” I croak, my voice raspy from the soreness of my throat. He tells me, “I’m on my way now, darlin’.”

When he arrives…

He enters my room only to see me like death is about to reap my ass out of my body. Pale as shit, everything hurts. He placed his lips on my forehead, his cold touch against my hot skin.

“You’re burning up, my love,” his voice said softly. I open my eyes to see him in front of me, those curls, those beautiful eyes, the chest tattoo peaking a teeny tiny bit from under his shirt. Usually whenever he comes over, I’m all smiles, but in this case, now, I’m very weak to do anything.

“You’re here,” I say as I reach his hand. “I feel like absolute shit.”

“I know, love.”

He lays himself on the other side of the bed as he wraps an arm around me. He always does this when I’m having trouble sleeping, waking up from nightmares, or whenever I’m sick, just like today.

“Anything I can do for you, my love?” He asks as he kisses my forehead. I nestle into him, though part of me worries he would get sick too. “Stay, please.” My voice is almost gone at this point.

“M’not gonna leave you, darling. I’m always here for you, even when you’re like this.” He whispers against my hair, his fingers gently stroking it. A tiny shiver escapes my body from his soothing movements. I feel his heartbeat in his chest as I play with his fingers from his free hand. He hums a calming melody, lulling me to sleep. I love hearing his voice, especially when he sings. Phone call or physically. I had fallen asleep once it ended.

Two hours later…

Gone is he. I had awaken, the fever dying down a little. I think about my feelings over everything. Matty’s the sweetest guy I’ve known for a long time. Though he may be busy with tour or work, he’s always here for me. I have developed a crush on him over the years. I always waited for a kiss on the forehead, his little thumb strokes that I like. I always wonder what it’s like to kiss him on the lips… My face turned red. Why am I thinking about that?! I’ve been trying to hide it for so long. When can I tell him?

He has returned to my room with only his joggers on, his bare chest revealing the tattoo I like. He sits down on my side with the tray in his hand as he places it on my lap. “Brought you the broccoli soup you like and chamomile tea. Along with painkillers for later on.” He smiles at me. My heart warms up seeing him smile like that. What a sweetheart he is.

Matty gently places the bowl on my hands only to realize I’m still weak from the fever. The pains haven’t disappeared yet. I whimper from the pain as he lift the bowl from my hands, placing it back on the tray and strokes my arms. “Shhhhhhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay. It’s okay, darlin.’ I got you.”

He takes the spoon to feed me. It’s strange to some people but believe me when I say this. This is the most sweetest thing a man can do. Even if the other is being fed like a baby. The princess treatment, even when not asked, is really the best treatment ever for me and I feel so grateful for that. Content with what I’ve eaten, he hands me the tea as I take sips of it. I went straight for the throat, basically kissing him on the cheek as if to say thank you for taking care of me. Before thinking what to say, he gently claims my lips with his own. Soft and passionate it is. His lips are so gentle against mine. I can’t stop thinking about how good it feels to have his arms around me as we kiss. We pulled away as our foreheads connect. “I love you so much,” I whisper. “You have no idea how long I wanted to be with you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“I love you too, my love. I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers back. I nod and nestle into his bare chest. We both lay on the bed in each other’s arms. “Wonder what the guys gonna react now that we’re together.”

I think they’ll be happy for us.” I reply. I yawn all of a sudden, thinking the food and the tea made me sleepy. He chuckles at my sleepy eyes. “So adorable when you’re cuddled up with me in these blankets,” he coos as he strokes my head. “I promise to always be there for you and love you forever.” I smile at him.

“I know this is gonna sound weird,” I began. “but will you sing me a lullaby? Please?” It earned another smile from him.

“Not weird at all. I think it’s cute you would like that. You don’t mind any song do you?” He asks. I shook my head and tell him that I don’t mind any song.

“In case I fall asleep, goodnight in advance, babe.”

“Goodnight in advance, darlin.’”

He continues stroking my head and begins singing softly.

Now is the hour

When we must say goodbye

Soon you'll be waiting

Far across the sea

I love the vibrations from his chest when he sings. I play with his fingers a while.

While you're away

Then, remember me

When you return

You'll find me, waiting here

I feel my eyes begin to close. I begin to drift off to sleep as Matty sings the final chorus.

Now is the hour

When we must say goodbye

When you return

You'll find me, waiting here

#Spotify #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy fluff #my first ever fic don’t judge me plz

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arisherifeu · 11 months ago

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Broken People Part III

Author’s Note: Im asking myself how did this story ended up getting part III? That’s the the thing about impulsive writing. It just happens. ໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७✎▤

WARNING ‼️- DRUG ABUSE

Part I Part II Part IV

Last night felt like fever dream for Lynette. House came, struck a fight, James got angry, she confessed she was using drugs to stabilise her chronic migraines that comes every time she moves and today, she was still not going to work. It was already 5 am and she attentively watches James sleeping on the couch where he offered to stay for the night.

Lynette went over at the couch but she sat on the floor, her back against the couch. Carefully trying not to wake James up. She brought her knees to her chests as she contemplates on what to do with herself. She knew what she needed to do. But she was scared. She loves being a doctor. She didn’t want to lose any credibility. A part of her was hoping that House wouldn’t say anything at all. Not to anybody. Because she heard stories about how ruthless House can be. She was scared and intimidated by how powerful House was at the hospital. Would she be spared from his ruthlessness? It wasn’t fair to her. Because House was just as guilty as he supposed to be. This hospital would be bankrupt if anyone exposed what House did to his patients despite saving their life. Lynette was thinking hard. She got too worried.

But a gentle pat on her back relinquished her from all the evil thoughts. She lifted her head to the side to see Wilson sat up, looking at her endearingly. “I hope you’re feeling a little bit better today.” He wished.

And to be honest it kinda did. Just a little bit better.

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James decided to stay at home together so they can talk things out today. He was just so glad that he already settled down all his patients charts and the medicine to be prescribed to them today. So, he doesn’t have to worry about work at all. While Lynette got herself sorted out in the shower room, James helped himself to her kitchen trying to make something out with the things he found in the fridge. For someone who doesn’t eat much like Lynette, he was just really glad the fridge and the pantry were stocked with food. He decided to make a heavy breakfast for her to start off the day. So he managed to make eggs, toasts and sausages with cut up apples on the side.

Lynette walks in the kitchen smelling something so delicious. With towel on her head, cropped shirt that display her awfully skinny body with protruding bones in her baggy sized jogger pants that dropped lower than her waist. James unconsciously eyes her again. He couldn’t stop worrying. Hoping that she will never ever fell and break her bones.

“I made a heavy breakfast.” He smiles.

“It smells nice, James.” She smiles back.

They both sat together at the eating table. Face to face as they eat in silence. Lynette didn’t gobble up the food at once like she did before. She was slightly scared that she might throw up again so she ate slower as she can.

“I can’t thank you enough..” she started. She was still looking at her food. To be honest, she was still shy. She was timid as she was yesterday after listening to the whole ordeal about the fight yesterday with House.

“It’s fine. I am just sorry that he went through your personal record. But trust me, he means well. He just can’t put it into good words..He understands..you know hes on vicodin..” James began.

Lynette just kept eating in silent. James doesn’t push her with anything except to eat silently with her too because he knows its hard for her to admit to everything thats happening. He was also worried about the fact that the relationship started off on the wrong foot.

“I lost my dad at the hospital I used to work before Princeton..I jeopardised the whole operation thinking that I knew better than the doctors who had his chart. That was my dad and I couldn’t let anything happen to him. He was the only I had left. So I..” Lynette stopped, subtly choked on her food. Trying hard to swallow the food with the glass of water in her hands.

“You don’t have to tell me the story if you don’t want to. You don’t owe me anything.” James clarify. He held her left hand. Lynette looks deeply into his eyes, feeling comforted but she knew in the end he will found out about her maybe from someone else’s mouth so she decided to come clean with it. It’s the best way to get this relationship stabilised.

“You just need to understand, I am not the person you know today or these 6 months before. I was different. How I was back then was just the consequences of self negligence. I did it, with my dad in my mind hoping he would still be alive on that table when the doctors cut him. But I was wrong, it was never the heart, even when he has the condition before. It was his head. But even with all the blackmails I did to the doctors, to force them carve open my dad’s heart. It was already enough to send me into some sort of vortex. My license should have been revoked but I was saved. Then all I know I was already here. Then my migraine came and haunt me. It wouldn’t stop hurting. I feel pain every time I move anywhere. So I took the pills and they help.” She stopped there.

By then, James already stopped eating his food. James silently stares at her unknowingly that he has been caressing her left hand and never let go. Even when the story ended. Lynette’s heart has never been that fast. She couldn’t hear herself breathe because of how strong the heartbeat of her heart is. Her hand started shaking. James noticed and he just held it more tight. Not letting go. He sat silently. Grieving with her as she tries her best but her body’s started to shake, quite vigorously. James got so worried that he pulled Lynette from the kitchen and bring her straight to the bed where he covers her with the blanket. She was already on the withdrawal phase he suspected.

“When did you stop taking the pills?” He questioned. Lynette was already shaking profusely with sweat all over her forehead. “Last week..” she said but almost sounded like a whisper.

“You didn’t take any pills then? At all?” He questioned again sternly. But Lynette can only shook her head trying to deal with the pain in her head.

“You’re doing so well. You look better. You’re gonna get better in a couple more days.” He motivates. James was astonished at the woman’s durability. James passed her a cup of water to chug. Which helps to stabilise her electrolytes. James hugged her the best way he possibly could so he could stop the shaking. Which did help Lynette to become more calmer.

She was way worse before in the last week when she first stopped taking the pills. Her head pain worsens, nausea and vomiting everywhere. She doesn’t even have the energy to clean her own mess that she would leave it for a few days till maggots formed around it. She slept on her bed for a few days dealing with her pain, crying. But she had to go to work. She was so good at hiding her pain when nobody else watches. Even James didn’t realised that her demeanour changed. Lynette can only feel glad that the withdrawal doesn’t seemed as bad and that only her head hurts and she was glad that James doesn’t see her worst side.

Lynette suddenly shot up, James was taken aback. Lynette started running towards the toilet and vomit all the content that she had. James trailed behind and held her hair up, stroking her back while she vomits all that she can.

“We gotta go to the hospital, Lynette.” James started.

“No. I am not going anywhere near a hospital.” Lynette resisted.

“But we gotta do scans, we gotta do MRI. We can find if there’s anything we can do to subside your migraine.” He tries to convince. Lynette slowly closed the lid of the toilet, and flushed the contents. She sat with her back against the wall, looking at James weakly. She already has to deal with the pain but now she has to resist James knowing James can just force her to get the scans. But she was adamant, she can fix this on her own. James started to spoon her, and carry her with ease to the couch. He was worried at the lack of fat she has in her body considering her weight was like a feather.

James gave her more water by filling up a bottle and hand it to her to drink. She drank willingly. James also brought her unfinished food to the couch table, in hoping she can try to eat again. Lynette willingly takes another bite at the toast, slowly chewing. She was afraid to vomit again but she was hungry. She needed the energy. Thankfully, she managed to eat everything even though she took around an hour and a half to finished them all.

By then, she has some energy to walk around in the house. Just pacing around. James watches attentively to everything she was doing. She decided to do housework and started uncovering her bed sheets and pillow sheets but James sighed and went up to her.

“I will do it. If you let me?” He requested but more commanding. He held her forearms very gently.

“It’s fine, James. I need something to distract myself right now.” Lynette said looking at him, feeling kind of cranky.

“But what you need is rest..” he looked at her with his puppy dog eyes.

“Is that how you flirt with most women?” She scoffed, feeling blushed looking at his soft eyes.

“It still works.” James smiling shyly at her.

Lynette softened. She looked at James with the most smitten look on her face that she immediately blushed right after. She went over to her drawer to get fresh sheets to hide her blushes.

“Can I ask you a question?” James asked.

“Shoot.” Lynette responds after passing him right side of the bed sheet so James could fit his side of the edge.

“Do you have someone before this?” He questioned nonchalantly while Lynette stopped in her tracks, feeling weirded out by the question.

“Well I haven’t been thinking about it for quite some time now..had that monkey love when I was at school..but that was like 7 years ago. I couldn’t be bothered with this because of my dad.” She answered and she finally got the left side edge fitted on to the mattress, leaving the pillow sheets left.

“Is it still recent? About your dad?” James asked again.

“Well yeah..it’s technically last year. Tomorrow night should be his first death anniversary.” Lynette answered finally got the new bedsheet sorted in with James’s help. Lynette lay on the bed feeling a bit tired just from doing that small chore. James just sat beside her, arms stretched out holding his weight while his legs stretched across the bed.

“I’m not just some damaged goods right..?” Lynette questions.

“Why do you think so?” James asked worryingly. Lynette took a minute to answer because she was nervous, so she decided to lay on her other side so she doesn’t have to look at James.

“I don’t like the look in your eyes James. You’re looking at me as if Im damaged beyond reparable. You look nice. But your eyes are telling me I am just too different than any other person you saw. It’s the same look you give House too.. sometimes I see how you looked at him and I wondered if it was true…that I am just the girl version of him. Thinking that if you could fix me .. maybe there’s a way for you to fix him..” Lynette finished. James looked defeated. He loves Lynette for she was but she was needy. She needed someone on her side and James decided to stepped up to the role. He hated how House was right that he always comes to the rescue when this case happened.

James was frustrated but he couldn’t say anything. Instead he got up and walk out. Lynette got up and trailed behind him but as soon as she saw James reaching for his jacket and walk towards the door, Lynette ran after him. An adrenaline rush throughout her whole body. She rushed to hug him from behind. James was surprised because of the momentum his body felt when she hugged him.

“Even if it was true! I…I don’t want you to leave. I have no one else..” Lynette trembled, because she was desperate to stay connected to the feeling that she has right now with James. It was the one thing that could make her keep going. Something that she could look forward to. James was saddened, as if he didn’t feel the same epiphany before because he knew, he relied too much on House as well and wanted House to change and be someone like Lynette. House is his best friend. But with Lynette it’s so much different.

James turned his body and looked at Lynette with his left hand on her jaw, feeling her warmth, his thumb caressing it. He looked in her eyes with the same puppy dog eyes he always have. “Do you trust me enough when I said I love you?”

#house md #gregory house #james wilson #fanfic

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