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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 month ago

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Blind Date

Pairing - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary - Rafe doesn’t date but he will never not go through with a bet.

Warnings - language, drinking, oral, sexual intercourse (18+)

A/n- apologies if I’ve made alot of spelling errors, my word doc is broken!

Rafe Cameron didn’t date, he fucked and moved onto the next girl. But when he loses a stupid bet to Topper he’s forced into attending a blind date, Rafe tries to reason with him and tell him he’s wasting a bet on something so stupid. But Topper knew what he wanted and he wanted to watch Rafe suffer at the hands of him.

Topper ended up persuading you into a blind date, said some cute billionaire was in town and looking to meet up with wealthy locals, you couldn’t not go.Your dad would be disappointed if you turned down a date with a billionaire. You lived over in Charleston and rarely saw Topper nowadays, too busy sleeping his way through the town since Sarah left him. So, you also felt like you needed to help him. He kept going on about business prospects and getting on this guy's good side.

“What do I wear?” You questioned Topper knowing full well he had no idea. However, he surprised you by pulling out a bag from his boot. “Here”.

You pull the dress from the bag, unable to hide the crease between your eyebrows as you stare at a very conservative dress. Something you’d find your mum dressed in. “He’s very big on women not flaunting their body”.

You nod your head and agree to wear the dress, before you know it you're walking through the building a few days later and letting the waiter know you're here for the table under ‘topper’, as you're escorted between tables your eyes fall on the man sitting at the table you're walking towards.

He sits tall, almost blocking the view of the narrow table in front of him. His shoulders are large and seem tight underneath the cotton of his shirt, your hands flex at the sides of your body. You couldn’t even see his face but knew he was attractive just by the back of his head. “Sir”

The waiter stepped in front of you as the gentleman stood from his chair, your eyes trailing up the length of him until he stood a few inches above you.

Your eyes widen just a smidge when he turns to look at you, he was handsome. Ocean blue eyes and a jaw that could cut you, his lips just the right thickness and his tongue picks out to wet them. “Hey” you whisper the thump of your heart rings in your ears. The nervous butterflies in your belly begin to fizzle as you watch his eyes travel down the length of your body, a crease appearing between his eyebrows and his jaw hardens. “Y/n?” He questions as though he can not believe the person standing in front of him is his blind date, no way would Topper have hooked him up with a damn church girl.

The dress that Topper had given you left everything to imagination, the skirt stopped mid calf, the neckline sat too high for Rafes liking. Literal church bells went off in his head when he looked at you. “Yeah I’m y/n”.

Before Rafe can say anything else the waiter ushers you to your seat, taking a seat he pushes you in closer. You don’t miss Rafe’s eyes shooting to the exit and back to you as though he’s contemplating ditching. “Right right.. um how are you?”.

You can tell he’s not interested, he hasn’t even looked at your face. His eyes fixated on the god awful dress Topper made you wear, you knew it had to be a joke. This guy looked extremely rich but did not give off billionaire vibes but also Topper was definitely messing with him, no way would someone who likes conservative girls raise an eyebrow at this dress.

A part of you felt hurt that he’d put you in this situation, your cheeks redden in embarrassment. “I’m fine thank you, how are you?”.

He’s eyes have finally left the god awful dress but now peer down at his watch, he doesn’t even look up when you speak, the crease in his eyebrow a permanent fixture now. “Yeah good”.

Silence falls between the two of you, slipping your hand into your purse and you quickly text Topper telling him he’s an asshole and owes you for putting you in such an embarrassing situation. “Okay so, Topper made me go on this blind date. I’m not really looking for anything serious” he states, his eyes now reach your own and the crease flattens just a little. “Right..sure”.

Heat travels through your veins, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment for the second time already. You don’t miss the deep sigh he takes, as though this is the hardest thing he’s had to sit through.

You try to keep your facial expressions simple, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you are angry at his words. His eyes leave yours and instead scan across the quiet restaurant as though he was looking for someone better to occupy his time. His fingers rub at his knuckles, and you can feel his leg bouncing against the feet of the table. “So how do you know Topper?” You question, you too did not want to be here. Dressed in something your grandma would wear, the high collar itching at your neck.

He finally meets your eyes and it’s as though he takes a proper look at your face, slightly taken away with the simple beauty of your natural looks. His eyes do a once over, taking in the curve of your lips which are coated in a soft pink colour. “Grew up with him”.

His eyes are back looking across the room, annoyance radiates from you as you cross your arms across your chest. He doesn’t ask you how you know Topper, he doesn’t even give you a bit of background on growing up with Topper. Instead, he pulls his phone out and starts typing a message, the crease of his eyebrow deepens as his fingers harshly tap at the screen. “I am going to use the bathroom”.

The sound of his grunt has you quickening your pace to get away from him, your chest feels heavy with anger but mostly embarrassment. You were angry at Topper for putting you in the dress just to get a rile out of Rafe, you could see how turned off he was with the whole outfit. Thankfully you had known Topper for many years and knew he enjoyed a prank. Tonjust never expected to be the main part to the prank, thankfully you had brought a back up dress in the car, you made a mental note to kick the shit out of him when you see him next and slip out the exit, B lining towards your car you made a quick change in the back seat.

As you stepped back inside the waiter who had walked you to your table earlier went to greet you again but stopped mid-sentence when he realised he had already greeted you prior, his eyes drop to the dress you wore.

“Oh. Um, wait”.

Confusion etched on his face as he looked back at your empty seat in front of Rafe, he was sprawled back in his chair as he texted on his phone, Unaware of your wardrobe change, unaware of anything around him in all honesty. “Yeah, don’t even worry about it, but I do need your help…”.

Rafe finally looks up from his phone when Topper tells him you’re a nice person and he made you wear the dress. He was even more angry now knowing he must have acted like a real douchebag; he didn’t want to go on a blind date.

So, when you showed up in a damn old ladies dress, he couldn’t hide the distaste, it just proved even more that he was not interested in dating. Sure, he shouldn’t be wanting a female for their body only, but he wasn’t going to shack up with some prude who only puts out once a year. He was a busy man who enjoyed sex, he wasn’t going to give up his healthy way of destressing. The other alternative was coke, and he wasn’t going back down that route.

He notices you the moment you lay your hand upon the waiter’s chest, you’d changed your dress. His eyes roam the length of your body, the material stops mid-thigh, the colour black flatters your bronzed skin. The dress clings to your body, soft curves and thick thighs cause his mouth to drop open just a touch. His skin pricks from the heat radiating up his body, he has this urgent need to touch your skin. Kiss the curve of your neck and bury his hands between your legs but most of all show that waiter who you belong to.

He doesn’t like the way the guys eyes drop to your chest, eyeballing your cleavage as though you weren’t on a date with the richest man in the building. He pushes back on his chair causing the legs to scratch against the marble flooring, the sound echoes throughout the building. Rafe’s eyes stay on the waiter who’s now looking over at the noise, Rafe can see the nervous tick of his wrist as he tries to step away from your grasp. “Oh, Rafe, just the person I was coming to see… I found someone else to spend my night with. Someone who’ll give me the time of day” You purr, leaning your weight into the side of the waiter. “This is Carlos”.

You can feel the tremble of Carlos as he looks up at Rafe who stands a few inches taller than him, you feel him step closer to the bar putting space between the two of you. Rafe is quick to place his hand on your waist, a shiver runs through your spine and his fingers tighten on your hip. “Felt that” he whispers, his eyes still on Carlos who has now rounded the bar and hidden himself behind a tray of drinks as though Rafe might punch him for even looking at you. “We will take 2 shots of tequila” Rafe states, nudging you towards the seat at the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, leaning your elbow on the bar as you watch Carlos pour small glasses of Tequila. He keeps quiet and pushes them towards you, Rafe grabs both glasses and passes you one. Your fingers touch briefly only to cause goosebumps to litter your skin. Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips you throw the drink back in one quick gulp, Rafe follows behind moments after.

He slaps the glass down on the bar and sprawls his palm over your thigh, crowding his body into yours. He’s got your back pressed against the chair, your head bent slightly to look up at him. “Were you in on this prank with Topper?” he questions, the smell of Tequila kisses the tip of your nose. His mouth is slightly open, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. His once light blue eyes darkened over as he took in the sight of you. “No, I wasn’t”.

You had been confident and ready to show him what he could have had, ready to leave the restaurant the moment he noticed you in a different dress. But the look in his eye and the way his skin felt on yours had your stomach full with butterflies, your panties grew wetter just at the sight of him. The hand on your thigh pushed apart your legs so he could step between them. “So, you don’t usually dress like a 40 year old woman?”

“No”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes”

He slides his hands up the base of your neck and his thumb strokes your throat, another arm reaching out to scoot you to the edge of the chair where his thigh meets your already drenched cunt. “You're very pretty” he whispers, mouth on yours before you can react. His tongue is everywhere, you can taste him and the tequila which send you into a frenzy of unknown feelings.

A muffle moan slips from your lips, Rafe presses further into your body at the sound. Fingers gripping your throat tightly, he pulls away for a moment to look down at you.

His lips wet with your saliva, eyes hooded as lust overtakes every sense in his brain. “Are you going to take me to yours?” You question, biting down on your lower lip. Instead of answering he’s lifting your body off the stool and carrying you out of the building bridal style. “Throw the drinks on my tab carlos” he shouts as he exits the building with you in his arms, his legs moving at a ridiculous speed towards his big truck.

Not even 5 minutes go by and you're being dragged out of the car and into a huge home. Much bigger than the home you grew up in and you questioned exactly how rich this guy was. “Don’t get nervous now pretty girl” he whispers, his teeth brushing your earlobe as his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you up the stairs and into his bedroom. “How rich are you!” You exclaim when you see the size of his room, a very big bed against the windows and a chandelier that looks to cost about the same amount as your car hangs from the ceiling. “Very”.

He pushes you against his bed, your body bounces slightly against the plush mattress. His hands travel up your calves, giving you a soft massage until he reaches the bottom of your dress. “Can I?”

He’s showing a much nicer side of him now and you're feeling a sense of whiplash, confused he’s asking for permission but very much liking it. “Please”.

It comes out almost like a plea and he chuckles under his breath, pushing up the material of your dress until it sits on your hips. He looks almost mesmerized by your thighs as his fingers grope at the flesh, pulling your legs apart so he can sit between them. “Fuck.. your actually perfectly.. Topper is an asshole for trying to hide you from me”.

A blush creeps up your chest and he dips to press open mouth kisses to your thighs, your panties are completely drenched now. The inside of your thighs damp as he practically sucks your skin into his mouth, his nose bushes against your aching pussy sending electric bolts up your spine.

“Oh… shit”

“Like that pretty girl? Want me to eat this sweet little pussy? I’ll devour it and have you scream my name, imprint the feeling of my tongue on your cunt and have you begging for it again and again” he almost growls, pressing a kiss to your mound and looking up at you through his lashes. You're a panting mess, sweat drips from your forehead already. “Yes.. yes please Rafe”.

He pulls your panties to the side and pushes all the air in his lungs out of his nostrils, eyes mesmerized by the sight of your bare pussy. It’s wet and practically begging for him, he doesn’t waste time and licks the full length of your pussy. “Fuck” you cry, arching your back off the bed and grinding your hips into his face.

He presses his palm to your stomach to stop you from moving, eating you out almost delicately, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. One hand scratches at his scalp trying to pull him as close as possible, your other hand moves to slip your breasts out of your dress. Rolling your erect nipple between your fingers, Rafes eyes lift up to watch you. His dick straining in his pants.

“You’re such a fucking pretty little thing, you like this? Let me give a taste of what’s to come” he groans, easing a finger into your wet hole. “oh god” you cry as he adds a second finger, bringing a third finger close behind. Stretching you wide he slides his fingers in and out, you can hear how wet you are as he finger fucks you. Bringing his mouth back down to your clit, you just about scream when he curls his fingers inside of you. “I’m so close” you whine, clenching around his fingers with each brush to your g spot. “Yes, yes! Like that oh fuck”.

All you see is white as your body gives into the best orgasm of your life, practically convulsing under his touch. He doesn’t withdraw his fingers until you lay flat staring up at the ceiling in shock. “You're very vocal,” he says, moving his body to hover over you. Your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment but he’s quick to grip your jaw and press his lips to your mouth. “I fucking love it”.

Your mouths are all over each other, fighting for dominance before he pulls away and kisses your neck and collarbones. Moving his lips to your breasts and sucking softly at your nipple while the other hand palms the other one. You reach between the two of you and begin unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls away for a few seconds to remove the material. Your hands wander over his shoulders and you push him away from you, pushing him to lay on his back to repay him but kissing and biting down his chest and stomach, placing small kisses at the waistband of his shorts.

He sits back and watches you under hooded eyes, enjoying the slowness you take. He’s so used to rushing with women, wanting a quick fuck and throwing them out. But with you it’s different he has this urge to take care of you and fuck you slow, he’s not sure where these feelings are coming from.

You pull at his shorts and throw them on the floor, his legs spread open for you. Your eyes practically assault him as you stare at the bulge in his underwear, the black contrast on his skin has you dripping all over again. “Like what you see?” He questions, his hands are up behind his head and you momentarily forget there was a person connected to the huge cock in front of you. “Very much, I think I’ll like it more once I get rid of these” you state, gripping the waistband and looking up at him for a moment, he sends you a quick nod and you pull down the material, your inside clenching as his cock springs free and hits his lower stomach. Pre cum spurts out and you have an urge to lick it from him and that’s exactly what you do, he groans loudly and grips a handful of your hair. Your mouth sucks at his tip, slowly pulling him in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly. “Jesus Christ… this fucking mouth is perfect” he breaths out through his nose and squeezes his eyes closed, your mouth works against him, your hand cups his balls and you can tell he’s holding himself back. His fingers clench and unclench your hair, as though he’s fighting with himself. You pull away for a moment “you don’t need to hold back, you can be rough”.

He pulls you up towards his head moving your legs to straddle him, your hands lay flat either side of his head and your tits hang in his face. “I’m going to fuck you now, I want to feel this pretty little pussy around me okay?” His hand cups your cunt and you nod frantically, wanting to feel him stretch you so bad. His eyes spark with color and he reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing a loose condom from the drawer. You watch as he rips the foil packet and hands you the condom, your hand reaches down between the two of you and you roll it over his throbbing cock, it’s warm and you're eager for it to fill you.

You lower yourself onto him, just the tip at first, already this felt too good. Dropping lower until his cock stretches you wide, both your breaths jagged and sharp. “Fuck this feels like heaven” he moans, his big hands find home on your hips. He watches you find your confidence, bringing your body back up off his cock and drop back down, grinding your hips with each thrust. Your hands splay upon his chest as you brace yourself on him. He slides one hand up from your hip, tickling you as he brushes under your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze before moving to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around the base, his thumb strokes you momentarily before pressing slightly into your windpipes, causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You like the feeling of being trapped, bouncing harder against him until the familiar tingle floods your vein. “Fuck” you cry, your clit is aching needing some attention. You reach between the two of you to fondle the bud. “Rafe”

He flips the two of you over, pushing your legs apart and up towards your shoulders. His eyes drink in the site of your wet stretched hole, wide open for him and only him. He pushes back inside of you and deepens his pace, you can feel everything and it’s making you dizzy. “You like this? Like the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you? Should have fucked you in that grandma dress, coated it with my cum and given it back to Topper” he growls, pinching your clit between his fingers. “FUCK” you scream, your finger nails scratch up the length of him. Desperately trying to get him closer, he kisses and sucks at your neck leaving little marks of ownership on you. “I’m goi-ing to come”.

Gripping his shoulders he quickened his pace, slipping his arm between you and the mattress to angle your hips just a little higher.

“Fuck, fuck” “fucking perfect y/n”.

Hearing your name sends you off the edge and you crash around him, pussy pulsating around his heavy cock. Nails so deep in his skin you're sure he’s bleeding, vision blinded by white hot heat. He’s close behind as he curses over and over again into your neck, you can feel his cock trembling within you. He half collapses on you, bodies sticking together and your synchronized breaths fill the still room. A million different thoughts run through your brain when you come to terms with what just happened.

However Rafe notices the change in the atmosphere and slowly pulls out of you, moving to lay beside you with a humph. “Well that was the best blind date of my life… Topper has a lot of explaining to do, can’t believe he’s been hiding you from me” he grins, his pearly white teeth and crinkles by his eyes sets the butterflies off in your belly all over again.

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yayll · 2 months ago

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Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

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marcsburnerphone · 11 months ago

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Wish to make up

Captain John price x f!reader

Summary:being johns’ wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

Warnings: angst,(hurt/comfort, 141 task force loves you, price is full of guilt, reader is struggling to process her feelings, they makeup

Finally a part three.

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You woke with heavy arms draped around your waist. The memory of falling asleep is nonexistent just like your want to continue to lay here. You’re frustrated and still deprived of sleep and it’s all because of the man laying happily beside you. With dainty hands you carefully lift his arm and slip out of bed setting it right beside him. Tip toeing out of the bedroom without waking him was light work, what wouldn’t be light work is getting into your car and driving to your best friend's house which also happened to be Gaz’s sister. Were you making this a bigger deal than what it should be, maybe? But are you going to manipulate yourself into acting like it doesn’t hurt, no? Time and space is what your mind was chanting. Maybe that’s what it would take cause he apologized already, even left base to do so but still that icky feeling that sticks to your heart like honey is becoming like a second tissue. With keys in your hand and house slippers on, you make your way to the door confident that you’ll be fast enough.

“Where are you going?” Confidence isn’t always key.

“I- I um I’m going to lanes.” You say turning to face him at the end of the hallway.

“Why?” It’s blunt and laced with pure confusion.

“Cause I want to.” Your eyebrows creased at the obvious answer.

“You never leave when I come home.” His eyes don’t look away from yours for a second, you're actually not even sure if he’s blinked in the past two awkward minutes.

“Well John, the circumstances on this arrival are very different.” He hums in response waiting for you to say more but when you don’t he continues.

“What can I do?” He asks exasperated.

“What?” It’s your turn to return that same energy.

“I'm not sure what I can do further than apologize and come home to show you I’m truly sorry for my actions so now I’m asking what more can I do?” He looks more slouchy than usual, actually than ever John usually holds his head high and his shoulder back right now he just looks tired.

“I just need some space John and time cause I too don’t know what you can do.” Those words shred him apart. He finally looks away and to the side door that leads into the patio.

“Just a little till I calm down or something.” You're trying to make it sound a little less heavy.

“Or something? So should I leave then.” He’s anxiously chewing on his lower lip, something you’ve cursed him for in the past.

“If you’d like but this is your home also.” He laughs and it’s absent of humor.

“How long?” He asks.

“How long?” You return his question confused.

“How much time and space are you asking of me?”

“I’m not sure?” Truthfully you weren’t.

“For fucks sake my love.” He whispers and it’s killing him.

“We’ve just never been in this position before so it’s new and confusing and I’m angry but I love you but it hurts and it’s so unlike you to make me feel this way so I’m sorry but this is the consequence of your own actions and I won’t be the one to apologize, now can you please move your car cause I’ve just noticed your blocking me in.” You couldn’t have even left if you wanted. Oh does god have his ways of working.

He silently walks past you grabbing his keys off the rack by the door and swiftly gets into his car, starting it and backs up signaling for you to exit. You’re now sitting in your car starting it wondering if this is how you should be handling this. But nonetheless you leave and he pulls into your spot. When you get home you figure then you’ll have your thoughts pulled together and you’ll work it out like you know you can.

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“Lane but you don’t understand he yelled at me like I wasn’t his wife or any respected person.” It’s been an entire hour of you crying then getting angry at the whole situation again to your poor friend.

“And has he ever done it before in the past three-four years?” Her eyebrow is raised but her tone is soft.

“No but that’s not the point; he's done it now.” The sass in your tone makes her smile.

“Did he apologize?”

“Yes.” You say bluntly.

“So you're punishing him for losing his cool, which he is wrong for but then he apologized and if I remember this right he also came to apologize in person and he’s never done this before.” She’s simply stating facts.

“Well when you put it like that.” You whisper looking out of the open window.

“You're not looking at the bigger picture. I’ve been married, divorced and now remarried. And what I’ve learned from it is love and marriage is a gift but hard fucking work.”

“You had a first husband?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah ages before Dan, his name was Lucas and he was my first love. He was an angry man though I was always doing something wrong in his eyes and all hell broke loose when he was upset. I don’t think he ever once apologized for it though, I did though every single time.” You can tell but the creases between her brows still hurt from it.

“I’m so sorry.” Your worries probably look so stupid in her eyes.

“Dan and I have gotten into it before and it was his fault, something similar to your situation. I had accidentally spilled coffee on his work desk one late night when I brought it to him, it soiled some papers and he lost it. I worried that I was dating Lucas number two till I saw the look in his eyes when all was said and done. He looked devastated, I mean absolutely torn. He apologized immediately and cleaned up the mess he apologizes to this day for it. Sometimes all people can do is apologize because words can’t be taken back but trust can be rebuilt and we love them so much that forgiveness is the only option to moving forward.”

You hum and smile at her warm gaze that’s now laid upon you.

“Do you ever get scared he’ll do it again?”

“No and even if he does I know his heart. We’re human for Christ's sake. I've also said some hurtful things to him when I was stressed. But we know each other and don’t take it in vain.”

The pause in silence is carried in like a warm breeze as you sit and let her words soak in.

“Now if John does it again I’ll kick his ass.” It’s sincere.

You laugh with your entire being at that cause Lane has always kept her word.

“Well in that case I guess I can forgive him.”

“He loves you darling. I’ve known John Price since Gaz first introduced me to him maybe 8 years ago and that man has never looked at or loved someone as gently as he loves you.”

“Was I foolish to make such a big deal out of it?”

She laughs

“No, I cried for a whole night non stop when Dan yelled at me and that whole night he was the one to hold and comfort me. I even told him to just leave to pack up and go but he stayed and was patient and caring and that’s when I knew that man is my forever.”

“John held me this evening while I slept. He actually didn’t want me to leave but still moved his car when I asked so I could go.”

“That man wouldn’t stop you from doing what you wanted even if it’d hurt him.”

“I should go home now, Thankyou for listening to me. I'll come by tomorrow and tell you how it went.”

“Okay honey you get home safe.”

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On the drive home you just let yourself think. Think of all the times you’ve given John attitude and even the time you’d called him a stupid wanker when he accidentally threw your expensive facial cream that he’d bought away and how he’d taken it with a grain of salt and got you a new one. How the one time you’d scraped the side of his brand new truck and cried to him while explaining what happened and he’d laughed and gotten it repainted the next morning. You’d thought about how so perfect your husband has been, so perfect that you forgot he could be human.

When you pulled into the driveway your heart dropped at the sight of his empty Parking spot. Had he really left? I mean sure your invitation to stay wasn’t so welcoming.

You put your car in park and cried. Cried at how he hurt you and did the only thing he could which was apologize then you cried at how he left all because you basically implied that that is what you wanted and cried about how much you just wanted him to hold you now.

Your car got too cold to sit in so you made your way to the door and inside, unsurprisingly John turned the heater on for you. A cup of tea would surely soothe the hurt.

You sat at the kitchen island sipping from the mug you’d hoped would cure the heavy feeling in your chest. He didn’t even leave a note or a text but then again you told him you needed space.

Lost in thought your forehead pressed to the cold counter, tears slipping mindlessly from your eyes the sound of keys jangling by the door made your head perk up.

Heavy footsteps made their way towards the kitchen when no other than your husband walked in carrying two grocery bags.

“John.” You blinked so heavily relieved at the sight of him.

“Jesus love you scared me.” He doesn’t jump or give any indication that you’d scared him other than the words.

“You didn’t leave.” Your bottom lip quivers and you beg for the tears to stay in your eyeballs.

“Have I ever left without saying goodbye?” He says, setting the bags down and slowly approaching you with caution and softly cupping your face.

You said no more and leant into his strong chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you pulling you in tight. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as a warm scruffy kiss was planted on your temple.

After what felt like forever you parted from him and looked silently into his eyes.

“My love I’m desperately sorry, I’ll say it for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes I just-”

“I know.” You cut him off and caress his cheek lightly as he turns his head planting a kiss to your palm.

“You don’t have to forgive me.” He assures you.

You pull him towards you urging him to kiss you. He complies with no complaints and when your lips meet it's like every speck of worry in this universe fades to none.

“Lane has a way with words I can assume, just like her brother.” John mutters when you pull apart. You laugh and lean your head onto his chest just a bit below his heart listening to the soothing rhythm of it. He sways the two of you side to side and somehow he makes it feel like the earth spins just for you

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The holidays have been rough and oh god am I exhausted but nonetheless I can’t Thankyou enough for reading, commenting and showing me an unbelievable amount of support my heart is with you guys.

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tonyspank · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER EIGHT | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, threesome, idk what else

Words: 5.8k

A/N: i dont know what to say

series masterlist | main masterlist | previous chapter | drabble 1

"Hey, Olivia! Wait up." Eli says, jogging to the girl's side as she walks to her next class. Olivia smiled and slowed her pace. "What's up?" she asked, confused by the fact Eli was approaching her as it's normally the other way around. Eli hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was wondering if you're okay... I haven't really talked to you in a while."

Olivia looks around, letting out a, "Um..." Eli twists his lips, adjusting his bookbag straps. Olivia sighed. "I'm alright," she said, before giving Eli a small smile. "I've just been thinking about how one-sided everything was, you know?" Eli didn't need any other clues about what Olivia was talking about. It was obvious she was talking about you.

"I just find it immature and rude about how she couldn't have said something earlier. It's like she was trying to make me feel unwanted," Olivia continued. Eli nodded in a frown apparent on his face, "I'm sorry, Liv."

"It's alright," Olivia said. "I just wish she had been honest with me from the start. That would have been the mature thing to do." Eli nodded in agreement. He knew he couldn't change the situation, but he wanted to do something to help.

"Let me take you out for some ice cream. What do you say?" Olivia smiled, her bright eyes twinkling in the light. "Um...sure. I guess." She says, breathing out a small laugh.

Eli laughs as well, his face heating up from the sound she made. "Here, let me walk you to class." He held out his hand, and Olivia took it, a smile blooming on her face. He smiled back, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. They slowly made their way to class, content in the silence between them.

You and Eli were now at practice, doing a 1v1 drill your coach had suggested for the two of you. You take a step back, pump-faking before shooting the shot, which goes in successfully. Eli's face is blank and you're a bit concerned, he hasn't said anything this entire practice. You hand him the ball, a furrow in your brows. "E, what's wrong?"

Eli sighs, avoiding your gaze. "Why haven't you talked to Olivia yet?" He finally looks up, his expression softening. "That's pretty fucked up man. She was like for real sad about what's been going on between you two."

You look down, feeling ashamed. "I know, I just don't know what to say," you mumble. Eli looks at you sympathetically and says, "It's ok, just be honest with her. She deserves that much." You take a deep breath and nod, getting into position to guard Eli.

He looks at you for a few seconds before dribbling the ball. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." You say as Eli shoots it, swishing the shot. "No, talk to her today. You keep delaying it and never end up doing it." He grabs the rebound, standing in front of you.

You grab the ball from him, shrugging him off and walking behind the three-point line. You run to the paint for a layup but Eli blocks it, staring you down the entire time. "I'm being serious, Y/N."

You take a step back and feel your blood starting to rise. "I said I will." He stares at you, "And I said do it today. Not tomorrow." You scoff at his word choices and tone, "Why are you acting like my father?"

He narrows his eyes and steps closer. "And why are you acting like an asshole? How fucking hard is it to say two words?" You don't answer, you just turn and leave the gym, grabbing your bag as you exit. He doesn't call after you, and you don't look back, but you can feel his eyes on your back until you're out of sight.

You head home feeling frustrated and angry. You arrive home and sit on the couch, still replaying the scene in your head. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You know he was right, but you're still angry.

"You okay?" You hear Jenna ask, walking into the living room. You take another deep breath and nod. "Yeah, I'll be okay," you say, forcing a smile. Jenna places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

She squeezes your shoulder and stands up, a smile on her face. "Jenna! What if Jacob walked in here," you whisper yell, looking to see if he was present or not. Jenna just chuckles and shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Jacob is on a Zoom call for some meeting." You relax, a small smile forming on your lips.

You pull Jenna down, bringing her into a more intense kiss. Jenna wraps her arms around your neck, the two of you melting into each other. You pull away, breathless, and look into each other's eyes, smiling as your hearts beat fast. "Emma invited us to her place."

You hum, scanning her outfit. "Is that why you're wearing this yellow dress?" Jenna blushes, her cheeks turning a light pink. "Yes," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hoped you'd like it."

Your hands reach out and take her hands in yours. "I love it," you say, smiling. "It's beautiful, just like you." Jenna's cheeks turn even pinker, and a smile spreads across her face. She looks up at you, her eyes shining with joy. You lean in and kiss her softly. "Let me just shower then we can go."

She nods and you hurry off to the bathroom. You quickly get cleaned up and head back out to the living room, where Jenna is waiting. You both smile at each other and head out the door, hand-in-hand, ready for a night of fun and adventure.

When you arrived at Emma's house you were greeted with a hug and smile, and you both head inside. Emma's outfit was stunning and you could tell she was excited to spend time with you. You all settled into the living room. Emma pours three glasses of her favorite wine.

You furrow your eyebrows as she hands you one. "I'm underage." Emma laughs giving you a wink. "Don't worry, I won't tell," she said. You smile and take a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine as it ran down your throat.

Jenna smiles at you through her glass, her eyes twinkling with amusement. That's when you felt the tension in the room. It felt like you were left out of something. You look back and forth between her and Emma, trying to figure out what was going on. Jenna places down her glass as Emma turns down the music that's been playing for a short period of time.

Emma clears her throat and begins to speak. "Do you like your wine?" she says, a smile creeping across her face. "Mhm, it's pretty good. I haven't had it before." Emma and Jenna exchange a knowing glance and Jenna smiles standing up from the other couch.

Jenna walks over to you and sits down beside you, pressing a kiss onto your neck. She takes the glass of wine from your hand, setting it aside. She reaches up, gently cupping your face in her hands, and bringing your lips to hers. The two of them kiss tenderly, the taste of the wine still on your tongues.

You pull away glancing at Emma who smiles in response, walking over to sit down on the opposite side of you. Jenna leans into your ear, whispering. "Emma and I wanna share you. Are you up for that?" You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of having both Emma and Jenna's attention. You turn to Jenna and give a nod, and they both break into wide grins.

Jenna and Emma exchange a glance before Jenna leans in closer and lightly kisses your cheek. You blush in response while Emma places a few kisses on your neck. You close your eyes and savor the moment, enjoying the warmth of their affection.

Emma runs her fingers through your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. Jenna's hand begins unbuttoning your shirt, while Emma's hand slides up your thigh. You can barely contain your excitement as their touch sends sparks through your body. They lean away from you, facing each other before their lips meet in a passionate embrace.

They break away, exchanging a look of desire, before turning back to you. "Let's move to my room," Emma says, standing up from the couch. You nod eagerly, standing up and following them. Your heart races as you make your way to the bedroom, anticipation coursing through your veins. You can hardly believe what's about to happen and Jenna was so okay with the idea.

You enter the room, the door closing behind you. You look around, taking in the sight of the bedroom before finally turning back to Emma and Jenna. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you take the first step forward. "Why are you being so shy?" Jenna teases, a small smile on her lips. You furrow your eyebrows, your own lips curving up. "Um...I'm not shy."

Jenna laughed, her smile widening. Emma stepped forward and put her hand on your shoulder. "We know you're not shy. Let's just have some fun, okay?" She said and you nodded, finally feeling a little more relaxed.

You take off all your in a rush, almost falling over before your hands reach out to the women in front of you, undressing them with ease. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, but you pushed your fear aside and embraced the moment.

You carefully removed the last piece of clothing and stepped away to admire your work. They both giggles, turning around and teasing you as they finally stood naked in front of you.

You smiled and admired their beauty, crouching down in front of their asses. "I don't even know where to begin..." Jenna giggles, biting her lip. "You should see Emma's face right now. She's basically begging for it." She turns to Emma, giving her a wink. Emma blushes, her heart racing. She can feel the anticipation building up inside her.

You place a hand on Emma's hip, licking her wetness from behind. Emma gasps in pleasure as you start flicking your tongue around wildly. You can feel Emma's body trembling as you keep licking her.

Her muscles start tensing up and her breathing becomes heavier. Emma lets out a loud moan of pleasure as you continue to pleasure her while Jenna smiles at her reaction, finding this a bit too interesting.

Emma is now on the edge, unable to take any more pleasure as you continue to lick her. Suddenly, she comes in a powerful wave of pleasure. "Shit! I'm cumming!" Jenna watches as Emma breathes heavily, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Jenna smiles, feeling proud of you for making Emma come. "Good job, baby. Emma has never had an orgasm from just oral before."

You smile, feeling satisfied with yourself. Emma looks behind at you with a satisfied expression, her eyes twinkling. While Jenna shakes her ass in your face, "Let's see if you can go two for two." You let out a small laugh before placing both your hands on Jenna's ass, spreading them apart before you slip your tongue inside her, feeling her wetness as she lets out a pleasured moan.

You slide your hands around her hips and pull her closer as you keep thrusting your tongue inside of her. Emma places a hand on Jenna's stomach, watching her reaction. Jenna's eyes are shut tight, her mouth agape. Jenna's breathing is becoming labored as she lets out a moan. "Y/N..."

"You heard that? She likes it, Y/N. Keep going." Emma smiles, her face alight with pleasure as she watches Jenna. Your hands slide up across Jenna's body, eliciting more moans from the woman in your arms. Emma takes a step back, watching as Jenna bites down on her lip, balling her fist up.

Jenna's body trembles as you keep going, the pleasure so intense that it's almost too much for her. She lets out a long, loud moan as you reach the peak, and her body is wracked with pleasure. "Fuckkkkk!"

Jenna collapses into your arms, her body still trembling with pleasure. You hold her close, the two of you basking in the afterglow. Emma looks on, a satisfied smirk on her face. Jenna pulls away, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looks into your eyes and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. You feel a warmth in your chest, a feeling of contentment and joy. Emma smiles at the two of you, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Two for two!" You laugh a goofy smile on your lips. Jenna playfully rolls her eyes, lifting herself up from you. "Have you ever gotten a rimjob?" You shake your head at Emma's question. Emma laughs, winking at Jenna. "No one has eaten my chocolate dropper." You tell Emma and Jenna's face scrunches up in response.

Jenna and Emma laugh, with Emma lightly punching you in the arm. "You're outrageous," Jenna says, shaking her head. The girls both drop to their knees, Emma behind you and Jenna in front of you.

Jenna grabs your dick, stroking you a bit, holding eye contact. Emma slides her hands down your back before, grabbing a hold of your ass. Jenna starts to move her hand faster, causing you to moan in pleasure. "That feels so good, Jen."

Emma takes the opportunity to stick her tongue into your rear end, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Woah!" Jenna laughs at your reaction. "How is it?" You shake your head, trying to think of the right words. "It's...something. It's not bad!"

Jenna giggles before taking you into her mouth. You feel a wave of pleasure rush through your body as Jenna begins bopping her head, almost taking all of you into her mouth.

You can feel Emma's tongue lapping against your bottom and a moan escapes your lips as Jenna increases her tempo. All too soon, Jenna pulls away, leaving you panting and wanting more. She looks up at you with a satisfied smirk and you know that you'll never forget this moment. You take a few moments to recover, before turning to Emma with a smile. "That was something else."

Emma just laughs as Jenna says, "Get on the bed." You eagerly hop onto the bed, lying on your back. Emma and Jenna join you on the bed, arching their backs as their mouth makes its way to your penis.

Emma and Jenna take turns licking your penis with their tongues, teasing your most sensitive parts. They move their mouths up and down the length of your shaft, letting their tongues swirl around the head of your penis. "Shit," You grab the sheet under you, unable to contain your pleasure.

They pull away and Jenna holds you by your balls. "I wanna see you suck her off." She says to Emma. Emma takes you into her mouth, sucking hard on your cock as Jenna watches. Jenna's eyes light up with pleasure as she watches Emma pleasure you.

She takes her hand and guides Emma's head, pushing her down further onto your shaft. You moan in pleasure as Emma moves faster, her lips feeling like silk against your skin.

Jenna can't take her eyes off the sight, her breathing fast and shallow. "I'm so close, shit." You whisper. Jenna smirks at this as Emma lets you go, smiling herself.

"You guys are too much," You mumble out, sitting up on the bed. Jenna laughs, her eyes sparkling. She moves closer to you, her hand tenderly brushing your cheek. "What are you waiting for?" She says, her voice low and quiet. "Come fuck me."

You take her in your arms, and your kiss is full of longing and desire. You lay Jenna on her back and Emma grabs her legs, holding them for her as you enter the brown-haired woman.

You thrust into her slowly, savoring the sensation of being connected to her. Jenna gasps groping herself as her mouth falls open. "Fuck, baby. You're so deep!" You keep thrusting, feeling a wave of pleasure building up inside you.

Emma's blue eyes stare at you, filled with desire. You quicken your pace as your desire intensifies, and you can feel Jenna's body trembling beneath you. Jenna's head throws back in elation, "I'm cumming!"

You let out a deep moan as you watch her cum, as her body shudders with pleasure. Emma wraps a hand around your neck, and you kiss her passionately. Jenna bites her lip at you both, smiling.

You pull away, both of you breathless. You pull out of Jenna with a deep groan before Emma places herself between Jenna's legs. Emma's tongue begins to work its magic as she arches her back into you. Jenna moans and her hips move in rhythm with Emma's motions. You slip inside the woman in front of you, keeping eye contact with Jenna the entire time.

You start thrusting in tandem with Emma, and soon all three of you are caught in a passionate frenzy of pleasure. Jenna's breath comes in gasps and Emma's moans fill the room. "It's so hot watching you fuck her," Jenna gasps out, a loud moaning following.

Jenna's body vibrates as she reaches another climax, Emma following right behind her. Emma collapses against Jenna and you pull out and lay down next to them, all of you panting and sweaty. "You're not tapping out already are you?" Jenna asks teasingly. You immediately shake your head. "Of course...not!" You pant, breathless.

Emma smiles, "I thought you played basketball? Your stamina is pretty shitty." You laugh and sit up, leaning on your arms. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm an unstoppable force on the court!" You reply, grinning. Jenna laughs and rolls her eyes, "Sure you are, champ!"

Jenna brings you into a heated kiss, pressing her body against yours and deepening the kiss. You wrap your arms around her waist and hold her close. Eventually, you break apart, and you both look into each others eyes, both with silly grins on your faces. "Let's prove it," you say, lifting her up on top of you so she can straddle you.

You smile, "I did earlier." Emma shakes her head, laughing. "That was nothing." In sync Jenna lowers herself onto you as Emma sits on your face, facing Jenna. You let out a groan as you feel the two of them on top of you.

The sensation of them both pressed against you is overwhelming. Emma starts to move her hips in a slow circle, pushing her warmth against your face. While Jenna begins rocking her hips, your eyes close and you are lost in the pleasure of the moment. Emma moans and Jenna giggles as the sensations take over.

"She's twitching so much Emma," Jenna giggles, biting down on her lip as she raises her hips. Emma grins and nods as Jenna's hips start to move faster. Your breathing becomes more labored as Jenna's hips continue to move in circles, spelling out a word.

Jenna mumbles something incoherent as she groans out in pleasure, her body shaking as the word is spelled out completely. Emma looks up at you Jenna with a smile, bringing her best friend into a kiss.

Jenna's eyes flutter open as she looks at Emma with a lazy smile, her cheeks flushed. Emma's body starts to shake and soon she lets out a loud moan, a liquid coating your face. Jenna's eyes close again as Emma's body relaxes, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. They remain still for a moment, enjoying the moment of peace and pleasure, before getting up and lying down again. "Cum on our faces, Y/N."

You sit up on your knees, kneeling above the women under you as you stroke yourself, bringing yourself closer to an orgasm. You cry out as you come, your pleasure spilling over the two beautiful women beneath you. They both look up, eyes gleaming in satisfaction, as you lay down between them, letting out a chuckle. "Best. Day. Ever."

They laugh before getting up to clean themselves off, "Guys." You say after them, and they both hum in response. "Let's not tell Eli about this. I think he'll actually murder me." They both nod, agreeing to keep this a secret.

It's been a couple of days since your secret happened, and you were chasing after Olivia in hopes to give her an apology. "Olivia!" You call after the girl. She turns around at the sound of your voice. She smiles and walks back to you. You send her a sad smile, "I just wanted to apologize for um, being childish and not communicating with you about my feelings and intentions." Olivia nods in understanding and reaches out to give you a hug.

You hug back tightly and feel a sense of relief wash over you. "It's okay. I appreciate you for apologizing, I've gotten over it though. I hope we can still be friends." You smile and nod. "Me too, I'd like that." You hug again and then part ways. Olivia waves goodbye and you watch her walk away, feeling a weight of guilt being lifted off your shoulders.

Time to get home.

Meanwhile, Jenna was asleep in bed. She had felt extremely tired this morning so you took the bus to school. Jacob was unaware of her tiredness and he had just gotten off the phone with his boss. Jacob had been given a work assignment that was due at the end of the day, but he wanted to spend some time with his fiancée before he stressed himself out about work.

He crawls into the bed, pressing a kiss onto Jenna's forehead. Jenna stirs, her eyes fluttering open. Jacob smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss on her lips, but before their lips meet Jenna places a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

She looks up at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Good morning," she says, her voice still thick with sleep. Jacob just smiles, leaning in for another kiss. She turns her hand, covering her mouth as she yawns.

"Why do you keep ducking my kisses?" Jacob laughs. He straddles the girl, smiling. "I'm in the mood and I miss you." She shakes her head, "I'm not in the mood, sorry Jacob." He sighs and sits up, looking away. "I understand, but it just seems like you're never in the mood. We haven't seen each other in months." She sits up in the bed. "I'm just tired."

Jacob caresses her face and gently kisses her forehead. "What's wrong?" She takes a deep breath and tears begin forming in her eyes. She turns away and begins crying. Jacob wraps his arms around her, holding her close. "It's ok, I'm here for you. You can tell me anything."

She takes another deep breath, "Jacob...I think I'm pregnant." Jacob sits in shock before pulling away from her. His mouth starts forming a wide smile. He looks into her eyes and says, "This is the best news I've ever heard. We're going to be parents." She looks up at him, her eyes still filled with tears. Jacob gently takes her face in his hands and wipes away her tears. "I'm going to be a dad!"

He stares at Jenna, noticing the sad look in her eyes. And that's when the realization hits. His happy face turns into shock and then anger. He lets go of her and takes a step back. "What have you done?" he says in a stern voice. "You—You really cheated on me?!"

Jenna starts to cry, and she hangs her head in shame. "I'm sorry," she whispers. He shakes his head in disbelief. "I can't fucking believe you!"

You walk through the front door, bopping your head as your headphones blast at full volume, unaware of the argument going on upstairs. Jenna looks up at him, tears streaming down her face. She quickly gets up from the bed rushing downstairs. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jacob yells after her, following her downstairs.

Jenna ignores him, rushing to the kitchen looking for her keys. She grabs her keys and turns to face him. "I'm leaving," she says, her voice shaking. "I cheated on you, Jacob. It's clear we're not happy anymore." Jacob stares at her, stunned. He's speechless as she turns away, but stops her, harshly grabbing her wrist.

"Let me go," Jenna says, her voice barely a whisper. He stares into her eyes, his grip tightening. "I won't let you go," he says. "I won't let you leave me like this."

Jenna struggles to break free, but his grip is too tight. She looks into his eyes, pleading for him to let her go. His face softens and he lets her go, "Jenna, please."

A hand runs through his hair. "I don't care if you cheated! I love you, okay? Stay with me, please? I came here so we could fix things, didn't I? So, let's fix it!" She stepped closer, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't love you anymore. This isn't healthy Jacob."

Jacob's face fell, his eyes widening in disbelief. He stepped away, the hurt evident in his expression. "But I thought... I thought you said you still loved me." She shook her head sadly. "I did, but things have changed. I can't do this anymore." She goes to turn away, but Jacob stops her, dropping to his knees.

He reaches for her hand, begging her to stay. "Please, I can't bear to lose you. I love you too much." She looks down at him, her face softens, and then she shakes her head. "It's over, Jacob. I'm sorry." His hand drops to his side. He stares up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. You walk into the kitchen, slowly taking off your headphones. Jacob slowly stands up, turning his head to you.

You look between the two, not knowing what to say. Jacob quickly wipes his face as Jenna makes her way toward you, rubbing a hand on your forearm. "I have to tell you something," Jenna whispers to you, her voice trembling. You can feel her body shaking as she holds onto your arm. "Jenna, what's wrong?" You ask, staring into her brown eyes before looking at Jacob.

Jacob shakes his head, sighing as he rubs his temples. Jenna takes a deep breath and looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm pregnant," she whispers, before burying her face in your shoulder, her body heaving with sobs. You hold her close, unsure of what to say.

You feel her pain and her fear, and you know that everything is going to change. You take a deep breath and whisper "We'll get through this, together."

Jenna nods against your chest, tears still streaming down her face. You gently stroke her hair, letting her know you'll help her along the way, every second. Jacob stares at the two of you, his heart basically shattering.

"It's you..." he mumbles, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Jenna looks up at Jacob with a teary smile. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Jacob...I'm so sorry." Jacob shakes his head, her temper beginning to rise. Jacob steps back and looks away.

"What happens when she decides you're too much for her and she wants her youth back, huh? You're just creating another you... Making her settle down so young just to end up unhappy. That's supposedly what happened to you, right? What happens when her parents find out?" He says, his voice low and soft, but obviously filled with confusion and anger.

She bites her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "That won't happen," she says firmly. "I love her and I'm not going anywhere." Jacob scoffs, "Jenna you let an eighteen-year-old get you pregnant! She's still in high school!"

Jenna glares at him. "That doesn't matter. We can make this work, I know we can." Jacob shakes his head. "You're delusional." He turns away, unable to watch or listen anymore. Jenna takes a deep breath and watches Jacob leave.

Jacob slams the door, not even going upstairs for his things. You stand there a bit before turning back to Jenna, wiping the tears from her eyes. Jenna takes a few moments to compose herself before turning to you. "I'm sorry for that," she says with a sad smile. You shake your head, your mind on one thing only.

"When did you find out?" Jenna looks away, her voice shaking. "Yesterday," she whispers. "I just didn't know how to tell you." You pull her into a hug, rubbing her back softly. "I'm still shocked we're pregnant."

Jenna looks up at you, a mixture of joy and fear on her face. You kiss her forehead, reassuring her that you are both going to be ok. She takes a deep breath and smiles, knowing that you are in this together.

Here you were, back at your dining room table, except it wasn't as full as it was last time. You, Jenna, Eli, and your parents surrounded it. You told your parents to come home early due to an emergency, and Eli had come over as well due to the fact you texted him an SOS.

You all looked at each other, not quite sure what to say. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, the only movement was the occasional shifting in a chair. Finally, Jenna spoke up, breaking the silence.

"I have some news..." Your eyes glance at Jenna before staring at your parents. There's no way she's not going to ease her way into this? "Me and Jacob have split." Your parents' eyes widened in surprise, unsure of what to say. There was a moment of stunned silence.

Your mom was the first one to speak, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." Your dad cleared his throat, grabbing Jenna's hand. Jenna gave your dad's hand a gentle squeeze before speaking up, "It'll be alright, I wasn't happy anyway."

Eli mumbles something only you can hear, "Good riddance." You look at Eli, shaking your head at him. You turn away from Eli, not wanting to see the smug look on his face. You take a deep breath and look around the room, feeling the tension in the air.

You can see the worry and sadness on your parent's faces, and you know that worry is going to change into confusion and anger once Jenna tells them you got her pregnant.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare for the inevitable storm that's coming. You know this situation will change everything and you're not sure if it will be for the better. "Are you okay?" Your dad asks, his eyebrows pushed together. Jenna nods, "Yeah. I'm fine. Y/N has been there for me."

Jenna gives your dad a reassuring smile as your mom sends you a tight-lipped smile in appreciation, you nod back at her, but your heart is racing. "We uh, actually have something to tell you." Jenna's gaze drops to her hand that's engulfed in your dad's, biting her lip.

Your dad glances at your mom confused, smiling. "What is it?" Eli's eyes widen as he realizes what Jenna's about to admit. "Y/N and I are... um... we're dating." Jenna smiles nervously, awaiting his response. Your parents exchange looks before your dad speaks. "Well, that's unexpected," he says with a chuckle. "Ummmm..." Your mom says, letting out her own laugh.

"But if you two are happy, then that's all that matters," your dad continues. Your mom nods in agreement, a smile on her face. "It's unexpected, but if you guys take it slow, then we can support you both." They exchange a glance and you can tell that they are both in agreement. You scratch your nose, "We have more news too..."

Your parents look at each other, a mix of surprise and anticipation in their eyes. "What is it?" your mom asks. You take a deep breath and tell them the rest. "Jenna is... Jenna's pregnant, and I'm the parent."

They both looked stunned. "What are you going to do?" your dad asked. You took a deep breath and said, "We'll figure it out together." Your mom shakes her head, "Honey. Listen to me, you're in high school, okay? You have many more years to have a baby! Right now you need to focus on basketball and your education."

You looked at them both and sighed. "I know," you said. "But we're going to keep it." Your dad nodded his head, not knowing what else to say. But your mom finds the words for him, "What are you going to do? Drop out of school?" You shook your head. "No, I'm going to find a way to make it work."

Jenna places a hand on your thigh. " We'll figure it out together, don't worry." You smiled at her, grateful for her support. You looked at your parents, determined to make it through this. "I'm taking responsibility guys." Jenna squeezed your thigh, nodding in agreement. Your parents shared a look before they both sighed in relief.

Your dad stands up, his chair screeching against the tile. "I need a quick breather." Your mom watches him walk away, frowning at you. "Y/N, we worked hard so you could be the opposite of us. We wanted you to go big places with your opportunities." She sighed and shook her head. "I just want you to remember that." She turns around, following your dad.

You glance at Eli, completely forgetting he was here. He's been staring at the two of you with a blank face, not moving a muscle. You feel a lump in your throat, and you don't know why you're feeling so emotional.

Eli quickly gets up wrapping his hands around your throat playfully, shaking your body. He laughs, and you can't help but laugh too. You hug him tightly, grateful for his presence. "I'm going to be an uncle!"

You smile and look into Eli's eyes, seeing the joy that has been missing for so long. He smiles back, and you know that things will be alright. You also know Eli would be the perfect uncle to your child.

"Have you thought of names?" Eli's face lights up and he starts listing off names he likes. You can't help but smile. Jenna playfully rolls her eyes at your best friend, calming herself down from the conversation she just had with your parents. "But like really! Kian is a cute name. It means king or like the grace of god." You furrow your eyebrows, "What if it's a girl?"

"Kia! Duh!" Jenna starts to laugh. Eli joins in, and soon the three of you are in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. You can't help but appreciate the silly moment, and you feel your worries start to fade away.

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serxinns · 4 months ago

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The Hero awaits but With a deadly fate: Chapter 3

A/n:finally its been done I hope you enjoy it whatndo you thimk happens next tell me in the comments! Also f for reader for going through this shit lol

"Hey....mina!" You awkwardly hugged her, slowly patting her on the back. "We've missed you so much! It's been years!" She sniffles, trying to hold back tears. "Look how much you grown!" Laughed Kirishima as he patted you hard you glared as he gave you a shark tooth grin

"And look at those muscles you've been working out baby?~" Denki said as he poked and played with your muscular arms. "I can't believe your dumbass thought running away was an option" "Oh, cut them some slack. They were probably scared and confused right, y/n?" You ignored Jiro's comments slowly looking around to try and find a way to escape

I gotta find a way outta here and away from these psychos!

You thought to yourself, trying to think of a way out of this; there, you spotted a door that read exit. "Wait, why are you all dressed up in that.." Mina narrowed her eyes at your clothing. You gulped, trying to build up some sort of excuse. "I just wanted to play dress up!" "You never wanted to wear these types of clothes back in high school. You even said you hated that style," Sero glared at you. "Well, I like it NOW! You know people change over the years"

Denki noticed something on your left arm and grabbed it,and pulled up the ssleeve. "What the fuck!?" Denki said as the other catch glanced at what he was aiming at and everyone stood silent "Who the fuck did this" Bakugo glared as the others looked concerned

Cmon y/n think of something ANYTHING

"I....got this a while ago" (...WHAT KIND OF REASONING IS THAT!? ) Your thoughts degraded you for your choice of words as you wanted to slap yourself in the face so bad "Really y/n We aren't 1st graders.." sero said rolling his eyes "and this cut wasn't a while ago cause the womb is still fresh and bleeding" Kirishima added, you were very concern and a bit tense the way he said it so casually, jirou the grabbed your arm and observed the craved wording slowly

"Himiko got you didn't they" Jirou bluntly said as she stared at you with a stern look "That stupid blond bitch got to you 1st!?" Denki's words were laced with shock and venom as the others started crowding around you, waiting for you to respond "No, really, it was-" "Cut the shit, y/n. Who else has HT in their name!?" You slowly backed away from the raging blonde. "I...i"

They all started cornering you blocking your way to escape while you stood back in fear not uttering a simple word until a horrifying familiar voice called out

"Kacchan? Why are you at the abandoned parking lot damnit! I told you to meet us at the abounded agency down the street"

No...NO NO NO NO NOT HIM PLEASE NOT HIM

They all turned toward the green-freckled boy... Izuku Midoriya behind him were Iida, momo, Ochako, tsuyu, and Todoroki all glaring at them looking impatient Mina quickly hid you behind Denki and Sero while Sero covered your mouth shut you tried struggling out of their grip but it was useless despising your lack of energy

"Ugh fuck off, shitty nerd, it's none of your business," Bakugo barked; izuku then turned his gaze onto yours as you quickly hid behind the 2 males praying he didn't recognize you. "Say, who's that person you're hiding?" Izuku's grin widened maliciously

Denki and Sero gulped sweat pouring down their face "Just a nobody thats all" Denki quickly replied iida rolled his eyes "Oh please do you idiots think we'll believe that" Just when they were about to protest a hand touched their chest as they started to float up

"HEY, PUT US DOWN, OCHAKO!" the 2 boys yelled, squirming around. Ochako scoffed as she set her gaze on you. She was stunned as you awkwardly waved at her. "Um, hi..."

Jesus Christ, I just wanna go home...I hope Eris safe

"Y/NNNNN!!" She then jumped and tackled you, almost making your trip as Tsuyu, momo, and Iida joined in the hug, checking for injuries as the others glared at each other "Hey, why didn't you inform us you found y/n the fuck happened to the deal?" He narrowed his eyes

Can someone just pull a trigger and kill me already..

"Oh shut up we found them 1st! And there's no way we would let you keep them, especially with YOU." The green hair then laughed humorlessly at his rival. "HA! I should say the same to you! You are just as bad, and you know it, and you want them just as much as I do!" Everyone then started fighting and arguing about who gets to claim you while you stared in horror

Keep me what am I a toy!? Fuck this!

You tried to run the opposite side until bumped into someone from behind "Little listener is that you?~ your body stiffed as you slowly raised your head to the voice directly praying that it wasn't who you think it was but luck said "fuck you your on your own at that point", you were met with your former teacher present mic with a crazed look in his face "yes it has..." a dark chuckled escaped from a deep voice

...no.AIZAWA!? Please God anything but him

"Moonbean! My little star student oh how I missed you~" Your other teacher midnight appeared behind him cooing as if you were 15 again You slowly backed away cautiously as you tried to activate your quirk "Oh SUNSHINEEEEEE~" you yelped quickly turning around to see the once beloved top hero's mirio, Tamaki and neijire.. all looking with a psychotic look oh their face "p-please don't be afraid your gonna be safe with us" Tamaki added as neijire tried lunching at you but you dodged it barely

"You hooligans must be mistaken if you think they're coming with you" you groaned "You gotta be kidding me" You slowly turned to see Monoma, Kendo, Tetsutetsu, Komori, and Kuroiro all appeared out of the shadows as well "My little mushroom~ it's been forever~," Komori said as she stared dreamily in your eyes

"Now, komori San, we shouldn't scare the sweeti,e," Kendo sternly sa, id, "especially when we are gonna be the ones taking them home!" "back off, you freak. We saw them 1st!" Mina slapped her hand away "Watch your tone you alien" Shiozaki threw a few vines at her which Mina dodged and threw her acid at them

everyone else was in an uproar, activating their quirks and attacking them while you struggled to get yourself up and tried limping towards the exit until Sero stopped you. "Where do you think you're going, darling?" Sero sickly smiled at you, you glared backing up while he was slowly walking towards you

You turned to see a security room you quickly activated your hyno quirk, and before Sero could react he stood there expression blank "Go to the security room and open the door" Sero obeyed slowly walking towards the security room The others not caring were busy fighting with each other

Serp then burst down the door, you quickly dashed towards the security camera making sure nobody noticed, and inside was a small dusty room with old snack wrappers, and bag, and an empty coffee mug you looked around carefully not trying to make any sound until you saw the light switch

Izuku noticed this and his smile widened maniacally "Where do you think you going!?" he used his quirk to dash toward you everyone else noticed and turned towards you two you panicked and started spamming buttons praying one of them was connected to the light, just when izuku got close you managed to press the light button and everything turned dark

That's when you ran for it. You activated your quirk to turn invisible and ran for it. You didn't care how aching and burning your legs were you were you ran and ran until you knew you were safe...

you looked around in the empty dark parking lot desperately trying to find a good place to hide, you quickly saw a bunch of cars on the 2nd floor of the parking lot and quickly jumped into one locking all doors, and slumped down catching your breath for a moment until you heard a fade radio static on your earpiece "Hello y/n hello can you hear me!?"

"Hmm, there escaped. What a shame.." izuku calmly said as he stared. "Ugh, if we would've been quicker, we would've gotten them!" Hakagure whined waving her arms around "Guess we gonna have to play a little game then.." izuku turned to look at Momo with a question waiting for her to say something "A game of hide and seek~" Izuku and the other villains' faces turned into excitement and manic gleefulness "a hide and seek game count me in!" Midnight joined in as the other villains joined and cackled with glee

"Whoever catches them will keep them fair and square!" Neijire announced as everyone agreed on the terms and service bakugo smirk grew deviously his eyes filled with hunger, desire, and pure determination he was gonna make sure he got ahold of you, and when he did he'd never let you go...you needed him and he needed you...with a crazed smile he utters the word

"is everyone ready...?" As everyone was about to head off they heard a giggle "Such a shame for leaving us out~" A dark chuckle rang out there standing at the entrance was the Lov themselves walking past the former heroes as they glared at them "Such a shame indeed how rude not to invite us izuku" the green hair glared at the mention of his name as the dry skin man smiling widely at him "yea especially when our naughty darling ran away like that! especially after I I care of her and even marked them as mine~"

"Wait, YOU craved the H.T. on their skin?!" Ochako said as she glared at Toga she smiled in return "Of course who wouldn't especially if their blood tasted yummy~" she teased "Oh you-" "OK are we gonna start this game or not" Aizawa coldly said interrupting Kirishima's outburst izuku the clapped his hands and said what everyone needed to hear "OK then! Everyone the game starts in"

3...

2...

Hide and seek!

"Cmon cmon! Mirko, can you hear me?" You muttered curses to yourself, trying to get a single from the bunny hero. "C'mon, please, please!" You were trying to get the earpieces to work for what felt like forever, and you weren't backing down, not now, not ever. You want to escape those psychopaths.

"Hello, y/n!? Can you hear me? Where are you?" "YES, YES!!" You silently as you heard Mirko's voice again. "Yes, I can! I'm at the abandoned parking lot at"###### ######" Please help. I'm being hunted down!" Mirko smiled. After 3 weeks, they finally found you. "ok we'll be there, cops and all. Just hang tight and keep talking to me!" You smiled feeling a bit safe after all this

You were actually going to escape and once you did younwere gonna move locations with eri making sure the two of you will be safe-

"Oh bunny~ where have you hidden?"

You froze clutching the earpiece tightly causing it to muffle out something you couldn't understand, you then saw a tentacle hovering over the cars by you, you covered your mouth tightly with tears in your eyes as you watched in fear and with a swoop the strong tentacle wrapped its arm around the car by you crushing it in one squeeze your eyes widen at the strength and speed that tentacles have

You spotted the craze version of Tamaki, a once timid boy who always was behind the smiling boy mirror, now smiling like a psychopath. He isn't the man he was before. He was broken beyond repair...

But you weren't gonna give up especially if escape is your goal to true freedom from these hellish psychopaths it was like a little game for them but for you

A nightmare...

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betterinvienna · 3 days ago

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Hello, I don't know if you are taking requests but I was wondering if you could make a female reader x Aki Hayakawa where they are both a couple (they have been dating for a while) and she moves in with him so she helps him deal with his roommates (including Nayuta because she is very cute) I don't know if I explained myself well, do what you want hahaha I only ask that it be fun and fluffy

pink cheeks and hot coffee - aki hayakawa ⋆⁺₊❅.

overview: 8 months ago, in the cold Tokyo snow, you met him. Time-skip, and you're moving in with him, and meeting the people closest to him. Aki Hayakawa truly is a rom-com dream.

word count: 2848

tags: aki x gen!reader (except reader is called pretty) maybe ooc(?), mentioned power, nayuta, denji, and aki, aki likes to flirt, fluff, request, established relationship, canon divergence, aki is not some emotionless freak

warnings: none

author's note: uuuugh this took me a month to complete im so sorry to who requested this i've been infinitely busy :( changed some stuff up & left some key aspects of the request out, so let me know if you want me to continue this story rather than stop here. + not sure if this is ooc or not. fujimoto took my babies away from me so i havent seen their personality in forever dont beat me up pls

thank u 4 reading ^_^

8 months ago, you met Aki Hayakawa in the café a block from your apartment. Having just moved to Tokyo, you needed something familiar – thankfully, cafés are essentially the same everywhere. He ordered his coffee black – and you only remembered because that’s weird, ew – and shot you two fleeting glances before awkwardly returning to staring out the window.

Ten minutes later, you saw him leave a nice sum of yen on the table, exiting the café with a ding as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. Naturally, cigarettes repel you – secondhand smoke, ew again – but you shrugged and slid out of your booth, leaving the money necessary to cover your meal and then some, your shoes crunching the snow as you left the warm café. To be fair, you just wanted to test your luck – he’s cute and you like to talk. The worst he could do is start running in the opposite direction.

“Hi.” You breathed, cold fog punctuating your words.

He gave you a quizzical look, almost annoyed, even, and you chewed down on your bottom lip, regretting your bold choice already. He returned his gaze to his cigarette, flicking on the lighter and directing it to the end of the stick.

“Hello. Can I help you?”

“Right. Sorry. I noticed you –” You drew a blank. What’d you notice? Quick! Lie – he’s too cute. “Had the new Onitsukas. I like the, um, colorway. Black and grey. Suits your vibe.” You gesture to his black and grey Onitsuka Tigers, laced with matching black threads.

“Oh.” Confusion settled deeper into the man’s face, but a fresh pink tint decorated his cheeks. “Right.” He looked down, kicking some snow around and checking out his Tigers as if he forgot they were there. “Thank you.”

“I’m a big shoe fan myself, you know.” What a lie. You gave him a meek smile and kicked your Isabel Marants into the air for him to see. “The viral ones. Sold out everywhere. Couldn’t get them anywhere – well, except for one place. I stood in the rain for these.” Another lie. You ordered these online on a whim, because your best friend, Lou, said they’d look good on you and you were desperate for some new fashion options.

“Uh… okay,” His ears were red by now. Are you annoying him? Why did you think he cared about shoes? Get this guy’s number and get out of here. “That’s cool.”

You scratch your neck, running out of things to say. Ugh. Whatever. “I’m kind of new here. I was hoping I could get a friend or two, so, um…” you press your lips together, digging your phone out of your jacket’s pocket. His lips curled faintly upward when he saw your Sonny Angel glued to the back of your stickered phone case, but you handed him the overly decorated phone and pulled up the keypad screen anyway, hoping he got the gist.

Thankfully, he did. Aki snuffed the cigarette out under his shoe and sniffed through his frost-nipped, red nose. “Uh, I’m Aki. Aki Hayakawa.” He finally gave you a lopsided, awkward grin as he turned your phone back to you – with his number typed in it. Score! Cute guy’s number in your phone on just week 2 in Tokyo. Seems the ¥1.7k spent on YesStyle for this new-and-hip lip tint didn’t go to waste.

You nodded, smiling as you stared at the white numbers. By now, passersby were starting to notice your awkward exchange, but when have you ever been able to keep your mouth shut? “Thank you – I’ll text you. Also, why do you order your coffee black?”

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aki my baby: I’m going to stop by the corner store before I come over to help you pack. Do you want anything?

You roll over on your bed and pick up your phone, checking out the notification. Behind it, a picture of you and your boyfriend, Aki, on a Ferris wheel. Aki is pictured with a downwards smile and a comically large corndog in hand, while you grin ear to ear, holding up a peace sign. It’s a beautiful picture, with all the night city lights in the back and your hair blowing just right in the high wind. You stare at your room, boxes vacant of any item when today is your move-in day. You should probably stop reminiscing and get on that.

You: no ty

aki my baby: ??? Are you sure?

aki my baby: [1 Attachment]

A picture of your favorite gummy bears. Okay, it looks like you forgot that. Aki: 1. You: 0.

You: omg

You: wait

You: yes those ones

You: thank u. i love u… ( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)...

aki my baby: I love you too. See you in a bit.

It’s been maybe two and a half years into your relationship with Aki Hayakawa, and you already have a vision board in your closet for the wedding. Well, no, not really, but now that the idea has come up… you’re seriously considering it.

Aki is like a dream-come-true, rom-com movie kind of boyfriend – that boy next door, best friend’s older brother vibe. He’s almost fake. Your life right now is what 13-year-old you watched through a screen, and you love that – and him. He knows your favorite flowers, favorite TV show, favorite movie, favorite book, all 20 of your favorite songs, which lyrics you like most out of each of them, and how many times you cried over losing your favorite hoodie – which he promptly found 2 hours later because he was there, front and center, to count all of the times you cried – making him the perfect boyfriend. To top off this quintessential boyfriend act, he – reluctantly – offered you a spot at his place, since you got tired of everything breaking down at yours. However, there is one thing missing.

Aki had previously refused to let you meet his three friends – roommates? Siblings? Children? Whatever. All that you know of them is that they cause a ton of trouble for him.

You just brushed it off. I mean, who are you to request for even more of his personal life than however much you know right now? But… you’ve always been just a little curious. Anyone would want to show off their girlfriend, right?

They sound interesting enough from the tales Aki tells you. He only spoke of them in passing: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the bathtub, sleeping on the toilet, roleplaying as a “queen” and her lowly subordinates, and an overwhelming number of dogs. You have to meet them. It’s a risible concept really – how’d he end up with them if he’s so… reserved? Then again, how’d he end up with you?

Di-i-uhh—thunk!

Oh. Right. The doorbell is broken too.

“I’m coming!” Two and a half years ago, the doorbell made the same, ugly “thunk” sound when Aki came to pick you up for the date – or hangout, whatever you wanna call it – that made you official, so you supposed it was alright to leave it broken. For memories.

It was on the rooftop of your apartment building, so you didn’t think anything special of it – until he started dropping indirect, heavy hints like “You’re so pretty… uh, you always have been,” followed up by “You’d be even prettier as my girlfriend.” Well, the latter was mumbled under his breath, and you had to fill in the blanks, so you’re not 100% sure if you’re quoting it verbatim. Regardless, it was cute, he was – is – cute, and his personality is cute – which checks all of your boxes. So, you said yes. And in the end, the doorbell never got fixed. He asked you about it a couple of months ago, and instead of telling him the whole story, you just told him it was important that it was kept that way. He didn’t question you any further, because you started shoving this new recipe you found on Instagram into his mouth.

“Hi, baby,” This long, yet your stomach still flips at his every word.

“Hi,” By now, you’re practically cheesing. He steps aside and invites himself into the apartment he practically shares – well, now shared – with you.

“You haven’t packed?” Oh. Too busy eating chips and watching random re-runs of your favorite TV shows, but you won’t tell him that.

“What?” You look around, feigning innocence, and throw your hands up with a smile. “Sooooorry. I’ll get on it now. With you here, it’ll be super fast.” At this, Aki just smiled and shook his head, putting his house slippers on (I told you, he practically shared this apartment with you) and shuffled into your kitchen, leaning on the island.

“I talked to my, uh, roommates today.” He said, scratching the side of his neck.

Your eyes widen. “You’re just now telling them I’m moving in?”

Aki slid his tongue over his teeth and loosened his grip on the counter behind him, watching you. “Yeah. You know Denji – well, no, you don’t, not yet – but he’s been dying to meet you for a while now, and if I told him too early, he’d never shut up about you moving in until you did.”

You smiled at him, shoving some stuff into the boxes in your living room. “Denji sounds like more fun than you are,” you joked. “Are you gonna come and help me pack, or are you here to watch me do it?”

He sighed, walking over to the empty box adjacent to yours. “This is unpaid labor. Definitely illegal.”

“You came here, willingly.” You pointed out, then leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “There. I paid you. Totally legal.”

Aki points to his lips. “That’s minimum wage. I deserve a bonus, since I’m working last minute, don’t I?”

—

“That’s the last one.” Aki huffed and smoothed out his incredible slick back and stick-up ponytail, looking over at you in shorts, the huge t-shirt you stole from him, and slippers that are definitely overdue a replacement.

“I told you we should’ve hired movers.” You sneered and rolled your eyes, sweat lining your eyebrows as the hot sun poured onto the two of you. You hopped into the van's passenger seat, immediately pulling down the sunshade and basking in the coolness.

“You have every home decor item from every home decor store in every city in Japan and probably beyond in your house. I wasn’t anticipating that.” Aki reached down to put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking spot. “Plus, I did most of the heavy work.”

You rested your tilted head on your propped arm on the center console of the car, fighting back a giggle – not gonna give him the satisfaction of a joke that actually landed for once. “You’re so sassy.”

“You like it.”

“...Whatever.”

—

Before entering the complex, Aki gave you a stringent set of rules and a rather cohesive oral rundown of how your meeting with Denji and the others is going to go. The former was on a piece of paper, written in oddly legible chicken scratch. On the top, there was a directory of sorts of all 3 of his roommates, paired with rough doodles of their images. It read as follows:

NO screaming with Denji, Power, or Nayuta.

Do NOT ask Nayuta about the dog’s personalities, names, ages, or any of the sort.

Do NOT ask Power or Denji any questions.

NO play-fighting, no sparring, no physical contact with ANY of the idiots roommates.

Do NOT talk too much with them.

Yeah, sure. You’ll follow them, but sometimes… rules are suggestions. You’ve known Aki for over 3 years; anyone who keeps him company is your friend. Any friend of yours is treated with wholehearted love. So, it’ll be justified when you break the physical contact rule. A hug should be fine, right?

Walking up the stairs with Aki, he reminds you of the makeshift contract. “You don’t want to deal with Power especially. Trust me. It’s all in your best interest to adhere to it.”

You brushed him off with a wave of the hand. “Sure. I bet they’re the coolest ever and you’re just a huge grump.” He turned the knob for you, pushed the door open, and rolled his eyes, ushering you into the apartment where the three were gathered around the chabudai, playing cards.

“YES!” The red-horned one started screaming, slamming the cards down as the blonde started to grumble in discontent, mumbling something about cheating, fluidly mixed with an impressive string of profanities. It was obvious they had not recognized your presence, but the black-haired child did, neck craned, eyes burning a hole in your skull. Dogs surrounded her figure seated by the chabudai as she fed each one a bone-shaped treat. Surprisingly, they’re oddly well-behaved for such a numerous bunch. Wow. The prophecies are true.

You stood there awkwardly, looking up at Aki for help; however, he let go of your hand and shrugged, making his way to the kitchen to wash dishes that had a substance burned and caked onto them beyond repair.

“Hello,” your voice, although naturally loud, barely overpowered the even louder atmosphere, courtesy of the red-horned and the blonde – which, by the drawings on the paper, you presume are Power and Denji – prompting the black-haired child – Nayuta? – to roll her eyes and hit her hand on the low table to get their attention, gesturing to you. “She’s here.”

The blonde – sorry – Denji’s jaw drops. Aki tugs an apron on, puts something in the oven, and completely ignores the event as if it happens daily. Does it happen every day? Power immediately jumps up from the table and hops over to you. “You’re Aki’s girlfriend?” She says, mildly judgemental.

You nod, beaming. Forget the rules, she’s adorable! “You’re literally so cute! Are your horns real?” You reach to touch them, and she slightly maneuvers her head to make it easier for you.

“Yeah. But don’t get any ideas,” she says, seemingly sizing you up. “Just ‘cause you’re moving in doesn’t mean you get to call the shots. I still do.” Power says, pushing her proud chest out.

You laugh, feeling tears prickle your waterline… from fear, or is she just funny? Okay, this one is the queen in that “queen and her lowly subordinates” game. You hear Aki reprimand her from the kitchen, and she answers with an annoyed “What?”

Denji sighed, pushing Power aside with one arm, prompting a grunt and a sudden dive of her head, mouth open and clearly aimed to snatch off the skin of Denji’s forearm. However, the fiasco is immediately stopped by a stern “Hey!” from Aki.

“Sorry about her,” Denji sighs. “She doesn’t know how to act.” He rolls his eyes and then sticks out a hand for you to shake. What a gentleman! Aki must’ve been exaggerating in those horror stories about him. You take his hand, nodding and saying hello.

It’s sticky.

His hand is… tacky. You blink once, twice, and one more time before tightening all of your facial features and retracting your hand with extraordinary quickness, clenching your hand in your t-shirt. “Your hand,” you breathe out. “It’s, um,”

“Oh. Sticky? No big deal.” Denji laughs from his stomach. “But uhh, I don’t know where from. Probably like, from cleaning up after Nayuta’s dogs.”

You look over at Aki once again. He’s got oven mitts on and sharp flour on the part of his apron that meets the counter.

He shrugs.

—

You flop down on the bed, exhausted with a raw hand – from scrubbing off every trace of … whatever … that could’ve been left on your hand.

“Are you okay?” Aki walks in, wet-haired and with a towel wrapped around his waist. He eyes your figure splayed out across the bed, with a telling look that screams “I told you so”. He gets dressed, climbs into the bed, and lets you rest your head on his chest. “Well,” he starts, but you shoot him an annoyed look, so he pushes his lower lip up in a cartoonish frown and stays silent.

“I like them,” you finally say, after 10 minutes of deafening silence, punctuated by a snore coming from a neighboring room. It seems the others are asleep. “They’re cool. Fun.” Okay – optimistic much? Your cup is half full, not half empty.

Aki laughs at you, kissing you on the head and pulling the covers up. “Okay,” is all he says, but you could tell he still wanted to declare himself right. “You’re staying?” He asks, an eyebrow up under his wet bangs.

Today, you indirectly touched dried dog urine – question mark? –, got threatened by a loud, red-horned girl, and walked into what is practically a dog shelter.

You nod, sighing. “Yes, I’m staying.” You look up at him, a smile on his face, one he was very obviously trying to fight earlier. “Quit smiling. It takes a lot to deter me, so I’ll stay. I like them.”

“I’ll stop smiling if you kiss me.”

“Go to sleep.”

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littleseasiren · 1 year ago

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Save me, save the spider

Summary: Bucky saves you from a spider in the bathroom. He helps you see how cute the spider really is while messing with Steve.

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: A cute spider, mentions of Exposure Therapy

Words: Just over 1000 words

A/N: I know some people might not like this fic due to the spider being saved. I'm not saying it's wrong to kill a spider, just that sometimes it can be avoided if you have someone that can help you 🥰

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Steve was the first person to hear you screaming. Running into your bathroom, his eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening at the sight of you dripping wet, hiding behind the shower door. Your eyes were locked on the bathroom floor, not blinking as you stared at the huge spider blocking your path.

"Steve! Thank goodness you're here! Friday called Bucky but he's still on his way up from the ground floor! Please, you need to take care of it!" Your voice seemed to increase incrementally with every word you said.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, I'll grab a shoe quickly."

"What, are you crazy?"

He watched the spider for a second. "Yeah, you're right. I probably need a boot or something for that huge spider."

"Steve, no! You idiot! What did this innocent spider do to you?" You glared at him. "Just, um, just toss Bucky's shirt to me and then go find him!" Steve watched you for a second before he grabbed the shirt on the counter and tossed it to you. Catching the shirt with one hand, you hid behind the shower door to avoid flashing him. "I'll watch the spider. Just go!" Steve hesitated before seeing the look in your eyes. You stubbornly watched the spider, not moving a muscle. He quickly departed in search of his best friend.

He found Bucky at the stairs door, barely out of breath as he ran the last few steps to your floor. "Bucky, I don't know what's wrong with her. She told me to take care of the spider but then got all crazy, and I don't know why."

Bucky was smiling softly as he ran to your suite. "Let me guess, you wanted to kill it? That's when the crazy started?"

"Well, yeah. She's obviously terrified of the spider but the moment I wanted to kill it, she sent me to find you. I seriously don't understand your woman."

Bucky couldn't stop from chuckling. "Watch and learn, Steve. She's scared of spiders, and as an Avenger, she decided she wanted to get over her fear. She's doing some Exposure Therapy to help her overcome it."

Bucky entered the bathroom first, Steve hot on his trail.

"Bucky! Thank goodness you're here!" He could hear the relief in your voice. "There, in the corner, do you see it?" You pointed to the dark spot, eyes wide open in alertness.

"I got it," Bucky said as he crouched down and looked at the spider. Moving carefully, he slowly scooped it up in his vibranium hand, taking care to avoid hurting its thin legs. He quickly covered the spider with his right hand, keeping it from escaping.

"It's not poisonous or venomous?" You asked as you finally slipped on Bucky's shirt and slowly exited the shower before putting on your robe for added protection.

"No, baby. It's just a big Wolf Spider. It's probably a female judging by her size. You coming with me to take her out?"

Your gaze met his as he waited for your answer. You slowly nodded, eyes dropping to his hands. Thank goodness he had big hands, otherwise, there was no chance the spider would have fit. "It's ok, baby. I got it. I won't let it hurt you."

You trusted Bucky with your life. His reflexes were so fast, there was no way the spider could get to you.

Steve watched from the corner of the room, his eyebrows raised as he watched the scene in front of him. Bucky slowly exited the bathroom with you following his lead. Steve couldn't help but follow too, needing to know how all this would end.

You pushed the button for the elevator, happy when it opened within seconds. The three of you went down to the back garden, the trees and plants looking beautiful in the early morning light.

Bucky walked to one of the big trees surrounded by small flowering plants and crouched down. After a second, you join him. "I think this is a good place. You want to see her?" When you hesitated, Bucky started to withdraw his clasped hands but you stopped him. Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves.

"Ok. You'll stop her if she comes for me right?" You knew the answer but you needed reassurance.

"Of course, baby. Do you remember what we spoke about? The spider is just looking for some bugs to eat. She just wants food. She doesn't want to hurt you, right?"

"Right. I trust you, Bucky." You loved how gentle he was with you, how much he cared.

Bucky slowly lifted his right arm, the spider lying still enough for you to get a quick look. The first thing you saw was all the long legs, seeming quite delicate up close. The spider had two big eyes, with small eyes above and beneath them with fangs underneath. Up close, she almost seemed... adorable.

"See, it's actually cute, right? As long as she stays still like this," Bucky whispered, making you smile in agreement. "Let me put this big girl down while she's still peaceful."

You and Steve watched as Bucky moved his hand to the tree and set it down for the spider to climb off. The spider hesitated before stretching its long legs and then scurrying to the tree, away from the three of you.

"My hero!" You giggled as you rose on your toes and kissed Bucky. "You're so sweet, Bucky. You should educate your best friend over there," you said, pointing to Steve. "Remind him we don't always have to kill what is misunderstood."

"Misunderstood? That spider's so big I'm surprised Tony hasn't asked it to start paying rent!" Steve exclaimed. "It's not my fault that you're a freak, Y/N. Any normal woman would have wanted me to kill it!"

"Good thing I love my freaky woman," Bucky smirked, happy to have found you after a lifetime of war.

"So much for having a heart of gold, huh, Steve?" You couldn't help but tease him. "My Sergeant would never hurt an innocent spider like that!" Bucky beamed at your adoration, pulling you into his side and nuzzling your neck.

"You're right, baby. Steve's the bad boy today," Bucky smirked at Steve. "I'll have to teach the idiot some manners. Can't have Captain America running around killing things. Imagine what the public would say." Bucky escorted you back inside the building, Steve reluctantly following.

"Yeah, well, imagine what the public would say if they could see you now, Buck. The terrifying Winter Soldier saving a spider instead of killing it," Steve replied.

"Anything for my best girl."

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maren-gvf · 1 year ago

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Good

Jake One-Shot

jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDI, smut, cursing, a little bit of drinking, general foreplay, !protected! p in v sex, teen Jake (18 give or take) (I know this isn't what teenage Jake looked like, but I don't feel comfortable using those pics)

Lemme know if I missed any warnings 😙

A/n: writing bc of writer's block! anyways, I really love this type of Jake fic so I wanted to make my own. I hope u enjoy!

Your phone buzzes as you pull into the Kiszka's driveway.

Josh: are u almost here?

You take out your phone and text him back.

You: Yeah I just pulled into ur driveway

Josh: k u can just come inside

Josh: the door's open

You: kk

You get out of your car, grabbing the Walmart bag full of supplies and your backpack. He was right, the front door was unlocked. You felt weird just letting yourself in, but it's whatever.

Josh is sitting at their dining room table when you walk into the foyer. He's drawing something on the huge piece of white poster paper he got for the project.

"Hey!" He greets you, looking up at you.

"Hey!" You say back, setting the bag on the wooden table. You start taking out your computer.

"How's the research coming along?" Josh asks, continuing to draw what looks like plants.

"Well," you start, pulling up the shared Google doc, "I found a lot out about the different organisms you'd find in a rainforest, but that's about it," you say, letting him scroll around.

"It looks good," he compliments. "Very informative."

"What about you?" You ask, grabbing a blue marker and walking over to the other side of the table to start on the fonts.

"I've done a couple things," he says.

"By that you mean you've done nothing," you say, giving him a look.

"Okay it's not my fault," he starts, putting the cap on the green marker he was using, "Jake needs me to sing for his band, so I haven't really had the time to do anything."

"Jake has a band?" You ask, looking up at him.

"You talking about me, Josh?" That familiar voice says. His familiar raspy tone crackled through your ears.

"I was just telling Y/n about your band," Josh says, grabbing another marker, "and how I never have time for school because of your ass."

Jake laughs to himself which makes you go momentary blind. You breathe in deeply, trying to ignore him even though his presence looms over you like a thick blanket.

He's not wearing a shirt, only some long pajama pants. He pops the cap of his beer on the edge of the table and takes a seat which makes his bicep muscles come out a bit. He wasn't very muscular, but leaner. You could see a faint outline of abs when he walked over to his seat.

Fucking hell.

"You interested or something?" He asks you, his stare burning into the side of your head.

You knew Jake only because of Josh. You weren't necessarily close with either of them, but your parents were good friends. You saw Jake around school and only had one class with him in Junior year. Josh was in your biology class which got you paired up together.

"I didn't know you played," you say, continuing to write, unable to look at him.

"Hm," he takes a swing of his beer, "well maybe you could come watch us some time."

"Maybe..." you say, nervously coloring in your letters.

Josh's phone dings, "Oh shit! I'm supposed to go pick up Sam from Danny's," he says. "Are you good to hang here by yourself and work on it?"

I have to stay here with Jake?

"Um, yeah, I'll be fine!" You say, watching him gather up his keys.

"Okay, and Jake leave her alone!" He yells, exiting the house. The front door slams and you're left there alone with Jake.

You continue your work, ignoring Jake who's very obviously looking at you as he drinks his beer.

"Do I make you nervous or something?" He asks.

"Why would you think that?" You ask, finally making eye contact with him which was a clear mistake.

"Well for one, your face is all red, and two, you're obviously trying to avoid me," he says, leaning back on the chair. His legs open a little.

"You definitely don't make me nervous," you say, your voice a little bit shaky because he does actually make you nervous.

"You're such a bad liar," he says, laughing to himself once again, a stupid smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here anyways?" You ask, now looking into his eyes.

"Uh, this is my house," he says, crossing his arms with a slight tilt of his eyebrows. You ignore his comment, feeling a little embarrassed.

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you. He's standing so close you can smell his body wash and the slight lingering scent of his shampoo. You feel like you're going to faint any second. He's so overwhelming to look at, you wanna burst into dust or flames or something!

"I've always had a thing for you, you know?" He says, reaching across your line of sight to grab a red marker.

You stand up, looking directly at him, "What?"

"Yeah," he leans on the table, twirling the red marker in his hand, "I've always thought you were beautiful and you have a cute personality." He tilts his head towards you a little bit.

He's so casual about it, you think you're dreaming. He moves a little closer to you. Your heart races uncontrollably. Your hands instinctively land on his chest. His eyebrows raise in satisfaction like that was his plan.

"Can I?" He says in a low voice, putting his hands on your waist as he walks you backward out of the dining room.

You gulp, nodding your head as you maintain eye contact with him.

He stops you in the dark hallway, pressing you gently against the wall as his hand slides up your shirt. His other hand holds your jaw, lifting your chin up slightly.

Please don't let this be a dream!

He brings his lips down to yours, kissing you gently before adding more pressure. His lips are so soft, you melt right into them. His tongue parts your lips, slowly sliding into your mouth. He tastes incredible. The kiss slowly becomes more needy, your hands going into his hair.

His lips disconnect from yours, traveling down your jaw and latching on your neck. He gently sucks at the skin enough to give you pleasure but not enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck me," you barely say, your hands traveling down his warm, tanned skin to reach the waistband of his pajama pants.

"I will, baby, I will," he breathes, kissing your lips again.

He moves you down the hall and into a room that you could only assume was his. He strips you of your shirt before you lay down on the bed. He takes your shorts off, tossing them to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

What am I doing right now?

He separates your legs as he lays himself in between them. He kisses your lips before undoing your bra and adding it to the pile of clothes.

"You're gorgeous," he says, breathing heavily. "I need you."

"I've needed you more," you breathe out.

He slides your underwear off, leaving you completely naked under him. He slides two fingers into your wetness. He slides his fingers inside of you. You immediately hold onto him, your mouth open a little bit. He pumps them in and out of you.

"Holy shit," you moan, connecting your lips to his. His tongue distracts you from the amazing feeling he's building up inside of you.

"Jake-" you tilt your chin up.

"Come for me, baby," he says, continuing his motions as he plants kisses over your breasts.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck. He takes his fingers out of you.

"Jake, I need it, I need you to fuck me," you say, breathless.

"I know," he says, opening his nightstand and taking out a condom. He strips himself of his pajama pants, slipping the condom around his dick. He crawls on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He situates himself in front of your entrance before slipping inside of you.

"All this for me?" He smirks, lightly thrusting in and out of you. Your arms wrap around his back, your fingers digging into his skin. Your breath hitches as he pulls in and out.

How'd I go from doing homework to being fucked?

He rests his head on your shoulder, his breath hitting your collarbone.

"Fuck, Y/n," he sighs, "you feel so good."

Your hands wrap around his biceps as he continues thrusting, "I'm almost there, Jake." You tightly shut your eyes, your hand flying down to grip the sheets. Both your bodies produce moans of pleasure that surround the room.

Your second orgasm approaches. Jake fucks you through it as his own takes over him. He releases himself, “Fuck,” he moans into the crook of your neck.

He pulls out falling to the side of you.

“Holy shit,” you laugh, covering your mouth. Both your breathing is rapid.

“Y/n!” You both hear Josh shout from the living area.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you say, scrambling off the bed and getting yourself dressed. Jake puts his pajama pants back on.

“Wait,” he says, holding the door closed, “I meant what I said in the dining room. I do… really like you.”

You smile, tucking some hair behind your ear, “I really like you too, Jake.”

“Good.”

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stargazingcarol · 2 years ago

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Into the blue, out of the blue.

Part one: Into the blue.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader.

Summary: You meet your neighbor and you're pretty sure he's American. But why is it that the next times you see eachother he speaks in a British accent. As you keep meeting you start falling for Steven. And then he disappears for a while and he's back and he tells you about Marc. But he also tells you about Layla. You really like Steven but now he's kinda married? What now?

Trigger warnings for the series: mental health problems, angst with a happy ending, fluff, slowburn.

A/N: this will be a multi chapter fic and this is the first chapter. Thanks to a few writers I've asked on anon i decided to get this story on board since i have it all planned. Not yet written completely but i KNOW what's gonna happen throughout the whole fic. In the end i hope you like this story and I'm dedicating it to @softlyspector and @astroboots they have both been so great at giving me advice. Thing is hi i didn't say it was me bc it was on anon. You guys (Becca and Cici) are not obliged to read this at all but i felt like giving thanks for your very rewarding advice anyways. Thank you 🤍

Part 2

Chapter 1

Marc had a lot on his mind. He was trying to block Steven off for a bit even though he knew he probably should let Steven take this moment. But he wanted a moment alone.

Between his mom dying and his dad seeing him but not exchanging words it was a little bit too much. A little bit too fresh. Even though that had only happened a few days ago.

He just wanted to sleep but he had to do this. So he grabbed a box from the ones he had left on the outside of his, well, Steven's new apartment and his foot got on the side of his door frame but he kept going.

Leaving the box on the floor he just stared at it for a moment until he turned around.

Gasping, a little scared at what he saw and then--

"Hi? Um. Do you need any help? Are you my new neighbor?" A woman asked. You must be in your late 20s. You were smiling a little nervously.

Gosh he needed sleep. He didn't need this right now.

He started walking towards you and you kept on his stare until he was too close to her, you were blocking his exit. Moving out of the way you looked somewhere else.

"I'm good, thanks" He looked at her and smiled. He knew it wasn't a genuine smile but he hoped it eased her to walk away. Walk away from his life. He didn't want to meet anyone. He wasn't looking for friends. He just wanted Layla and he couldn't even have that. He hated how everything turned out.

Walking over to the elevator, he didn't noticed that the woman was still staring at him while biting her lip. You knew what you had to do. You had heard him through the thin walls of your apartment. Cursing and moving heavy stuff.

A new neighbor. You haven't had a neighbor in over six months. The apartment had been vacant since Mr. Ripley's death. You missed baking him cookies and sitting with him to drink tea. He would drink tea while you drank water. Not a big fan of coffee or tea and the old man didn't drink anything else. Sometimes you would bring your own juice. But the old man hated when you did that. So you just opted for water with cookies.

This was new. Cursing and movement was new and when you saw through the peephole a silhouette of a man, your first thought was that his back was too toned for his own good.

Not having a lot of friends here in London. And you thought maybe since you had been on such good terms with Mr Ripley before his death, maybe you could be friends with your new neighbor?

The smile that he gave you seemed to make him look constipated or something. You gave a little snort but he didn't hear you.

Just when the doors for the elevator were about to close, you ran for it and slip through.

The doors closed and you didn't look at him. Not even through the mirrors all around you and him.

You were silent until finally you broke the ice. "Really, i don't mind. I'd like to be in good terms with my neighbors." You said like it was nothing and Marc closed his fist and let it open again while he breathed.

"If you say so." He muttered but he knew you heard because from the corner of his eye you nodded with a smile.

He didn't seem like a bad person. He just seemed like he had a lot going on. Maybe helping him move will ease some of his worries away.

When the both of you got out of the elevator and into the street, you saw a truck with it's trunk open and a few boxes left. Either he didn't have a lot to move or he had already done it and she didn't hear him until the last second. You're here already, though.

Your arms went for a big box but he stopped you, his hand engulfing your arm and you just stared dumbfounded at his touch for a moment. Until you looked at his eyes and even though he still seemed tormented, he was half smiling. He still looked constipated though, like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

The man clears his throat and you try not to stare too hard. His back had been interesting to you all the way through her peephole upstairs, but seeing him up close was too much.

Not because he transmitted bad energy, he just was too pretty for your own good. You loved an attractive man like any other person but when they were pretty and knew about it, they used those looks to get their way. You hoped he wasn't the case. Even though he didn't seem to flaunt his looks at all in the few minutes you have known eachother.

His forehead was sweaty and so were his curls, rebellious rebellious curls that he kept pushing back with a huff.

"Not that one, too heavy." He says.

You want to say "and you think i can't take it?" But you just nods. Who knows what's in that box. Maybe it really is heavy. He pushes you a smaller box and when you grab it thinking it's gonna be heavy, you step back a little losing balance.

His hand goes to your back to steady you, his other holding the box she was about to take until he stopped her.

"Easy there" his hand is gone the instant you're steady on your feet and he starts walking inside again.

You stared at his back once more. Sighing as you walk behind him.

You both do this a few times, going back and forth grabbing boxes and leaving them at his empty apartment.

When you are all done, his hands go to his hips inspecting the now full apartment with just boxes and just when you're about to ask "what now?" Your alarm goes off.

Taking the phone out of your pocket and blink at the name of the alarm. It's time for your therapist's appointment.

"Um, i need to go, but it was nice meeting you." You nod and he just nods back, his face is blank with a thin line on his lips.

"Nice to meet you too, neighbor" He smiles and for the first time his smile doesn't seem like he's dying inside. He seems genuine to have met you and you try to keep your steady heart but it's a losing battle if you're being honest.

Turning around, you walk away to your apartment to get ready, a smile on your face like you can't contain it. It's so big you feel like your skin might break and make your smile even bigger.

***

"You seem totally fine from our pasts sessions and i think you have the skills to deal with whatever comes your way. I think, i think we should close your case." Dr. Williams closed her notebook.

Your eyes widened and your fingers made crescent moons on your knees.

You didn't think you were ready to leave therapy, not yet. It was a bit early, no? You were doing better yes but for the past years you had been from therapist to therapist that's all you seemed to know. So, hearing this was, weird, you didn't like it at all. You weren't ready.

"You think so?" You asked gulping. Scared.

"Yes. Don't you?" Dr. Williams pushed her glasses further up her nose and she tilted her head with a kind smile on her face.

"I really really don't" You let out a shaky breath.

"Relax, okay. I think you're ready but if you don't that's totally fine. We can see eachother for a little while until you feel like you're ready. But i need you to think about it okay? Can you do that?"

Dr Williams had been seeing you for a year now. Treating your depression and big insecurities. You didn't think you were cured at all so why was Dr. Williams even suggesting to close the case? Do people even go to therapy to get cured or to manage?

"I can do that" you relaxed and let yourself get a bit more comfortable in the sofa in her office.

"Great." Dr Williams looked at her watch. "We have 15 more minutes before our session is over. Anything interesting happened today?" She finally asked.

You were about to say no, until you remembered, him. He had been the highlight of your day. And maybe your doctor could see it on your face because she clasped her hands and seemed to get closer.

"Something did! Tell me tell me" Dr Williams chuckled and while you smiled and looked outside the window you started talking.

"I have a new neighbor" looking into Dr. Williams green eyes, you saw how her eyes sparkled with the want to know more.

"Really? What's their name?"

Your eyes widened when you noticed you never asked him for his name. You remember it was on the tip of your tongue but the silence while you both worked made it almost impossible to ask. Like breaking a spell.

"Shoot, i didn't ask him his name" you sheepishly say and Dr Williams laughs, throwing her head back, her red long wavy hair dancing in the air.

"Next time you see him you better ask him his name" She says.

"Yes, of course. Cross my heart." You made the crossing in your chest and smiled at the thought of him.

A little grumpy but he seemed like a nice person and that was enough to keep you interested.

***

Getting into your apartment complex late at night after your doctor's appointment, and then having some dinner with friends and a few drinks. You were technically sober, but you couldn't move right. Grasping the wall of the elevator, you felt your head was out of your shoulders and the only thing that could ground you was your bed.

When the elevator opened, you tried to walk out of it but was too unsteady. Before you lost balance you felt arms held you.

When you looked up and blinked. Neighbor guy.

"Oh, hi" You chirped and he smiled. You didn't know if it was the light or your dizziness but he didn't seem as tormented as before.

"Hello there, do you need help, love?" His voice sounded different. British. Which was weird. Wasn't he American? You were a forgetful person but you didn't think you were that much. Or were you? Maybe it's the drinks you had tonight.

"I thought you were American?" You grinned as he led you out of the elevator.

He chuckled. "I don't know what you're talking about but I've always been British." He says and now you're getting more confused. You honestly just need more sleep.

"Where do you go?" He asks and you frowned.

"Next to you." You say looking at him with hooded eyes as his hands on your hips tighten. Then he softens and mumbles a sorry. You swear you can see that he's blushing and you bite your lip.

"Um" you look around until you see your door. "There"

His eyes widen. "Oh! Next to me, next to me. How dumb, okay now i get it. Sorry." He starts leading you to your door and you can't help but giggle.

"It's okay, honest mistake." You breathe when you still feel his hands on you.

The guy from earlier had touched you once when you went to grab the box and his touch had lingered on your skin for a while after he retracted his hand and you know you will be thinking of his hands on your waist again on your bed.

When you were in front of your door, his hands went away and you brought your key from your jacket pocket. You opened the door and turned around.

The guy was staring at you with an awkward smile expression.

"I forgot to ask your name earlier." You leaned against the door and he grinned.

"Steven"

You nodded thoughtfully. He didn't seem like a Steven at first but sure, that's his name. You can't change that.

You tell him your name and he repeats it and you shiver at the way he's looking at you.

"Well, um, i should sleep now. Thank you for helping me Steven." You point to the back of your apartment.

"Of course, of course. I'll leave you to it. Have a nice night." He waves and goes into his own apartment.

You close your door and lean against it. He's really cute.

Brushing your teeth and changing is a little difficult but you manage.

As you get comfortable in your sheets you think of both of your encounters with this man today. One, he seemed quiet and grumpy and the second he appeared to be chatty and he didn't looked that distressed as the first encounter.

You could still feel his hands on you. A ghost of a touch. Both so different and when Steven held your hips tighter, gosh, you were about to ascend to heaven.

You couldn't wait to see Steven again. Maybe you could bake him some cookies tomorrow. Maybe.

#jake lockely x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #my writing

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rosekeu · 1 year ago

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soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 2!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

sypnosis: looking for your sensei lead to you bumping into your bullies but luckily a feared first-year saves you from your torment!

【 playlist 】

[ part 1 ] [ part 3 ] [ part 4 ] [ part 5 coming soon! ]

y/n sat anxiously in one of the two seats which were in front of the principal’s desk. she fiddled with her thumbs as she wondered what her friends were doing. sukuna sat in the chair beside her, his eyes glancing over at her here and there.

‘he’s looking at me!’ y/n thought as her eyes never met his.

sukuna right leg bounced, losing his patience. but principal yaga didn't keep them waiting for long as he sat in his chair silently.

“y/n l/n and sukuna itadori, correct?”

“yes” both said in unison, giving their principal their full attention.

“y/n, could you tell me what happened?”

“of course– i was looking for my teacher, gojo-sensei, and then a few guys blocked my way. t-they um- they j-just shoved m-me onto a locker and–”

“cut the crap! they literally assaulted the poor girl, saying the fucking meanest insults and putting their grimy hands on her face!” sukuna yelled at not only the principal but y/n herself as he gripped the armrest a little too tight, turning his knuckles white. y/n squirmed in her seat as she heard his words, her [e/c] eyes staying glued to her lap.

“is that true l/n?” yaga asked.

“yes–” y/n murmured, her head hanging low as she gripped her skirt. ashamed of her anxiety.

“i’ll handle the situation with the boys who did that, sukuna you're going on a one week suspension young man” yaga said firmly, finding the papers which were for the corresponding situation. sukuna groaned, stretching his face with his hands.

‘fuck my life’

“p-please principal yaga– don't suspend itadori-kun, h-he helped me and he shouldn't get in trouble for my fault. i am incompetent–” she said softly, her eyes holding guilt. sukuna’s eyes widened with her statement. was she really going to convince the principal who was known for his strict suspensions?

but she was a star pupil.

“alright– alright. i’ll make it a 2 day suspension, does that sound good l/n?” y/n cracked a smile. sukuna let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

‘i’m an atheist but this girl is my goddess’

“you both may leave my office, you both are free right now… use your time wisely.” yaga said looking at his wristwatch.

“yeah, whatever you say, old man.” sukuna said quickly exiting the office, y/n following not far behind.

both of them leaving, y/n was already making a beeline to the bathroom but got stopped by a hand on the back of her shirt.

“i appreciate what you did back there or somethin’...”

“no problem– i’m glad you didnt get in trouble that much,” she said nervously as she turned to him.

“i know i’m not much but, i helped you at least, right? i'm y/n by the way, you probably know that already..” y/n’s said remembering the principal introducing the both of you.

“you did more than that, fuck, you saved me from an ass whooping from my mom.” he said, internally thanking this angel of a woman.

“you're welcome and i’m really, really sorry for getting you in trouble.”

“stop apologizing, its annoying.”

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#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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expirydateofficial · 3 months ago

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Expiry Date (Chikn Nuggit Infection AU Fanfic POV: Slushi)

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Chapter 3 (Part 1/2) here

Chapter 3 - Promise - Part 2/2

Read Chapter 4 here

[Image ID: (Note : The original dialogue was coloured so y'know who was speaking, but that's kinda impossible here so I've added a few more sentences here and there, that way, you'll get to know who's talking!)

Shit shit shit shit shit

I knew it, I fucking knew it,

They were looking for me, what if because of that they-

The latest call was from Chee,

27 minutes ago.

*ring*

pls be ok pls be ok pls answer pls please

*ring*

Chee please tell me that you're ok please

*ring*

I'm so sorry for not being there for you, I couldn't find you, there were too many people and...

*ring*

I'm so sorry. Chee.

...

"The number that you have-"

...

"Slushi, that- that doesn't mean anything y'know. Like her phone could have lost battery like yours. She will be fine, she's a really tough cat and she has Cofi by her side."

Milkshek words failed to reassure me.

I think she could tell.

I felt my tears seeping out again.

Milkshek hugged me tight.

"I'm so scared.. that.. that.." I stuttered through my tears.

"It's ok. I understand, Slushi." Milkshek replied softly.

"I hear something." Old Pea interrupted.

A gentle scraping outside. I hadn't really noticed it until Old Pea pointed it out.

I turned to look outside.

It was climbing.

IT WAS CLIMBING.

I shrieked, "EVERYONE! WE NEED TO GO NOW!"

I ripped the charger off, still attached to my phone like an umbilical cord.

Milkshek opened the door, a set of stairs revealed themselves.

I continued. "Down there! Exit through the front door!"

Suddenly, I felt my pocket vibrate.

It was my phone!

My excitement piqued.

"Fwench Fwy!" I was so relieved.

"SLUSHI BEHIND YOU!"

Milkshek's yell echoed between the empty corners.

I turned and shut the door. I saw a glimpse of something by the window. The stench was atrocious.

The phone continued to vibrate.

We flew down the stairs into the pit of darkness below.

Fwench Fwy's voice flooded in. "Slushi! Are you there? Don't worry, Sody is in good hands, he's completely safe with me and Iscream. Everything will be ok-"

"SODY?" I felt so light, my tension released.

"Where are you now?" I asked frantically.

"Sody?" Milkshek gasped. "Is he alright?"

"I'm sorry." Fwench Fwy mumbled, their guilt of rambling transfered through the screen. "Are you guys safe?"

"It's ok. We're safe for now." I reassured. "Just tell me where you guys are."

"The light switch doesn't work here." Old Pea commented.

We turned on our flashlights.

"I'm sorry. We're at your house." Fwench Fwy answered.

A creaking noise above. It is advancing downstairs.

Milkshek turned to me concerned. "Slushi, the front door is blocked."

I turned to look at it, a couch and a bookshelf, sandwiched against the door.

"You.. y-you.. ok over there?" French Fwy could sense the urgency.

"Who are you talking to?" Sody. It was him.

"SODY POP!" I blurted in relief.

"Is that Slushi?" Sody asked.

"Uhh.. Of course, Sody!" The sudden change in Fwench Fwy's tone to bubbly and cheerful as if nothing was wrong jarred me.

"Can I talk to her?" he asked.

"Oh.. um.. of course!" they stammered through their reply.

I muted the call again. Books trickled down the shelves as we pulled at them. I felt the pain of each story, each world, falling to the ground.

"Hello, when are you coming back?" Sody asked.

I don't think he knows.

Should I continue the lie?

Is it the right thing to do?

...

"Oh, I will be a little late, y'know.." I trailed off, forcing myself to sound enthusiastic, squeezing my phone between my head and neck.

"Ok! I made a new OC and I want to show you so be back soon ok?" Sody sounded so excited.

"Ok, I promise Sody. I bet it looks amaaaaaazinggg, can't wait to hear its crazy backstory and lore!" I replied, genuinely interested.

"Ye." Sody replied.

I muted the call once again. The bookshelf toppled. Echoes of its fall broke the atmopshere.

Fwench Fwy's voice chipped in. "Sody, aren't ya supposed to be sleeping. Staying up so late will make you reaaalllyy tired t'morrow and we can't have that, can we?"

A shape descended at the stairs. The stench was intoxicating.

"Fine. You're so boring!" Sody grumbled.

I heard a door close on the other side of the call.

Compared to the bookshelf, the couch was light work, and it was quickly peeled off the door.

"So, where uhh.. are you right now?" Fwench Fwy asked.

"I'm in a.. house..." I started.

It hit me.

"Someone was hiding in here." I realised. Why else would there be so much effort to barricade the door. "They might still be here."

"Wh- WOAH WAIT!" Fwench Fwy answered, growing in concern. "...Maybe.. they aren't in there anymo-"

My phone went back to its coma.

"Dammit." I swallowed any swears.

"Slushi, don't tell me.." Milkshek knew what I was going to do.

"I'm not going to leave them behind." I answered.

I let go of her hand and went back in.

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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i am once again asking for more pre-riddler gotham edward shbdkadjbyw

mayhaps (pre-riddler) gotham edward with a future s/o who's an excellent sketch artist for the gcpd? like even with the vaguest of details they can get, they can draw an accurate likeness of a suspect most of the time? they would totally have a bunch of sketches of other people, of officers and ed too-

Pencil work

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Pre-Riddler Edward is always a treat uwu I actually prefer him than the Riddler!

"This is Y/N L/N, they're gonna need some details about the man who assaulted you."

Edward watches as Detective Gordon gestures at you by his side in front of a poor woman— who had been minding her business in a typical day walking on her way to work, when she was pushed by a passerby at the side of the road, almost getting herself ran over. Just an average day in Gotham, something someone should shrug off after spewing a few profanities before resuming, but James Gordon happened to stumble upon the scene and brought the woman back to the precinct.

You stood ready with a sketch pad and pencil in your hands, nodding attentively as the woman began to detail the appearance of her assailant. The way your face tense from the concentration, softening when you turn back to ask for clarifications, before returning to a concentrated gaze. Edward wasn't aware he was blocking the path as he stood at awe at the sight of you at work.

You weren't called in all that much, at least, not at the rate he was also called in but it was always a sight to behold. That, or he is kept occupied with forensics. Mostly cooped up in your little space, sketching away. He only knew that because he always had the excuse to walk behind you, look over your shoulder, before pretending he wanted to tell a riddle to the nearest officer who happen to be beside you.

"Is this your man?" Detective Gordon shows the woman your sketchbook. It wasn't as detailed as your typical works, but it is just a quick sketch.

The woman nodded and was excused, leaving Gordon to work with the analysis to run the assailant's face through police database. And just like that, you were retreating back to your desk.

"A-ah, Mx. L/N!" Edward did not have the train of thought which consists of him going back and fourth between approaching you or not, as your name rolls from his tongue without much of a thought process.

He didn't expect you to glance back. Shit. You have never talked before and this is the first time you're interacting. He doesn't even know why he called you... Now what?

"G-great work! By the way! Hah... Um..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you! I try my best!" You smiled.

He returns your smile with his signature Muppet smile, before he retreats to his usual stomping grounds in a hurry, his face set ablaze... Somehow, he has the feeling of wanting to do that again.

~•~

Nothing could go wrong with an idle sketch while you wait for someone to call you on the scene for your expertise and it was the perfect way to pass time, other than being trapped in an endless scroll. The carbon tip hovering atop the paper, you lazily scan your surroundings for an inspiration. There was the beloved coffee machine, next to an office plant, near the forensics lab, where Edward Nygma exitted—

Edward Nygma... The funny fella from yesterday, ye? Definitely a cute guy... Black hair, always neatly combed to the sides, not a strand sticking out, brown eyes behind black framed square glasses, lips always stretched to a Muppet smile. You regret letting him go yesterday, internally punching yourself for not being that much of a conversationalist.

You never really talked to the guy all that much, only exchanging small talk, greeting when you bumped to each other before resuming to your day. When you do get to work with him, it would be brief that you don't really get to interact with him at all. There was a time Detective Bullock was bad mouthing Edward when you were on the scene, turning to you to nonchalantly express his annoyance for the bespectacled man when he made his way to the scene. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause a rift with your co-workers, but you had a way of letting the detective know you don't like the way he talks about Edward... So much for not wanting to cause a rift...

He looked particularly eager making his way forward, his eyes lit up and pace quickening. You watch him pass by your table and pretended as though you weren't just staring at him. By doing this, your eyes landed at the end of your pencil, the carbon tip filling out spaces to Edward's coat and—

How the fuck—

You were shocked at yourself as well, eyes wide at the sight of the absentminded sketch before you— a figure of Edward Nygma, though rough in terms of shape, you were a little concerns about how mu h details you were able to jot down from such a distance. Closing your sketchbook, you take your palms and press it against your heated face, fingers pulling down your cheeks before you slammed your head against your table. Stupid brain chemicals.

You just hoped Edward didn't see it... But on the contrary—

Edward was shocked when he spotted an unmistakable figure of himself on your paper, getting a good sight of it all when you closed your sketchbook and slam your head against your desk, all the while, repeatedly banging your head on the surface lightly. Well, that couldn't be good for the noggin and before you can cause great damage on your cortex, he taps your shoulder.

"That was a marvelous drawing!"

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened, a reaction Edward caused with his thoughtless statement that he had yet again, had zero thought process behind it. Oh no, you don't think of him as a creep now do you? Justified and understandable...

"I'm so sorry." You blurted out in the midst of the mess in your mind. Oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing, I wish I can crawl under a rock and die.

Edward blinks owlishly. "Uh... Why?"

"Um... For sketching you?" For being an absolute leering creep???

"Nonsense! I'm quite flattered!" And besides if anyone should be sorry, it's him, he's the leering creep. "All those details in such a short time! I don't know about you, but most of the time, you're the one who makes the process of capturing the baddies faster. Putting a face to the assailant! Then it would be more easier to get more information like the name, age, where, when, why, how— how long have you been sketching?"

Be still my beating heart... You held a hand to your chest, maintaining a tense smile as the feeling of wanting to be swallowed by the ground subsides as it was beginning to be replaced by flattery.

"Um... Thank you... I mean... Since I was young? It was a hobby at first, then I got into this... Um... Job and I guess I'm a professional now."

"May I see?" Edward could barely contain his excitement as he gestured at the sketch book on your desk.

For a moment, hesitance took over, but you eventually got over it and flipped through the pages, landing on the recent page, before handing it to Edward. His eyes were wide with wonder as he admired the pencil work, his eyes softening at how much details you incorporated in your drawing, a smile gracing his features.

"Wonderful..." It slips pass his lips, his finger softly stroking the material of the pad.

"You can look over the previous pages if you want."

"Really?" He glanced at you, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Go ahead." Although you were a little shy, you allowed him to close your sketchbook and go to the very first page.

You saw the advantage of prolonging the conversation further and took the chance. For so long you've wanted to approach him, as he seemed fun, but you never really had the courage to speak with him in a casual manner. Who knows? Maybe a foundation of a bond can be forged through this.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #gotham edward nygma x reader #anon

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Broken Love

read part seven ➸ here

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Càdiz, Espana 10:30am;

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you have blocked pablogavi

you have blocked pedri

You exited off instagram, shoving your phone in your pocket as you walked down the street with your suitcase.

Your hotel wasn't far from here you didn't need a GPS to guide you. Afterall it wasn't your first time in Càdiz.

You took the risk and flew ten hours away, part of you wanted to go back home to Sevilla.

But you couldn't it wasn't an option, you couldn't face your parents and tell them you ran away over some boy problems in your life.

Or worse run into Belen or Aurora, you would break and tell them everything thats if Gavi hasn't already told them anything yet.

You were so lost in your thoughts not even realizing you had just bumped into a stranger, "¡Oh! ¡Lo siento, Perdóname!" You said bending down helping him pick up his papers. (Oh! I'm so sorry!)

"No te preocupes". The stranger laughed, you both stood up, exchanging eye contact. (Don't worry about it.)

"Leo Sàez." He said extending his hand, "Y/n Valencia." You smiled shaking his hand.

"¿Eres nueva en la zona?" He asked staring down at your suitcase. (Are you new to the area?)

"Sí, en realidad, me acabo de mudar de Barcelona." You said beginning to walk, inviting him along to walk with you to your hotel, (Yes actually, I just moved from Barcelona.)

"Oh, ¿así que eres de Barcelona?" He asked. (Oh, so you're from Barcelona?)

"No, soy de Sevilla, me mudé a Barcelona hace como cuatro meses". You explained. (No I'm from Sevilla I moved to Barcelona like four months ago.)

"¿Cómo es que te mudaste?" He asked. (How come you moved?)

"Um Barcelona no era para mí". You laughed awkwardly. (Um Barcelona wasn't for me.)

Barcelona, España 10:30am;

"¡I voy!" Isabella shouted, for the past thirty seconds someone had been agressivly knocking on her door. (Coming!)

And was it annoying the crap out of her, "¡Dije que ya iba! ¡Dios mío, para!" She yelled as she opened the door. Freezing at the sight of him, "Gavi, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí?" (I said I was going! God stop! Gavi what are you doing here?)

"¿Dónde está?" He asked, "¿Está aquí?" He peeked over Isabella's shoulder examining her apartment. (Where is she? Is she here?)

"¿Quién está aquí?" Isabella asked. (Who is here?)

"Y/n. ¿Está Y/n aquí?" He asked once more. (Y/n. Is y/n here?)

"¿Quién es Y/n?" Isabella asked hoping to get on his nerves so he could leave her apartment. (Who is Y/n?)

"Isabella no te hagas la tonta, ¿dónde está?" He asked frustrated. (Isabella don't act dumb where is she?)

"¿Dónde está quién?" She smiled innocently up at him, his frustration radiating off of him was hilarious to her. (Where is who?)

"Isabella, por favor, ¿dónde está?" He begged. (Isabella, please, where is she?)

Isabella sighed caving in, "Ella se fue Gavi, no puedo decirte dónde, pero necesitaba irse, necesitaba tiempo lejos de ti y de Pedri". (She left Gavi, I can't tell you where but she needed to leave, she needed time away from you and Pedri.)

"¿Cuánto tiempo va a estar fuera?" He asked. (How long is she going to be gone.)

"No lo sé, un par de días, un par de semanas, tal vez un mes". She leaned on her door frame, watching as Gavi's face fell.

"¿Está en Sevilla?" He asked hopeful. (Is she in Sevilla?)

"No puedo decirte eso, pero si la amas, le darás su espacio". (I can't tell you that, but if you love her you'll giver her, her space.)

He looked down at his phone to check the time, "Gracias." He said turing around.

"Espera, ¿cómo encontraste mi dirección?" She asked suddenly realizing he appeared out of nowhere on her front door. (Wait, how did you find my address?)

Càdiz, España 10:30am;

"Gracias, Isa". You hung up, turning to look at Leo, "Siento mucho que hayas tenido que escuchar todo eso". You laughed shyly. (I'm so sorry you had to hear all of that.)

He laughed, "Barcelona no era para ti, eh, ¿o era por problemas de chico?". he teased cocking an eyebrow up. (Barcelona wasn't for you huh, or was it over guy troubles.)

You let out a giggle, turning your attention to look below, down the busy streets of Càdiz.

"Entonces, ¿qué pasó?" He asked. (So, what happened?)

"Bueno, le dije a mi mejor amigo que lo amaba, él me rechazó. Su mejor amigo me ayudó a superarlo, luego me enamoré de su mejor amigo, luego mi mejor amigo me dijo que él también me amaba, pero cuando se enteró de que besé a su mejor amigo, se enojó y se fue, golpeó a su mejor amigo, luego su mejor amigo apareció en mi apartamento, hablamos y luego, a mitad de la conversación, decidí huir diez horas de Barcelona a Càdiz". You rambled running out of breath. (Um well, I told my bestfriend that I loved him he rejected me. His bestfriend helped me get over him then I fell for his bestfriend, then my bestfriend told me he loved me too but when he found out I kissed his bestfriend he got mad and left, punched his bestfriend then his bestfriend showed up at my apartment we talked and then mid conversation I decided to run away ten hours away from Barcelona to Càdiz.)

"Vale, en serio, ¿qué pasó?" He laughed. (Ok seriously what happened.)

You stared at him chewing at your lips, "No estaba mintiendo, eso es lo que pasó..." (I wasn't kidding thats actually what happened.)

"Oh, bueno, esa es una historia. Por curiosidad, ¿quién te gusta más?" Leo asked. (Oh, well thats a story. Out of curiosity who do you like more?)

"No sé, por eso me fui, no podía elegir entre ellos y no podía romperles el corazón". You sighed leaning against the balcony railing. (I don't know thats why I left , I couldn't choose between them and I couldn't break their hearts.)

"¿Así que te elegiste a ti misma?" (So you chose yourself?)

"Elegí la paz". You turned to look at him, it felt weird and silly how you just managed to open up to a complete stranger you met a couple minutes ago on the street.

But if felt good to talk about, after the thoughts eating you alive for ten hours. It felt good to get it out.

Sevilla, España 10:30pm

"¿Pablo? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" Your mom answered the door, groggy from just being woken up from her sleep. (Pablo? What are you doing here?)

By the way he was knocking on the door she thought someone was coming in to rob them.

"Hola, Marisol, siento molestarte tan tarde en la noche, pero ¿está Y/n aquí?" He asked. (Hola, Marisol, I'm sorry to bother you so late in the night but is Y/n here?)

He had convinced Xavi to let him take a few days off and go to Sevilla to qoute on qoute "he had family business to take care of."

"¿Y/n? ¿Por qué estaría aquí? Ella está en Barcelona, ¿de qué estás hablando?" Marisol asked worry starting to show on her face.

"¿Le pasó algo?" She asked more frantic than ever. (Y/n? Why would she be here? She's in Barcelona, what are you talking about. Did something happen to her?)

Gavi noticing your mothers panic state had to play it off or she would start a man hut trying to find you. Although it wouldn't be a bad idea, it would help him feel at peace knowing if you were at least ok.

"No, no, no pasa nada, está bien, me había dicho que se iba de vacaciones con Isabella. Ella no me dijo a dónde iba, así que supuse que estaba aquí. Siento preocuparte, Mari". He calmly explained trying not to alarm Marisol more than she already was. (No no, nothing is wrong she's fine, she had told me she was going on a little vacation with Isabella. She didn't tell me where she was going so I assumed she was here. Sorry to worry you Mari.)

He said his goodbyes to your mother, assuring her everything was ok before he left. He walked down the streets, occasionally getting stopped to take a picture.

He was worried, not knowing were you where. All he had was some message from you saying you were leaving Barcelona. But he at least wanted to know you were ok, it would give him some peace. But he couldn't even text you, you had blocked him on messages and instagram.

Hell you didn't even telk your own parents you were leaving Barcelona.

He entered his house, not expecting for anyone to be up. His parents were the type to sleep early. He carefully closed the door.

"Pablo Martin Pàez Gavira, ¿qué hiciste?"

He jumped, turing around to face his sister. "¿Pensé que estabas en Ibiza?" (I thought you were in Ibiza?)

"Regresé hace un par de horas, ahora, por favor, explícame lo que le hiciste a Y/n". She demanded, sitting down on the couch, signaling him to sit in the opposite couch. (I got back a couple hours ago, now please explain to me what you did to Y/n.)

"¿Como?" (What?)

"¡Pablo se mudó de Barcelona después de mudarse allí para estar contigo!" Aurora said wide eyed staring her brother like the idiot he was. (Pablo she moved from Barcelona after she moved there to be with you!)

"¿Así que sabes dónde está?" He asked hopeful. (So you know where she is?)

"No ¡No sé dónde está, publicó en Instagram, pero luego me bloqueó a mí y a ti!" She exclaimed. "Así que me imagino que solo tú hiciste algo". (I don't know where she is she posted on instagram but then she later blocked me ans you!, So I can imagine only you did something.)

"Si hice algo, me di cuenta de lo que sentía por ella demasiado tarde, ahora se ha ido". He sunk back on the couch pouting. (I did do something, I realized my feelings for her too late now that she's gone.)

"Entonces lucha por ella, hermanito". Aurora comforted her brother. "Además, no le digas nada a mamá sobre esto, sabes lo mucho que ama a Y/n y te mataría si se entera de que la alejaste de Barcelona". She joked. (Then fight for her, hermanito. Also don't tell ma anything about this, you know how much she loves Y/n and she would kill you if she finds out you drove her away from Barcelona.)

Càdiz, España five months later;

"Isa! ¡Te he echado mucho de menos!" You shouted clinging onto your bestfriend whom you haven't seen in months due to you moving. (Isa! I've missed you so much!)

"¡Yo tambien nena! ¡Me dejaste sola en Barcelona, ha sido tan aburrido!" She hugged you tighter. (Me to nena! You left me all alone at Barcelona its been so boring!)

"Vale, Bella, déjala ir antes de que rompas a mi novia". Leo laughed seeing how happy you we're finally reuniting with your bestfriend. (Ok Bella let go before you break my girlfriend.)

"Puede que seas su novio, pero yo soy el amor de su vida". Isabella made duck lips at you as if you two were going to kiss, Leo rolling his eyes, pulling you away from her and heading towards the car. (You might be her boyfriend but I'm the love of her life.)

You four we're currently eating at a restaurant Leo's sister Tania, who was practically your sister from the amount of time you spend together joined yall.

All of you were having an amazing time, laughing, joking around, talking. It was times like these that made Barcelona seem like a distant memory.

Five months have passed, and you have never been happier. Pedri nor Gavi had made any effort to contact you.

And you were ok with that, Leo and Tania helped you get over them (granted they didn't know who the guys were). Leo especially.

You felt guilty at first, but you had to move on, and that meant dating other guys. At first you weren't sure about going out with Leo. You came to Càdiz to sort your feelings out and choose one of them.

But instead you ended up choosing someone else. And you were ok with thag Leo made you happy, and your happiness was what mattered most to you.

Even if it wasn't with Gavi or Pedri.

"Alguien nos puede tomar una foto?" Isabella asked pointing between you and her, Tania taking her phone. (Can one of you take a picture of us?)

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Barcelona, España 1:30pm

Gavi was scrolling on Pablo Torre's phone, his phone had died a couple minutes ago and Pablo was dead asleep next to him.

His mind wandered over to you, for the past five months he hasn't gotten you out of his mind. It was hard not to think about you his was still so worried about you and where you could be.

You both hadn't communicated in five months, and it was breaking him. He got an idea and searched your username on the search bar.

He starred at the no user found, screen it seemed how you have blocked every single FC Barcelona player.

He thought about Isabella, yes Isabella blocked him, but maybe not his name twin.

And with luck, she didn't his eyes lit up when he saw her recent post with the both of you in it. And the location was tagged. "Esta en Càdiz." he whispered. (She's in Càdiz)

He scrolled through the comments stopping at a certain one. Leo's comment. He clicked on his profile, his heart sinking at his latest post, it was a picture of the both of you from back in December.

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His relif turned to anger, you disappear for months claiming to be working on yourself and try to sort your feelings for one of them, but instead you had a boyfriend.

What about him? What about Pedri? How could you do that to them? You said you loved him, did that change in those five months?

Càdiz, España three days later;

You and Leo were cuddling on the couch watching a movie as Isabella and Tania were out getting take out.

You were both falling asleep, a sudden knock at the door jolting the both of you wake up. "Voy! Dios mío, nos estamos muriendo de hambre, ¿por qué tardaron tanto?" You opened the door. (Gosh we are starving what took you both so long?)

Your heart sunk, as you stared at the person on the other side of your door. "Pablo." You whispered.

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