#i ate the same ready meal last night but it was so so good it was vietnamese shredded chicken noodles n i added pink pickled veg

[c0ntrolled-demolition]

went out clubbing with my boyfriend last night n didn’t get back til 5 then had to come home by 8:30 for a phone appointment that didn’t happen 👍

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | seven.

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.3k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, girlies we are lying straight through our teeth.. 😭, we also got door code privilege so we can talk to professor choi about neuroscience papers in private more often!! 😙, making out, a shower together ouweeee, blowjob, handjob, swallowing his cum, more cute affectionate moments, watching a movie together and being domestic af basicallllly

—a/n: i just wanna say tysm for being down bad for prof choi as much as i am <33 ily!! there will be a 7.5! & tsbut!yunho will make his debut soon.. 👀

—FLASHBACK

The walk back to your building isn't that bad, especially when most people aren't quite up and about just yet. San drops you off in the same residential area, watching through his rearview mirror as you make the trek back. When he sees you enter through the side door, he pulls off and drives around to the usual garage he parks at for the day.

You make it back to your studio unnoticed, slipping in with ease and heading straight to the shower to get ready for your day. The events from last night replay over and over again in your head and you can't help but smile to yourself knowing how well San took care of you.

You long for him.

After a good, long shower to soothe your body, you try your best to go about your morning as normal as possible. You quickly dry your hair and dab on some blush, mascara, brow gel, and lip gloss— keeping it light before throwing on some baggy straight jeans, an oversized crewneck and a pair of 530 New Balances. The moment you slide your laptop into your bag, Felix comes knocking on your door.

"Morning sunshine!" He smiles. "What time did you get back from lab last night?"

"Not too late. Sunwoo dropped me off before heading to his place." You give him a toothless smile, hoping he'd buy it. And he does.

"Oh, cool. Glad it didn't seem too bad and that he was there to accompany you." You sling the strap of your back over your shoulder, swinging your door shut before locking it. You follow Felix down the hall and head down to the dining hall to grab breakfast; except, you aren't hungry.

"Eunchae and Jurin are still asleep, huh?" You nod.

"Yeah, they won't get up for breakfast anyway." You laugh, knowing the two will probably get up right before class, giving themselves enough time to grab coffee on the way over at one of the cafes. 

"Yeah, Jiung is fucking knocked out." You giggle. "Anyway, wonder what special they have for breakfast today."

"I'm actually not hungry."

"Not hungry? For breakfast?" Felix looks at you weirdly. "Since when? It's your favorite meal of the day."

"I dunno, I'm still full from last night. I ate pretty late." Felix shrugs.

"Well okay, then. I'm just gonna grab something real quick and eat it on the go."

"No, we can stay and eat. I'll probably just grab some fruit." Felix looks at you with a brow cocked up, watching as you fiddle with the strap of your bag.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He presses his hand to your forehead gently. "You're not feeling sick, are you?"

"No." You look at him with a small, reassuring smile. "I promise."

"Okay then." He shrugs, no longer questioning you about your appetite this morning even though the tiny change in mannerism is enough to have Felix wondering what's been going on with you. Maybe it's just a phase, maybe you are just overwhelmed like Jiung says. 

He won't ask, though. He'll let you come to him if you need him. 

At least, you look happy. There's a certain glow to you that he can't pinpoint.

—END

"School is awful." Jurin puts her head down to rest her eyes for a second. "I feel like I'm a robot, moving nonstop."

"Tell me about it." Felix yawns. "I have to TA in a few." Felix looks at his watch and hums. "Hm, I'll leave in like.. 5 minutes."

"You know, I actually enjoy TAing!" Eunchae pops a grape into her mouth.

"Honestly, I do too. It's pretty fun." You chime in, taking one of her grapes.

"Same, especially when the class knows how to interact. Otherwise, I kinda just stand there and look dumb." Jiung snorts. At this moment, your phone dings from an email. You furrow your brows when you notice it's coming in from the department, stating that your TA hours were gonna be split with Jeong Yunho's class.

To: yn@atz.edu From: bioeng@atz.edu Hi Y/N, Hope this email finds you well! I'm emailing you to let you know there's been a change with your TA assignment. Half of your hours will be split between Professor Hsieh and Professor Jeong, effective immediately. Professor Jeong's TA needed to take leave for a family emergency and will not be returning for the remainder of the quarter. He should be emailing you soon to discuss a little further, but please feel free to reach out in the meantime if you have any questions or need any clarification. Thank you, Erika

"What's wrong?" Jiung looks at you as you read through the email.

"Uh. Speaking of TAing, I just got an email saying some of my hours are going to Professor Jeong's class. His TA needed to take leave for the rest of the quarter cause of a family emergency."

"Oh, damn. Hope they're okay." Jurin says. "Isn't that cool to be helping him now too, though?"

"Yeah, I guess." You lie because no, it's not. You'll obviously keep it civil and do what you need to do. But at the same time, you don't respect him the same way you used to. You don't care if you're biased over San— you just don't do that to people you claim to love. "It'll be interesting." There's a slight pause in conversation until Felix chimes in again.

"It'll be fun, I'm sure you'll learn new things from him just like you're doing with Professor Hsieh and Professor Choi." Your heart skips a beat thinking about San, and you realize you really need to keep yourself under wraps better before you slip up and start smiling like a fucking idiot around your friends.

And knowing them, they'd never leave it alone if you give them even the slightest hint of something going on.

"Mhm." Is all you manage to say.

"What're you guys doing this weekend?" Jiung squints at all of you. "Should we head out if you're all here?"

"I think I'm gonna be gone on Sunday during the day, but I'll be back later that evening." Jurin says.

"I'm gonna head home tonight and just hang out with my mom for the weekend." You poke at your salad before forking it and taking it a bite. You also avoid eye contact because it's a lie, and you won't be seeing your mom. You'll be at San's.

"Okay, so we aren't hanging out this weekend." Jiung snorts.

"Yeah, I think my cousin is gonna come down to visit and sleep over." Eunchae says. "We'll probably go out and head around."

"Just us boys again! We should throw a little kick-it at the apartment and keep it lowkey." Jiung adds, with Felix nodding. "Eunchae, you can bring your cousin if you guys aren't too tired." 

"Yeah! We'll swing by if we have the energy." She turns to you. "What're you gonna be doing with your mom?"

"Just hanging out, relaxing." Jiung nods.

"Nice you're spending more time with your mom." You give him a toothless smile and quietly nod.

"Alright, I gotta head out. I might even be a little late." Felix laughs. "See ya'll for dinner later? Y/N if I don't see you before you go, please drive home safely and enjoy your weekend with your mom!"

"Thank you, Lix." You smile and tuck your things into your bag. "I should probably go too, actually. I should wrap things up sooner than later." Jurin, Eunchae and Jiung begin to pack their own things as well, waving their goodbyes as you all split to different ways; some going back to lab, to class, some going to the library to finish some assignments before the weekend rolls around so they don't have to worry about it.

You walk to the Harvey Center with a slight pout, unsure of how to feel being thrown into Yunho's class. Truthfully, it could be worse. You don't know what you'd do if you somehow had to work alongside of Iseul. You're still praying and hoping you don't ever have to collaborate with her, and this is probably all sorts of fucked up because it's based on your feelings for San. You can agree that they are both great professors— their work and contributions are widely known. You don't doubt that you'd learn something new from them. However, you just can't get past the idea that they did what they did to San. You can never fathom betrayal like that.

You sigh.

You can't wait to tell San about this.

As promised, Yunho emails you and asks if he can set up a time to talk and catch you up on everything that's been happening in class so far. He asks if he can see you before the day ends so that you're good to go by the time next week comes.

To: yn@atz.edu From: jeongyh@atz.edu Hi Y/N, I think you might've received the email from Erika already about the change in your TA hours. Thank you in advance for your help, and I'm excited to have you onboard! Do you have some time before end of the day to quickly meet and go over the course? I can bring you up to date on where we're at. I'm on the east wing of the Harvey Center, room E122. Let me know what's good for you and I'll carve out the time. Thanks! Yunho

"You look unhappy." Sunwoo says as he plops down in the empty chair next to your desk, watching as you stare at the email through your laptop. "What's wrong?" You snap out of it and chuckle.

"Nothing." You pause. "Well actually, I'm short on time today so I might not get much done. I'll come in over the weekend if needed."

"Dude, it's fine. Take your weekends." He chuckles. "Why, though? Is everything okay?"

"Mhm. My TA hours are just getting rearranged."

"Oh, more or less?"

"Hm. I'm cutting down on Professor Hsieh's since she has two other TAs, and those hours will go to Professor Jeong instead."

"Oh, cool. That'll be a fun class! I've heard good things about it."

"Yeaaaah. I have to go meet him before the end of the day." You start typing your response to Yunho, letting him know 4:30pm was the best time for you— that way, you still have time to get through some of your work before heading out. Coincidentally, at this point, San walks into the office area, along with three other people. They're conversing in good spirits, and they make a turn towards your direction to head to the small conference room situated near your desk.

"Yo, what's up Professor Choi!" Sunwoo nods.

"Hey Sunwoo." He smiles at him before looking at you. "Y/N." He subtly licks his lips and smirks, returning his attention back to the group as if it never left. You almost forget about Yunho entirely.

He'll be the death of you.

"I'm going to work on some data analysis before I see him. I don't think I'll have time to slice and image today." Sunwoo shrugs.

"All good. We have time next week in between surgeries."

"Don't remind me." You smile at him playfully.

"Assuming you'll listen and take my advice about not coming in on the weekends unless absolutely necessary, what do you have planned?" 

"Mm, just hang out with my mom. What about you?"

"One of my good friends is visiting so I'll be taking him around and letting him sleep on my couch." You snort.

"Sounds fun." 

"Alright, I'm gonna finish some imaging from the slicing we did earlier in the week." You nod and wave. "Have fun at your meeting with Professor Jeong, and have a good weekend!"

"You too, Sunwoo." You give him a toothless smile before returning your attention to the data on your laptop. You spend a good few minutes typing out your analysis, only turning when you hear San's voice as he passes by. He gives you a small, tiny smile before returning his attention to the group, walking out of the basement to who knows where. 

You continue to keep your head down, bouncing between small assignments and your data analysis up until the very end. When 4:20pm hits, you quickly pack up your things and head out, giving the basement one last look. San hasn't returned after leaving with the group, so you assume he's busy for the rest of the afternoon until he heads home. You let out a small sigh, power walking over to the east side of the building. You tap your badge and hold your breath, hoping the badge reader will turn green and pop the door open; which, to your luck, it does. You follow the room numbers until the end, finding Yunho's office in the corner towards the back end of the first floor. You press your ear to the door, making sure there isn't an ongoing meeting before you knock. Once it's clear, you give his door a good, hard three knocks, not even having to wait for Yunho to respond with a 'come in!' 

"Hey!" Yunho smiles at you as you walk in, and you give him a simple, toothless smile. "Nice to see you again!" He's standing, just about to slip a book back onto the shelf next to him.

"Hi Professor Jeong. It's nice to see you again, too."

"Please, take a seat. I'm just kinda fiddling through books right now."

"Are you working on something in particular?" You gently set your bag down and watch as he grabs another book off of the shelf and sets it down on his desk. The book has different images of the mouse brain— the anatomy, from different angles.

"Ah, I'm just trying to make sense of some images, that's all." He smiles again at you. There's no denying that Yunho is also very attractive. He's charming in his own way, very witty and outgoing. You see him bouncing around campus pretty often, with or without Iseul in tow.

"I see."

"How's your day been?"

"It's been alright. Had two classes before I finished up work in San's—" You pause. "Professor Choi's lab."

"That's right, you're rotating in his lab this quarter?"

"Mhm." 

"How's it been?"

"Amazing." You tilt your head and he nods.

"That's good. He's a good guy. If it's anybody you'll learn the most from, it's him."

"Yeah, I agree wholeheartedly." You chuckle to play it off a bit. "So.. I'm sorry to hear about your TA. I hope things are alright with them."

"Hope so, too. I'm just glad they're taking the time they need." He pulls out a copy of his syllabus and slides it over. "You're probably familiar with the format since Professor Hsieh follows a similar one. I usually do about 4 lectures and take care of finals at the end. I've got about three other professors doing guest lectures, and one of our postdocs handles the hands-on lab portion and some other classes." You skim the document. "My TAs usually handle journal club-led discussions. I'll pop in for a few if I can, but I let my TAs have the floor." You nod.

"Oh yeah, this is similar to Professor Hsieh's class. Shouldn't be too bad." You continue to flip through the syllabus.

"No. It shouldn't be." He chuckles. "I may need you to assist with one of my lectures and labs, too."

"Okay, no problem."

"I'll send you the journal club papers and add you to our discussion board. They'll submit assignments and post any questions there, and we can upload lecture or reading material there as well. You can set up office hours for however you'd like, whatever works easiest for you. Just let me know what day you decide to do it."

"Sounds good." You look at him, and he looks at you. You can see the way his brow subtly cocks up before he lets out a small laugh. He's probably unsure why it feels a little tense when trust, you're trying your hardest to not let it slip.

"Any questions? Feeling overwhelmed?"

"No, I'm—" The door suddenly swings open and it's Iseul. Her eyes land on you for a quick second before she diverts her attention back to her husband and apologizes for interrupting. "I'm good, I think we're all set here." You stand and grab your bag. "Thanks, Professor Jeong. I'll see you next week?" He nods. 

"Alright, well feel free to reach out if anything comes up. Have a great weekend, Y/N."

"You too." You give him a short and curt bow before slipping past Iseul. You feel her eyes on you as you pass by, up until the very moment you slip out the door.

And finally, it feels like you can breathe.

"Is that your new TA?" 

"Y/N, yes." He stands to give her a hug and kiss on the top of the head. 

"She looks familiar."

"Well, she's in the bioengineering department and has rotated in Christopher's lab. She's in San's now."

"Hm." She hums. "Interesting." There's something about you that rubs her the wrong way and she's quick to trust her gut. It's not that she doesn't trust you around Yunho, no. But, she doesn't know you and something already feels weird.

"So, hungry? Where should we go for dinner?" He sits back down while Iseul leans against his cabinet behind him, scrolling through her phone.

"I'm feeling sushi tonight."

"That sounds good. Let me finish this up real quick and I'll get you out of here, okay?" He squeezes her hip before returning his attention back to the images on his screen.

After you meet with Yunho, you walk back straight to your studio to pack up for the weekend. You wash up and grab a few things, changing into comfier clothes per usual. When you leave, you shoot San a quick text, waving goodbye to a few friends you run into on your way out.

you: i'm about to head to your house!

san: sorry baby, just wrapping things up but i'll be there ASAP. feel free to get comfy and do whatever you need to do. code to the door is 9583.

you: waoow i have door code access now 🤭

san: lol you sure do, pretty girl. i'll see you soon, okay?

you: mmkay, hurry ☹️

San smiles to himself as he sets the phone down and powers through a few more tasks. When you get to San's house, you park off to the curb and head straight inside, hoping to avoid any confrontation with neighbors at this moment. You slip in and step out of your shoes, sighing a sigh of relief when you've made it safely. You head upstairs to drop your things, noticing San's bed fixed nicely. Rings spread across the drawer, cologne lightly lingering in the air. 

You can't wait for him to get home.

You head back downstairs and turn on the tv for background noise, lighting up a candle on the island. You take a few moments to snack on some fruits before you [slowly] start prepping ingredients for dinner, scrolling through Instagram and getting lost in the social media rabbit hole. You lazily walk over to San's fridge and quickly skim the shelves to see if there's any ideas that'll pop up for dinner. He's got just enough groceries, but nothing too overwhelming. You walk over to the pantry, also taking your time to skim the shelves. The TV is unexpectedly playing a show on unsolved mysteries, which distracts you to a great extent as you hang out beneath the door frame of the pantry.

"Hm." You pull up random recipes in between glancing at the tv. It isn't long before you hear the garage door open, the soft, muffled audio creeping through the walls. San walks in shortly afterwards, airpod in one ear while taking a meeting on Zoom through his phone. 

"Yeah, I know. I agree. Maybe they should work on it together and try a different approach? Have you asked Russ to try some computational analysis on their data?" Is all you hear him say as he walks into the kitchen with a smile on his face seeing you there. You reciprocate the smile and wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for the right moment to kiss him and welcome him home. "Mhm." He says before muting himself. "Hi baby."

"Hi." You tippy-toe to kiss him, allowing San to deepen the kiss despite his Zoom call still going on in the background. "San." You giggle in between, pointing at his phone.

"They don't need me right now." He chases after your lips, hands sliding from the small of your back down to your ass and giving it a good squeeze. You squeal, indulging in a few more seconds of kissing San— fingers tangled in the ends of his hair, gently biting onto his bottom lip and causing him to hiss in response just as you pull away.

"Go finish up your meeting."

"Tease." He mouths out before unmuting himself. "Yeah, I'm here. I hear you." He keeps his eyes on you with a small smirk. He points upstairs, mouthing out a quick 'i'll be in my office.' You nod, giving him one last peck on the lips before he disappears up the steps. You rummage through his fridge to grab those mushrooms, bokchoy, and tofu he had sitting around to whip up a quick udon stir fry. Before chopping up your ingredients, you let the udon sit in a hot water bath while you pop in some shrimp tempura you found in his freezer in the air fryer. Once the noodles are ready, you toss them in as you fry the vegetables, along with your wet ingredients— whipping everything up in a matter of 25 mins. 

After his meeting, San quickly finishes some emails and follows up on a few pending items before calling it a day. He's trying to balance his time better now that you're around because the last thing he wants to do is make the same mistake again of unintentionally pushing someone he cares about away. And it's a little scarier this time, a little different, because San feels himself falling deep [and fast] for you. He doesn't wanna run you off or scare you in any way, and he surely doesn't want a repetition of his last, but he truly cares about you and wants this to work no matter how tough it might be.

He just wants you.

He sighs when the thoughts flood his head, locking his computer and setting his things aside. Since he hears you whipping up dinner, he heads to the room to change and quickly shower. He tosses his clothes into the laundry and steps in, leaving the bathroom door cracked open. When you head up the stairs after making dinner, you find San drenched underneath the piping hot water. Steam is rising out of the shower and into its surroundings, fogging up the mirrors. You watch for a few moments through his bathroom mirror— catching 'lil peeks and admiring his pretty, honey-dipped skin, wet black hair. You find the sudden urge to join him, to just be with him, and before you can even think twice, your feet are already taking you to San. You tread over in front of the shower door, San curiously looking at you with a small smile on his face. His eyes are glued to you while he watches you strip down in front of him, beautifully bare and raw. He pops the door open for you to step in, hands instantly coming to your waist to pull you flush against him.

"Wasn't expecting you to join."

"Thought we could save some water."

"Yeah?" He laughs. "I'm not mad about it." You tippy-toe to peck him on the lips. He doesn't let you go, though. He deepens the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance slowly, sensually. His hands are roaming all over your body, giving your breasts a good squeeze. You moan, the need, desire, to please San becomes overwhelming. He lets out a small sigh when he feels your hand wrap around his hard cock, his breathy moan causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your lips press chaste kisses down the column of his neck, tongue swiping across the surface before you gently nibble. You're careful not to leave any marks, softly sucking on the base of his neck, collarbone; just enough to make him feel a way without having the proof littered on his skin.

"Fuck, princess." He chokes out. "Feels so damn good already." You pick up the pace as you continue to stroke him, slowly crouching down to come eye level with his member— kissing and sucking away at his angry, red tip to start it off. Your tongue swipes from the base upwards, pressing tiny kisses across the surface. "Don't be such a tease." He pouts as he watches from above. You smirk, taking half of him inside your mouth. You work your hand at the same time you bob up and down, pulling back with a pop. The string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his tip drives him insane, his hand coming to the back of your head to slowly guide you down his length the next time you've stuffed your mouth full of him. "Doing so well, love. You can take all of me, yeah?" You nod. He feels you gag when he eases it all down your throat, causing San to groan a little louder— the tone echoing off the bathroom walls. He keeps his cock down your throat, determining on his own terms when he'll give you time to catch your breath, take a breather. When he pulls your head back, you look up at him with those doe-eyes. And it goes from one moment of sticking his cock back down your throat, to the next moment of you constantly bobbing your head; sucking him off so fucking well. 

"Aw—fuck—" San hisses before moaning loudly. "So fucking sexy, baby. Made just for me." He breathes out. "Fuck, fuck— gonna cum—" It takes that one last moment of taking him fully before San keeps your head there as he shoots his cum down your throat. When he's finished, you slowly pull back and wipe at your mouth, throat feeling all sorts of sore and battered but you could careless.

As long as you made San feel good, that's all you wanted.

"Okay, maybe we need to finish up in here."

"Do we have to?" San smirks, hands rubbing at your waist. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Just wanted to make you feel good, Sannie." The nickname rolls of your lips so naturally San feels his heart soar. It just feels like you were meant to say it, like you're the only person on this Earth that is deserving of so. San doesn't even realize he's still smiling down at you until you kiss him on the lips tenderly and finally taking the lead with getting washed up.

When you get back downstairs, San still can't keep his hands off of you. You sit on the edge of the counter while San washes a few of his containers from lunch. After he finishes, he slots himself in between your legs, admiring you from where he stands. You wrap your arms around his neck while his hands are resting on your thighs. He presses cute, repeated kisses along your chin and jaw, causing you to giggle.

"So, I forgot to tell you. I got an email from the department today about my TA assignment."

"Is everything okay?" 

"I think so."

"You think?"

"I, um." You look at San. "Some of my TA hours are going to Yunho. I had to meet with him really quickly earlier."

"Oh. That's cool, baby." You shake your head and he chuckles. "No?"

"No."

"Don't think about the things that happened. He's still a great professor and someone you'll learn a lot from." You scoff.

"Like what, how to be a bad, homewrecking bestfriend?"

"Baby." He smirks a bit and gently pokes your nose. "Don't do that."

"You're right, sorry." You roll your eyes playfully. "He is cool, I guess." He chuckles.

"Promise me you won't let your feelings get in the way, hm? Look at him as a professor, not from what you know about me." Truthfully, San is a little afraid that you'll be working closely with Yunho now. Not because he's insecure, no. But, working with Yunho meant there was a chance he'd learn more about you. And obviously San wouldn't hide your relationship if he didn't have to, for the sake of rules, policy, his lab, Namjoon even. The fear is stemming from his past, coming back to haunt him all over again. He doesn't trust either of them one bit.

"I should be looking at you as just a professor too, you know?" You tease.

"Oh yeah? Wonder what happened there."

"Kinda like you better like this, though." You giggle, allowing San to swoop you into his arms. You cling on, wrapping your legs and arms around him while he walks you to the couch and sits you on his lap. 

"Damn, so the whole professor charm didn't do much?"

"Kidding." You laugh.

"Your laugh is so cute." San says, looking up to you all smitten. He rubs at your sides, kissing you sweetly before he's back to just smiling at you.

"What, no?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"You're just so beautiful, that's all." You smile. "Hm, so. What do you wanna watch? What do you wanna do this weekend since I have you all to myself?"

"Well, we can watch something cute? Because I've been watching this and it's making my mind work overtime with all the possibilities." You look back at the TV and San chuckles.

"I thought you liked stuff like that, baby."

"I do, but tonight, I just wanna relax."

"Fair enough. I'll watch whatever movie you wanna watch."

"Even if its A Walk to Remember or The Notebook?" He nods, bottom lip poking out.

"I don't mind."

"Wow, you're a little too perfect." He laughs.

"Far from it, actually." 

"And, I don't know. I'm down for whatever this weekend."

"I'll take you around some places away from here."

"Sounds good with me."

"Let's grab our dinner and watch a movie?" He kisses you once more before tapping you on the hip. "Thank you for making dinner, angel."

"Of course." You smile and hop off his lap. You fill your bowls with the udon stir fry and tempura you made, laughing and joking around mid-convo with San as you both walk back to the couch while he's telling you about his day. You pop on the classic Titanic, not really in the mood for anything else popping up on Netflix. San compliments you on dinner, smothering you in more kisses all over your face. You joke about how he didn't have much to work with, so maybe grocery shopping needed to go on your list for this weekend's festivities.

When you're done with dinner, San cleans up in the kitchen while you continue to watch away on the couch, answering to a few texts in between until San comes back to keep you company. Mid-movie, his phone dings, signaling a text coming through.

It's Jongho.

jongho: trying to play tennis this weekend? me and yeosang were thinking about going to the courts then hanging out at his house after. 

jongho: chris is gonna be busy with his sister this weekend so he's out 

jongho: and i asked mingi but i don't think he wants to play lol

san: sorry my guy! sounds fun but i'll be occupied with some things this weekend.

jongho: like what??

san: i'm just behind on a few things, needa wrap it up before the NAS conference.

jongho: hm ok, well the invite is there if things change!

san: thanks! have fun lol

And with that, San locks his phone and continues to watch the movie while your head is on his lap. He looks down at you and smiles a bit to himself, his hand coming down to thread through your hair and give you a gentle head massage. He feels a bit guilty for lying to Jongho, but at the same time, he doesn't.

He's content, he's happy.

Right now, things couldn't feel any more perfect and he'd be damned if he did anything to mess it up.

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[avaf00rd]

media day

Leah Williamson x Reader

For everyone that rages at it I’m gonna check it aight

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“whats today” asked Leah’s strong Milton Keynes accent behind a digital film camera. You looked up and smiled at her camera.

“It’s media day!” You softly said, voice still horse, still half asleep and leaning at the kitchen bench with your girlfriend, she was going to put a bunch of captured videos from every six months on a video for her instagram. It was a new goal of hers. The idea made your heart melt.

Some days she would just set it up as you two spent time together. If you were travelling and watching the sunset on the beach with Leah as an example, she would set the camera up behind the two of you cuddling and looking out.

Other times she would film you and your friends being silly in the gym, or videos of you and your dogs.

Later, Leah drove the two of you to the training grounds. Both with hair neat and light makeup on, ready to film some media.

Most of you girls didn’t mind these days, some hated, but you found it so much fun. Leah filmed you as you skipped through the entrance and down the hauls, the blonde chuckling behind you. You turned around and winked for the camera before you ran into Beth and Steph coming up the other way,

“Hello!” Beth said hugging you. You hugged her tightly before doing the same to Steph.

“You’re after Caitlin and Jen. You have to do another game for a video this one is more fun than the last one trust me” Beth said to you two, letting you know what the first media duty was, also reminding you at how bad you were at the last challenge you filmed was.

When you stepped into the area with many cameras and back drops for shoots set up, you girlfriend was immediately peeled away from you to go take some photos in the new training tracksuit set. Claiming they didn’t have enough content for the particular set.

You were sitting on one of the lounges scrolling through instagram as you noticed Jen come up to you with a microphone “y/n!” The tall brunette exclaimed. “Mind if I sit?” She asked pointing to the spot on the couch next to you.

“Of course Jenny” you smiled moving your legs that were laying there, before putting them back on top of Jen’s lap so they could lay there once again.

“Oh ok” Jen and you giggled as you relaxed back into the couch with you legs resting over her lap. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Hit me” you said smiling at the camera

“I went over to grab a cookie from the snack table. And Caitlin foord had informed me that you had eaten the entire bowl of cookies? Can you confirm or deny?” She asked you

“What!” You laughed. “Caitlin not fair!” You yelled across the indoor area as the girl poked her tongue at you. “Deny. She ate most of them I had two!” You said looking into the camera, getting louder at the last part so the brunette across the room could hear.

“Rumour confirmed. Now who do you think looks the best in the new home kit?” Jen said smirking, motioning towards her chest as she was wearing the said kit.

“I think it really suits me im not gonna lie…..” you grinned “But best might have to be Jen Beattie” you shrugged, you high-fived her before you noticed a blonde with her arms folded glaring at both of you.

“I didn’t see you come through the door” you smiled at Leah, patting the spot next to you so she could sit.

“Jen best dressed in home kit?” She questioned towards the camera.

“Yes-“ Jen said proudly

“No! It’s a tie!” You grinned

“Mm sure” Leah said

“Ok one final question and Leah you can answer this too. Any pre game traditions you have together? Like as a couple?”

“Well Leah Can’t cook so I end up cooking pasta. I feel like when you ask a footballer their night-before meal they all say this. But it’s seriously you know, good carbs for the following game day” you said into your microphone to Jen and the Camera

“I can cook some things” Leah said

“Let’s be real here Leah, I don’t even live with you and I know this” Jen laughed, making Leah pout cutely at the camera

“You make great weetabix darling” you said rubbing her shoulder in sympathy causing her to upside-down smile at you.

“And there you have it let’s find our next guest” Jen’s voice trailed off, leaving the couch as the camera man followed her and the mic.

Leah pulled you into her embrace on the couch, you now completely collapsed on top of her. “I’m already tired” your girlfriend huffed below you.

“let’s get you a coffee I was about to get one” you said getting up to head towards the snack table containing a coffee machine just to your luck.

“Yuck no thanks” said the non-coffee drinker.

———————

“Hi im Y/n y/l/n”

“And I am Leah Williamson”

“This is Arsenal’s Name Three game, where we are going to be asked to name three of a category or something like that in under 5 seconds” you shrugged smiling wide

“Here we go” Leah said rubbing her palms together

“Name Three dog breeds. Go” you asked with cardboard game cards in your hand

“Ok um Husky, Border Collie and erm Labrador” she smiled proud of getting it right in 4 seconds.

“Nice work” you smiled, adjusting your position on your seat as Leah read her card.

“Name three Arsenal men’s players from the 2021/2022 season!”

“Um Martinelli, Tomiyaso, Saka!” You clapped after quickly finishing “did I have to say full names?” You asked the people behind the camera who shook their heads.

“Dang that was quick good job sweets. Okay my turn now I’m gonna beat your time” Leah said.

“Oh god good luck. Three countries that speak Spanish off you go” you read as her 5 seconds started

“Shit um Spain, El Salvador and”

“1..” you counted down

“Mexico” she smiled proudly finishing her answer in less than a second. “That was an easier question than you think”

“I’m shit at Geography” you shrugged to the camera

“Ok y/l/n your second is name three shades of red” she smiled reading, knowing you most likely wouldn’t get this.

“Is red one-“ you questioned

“Time starts go!”

“I don’t know any! Um plain red and… oh pink is one right” you exclaimed

“Bowbow! Times up. And I don’t think Plain red counts, nor pink” she laughed

“Surely” you mumbled crossing you arms. The camera started recording as you were given the next card. “For your final question Leah, three fake blondes on the Arsenal team” you giggled reading out your card.

“Oh my god that’s funny um shit Beth, Laura and also oh wait no she’s not…and Chloe!”

“Time! You didn’t get the last one in time!” You argued

“I so did!” She exclaimed

“Nope”

“I did but whatever then you just cannot handle losing” she said, receiving a glare from you. “Ok for the final question of today for lucky y/n here. Name three country songs starting with L”

“What! Not fair”

“Ready?”

“Absolutely not!

“Okay three two one start!” She exclaimed, studying your face as your face scrunched up in thought.

“Love you anyway Luke combs, lovin on you and like a wrecking ball by Eric Church” you yelled jumping up as you got them “yes! Got em!” You yelled excitedly you and Leah both laughed as you settled behind Leah’s back arms around her neck in a hug, with Leah bringing her hands up to your arms as you recorded the outro.

“I think we have a clear winner-“

“It was a tie missy” you said slightly whacking her head. “Anyways tune into our sold out game this weekend against Manchester United at Arsenal.com and Sky News sports. Check out our socials for further details” you smiled.

“See you next time” Leah giggled with her thumbs up, slightly cringing at it.

“Thanks ladies was brilliant” said one of the girls behind the camera, letting you now go back to where the rest of the girls were.

——————

Media days isn’t just snapping a few cute pics and playing a fun game. It was a little bit more effort and just loads of hours and hours of sitting and waiting to be called up to take pictures or film something for social media.

“What does selling out the emirates mean to me? Um it just feels surreal. As a child I remember coming to the emirates to watch Chelsea and Arsenal play, as a child when your in places like that with just tens of thousands of people it doesn’t feel real and it’s just so overwhelming. All of those people there to watch one game of silly football I would think” you laughed “but just wow 60,000 what a number I guess and it will never hit me that me and the girls have achieved this, if you told me this was happening 12 months ago I would have probably laughed. Especially telling little me sitting there at a sold out emirates in 2005, that I would be on that pitch with the same scenario just blows my mind” you smiled as you put down the phone you were asked to share your thoughts on the sold out game on.

“Sorry that was a bit of a ramble there” you said shyly, handing the phone back to the media manager.

“Absolutely not. That was so good thanks for doing that” she smiled at you before you went back to where you could see Lia, Leah and Kim all sitting down on the fake grass inside.

“Hello kimmy” you said resting your chin on her shoulder, before your eyes fell on a fast asleep Leah laying on Lia’s leg, phone in hand but dead asleep”

“Oh hello” Kim laughed hugging you back “this one was a bit tired” she pointed to your girlfriend

“Yeah she didn’t get the best sleep” you sighed going to sit next to Leah passed out on the floor.

Lia and Kim both scrunching up their faces in disgust at your response. “ no no not like that freaks. She was up playing piano again” you defended, groaning at the last part.

“Poor you. When you were away and she asked me to come over while she practised, she was up for hours” Lia laughed.

“Every night when I’ll tell her I’m going to bed, usually that implies she will too and she hops up and follows me. But lately she just says ‘night!’ and stays up playing for hours” you said, Kim smiling in amusement at the sleepy girl, before a strong Irish voice was heard.

“Here’s the sleepy girl!” Katie shoved the camera at Leah’s sleepy state passed out next to you. “And the wag!” she said now putting the camera in your face, you following your eyes at her continuous joke.

You were injured for one of your England games and were in the stands without being on the pitch with the English girls, an article released from the game called you ‘Leah’s Wag’, Katie found it hilarious and now called you ‘wag’ a lot.

“Is that Leah’s camera” you smiled up at the brunette, camera still in your face.

“You know it chick” Katie said “give me an update on what’s happening!” She said motioning for you to talk to her ‘vlog’

“Umm im ready to be told i can go home” you said sweetly, genuinely waiting to get told by the staff all was good and we could leave.

“Same here” Katie grinned wide panning the camera to her face. “Ooh!” Katie said skipping off with the camera after she found Jen making a TikTok with Beth.

Now you and Leah were left together laying on the ground, her still asleep, you thought, as her arms reached out in a stretch. “Hi baby” you said sweetly kissing her check, then her nose, then her lips.

“How long did I sleep for” she asked looking around slightly.

“No idea. Not too long I don’t think”

“Sorry about that” she said snuggling into your legs

“Don’t apologise. We should be able to leave soon. Actually I’m just gonna ask. I can’t wait any longer seriously” you said before getting up to find one of the media girls Ryhanna who was sitting down editing something on a computer. She said it was supposed to finish at 2, but we should be find to leave now.

“I’ll check hang on” she said getting up to ask someone

“Thank you” you said gratefully before walking over to the small drinking tap, filling up your water bottle which was next to it so you could give some to Leah.

“Yep you and Leah are all good to go!” She yelled from a bit away “see you guys tomorrow”

“Thank you so much. See you then!” You said, now happily skipping back. “We can go now!” You hummed, reaching your hands out to Leah so you can pull her up.

She smiled contently and happily letting you pull her up from the ground. You hugged some of the girls goodbye, who were now curious and jealous as to when they could leave.

“After you” Leah said holding the door open which led to the parking lot out the front. You gave her a sweet look and reached for her hand as you walked to the car together.

“Let’s get some sleep” she said leaning on your shoulder as you walked.

“It’s barely five” you laughed at your tired girlfriend. “It’s all that piano practise you stay up to do”

“Yeah yeah” she said walking to the drivers seat

“No missy your gonna fall asleep on the road let me drive. You took her hand in yours, pulling her away from the handle and also grabbing the keys from her hand.

“Off you go my passenger princess” you tapped her butt to shoo her away to the passenger seat

“No you’re my passenger princess” she said with warm cheeks when you both buckled your seat belts. Your reached for her hand once you made it onto the main road, interlocking fingers as you gently kissed hers.

“Smile your on camera” she exclaimed as you slowly turned your head to her and the camera, your girlfriend filming the entire sweet moment, lightly pulling your tongue out at it before facing back at the road in front of you, pecking all of her fingers again as she giggled like a small girl next to you.

[unlosts]

Late Spring

Summary: In an Italian restaurant somewhere in Nebraska you and the BAU decompress after non stop cases. And like a magic trick SSA Aaron Hotchner goes back to being Aaron

Word count: 1.8k

After a serial arsonist in North Hempstead, New York; a serial killer in Chandler, Arizona and an amber alert taking you to Lincoln, Nebraska back to back the entire team was running on fumes. Actually fumes were what you were running after the second week, right now it was just coffee and the thought of eventually getting to sleep in your own beds.

It’s not easy being in close quarters with the same group of people for so long, especially when you’ve had to share bedrooms for most of it. First a week with JJ, then three days with Emily and even one night with Spence after both Derek and Rossi refused to bunk with him citing intense sleep talking - which was, in fact, confirmed by you.

Eventually all the rooms started to blur together in your head, from the ugly pink explosion that was the bed and breakfast (which by the way had none), to the motel 6 in Nebraska that seemed straight out of a horror story, complete with an extremely creepy caretaker. Or future unsub Mike as Emily dubbed him.

Tonight was the last night before you could get home and you guys were celebrating big time, which at your current combined energy level meant an actual sit down meal where you didn’t have to look at a dismembered torso while trying to keep down some soggy fries and an under cooked burger.

You all ate in relative silence, brains too fried to talk about anything anymore, the rundown “italian” restaurant - yes Italian in air quotes just like Rossi insisted on doing every time he mentioned the place. The buzzing of the fluorescent light and the scraping of cutlery against plates being the only backdrop to your collective exhaustion.

The only good thing to come out of it was the fact that, finally, after close to three weeks Hotch could ditch the BAU Unit Chief SSA Hotchner and for once just be Aaron. And oh how you missed Aaron.

Despite having spent the better part of each day right next to him it felt like the chasm between you was larger than ever. It was what you had both agreed to; at work pretend like he’s just your unit chief and you’re just the media liaison. No room sharing, no public displays of affection.

Sometimes the affection bleed through the contours of professionalism he insisted on keeping well defined. Something as simple as him pressing his big palm in the middle of your back right between your shoulder blades as you spoke to him; heads a smidge closer together than strictly necessary.

Right now, though, he was just Aaron. Your Aaron. Sitting right next to you, chairs pushed together. Shirt sleeves rolled over his forearms, tie discarded in the hotel room along with his jacket and the last vestiges of whatever sense of professionalism he was still clinging to. His arm around the back of your chair as you leaned into it, head tilted back looking at him as he drank a beer.

He looks back at you and gives you a brief smile, the fondness in his eyes lingering, leg nudging yours underneath the table.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” He says. “Me? Are you kidding?” You yawned “Send us off to the next case I’m ready” Although it wasn’t the cold the sleepiness was making the air conditioned room feel ten times colder so you shivered and took the liberty to lean even closer to him. His hand went to rub your arm trying to warm you back up.

“Do not” Derek chimed in “even joke about that, pretty boy said the same thing after Lincoln and look at us now”

“Yeah, look at us now, in Lincoln” Said Emily with a straight face before drowning the remainder of her beer and snatching JJs before she could realize what had happened.

“I’m too tired for this, you know what I meant.”

“mhhh, sooryy” You replied, not looking very sorry as you closed your eyes and rested your head on the crook of Aarons neck. Breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne and him, more present than ever after day three in the Nebraska summer. His hand is still trailing a path up and down your side, wrinkling your already very wrinkled green shirt and lulling you to sleep.

You felt Aarons lips nudge your temple talking to your in low gentle tones, his breath tickling the baby hairs in your forehead “Do no fall asleep on me or I’ll have to carry you back to the hotel”

“And you’re afraid that if people saw I would lose all of my hard earned Lincoln Nebraska street cred?”

He huffed a laugh before planting a whisper of a kiss on your temple “No, I’m afraid I’m going to throw my back and then you’ll be stuck taking care of me for two weeks”

“If it gets you to rest for two entire weeks I might just consider it”

“Jack would probably help”

“It’s good that you know us so well, and besides I saw you yesterday you still got it” You smiled against his neck remembering the brief but very interesting fight against the unsub before he could be apprehended. “Remind me to ask Penny if she has a copy of the surveillance tape, I’m planning on making the showing it at your birthday dinner next year”

“Look forward to it”

Suddenly you felt a small object hit your chest, looking down to see a crumpled napkin on your lap.

“Can you please get a room? This is the first decent meal I’ve had in weeks and I would hate to throw it back up” Said Emily with a mocking smile, her pearly white teeth contrasting with her faded, barely there plum lipstick.

“I’ve been trying to find a room for days now but none of you know how to cooperate” You reply with a huff.

“Saying please repeatedly until I tell you to shut up is not a good persuasion strategy” Said JJ frowning after getting her beer back from Emily and realizing it was almost empty.

“I don’t see why not, it’s never failed before” You said with a smug smile.

“Besides if we suffer, you suffer” Derek interjects.

“Aww just like a real family”

After a couple of minutes Spencer piped up next to Derek “I would have traded rooms with you”

“Don’t encourage her” Said JJ in her patented and perfected disgruntled mom voice

“I’m going to keep this in mind next time you ask us to babysit Henry so you can have alone time, Jareau”

“Okay, okay” Emily interrupted “Let’s all change subjects, the last thing I want is to talk more about Hotch’s sex life; no offense but in order for this to work I have to think of you like a Ken Doll”

You let out a startled laugh, properly awake now “oh I can assure you my friend-”

“Okay, that’s enough” Said Hotch trying to invoke his authoritative former prosecutor, current FBI unit chief voice. Which was, of course, completely useless when he was blushing so hard.

You just laughed once more, leaning over to briefly kiss his cheek in apology as your friends heckled you both.

What was meant to be a quick dinner before hitting the hay, although in this case the hay was actually a very thin and lumpy hotel mattress, turned into a couple more beers. And yes there were times this week when going to sleep and waking up to Emily's snoring face made you want to quit and move to the seaside but there was truly no other group of people that could make an “Italian” dinner this fun.

Afterwards you all headed you, the brief rise in energy quickly waning at the prospect of more than five hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Aaron held you back towards the rear of the group, his arm around you possibly the only thing keeping you upright. The dusk settling over the skyline painted the city pink and gold, you looked back at him standing next to each other on the sidewalk. His eyes a syrupy sweet caramel brown in the golden hour.

“Apparently there’s an ice cream place a couple of blocks from here, it’s supposed to be very good actually” He said looking down for a minute. It took you back to your first date, him asking to take you to a jazz bar which was more so Dave's plan than his, only to end up at a taco truck talking until three am. It amazed you then just as it did now how he could go from stern FBI agent, commanding a room without raising his voice to, well, Aaron.

You smiled up at him, the others long gone leaving you two enveloped in the last rays of sunlight.

“I’d love to, you might actually have to carry me back though, I don’t think this second wind is gonna carry me more than an hour”

“That’s alright, I heard that if I throw my back I get a couple of weeks”

“Whoever told you that was so smart”

“And beautiful”

“Can’t forget that part”

“Well I might not be able to swing two whole weeks but I did arrange to have three days off for everyone” Aaron said, hands in his pocket walking by leisurely next to you as passersby carved a path around you both, a hurried businessman bumping into your back made Hotch pull you closer still, once more enveloping your back.

“Are you serious?” At his assenting nod you couldn't help but smile “and you kept that all to yourself?”

“Mhm”

“Anything else up your sleeve Hotchner?”

“Aaron”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve heard the name Hotch so often these last couple of weeks I almost forgot what my actual name sounded like” He said with a small smile, but you also knew by the way he melted when you said it that he was particularly fond of how it sounded coming out of your mouth.

“Okay, anything else up your sleeve, Aaron?” You asked fondly, unable to resist any longer and stealing a quick kiss before resuming your walk.

“No, nothing else”

“Okay”

“Oh I did convince Dave to share a room with Derek tonight which would indicate that I’m on my own tonight”

“No way, did I miss an anniversary or something?” You asked looking up at him

“No, I just missed you lately”

“Me too but no one else would budge on the room thing, how did you do it?”

“It only cost me forty bucks and promising to take over both Morgans and Rossi's reports for the last case”

“Ah bribery, should have done that sooner”

“You can’t blame yourself honey, I was a prosecutor after all”

You laughed once more, giddiness dispersing your exhaustion, making you feel like you could stay up until next morning, without trouble.

Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, the ice cream shop just right around the corner, you drew him towards you, leaning up to kiss him slowly and unhurried. Savoring the feeling of coming home after three weeks and not being able to wait a moment more.

[redheadmuncher]

Her Last Fight

wc. 931

CW: mature themes, smut, cullingus

desc: after winning a big fight, she comes home to you to a

You knew you weren’t the one she sought out on those drunken nights. But you stayed, you didn’t know if it was because of love, pity or desparity. She hadn’t touched you in weeks, but you were hopeful, she had just won a championship from the league she was in. Determined, you tried to whip up her favorite childhood meals, be someone she’d look forward to coming home to. 

“Y/N, I missed you at the game” She sighed coming into the kitchen 

“Is that..” She had a faint smile, one you had been dreaming for for ages 

“This is nearly the same as Vanders” She said, staring at the pot. 

“Set the table, it’s nearly ready” You said, pride flooding your heart. 

The two of you ate dinner together, silent be it but tranquil. Vi had a bit of bruises on her arm, belly and face from todays fight. You left the table for a first aid kit, turning on the music as you made your way to the bathroom. It was a nice setting. 

“Let me, please Vi” You said, she never lets you touch her wounds, but she endorsed you, seemed as though your cooking gave you leeway. 

You were always there for her, in the past and in the present, she felt undeserving of your love and affection.  

“Babe.. i’m sorry” She said, you were slightly perched over her, gauze in hand cleaning her cut on her eyebrow. Her hands wrapping around her waist. “Y/N…” She muttered leaning in and kissing you. Her lips tasted metallic, blood staining your lips as your tongues intertwined and danced. She groaned, tugging at your jeans a bit as she felt you up. Her lips, cascading a stream of kisses and bites along your neck and collarbone, slowly growing more feverish. Quickly the make out session, turned into so much more. You both giggled heading to the bedroom. One by one, the floor was dressed with your and her clothes. 

You sat up as she pushed you onto the bed., the darkness of the room made it hard to see each other. But she knew your body as did you. She was already on top of you, straddling you as she kissed you, lying you down, her lips didn’t leave a trace of you untouched. 

“ M’ so pretty” She huffed, kissing your nipples, suckling and biting them, listening to your moans as they guided her. Gods, she was good. Your mind fuzzy as she worshipped your body. Finally, you felt relief, her focus was on you and you solely. It was a selfish thought, yes, but it’d been killing you recently how much Vi dwelt on the past, her past ex, Caitlyn. Her blue eyes shone as she kissed all the way down to your ankle, descending to your cunt. 

Your mind blanked, your thoughts interrupted by her tongue playfully lapping your cunt. Your thighs threatening to close as they squeezed Vi’s head firmly. Vi was going to town on you. Your toes curled as you shifted your legs, unable to separate from Vi. 

“ You taste so good, i’m never leaving” She smirked before sliding in two fingers, she moved her hand virgoursly, she got up, kissing your lips as yours were open, singing for her. Her tongue dancing with yours, you could taste yourself on her tongue. She was making you see stars right now. Your body suddenly trembled with a high only Vi could help you reach. 

“Mph’ let me Vi, I want to taste you” You had said with determination. Typically, Vi would avoid it but tonight she accepted your advances. 

“Show me what you got” She said with a lazy smirk, you kissed her neck leaving bites, sucking on it with passion before you went down on her. You knew you were doing a good job, as she gripped your hair tightly. She didn’t know her strength, gasps and groans left her mouth as you continued. You nibbled on her clit slightly, 

“Don’t get cheeky pumpkin” She said, teeth clenched. A giggle left your mouth as you continued, using your fingers as you greedily ate her out. Vi always took longer to finish, but that made it all the more worthwhile. Words did not pass her lips, she truly was somewhere else. 

“C-cupcake…” She sighed, as you were giving her the best head she’d had for a while.  

Cupcake.. that’s a name you’ve heard before, but she never addressed you as such. You paused momentarily, just who was it. You knew she had a habit of calling people dear to her sweet names. You quickly went back in, kissing and lapping her up like before to avoid her suspicion. She unfolded quickly, you licked away her liquids as the two of you went back to kissing. 

With you exhausted in her arms, sleeping without a care in the world. She sat up, her body littered with hickeys and scratches on her neck and upper back. She grabbed her jeans, that had a bit of blood on them from tonight. Pulling out a photo of her and Caitlyn, gods she missed those days. Shame filled her heart, she knew she couldn’t be with you while desperately wanting her ex in her arms, oh how it’d be to have Caitlyn in her arms. 

She kissed your cheek, “Love you”  

She said softly, dressed and a hood covering her face. It was a hell of a way to say goodbye. 

[dropsofpluto-writes]

If Only In Dreams (Hotch x Reader oneshot)

Summary: You've been Jack Hotchner's babysitter for quite some time now, but his dad is what keeps you coming back, even if it's only in your dreams. Until now, that is. 18+, minors dni

Warnings: smut, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), voice kink, plot if you squint

Grad school was kicking your ass. Fully and completely. Classes and coursework was stressing you to the max, but you remained strong. Still, money was important, so you found yourself in the kitchen of SSA Aaron Hotchner’s home, making a simple meal for Jack to eat before he went to bed. It didn’t hurt that you loved Jack, or that your boss was amazing.

You supposed that you were a woman of simple pleasures. Sure, Mr. Hotchner was generous and kind, always overpaying you for the services you provided. But, by God he was one hell of a man. 

Neat, black hair that you were begging to feel, rugged features that even Michaelangelo couldn’t carve, and his voice. Surely he could recite the first 100 digits of pi and you would go weak in the knees. To your credit, it had also been far too long since you had cum.

But alas, you were just making boxed mac-n-cheese for his young son. Plus, there’s now way in hell he would ever hold you in the same light. You knew that he never spent his free time touching himself to the thought of your moans, your breath on his skin, the way you must taste, the way only your voice could scream his name. But, you imagined all that and more of him. Maybe that was okay. Maybe you shouldn’t violate the one good constant in your life.

“Jack, honey! Dinner will be ready in 5. Could you wash your hands and grab yourself a drink, please?” giggling to yourself, watching the young boy finally walk away from the biggest Lego tower that you’d ever seen him make.

“Yep!”

The two of you ate dinner at the kitchen table, mostly talking about Jack’s newest friend from school, but soon enough he was in bed, and you were cleaning up from the meal.

As you scrubbed the pot, silently cursing yourself for not putting it to soak before they sat down to eat, you found your thoughts were consumed by your employer. On more than one occasion, he had told you to call him Aaron, but you remained in your ways of calling him Mr. Hotchner. you had told him that you liked the formality of the moniker, but you were also terrified that if you were to call him Aaron, it would come out as a choked moan, as it had so many times in the confines of your own bedroom.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from your reverie. The lock screen displayed a message from the man occupying your mind.

Is there any possible way you could stay a bit longer tonight? Got held up with paperwork at the office. I would ask Jessica, but she can’t tonight -H.

While you had never spent the night at the Hotchner residence before, you had nothing else of importance that evening, so you agreed without an ounce of hesitation.

Sure thing! Sorry you got held up, but I’m always happy to help. <3

Thanks a million, y/n. -H

You began to make yourself comfortable on the couch and continue with your homework, knowing you would likely fall asleep within the hour. Still, getting some of the work done was better than getting none of it done. 

“Goddamn it!” Halfway through the last assignment, your computer decided to die, and of course, you forgot that damn charger at home. After all, you hadn’t planned on staying the night. You instead occupied yourself with mindless scrolling on social media, eventually drifting to sleep. 

If your thoughts of Aaron during the day were criminal, your dreams at night would surely guarantee eternal damnation.

“Oh sweet Jesus, Aaron, just like that!” you dreamt of the man with his head buried in between your thighs, a rather common theme in your fantasies. The vision of the man you worked for was truly a sight to behold. Tendrils of his raven hair falling over his forehead, pupils blown in ecstasy as he devoured your pussy. He licked through your folds like a starved man. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, allowing the man full access. His tongue gently circled your clit, engorged with pleasure. As he wrapped his lips around the bud, the all-too-familiar coil in your stomach began to make itself known, signaling your impending orgasm.

“Holy shit, p-please! You’re so fucking good, Aaron. M-make me feel so, so good.” Dream Aaron kept the pace, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside your and sucking your aching clit into his mouth, sending you rocketing toward the edge.

“Yeah, you like that baby? Want me to make you feel good?” you groaned at the loss of his mouth on your pussy, but as quickly as it left, he was back at it, devouring your aching cunt like a starved man.

Your orgasm began to build, feeling yourself reaching the peak, when the dam finally gave way, filling you with white-hot pleasure as you moaned his name.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

Fuck. 

You slowly opened your eyes to the dimly lit living room, and was faced by the gracious image of your boss. There he stood, suit jacket in hand, tie loosened, the top buttons of his tailored shirt undone.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, hoping that the dull light of the lamp in the room wasn’t calling attention to the fiery blush creeping across your cheeks. Looking at the watch on your wrist, you noted the time. 2:45 AM.

“You were writhing around, and you called my name a few times.”

Were you imagining the knowing glint in his eye? His eyes had always been a point of interest for you, their inescapable depth equal parts comforting and chilling. No, surely he couldn’t know that you were dreaming of his face between your thighs just mere seconds ago.

“Huh. I’m not one to remember dreams too often.”

“Y/n, I am a profiler, and one of my duties is to know when a suspect is lying. Why don’t you tell me the truth?”. He walked toward the side of the couch where you were sitting, his presence both suffocating and bringing you to life.

There was a long pause before you replied, scrambling to think of anything that didn't make you look helpless and desperate.

“I think it was a -um- nightmare? Your tone was utterly unconvincing.

“It didn’t sound like a nightmare to me, Y/n,” the timbre of his voice sent waves of heat between your thighs. “It sounded like you were having a great time. Like we were having a great time.”

You had been caught. Like a deer in headlights, you froze entirely, not wanting to confirm or deny the truth laid before you. Somehow, a small part of your brain chose honesty.

“Yes. You’re right. I’m so sorry. If you need to find another babysitter for Jack I completely understand.” You sat up, hoping to look a little less helpless

“Now that would just make me a hypocrite, Y/n,” his voice was softer now, but just as lustful as you'd dreamt. “You were in my dreams, too. I dream about what lies beneath your clothes, what you’d look like in my bed.”

This couldn’t be real. Surely he was just embarrassing you to make a point. Still, you held out hope that he was being true to his word.

“Oh, God” was the only thing to escape your lips, just above a whisper.

“We can continue, or you can tell me to stop and we’ll never discuss it again. Either way, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please. God, yes Mr. Hotchner.”

“How many times have I told you to call me Aaron?” he questioned you, a devilish grin across his lips.

“Please, Aaron”

He was on you in an instant, lips crashing to yours. This was not gentle, nor did you want it to be. This was long-awaited passion. Your arms circled his neck, and his found your waist, picking you up as if you were weightless. He moved his head away from you barely, trying to read your face. All he saw was a hunger for himself, deep in your eyes.

He began to carry you in the direction of his bedroom, the one place in his home you’d never been in. As you entered the hallway, you made sure to be as quiet as you could, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy just a few rooms away.

Aaron tossed you onto his bed, a place you never thought you would actually see. You took him in, his looks, his sound, his smell- clean but still uniquely Hotch. He toyed with the hem of your shirt and brought it up to your navel, gazing deep into your eyes again to gauge your response. You removed the thin garment, exposing your bare breasts, flinging it somewhere near his nightstand. The cool air of his bedroom quickly spread gooseflesh across your skin, nipples puckering in response. 

He removed his own shirt and you pulled him closer to you with a foot behind his knee. You sat up to get a better view of his rolling muscles, a bit padded by age, not that you minded. As you admired his body, you couldn’t help but skate your hands across his skin, up his arms, over his shoulders, down his pecs, toward his abdomen. He had quite a few scars here, and you decided not to ask about their origin.

He leaned in toward you, kissing you again fervently. You responded in kind, aching to be one with him. You sighed into his mouth as your hand found his length, shocked by the size.

“Not just yet, my love. Tell me more about your dreams of me”

You were near naked in front of the man, but you somehow felt a pang of shame again.

He hooked a hand under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You eat my pussy,” you said, craving the real thing over the imagined scenario.

A low groan erupted from his mouth as he knelt down at the edge of the bed, gently pushing you onto your back. He parted your knees, kissing gently up your thighs, teasing you.

His hands snaked into the waistband of your shorts, removing them and your underwear at once. You were completely bare to him, and you decided that this was easily the best moment of your college experience thus far. 

He looked up at you from between your legs, and asked you once more, “Is this really what you want?”

“Yes, please. I need your mouth on me”

That was all the affirmation he needed. Quickly, he dipped his tongue between your labia, relishing in your taste. He hummed in approval as you moaned softly.

“So wet just for me?” He chuckled gently.

“Just for you, only for you, Mr. Hotchner”

He landed a soft smack to the outside of your thigh, just enough to sting.

“Call. Me. Aaron.”, he said, punctuating each word with a strong lick across your clit.

“Only for you, Aaron”

He made quick work of you, eventually inserting one finger, then two, feeling your walls pulse as you were brought closer and closer to the edge. His free hand reached up to your breast, cupping and kneading the flesh, then pinching your nipple. Your hands flew into his hair, eliciting a deep moan from the man ravishing you. Gently pulling, you let out a breathy gasp. 

“Oh, Aaron, I think I’m g-gonna cum”

Aaron sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swiping a circular motion on its surface. You felt yourself hurtling toward oblivion, mind encapsulated by your boss. His fingers curled within you, keeping pace as you rode out your orgasm. 

Once you came down, you stared into his eyes, marveling at the man who was now leaning over your body. His cock was visibly straining against the tight cotton of his slacks, and you gawked at his size. 

“Need you inside me, Aaron. Need all of you so so bad.”

That was all the confirmation that he needed to release his dick. He was quick, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down his strong muscular thighs. You made a mental note to tell him just how hot he was. 

You saw his enormous length, red and weeping at the tip. It must be painfully hard, but all you could think about was how to get him inside you. 

He quickly gathered the evidence of your release with a gentle swipe of his cock through your folds, then aligned himself with your aching cunt. With a gentle thrust and a gorgeous moan, he pushed himself inside you, taking his sweet time to bottom out. You were overcome by a sense of fullness. The small thatch of hair at the base of him rubbed softly at your clit, adding to your euphoria.

He started to fuck into you, ravenous look upon his face. God, this man knew some things. With every thrust into you, he hit the sweet spot inside you, brushing against it with a fervor. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, willing him to destroy you. You would sell your soul to stay in this moment forever, but memories would suffice.

“G-gonna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want me?” 

“Oh fuck, Aaron! I’m on the pill, I don’t care, just please make me cum”

Instead of replying, he opted to press his thumb into your clit, making quick work of your orgasm.

You were surrounded by a white hot pleasure, the best you’d felt in eons. You look over to the man at your side, also coming down from his own orgasm. 

“Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Aaron?” you say, gazing at him with adoration.

“Only you.” His reply was brief, but he had a gorgeous grin spread on his face. You laughed softly, just happy to be where you were with the man you were sure you loved.

[raffe156]

Room for one more

Pairing - Price x OC Tank (F!reader)

Summery - Testing the limits of a one man tent…

A/N- little Drabble based on those single tents @atomiccrownpoetry mentioned, I’m sorry it took so long! Though I’ve tagged it as Tank an I read it as Tank and some of you will do the same, I don’t mention her by name so can be read as Price x F!reader 😌

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism kind of , Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) unsafe sex, p in v

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

“You should get your head down kid, you look shattered” Price rubbed your back, he towered over you his hand lingered between your shoulder blades.

He was right it had been a long day of recon and you weren’t about to get into another argument with Soap over who ate the last digestive biscuit.

It was you but you weren’t about to admit that. Tonight was the last night of a 3 day stay in the desert and you were ready to go home.

“Yeh you’re right” You stood up stretching your back.

“Listen, one more night of this and I promise you fresh sheets and a real pillow.” Price squeezed the back of your neck a smile on his face. Everyone cheered at the idea of getting their heads down in a proper bed, but you knew he didn’t mean the beds back at the base. The thought caused a stir in your stomach and it was enough to get you through the next few hours.

You said your good nights and walked back to your single tent with Farah in tow.

You chit chatted as you both stripped down to your under layers outside your tents. Even though the temperature dropped at night, inside the tent was insulated and the last few nights had been so warm you had slept with just the mesh panel.

“Was it you that ate the last of those biscuits Soap loves so much?” Farah laughed as she turned you around to braid your hair just like she had done the last few nights. You gave her a knowing smirk as you handed her the comb. She laughed shaking her head.

“Sooo you and Alex eh?”

Farah didn’t need to see your face she could hear the grin as clear as your words.

“Asimat!” She tugged the braid playfully. You held your head laughing.

“OK OK ‘ana asf!” You pleaded.

“Never mind that, what about you and the Captain eh? Ya ‘iilahi, I see the way he looks at you, like a starving man looks at a meal…”

“Farah! Asimat!” You could feel your face flushing.

She tied a bobble around the braid a cocky look on her face. You both eyed each other, before bursting out laughing the sound echoed across the campsite and off into the distance.

For a few minutes the two of you weren’t soldiers in the night, but just two girls braiding each others hair and laughing about boys at a sleepover.

***********

You lay in your tent listening to the sounds of the desert, the distance chirps and hoots.

Just as your mind was finally drifting off you felt the air shift, turning your head slowly you watched the zip of the tent door curl down to reveal the pitch black night, the warm breeze blowing in as a dark silhouette moved closer inside. You knew instantly who it was the air bringing in the smell of dampened fire and cigar smoke.

You blinked a few times trying to make out where the nighttime visitors face was.

“You awake kid?”

“Yeh…I’am now”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Don’t think you’ll fit”

“I will…move over”

“Move over where? It’s a 1 man tent”

“Good thing I’m just 1 man then eh?”

“….”

“Just move over” a growl more than a whisper now.

“Someone’s gonna see you, I thought you said we have to wait till we get back home? You fully lectured me about it?”

“I know what I said…just move over”

You did as you were told, moving on to your side allowing your Captain to slide in next to you. It was a tight fit as he zipped the panel shut behind him, you could feel the air trapped inside get heavy.

“Come ere” Price pulled you into him, you threw your leg over his waist.

“Oh I’ve missed this…can’t wait to get back to mine, don’t plan on letting you leave the bed let alone the bedroom” He let out a little chuckle as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know it’s not the same….but I’ve wanted to be close with you like this since we arrived Kid, it’s been driving me insane…”

“I’m more than happy with this, I’ve missed you too Boss”

You stretched your body out over his, your hands finding their place to settle.

He was in his joggers and a T-shirt, he must of walked the distance from his tent to yours in his socks you could feel the tiny grains of sand against your legs. You tried to pull them off his feet with your own.

“What are you doing? You’re not taking another pair of my socks!”

“No you’ve got sand on them, take them off”

You felt a little rumble of a laugh come from his chest.

“If you want me to take my kit off all you have to do is ask love”

“Shut up! You’ve got sand all in my sleeping bag take them off now!”

“Oh using your big girl voice are we? Hmm I like it” He pulled you on top of him your body sliding over him with ease, legs either side. You tried to sit up but your back was pressed back down by the roof of the tent.

“John what the…”

He cut you off his hands pulling you down into him, his mouth finding yours in the dark. His kiss was hungry and needy, it had been a few days since he’d been able to show any real affection towards you. You had made do with the odd pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a minute longer than needed, standing just that little bit closer during briefs, his legs looped with yours in the back of cramped vans and trucks.

You allowed him to devour you in the darkness.

Lifting your hips slightly Price pushed his joggers down just enough to pull his cock out and rest it on your underwear. You instinctively rolled your hips back into him feeling the sturdiness of his erection as it pushed against you.

You felt his hand pull roughly at your underwear, he wanted them off but knew there wasn’t the room or the time so pulled to the side would have to do. His fingers brushed against your folds as he pull the fabric away. Without needing to be told you eased the tip of him inside you savouring the feeling as you pushed through, you could hear the little grunts of frustration and swore there was a whimper or two as you sank yourself down taking him down to the base. It was a snug fit.

“Fuckin ell” he whispered as you slowing rocked your hips back and forth your chest pressed to his. A pathetic whine left your own body. You desperately wanted to sit up, wanted to feel his hands roam up your body, to cup your breasts, you wanted to see his face, see the same desperation in his eyes, to watch as his teeth clenched and gritted together as you rode him, but there was no room for fancy moves or position changes, this was it packed in tight, close quarters.

You tucked yourself in under his chin your head slightly tilted, Price held you close to him as you slowly picked up the pace, his other hand firmly on your backside rocking you back and forth grinding your clit on his pubic bone.

The thought of being heard or even caught made you want to be that little bit louder, just a few feet away your entire squad slept it made your system flood with adrenaline.

As if he had read your mind, Price gripped your backside tighter. You let out a moan.

“Need you to stay quiet love, can’t have you waking the whole camp up now can we…what would they say if they caught us like this eh? I promise you can be as loud as you want when we get back home…” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

You couldn’t take it, you pushed yourself up rolling your hips faster and faster. The roof of the tent rubbing against your back.

The air inside the tent was heavy and damp with condensation, but you didn’t care your bodies were buzzing, you could feel it right there building inside of you both. Each craving for this closeness, this connection for days.

Price placed his hand on the side of your neck. He was close, but you were closer and he knew it your body gave you away.

“That’s it….cum for me love…aww…good girl…that’s its…” he gripped your neck that bit tighter your moans came out ragged and broken from trying to stay quiet, but even though you were coming undone you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back and forth your body wanted more your insides pulsed and fluttered around him, begging to come again.

Price couldn’t hold out any longer and began desperately bucking his hips up into you, cursing between gritted teeth with each thrust. The sticky wet noises filling the tent, someone would definitely be able to hear, the rush of being caught surged through your body again making your hips match the speed of Price’s thrusts. This caused you both to fall apart very quickly. You buried your head in his neck to stifle your cries.

“Fuckkkkkk…” Prices groaned as he came inside you, his thrusts slowing as he became more sensitive.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath, your bodies pulsing as your heartbeats tried to regulate. Once the blood had stopped rushing in your ears you tried to listen for any movement outside the tent, hushed voices or footsteps, but all you could hear were the distant hoots and howls of the night.

“Think we’re good…” Price kissed your temple as he slowly unzipped one of the panels to let some air in.

*************

You woke up at 6:00 alone having no idea when Price had left you, but you felt his socks at the bottom of sleeping bag pulling them on you sorted yourself out and grabbed your toiletries bag, the makeshift showers weren’t too bad and you definitely needed one.

As you unzipped your tent you were met with the familiar sleepy faces of your squad. Soap half hanging out of his tent with a brew talking to Gaz, his Mohawk fluffy and sticking out in all directions. The pair of them clocked you and grinned. Your heart sunk. They had heard you last night, but before you could speak or plead your case Ghost and Price walked over to the huddle of tents.

“Morning kid…want a swig of this?” He handed you his cup of coffee you took it looking him dead in the eye.

“Can we have a word…in private?” You whispered. His face changed a serious look on his face. He nodded guiding you away from the others.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I think Gaz and Soap heard us last night they were talking this morning and gave me this look…I don’t know but they know something” you held the cup of coffee tight.

Price smiled resting his hand on your shoulder he leant forward so he was eye level with you. You wanted to slap the beard right of his face.

“We weren’t the only ones at it last night kid, have you noticed anyone missing this morning?”

A wave of relief washed over you, thank god!

“So if it’s not us they heard who was it?….” It only took a spilt second to realise who was missing.

“oh my god….Farah and Alex!” You spilt half the coffee onto Prices boots as you whipped round to look back at the camp.

“Correct…and Soap said they were pretty loud so even if we had been heard everyone thinks it’s them” Price chuckled as he took back his coffee.

Just as you turned back to Price you heard cheering and whistles, Alex had crawled out of Farah’s tent, bed headed and shirtless a weak smile on his face. Soap slapped him on the back offering him a coffee, close behind Farah appeared looking more triumphant than anything as she light up a cigarette. She waved at you and the Captain.

“She’s ballsy that one” you smiled back at her as Price lifted his coffee mug up at her in salute.

***********

A few days later you get a text from Gaz

[gojocumdumpster]

Spending the day with them Ohma,raian,agito, kaolan

(Not ohma for the people who didn’t know) ⬇️

Spending the day with Ohma would be like:

Well, at first at first you thought he wasn’t going to spend time with you since he always busy training that’s until you heard. “Get up and put some clothes on”

He ends up taking you to an all you can eat buffet the whole table was full of plates I wonder why. You were still on your 1st plate while he was on his 100 3rd plate.

That’s until he went to the dessert bar and saw the ice cream machine. It was about 9inches long and was leaning to the side. (woah pause😭)

Atleast 20 people stared at you guys mostly ohma like y’all haven’t ate in years.

After that he takes you to his personal gym and you guys work out together.

He studies you a lot when you’re not looking but as soon as you look at him he continues with what he was doing.

He’ll even let you sit on his back while he does push-ups.

You guys left and went home to take a shower Ohma wanted to take a shower with you horny ass

he scrubs your back helps you wash your hair and in return you do the same with him

probably got soap in your eye cause of him

You guys putting on matching Pjs and watch Netflix and sleep….

Raian

Bakugo 2.0 however you spell his name

Spend the day with Raian would be like:

You literally had to beg him to stop training and spend the day with you selfish ass he had a attitude about it but gave in cause he loves you. I think..

He wanted to ask if you wanted to workout with him but he could tell what the answer was gonna be no just by the deadly side eye you gave him 👀

He ends up taking you to a park you guys rode those boats you have to peddle he said “leave it to me”.

Next thing you know you almost got whiplashed from how fast we was peddling

On the trail walk/ride he kept complaining about the bugs

He was at least 2 miles ahead of you trying to run from the mosquitoes

He kept scaring children with that gremlin face

At the end you guys went home showered and he was knocked out.

Agito hot dilf

Spending the day with Agito would be like:

Now this giant teddy bear may look like he acts like Raian but he’s really not well not with his s/o

You guys end up going to the movies together to watch a horror film

He wore decent clothing and you guys headed out you guys went to watch The new Scream movie which you’re scared of. No worries the dilf is here!

You guys got your drinks and popcorn and went to find your seat it was a tight squeeze for Agito cause he’s to thick.

Thank god y’all sat up high cause he would’ve blocked a lot of people. Last time there someone had a problem and I'm sure the Scream movie came to life..

He didn’t think to much of the movie as he thought of it as a joke.

He had a straight face the whole time and was side eyeing you like “What the hell are you doing”

You griped on his biceps as jumpscares were coming.

He was ready to go the moment he saw someone’s popcorn flying. It took so much for him to not grab you and leave.

You asked him if the movie was good and he was looking at you like:

You guys went home showered and cuddled.

Kaolan

Spending the day with Kaolan would be like:

He’s probably the best out them maybe

He texted you ahead of time to get ready

Kaolan🫶🏾: Hey honey, get ready at 7:30pm I want to take you somewhere.

Y/n: Okay!!!!

You were done and ready and looked fabulous he had just texted you that he was outside.

You speed walked out the door and saw a Limo with him holding the door. I wish that was me😤

He took you to a fancy restaurant 5 stars he wanted to take your here because it served some of his home country food.

You guys walked in and you expected to be out there but he has made reservations for a private dinner.

You guys already ordered food and it had just came out after a few minutes. He ordered his favorite meal and you ordered Pad Thai noodles. The bill was at least $432

You guys enjoy your night out and head home to bathe each other and watch TV shows…

[romanestuffsposts]

Oksy so it's a very random start rn but last week I was with a friend and she gave me a speacial cookie but didnt told me what in it was so i ate it and started to feel fuzzy and later I was vomiting and had a head ache and stuff and than she told me that it was a space cookie with weed in it. I was so scared when I start to notice that I dont feel good but she just made fun of me. Now i cut the contact and need comfort (when I noticed that I was not feeling good I was walking home and when I was home I was still so scared and crying that I cried in my dads arms crying myself to sleep)

Daddy stucky x little reader where she was in the same Situation and they found her crying, scared and throwing up with much comfort ❤️❤️

Hi there love! 💜

First of all I’m so so sorry that it happened to you. You are the only one who can make the decision for yourself, if you want to take a space cookie then it has to come from you and no one else ! It’s just respect. It made me so mad when I read what you send me, not mad at you but mad at your friend (who is really not a good friend btw). I can totally understand how you felt afterward and how betrayed you must have felt.

I once took a space cookie at a party at my cousin’s house and I saw everyone laughing and running everywhere while I was on my chair, completely lost. I moved my eyes from left to right and I had the feeling that the world was spinning. It wasn’t really fun because I didn’t enjoy my night because of that (two hours after I ate it I was in bed imao). But it was my choice, I was with people I trust and I wanted to take it. That’s the difference. I felt sick too (probably because it’s was the fist time I ate weed- I already smoke it but not eating it) but it was my decision.

Those kind of experience can’t come from anyone else but you. That’s just how it is and nothing else is acceptable.

I hope you recover from that horrible experience sweetie, you’re so strong and I’m so happy for you that you had your dad to comfort you. Be careful my love <3

I hope you like how I wrote this fic, lots of love babe ❤️

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warnings : mention of drugs, taking drugs against your will, feeling dizzy and sick, comfort, reassurance, trust issues, pet names, paci

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you didn’t chose your friends correctly

****

You always had a hard time making friends. Not because you’re a bad person or because you’re mean to everyone that look at you but because you’re discreet, you’re shy and you’re scared to go to people.

But once you make a friend, you’re ready to do everything for that person. You’re that kind of friend, the one who gave the half of your meal if your friend doesn’t have anything to eat. Your the kind of friend that will sleep on the floor so the other sleep in your bed. You’re the kind of friend that pardon everyone because for you, everyone can have a second chance. Mistakes happen

Mistakes..

You wouldn’t call it a mistake this time tho.

You were enjoying a sleepover at your friend’s house, everything went good, you were having fun and you even made new friends that were also invited. One of them came with a plate of cookies and you can’t lie and say you hadn’t thought of them all evening.

Apparently they knew each others for years and at first that scared you but once you met them your nerves actually relax a bit. They’re used to do things together and lived plenty life experience together while you did it alone but that’s fine, you’re here now, you’re with them so everything is good.

Around 11pm, the one that came with the cookies open the box and give one to everyone. Everyone seemed excited and you didn’t question it because you were too, not for the same reasons tho.

You ate that cookie so fast that your stomach isn’t really happen. You went to grab another one when your friend stop you ‘’wait just a few minutes before taking another, trust me’’ she winks

Trust me

You shrug it off and went back to playing, you were enjoying the night when all of a sudden, everyone start to be a little bit weird, too weird to your liking.

The more you try to understand why one of the guy is laughing hard just because he has a fly on his drink, or why your friend has a hard time opening her red eyes that you start to feel weird too.

You stand up thinking you needed water but soon realised that mistake. Once your butt leave the seat, it feels like the world start spinning around you. You look around you, scared and lost, everyone were enjoying their time while you just wanted to crawl in bed and recover.

You tried to go to your friend but when she wasn’t ghosting you she was just telling you that it was fine that you didn’t needed to worry about anything and just enjoying the feeling.

You didn’t felt listen or understood at all and that alone make you feel even more sick. With all the strength you can get, you pick up your bag and leave the house.

You live a few blocks away from your friend- ex friend, so you decide to walk home, not really knowing what to do else. You don’t know if your Daddies are home or if they took advantage of the fact that you were away to do something together.

While walking home you start crying, you felt betrayed, you may not be the most thoughtful girl but you’re definitely not stupid, you know there was something in the cookie, you just didn’t realised it on time.

You’re relieved to see your door’s house and has a warm feeling in your chest once you close it behind you. As the click of the door closing is heard, your back fall onto it and you slide down the door, until your touching the ground.

You soon hear footsteps coming toward where you are ‘’baby ?’’ Your Papa walk toward you and kneels down ‘’what are you doing here ?’’

‘’is everything okay, baby girl ?’’ Your Daddy asks as well. You shake your head, tears sliding down your face.

Your Papa rests his hand against your cheek ‘’take deep breath, love. You’re at home, with us, nothing can harm you here’’

You take shaky breathes and squeeze your hands ‘’baby tell us what’s wrong’’

‘’I- I didn wanted to. I just wanted cookie, I promise I didn k-know’’ you cry harder.

‘’Hey hey shhh, it’s okay little one, keep taking deep breathes we won’t get mad at you’’ your Daddy reassures you.

‘’I feel bad’’ you cry and wipe your eye with the back of your hand

‘’How do you feel bad ?’’ Your Papa asks, taking your hand away from your eye. He hates when you do that because you’re always too harsh with yourself and he doesn’t want you to get hurt ‘’explain to us’’

You sob ‘’I don know i-‘’ you breath out ‘’everything is spinning and- and i tired’’ you whine.

Your Daddies look at each other, it doesn’t take them a long time to connect about what had happened. You talked about cookies and then feeling bad and finally everything is spinning. They immediately understood.

Your Daddy stand up and lifts you up in his arms, you immediately roll yourself around him. He waits until your Papa finishes removing your shoes and sockets before going to the couch. He sits down and rests you on his laps ‘’it’s okay my love, you went through something you shouldn’t have to without your consent but you’ll be fine’’

‘’nothing will happen to you, you’ll feel bad for a few more hours but that’s all’’ he kisses your forehead ‘’papa will be back soon with a glass of water, it’ll make you feel better’’

‘’Close your eyes babydoll, the world will not spinning as much as it does when your eyes are open’’ he quietly says, his fingers sliding down your hair to calm you down

‘’Here princess’’ your Papa sits on the couch and help you drinking the water. The fresh liquid that slide down your throat help at making you feel more relax and calm, just like your Daddy said it would.

He takes your feet on his laps and gently rubs them while speaking softly to you. Your eyes are still close but your other senses are multiplying, the touches of your Daddies help at calming your nerve and the reassurance behind the truth your Daddy said earlier about you closing your eyes and the water thing is really good at relaxing you.

‘’How about you sleep with us tonight ?’’

They know you’re not in a big danger but it reassure them too if you were with them for the night.

You nod your head and before you can put your finger in your mouth, your Daddy slides your paci in it.

‘’We won’t let her hang out with these people, right ?’’ Your Daddy asks as his eyes wonder around your sleepy face.

‘’As if she would want to hang out with them again’’ your Papa scoffs as his hands still rubs your cold feet

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 14

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: suguru begins his first training session with you. shoko in the meantime begins to piece things together while satoru settles on a troubling decision.

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14. Fight, No Flight

You woke up on the sofa the next day alone.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee and eggs filled your senses, pulling you awake. Your eyes then fluttered open, jolted awake from the sound of dishes being placed on the coffee table right next to you.

Slowly stretching yourself awake, you continued to try and wrap the last month or so around your head.

What exactly did you get yourself into…?

Suguru crouched down to meet with your line of sight, his dark eyes studying yours before pulling back and glancing at the contents that lay spread out on the table.

“Training begins today, but it can’t happen on an empty stomach,” he said, breaking the silence at long last.

You blinked as you stifled a yawn, “D-do I still have to go through with that?”

“Yes,” he firmly replied, silencing any shred of doubt that still lingered in your mind.

“But-“

“—you’re doing this,” he interrupted, “besides, this isn’t just about self defence, this isn’t even about me teaching you how to hurt people. It’s about me teaching you how to not let anyone touch you ever again.”

You couldn’t help but feel a wave of unease wash over your body as he told you this. sounding so serious and almost cold. His words carried spite and almost resentment in them.

You wanted to reply but you couldn’t form proper words just yet.

“You’re going to be responsible for the first year kids this year anyway, aren’t you?” he asked, thinking of a way to get you motivated.

You finally got something out at last; a questioning hum as you made eye contact.

“You can’t look weak in front of your students,” he clarified.

“I-I guess not,” you replied, letting out a resigned sight. He was correct about that much.

Suguru pulled you upright into a sitting position to further wake you up, “The cursed spirits that reside in the cities are probably nothing like the ones you know back home,” he paused as his expression turned slightly bitter before continuing, “this city is so full… of hatred and it shows.”

Gulping, you understood what he was trying to get across. Your eyes focused once again on the food right in front of you; coffee and a rolled omelette, looking surprisingly good to your exhausted mind.

“Eat up,” he said, attempting to be strict yet comforting at the same time, “muscle needs protein and I’m going to make you strong.”

You nodded as you ate the meal in silence while he left for the bedroom. You could hear shuffling and the creaking swing of doors before he emerged with a duffle bag, chucking it right next to the front door.

You warily looked at it, hearing some sort of wooden clattering as the bag settled.

“Don’t worry about that just yet,” Suguru reassured, “it’s equipment, but you won’t need it today.”

He wanted to get you into using swords to fight with, but that much was for deep into the late stage of training. For now he wanted for you to learn the basics.

You settled into the coffee and sipped it, his eyes trained on you as you finished every last drop.

You couldn’t help but look less and less forward to this session.

Once you were ready, he unfolded his arms and took the dirty dishes away from you without making a fuss, “Go get dressed; something ideally comfortable, loose fitting maybe.”

“A-all of my clothes are at-“

“—oh right,” he replied before you could finish your sentence, forgetting that you didn’t actually live with him full time just yet and you were just existing in a series of t-shirts he kept giving you to wear, “…One moment.”

You nodded as you observed him slip away off to the bedroom again, watching as he came back with a change of clothes that he then threw over to where you sat.

“These should be fine,” he said, “they’re my old workout clothes, used to wear them when I was a bit younger so it might be closer to your size.”

You hesitantly picked up the change of clothes, intending to go and change in the bathroom but Suguru stopped you in your tracks before you could go anywhere else.

“You can get changed right here, can’t you?” he asked.

You stiffly nodded in response, reminding yourself that he had already both seen and touched every part of you already so technically it was fine. The problem was everything else that had happened before that threw you into an uncomfortable loop.

Also, just the fact alone that he was already fully dressed and behaving a certain way while you slowly took your clothes off and the way his eyes settled on your exposed skin left you feeling deeply uncomfortable. It was as though there was some sort of power imbalance going on, especially with how a subtle smile tugged at his lips.

Once you were fully dressed however, he pulled you away from your troubled thoughts and towards him instead; taking the strings at the waist of the sweatpants you wore, tying them tight against your hips.

“There we go,” he said, his gaze softening before turning around, swinging the duffle bag over his shoulder, sticking out his other hand out for you to take, “now come along.”

You took hold of his hand as he pulled you closer to him, gradually walking you out of his apartment building and into his car. He threw the bag into the back seat while opening up the front passenger side for you to get into.

Driving this time with Suguru felt less heated, perhaps more settled even. He didn’t attempt to feel you up even if you did remain tense the entire ride. Your eyes drifted off to the side of the window either way, paying attention to where you were going—the city becoming less and less busy as he parked into a sleepy neighbourhood.

By the time you were outside, he led you into a private studio of some kind with tinted windows while you reluctantly stepped inside the second that he left you in.

Throwing the bag onto the floor and kicking it underneath a table, he locked the door to the studio once again, ensuring zero interruption. As he led you into the main area just beyond the door, you were met with an airy interior that boasted cedar panelling along the sides of the room, high bordering windows and dusty mats that concealed what seemed to be a hardwood floor.

“Nobody else uses this place or knows about it,” Suguru broke the silence as he watched you take it in, “I haven’t been in here for a while either.”

As he took a few steps away from you to stretch and crack his neck, you warily anticipated at what he had in mind for you. Your unease only continued to grow as he positioned himself into a defensive stance, his eyes intently focused on yours.

“Try hitting me,” Suguru instructed, his tone deadly serious.

You blinked, “What?”

Suguru smiled in response, amused by your hesitance, “Try it. Hit me.”

For some reason, this whole situation felt strangely humiliating. You already knew that he wasn’t going to let you do so and you didn’t want to lose whatever shred of dignity you had left in life.

“…Do I have to?” you asked.

“I’m not letting you leave until you land a hit on me,” he said as his smile grew wider.

Resigning into a sigh, you entertained his request as you tried to land a punch in what you determined was a vulnerable spot. However, he caught onto your attempt right away and stopped you before you could even get close.

Not only did he block it with ease, but the retaliation hurt.

“The problem with fighting is that people tend to fight back,” he said, giving you a window to listen.

“What if I simply just don’t pick fights?” you asked with some hope, fully well understanding that you would need to train at some point regardless if you were to protect your students on field trips.

He titled his head off to the side playfully, “That’s not always up to you though, is it?”

“So why am I not learning self defence instead?”

“Because that’s just prevention,” he replied, his smile slowly fading away as his expression darkened, “I want you to learn how to kill.”

“And this isn’t extreme in any way?” you asked, feeling that all too familiar feeling of wariness flood your body.

“I don’t think so. This world is cruel, so you need to be cruel back,” he said, repositioning himself to a defensive posture once more. “Now, try again.”

With a heavy sigh, you tried to do so again and again. The experience as a whole was starting to exhaust you, both physically and mentally as his reflexes were driving you almost to the brink of insanity with his resistance.

If this was simple, as he called it, then you could only begin to imagine what he had in store for something intermediate.

This wasn’t even fighting either, this was just prolonged humiliation; this was that same sort of power imbalance you felt from him earlier being practised in the most brutal form.

But then to your surprise and also his, you finally got a hit on him.

His eyes widened with excitement as you finally breached his defensive barrier and to an extent, you felt accomplished as you did so too.

He relaxed after that, seeming to be done with you for the day.

“Good job,” he praised, “although, next time you’re gonna block a hit from me.”

“I-I am?” you asked as you could feel the blood drain from your face.

“When you hit me again, I’m gonna hit you back.”

You stood still and simply blinked.

“I’ll be gentle though,” he assured you, “just for you. I’ll only go as rough as you can take it.”

His tone was almost flirty as he spoke to you, some genuine playfulness cracking through what you perceived as a cold exterior. The warmth that he shared with you felt nice on the inside, but left your heart feeling all the more confused.

“Anyway,” he settled a little, redirecting your attention to more important matters, “we should get something to eat.”

“R-right,” you nodded, feeling the hunger boil within you again. You worked up such a sweat that it felt like you hadn’t eaten all day even though you knew that much wasn’t true.

You continued to feel confused as he led you elsewhere now, the kindness in his personality finally showing itself to you, the playfulness that he kept from you.

It was so confusing, it all hurt so much.

He hurt you so much.

But you couldn’t help but feel a certain way.

Was there something wrong with you for being like that?

~~~

The following night, he decided that it was fine to take you back home to Shoko’s apartment. The food that you both shared after that session was absorbed almost instantly into your body as it was a type of hunger you had never felt before.

You were so hungry, so sore.

He hovered right outside of the door before he let you go on without him.

“I’ll give you a couple of days to recover,” he said as he thought about what else to say, “if you need to go out, text me and let me know where. If you’re still feeling sore on the day we have to train next, don’t be scared to tell me so I don’t talk you into something that could potentially be harmful to your body.”

You nodded as he spoke, finding his requests surprisingly reasonable.

“Promise me?” he asked.

“Yeah, I-I will,” you confirmed.

Suguru smiled as he now left you to enter your apartment at your own will without saying another word. Earlier on in your friendship, back when you were still trying to properly get a read on him, you would have seen this action as quite rude.

Slowly but surely however, he was becoming the easiest one to understand out of the three of them though. He never once hid his intentions from you, even when he hurt you.

Actions always spoke louder than words, for better or for worse.

“Aah, you’re back,” Shoko greeted you as she ate something at the table, her eyes squinting as she recognised the old Jujutsu High gym clothes, recognising a particular tear on the collar of the t-shirt that sparked a memory in her mind, “…and wearing Suguru’s clothes?”

“Uh,” you faltered, feeling embarrassed as she could recognise them.

“Hey, I mean, it’s not my business to judge what you get up to,” she replied in a neutral voice, even if her face did seem a little curious, “you look kinda rough. Was that him too?”

“N-not in that way,” you stammered as you scrambled your words, hoping that she didn’t register the muffled talking outside and the weary look as being dropped off after a hookup.

“Hey, I mean, I’m not judging~” she smiled as she teased you just a little. She seemed to not poke as much fun at you as she did when you admitted to kissing Satoru.

“H-he um, was teaching me to fight and-“

“—how to wrestle~?”

“No, like, actually.”

“Oh… you’re being serious,” she understood as she finally recollected herself and toned down the teasing. She then poured herself some red wine, pointing the bottle at you since she figured you might want to relax.

You nodded as you took a stemmed glass out of the cabinet, grabbing a seat with her as you poured some for yourself too.

“Tell me all about it?” she asked.

You stared at the drink and considered the thought; you were definitely in some dire need of relaxation because you were surely burnt out from everything that had happened up to this point. At the same time though, you couldn’t tell her completely everything so you settled on a controlled amount just so that the surface of her curiosity could be answered.

“Y-yeah… yeah, alright, why not?” you said at last.

She leaned over the table as she gulped down a sip. The red wine left a hint of redness on her cheeks as she got started earlier on without you, appearing to be properly relaxed and without under eye bags for once. You wanted more of that for her since she seemed to be in a much better state than usual.

“So,” she continued, “fighting?”

“Yeah, um, he said that I needed to know how to fight back against certain situations so that what happened before doesn’t happen to me again,” you explained, thinking it made enough sense.

“That’s nice of him,” she considered, “I suppose you might as well though, can’t look weak in front of those kids you’re gonna be overseeing.”

You let out a gentle snort, finding yourself experiencing indirect deja vu, “He said the same thing actually.”

“Would you look at that, my wisdom is finally rubbing off on him,” she beamed as she leaned back, her wrist swirling around the glass as the wine sloshed around, although she started to notice some details.

From the way you looked tired to the way your eyes looked blank. There was something off about you in a way that didn’t point to something healthy going on at all.

A moment of tense silence brewed between the two of you.

Shoko suddenly seemed serious, leaning forward and setting her drink aside on the table, “[name]?”

“Yes?” you asked, shaking your troubling thoughts away.

“Did something happen?” she asked, taking hold of your wrist and rubbing it with her thumb, her gaze softening as she read more and more into the way you presented yourself.

“N-no, it didn’t,” you tried to retaliate, desperately hoping to not talk about it.

Shoko didn’t want to push you, but she could read between the lines and tell that something was amiss. You weren’t really acting like yourself anymore and it seemed to always get worse after you spent time with Suguru, therefore, he was clearly doing something you didn’t like.

Still, she dropped the topic for now. Deciding to take matters into her own hands the next time she saw him, because if he was doing something genuinely wrong, then regardless of how close they both were, she couldn’t let something potentially abusive continue.

“Ah, it’s alright,” she sighed, forcing a smile as she reunited with her drink, “think I just missed a spot on ya, let me know the next morning and I’ll fix your face up properly.”

You nodded along, thankful for her attempt at normalcy even though you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that you were so terribly easy to read. In a way, you wanted for her to find out, just so that you didn’t have to carry the weight of this whole thing alone.

The conversation otherwise continued like this for a while; you explained as much as you could while leaving out the problematic details while she listened, choosing to bite her tongue when she heard something that didn’t sit quite right.

You both drank on into the night. Even if you did leave a lot out, it was still nice to talk to someone who didn’t pressure you on other sorts of topics.

For the most part, she was curious about his feelings towards you and whether or not he was being stupid. She wasn’t going to pressure you for the details if you didn’t want to give them though.

It was mostly just that Suguru was seldom interested in long term relationships and if he was helping you learn how to defend yourself, that meant he was acting out of care. At the same time though, if you felt bad after spending time with him, then he must have been doing something wrong.

As his friend, she always wanted for him to actually find that special someone and you weren’t a bad person in her eyes—although she did have a slight concern with how much you’re tolerating. You still had a problem with standing your own ground and she hoped that he was being decent to you, but who really knew what went on behind closed doors?

Eventually however, the two of you did start to feel rather drowsy as the night grew late and the warmth from the booze began to hit.

You both quietly stumbled off to your rooms, ready to end the day at last.

You closed your eyes to surrender to sleep while Shoko gave into a deep thought, convinced that there was something you weren’t telling her.

~~~

Satoru meanwhile simmered away in his penthouse, overlooking the night skyline with flickering golden lights moving along busy roads.

Having spent the day earlier on with Suguru, had still been left with more questions than answers, not quite buying what his good friend had been telling him. It felt almost a little like a lie…? To think that Suguru had made a move on you and you just accepted over the course of time seemed a little unrealistic to him, especially how you reacted to that little kiss.

Especially to how you reacted when he let slip of his composure and did something he almost regretted back in the alley. He was confused, mostly. He didn’t understand why it all seemed to go wrong from the moment you left the town with him, as if being in that place all alone with him had been the binding glue.

He knew that deep down, Suguru might have talked you into something that he shouldn’t have done. Satoru knew you pretty well by now and how you wouldn’t have dared to even spend a night away from Shoko’s if you could help it.

While Satoru himself did coax you into spending the night with him in that guest house—spending a night in a place like Suguru’s literal apartment, seemed not like you at all.

In the midst of his overthinking, his pocked buzzed. Shoko’s name lit up with a little text, asking if he knew anything about the relationship between you and Suguru, that she’s thinking it seems a little too off.

Another text came. Something about him teaching you to fight, although the words were scrambled. Shoko was likely drinking again so that was the cause, but he didn’t want to deal with that just yet. Maybe tomorrow when he had more time to put his personality back together.

Not while he was going through something.

He didn’t reply, pretending to be asleep instead. He felt conflicted, mostly. Knowing properly well that there must have been more behind this whole thing than what he was seeing and in a way, succumbing to jealousy the more he thought about the whole situation and just how messed up it truly was.

No, he was livid. His supposed friend, his best friend who had gotten to you in a much more sinister way, all the while he had been trying to be good. The thought in his mind had settled—Suguru must have done something to you, but rather than fight for you, he chose to give into something he usually didn’t bother with for once.

Satoru hummed as he considered it, slinking off back to bed, eyes drifting off to the dark ceiling. He could absolutely talk you into something too, probably could be just as convincing if not more.

Suguru didn’t want to share, but no matter what—he’d get his way, he’d sample just a little more to call it even.

Even if it hurts you.

[beefrobeefcal]

Being Neighbourly feat. Frankie Morales x neighbour f!reader

a HeftyThrowaway one shot drabble | Rated: 18+ | word count: 1,681 warnings: f masterbation, feeding, belly rubs, belly kink, oblivious people liking each other

A/N: Happy Frankie Friday, y'all! Here's a ditty that's been sitting in my wips for months. It's not Mouse and Frankie, but similar dynamic.

It was only a matter of time until you fell for one of your neighbours. And in doing so, you had proven that food was the way into a man’s heart… or bed.  

It started when you cooked up a batch of meatballs to freeze for future use on a Saturday afternoon. You had all the windows open to avoid overheating your apartment. Leaning out the window that faced the parking lot of your complex, you watched as Frankie parked his truck. As he walked towards the building, he looked around then up and waved at you. 

You gave a small smile and a wave, thinking that would be the end of it, when he called out to you. 

“Hey! Neighbour! Uh… is that you making something that smells good?” 

“Just meatballs.”, you called back. 

“Just meatballs, my ass. They smell amazing!” He looked like he wanted to say more but just smiled back at you. 

“Thank you! Um… do you want one?”, you said back, not sure why you only offered one when you had four trays of them. But his eager nodding and scampering into the building made you happy you did. 

You’d seen Frankie around the building in the usual places you meet your neighbours: the laundry room, the parking lot, the mailboxes. He was tall and lean minus the small tummy he sported, but still looked like he hadn’t had the comfort of a home cooked meal in a while. He seemed sweet and helpful, once even helping you bring your groceries up the stairs when the elevator was out of service. He lived in the suite right below you, and some nights, you’d hear him and another male voice out on the balcony, enjoying a blunt or a cigarette. Beyond that, you didn’t know much about him. 

After the initial introduction to Frankie as a guinea pig for your cooking, you found him to be quite handy to have around. For every issue you had in your suite that the landlord had ignored, Frankie had a fix. For every fix, you had a thank you meal ready for him. This became a regular occurrence and slowly turned into either you made enough food for both you and him then delivered it to his suite, or him joining you for dinner and you giving him the leftovers. This carried on for a while, and you noticed that Frankie’s small tummy was not so small anymore. The topic came up after he completely annulated an entire baking dish of your home-made enchiladas in one go. 

Sitting back at your table, his belly pushed out and stuffed, he sighed a little laugh. “Fuck, I just can’t help myself. You cook too good.” 

All you could do was smile and look down, trying to stop him from seeing the bashful glee on your face. You’d watched him eat the entire thing and all you wanted to do was go to his side, rub his stuffed belly, and feed him yourself. It had been a running theme in your head when you laid in bed at night, vibrator on high while you cried out his name. You’d never gotten off on anything like this, but it worked. You just wished it wasn’t a fantasy. 

“I mean it. I had to get new pants last week. Not that I’m complaining at all about your food.”, he reasoned, making sure you knew that he was not upset. “But if we’re gonna continue to be neighbours, I need a spandex wardrobe.” 

You both laughed at his little joke as he rubbed his belly, signalling an end to this topic. But god damn it, you wished you could just reach out and touch it, feel his belly and tell him he’s got more room in there, and then feed him. But you didn’t, and he continued to come around throughout the week for dinner; you both played this same routine: you made the food, and he ate it. It wasn’t lost on you that Frankie liked to eat, but what you didn’t notice was how much he really liked that it was you feeding him.  

On one Saturday summer night, you were sitting on your balcony, far later than you normally would be, enjoying a sangria. You heard the sliding door open below you from Frankie’s and could hear him and that other male voice talking.  

“Drop it, Pope.” 

“Dude, I can tell. It’s written all over your fucking face when she comes up. You’ve got it bad for this chick.“ 

“Fine. Yes. Happy?” 

“Sure. But you have to tell her. There’s no way-“ 

“Yeah, and have her laugh in my face? She’s not into me like that.” 

“And how the fuck would you know?” 

“Because she’s too fucking gorgeous and out of my league.” 

Your heart dropped; Frankie was head over heels for someone - someone who wasn’t you. Before you could quietly leave your balcony and mope inside, you heard the other voice, Pope, say, “No one feeds you like that if they don’t at least like you, Francisco.” 

You froze.  

Frankie sighed. “Fuck you, man.” 

“All I’m saying is if a beautiful woman like that keeps inviting you back to her table when you’re getting fat on her cooking, you’re in. You just got to make a move.” 

The last thing you heard Frankie say as they began their exit from the balcony was, “Shit, Pope. I’m fucking hungry.”, followed by the two men laughing. 

You sat silently on your balcony and let a breath out that you didn’t realize you were holding in. You ventured inside and laid in your bed.  

**** 

You had made yourself scarce the rest of the weekend, no sure how to interact with him after what you had heard, but you’d returned home exhausted from work on the following Monday to find a note on your door form Frankie that read: 

Want to go out for dinner? You can have a night off.  

x F  

You grinned to yourself, hopeful that this was Frankie trying to make a move and went into your apartment, got changed into a more casual outfit, and headed down to Frankie’s. 

He opened the door and gave you a big smile while telling you where he was going to take you - his favourite Tex-Mex restaurant.  

The car ride over started a little awkward, but you soon fell into an easy conversation. 

“So why the dinner out? Sick of my cooking?”, you poked, watching to see how he would react. 

“Fuck no!”, Frankie barked out laughing. “I just figured that maybe I could get dinner for you, and since there’s not a snowflake’s chance in hell that I could even compare to you in the kitchen, I thought I’d take you to my favourite place to eat… other than your table, of course.” 

You felt your cheeks turn pink and you could feel Frankie smiling at you. You felt bold as you thought of what you’d heard on Saturday night and wanted to test the waters. 

You reached out and put your hand on his that was on the gear stick. “Thank you, Frankie. You’ll have to show me your favourites on the menu.” 

Frankie sucked in a breath at your touch and nodded. “Yeah… uh, I pretty much like everything they have.” 

You smiled and nodded. 

***** 

“Recommendations?”, you asked looking over your menu. 

“Well, like I said, I pretty much like everything. But my favourites are, uh, the burritos and fajitas. Can’t go wrong with those, and the elote is great, too.” 

Once again, you felt bold. Without the restrictions of what you had cooked and the ingredients you had on hand, Frankie could really let himself loose in here and you were more than happy to encourage him. 

“How about you order, Frankie? I normally decide what I’m cooking, so you get to decide tonight. Order to your heart’s content – I’m in.”, you say, leaning forward and cocking your head. 

Frankie’s eyebrows twitched and his lips parted. His tongue flicked out and he nodded. “You sure you’re up for that? It’ll be a lot of food.” 

“I’ll be fine, Frankie. The question really is will you be okay. Because food is more of a spectator’s sport for me when I’m with you.”, you say with a wink.  

Frankie just stared back at you, his breathing getting quicker. His brain was trying to wrap around that fact that Pope was right: you were into him and like to feed him. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 

Before he could pinch himself, the waitress approached the table. Frankie placed the order – it was a lot of food - and you just sat back and smirked as he spoke. 

“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle all that, Frankie?”, you questioned with a wry smile and teasing tone. 

Frankie gave you a flirtatious grin and took your hand. “Yeah, and there’ll even be room for dessert.” 

By the time Frankie had eatten two plates of food, he was sitting back in the booth, finishing his pop.  

“How’re you doing? You still got another plate.”, you gave him a coquettish smile, pushing the plate forward to him. 

“Oh, honey. I’m full.”, Frankie chuckled, patting his belly. 

He watched as you got out of your side of the booth and slid in next to him. Throughout the meal, you and Frankie dropped silent hints as to where you both wanted this to go. You again felt emboldened and reached out to rub his belly. He watched you, his eyes pleading with you to keep going. 

You leaned in and purred into his ear before nuzzling it with your nose, “Oh, Frankie. You’re not that full, are you?” 

Frankie shivered and gulped. Once he had cleared the last plate, Frankie huffed out a breath and tried to hide a small burp. You sat at his side, continuing to console his overstuffed tummy, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. 

“What’s next?”, Frankie asked, looking at you with a lazy smile.  

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Price for a Secret

"What are you doing..." Victoria asked her boyfriend Franky, her jaw dropped at what she was witnessing.

Franky was stroking his exposed body with his hand, all while keeping a smirk on his face. 

“Nothing, babe, I’m just really feelin’ myself today,” Franky responded. Victoria raised her eyebrow in response.

Mr. Diaz? This is really fucked up... you can’t do this!

Calm down, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy’s driving now. Just relax, and it’ll be all over soon...

Franky, or “Franky,” could hear a voice talking to him inside his head. “Franky” only grinned upon hearing the voice, knowing Victoria won’t ever catch him in the impersonation act.

Victoria was justified in questioning her boyfriend’s odd behavior. What she didn’t know was that the truth went beyond Franky simply being dishonest with her. Rather, it was her father Alan who was inside her boyfriend’s body.

Alan had always been fine with whoever she chose to date. But Franky was a different story. Victoria brought him home and Alan immediately disapproved of him.

“I do not like that boy. I know how his kind works. Once he’s bored, he’s gonna dump you and move onto the next girl. You need to dump him now!”

Naturally, Victoria dismissed her father’s warnings as made up bullshit from an overprotective father. But Alan didn’t just give up and accept defeat. He figured if he couldn’t get Victoria to listen, then he’d get Franky to listen instead. The same night he met the fuckboy, Alan pulled him in close and whispered something into his ear.

“You better be on your best behavior while you’re dating my daughter... You best believe I’ll enter your body and make you my bitch if you even as much as think about hurting her.”

Much like Victoria, Franky shrugged off Alan’s threats. Franky laughed at the idea of some older man getting one up on him. But his cockiness that nothing could ever go wrong turned out to be his undoing. Franky hated using condoms and always pushed his girlfriends to let him hit it raw. He had been lucky thus far, but that lucky streak ended when Victoria called to tell him that her period was running late.

Franky laughed that off too. She was no different than any other girl he had knocked up. He’d simply leave her behind, child or not! But then Alan somehow caught wind of the news. Alan drove straight to Alan’s house and marched straight to his room like he owned the place. Franky was bewildered when he saw the old man in his room, and even more so when he saw Alan lock the door behind him. 

“Bro what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Remember what I said I'd do if you ever hurt my daughter?" Alan said in a cool voice. He took off his coat to make himself at home.

"What, that you'd 'enter' me? That's just bullshit!"

"Care to test that theory?"

"Get out!!” Franky stood up ready to fight.

"Sit down."

Franky plopped right back down on his bed. He looked down at himself with a look of confusion on his face.

“Good boy, now get naked for Daddy,” Alan commanded. Franky listened and without second thought, stripped down until he was bare ass naked on his bed. 

“How are you doing that!?” Franky cried out. His face grew red from being naked.

“Flip to your stomach and lay down.”

Franky did as he was told. His face was pressed against his comforter. He could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind him. Franky had a feeling he knew what was coming next, but no matter how much he mentally braced himself, nothing could’ve prepared him for Alan’s cold touch. Alan grabbed him by the thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Alan then positioned Franky so that his ass was up in the air, and proceeded to stick tongue deep into his pink hole.

“Nrgh...” Franky stifled a moan. The feel of a tongue massaging his virgin hole filled him with pleasure, but he would rather die than admit he liked it. Alan ate his ass like it was his last meal. Franky bit onto the bed sheets to stop his moans. He held on strong, even when he felt Alan’s dickhead tapping against his hole. Alan rubbed a large quantity of spit onto his hole and stuck his dick inside him, slowly but surely penetrating him with his whole member.

“Why so quiet? Tell me how much you like it!”

“I love it! Fuck me hard sir!!” Franky lifted his head and squealed out in pleasure, just like he was commanded. Alan smirked, and proceeded to pound the good for nothing fuckboy into submission. 

“Fuck boy! You got a tight ass! Shame you don’t use it more, but I’ll break you in real nice!” Alan said.

His balls clapped against Franky’s fat ass cheeks. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he unloaded his seed deep inside Franky. Franky was panting after getting fucked raw and hard. He could feel his insides getting filled up with cum. He wanted to punch Alan right then and there for humiliating him, but he didn’t want to challenge whatever powers the old man had.

Franky expected that revenge fucking to be the end, but then Alan leaned down on top of him, dick still inside his ass. Franky could feel Alan’s entire body weight now. Then, Alan pushed into Franky until his mature body slipped into the athlete's body. Franky cried out in pleasure as he got possessed. He could feel Alan’s growing presence inside of him. The last thing Franky could feel before he lost control was his dick shooting load after load onto his bed. Then, an unwanted smile grew across his face. Franky knew he had lost. 

“Hey, Victoria? I have to tell you something,” Alan said with Franky’s voice. He had possessed him earlier that day, and now Alan had access to all of Franky’s memories. He was ready to spill all of his secrets to Victoria. About the cheating, about the other baby mommies, abour his plans to ditch her, all of it. All in an effort to destroy his reputation and his life.

STOP! PLEASE!!

Franky cried out as he watched from within his own mind. He was powerless so long as Alan was inside of him. All he could do was beg. 

Oh yeah? Why should I?

Please! Give me another chance!! I’ll treat your daughter right! Like a queen! I’ll atone! I’ll fix my mistakes! I’ll be a better man! I promise! 

Alan was unconvinced, but while the two men had their little telepathic negotiation, Victoria was waiting.

“Well? What is it, Franky?” Victoria asked. But just as Alan opened his mouth to answer...

I’LL LET YOU FUCK ME AND POSSESS ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!

Alan heard Franky, and immediately hesitated going through with his plan. He let his mouth hang open for a brief second as he thought over the new offer. He then cleared his throat and smiled.

“Nothing! I just wanted to tell you I love you,” Alan said. He then gave Victoria a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. “We’ll be together forever.”

Victoria was caught off guard, but then returned the gesture.

“Yeah, forever. I love you too...”

And while Victoria and Alan were smiling, Franky was groaning inside. Franky managed to keep all of his secrets safe, but at a heavy price, one that his body would have to endure. Forever. 

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 16

On the way to Gibbs’ house you stopped shortly at your place to get you some clothes and personal things. It was so good being at home again, you tried to convince him to let you stay there, but to no avail. So now you were here. With him. In his house. Alone. Gulp. 

You didn't know what you expected, but as you entered you recognized that that's the home of a bachelor. It was completely practically furnished. 

“Come, I will give you a tour of the house. You will sleep in the guest room on the 1st floor…up the stairs and then left, right here…this is the bathroom…and this is my room.” He showed you where everything was and on the ground floor he did the same. 

“If you need anything, feel free to ask. No matter what or what time and place. I'll be there. Now make yourself at home while I'm in the kitchen making dinner” he concluded and went away. 

With that you stood there in a completely unexpected situation and thought about what to do. Hm, let's see…first of all unpacking your things, then walking to the kitchen and asking if you could help with cooking or something else. You didn't wanted to be pampered by him…even though if you were completely honest…it felt really good so far. 

Oh man, once again you were blushing madly. What's that? What has he done to you that you were suddenly constantly blushing if you even thought about him? Not to mention, when he was around you. That you didn't know from yourself. You never were someone who easily blushed, but some things change obviously. 

Nearing the kitchen you could smell the food and your mouth began to water. Today he cooked Bolognese pasta and just as you stood beside him and wanted to ask if you could do anything he said “right on point. Dinner is ready. Let's eat.”

So you two sat down on his dining table and ate in silence. The pasta was simply amazing and extremely tasty. Was he sure that he was a federal agent and not a cook? 

After enjoying the meal you took the chance and convinced him to do the dishes together. When you were finished the two of you made yourself comfortable on the couch and watched an old western. 

Then you were going to bed and he was sanding his boat in the basement. 

The next day was nearly the same. Waking up, showering, eating breakfast together, him working away on the notebook and you reading. Lunch you took together and since you are getting better every day he allowed you to help him cooking dinner. After eating and cleaning the kitchen you two watched a movie and then called it a day. 

This was your routine for the next two days. He always was caring, but at the same time he seemed to keep some distance between you. On the evening of the second day however there was a little change. You two watched a movie and you began to fall asleep. So you cuddled him, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you. He smelled so wonderful calmingly like sawdust that you couldn't help yourself but feel safe and loved so you nearly immediately fell deeply asleep. 

You woke up in your bed the next morning after the best sleep in a long time. 

Sadly he wasn't there as you walked into the kitchen, but coffee was ready and there was a note for you “had to go to the grocery store. Will be back soon.” 

So you poured yourself a cup of coffee, took your book and sat down to read until he was back. 

You were on your second cup as you heard the front door opening and he finally was home again. Home with you and you were happy to see him again. All the while he was gone you were missing him. This realization struck you to the core. 

“Y/N. You okay?” he asked with his brows furrowed. “Oh yes, I slept soooo good and now you are back home again, so I'm not alone anymore” you beamed at him. “Do you know how I got into bed last night? I can't remember going there.”

“You fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you. So I carried you. That's okay?” he answered. 

“Yes, absolutely” you said, nodding. 

“What did you do while I was away?” Gibbs wanted to know. “If you want to know if I was well-behaved…yes, I was. I drank coffee, read and chatted a bit with Simon. He wanted to know how I'm feeling and wanted to visit me…” you smiled at him. His smile faltered and his face turned in anger in a second “no, I don't want him in my house. Last word on that.” He turned, walked down to his boat and let you stay in the kitchen wondering what you have said that changed his mood so drastically. You didn't understood anything. But you had a feeling that he was upset because he didn't like Simon and you vowed to not bring him up again. 

It was strange. You were engrossed in your little harmonic world, but somehow the mentioning of Simon disrupted it painfully. 

Gibbs on the other hand was sanding his boat and trying to calm down. Until she mentioned this idiot it was a wonderful sunny day. Yesterday evening you two were cuddling on the couch and it felt like home to him. Later he carried you to your bed, feeling your body in his arms, you smelling wonderfully like vanilla and he was in heaven. Still he was marveling how this could happen. Last night he was sleeping as good as he had been for a long time. He could still feel your body and was smiling happily until now. 

But then he thought of the intruder Simon. Probably he was the reason why you only wanted to be friends with him. As hard as it was, he had to accept that. But this was his house and living together with you felt like family, so he will do anything to protect that. He thought determined and sanded away. 

What he didn’t know was that you had called off the date with Simon. After the intense kiss with Gibbs you couldn't go to a date with another man. Okay, with another boy. Because Simon was cute and a friend, but he had still growing up to do. Gibbs on the other hand was a man who knew what he wanted. 

Living together felt for you like family, too. And you were falling hard for him as he was for you, too. But this man was an absolute enigma to you. 

In the evening you were cooking together what was your established habit. Standing beside him you watched as he worked away. Eventually he stopped and looked at you “something's the matter?” 

“No. I simply love to cook with you” you smiled and he smiled back. What you really wanted to say so much was “I love you”, but he obviously saw you only as a friend. Sure, he was a gentleman but he never tried or mentioned anything, so you thought sadly that he didn't want anything with you. 

And he? All he wanted was to kiss you. To hold you as tight as possible and kiss you senseless. And it was getting harder with each passing day to restrain himself from doing right that. Working so near beside you, looking in your wonderful eyes that sparkled and shined so much…he so wished that they would sparkle with love for him and shine only for him. And that wish was growing stronger. So strong, that it was nearly killing him not to be allowed to touch you. 

But you made it clear in Jenny's office, you wanted him only as a friend. 

So the two of you pondered in silence. Not knowing that your thoughts, desires, wishes and feelings were the same. It would only take an honest talk between you two and you could be lucky together, but somehow there was a wall between you, so no one tried to speak of the elephant in the room. 

This evening you two enjoyed a meal with 3 dishes, with wine, candlelight and soft music. You talked about everything and nothing, but not about the one thing that mattered the most and was so much required. After dinner and cleaning the kitchen you helped him sanding his boat in silence until you accidentally injured your hand. 

Gibbs was immediately at your side, took your hand in his and inspected the injury. Thankfully it was not a big one. He grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean the wound “this will hurt a little” he murmured and you nodded. You couldn't think anymore, your hands together and him being so close to you felt so good, that you wanted more. 

As he was finished he put away the kit and there you two stood in his basement. Very close yet so far away from each other, staring in the eyes of the other silently asking for permission of giving in to your mutual desire. 

And then he slowly closed the distance between you. He brushed his lips cautiously against yours as if to ask for permission and his lips were so soft against yours you could have died right on spot. As you answered the kiss he immediately deepend it, closed his arms around you and pulled you to him. You snaked your arms around his neck, pressed yourself against him and kissed him back with all the pent up desire you had. 

But suddenly he broke the kiss and panting he took a step back. You were panting too and asked “what's the matter?” He only shook his head “we can't do that.” You tried to process his words and as they sank down in your brain you hung your head, nodded and fled to your room, because you felt the tears coming. 

He was standing lost in his basement and then hitting the wall with his fist. For a short while he was in heaven, but he had to stop it. Somehow he had a feeling he should head-slap himself for that. He shook his head on himself, took care of the wounds on his knuckles and took a deep gulp of his bourbon. Then he began sanding his boat once again, readying himself for a long night ahead. 

This night you cried yourself to sleep and the first time since you were living with Gibbs you were grateful that tomorrow was the meeting with the doctor, which decided if you could go home. 

(To be continued...)

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[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover part 1

This is the sequel to lust filled thoughts. Looking for a beta

Sanji yawned as he excited the bathroom, his hair still damp from his shower. He would love a nap, but he had far too much to get done today. He slipped into the galley, and Mr. Noddles starched from where he was curled up on the same stoll from yesterday and hopped down, meowing up at him.

“Are you hungry boy? Ready for breakfast?” Sanji opened the fridge and took out butter, the marmalade since he hasn't had the time to make more jam, whole sardines, chicken, a bit of liver and kidney for Mr. Noodles breakfast. He would need to dehydrate the organ meats to use for Mr. Noodles food, that way he had it readily available. If they could get fresh game that would be prefect.

Sanji placed the dish on the floor and Mr. Noddles attack the food in a very Luffy esce style. He turned his attention to the stove to start his breakfast while he planed the crews meals for the day.

He took a seat with his tea, toast and notebook. He keep a running list of everything about the ship, he could make shakuka for brekasfast with extra meat for luffy, tuna poke bowls for lunch with tuna steaks for luffy, maybe some ricotta and lemon pasta for dinner again extra for the bottomless pit of a Captain, semla for dessert. He had some fresh cardamom pods he wanted to use and it wasn't too sweet.

Sanji wanted to keep busy today so he wouldn't have time to think about last night. He felt embarrassed that he had gotten so upset at Zoro last night. It was a mix of things, he had been mocked during sex before and hated it, unfortunately with Zoros green hair it had also brought back memories of Yonji. Every if his shity family wasn't shitty he wouldn't want to think of them during sex.

While in the middle of mixing the paste with the cabbage, a pair of arms warped around his waist and a head rested between his shulder blades. Zoro muzzled againt the back of his shirt like a giant cat.

“Wow your up early, thught you'd still be sleeping,”

“Couldn't sleep any more after you left,” the green haired swordsman mumbled. “Why do you have to wake so early anyway?”

“I'm used to it, I like to have a bit of time to myself to drink tea, eat and plan out the meals for the day, some of us actually ha e jobs Marimo,” Sanji couldn't help but tease.

“Hey! I have a job, I'm the frist mate I protect the crew,” Zoro lifted his head and placed it on sanjis shulder. “It's to fucking early start shit Ero-cook,”

“Here,” Sanji held up a gloved hand, a pice of kimchi in his fingers. “Try this see if you like it before the fremastion,” Zoro allowed Sanji to feed him a bit of the red coated cabbage leaf.

“Mmm little spicy but good, more?”

“It's not that spicy, here have a piece of the core,” Sanji gave him another piece.

“Hmm maybe you just burned all your taste buds off, more,” Zoro demanded, his mouth open and waiting.

“Here the middle part, it's got the core and a leaf, next I'll let you try a piece of radish but that's it,” Sanji popped the piece into the swordsman's mouth.

“Stingy,” Zoro spoke before chewing after he ate the radish he spoke again. “I like that one it's crunchy,”

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 12

Part 11

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: Insecurities, SMUT, fluff, mention of panic attacks

A/N: This chapter is one dear to my heart. Our lovebirds are establishing their home together 😁

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The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. You knew it was from all the crying and your panic attack. You looked at the clock and it was a little before 8am. You rolled over and saw Jensen sleeping peacefully next to you. You watched him sleep for a few minutes then slipped out of bed. You showered and crept out of the room not wanting to wake him up.

When you got downstairs you went to the kitchen grabbed some headache medicine and started some coffee. You started pulling out ingredients to make breakfast for Jensen. Thankfully you had everything you needed to make breakfast. You started the oven and pulled out the ingredients for biscuits. As soon as the biscuits were ready you started making the sausage gravy. You grew up eating this on Saturdays with homemade biscuits and this was one of the first meals you learned to make. You were busy cooking and didn’t see Jensen walk in. “Good morning, sweetheart” he said as he walked in the kitchen. “Good morning, Jensen” you said with a slight smile. “Whatcha making” he asked while looking over your shoulder into the pan. “Sausage gravy, homemade buttermilk biscuits, and eggs.” You said as you poured him a cup of coffee. “Sounds delicious and thank you” he said as he took the cup.

As breakfast finished cooking you handed him a plate and stepped out of the way. He grabbed a biscuit and put a big scoop of gravy on it and plated some eggs. He sat at the kitchen bar and you watched him take a bite. His eyes closed and he moaned causing you to giggle a little. “Mmm this is amazing. You are amazing.” He said as he stood up to hug you. You blushed and thanked him. He gave you a soft kiss on your lips and sat back down. You grabbed your breakfast and sat down beside him. Comfortable silence fell over the room as you both ate. A few more moans slipped out of Jensen making you giggle. Once breakfast was done he insisted on cleaning up. He chuckled as he looked and saw most of the dishes used for prep was already clean or in the dishwasher. He looked over at you smiling and shook his head. “What can I say, when I cook I clean up my mess.” You said smiling at him.

You continued to sit at the bar watching him. You decided you needed to talk to him and tell him why you reacted the way you did last night. You were nervous but you trusted Jensen and you wanted to make sure he understood where you were coming from. You were deep in thought and nervously bit your lip. Not realizing he was staring at you. “Hey y/n. You okay” he asked. You looked up at him and took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you. There are some things I need you to know about me.” You said as you nervously fidgeted. He came around the bar took your hands and motioned to the living room. You walked with him and sat on the couch next to him. You turned your body to face him and he did the same. “Take your time y/n. I’m here for you and will wait for as long as you need.” He said looking at you and holding your hand. You took a deep breath and started talking. “I haven’t always been heavy. When I was younger I was tiny. A lot of horrible things happened in my life and I developed anxiety and panic attacks. I turned to food for comfort and protection. I gained weight and unfortunately it killed my self esteem. As I got older I still turned to food for comfort . Most of the boyfriends I’ve had said all the right things and I believed them. Once they got what they wanted they would flip a switch. If I turned them down or didn’t want to have sex with them they changed. So when I heard you last night I thought you were flipping that switch. I thought I wasn’t worthy of your time and love. I’m broken Jensen and I’ve been working for decades to fix it. I can’t promise I won’t jump to conclusions again. I can promise I will try and I will always talk to you. Even if I have to take a break before I do. I love you and I’m all in.” You finally took a breath and looked at him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and sadness was on his face. He cleared his throat and said “sweetheart, I am so sorry that happened to you. Thank you for trusting me and telling me. I promise you I am not them and I say what I mean. I don’t ever do anything I don’t want to. I would never play with your emotions. I love you, y/n and you are beautiful just the way you are. You are beautiful inside and out and you have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. The way you love and care for the people in your life is truly inspiring. I understand now why you love and protect so fiercely. Can I hug you?” Jensen asked.

“Of course you can.” You said as you stood up. He stood up and wrapped his arms around you holding you tight. The hug felt different. You felt safe and protected. You pulled away a little looking up into his beautiful green eyes. He smiled softly at you and you kissed him. He was a little tense at first but eventually he relaxed and the kiss intensified. You both parted gasping for air. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. When you both pulled away you looked at him and said “I love you, Jensen”. He smiled and said “I love you too, so much.” You couldn’t believe you ever questioned his love for you. Looking in his eyes you could see his love for you. He would never have moved you here if he didn’t want to build a life with you. All these thoughts were filling your heart with love and peace.

You took Jensen’s hand and started to lead him upstairs. He stopped and looked at you. “Honey we don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think you have to have sex with me to keep me.” Jensen said concerned. “Jensen, I don’t feel like I have to. I love you and I want to make love to you and with you. I know I don’t have to have sex with you to keep you. If I did I would have felt I needed to last night. Now come on. Let’s go to our room.” You said while pulling him upstairs. Once in your room you started kissing him and running your hands over his body. He walked you backwards towards the bed. You fell backwards and a squeal came from your mouth. Jensen smirked and pulled off his shirt. You bit your lip instinctively and he looked at you with lust filled eyes. You sat up and pulled your shirt off leaving your bra and pants on. Jensen looked at you and smiled. “Can I take your pants off” he asked. You nodded and his hands ran up your thighs and to your button and zipper. He unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Taking the bottom of your pant legs and with one swift pull he pulled your pants off leaving you in your panties. He removed his pants leaving him in his boxers. You scooted up and he climbed on the bed. Leaning over you he started peppering you with kisses from your lips down your neck and over your chest. “Is this okay” he asked softly. “Yes, Jensen. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.” You said. He reached behind you as you leaned up and he unhooked your bra. Tossing it to the side. He growled as he took in the sight of your exposed body. You blushed and smiled. You could feel your core tightening and the slick pooling between your legs. As he kissed down your body he stopped at your panty waistband. You bucked your hips as he pulled them down. He leaned back and removed his boxers. His already hard cock sprang free. You took a deep breath taking in the sight of him. You don’t know if you are ever going to get used to seeing this gorgeous man naked. He crawled towards you and spread your legs. Slick sliding out from between your folds. You gasped as his fingers slid over your wetness. “Damn baby you’re ready for me” he said as he felt you. “Please Jensen make love to me.” You said in almost a whisper. He wanted to take care of you first but you were in control today. He positioned himself between your legs and lined himself up with you. He slowly pushed in as you gripped his arms. You moved your hips into him and he bottomed out. Your eyes locked onto each other as he started to move slowly. There wasn’t a rush and you both moved slowly and purposefully. Jensen leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands moving over his back and up to his hair. Chills and electricity went through your body as Jensen moved in and out of you. This felt different and it felt amazing. You could feel the love between the two of you. There wasn’t a rush to get off. There was a feeling of love and connection between you both. The look on his face was beautiful. Love poured from his eyes and through his actions.

He was making sure you were comfortable and happy. You were overwhelmed by the love a tear escaped your eye. Jensen saw it and stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart” he asked with concern. “Yes, I am. I’m just so happy and I truly feel how much you love me.” You said cupping his face. You kissed him and moved your hips encouraging him to move. He set his soft pace again and moans softly filled the room. “Jensen I want to get on top and make love to you” you said as you encouraged him to get up. He laid on his back and you straddle his hips. You lined his length with your dripping wet folds and you slowly lowered yourself down. You gasped as you bottomed him out inside you. You slowly started to rock setting your pace. Your hands resting on his chest helping you stabilize. His hands were running up your thighs and your body until they reached your breasts. You moaned as he cupped them and you leaned down taking his lips onto yours. As you leaned back you quickened your pace slightly. You could feel your core tightening and the slick pooling between your legs. As he kissed down your body he stopped at your panty waistband. You bucked your hips as he pulled them down. He leaned back and removed his boxers. His already hard cock sprang free. You took a deep breath taking in the sight of him. You don’t know if you are ever going to get used to seeing this gorgeous man naked. He crawled towards you and spread your legs. Slick sliding out from between your folds. You gasped as his fingers slid over your wetness. “Damn baby you’re ready for me” he said as he felt you. “Please Jensen make love to me.” You said in almost a whisper. He wanted to take care of you first but you were in control today. He positioned himself between your legs and lined himself up with you. He slowly pushed in as you gripped his arms. You moved your hips into him and he bottomed out. Your eyes locked onto each other as he started to move slowly. There wasn’t a rush and you both moved slowly and purposefully. Jensen leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands moving over his back and up to his hair. Chills and electricity went through your body as Jensen moved in and out of you. This felt different and it felt amazing. You could feel the love between the two of you. There wasn’t a rush to get off. There was a feeling of love and connection between you both. The look on his face was beautiful. Love poured from his eyes and through his actions. He was making sure you were comfortable and happy. You were overwhelmed by the love a tear escaped your eye.

Jensen saw it and stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart” he asked with concern. “Yes, I am. I’m just so happy and I truly feel how much you love me.” You said cupping his face. You kissed him and moved your hips encouraging him to move. He set his soft pace again and moans softly filled the room. “Jensen I want to get on top and make love to you” you said as you encouraged him to get up. He laid on his back and you straddle his hips. You lined his length with your dripping wet folds and you slowly lowered yourself down. You gasped as you bottomed him out inside you. You slowly started to rock setting your pace. Your hands resting on his chest helping you stabilize. His hands were running up your thighs and your body until they reached your breasts. You moaned as he cupped them and you leaned down taking his lips onto yours. As you leaned back you quickened your pace slightly. You could feel your core tightening. You started to move faster chasing your release. “I’m close Jensen” you said breathlessly. “Me too, y/n” he said. As your release came so did his. You could feel his hot seed coating your walls. After catching your breath you climbed off and laid down next to Jensen. He kissed your lips and grabbed you close. You both laid there in silence for a few minutes just taking in the love. “Let’s get cleaned up sweetheart” Jensen said as he climbed out of bed. You watched him walk to the bathroom and come back with a washcloth. He cleaned you up and threw the washcloth into the laundry basket. You snuggled close to him and laid your head on his chest. He was drawing circles on your back and upper arm. “That was amazing, Jensen” you said softly. “No one has ever made love to me like that before.” He pulled you closer and said “that’s because I truly love you, y/n. Now and forever.”

You both laid in each other’s arms for almost an hour before you decided to get up and get dressed. Jensen helped you finish decorating the house and throughout the day you both would steal kisses or brush against each other playfully. There was lots of flirting and giggles while getting the house ready for the holidays. The final touch was placing the stockings on the fireplace. You found one for Jensen, the kids and his ex. He froze when he saw them. “Hey babe, can we get one for me and my kids too.” You asked while putting up the stockings. “Of course we can sweetheart. You all belong up here too.” He said walking to the mantle. You were hanging the last stocking and Jensen looked confused. It was her stocking. “What?” You asked him. “You know you don’t have to hang a stocking for her here” he said looking between you and the mantle. “Yes we do. She will always be their mother and it’s important she knows she’s welcome here and the kids see she is too. Besides, she’s family and family always has a place here.” You said standing back taking in the decorations. Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. “God I’m so lucky to have you. You have no idea how amazing you are. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Jens. Now let’s go get those stockings and grab some lunch out.” You said.

You both grabbed your coats and headed for the Impala. God she was beautiful and you loved seeing Jensen driving her. He drove into town and stopped at the store. He grabbed his sunglasses and hat and your hand. You both walked in hand in hand. Walking towards the Christmas decorations you found 3 stockings that looked just like the ones already at the house. Your face lit up and Jensen smiled shaking his head. “Let’s grab some junk food for later and I’ll grab some stuff to cook for dinner. You walked through the store grabbing everything you needed to cook Jensen dinner and he came back to the cart with cookies and ice cream smiling like a little kid. “Where’s the pie” you asked with a smirk. He frowned and said “they were out of pie”. “Aww poor baby, guess I’ll have to bake you one.” You said kissing his cheek. He smiled and kissed you gently. You two acted like teenagers in love walking through the store. You were trying to reach something on the top shelf and couldn’t reach it. Jensen came up behind you and grabbed it for you. You giggled as he kissed the top of your head. You two were so enamored with each other you didn’t notice the older woman staring at you. She let out a small chuckle and you both turned to look at her. “You two remind me of my Harry and I. So deeply in love. Hold on to him dear. You don’t find men like him to often.” She said looking at you. “Yes ma’am I’ll hold on to him forever.” You said smiling at her and taking Jensen’s hand. “And I’ll hold on to her too ma’am” Jensen said giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You finished up your shopping and went to check out. Once the groceries were paid for you helped Jensen load them into the car. Then climbed in the front.

“Okay, I’m starving let’s go eat.” You said. “Okay darlin” Jensen said with a little twang that made you giggle. He drove to a restaurant and y’all grabbed some lunch then drove home. You helped him carry the groceries in and started to put them away. As he’s unpacking the stuff for the pie he looked at you and said “Sweetheart, (batting his eyes) when are you going to bake that pie.” You smiled at him and simply said “soon”. You pulled the stockings out of the bag and started to arrange them on the mantle next to the others. You kept moving them around and started to get frustrated. Jensen walked in and saw your face and walked over to you. “What’s wrong babe” he asked. “I can’t figure out how to order the stockings. Do I put the parents first, do I put yours first and mine last with everyone else in the middle, do I put yours and mine together then the kids and your ex last?” You were saying through frustrated breaths. “Y/N, look at me” Jensen said grabbing your hand. “Don’t over think it. Put mine first, the kids in birth order, then my ex and then yours. That way we have our family between us.” You smiled and kissed him. “Thank you, Jensen. You’re a genius.” He chuckled softly and helped you arrange the stockings. As you finished you stepped back and looked at the mantle. It was perfect and just seemed to fit.

Jensen took your hand and sat down on the couch with you. He turned on the tree and you both sat there taking in the view. “Y/n, the house looks amazing. Thank you for doing this and making sure it’s ready for the kids.” Jensen said while pulling you close. “You’re welcome. I think we did an amazing job and I can’t wait for the kids to get here and see it. I’m looking forward to decorating with them and making memories together.” You said as you snuggled into his side. You sighed softly putting your head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of your head. “I love you, Jensen” “I love you too, y/n. So much.”

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Doe Eyes - CH13 - The View

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                You were following the tracks away from there. You fell behind everyone else. You were grateful to still be alive but somehow that deep pit in your gut, the one that screamed 'impending doom', still remained. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were about to die. It was like this dark looming cloud that followed over you, thundering and booming above. You didn't even realize how jumpy you were until a gruff voice sounded beside you.

        "Hey." Daryl said. You jumped.

        "Hey." You breathed.

        "Y'alright?" He asked.

        "Uh.." You cleared your voice and took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah, just, a little shaken up, I think?"

        "Yeah." He nodded. "We're safe now, though. All of us." He reassured.

        "We're never safe." You shook your head. " I thought being eaten by the dead was the biggest threat before I was almost eaten by people. They served us human  steak. We almost ate it."

        "We didn't, though. And we're still here."

        "I was next." You said sternly, stopping your footsteps in your tracks and glaring up at him. "And every breath I take, every step I take, every bit of my existence feels like borrowed time and -- and I cannot shake the feeling that I am about to die."

        "Gon' have to get used to it. 'Cause there's always gon' be somethin' or someone after us and we're always gonna survive."

        "I can't do this forever. "You argued. "Its too much."

        "Well, you're gonna have to!" He snapped, gripping your shoulders and shaking you. "You hear me? You ain't gonna be just another dead person I can add to  my list of regrets."

        You just stared up at him, teary eyed and silent. He sighed.

        "C'mon, we gotta keep movin'." He said as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you forward.

        You glanced over at him as you walked, all the bruises, cuts, and dirt littering his face and arms. A battered man, covered in the wounds of his battles. You guessed you were the same, limping with a broken rib, covered in scrapes and bruises, still trembling from your near death experience.

        "She was right, you know." You told him. He looked at you questioningly. "Beth, I mean. You're gonna be the last man standing."

        "Psh." He scoffed. "And you're gonna be right there with me." 

----

        Daryl stepped out of the brush to be met with guns trained on him. 

        "I surrender." He said, holding his arms up with strings of dead squirrels handing from each hand. Everyone lowered their weapons. He caught up to Rick. "No tracks, no nothin'." 

        He was talking about the night before, when he and Carol were off somewhere talking, away from the rest of the camp. They heard something, someone, out there, watching, lurking, preying. You stayed behind. Whatever it was, it wasn't your business, and it was probably related to the two people she killed at the prison. On a normal day, that would make you uncomfortable, given that you had the same illness that made their lives worth taking. However, you had bigger threats to be worried about, now.

        "So, whatever you heard last night..." Rick said.

        "It's more what I felt." Daryl corrected. "If someone was watchin' us, there would've been somethin'."

        Rick turned around and whistled for attention. "Keep close." He whispered. 

        Your paranoia was growing. You didn't kill everyone at Terminus, what if they were lurking in the shadows, waiting for their next meal? You shivered and shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the thoughts.

        "Ready to get some concrete under your feet?" Abraham asked Rick.

        "I think it's time." Rick agreed.

        "Sweet music to my ears, officer. Take the next road we come to, try tog et back to going north till we find a vehicle. Good?" Abraham suggested.

        "Good." Rick confirmed. "Tighten it up." He told you and Maggie and Glenn, who had fallen a little further behind. He was clearly worried about something, or someone. You looked around the trees, remembering something your grandma used to always say. 'Don't look at the trees for too long, 'cause not all trees are your friend.' Just some classic Appalachian folk lore, but you weren't in Appalachia, so you guessed it didn't apply here.

        You jogged a little bit to get toward the center of the convoy. At least if you were in the middle you wouldn't be picked off so easily, by whatever might be waiting for a moment of distraction or weakness. You sighed. Get it together, you thought to yourself. This paranoia will drive you crazy.

        "You okay?" Carol asked from beside you. 

        "Yeah." You smiled. "Just didn't sleep well."

        It wasn't a lie, you didn't. Your dreams were full of hungry dead people and mutilated human carcasses, the smell of grilled human flesh, and the sound of a bat hitting a skull and a blade slicing throats. To say the least, it didn't make for restful sleep. 

        "Help! Help! Anybody, help!" A male voice called off from the distance. Rick threw his hand up and everyone stopped, looking to him for answers as you all did.

        "Dad, come on! Come on!" Carl urged, attempting to drag his father toward the source of the cries, hoping to save someone from whatever atrocities awaited them.

        Rick gave in, and everyone ran toward the source of the noise. It was a man, a priest or something, trapped on top of a big boulder with snarling walkers all around him, desperately reaching for his flesh. Rick, Michonne, Carol, and Daryl each took down the four walkers, while everyone else slowly closed in on the scene. The man trembled atop the mass of rock, staring down at his rescuers with tears in his eyes. 

        "Come on down." Rick said. He slid down slowly, fearfully swallowing a breath as he studied everyone around him. "You okay?" Rick asked. The man held his finger up, as if to say 'one moment, please'. Then, he leaned over and let loose, spewing vomit all over the ground before him. Everyone either looked away or watched in disgust.

        "Sorry. Thank you. I'm Gabriel." He said after he had finished coughing and retching.

        "Do you have any weapons on you?" Rick asked. Gabriel laughed dryly and looked around.

        "Do I look like I would have any weapons?" He retorted.

        "We don't give two short and curlies what it looks like." Abraham interjected. 

        "I have no weapons of any kind." Gabriel clarified. "The word of God is the only protection I need."

        "Sure didn't look like it." Daryl said.

        "I called for help. Help came." Gabriel reasoned. "Do you have -- have any food? Whatever I -- I had left it just hit the ground." He stuttered. He was still breathless. You already disliked him. He was a weak defenseless little man.

        "We've got some pecans." Carl offered, extending his handful of nuts out to the man.

        "Thank you." Gabriel said as he gratefully took them from the boy. Judith started cooing in Tyreese's arms. Gabriel immediately looked over to the girl and smiled. "That's a beautiful child." He said. Nobody seemed to appreciate the compliment. "Do you have a camp?" He asked.

        "No." Rick said. "Do you?"

        "I have a church."

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        "So we're really gonna follow this guy?" You asked Daryl as the two of you trailed behind the group, who were all following Gabriel to his church.

        "Guess so." He shrugged.

        "Am I the only one who remembers what happened the last time we accepted someone's hospitality?" You scoffed.

        "Nah, but a place to stay for the night wouldn't hurt us." He said.

        "Neither would a sanctuary." You grumbled. He side eyed you for a moment.

        "There's a whole group of us and one of him." He assured you.

        "Yeah, until we get to his church and there's a whole group there waiting for us." You rolled your eyes.

        "Gotta trust Rick, man." 

        "It's not Rick that I don't trust."

----

        "Mind if we take a look around first?" Rick asked. Gabriel didn't protest so the lot of you surrounded the church while a few cleared the inside. When all was clear you all gathered in front of the church.

        "I spent months here without stepping foot outside the door. If you found someone inside, well, it would have been surprising." Gabriel said. 

        "Thanks for this." Carl thanked Gabriel.

        "We found a short bus out back." Abraham announced. "It don't run, but I bet we could fix that in less than a day or two. Father here says he doesn't want it. Looks like we found ourselves some transport. You understand what's at stake here, right?" He asked Rick.

        "Yes I do." Rick replied. 

        "Now that we can take a breath --" 

        "We take a breath, we slow down." Abraham cut Michonne off. Shit inevitably goes down."

        "We need supplies." She argued. No matter what we do next."

        "That's right. Water, food, ammunition." Rick agreed.

        "Some medical supplies, too." You added. A few people looked over at you. "I just mean, I have a broken rib so some sort of wrap would be nice. I'm sure general first aid would be pretty handy down the line, too. I got a jar of moonshine to clean wounds but that only does so much."

        "Short bus ain't goin' nowhere." Daryl reasoned to Abraham. As everyone filed inside, Abraham stayed put, clearly unhappy with the verdict. Glenn stopped in front of him.

        "One way or another, we're doing what Rick does. We're not splitting up again." He told him.

        "What he said." Tara said as she walked inside.

        "We wanna roll with ya, but, what she said." Bob added as he and Sasha walked inside.

        When inside, Rick got too questioning. "How'd you survive here for so long?" He asked. "Where did your supplies come from?"

        "Luck." Gabriel said. "Our annual canned food drive. Things fell apart right after we finished it. The food lasted a long time, then I started scavenging. I've cleaned out every place nearby. Except for one."

        "What kept you from it?" Rick inquired.

        "It's overrun."

        "How many?"

        "A dozen or so, maybe more."

        "We can handle a dozen." Rick nodded.

        "Bob and I will go with you." Sasha volunteered. "Tyreese should stay here, help keep Judith safe."

        "That'll be okay?" Rick asked Tyreese.

        "Sure." Tyreese nodded with a smile. "You ever need me to watch her, need anything for her, I'm right here."

        "I'm grateful for it." Rick told him. "And everything else." He added.

        "I'll draw you a map." Gabriel offered.

        "You don't need to." Rick said. "You're coming with us."

        Gabriel looked stunned. 

        "I'm not gonna be of any help. You saw me." He said. "I'm no good around those things."

        "You're coming with us." Rick repeated, more low and menacing.

        ----

        You and Daryl stayed behind with everyone else while Michonne, Rick, Gabriel, Sasha, and Bob went to loot for supplies. After a while, everyone spread out. Glenn, Maggie, and Tara went to the nearby town, Carol went off somewhere, and you and Daryl took watch outside. You paced the perimeter of the church together.

        "Dude's definitely hiding something." You said.

        "Mm." Daryl nodded. "Seems a little screwed up in the head, for sure."

        "He's so sweaty and nervous. And he kind of smells like hotdogs." You added. Daryl huffed a laugh.

        "Hotdogs?" He repeated. "Don't even remember what they smell like."

        "Not so great as a human fragrance." You giggled.

        "Didn't see no showers in there." Daryl reasoned.

        "God, that would be nice." You sighed. "A hot shower would be amazing."

        "Uhuh. And some nail clippers. Damn toenails are turnin' to talons." He joked.

        "Not to mention your stench." You smirked.

        "My stench? Couldn't pick you apart from a walker if I was blindfolded, that's for damn sure." He scoffed. You gasped.

        "You take that back. My body odor might be reminiscent of an onion but I don't smell rotten!"

        "I bet you right now if you walked into a heard they'd walk right around you. Probably think you're deader than they are." He teased. 

        "Oh, now you're asking for it." You laughed, picking up a fist full of crunchy leaves and tossing them at him.         

        "If leaves is all you got, you're in trouble." He said, digging his finger in the dirt and smearing it on your nose.

        "Oh, now you fucked up." You glared at him as you jabbed your thumb into his side. He jolted back, gripping at your arm as you poked his sides repeatedly. He tried not to laugh which only resulted in a weird, funny snorting noise as you tickled him. Eventually he gripped your wrist and held you back.

        "You're lucky you got a broken rib or I'd make you pay for that." He breathed.

        "Sure."  You rolled your eyes as the two of you kept walking around the small white building.

        "You think any of them people made it out of Terminus?" He asked.

        "Probably. We should've taken 'em all out like Rick said." You sighed. "No telling where they are or who they're tormenting now."

        "Well if they come after us, we'll be ready." He stopped, looking you in the eye. You studied him for a short time. He seemed so sure, but you weren't so confident. Those people were calculated and methodical. You didn't believe for a second they wouldn't come after you all for the worst kind of revenge.

        "If you're sure, I guess." You shrugged. He impulsively wrapped both hands around either side of your cheeks, holding your face so you couldn't look away from him.

        "We will." He assured. You cracked a little half smile. 

        "Yeah."  You whispered.

        He stared down at you for a moment. You weren't much shorter than him, but it was enough to notice. You never noticed how blue his eyes were before he had you there, calloused hands gripping your soft skin. It made you think of all the times he grabbed you before. You never saw him physical with anyone else, except maybe Beth and Carol, but it was different when it was with you.  

        "Enjoying the view?" You smirked, raising your eyebrows. He chewed at the inside of his lip as he slowly let you go, stepping back and resuming his pace around the church.