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đđđ đđđđđ ęĽ MAX VERSTAPPEN
summary. celebrating maxâs 4th title was not in your plans.
warnings. piastri!reader, max is kinda obsessed with reader, public s3x (?), unprotected pinv, fingering, just straight up dirty.
gabri speaks! iâve been thinking about mexico gp max and las vegas sealed the deal for me.
THEREâS A BRIEF moment of silence, of anticipation, and of complete confusion. The DJ had paused the setlist less than an hour in announcing there was a special guest appearance. Then as if on cue tonightâs race is plastered on the giant screen behind him and the words, âMax Verstappen,â echo throughout the nightclub. You resist the urge to roll your eyes knowing someone might be recording you, or your brother at least.
âI thought he was flying back?â You cover your mouth with your hand as you talk with your brother.
âI thought so too.â Your brother hums in your ear trying to hide his annoyed tone. Your brother got along with Max just fine but all he wanted was one night without F1 getting mentioned.
You on the other handâŚ
Youâd only been in the paddock a handful of times but every race weekend you had managed to have the worst encounter with the dutch man. The first time had been incidentally, you faintly recall the energy drink splashing all over your new dress. You knew from the get go that it had been an accident but when Max didnât as so much as a muster a quick sorry and instead went on his way you had no choice but to hate him.
âHeâs such a dick.â You murmur to yourself unaware your brother catches your words.
âBe nice.â Oscar motions towards the countless people recording him.
âIâm gonna get another drink.â You sigh.
The music resumes and you find yourself into a crowd of dancing couples. Your short orange dress sticks to you as you walk towards the bar. Itâd been a long night with your brother not getting the result he hoped for. The post race recap inside the garage had been brutal as well. You had watched as the championship slipped from Landoâs hands and Max claimed victory once again. It had been the worst two hours of your life to say the least. Youâre way too frustrated to even notice the man approaching you. In a split second youâre covered in something that smelled similar toâŚ
âAsshole.â You mumble.
âMini Piastri?â He gasps dramatically. âWhy are you here? I wouldnât think youâd be celebrating after tonight.â
âWell, the world doesnât revolve around you.â You scoff. âDoes it Max?â
âIâd argue that it does actually. Considering your mood, youâd be happier if your little boyfriend had actually managed to have a good race.â He taunts you.
âLook, can you get out of my way? I have to go clean up the mess you made.â You point towards the huge spots of alcohol on your dress.
You donât even wait for him to respond before pushing past him, brushing shoulders in the process, to head straight to the bathroom. You do your best to dodge those who already have had a bit too much to drink, unaware that the dutchman is right behind you. Itâs not until youâre opening the door and notice it takes a minute too long to close that you turn around and spot him. His white dress shirt is already half unbuttoned while his hair is a mess. You stare at him incredulously as he leaned against the sink.
âMax, you canât be in here.â You state bluntly.
âI donât recall you telling Lando to piss off when he followed you into the bathroom in Austin.â He counters.
âHow do- What?â Youâre taken aback by his words. How did he know?
He ignores your question choosing to walk towards you instead. Youâre now face to face with the man that had taken away your teamâs championship. His eye bags are dark and you can tell itâs been a while since heâs gotten a good needed break. His tousled hair falls perfectly on his head and by the way his arms flex you can tell heâs been putting extra effort into them at the gym. All of a sudden youâre nervous to be under his glare.
âDoes your brother know what you and Lando do in secret?â He questions.
âYou should leave.â You try to sound confident but your faltering voice exposes you.
Max just smirks at your words knowing he was getting under your skin. He still recalls the first time he ran into you, when he spilled half a can of red bull on you. He doesnât know why he didnât apologize but when he saw the anger in your face he realized why. You had looked so beautiful that day with the short orange sundress that did nothing to hide your cleavage. He still remembers the disappointment he felt when he saw you and Lando walk out of the restroom all disheveled. So, when he beat Lando tonight he felt absolutely no remorse.
His lips ghost yours for what feels like an eternity. Youâre frozen in place wondering how his lips would taste against yours. Maybe it was the alcohol or the way his arms flex around you but suddenly you needed to know what he felt like. His arm tentatively grazes yours as it sneaks down to your knees. A gasp finds itself leaving your lips as your legs spread open instinctively. He wants to make fun of you, of the way you melt under him so easily, but he knows better. He canât risk ruining the moment. Itâs when Max inches his fingers closer to your thighs that you suddenly realize whatâs happening. In a matter of seconds you push him off you and head out the door.
Youâre barely four steps out when Max yanks you back and you hit his built chest. This time he doesnât hesitate and grabs your jaw pulling your face towards his. Your lips meet in a heated kiss as his arms find their way around your waist. This time youâre the one that moves his hands from your wait to your ass. The confidence was beginning to build up and soon enough youâre tugging on his hair as his tongue enters your mouth.
âMaxâŚâ You moan and somehow it becomes the indicator that you want this. That you want him.
He pushes you flat against the cold brick of the hallway, the dimmed lights helping hide your bodies from the crowd. Youâre lucky he holds you up because your legs feel like jello and if he lets go you might lose your balance. His hands roam your waist, back, and neck before he moves your hair out of the way. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses around your neck as his hands work their way down to your legs. They slowly glide up until heâs playing with the hem of your short dress. You can already feel his growing erection press against your ass.
âTell me to stop and I will.â He groans against your ear.
You really want to tell him to fuck off but your body reacts differently. Youâre shocked when instead of telling him to call it a night all you murmur is keep going. In a matter of seconds your dress is being pulled up towards your waist. You canât help the whine that escapes your lips as he rubs your aching core through your panties.
âSo wet already.â He groans. âFor me or Lando?â
âShut up.â You still find it in you to annoy him.
To your surprise he doesnât hit you with another remark. Max had been an asshole to you long enough. Now, that you were in front of him practically falling apart he didnât want to ruin the moment. Thereâs a brief moment of silence before his hand carefully moves your panties to the side exposing your core to the cool breeze. Your legs spread instinctively as his fingers tempt your folds. His fingers collect your slick as he explores you, the wet sound making him groan against you. Slowly, he brings one of his fingers to your hole entering it carefully.
âFuck.â He moans against your ear as your cunt wraps tightly around his finger.
âMa- Max. So close.â Youâre barely able to say.
You let out a loud whine as he curls his finger inside of you leading to your climax. You come around his fingers as you coat them with your wetness. His fingers slowly move toward your mouth and you donât hesitate as you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself. He almost comes undone as you lick his fingers seductively. Aggressively he grabs your jaw and kisses you. He groans as he tastes you.
You feel the tip of him first as he runs it up and down your folds teasing you. Your hands are weak against the wall as his tip approaches your aching hole. He enters you slowly, holding you tightly in the process. He stops halfway through not wanting to hurt you but when he hears your dirty moans he continues. Your nails dig tightly into his arms as he fills you up completely. Heâs quite big and the new sensation has you spiraling trying your best to not fall against him. He takes advantage of your weakness and attacks your neck again making sure to leave love bites around your collarbone.
âFuck, Max. Youâre so big.â You whine without thinking.
You feel his dick twitch inside you at that. Your voice has him in a trance as he tries his best to not just start thrusting inside of you. Itâs not until you start pushing your ass against him that he almost pulls out fully before thrusting back into you. His hands grip your ass tightlyâsurely leaving marks for tomorrowâas your cunt squeezes him. Heâs never felt such a thrill, at least since Abu Dhabi, you were your own feeling. He couldnât believe you had finally opened up to him in many ways you were way better than winning another trophy. Many curses escape your lips as he finds the perfect pace inside of you.
He manages to bend you over leading to the perfect position and somehow heâs even deeper inside of you. He grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he speeds up inside of you. His hand trails back to your cunt and slowly he starts playing with your folds. The feeling of his cock inside of you and fingers rubbing your folds is intense and you find a camisole feeling in your stomach approach you. You squeeze him tightly as his dick hits the right spot and you find yourself coming undone. Youâve never had an orgasm so intense in your life you donât even notice how you coat his dick with your wetness.
Max isnât far behind and speeds up at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Your nails dig behind you at the overstimulation and stretch of his cock. Max hisses at the sensation finding it the tipping point. Itâs not long before you feel his dick twitch inside of you and in a matter of seconds you feel him spill his seed inside of you. He grunts as he empties himself and as he pulls out. He pulls you up adjusting your dress in the process.
You bite your lip as he zips up his pants. The aftermath of your little rendezvous is different. Usually with others you donât stay long enough to watch them dress themselves. But then you notice Max struggling with the buttons on his dress shirt and you find your hands on his chest again. You only button half of the shirt before stepping back. Neither of you say a word but the silence manages to speak for you both. You decide itâs time to go back but before you can take a step Max pulls you in for a final kiss before he leaves.
Youâre barely able to walk back towards the VIP lounge and stumble multiple times in the process. You try your best to brush your hair down and fix your dress as you come closer to your brotherâs booth. You sit down carefully unaware your brother is staring at you wide eyed and wondering why it took you almost an hour to get a drink. You shift awkwardly in your seat as Lily begins telling you both about her mixup at the airport. You turn around briefly as she goes into detail when you notice Max walking past your table. You keep your composure not wanting to expose your actions of the night but you shouldâve known better. Oscar almost bursts out laughing at Maxâs completely unbuttoned shirt.
âLandoâs gonna be pissed.â Your brother smirks.
âHow do-â Did everyone know? âOh, fuck off.â
The night progresses with your brother ordering countless bottles of Dom PĂŠrignon. Itâs almost five in the morning when Max takes the stage again with the DJ playing a remix of Super Max. As if on cue someone hands him a bottle of champagne and it doesnât take long for him to start spraying it amongst those on the dance floor. You watch attentively as his chest shows the marks you left completely unaware of how your phone buzzes for the hundredth time that night.
9 missed calls from Lan
Lan: Tonight was shit.
Lan: Come over?
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Oh god please write the timebomb fic!!! (or several lol)
ŕł pairing: ekko/jinx
ŕł wc: 5k
ŕł summary: "Always a dance with you, huh?" Or: two years after the battle versus Noxus, Ekko receives an unexpected visitor.
ŕł author notes: ask and you shall receive!!! I wrote this in one sitting in some weird ass haze and barely edited it, but this is the most fun I had in a long while so I hope you enjoy!!!
ŕł read it on ao3 | listen to the playlist
The first few days after the battle, Ekko doesnât rest. He barely sleeps or eats, or allows himself time to think.Â
He canât.Â
Thereâs too much to do. The dead are in their dozens. His Firelights took a major hit, and he knows that for the next few months his fingers will be numb from painting their pictures on the mural day in and out. So many who could have lived but didnât. So many could have had better futures. But if he just runs, if he keeps pushing on, he can outrun these regrets and his grief, too. This way, he doesnât remember Viâs heartbroken expression when she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug after the fight, blood and sweat still clinging to her, her words choked when she told himâ
Four seconds.Â
He could have saved her. He would have hauled her snarky ass out of that tunnel, ripped that bomb from her hands. He would haveâ
He runs from those thoughts, too. They suffocate him, and Ekko has too much to fix to be suffocated by his grief right now.Â
He sure as hell didnât fight for Piltover. He fought for Zaun, for Firelights. Because he knew Ambessa Medarda would never settle for anything other than complete subjugation. She would have destroyed Ekkoâs home. She was already busy murdering and imprisoning their people, and nothing but complete eradication would have followed in her wake.Â
Ekko did it for⌠her. The blue-haired symbol of defiance, of uprising. A loud declaration that they wonât live under Piltoverâs oppression forever, that theyâll reach greater things one day and wonât be silenced. They wonât wait for permission to breathe again. Itâs what she would have wanted, he convinces himself, even though part of him knows Jinx would have enjoyed the chaos of the fight more. Or maybe not. Not since that little girl. Not since he had to save her from herself over and over again, only to lose her anyway.Â
Undercity mourns her. Her visage is everywhere. Jinx the Saviour. She would have hated it, he thinks wryly. She never got to see just how loved she was.Â
Maybe he should have grabbed her and ran away. Maybe he should have let the world go to hell and saved her instead. The thought, born of fatigue, lingers only for a few fleeting seconds, a rare moment of selfishness amidst a day spent fixing the world around him.Â
Maybe, maybe, maybe. If only he had tried harder when they were kids and saved her from Silco. If only he didnât give up on her.Â
Sheâs always been his biggest maybe. And now theyâll never be more. Not this version of them. Never him and her as they were.Â
Aw, are you gonna mope now, boy saviour?
âYouâre not here.â
It punches clean through his chest. The realisation of it. The sheer, horrible weight. Heâll never see her again.Â
Constants and variables, Benzo told him once. Constants and variables, young Ekko.
A week after the battle versus Noxus, Ekko sinks to his knees inside his room, exhausted and heartbroken, and sobs.Â
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Things begin to settle. Slowly, at first, the city might have been gutted after the battle but not destroyed, the morale low but hopeful. Hexgates are gone, and Ekko is glad when he finds out. He doesnât want to see or hear anything about the arcane for a while. No magic in the world could fix the pain festering in his chest.Â
Sevika, Silcoâs old second-in-command and once his sworn enemy, comes to him two weeks after the attack.Â
âTheyâre making me a council member,â she says, grunting when she falls into the tiny wooden chair inside his room.Â
Sheâs always been a threatening figure, power rippling from every shift of her body, but Ekko isnât sure he wants to fight anyone right now. Nor does she seem interested in strangling him. She lights a cigarette, her scarred features set in a fearsome scowl.Â
âAnd?â he asks for anything better to say. âHow is that any of my business?â
Sevika exhales through her nose, reminding him of an angry bull, all smoke and steely resolve. âIâm the only one presenting Zaun or her interests.âÂ
Ekko almost rolls his eyes. Of course she is. The Council is simply falling over themselves to fix the situation. After months of harassment and oppression, false arrestments and beatings, they asked them to bleed for Piltover and its interests with nothing but the bare minimum courtesy extended towards them afterwards.
âI could use you, kid,â Sevika continues, and Ekko forces his anger away, loosening his fists. âExactly for that reaction. Youâre smart as hell, and been a pain in my ass for years. Pilties will try to walk all over us again in a few monthsâ time. You and I both know it. We gotta beat them in their own game. Not let them silence us again. I could use someone like you. Be my adviser. Youâll have a direct line to the Council. Weâll make an actual change. Itâs better than whatever this is.â
Ekkoâs expression sours at her words while Sevikaâs gaze flicks around his room in contemplation. He works all day to a point of exhaustion, then passes out. Itâs the only way heâs been able to continue, day in and day out. Being in a leadership position means you canât take time off to grieve. Too many people are relying on him. Itâs bad enough that he accidentally abandoned his people for months without meaning to. The guilt he still feels over everything has been nearly suffocating.Â
Itâs a good gig, hero! You should do it and be a thorn in her side.
Ekko blinks the flash of blue from his vision, rubbing his brow just as Sevika adds: âItâs what she would have wanted, you know.â
A jolt of electricity runs through him. Everyone, even Vi, has been avoiding mentioning Jinx in front of him. Â
His jaw clenches. âYou donât know that.â
âKid, I know what not letting go looks like,â she says, and it almost sounds compassionate, or as close to it as someone like her can get. âWe had our differences in the past, I know as muchââ
âYou killed my people,â Ekko snaps. âDo you know how many lives you destroyed with Shimmer?â
âSure do,â she replies listlessly, smoke billowing past her lips. âI wonât try to justify my actions to you. But yâknow, when you were gone, Jinx united Zaun in a way I havenât seen since Vander. Beats me how she did it, but people believed in her. Even your Firelights.â
It mirrors everything heâs seen and heard for weeks. Jinx freeing their people, Jinx the Saviour, the beacon for their new future. The one who set and lived by extreme examples, who made Piltover back off and take the Undercity seriously. Because they all finally realised that there can never be peace without a fight. She should be here to fight this battle with him. Ekko should be busy arguing with her that blowing up another building will not make things right. He shouldnât be walking around with her ghost a step behind him, tormenting him with ideas of what could and should have been.Â
âAnd now sheâs dead!â
His ears ring, his chest heaves, and he clutches his thudding heart, willing it back in its cage. He didnât mean to come undone so easily.Â
âYeah. Yeah, she is,â Sevika says, and thereâs a grimness to her when she says it, an unexpected pain buried somewhere deep in her gruff voice that makes Ekko see her differently. âI get it.â
âNo,â he whispers, pained. âYou donât.â
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Seven months pass before Ekko finally picks up a brush for her.Â
He sleeps better at night but not without nightmares. Not without remembering Powder from the alternative universe and how they danced. How sweet her kiss felt. Not without that memory smearing to finding Jinx with a grenade in her hand, again, ready to disappear, go somewhere he could never reach her.Â
Ekko still hears the detonation in his ears, over and over, on a sickening loop. His mind likes to torture him with ideas he failed to save her. That no matter what he does, or how he mends time, sheâs forever out of reach. His blue beacon, his lighthouse he can never find in the depthless ocean of reality.Â
Many have drawn her, but he still thinks that no one knows the exact hue of her hair or the wicked shine in her eyes better than him. Heâs spent an entire lifetime examining them, looking for them in a sea of thousands.Â
Their city is rebuilding. He agreed to Sevikaâs request after a few days of contemplation. Caitlyn Kirammanâs expression when he ambled into the Council room was worth the additional burden now on his shoulder. But sheâs changed too, matured, and now fills her position as the Councilâs leader well.Â
Ekko wonât forget how she allowed his friends to be imprisoned, tortured, and, in some cases, killed, but her regret made her side with him and Sevika more often than not during voting, and maybe he could at least one day forgive her. Another maybe. For Vi, if nothing else, who clearly loves the blue-haired woman fiercely.Â
The barren wall stares at him. Heâs painted Powder before, but this is different. One day, his friend, his dearest friend, was simply gone. Without a goodbye, in a wake of tragedy. The life Ekko once had disintegrated beneath his feet overnight. Benzo killed. Vander dead. Mylo and Claggor too. Vi died as well. Or so he believed for years. Powder was missing until a different knife was delivered to him weeks later, when the word on the street spread about Silco being seen with a little girl with blue hair.Â
Ekko sighs, hanging his head. The city is healing, but he isnât, or at least not as quickly.Â
He runs his hand over the white wall, picturing Jinx as he saw her last, those precious hours between talking her down from the abyss and their joint attack on Noxian forces. It felt so good to rely on her again, to stand with her, side by side. As natural as breathing.Â
Youâre the order to my chaos, hero.Â
âLeave me alone,â he says quietly, head hung low. âItâs been months.â
A figment of Jinx chortles, arms crossed over her chest as she leans back against the wall. You would get bored to death without me. Ha! Get it?Â
Shooting a glare at her, Ekko picks up a brush, his fingers quivering. Tears burn in his eyes when he dips the brush into the paints he painstakingly mixed. He works, and works, until his eyes are dry and his wrist hurts. Ekko doesnât stop until he loses light and when he steps back, he is looking at Jinx. Equal parts chaos and something ethereal.Â
He wipes angrily across his mouth when he tastes saltiness pooling there and goes home.Â
Thereâs no sleep that night.Â
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Time is a strange thing. It weaves and flows. Without his Z-Drive, he has no control over it. Time simply goes on, and heâs the passenger in a vehicle he doesnât want to move.Â
Heâs important these days. Heâs one of the few bright minds still left, and heâs endlessly busy with something. City of Progress needs every mind that can be spared. Wounds heal, and time dulls the memory, but not everything is so easily forgotten. Piltover moves quicker, but the Undercity erects a statue for Jinx beside Vanderâs. He sees Vi at the ceremony, and they exchange strained smiles. They speak sometimes, but itâs not as often as it used to be. Theyâre both dealing with their grief the best they can.
At least Vi has Cait. Ekko has nothing but a cold bed and purpose.Â
He and Sevika make a good team. It almost makes him wonder what could have been in a universe where they were on the same side from the start. His Zaun, cracked but not broken, is resembling the bright version of the Zaun and Piltover he saw in the alternative verse. There're years of work still left, but thereâs something like hope in him, fragile and misplaced as it might be.Â
A year passes. Then two. He visits the graves; he lights candles for those lost. Some days Ekko sees her, other days he doesnât. He hopes for a glimpse, even when he knows he shouldnât. It should be easier to let go of what you never had, right?Â
His mural for Jinx grows. Other faces join her, people who died believing in her, surrounding the one they placed their trust in. And, at the centre of it all, her, her, her.Â
Still her.Â
Always her.Â
.Â
Heâs not sure what arouses him. He hasnât slept well in years, perpetual exhaustion clinging to him like a shawl. Some would call it the weight of living, no doubt.Â
Thereâs a shift in the air, a disturbance thatâs not enough to make Ekko jolt awake and reach for a weapon, but enough to make his eyes flutter open. He breathes the cool air, pushing his grogginess away.Â
Thereâs a shape at the foot of his bed. Small and round. It takes several seconds for his vision to adjust, for him to realise that a hooded figure sits perched on his bed, knees pulled to their chest.
Ekko hasnât had to rely on his battle instincts in two years, but thereâs enough left in him to attack without hesitation. His fingers tangle in the cloak, shoving the figure down, his knee pressing harshly into their abdominal, hands seeking the intruderâs throatâ
âWow, little man, you sure know how to roll out the welcoming mat,â the all too familiar voice drawls before his fingers tighten instinctively around the slender, warm throat.Â
A haggard breath forces from Ekkoâs parted mouth. In the wild struggle, the strangerâs hood has slipped down, revealing a familiar face with a startling crop of blue hair. His heart squeezes painfully, forcing him away from Jinxâs apparition.Â
âLeave me alone,â he croaks, rubbing his eyes till his vision swims. âJust leave me alone! I donât want to see you anymore!â
âHuh, fine. I thought after two years, the welcome would be a tad warmer. Brrr.â
Ekko pushes himself to his feet, stumbling away, watching warily as the young woman sits back up, picking at her messy hair. She looks different. A little older than Jinx from his visions or memories. Her hair is longer, though nowhere near the same length she once had braided into two twin braids. She swings her leg back and forth, another pulled up to her chest while she watches him. And⌠her eyes. Ekko was the last person to see her with blue eyes before their battle on the bridge. The last time he saw Jinx alive, they were a dangerous, burning violet.Â
Now, even with the shade of the night, theyâre a muddy mix between the blue he once knew, and the piercing violet that made her so deadly. As if that restless edge in her has calmed down and settled.Â
Ekkoâs chest heaves as he stumbles back a step.Â
âSooooââ she begins.
âYouâre alive.â
Jinx shrugs her shoulders. âYup. Clearly. In the flesh even,â she crows, but itâs more muted when compared to the wildness he once faced off against.Â
His hand flies to his stomach, and Ekko distantly wonders if heâs about to throw up in front of a girl heâs spent his entire life loving.Â
Mercifully, his stomach settles, but his heart beats so loudly he can hear the blood rushing in his skull.Â
âYouâre alive,â he repeats, harder this time. âItâs been two years.â
âYeah.â
She doesnât offer more than that, but thereâs a shadow over her narrow face. Sheâs healthier. Thereâs more weight on her bones, her skin has lost some of the pallidness. As if someone took Powder and Jinx, split them clean down the middle, and fused them into one body. Stronger, more self-reassured, less teetering on the brink.Â
âWould have written but mail is crappy where I was,â she jokes, her voice a familiar, drawling litany. âBesides, this is so much more mysteriousââ
He closes the distance between them in two steps. His room isnât big but he would have walked, ran, sprinted if needed to close the distance between them. His arms wrap around her and Ekko squeezes her so tightly he hears a small breath escape Jinx. Sheâs solid and warm. Smells faintly of sea and something metallic. Ekko buries his face in the soft crook of Jinxâs neck, gasping for breath.Â
âWoah, hero, youâre gonna break my ribs,â she whispers, but her arms wind around him, more careful, unsure. âI thought you hated me?â
Even when he releases her, Ekkoâs hands linger on her, go to her face, examining her through the crack of light illuminating his room.Â
âI saw you,â he breathes, devastated. âI saw you everywhere. I hoped to see you everywhere.â
Something flickers over her face, an unknown thing, secretive and distant as sheâs always felt to him.Â
âGeez, seeing things? And they call me crazy.â
âYouâre not crazy.â
Thereâs such vehemence in his voice it startles them both. Jinx nibbles on her inner cheek, searching his face cautiously. âI thought youâd be mad.â
Ekko laughs, a low huff of amusement. âDo you think I care for you so little, huh?â
Too late he realises heâs without a shirt, and is, in fact, mostly bare before the girl heâs harboured a crush on for years. Near boyish shyness forces Ekko back, making him clear his throat. His hands tremble when he reaches for a discarded t-shirt, hoping it doesnât smell bad when he pulls it over his head. When he glances at her over his shoulder, Jinx is still there, still watching him, though thereâs a thoughtful air around her.Â
When she notices him looking, she offers him a sarcastic grin.
âNo need to get shy, stud.â
âShut up,â he grumbles.
He plops down on his unmade bed, watching her watch him. Her face is half hidden by her arms propped on her bent knee, but the silence between them isnât awkward. Theyâre taking each other in, taking in the changes that have touched them both in the last two years.
âWhy come back now?â he asks, eventually.Â
Jinx blinks, near feline-like, dropping her head back to stare at his ceiling as if it may offer an answer. âIâm a crappy friend, but not that crappy. Happy birthday, wonder boy.â
Thereâs a creak in his heart, a lightness in his ribcage, a balloon of affection despite their troubled history that inflates just for her. âYou remember my birthday?â
She makes a sound at the back of her throat. Glances at him from the corner of her eye. âWell, we picked it together, silly, so sure I do.â Shadows fall over her features when she angles her head away. âI⌠I never thought I would come backâthat it was better this way.â
âIâm glad you did.â
Something close to a smile ghosts over her face at his response. Ekko canât rip his gaze away from her. He fears that if he does, heâll wake up and sheâll be gone again, and heâll have to relive the agony of losing her again.Â
âDoes Viââ
âNo. No. And itâs better this way.â
âButââ
âDrop it, Ekko. Please.â
He does. Because this is too good to be true, and he doesnât want this to end. Emotions mix inside him, battling for dominance, so he sits there, letting them all wash over him.Â
âYouâve been busy,â she says abruptly, nodding her head in the general direction of the outside world. âTheir new wonder boy. Iâm not surprised. Youâve always been good at creating things. Good things.â
âAnd youâve always been good at fixing them,â he says.Â
Ekko thinks back on the countless times she helped him to fix up old rubbish others have discarded and sell them in Benzoâs shop as small treasures. It feels, now, like a lifetime ago. In a sense, it has been.Â
She snorts; itâs an ugly, hateful sound. âNot always.â
Thereâs weight to how she says it. Pain lingers in each syllable, more so a whispered confession. Sheâs thinking of others, those lost through accidents or her own direct involvement.Â
âIâm sorry about Isha,â Ekko says carefully, thumb pressing into the hollow of his bare knee. He itches to take her hand, to smooth his thumb over her knuckles instead, but he doesnât. Sheâs never been his to touch. âVi told me about her.â
Jinx shrinks, turning away and he mentally curses. A sore spot even years later. Understandably so.Â
âI⌠shit. Sorry.â
âWhatâs with the long face?â she exclaims suddenly, jumping to her feet and twirling. Her hands drop to her hips and she grins at him, all mischief. âCâmon, we gotta get out of here.â
Ekko squints. âUh, what?â
âItâs your birthday, silly,â she says, like it should be obvious. âWeâre going to spend the day together.â
.
Jinx keeps her hood up, her gait steady. Any sign of blue tucked away. Sheâs changed her attire to draw less attention, and as they walk in the hazy dawn light towards the bridge separating the sister cities, it feels almost normal. Casual. Not at all like the last time they spoke, they were about to fight side by side in a battle for their lives. Not at all like he spent two years thinking sheâs dead. That still stings, but knowing how she felt back then, the state she was in before he talked her down from the edge, the pain sheâs been through, Ekko canât bring himself to feel resentful. He only wants to hold her and tell her itâll be okay because sheâs not alone.Â
âYouâre not saying, are you?â he asks, hands in his pockets.Â
âNope,â she replies, popping the p. âCanât.â
Words rush to his tongue. Insistence that she can and should stayâthat thereâs space here for her, not just in his life, but in the new Zaun heâs helping to shape. He almost admits it to her then. That heâs built this for her and the ones they lost along the way.Â
Ekko continues walking, staring at the ground, noticing too late sheâs fallen behind. He peers over his shoulder and freezes when he notices whatâs caught her attention. The mural. Welcoming anyone coming into Zaun. Her face, slightly younger but now immortalised, peers back at them.Â
âYou drew this.â
He loosens a breath. âYeah, I did. I, uh, justâŚâ
Jinx reaches for her own face, fingertips ghosting over the painted wall. Thereâs tension on her face when she turns to look at him, something piercing and hard and thoughtful. Same pinch to her eyebrows he saw earlier in his bedroom.Â
âI wonât let them take you,â he says softly. âIf they came for you. I would fight for you.â
She doesnât break their eye contact. âI know. You shouldnât, but I know you would.â
âThen stay.â
She saunters forward, stopping only when theyâre almost chest to chest. âIâm not her, yâknow? The other me. The one you love.â
He smiles, huffing a small breath, refocusing on her and her small pout. Ekko reaches forward, tucking a few stray strands back under Jinxâs hood, lingering for a beat. âI wasnât her Ekko, either. Thatâs why I came back. I like this version of you just fine. But just so weâre clear, every version of you is a pain in my ass.â He tugs on a small braid, grinning when she shoots him an annoyed glare and slaps his hand away. âBut I wonât have it any other way. Wait, no. It sure as hell would be simpler if you didnât try to kill me anymore, but I guess Iâll deal with that, too.â
Jinx snorts, absently reaching for the spot he touched, her gaze softer than before. âHa! You hit like a girl, by the way. I never got to tell you.â
âYou tried to blow us up.â
âEh,â she whines. âThat was one time. You gotta let that go.â
Ekko exhales a small laugh and realises he hasnât smiled or laughed this much in years. Joy was leeched from him with her absence, and while he did his duties, there was no security of Jinxâs usual push and pull to keep him balanced and focused. Even when they were enemies, hunted each other down and attacked each other, they existed on opposite sides of a perfectly balanced sphere.Â
Her nearness, the relief of having her there, overshadows the darker recollection of that afternoon when she tried to blow them up more than once. Memories so painful Ekko wishes to scrub them from his mind forever, yet they remain seared into his psyche.Â
She grabs his elbow, dragging him forward, breaking the surrounding gloom. âCome on then,. Things to do, things to see.â
And Ekko does what heâs done since they were young. He follows her. Because they might not have tomorrow.
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The day goes by too fast. Almost a blur. A series of snapshots Ekko will lock away in his mind forever. He never expected heâd get to do this again. This is something his younger self could have only dreamt about once. When they dreamt of simpler things; flashy toys and delicious sweets, things only a young boy could fantasise about, aside from a loving home, because at least that much he had.Â
They walked and talked and joked around, eating street vendor food all day. Ekko knows theyâre pushing their luck, but he canât help himself. Jinx grew up here. This is her home too, and he wants to show her the progress theyâve made. Thereâs something comfortable about her snarky commentary and ill-timed jibes at the Council members. She asks about Vi only once, in relation to Cait, and Ekko tells her the truth.Â
Theyâre happy. Theyâre together. She nods, satisfied, and moves on.
âWe should go see Jericho next.â Itâs an offhand suggestion while they walk the newly paved river path. Now people from the Undercity can enjoy the same luxury of having a peaceful sidewalk to take their kids down. Itâs amazing how itâs the small things that bring people happiness.Â
âCanât,â Jinx replies, glancing towards the setting sun. Her smile twists; itâs still a smile, but itâs sad, in a way. âSorry, hero.â
He takes several seconds to speak. âSo, youâre leaving anyway.â
âYes. I told you I canât stay.â
âItâs a pity, then.â
She tilts her head. âWhy?â
Damn her for even asking. Damn her and all the shitty circumstances for keeping them apart. Damn her for picking him during that game of hide and seek years ago. Damn her for being there for him and not being there at the same time. Damn her for being his entire world for years. Even when Ekko thought he hated her, he wasnât free of her. He never could be. His girl with blue hair.Â
Heâs in love with her, in every possible way, but they both know they canât work like this. Thereâs too many ghosts for Jinx here, and despite the changes, Ekko canât promise her she wonât get dragged off to Stillwater the moment authorities find out sheâs alive after all.Â
Ekko frowns, clenches his fists, and walks away.Â
But sheâs like an anchor to him. He stops several paces away, tied to her. âYouâre gonna break my heart.â
Theyâve been everything from friends to enemies and strangers to reluctant allies again. So much of his life has revolved around her. Continues to revolve around her. Past and present. But if Jinx sends him away now, if she walks away, Ekko will let her go. Because he can finally rest easy, knowing she is alive and well, even if theyâre apart.
âIn any other universe, I might have loved you,â she breathes.Â
He pivots towards her, his nostrils flaring. âLove me in this one,â he insists, reaching for her. Ekko cups her cheeks, tilting her head until her hood slips back down, exposing her blue hair to the setting sun. Heâs glad thereâs no one in sight because he canât think straight right now. âChoose me now. Ask me to go away with you. Ask me.â
He presses his forehead to hers. Jinxâs empty gaze appears glazed over, her thoughts far away no matter how hard he tries to grip her and hold her close.Â
âI donât deserve you, boy saviour,â she whispers emptily. âYouâre good.â
âNo one decides for me, Jinx. Not even you.â
She blinks owlishly, searching his wild stare, a pained expression on her face, her fingers knotting against her chest. âWhat if you donât want me after a while? Iâm⌠different and if I get bad again... What ifââ
âAsk me, damnit.â
Jinx loosens a shaky breath, jumping through a hundred micro-expressions in a few seconds. A painful mix between hope and dread.Â
âCâŚâ Her eyes squeeze shut. âCome with me.â
Ekko sags in relief. âYes.â He holds her, wraps his arms around her despite the unsure way she folds against him. As if sheâs unsure where to put her hands. If she should. âYes, Iâll come with you. I donât care if youâre different. I want you as you are, okay? No matter where we are.â
A tremulous breath wheezes past Jinxâs lips. But with that, she melts into him, burying her face against him. Her embrace grows desperate and tight, a tremble shuddering through her body.Â
âAlways a dance with you, huh?â he says after a moment.
She chuckles, the sound warming his collarbone. âAnd you still got two left feet, boy wonder.â
Constants and variables, young Ekko, Benzo told him once. Everything bad that can happen in this universe might come to pass, but so might everything good.
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an: ahh I know this isn't really my usual offering but I really hope you guys enjoyed, it's been a while since i've cared enough about canon/canon ship to do this.
#arcane#ekko x jinx#timebomb#ekkojinx#arcane fic#asks#thank you for asking anon!! just a tiny 'sort of fix-it'
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This wasnât planned || USWNT x pregnant!teen!reader
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Warning Teen pregnancy, morning sickness, cravings, long painful labour and delivery
Summary You fall pregnant very unexpectedly and feel like your falling but your teammates are there to pick you up
A/N Iâve done three different versions of this now with different teams but this is the final one đŤśđť
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âY/N, whatâs wrong hun?â Emily asked as she walked into the bathroom, heating your wracked sobs.
Emily was like your sister, having known you from the US team and Arsenal. You two even lived together in England.
You showed her the pregnancy test, her jaw dropping as she saw pregnant.
You werenât surprised at her reaction, after all you were only sixteen. You donât think anyone really expects you to be pregnant so young, but here you were.
âI did it once, Em. I was at that stupid party I told you about and I hooked up with a guy. It wasnât even that long. Twenty second if that. And he wore a condom! I donât get what happened.â You sobbed, Emily holding your shaking body.
âI know, hun. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â Emily whispered repeatedly, stroking your hair. âThe girls will be with you the whole way through. I promise. Iâll help you.â
You didnât believe her at first, thinking that everyone would judge you.
But surprisingly, Emily was right.
You had no choice but to tell the team, some of them bringing up that you were constantly sick, especially in the mornings.
âY/N, are you okay? I saw you run in here.â Sophia asked as you continued to throw up in the toilet.
She rubbed your back as you threw up, holding your hair back too.
âHun, youâve been sick every single day this week. Are you sure youâre okay?â
You debated whether to lie or not, but you figured youâd be telling her soon anyway.
âIâm pregnant.â You revealed.
âOh my god⌠hun, this is big. Iâm here for you, okay?â
âThank tou.â You sent her a weak smile before hugging her.
The reactions of the others was similar, promising theyâll help with whatever they could.
There was one person though who you had to tell, Alex.
Alex Morgan was like your mum. After growing up without a mother, Alex took on that role when you joined the USWNT.
In the year you played together, the two of you became so close.
Since sheâd retired, you rang her to see if you could meet her somewhere and you agreed a small coffee shop.
You were nine weeks already, the party having been nine weeks ago, so you were starting to show the most tiniest bit hence why you had started to wear baggier clothes.
âHi, hun!â Alex cheered as you walked though the door.
âHey, Al.â You sighed, melting into the hug.
You got caught into a conversation when you finally got the confidence to reveal the pregnancy.
âSo⌠I have some news and I donât reallyâŚâ you began, feeling tears well in your eyes.
âYouâre pregnant?â Alex guessed, your eyes widening in shock.
âYeah. How did you know?â
âI know you, Y/N. The Y/N I know doesnât wear baggy clothes and she certainly doesnât not order coffee.â Alex explained, looking at you noticing how emotional you looked. âIâm so proud of you. Youâre so good with Charlie, I just know youâre going to be a good mama.â
âThanks, Alex.â You said between cries
âIâm pregnant too.â Alex revealed
âAre you actually?â
âItâs still really early. Iâm gonna announce it when I retire from club football.â Alex said. âSo, weâll have each others backs, huh?â
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âEm?â You shouted from the living room to Emily who was stood making lunch for you both.
âYeah?â
âCan you please get the marmite for me. Bubbaâs really craving it.â You said, rubbing your now seven month bump.
âEww, marmite?â Emily replied, grabbing it from the cupboard anyway and bringing it through to you.
âNot my fault.â You told her and she nodded, understanding.
Just as you opened the lid, a knock was heard at the door.
Emily got up to answer it, Alessia and Lotteâs voices filling the house.
âHiya, Y/N, hiya bubba. Theyâve got so big!â Alessia exclaims as she settles on the couch next to you.
âHi.â You greet back, your mouth full of marmite.
âNew craving by any chance?â Lotte asked and you nodded.
âThis is the fourth jar this week.â Emily added as you grinned cheekily.
âItâs not my fault the bubba wants it.â
Your phone started ringing and you picked it up to see it was Alex ringing you.
âHey Al.â You said, lifting yourself off the couch and walking towards your room.
âHey hun, how you feeling? Emily said bubbaâs been kicking you every night.â
âAlex, they wonât stop. I swear, itâs like they do it at night on purpose.â You said, collapsing onto your bed after the difficult journey up the stairs.
âWhatâs wrong? You sound out of breath.â
âIâve just walked up the stairs.â You replied, Alex humming, also agreeing with how you were feeling. âAnyways, how are you?â
âBroke, but Iâm okay.â Alex said
âWhy are you broke?â
âBecause Iâve just booked plane tickets to come see one of my favorite girls in England.â Alex responded, a clear smile evident in her voice.
âAlex⌠no.â You said, shocked.
âYes, Iâve missed you so much, hun. I want to come see you before bubba is born.â
âOh my god! When do you come? Iâm canceling everything.â
The conversation carried on about when Alex was coming and what you were going to do.
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You were now approaching the nine month stage.
You were exhausted to say the least. You were tired of being pregnant, you just wanted your baby here already.
You had asked Emily if you could go with to Colney today, wanting to see the Arsenal girls before you have birth.
She said yes, knowing sheâd been making you coop up in the house for weeks now.
Maybe it would be good for you to get some fresh air.
âHey, hun!â Alessia said, watching you waddle into the canteen where all the girls were sat. âYou ready for bubba to come?â
âNo. Iâm dreading it but I canât wait for them to come.â You responded, still making your way over to where alessia was sat.
âI canât wait to meet them.â
âWell, youâre not going to wait much longer. Not much longer at all. Maybe today even because by the looks of it, bubba wants to come out now.â You said, looking at the puddle by your feet.
âOh my god! Your water broke? Emily!â Alessia shouted, clearly panicked.
âLess! Calm down.â You laughed
âYeah? Y/N! Your water broke!â Emily exclaimed, noticing the puddle at your feet.
âWow, I hadnât noticed.â You replied sarcastically, Emily rolling her eyes.
âCome on, hun, letâs get you home.â
â
It had been a long day.
You went home after your water broke, getting changed before timing your contractions.
After three hours, your contractions were bad, but not close enough to each other to go through hospital.
Emily suggested you went on a walk, to try speed up the labour.
You went around the block, waddling along as you walked.
But when you got back, they were only six minutes apart.
It was three oâclock when you finally went to the hospital, five hours after your water had broken.
Your contractions were close together now and were painful. Very very painful.
Emily drove to the hospital, holding your hand for support and comfort.
When you arrived, the nurses guided you to your room, allowing you to settle first before coming back to check how dilated you were.
âSo, you are four centimetres dilated. How long ago did your water break?â
âAbout five hours ago.â You tell her
âOkay, so normally you would be a lot more further on in labour but thereâs no need to worry. Slow labour could be affected by anything. Your age. Your athleticism. Anything.â The nurse explained and you nodded along, trying to focus on her words but it was hard to with a contraction hitting. âIâd recommend trying to get to sleep. Itâll be a long night for you and it might speed things up a bit.â
You took into account the fact that you might not be getting sleep with a newborn so you managed to get a few hours sleep, which actually helped speed up your labour too.
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You were now nine centimetres dilated.
You had declined the epidural, having a massive fear of needles and after reading the negative effects an epidural could have, you definitely didnât want it.
You were given gas and air instead, trying to decrease the pain as much as possible.
It was coming close to midnight, your body tired and achy now.
Emily still stayed by your side, rubbing your back and holding your hand.
You were currently knelt against the bed, your head in your arms as they rested on top of the bed.
âI think youâre ready to push.â The midwife announced as she checked how dilated you were.
âThank god. I donât know if I can do this for much longer.â You said, letting a sigh of relief out.
âReady to meet your baby, huh?â Emily asked and you nodded, feeling a contraction coming.
âReady to push? On three. One, two, three.â
You pushed with all your might, gripping onto Emilyâs hands as you did.
âOkay, another one.â
Similar to the first push, you tried your hardest but there seemed to be no improvement.
Emily stroked back your sweat drenched hair, placing a kiss to your forehead as you pushed.
âIâm never having sex again.â You revealed after a push.
âOkay, hun.â Emily laughed
You had now been pushing for over half an hour, but still there seemed to be no sight of your baby.
âY/N, if we canât see your baby after this push weâre going to have to rush you in for an emergency C-Section.â The midwife said, and you nodded, knowing it would be for the best.
You were fully exhausted now, having used all your energy on the pushing.
âHun, youâve got this.â Emily said, panic on her face.
You groaned into the bed as you pushed, this time, using your whole body to push.
âI can see a head! Keep going, Y/N!â The midwife announced, as you kept pushing. âTheyâre heads nearly out. One more push and your babies head will be out.â
You pushed once more, this one more painful more than ever as the babies head crowned.
âTheyâre heads out. Take a breather if you want.â The nurse told you, rubbing your back in support.
âTissue.â You mumbled to Emily who reached over to the box of tissues, bringing it to your forehead and wiping the sweat off.
âWhenever youâre ready, Y/N. One more big push, and your baby will be here.â
At them words, you pushed, using all your energy.
âTheyâre here! Your baby girlâs here.â The midwife said, catching your daughter and passing her under to you.
You held her to you chest, looking down at her as you both cried.
âHi, bubba. I know that was tough, hey? Oh, I know.â You cooed as she cried her little lungs off.
âSheâs perfect, hun.â Emily said rubbing your shoulder as she looked down at the baby in your arms.
âIâm gonna take her over here to check her vitals. I wonât be long.â
Whilst your baby girl was being checked over, you pushed the placenta out and moved to the bed.
Your daughter was being passed back to you, this time she was wrapped in a blanket with a small hat on top of her hair, covering her small tuffs of hair.
âShe looked like you, Y/N.â Emily said
âYou think so?â
âSame nose, same mouth, everything. A mini you.â Emily pointed out
âWould you like to hold her?â You asked Emily and she nodded, an emotional smile taking over her face.
âHi, bubs. Iâm your aunt Emily.â Emily cooed, stroking her finger up and down your daughterâs cheek. âWhatâs her name?â
âFlorence Alexandra Y/L/N.â
âOh my god, Alex is gonna be so happy.â Emily said
âIâm hoping she is, just like Iâm hoping youâd be happy when I ask if youâd be Floâs godmother?â You asked, Emilyâs face lighting up.
âOf course! Oh my god thank you so much, Y/N.â Emily exclaimed, getting up to hug you.
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After a while, youâd fed Florence and she was now fast asleep in a milk coma on your chest.
Emily was also fast asleep on the seat next to you.
Youâd decided to FaceTime Alex to tell her about Florence.
The phone rang a few times before Alex finally picked up.
Youâd angled the phone onto where Florence was laying, Alexâs jaw dropped as she focused on what she was looking at.
âTheyâre here?â Alex asked, you kidding with a tired smile.
âA girl. Sheâs perfect, Al. Iâve never felt a love like it, Iâve known her for an hour or two but I love her more than anything in the world. I guess you know what that feels like, huh? With Charlie.â
âI feel it with all my kids. Charlie, this baby, and you.â Alex said through tears.
âAl⌠youâre gonna make me cry.â You told her, blubbering.
âYouâre my daughter too, Y/N. Since the moment you came into my life, youâve been my daughter. Charlie loves you like a big sister too. Anyway, enough crying. Whatâs bubbas name?â
âFlorence Alexandra Y/L/N.â You replied
âOh my god, forget what I said about the no crying. You named her after me?â
âHow could I not? Youâre my mom Alex.â You said with a smile
âI love you two so much.â
âWe love you too, Alex.â
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water â gojo satoru.
"Satoru, loverâŚ.oh." you gasped again, your hands fisting in his hair as he kissed his way down your neck, your body arching into him. "I wantâ" "I know, I know." he whispered against your skin, his voice low and husky. "Just hold on, babe. I'm gonna take you exactly where you need to go." And with that, he surged forward, capturing your lips in another fiery kiss, his hands moving to grip your thighs, holding you steady as the intensity between you built, hotter and hotter until you felt like you were about to burst.
GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;
WARNING/S: afab!, romance, smut, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, exhibitionism, kissing, making out, fingering (f! receiving), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, p to v sex, orgasm, humor, profanity, pet names (lover, babe, etc), characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, sorcerer! gojo satoru, sorcere! reader;
WORD COUNT: 5.5k words.
NOTE: this song hasn't been out of my head since it came out and now tyla has new music out and i just know it will slap and i will dance to it. i wanted to make sure satoru's first since i haven't written for him in a while!!! this begins this playlist!!! i hope you enjoy side 2000!!! i love you all and see you in the next one <3
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YOU JUST WANTED TO ENJOY THE PARTY. Itâs been a while since youâd found yourself trying to destress from work and the busy push and pull of life. And with Satoruâs schedule being the chaotic mess it was, it was always so rare for the two of you to go out for way too long and have fun together, with schedules that contradict each other.
So, when your next door neighbors finally debuted their pool at their house, they decided to throw a barbecue party for the neighborhood. When you told Satoru about it, he told you he was willing to take a day off. And knowing that, you knew you were taking the opportunity, even just for tonight, to loosen up. Isnât that what lifeâs all about?
The evening sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the pool, the perfect backdrop for a party that was only just beginning to heat up. Laughter and music filled the air, but your eyes were locked on one person.Â
There he was, that bright eyed man Gojo Satoru, standing at the edge of the pool with his signature grin, a drink in hand. His bright snowy white hair was damp from a quick dip, droplets of water clinging to his skin as he watched you approach.
You could feel the heat of his gaze as you slid into the water, your body moving effortlessly through the cool pool. The tension between you was thick, the playful banter from earlier simmering into something much more intense as the night wore on.
"Looking a little wild tonight, babe." Satoru teased, his voice dripping with amusement as you swam up to him. He set his drink aside, his blue eyes glinting with a challenge. "Think you can keep up?"
Normally, youâd throw a sarcastic retort his way, but tonight was different. Tonight, something in you wanted more. The playful banter wasnât enough. You wanted to feel his hands on your skin, to see if he could really make good on all those teasing words.
"You think you can handle me?" you shot back, your voice low and sultry as you moved closer, the water swirling around you both. The music pulsed in the background, the beat matching the thrum of anticipation coursing through your veins.
Satoruâs sly little grin widened, his fingers trailing lazily along the edge of the pool. "I donât know, babe." he drawled, his voice laced with mock uncertainty. "But Iâm more than willing to find out."
Without another word, you pushed forward, closing the distance between you, pressing your body against his. The cool water contrasted with the heat of his skin, and the contact sent a shiver of desire through you.
"Normally, lover boyâŚ." you whispered, lips brushing against his reddening ear. "I can keep my cool. But tonight, I thinkâŚI think we need some heat, donât you think?" You trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air between you.
Satoru's hands found your waist, his grip firm and possessive as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your neck. His blue orbs clashing against your own, mischief echoing in their very color.Â
"Good that you agree with me." he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your throat. "Because I like it when youâre a little wild."
Your heart pounded in your chest as his hands roamed over your body, the slickness of the water making every touch feel even more intimate. His fingers dug into your hips as he lifted you slightly, pressing you against the pool's edge, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
The intensity of his gaze pinned you in place, blue eyes darkened with desire. "Can you handle this, babe?" Satoruâs vibrating voice was a low, dangerous rumble, full of heat and promise. âCan you really?â
Your breath hitched, the tension between you unbearable. "Why don't you show me how hard you can go, lover boy?" you challenged, your voice breathless, your body already burning with anticipation. âIâm sureâŚ.I can try.â
With a wicked grin, Satoru leaned in passionately. It was almost immediate, the way he was capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His ferious tongue teased yours, slow and deliberate.
Your lover always makes it a point to have a shot in tasting every inch of you as his hands explored your body under the water. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as the kiss deepened, the world around you fading away.
Every brush of his lips, every caress of his hands set your body on fire, making you sweat despite the coolness of the water. You could feel him, hard and ready against you, and the need for more, so much more. Everything about him was overwhelming. And you loved it, you loved it too much.Â
"Satoru, ohâ" you gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, your body arching into him, desperate for every ounce of contact. "You're making me lose my breath like always."
"Good." he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding lower, gripping you tighter. "Because like always, Iâm not done with you yet."
His mouth found yours again, the kiss deeper, hungrier this time, as if he couldnât get enough of you. The heat between you both was scorching, your bodies pressed together in the water, moving in perfect rhythm. His lips traveled down your throat, his teeth grazing your collarbone, leaving you gasping, breathless.
"Then make me sweat, lover boy." you whispered against his ear, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw as his hands moved under the water, teasing your thighs, pulling you closer. âMake me feel good, like the water.â
Satoru groaned, a sound that sent a thrill through you. "I plan to, babe." he promised, his voice thick with desire as his hands gripped your waist.
He grins as he is lifting you slightly, pressing you harder against the pool's edge. "And when I'm done, you're gonna be begging me for more."
His words sent a shockwave of heat straight through you, and you could feel yourself trembling with need. The water around you felt like it was boiling, every touch from Gojo Satoru was igniting sparks of pleasure that raced through your body. He was taking over you, every bit of you â like he always does.
"Satoru, loverâŚ.oh." you gasped again, your hands fisting in his hair as he kissed his way down your neck, your body arching into him. "I wantâ"
"I know, I know." he whispered against your skin, his voice low and husky. "Just hold on, babe. I'm gonna take you exactly where you need to go."
And with that, he surged forward, capturing your lips in another fiery kiss, his hands moving to grip your thighs, holding you steady as the intensity between you built, hotter and hotter until you felt like you were about to burst.
Everything was just getting started.
And Gojo Satoru was still pretty hungry.
He liked having his fill of you every single time.
Your heart raced as Satoruâs grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to keep you anchored while the rest of your body felt like it was spiraling out of control. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against your skin sent jolts of electricity through you, making you lose track of time, place, and everything else that wasnât him.
The party noises faded into the background. The splashing of the pool, the music, the chatter of distant voices, none of it mattered anymore. It was just you and Satoru, bodies pressed together, the water swirling lazily around you as if time itself had slowed to match the intensity of the moment.
"Still think you can keep up, babe?" he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and teasing. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but beneath it, there was a hunger. There was this endless raw, desperate need that mirrored your own. âI wanna go as fast as I can with you.â
"Donât worry about me, lover boy." you shot back, breathless but determined, your hands sliding down his slick chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. "I can handle you."
Gojo Satoruâs grin widened at the challenge, his lips pressing hard against yours in a bruising kiss. All you could do was let him win, as you groaned against the pleasure of his searing touch. Even the heat of the passion was burning on water.Â
His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he wanted to memorize the feel of you beneath his fingertips. The water between you only heightened the sensation, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat that burned where his skin met yours.
"Iâll make you sweat more, babe. I promised you." he murmured, his voice low and rough, as if he could barely contain himself.Â
His lips trailed down your neck again, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed and nipped his way down to your collarbone, making you gasp with each new touch. You could feel your body responding to him, heat pooling low in your stomach, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.Â
"Satoru, lover boy. Oh, youâreâŚ." you moaned, his name slipping from your lips before you could stop it, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.Â
His hands slid down to your hips, gripping you tighter as he pressed you back against the edge of the pool. His lips were relentless, moving across your skin like fire, making you tremble beneath him. You were losing control, your body melting under his touch, every nerve lit up in anticipation.
"Thatâs right," he whispered, his voice dark and full of promise. "Let go for me."
You didnât need any more convincing. Your hands tangled in his wet hair as you pulled him closer, your lips crashing against his in a feverish kiss, your body moving against his as if you couldnât get enough. His hands slipped lower, teasing you, making you gasp as the pleasure built higher and higher.
"Satoru. Youâre soâŚ." you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "I canâtâ"
"Yes, you can." he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You can take it. Iâll take you there."
The heat between you was unbearable now, the tension building with every kiss, every touch, every whispered word. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body straining for release, every nerve in your body on fire.
"Come on, baby," Satoru murmured, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer, his lips hot against your skin. "Just let go for me."
And you did. The pleasure hit you all at once, like a wave crashing over you, stealing your breath and making you cry out as your body shook with the intensity of it. You clung to Satoru, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he held you steady, riding out the aftershocks of your release with slow, deliberate kisses that left you trembling.
"Thatâs my pretty babe, hm?â he whispered, his voice soft now, his lips brushing yours in a tender kiss. "You did so good."
You could barely catch your breath, your body still buzzing with the afterglow as you leaned back against the edge of the pool, your legs still wrapped around him. You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, and saw that familiar, lazy grin on his faceâthe one that said he wasnât quite finished with you yet.
"Think youâve still got some energy left?" he teased, his hands moving up your sides, his thumbs brushing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "You think I canât keep up? Havenât I shown you something good, lover boy?"
His grin widened, and he leaned in close, his lips hovering just above yours. "Oh, I know you can, babe." he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "But Iâm not done making you sweat just yet, you know?â
You both disappeared, finally slipping away from the crowd and into the shadows, your lips still locked in a feverish kiss. The night air was thick with the scent of chlorine and heat, but all you could focus on was Satoru. Only him. His hands, his mouth, his body pressed against yours with an intensity that left you breathless.
The two of you managed to find yourselves in a secluded corner, hidden from prying eyes. His lips trailed down once more your neck, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against the cool tile wall, your skin burning with need as his mouth worked wonders against your throat.
âYouâre wild tonight, babe.â Satoru murmured, his voice thick with desire, fingers grazing your hips, teasing. His usual cocky grin spread across his face as he kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring every second.
âAnd you love it, donât you?â you shot back, breathless as you tangled your hands in his hair. The thrill of the night, of being wrapped in his arms, made your pulse race, your body crave more.
Without a word, Satoru dropped to his knees before you, and your breath hitched. You knew what he was doing. His hands parted your legs as his gaze burned into yours, the heat of his anticipation palpable in the air.Â
The smirk on his face sent a shiver through you, but that shiver turned into pure heat when his lips met your inner thigh, trailing kisses up, up, until you could feel his hot breath against your core.
âSatoruâŚâ you whispered, your voice barely audible, your body aching for his touch.
He didnât hesitate. His tongue found you, and your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips as he devoured you like a man starved. You bit your lip as a plethora of pleasured moans released from your lips.Â
There was no restraint, no gentlenessâjust hunger. His mouth was messy, his tongue moving in ways that had your legs trembling, and the slick from your arousal coated his chin as he worked you with an unrelenting passion.
The sounds he made, deep, guttural groans of satisfaction, it only heightened the pleasure, and the way his hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady. Everything about it made you feel like you were about to come undone at any moment.Â
If anything, he was too hungry for your cunny. And he wouldnât stop even if you wanted him too. He was hungry for you. He always was. He lapped at you, his tongue swirling and flicking with precision, like he was trying to draw out every moan, every gasp from your lips.
âSatoru⌠oh my godâŚ.â you gasped, your fingers threading through his white hair rougher as your body arched towards him, desperate for more.
He pulled back for just a moment, his chin glistening with your slick, eyes dark with lust as he grinned up at you. Heâs having fun with this, he always has. If anything about Satoru, he doesnât like playing fair when it comes to eating.Â
âYou taste so damn good, babe.â he growled, his voice low, feral, before diving back in. âHow come youâve become sweeter?â
âYouâŚYou tasted me last night, ohââ
âWhat can I say, babe? You always just get sweeter for me. And I love it.â
You groaned against his words. But he just laughed once again and dived in. If one had thought that he couldnât go any deeper, any rougher, any hungrier, any messier â they would be wrong. He can go even more than that. You knew your lover way too well.
The way his mouth moved against you was nothing short of sinful. Sloppy, messy, and so damn good. It was as if he couldnât get enough, like he was trying to consume every part of you. Your body was shaking, legs threatening to give out as the pleasure built inside you, and all you could do was grip his hair tighter, riding his tongue as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge.
His fingers slid inside you while his mouth never left its place, curling perfectly as he stretched you out. The combination of his fingers and his mouth working together had you spiraling, your moans echoing through the air, louder now, unable to hold back as your body begged for release.
âFuck, Satoru, donât stop. Please, donât.â you moaned, barely coherent, the intensity too much, but you didnât want it to end.
He didnât slow down, he had no reason to. Not when youâre egging him on. Not when he wants you too badly. Not when it all just felt so good. You could feel his tongue moving with expert precision, his fingers thrusting deeper, harder, until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.Â
You could feel the tension building, that delicious, overwhelming pressure that made it impossible to think of anything other than himâhis mouth, his fingers, the way he was devouring you like you were the last meal heâd ever get.
And then, without warning, you shattered. The orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as pleasure flooded every nerve, and Satoru didnât stop. His fingers continued to move, his tongue still lapping at you, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you were trembling, breathless, completely undone.
He pulled back slightly, his lips and chin slick with your sweet decadent release, and he looked up at you with a satisfied grin. That sly look, he always has that excitement when he makes you feel this way. Gojo Satoru believes he always has to win, one way or the other.Â
âYou taste like heaven, babe. A hundred percent heaven.â he murmured, his voice rough, hoarse, as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of you.Â
You could barely catch your breath, your body still trembling as you leaned back against the rough brick wall for support, staring down at him with a dazed smile. Sweat permeated through your skin as you caught yourself back to some sense again.
âYouâre unbelievable, Satoru.â you muttered, chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to recover from the intensity of it all.
Satoru took a moment to meet your orbs. Once more, they echoed that same desire. He was still hungry, he was still wanting more. Your lover rose to his feet, his body pressing against yours once again as he captured your lips in a heated kiss once again.Â
You moan against the roughness of his desire, pushing against his tongue with your own. Almost instantly, you could taste yourself on his lips, the remnants of your slick still clinging to him, and it only made you crave him more.Â
âYou love it, babe.â he whispered against your mouth, his hands sliding up your body, possessive, confident. âAnd well, so do I.â
You couldnât deny it. The way he had you, completely under his control, yet giving you everything you wanted, was intoxicating. You were hooked, the moment you met Satoru. You knew that when you let him get deeper and deeper, you couldnât live without him.Â
Without his kisses, his eyes, his warmth, his touch. One way or another, you were trapped with your want. You wanted more of him, like a greedy little vixen who wonât stop until you get what you wanted. And there was no turning back.
As you both pulled away and began dressing once again, the heat of the moment still thrumming between you, Satoru watched you with that mischievous grin, his cerulean eyes glinting in the low light. His hands brushed over your waist, teasing, as you adjusted your clothes, but there was still that lingering tension, that promise of more to come.
As you both stepped out of the secluded spot, you shot him a playful wink. âTry to keep up next time, Satoru.â
He chuckled, his smirk widening. âYou think you can outlast me, doll?â
You grinned, leaning in to kiss him roughly, your lips pressing against his with that same intensity from earlier. âOh I know I can.â
And you wanted to prove that yourself.
Instead of going back to the party, it was your turn.
It was your turn to be just as hungry for him.
You took his hand, grinning at him and pulling him away.
There were still unoccupied guest beds after all.
Gojo Satoru couldnât shake the feeling that he loved making you sweat even more than before. The heat of the moment radiated between you as you found yourselves in one of the bedrooms, the faint thump of the party still audible in the background, but all you could focus on was each other. The room felt electric, filled with anticipation and desire, and the scent of your skin only heightened his need.
You werenât sure whose bedroom it was, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was the way he had you bent over, your hands gripping the edge of the bed as he pressed into you from behind. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pressure that sent shivers through your spine.
âGod, you feel amazing.â he murmured with desire. âBabe, how are you always so good?â
You could hear how his voice reverberated low and rough as he playfully ran his hands over the mound of your ass, savoring the way it responded to his playful touch. Each squeeze elicited soft gasps from your lips, and he couldnât help but smile wide at how perfectly you arched for him, begging for more of him in you.
With one hand pressed against your back, you guided him deeper and deeper inside of you, ensuring your body was perfectly positioned for him. The way your skin glistened bright under the low light was nothing short of divine, and every movement sent waves of heat coursing through every fiber of Satoruâs being.
The greedy echo sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic echo that felt almost sacred to him. Gojo Satoru likes to think he was a worshiper and your body was his temple. And you were his god. You were his everything.Â
Each and every time he made love to you, it was like holy hymns reverberating through the air, fueling his desire further. He loved the feeling of being so deeply connected to you, the way your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
âTell me you like this, babe.â he demanded, his voice husky with lust as he picked up the pace, driving into you with a steady force. âTell me you feel gooddddd, ohââ
His hand shifted from your back to your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, using his grip to push you further onto him. Everything felt like a burning pandemonium as he got deeper in crevices in you that you never thought existed before.Â
You could feel your mouth watering, drooling as he pushed in and out of you, like he memorized the map and was finding it again, over and over. It was an interesting thing, how you could feel ever so alive just by being in his arms. By being so full of him. You know your lover boy feels the same thing too.
âYes, yes, Satoru!â you gasped, your breath hitching as he hit that perfect spot, the pressure building with every thrust. You could feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, and each of his movements only intensified it.
âGood girl, my good girl. My pretty little babe.â he praised, the raw satisfaction in his voice making your heart race even faster.Â
Gojo Satoru seems to thrive on this, every single time. Heâd always been crazy. He knew that much. Much more so in bed. It was hard to find that genuinity of intimacy. Not only in the innocence of adoration, but the crazy roughness of sensuality.Â
So when he met you and you matched his crazy, he found himself thriving. He found himself living pleasure through you, in ways heâd never known before. And heâd been glad for that. Heâd been glad for you.
It was the way you responded to him, the way you melted under his touch every time you made love. It was the sweat that bound your flesh together. It was the way you would bite him as he pounded deeper into you. It was the way his fingers would dig onto your thighs and mark them.Â
It was the way your nails would create a mess of bloody constellations on the neatness of his skin. It was the feeling of his fat balls slapping against your ass, the way your body reacted, was intoxicating. Every sound you made, every gasp, felt like music to his ears.
Everything you did, everything you gave him â it had made him feel so alive.
He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered. âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this. Just for me, hm? Just for me.â
His words sent a thrill through you, and you couldnât help but push back against him, wanting more, craving that deep connection that seemed to pulse between you. âMore, Satoru. Please, donât stop.â
He smirked slyly and immediately pushed to oblige, driving into you with renewed fervor> You cried out as the heat of the moment enveloping you both, his body pushing closer and closer to you, as though he wanted it to merge.Â
Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, igniting every nerve ending as you lost yourself in the rhythm, caught in a world that existed only for the two of you. You could care less if anyone were to walk in and see how deplorable this situation was. You could care less if someone screams in shock.Â
No, nothing else mattered. It was pleasure that mattered. There was only you in this universe, only him and you â wet by the water of sweat that pools between the desire to make each other whole.Â
âDamn, youâre perfect, babe.â he groaned, the sound vibrating through your body as he leaned into you more, the weight of him pressing you down, anchoring you to the moment. âSo, so perfect.âÂ
The way he played with you, using your body to bring himself pleasure, sent you spiraling into pure ecstasy. Nothing else has come close to making you both feel alive. It was just this moment that made you feel that life was worth living.Â
Just the two of you, the heat, the pleasure, and the way he made you feel alive. This was all that life needs. This was all what the Strongest needed to feel alive. Jujutsu was given to him from the moment he was born, it was as natural as breathing. But this moment with you, taking you as his own. Everything about this was his humanity.Â
This was primal. This was instinct. It was trial and error. And it was crazy. Nothing else will come close to how much he loves to be an animal with you. You groaned as you bit his shoulder hard, blood spoiling against his sweat. He groaned in pleasure, before grinning. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, and the anticipation built until you could hardly contain it, ready to let go and embrace the bliss that awaited you.
Satoru's pace quickened, each thrust becoming more urgent, more desperate. You could feel him deep inside you, filling you completely, and every time he drove into you, your body responded with a jolt of pleasure that made your vision blur. You were utterly lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensations he was drawing out of you.
âGod, youâre so tight, babe.â he groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to keep his composure. âHow do you always know how to cage my cock? How do you always make it know where it belongs?â
He loved the way your body wrapped around him, how every inch of you seemed to beg for more. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your soft moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed around you.
âDonât hold back, Satoru.â you urged, your voice a breathy whisper that barely escaped your lips. âI want all of you, Satoru. Just like this. Come. Just do it.â
That demand of yours sent a rush of adrenaline through him, and he grinned against your shoulder, he himself biting there as you groaned like a prey against the hunter. He lifted his mouth, and stared at his masterpiece for a little while longer. That was surely to leave a mark. He snickers.Â
âYou asked for it, babe.â He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up against him, using his strength to drive you deeper onto him. The change in angle had you gasping, your head falling back against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
âYou feel so good.â he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. âI could do this all night.â
âThen do it.â you urged, your body instinctively arching back into him, eager for every thrust, every delicious stretch. âMake me feel it.â
He laughs as he hits hard at one thrust, making your body shake against the covers. You groan hard as you try to hold on for dear life. You knew what you egged him to do. Then continued thrusting into you with a fierce intensity that had you moaning his name, your body responding eagerly to each movement.Â
It was as if the world outside had faded away, and all that existed was the connection between youâhis body, your body, moving in perfect unison. The pleasure built inside you like a coiled spring, tightening with every thrust. You could feel that familiar tension, that edge creeping closer, and all you could think about was how good he felt, how right it all was.Â
âSatoru, Iâm coming. Oh my godââ you started, but the words died on your lips as he hit that sweet spot again, sending shockwaves through your body.
âYeah? You gonna come for me?â he teased, his voice thick with lust as he leaned closer, kissing down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. The sensation made your entire body tingle, and you could only nod, the words lost in a haze of pleasure.
âTell me how much you want it, babe.â he demanded, his voice a low growl that made your heart race even faster.
âMore, please! I need toâah!â The plea escaped your lips as he thrust deeper, the pleasure overwhelming. âI need to come, Satoru!â
âThen let go,â he urged, his voice dripping with seduction. âI want to feel you fall apart for me.â
With his words wrapping around you like a spell, the tension finally snapped, and you cried out as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. It was like nothing youâd ever felt before. It was like you had seen the light for the first time with him.
It was so delicate and pure, that echo of unadulterated bliss that sent your body shuddering in pleasure. Satoru continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm with slow, deliberate movements that sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you.
âJust like that, babe. You feel so fucking good.â he groaned, his own breath ragged as he watched you unravel beneath him.Â
The sight of you losing yourself was intoxicating, even more so your juices mixing with his in a watery flow within your crevices. And he couldnât help but feel that rush of pride at how he could make you feel this way.
As you came down from your high, Gojo Satoru slowed his movements, still keeping you close as he pressed kisses along your back. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you reveled in the afterglow, the way your heart raced in time with his.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine concern as he pulled back to look at you, his blue eyes searching your face.
âBetter than okay, babe.â you replied with a breathless laugh, turning to meet his gaze. âThat was⌠incredible.â
He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. âJust wait until round two. Iâve got plenty more where that came from.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress your smile. âYouâre insatiable, Satoru.â
âMaybe so, babe.â he replied, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft kiss. âBut I think you love it.â
You couldnât deny it. The thrill of the night, the way he made you feelâit was a heady mix of excitement and desire that left you craving more. As you both pulled away, he gently squeezed your waist, a teasing smile playing on his lips.Â
âLetâs give them something to talk about when we go back out there.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? And what do you have in mind?â
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âIâll show you.â
And with that, he swept you into another kiss, ready to take on the world outside, but knowing that this was only the beginning of your night together. You had a lot more to sweat in water together, whatever the form.
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Roadside
Summary: On your way back from a long weekend that you got to spent with Joel, his car breaks down. While you both waited for Tommy to get there to help, Joel has some ideas on how to spend the time waiting.
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader
Wordcount: 792
Rating: T
Warnings: roadtrips, falling in love but slowly, car trouble, implied smut, kissing, flirting, feelings, teasing, kinda secret dating, fourteen year age gap
A/N: I'm missing references to three pics I think, but it doesn't get better than this lol (technically I am not here, because I am on a writing break) The moodboard screamed road trip to me, so this is what I did. This is for @iamasaddie 24 hour writing challenge and I hope it does not suck đ
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âWhat are you gonna tell him when he gets here?â You hummed, looking up at Joel. He gave you a small smile before he stepped closer, his big, strong hands coming down to part your legs for him, stepping between them so he was towering over you, the sun slowly setting on the horizon.
You had almost made it home.Â
After a long weekend of having Joel to yourself without the fear of running into someone you both knew (if you left your hotel room at all) that you had spend in a tiny town in close to Dallas, you were on your way back, just an hour out of Austin when his truck made a very sad noise until the engine went out and the car stopped on the side of the road.Â
He had tried to get it to work before, with a long groan, he told you he had to call Tommy cause the something something needed a something so he could fix it. He had kept his eyes on you the whole times as he made the call, looking beyond sexy in the shirt you bought him, with his too long getting hair that you had spent all night running your fingers through as he made you cum over and over again until you both passed out.Â
You had met Tommy before. You just hadnât met him as Joelâs girlfriend.
Things between you and Joel had been⌠slow until they werenât.
Youâve known each other for almost two years due to you working as an interior designer occasionally with his company. But it was six months ago that you had gotten closer as you worked on a very time consuming project where the client brought you both to the verge of insanity with how often they were changing the plans.Â
He had finally asked you out one night and the rest as they say, was history.Â
âGuess Iâm finally gonna introduce my controversially young girlfriend to him,â Joel smiled before he kissed you softly. You gasped in mock offence, before tilting your chin up to meet his lips with a smile, your hands running up his broad back until your fingers slipped into his hair on the back of his neck.Â
âNot that controversial,â you grinned and he chuckled before his lips kissed down your neck.Â
âFourteen years is a lot,â he mumbled against your neck and you sighed, letting your head fall to the side to give him more access. One of his hands slowly drifted up your thighs, his fingers pushing the fabric of your skirt up.Â
âOnly if you care what other people think. Last time I checked, weâre both very consenting adults,â you said and he playfully bit into your neck making your shriek.Â
âHow consenting are we talking about here exactly?â He asked and you looked up at him as one of his hands slipped between your legs, his fingers brushing over your damp panties.Â
You could feel your nipples harden against the fabric of the shirt you had put on this morning and Joel seemed to notice too, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits, his thumb playing with your nipple.
Looking around you realised that you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. You couldnât even remember when you had seen a car drive by the last time.Â
âConsenting enough to let you fuck me in the middle of nowhere until your brother gets here,â you whispered against his ear and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against yours.Â
âAtta girl,â he grinned, before he kissed you again while his hands made quick work of your underwear.Â
You could still feel him dripping out of you, your legs a little weak, when you jumped of the back of the truck, Joel taking your hand as the door of the car that had parked behind his opened and a man jumped out, looking between the two of you.Â
The sun had set by now, the cold air making you shiver and Joel let go of your hand, to put an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him, the warmth of his body helping instantly.Â
âSo this is how I get to find out the mysterious woman that makes my brother grin like a teenager with a crush when he looks at his phone is you?â Tommy Miller approached with a wide grin. You could practically hear Joel roll his eyes and you smiled at his brother.Â
âYou got a crush on me, Miller?â You teased and looked up at him.Â
âBrat,â he sighed, fighting a smile.
âYou love it,â you winked, feeling him pull you closer.Â
âYeah, I really do,â he hummed before he kissed you softly.Â
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Portals
Summary : You teach Bucky how to open portals using a sling ring. Turns out, heâs a menace with that thing.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x sorceress!reader (she/her)
Warnings/tags : Lots of fluff. Cursing. Implied sex if you squint. Wong is your bestie. Bucky loves you so much???
Word count : 2.1k
Note : I just keep making fics with superpowered! Reader lol. Enjoy!!!
You first met Bucky a few days after the Battle against Thanos.
You were among the Kamar-Taj sorcerers who had fought against then Mad Titanâs army, and now you found yourself volunteering in the makeshift infirmary set up in upstate New York. It had been running non-stop for three exhausting days, treating the wounded heroes and civilians alike.
Your job wasnât glamorous, but it was importantâ mending smaller woundsâcuts, bruises, and the occasional fractured boneâwith a bit of magic, leaving the more complex cases to professionals like Christine Palmer and Stephen Strange. Magic was powerful, but it had physical limitations.Â
You were wiping your hands clean after finishing a quick healing spell when you spotted him.
Bucky Barnes was standing near the edge of the tent, his long hair brushing his shoulders, looking curiously around the room. Perhaps it reminded him of the infirmaries he was used to finding himself in, back in the 1940s. He wasnât there for himself, but to accompany Sam Wilson, who was sitting on a cot while Christine examined a nasty gash on his arm, making sure it didn't get infected.
You werenât sure what drew your attention to him. Maybe it was the way that he stood like he was always ready for battle. Maybe he was just⌠your type. Either way, you knew you wanted to talk to him.
Besides, you both have been through hell. Maybe a little lighthearted flirting could improve the mood.Â
You nudged Strange, who was muttering something under his breath about a ruptured spleen.
âPsst,â you whispered, glancing toward the corner of the tent.
âWhat?â he grumbled without looking up, clearly a bit annoyed, but also a little amused. He had learned to anticipate your little antics. He would never admit it, but you did make life a little more interesting.
âIntroduce me to him.â You tilted your head toward Bucky, trying to sound nonchalant.
Strange finally glanced up, following your line of sight. âBarnes?â His eyebrows rose in surprise, then furrowed. âI barely know him.â
âDo I look like I care?â you shot back, tilting your head in a silent plea. âPlease?â
Strange sighed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was fighting a smile. âFine,â he said, closing the chart with an exaggerated snap. âbut if this distracts you from stitching people back together, Iâm putting you on night guard duty for the next week.â
âThank you,â you shot back with a grin. He waved it off as walked with you toward Bucky.
When you reached him, Strange made the introduction short and sweet. âBarnes, this is our librarian. Apparently, she thinks nowâs a good time to meet new people.â He glanced at you, âAnd sheâs very persistent, so youâre stuck now.â
Bucky blinked, clearly surprised, before turning to you with a polite smile. âHi.â
â
Your first date was a quiet dinner in New York. Your second was a walk through the city, where Bucky told you stories about Brooklyn in the 40s, and you told him how you found yourself studying magic. By the third date, he was making you laugh so hard you spilled iced coffee all over yourself. From then on, you knew you were in too deep.
It wasnât long until you were sneaking Bucky into Kamar-Taj during your breaks, showing him small, inconsequential tricks with magic, and stealing kisses in the hidden alcoves of the library.Â
He had an almost childlike wonder for sorcery, and you couldnât help but enjoy the way his eyes lit up whenever you showed him something new.
It was romantic. It was thrilling. Until Wong caught the two of you kissing behind a row of ancient texts on chaos magic.Â
âReally?â Wong said flatly, arms crossed as you and Bucky hastily pulled apart, âare you both sixteen again?â
âPlease donât tell Strange,â you blurted out, âor Iâll never hear the end of it.â
Wong raised an eyebrow. âIâll consider it,â he replied.
Later, over tea, Wong brought it up again, his tone a bit more curious. âYouâre not planning on quitting your job to go be an Avenger with Barnes, are you?â he asked, sipping his chai. âBecause I am not taking over as head librarian again. That was the worst three months of my life.â
You snorted into your tea. âRelax, Wong,â you assured him with a laugh. âI actually like my job. You see, unlike some people, I can actually read.â
Wong didnât even hesitate, flicking you lightly on the forehead with a spark of magic.
â
Being the librarian of Kamar-Taj meant that your schedule was, at best, unpredictable. One moment, you were cataloging ancient tomes; the next, you were stopping a novice from accidentally summoning a fire demon. Bucky understood your responsibilities, but as more magic users went rogue, you started sneaking him in less and less.
One day, when you laid awake in your bed with him on your side, he muttered something about stupid witches and goddamn evil sorcerers, cussing them out for taking you away from him. You could see how much he hated waiting for you to have free time.
So you came up with a brilliant plan.Â
âYou want me to learn magic?â Buckyâs skeptical voice echoed in the library as you handed him a sling ring.
âJust this one thing,â you said, wrapping your arms around him from behind. âSo you can come to me instead of waiting for me to come to you.âÂ
He raised an eyebrow, half-expecting some trick. âWhatâs the catch?âÂ
âThe catch,â you said, âis that you actually have to practice.â
It took him a while to get started, to a point where you werenât sure if heâd even be able to do it at all.Â
Sling rings required focus, visualisation, and precisionâ and Bucky wasnât exactly used to magical tools. âMaybe Iâm just more of a hit-stuff kinda guy,â he grumbled after his fourth failed attempt at opening a portal.
âFocus, babe,â you teased. âPicture where you want to go. Feel it.â
To his credit, he practiced religiously during his visits, and eventually, it clicked. The first time he successfully opened a portal to your exact location, he was so pleased with himself that he barely noticed that he had scared America Chavez in the process.
âNailed it,â he said, beaming with pride.
What you hadnât anticipated was how much heâd use it once he got the hang of it.Â
The first time he surprised you, you were in the middle of shelving some ancient leather bound books. They held an ancient power, one that could destroy the world if it got into the wrong hands.Â
Suddenly, A golden portal shimmered to life in front of you. You yelped as Buckyâs head poked through.
âHey, doll,â he said casually, as if he hadnât just scared you half to death.
âBucky!â you hissed, clutching a fragile book to your chest. âThis is a restricted section!â
âI just wanted to see where youâve been all day,â he shrugged, stepping through the portal.
You glared at him, but the warmth in his eyes meant that you could never stay mad at him. âYouâre going to get me in trouble,â you muttered.
He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your temple. âWorth it.â
It turned out, teaching Bucky how to use a sling ring was both the best and worst idea youâd ever had.
One evening, as you were nestled in your quarters, peacefully centering your mind after a long day when a soft whirl manifested behind you. Before you could open your eyes, a pair of strong arms wrapped snugly around your waist.
âMiss me?â Bucky purred in your ear.
You squeaked, nearly toppling the candle flickering in front of you. âJames fucking Barnes!â you gasped, twisting to glare at him. Cursing wasnât really approved in meditation circles, so you hoped none of the pacifist elder sorcerers heard you.Â
âWhat?â he asked, smirking sheepishly.
âYou canât just portal in while Iâm meditating!â
Your cheeks flared, but the way his arms stayed wrapped around you made it awfully hard to stay annoyed at him.
Then there was the shower incident.
You were mid-rinse, the hot spray of water melting away the stressful dayâ Wong had insisted on combat training today, and you had managed to knot every muscle in your upper body. You were blissfully lost in your own little world until you heard the whirl of a portal opening.
âHey, dollââ
You shrieked, instinct taking over as you manifested a shield and threw the closest thing to youâa slippery bar of soapâand flung it blindly in the intruderâs direction. It landed with a wet thud on Buckyâs chest.Â
He stood there, grinning casually, steam curling around him like a halo.
âBUCKY!â you yelled, yanking the shower curtain halfway closed. âWhat the fuck?!â
âI missed you,â he said, smiling as if he was the poster boy for innocence.
âClose it! Now!â you growled, pointing at the still-open portal as water dripped down your arms.
âRight,â he raised his hands, the portal vanished with a soft hum. He didnât move from his spot. Instead, he tilted his head, giving you a slow once-over that made heat creep up your neck.
âCan I join you?â he asked, his voice low and teasing.
You sighed, caught between indignation and... oh, who were you kidding? The sight of your ridiculously gorgeous, super-soldier boyfriend standing there, all smug, was doing dangerous things to your resolve.
Might as well make the most of it, right? Who knows when heâll get whisked off to a foreign land for a mission again?Â
ââŚyes,â you murmured, barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat and the cascade of water.
Buckyâs grin turned wicked. Without hesitation, he peeled off his clothes. His broad shoulders came into view, glistening faintly from the steam as he stepped into the shower with a satisfied smile.
One time, he even showed up in the library while Wong was painstakingly rifling through stacks of scrolls in search of a specific one about interdimensional wards.
Bucky had gotten so stealthy with his portals that neither of you noticed him at firstânot until he appeared, leaning casually against the edge of a nearby shelf, sporting his usual broody, charming smile.
Wong was startled slightly, his hands freezing mid-air as he glanced at Bucky. Then at you. Then back at Bucky.
âI see youâve taught him the sling ring,â Wong said dryly, the corners of his mouth twitching, suppressing an amused smile.
âI regret it every single day,â you muttered, glaring playfully at your boyfriend. Bucky, of course, was unfazed. He simply crossed his arms, waiting for you to give him more attention.
âGood to see you too, Wong,â Bucky replied, clearly enjoying causing a scene.
âBarnes,â Wong said, nodding in acknowledgment but already returning to his scrolls with a heavy sigh. The current sorcerer supreme muttered under his breath, âIf he knocks over one shelf, youâre fixing it.â
Bucky only shrugged. âDo I look like someone whoâd knock over a shelf?â
âYes,â you and Wong replied in unison.
Tonight, though, the stress had gotten to you more than usual. Strange had shown up with a tentacle monster and tasked you with banishing it to the dark dimension. It took you four scrolls and two hours to get the right spell.Â
All you wanted was Buckyâhis arms around you, his kisses peppering your face. But as the hours ticked by, your heart sank. He hadnât shown up like he usually did, and you were beginning to think he wasnât going to show up at all.Â
When you finally pushed open the door to your quarters, you were surprised to find him already there.
An adorable smile played on his lips as he looked up from where heâd been arranging a cosy little corner, piled high with blankets and pillows. He had a bag of your favorite snacks sitting on your bedside table, his laptop was set up to play your favorite movie.Â
âWong called,â he said, âhe told me you had a rough day.â
You melted instantly, letting out a tired but grateful sigh as you sank into his arms.
âYouâre still a menace with that ring,â you mumbled into his chest, your words muffled by his comfy sweatshirt.
Bucky chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. His fingers brushed your jawline, and with the gentlest touch, he guided your face toward his. The moment his lips met yours, it was as if the world melted away. His kiss was sweetâ so full of love that it left you longing for more.
As you curled up together, your head resting on his shoulder, you decided you could definitely put up with a few surprises. After all, he mastered the sling ring just for you.
-end.
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Alexia knocked on your door for the third time that week. You sighed, knowing exactly why she was there before you even opened it. Her insistence had become a staple in your life since youâd arrived in Barcelona. Standing in your doorway, her blonde hair tied back in its usual high pony and her brown eyes full of exasperation, she crossed her arms over her chest. âYou eat dinner?â she asked in her clipped English, something you were slowly growing accustomed to.
âYes, Alexia,â you replied, trying to keep the amusement out of your tone.
âWhat?â she challenged, eyebrows raised as if she didnât believe you.
âSpaghetti,â you replied, showing her the half-eaten plate still on your table.
She leaned in slightly, peeking over your shoulder into the small apartment. Her eyes landed on the plate, and she sighed like a parent discovering their child hadnât done their homework properly. âNo vegetables,â she muttered, shaking her head.
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite to it. Alexia had been on your case ever since youâd joined Barça a few weeks ago. At 18, you were the youngest on the team by a fair margin, and sheâd apparently taken it upon herself to adopt you despite the fact you were very much capable of looking after yourself. It was amusing as much as it was endearing, really.
âAlexia, Iâm fine. Iâm an adult, you know.â You retort.
Her lips quirked at that, but she didnât smile. âAdult?â she echoed, her thick accent making the word sound almost mocking. âYou still a baby.â
You groaned, stepping aside to let her in. There was no point arguing with her when she got like this. âIâm not a baby. Iâm 18.â
She ignored you, walking into your small kitchen and opening your fridge without asking. She frowned at its contentsâmostly quick snacks, a few drinks, and some leftovers. She muttered something under her breath in Spanish, shaking her head.
âThisâŚâ She gestured to the fridge. âThis is not okay.â
You leaned against the counter, watching her with a mix of amusement and exasperation. âAlexia, Iâm fine. Really. Iâve been living on my own for months before I came here.â
Her brown eyes flicked to yours, full of disapproval. âNo. Not okay,â she repeated. Then, as if making a decision on the spot, she added, âYou come. Live with me.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
She straightened up, crossing her arms again. âYou come. My house. I cook for you. You are too young for this,â she said, gesturing around your apartment like it was some uninhabitable place. It was very much not, of course. Sure it was a little unfurnished, but that was only because youâd not long moved in.
âAlexia, Iâm not moving in with you. Iâm fine here.â
But she just stared at you, clearly unimpressed with your response. âWe see,â she said cryptically before leaving. Your front door closed behind her with a soft click, and you stared at the empty space she once stood before letting out a quiet sigh.
*
Over the next week, Alexiaâs campaign to convince you intensified greatly.
Every day after training, sheâd ask about your meals, your laundry, your sleep schedule, and she wouldnât leave you alone until you answered. One evening, after you mentioned that your washing machine had broken, Alexia gave you a look that clearly said, I told you so, like youâd somehow caused it. You tried telling her that you very much did not, that the washing machine was just faulty, but she cut you off.
âEnough,â she declared, and your mouth immediately snapped shut. âYou come. My house.â
You sighed. âAlexia, Iâm not-â
âMy. House.â
âFine,â you muttered, knowing that as much as you might like to think otherwise, you didnât really have a choice. âJust until my washing machine is fixed.â
*
Living with Alexia was an adjustment.
She treated you like a child in the most endearing way possible. The first night, she cooked you dinnerâa proper Spanish meal with vegetables youâd reluctantly eaten under her watchful gaze. She washed your kits with hers, folding them neatly and leaving them on your bed like a doting older sister. She even knocked on your door every night to say goodnight, occasionally tucking the blanket around you if she thought you looked cold.
âYou donât have to do this, you know,â you told her one night as she stood by your bed.
She just shrugged, smiling softly. âI want to.â
Despite her somewhat overbearing tendencies, you didnât mind. Alexiaâs house was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the loneliness of your small apartment. And while she could be bossy, she was kind about it.
One morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and toast. Wandering into the kitchen, you found Alexia setting the table.
âSit,â she ordered, pointing to the chair.
You raised an eyebrow. âYou know I can make my own breakfast, right?â
She just gave you a look. âEat.â
You laughed, but complied.
At training, the team noticed the change almost immediately.
âYou look well-rested,â Mapi teased one day as you walked onto the pitch, casually throwing her arm over your shoulder and pressing an obnoxious kiss to the side of your head. âWhat is Alexia feeding you?â
âVegetables,â you replied dryly as you wipe off her saliva, earning a laugh from the group.
Alexia just rolled her eyes from where she was sat on the cooler, tying up her boots, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
Over time, her house felt less like a temporary arrangement and more like home. You started teasing her about her habits, like how she couldnât go to bed without folding the blanket on the sofa just so or how she scolded you for leaving your shoes in the hallway.
âYouâre like a mum,â you joked one evening as she fussed over the laundry.
She paused, giving you a mock glare. âYou are messy.â
You grinned, throwing a cushion at her. âAnd youâre bossy.â
One night, after a particularly long day of training, you collapsed onto the sofa face first, groaning dramatically.
âTired?â Alexia asked, sitting down beside you.
âExhausted.â You grumbled, looking up at her through bleary eyes.
Without a word, she tossed a blanket over your body, making sure you were all tucked in.
You smiled, resting your head on her lap. âThanks, Ale.â
She patted your head gently, a gesture that had become surprisingly comforting. âAlways,â she replied.
**
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Have you seen Rook sleepwear!! The freckles! He still have them!! We all were right he do sleep in what we imagined and that hat too lol I can't it's so funny and cute ahahaha!
LMAO I was right about the long sleeves and the night cap đ and all the memes were right too⌠Rookâs dressed in grandpa-ass pajamas just like Scrooge (so is Vilâs card about to be him dressed in a luxuriously fluffy nightgown??)
bcjdbdiwnxksks Rook in this outfit makes me think of the wolf in granny clothes⌠lying in bed, pretending to be the woman he just swallowed whole to deceive Little Red Riding Hood đ which is ironic, since heâs supposed to be the huntsman (and is depicted as that in my Little Red Riding Hood Twst retelling). His large hands donât help, they make me feel a little nervous đŚ Really makes me think of âWhat big eyes you have, what large teeth you have,â etc.
No frizzy hair though! Did he have it permanently straightened, maybeâŚ? But it makes sense that his freckles remained! Iâve heard that some kinds of freckles can fade away with time or with continuous sun protection, but either there hasnât been enough time passed for Rook or he has the permanent type of freckles. Either way, itâs cute. This might imply that Rook typically covers the freckles up with makeup though. Iâm sure heâs wearing sunscreen tooâgotta protect that skin!
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Kiss Me More. pt 2:
silco x f!reader - 1.8k words - SFW
series summary: âWhatever, all Iâm saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,â Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, âYou know, if you want to.â
cw: first dates, jealous silco, silco is a little shit, silco causing problems on purpose, mild angst, mild sexual references, fluff, friends to lovers, young silco
PART 1Â
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One agonising, excruciatingly long week later and neither you nor Silco have mentioned the kiss again. In fact, Silco has been so weird, (well, weirder than he normally is anyhow) that youâre genuinely starting to worry you accidentally damaged some of his brain cells when you pulled on his hair.Â
He holds himself all weirdly now, like heâs forgotten how sitting or standing works. And he stares and stares and stares at you, and then scowls when you look back or ask him whatâs wrong.Â
You even catch him just standing staring at your bedroom door one day, smack bang in the middle of the corridor, but when you question what heâs doing he just grunts at you and slams into his own bedroom, the tips of his ears flushed crimson.
This, frankly unhinged, behaviour continues right up until youâre leaving for your date with Seven.Â
Vander, the wonderful, had said you looked lovely, and Silco, the prat, had just scowled at your outfit and crossed his arms in a huff.
Not wanting to spend the whole of your first ever date giving a rage-fuelled rant about your idiot best friend, youâd taken a deep breath and magnanimously chosen to just roll your eyes at him, instead of picking a fight.Â
You can get him back later by unpicking the seams of his favourite shirt, anyway. Thatâll show him.Â
But as youâd looked over your shoulder to say goodbye to the boys, fingertips hanging loosely off the door handle, youâd caught Silco surreptitiously looking you up and down with a surprisingly soft look on his face.Â
It had thrown you for a bit of a loop, the little motion and facial expression re-playing in your head over and over again as youâd walked through the streets of ZaunâŚ
But then thereâs no time to think of it anymore because youâre suddenly on your date with Seven - who you think you like. Itâs a bit difficult to tell, honestly.Â
The date goes well (you guess, youâve never been on one before, so thereâs nothing to really compare it to). Heâd taken you to dinner at one of the local food stalls because the restaurants on The Promenade are far, far too expensive, but at least the food had been familiar.Â
Plus, it was way nicer than any of Silâs burnt, home-made meals⌠Probably. (Okay, maybe youâve grown a little bit fond of them after all this time.)
You and Seven had talked for most of the date. And youâd gotten to know each other a little bit better. Well, youâd got to know Seven better; you didnât really get much of a chance to talk about yourself, in between his monologues.Â
And sure, you didnât kiss, but he did hold your hand on the way home.Â
Now, as you reach your apartment building, Seven insists on walking you up to your flat, even gesturing for you to climb the stairs before him with a sweep of his arm. And when you finally arrive outside your apartment door, he turns to you with a strange, smug look on his face.Â
âWell, I suppose this brings an end to our evening,â he says, voice dropping in a way that you assume is meant to be seductive, but honestly just makes him sound like he needs a cough drop. âBut there is one more thing I want to do before I leave.â
Before you even have a chance to respond, Seven is backing you up against the door, arms slithering around you until they rest low around your waist (a little too low if youâre being honest). An uncomfortable feeling settles in your chest but then heâs leaning down and lining his lips up with yours and-
Shit, this is it. Heâs going to kiss you.Â
You heave a sharp intake of breath and desperately try to remember everything Silco had told you during your little practice session, but itâs currently quite difficult to think properly when your heart is drumming in your chest and your hands are shaking.Â
Of course, thinking about Silco must summon him because instead of feeling the sensation of lips on lips, youâre suddenly experiencing the sensation of falling, as the door opens behind you.Â
Without the solid, wooden surface holding your upper back in place, you tip backwards with a squeal, only saved from falling flat on your arse by Seven tightening his arms around you and setting you back on your feet.Â
Instantly, you want his suffocating arms off of you, so you subtly shove him away as you turn to face the culprit of the opening door.Â
âSilco!â
âHey, youâre back,â he announces, a little too casually. It doesnât match his bizarre, half-amused, half-something-else expression at all. Or the death grip he has on the door frame. âGreat, we need to change the bed sheets.âÂ
You almost sputter at the choice of phrasing. Not his bed sheets, the bed sheets, like thereâs only one bed in the apartment, and needing to change them impliesâŚ
Before you can clarify, because you donât want your date getting the wrong idea, Silco turns to look at Seven, eyes narrowing dangerously.Â
Uh, oh. You know that look. Thatâs his âIâm going to make your life a fucking miseryâ look.Â
âOh, whoâs your little friend?â Silco asks, voice deceptively sweet.Â
âSeven,â he responds, holding a hand out for Sil to shake, which he promptly ignores. âAnd you are?â
âReally, very busy right now, so if youâll just excuse us.â Silco dismisses him, resting one hand on the small of your back as he tries to herd you through the doorway and into the flat.Â
You squirm out of his grasp, annoyance levels rising until theyâre practically reaching Piltover.Â
âSilco, just get the stuff out the airing cupboard and Iâll be with you in a min-"
âItâs okay, baby girl, Iâd best be going anyway.â Seven interrupts you, stepping even closer to you. His voice does that stuffy, flu thing again, and he acts like heâs speaking only to you, but itâs definitely loud enough for Silco to hear. âI had a great time this evening.â
âMe too.â You smile at him with tight lips, despite it being a bit of a lie. It just feels like itâs something youâre supposed to say at the end of a date.Â
âIâd love to do it again sometime,â he continues, voice taking on an overly suggestive tone. âIâll see you at the shop? We can arrange another date⌠maybe some late night swimming?â
You feel your face heat up at the thought, and it certainly doesnât help that Silco is a foot away, burning a hole into the side of your skull.Â
Janna, you really hope Seven doesnât try to kiss you again in front of Sil, you think you might die of embarrassment. You pretend to scratch at your nose, subtly covering your mouth, just in case he tries again.Â
âUh, I'll see you later,â you say noncommittally. âGoodnight, Seven.â
Except, it doesnât seem to work because he just grabs the hand covering your face and brings it up to his lips, pressing a rough kiss against your fingers. Itâs an effort not to squirm.Â
âGoodnight, princess,â he drawls, winking when you just stare at him.
Then, he finally notices the intense death stare Silco is sending his way, dropping your hand to shoot daggers back at your best friend before turning on his heel and sauntering down the stairs.Â
With Seven gone, a weird sense of relief floods through you, but it quickly dissipates, leaving you with nothing but the urge to smack Silco round the back of his stupidly beautiful head. You donât, though.Â
Instead, you march back inside the flat, hackles raised as Silco closes the door behind you and leans back on it. He dusts his hands off with two wide sweeps up and down like the dramatic idiot he is.Â
âAnd good riddance.â
Slowly, you turn to face him fully, carefully watching his eyes widen slightly in mild alarm.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â
âWhat?â he asks, really, genuinely confused.Â
You could throttle him.Â
âThat!âÂ
âIâm afraid I donât quite know what you mean,â Silco replies.Â
âYou were so rude to him!â you explode. âAnd youâŚâÂ
You want to say that he implied that the two of you share a bed, but you canât bring yourself to say it. Hell, you know your cheeks are absolutely burning at just the thought of it. (And not even just the usual things you think of when sharing a bed with someone, but even just the thought of waking up next to him, seeing him when heâs all relaxed and soft in the morning. It hurts to even picture it.)
âYeah, well, I donât like him.â Silco interrupts your runaway daydream.Â
âWhy? You don't even know him!â you protest.Â
âI just donât like the look of him.â
âSilco!"Â
âWhat? I donât think heâs right for you. I mean, did you hear him? I had a lovely evening, princess, why donât we go skinny dipping for our next date, doll.â The mocking accent he puts on is far from flattering. âUgh, what a slimeball.â
âHe doesnât even sound like that!â You donât know why you even bother protesting, heâs clearly on a roll.Â
âAnd what kind of a name is Seven, anyway? Do you think his parents hated him too? Do you think thatâs why heâs such a prick?â
You sigh heavily.Â
âIâm going to bed,â you announce, turning away from him to walk through the living room and towards your bedroom.Â
Except you donât get very far because Silco catches your hand and gently pulls you back to him, until youâre stood holding hands in the middle of the room.Â
âWait, I actually need your help making my bed,â he says, face and voice melting into something genuine (and irritatingly endearing).Â
But not endearing enough after all the shit heâs been putting you through this last week.Â
You pull your fingers out of his grip and slap at his hand when he tries to grab them again.Â
âGet Vander to do it,â you snap, perhaps a little too harshly.Â
âBut heâs still at work!â Heâs borderline pleading now.Â
âWell, youâll just have to sleep in dirty sheets then, wonât you?â You say, muttering a sardonic little, âTwat,â under your breath as you finally walk away.Â
Predictably, Silco is in a massive sulk for a ridiculous amount of time after that.
He doesnât even stop when you finally offer to help him change his bed sheets, watching him messily tucking the corners of the bed sheets under his threadbare mattress in silence, until you bat his hands away and show him how to do it properly (honestly, the boy is useless without you).Â
By the end of the week, you decide that you just donât understand him and probably never will. (It still doesnât stop you from thinking about him every second of every day, though.)
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Stuffing to Give
warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, AGE GAP, reader has an asshole family, hickeys (brief mention), cumming inside, Yunho bites once, clothe tearing, no protection, size kink if you squint, Yunho says 'young pussy', stomach bulge mention
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notes! sorry I've been gone, life or whatever. buuutttt happy holidays! this fic took me too long but for being in a drought, I'm proud of it. hope you enjoy :) (divider from @/anitalenia) tag! @desirehorizon
âYou know, you should be looking for a husband. Not worrying about your classes or anything like that. No man likes a woman too smart for her own good.â
It was your mom who opened the can of worms during Thanksgiving. The air was already uncomfortable being that distant family who were more like strangers sat at the dinner table, but mentioning that youâve been single for so long, at such an âold ageâ, made everything a thousand times worse.Â
Youâre not even old. Some would argue being in your mid-20s was still very young.Â
But no matter how much youâve tried to defend yourself. No matter how many times you said you just wanted to focus on furthering your education, your aunts and uncles pressed one and one thing only.Â
Your uncle lifted his fork to his greasy lips, the white meat of the turkey forcing itself into his already stuffed mouth. âYâknow, your youth will only last you for so long. Youâll end up an old cat lady and regret not settling down.â
Regret. You hate that word, as if these people know anything about you, let alone have a right to say how you should live. The food you're trying to swallow feels too big for your throat. Thereâs a burning in your chest. A feeling youâve tried desperately to suppress since the holidays started.Â
Anger. Hate. Hurt. Disgust. Fear.
You donât want to be here anymore.Â
Dramatically, you throw your fork on the table. The silverware clatters harshly against your plate and bounces until it lands on the other side of the table. The chatter stops immediately, all eyes on you as you stand so quickly the chair topples to the ground.
A pin could drop and it would echo in the quiet room.Â
âYou know what? Fuck this. Fuck you. I donât know why youâre so obsessed with me getting knocked up. Itâs fucking weird. Get off my dick.â
Aunts gasp. Some Uncles laugh. But your mom, her eyes are so wide and shocked as if she wasnât the one who started this whole issue and didnât do anything to defend you.Â
Her own daughter.Â
âAnd you.â You look at her, but itâs hard when your vision blurs. âWhen I do find a husband, and when I do have kids, donât expect to hear from me.â
Voices call your name as you turn away. Someone tries to hold you back by the forearm, but you tear from their grasp. Your only goal is to get the fuck out of there, heading for the front door and slamming it on your way out.
Itâs cold. A gentle breeze blows your hair as you turn to the side of the house. The crunch of leaves sounds on the ground therapeutically. You canât help but look at the pretty orange and brown beneath your feet. Itâs the only thing keeping your frustrating tears from falling.Â
But you donât see that thereâs already someone at the side of the house with your gaze on the ground. You forget how close the houses are in this neighborhood.
âBad day I take it?â
You lift your head, surprised to see someone already at your spot. The sun is setting despite the early hours. The only thing illuminating his face are the porch lights. His cheekbones are high. His brown hair is decorated with a few gray strands, framing his handsomeness perfectly. His lips curve into a smile, but more friendly than humorous.Â
Shit, youâre staring. âOh you know, just family butting in when they shouldnât.â
He grins at that. âAh, good olâ holiday joy. I canât stand them either. Pretending they know me when they don't.â
Relief settles on your shoulders. At least you arenât alone. âI know right? They change my diaper once and suddenly think they know whatâs good for me.â
The man laughs. His smile lines deepen at his lips and his eyes close for a brief moment. You smile at him.
âI know the feeling all too well.â He studies you when he opens his eyes again, gaze dropping to your nylon-covered legs and the cut of your dress. He travels up to your face smoothly. âWhat was your name?â
It takes a second for the effect of his gaze to fade, but you manage to tell him. âIâm studying Chemistry right now. On my way to getting a Masters.â
His eyebrows shoot up. âOh wow! Thatâs really impressive! You look too young to have all that under your belt already.â
His compliments make you burn. âOh, thank you. I just study hard.â You tuck a strand of hair that blows annoyingly in your face. âAnd you are...?â
âYunho.â
You furrow your eyebrows together. âYou know? No, I donât think I do.â
He looks just as confused, but then realization settles on his face and he laughs again. This time, he clutches his stomach and bends over, getting close to your bubble. Not that you mind, you like the smell of his light, earthy cologne.
âNo- not âyou know.â Yunho. Y-U-N-H-O.â
That smile is still on his face when it clicks in your mind. You feel your face burn from embarrassment, covering your mouth with cold fingers. âOh my god. Iâm such an idiot. Yunho. Okay, I get it.â
Youâre still burning when he chuckles again, deep and velvety. âNo worries. I think thatâs the first time thatâs happened to me.â
The two of you laugh once more before you settle into silence. The quiet doesnât last long when he asks, âSo why are you out here? If you donât mind me asking.â
Maybe itâs the warm, pleasant feeling in your stomach from talking to Yunho, but you donât have an ounce of hesitation in telling him. âMy family has always bugged me about starting a family. The moment I graduated high school, itâs like the only thing Iâm good for now is popping out babies.â
Yunho scoffs. His jaw clenches attractively and you hate how your legs press together upon the sight.Â
âI know completely where youâre coming from. Trust me, that nagging never goes away. Iâm already well above my prime and my brothers still bother me about finding a wife. With all this gray hair? I donât think the ladies would want an old man like me.â
A demon must possess you because you speak before you can even think. âWhat? Yunho, I know we just met, but youâre likeâŚvery attractive. Finding a wife wonât be hard for you, even if you think youâre old.â
The lift of his eyebrow says it all. Heâs shocked, at the very least. He stands straighter, towering over you. You hadnât realized he was leaning against the wall to appear smaller, but his height stuns you.
He cocks his head to the side. âYou think so?â
It takes a moment to gather your thoughts. His defined chest shows through his black turtleneck, nipples pebbling in the cold. His lithe arms wrap over his chest, adding to the clothed cleavage. If his upper body looks this good underneath clothes, you canât even imagine anything less.
âIâŚâ Fuck it. âYeah. I do. Youâre tall, handsome, fit, and some chicks dig older guys.âÂ
He scoffs a little, but itâs more from embarrassment than pride. His full cheeks blush further and you know itâs not from the cold. If you manage to play your cards right, you can ditch your family dinner for a different type of feast.
Yunhoâs smile turns darker, more sinister as he looks down at you through his bangs. âOh yeah? What type of chicks?â
âIf you want to get specific, maybe the one standing in front of you.â
His grin deepens. Bingo.
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His car is nice. Like, really nice. The seats are leather and he's got interior lights that shine when he opens the passenger car door for you.Â
What a gentleman.Â
But itâs his flat that impresses you the most. The ones you see are usually in the movies, either too small for any average person to live in or big enough for a whole town. Yunho has the latter.
You want to compliment him. Or more so, ask what type of job he has to afford all this space, but the large hands on your back push you to the bedroom and remind you why youâre here in the first place.
He doesnât bother closing the door when you two make it to his room. Yunho cranes his neck down, lips ghosting over your own before he finds your neck instead. You lean to one side, hands going up his back trailing to his hair that you intertwine with your fingers. His mouth is so warm on your cold skin. It has you shaking for a brief moment before you get used to his heat.
Yunho starts with pecks. His lips feel plush and delicate, causing your flesh to rise with goosebumps. He moves to the center of your neck and kisses there too, but just when your eyes are starting to flutter shut and your mouth opens to sigh, he bites.Â
You gasp instead. âAh! Yunho!â
He doesnât pull away from your throat, but you can feel his body jolt with giggles. He presses his kisses harder where his teeth marked you, a tiny apology you grow wet from. The two of you are still standing mere inches from the bed, but you donât want to part from him. Yunhoâs leg fits perfectly snug between your thighs and though you arenât grinding, your cunt likes the warmth it provides.Â
But you can feel it throbbing. The aching for any tiny movement, but you force yourself still save for how you keep pressing yourself against him.
Yunho makes you feel so small. His hands feel as if they could hold you easily, and they seem to do that with your lower back. Long fingers dig into your skin, and it doesnât take long for his hands to travel further down until he finds the fat of your ass.
He takes a moment to stop giving you hickeys and groans into your shoulder. âSo fucking soft. Your ass looks so good in this dress.â He swipes his tongue from your collarbone to the place below your ears. Your nipples harden almost immediately, the wetness makes you cold for a moment.
âYou should see how it looks without it on.â
Challenge sparks in his eyes when he raises his head to look at you. All it takes is a reassuring nod from you before he pulls away almost completely, save for the hands squeezing your ass.
âOn the bed then. Let me see.â
You smile and pry his hands off you, lifting your dress above your hips, but not off your body completely. You turn around for Yunho to face your back, hands finding the bed so you crawl on the bed for him to see. Your knees are on the edge, but finding balance is easy when you arch, wiggling your ass in the air.
The nylons are still on, but the see-through fabric adds a layer of sexiness. Yunhoâs fingers graze your ass, stuck on squeezing and spreading your cheeks. It makes your pussy lips move with it, opening and closing against your clit softly.Â
Itâs such a tiny movement to your pussy, but with how youâve been ignoring its leaking, it feels like so much more. You moan in the sheets, gently rocking yourself back and forth to try and get Yunho to spread your ass more.
âJesus Christ.â He puts his thumb on your pussy, guiding it against your slit until he finds the bundle of nerves underneath your nylons and underwear. âI can feel how wet you are. You need it real bad, huh?â
His fingers are muted from the layers of clothes, but that doesnât stop you from whining. You press back until his thumb is hard against you, swiveling your hips for friction.Â
âYesyesyes. So bad. I want your cock.â
His one thumb turns into multiple fingers. You sing with pleasure, showing no shame as you ride his hand until you feel the subtle, but familiar feeling coil in your stomach. Your styled hair is now a mess as it covers your eyes from how hard youâre rocking. Though you canât see, you can feel the arousal leaking down your thighs and gather at your nylons.
Your orgasm comes quickly. It gets easy to grind on his fingers when your body is desperately chasing the high. âCumming! Fuckfuckfuck, I'm cumming.â
You lift yourself on your forearms, halting all your movements to let the blinding pleasure wash over you, hot and delicious. Moans tumble past your lips. The tiniest bit of drool seeps from your mouth as you shake. You rock again, this time, to milk out your orgasm to completion.Â
But Yunho pulls away.
A desperate cry leaves you. âW-wait. M-more. I want m-â
Familiar hands push you back into the sheets. Yunho holds you by the back of the neck, forcing you to keep your trembling ass in the air.Â
Your heart races. More gasps and heavy breaths filter through your chest, but itâs an excitement that bubbles in your stomach. So much adrenaline runs through your body that half of the shaking is from your nerves.Â
You just know heâs going to fuck you good.
âYou came on my hand and youâre already asking for more?â Yunho tuts. âSo impatient, but donât worry, youâll get it. Girls like you love cumming their brains out, huh?â
Thereâs no denying that. You nod in the sheets and whimper a pathetic yes, but Yunho approves nonetheless.
âYeah, thatâs why youâll take any cock you can get, right? Even if itâs a strangerâŚâ His free hand smoothes over your ass, but once he finds a good grasp on your nylons, he yanks. Your entire body pulls back from the force. You have to grab onto the mattress to not slip off the bed.Â
âEven if itâs a man whoâs almost twice your ageâŚâ
Another harsh yank and you hear fabric tear. Yunho pulls and pulls until your ass and cunt are free from the material. Itâs only your underwear in the way, but you doubt thatâll be a problem.
Yunho leans down until heâs at your ear. Your body breaks into chills. He feels everywhere. He is everywhere from how big he is. You know youâre safe, but the thought of being at his mercy heightens your pleasure.
âDonât worry, sweetie. Iâll buy you a new one.â He sweetly pecks your head and pulls away.
Youâd laugh from the drastic switch-up, but you moan instead when you feel his fingers at your cunt. He plays with your folds through your panties, poking where your entrance is and smearing the arousal staining the underwear.Â
Youâve never been this wet before. It usually takes some lube or way more foreplay, but Yunho turns you on in ways you didnât believe were possible. His deft fingers and how his brown eyes can be warm but threatening. Everything about him is captivating and you can only hope he thinks the same about you.
With a finger hooking to the side of your panties, he tugs until your bare cunt is finally freed. You clit peeks from your hood, throbbing between your lips desperately.Â
For the first time since youâve met him, you feel nervous. Yunho stares at your pussy longer than youâre used to, making you try and press your thighs together to hide it.Â
âNuh-uh.â He jiggles your ass. âDonât do that. I wanna see your pussy.â
You whine but obey. You put yourself face-first into the bed, ignoring how your cheeks turn red.Â
Soon, the bed shifts weight and you hear the sound of a zipper. You pick up your head to look back, but Yunho forces you to face the bed.Â
You pout. âI wanna seeeee.â
âYou just want everything, donât you?â Yunho sounds condescending, but he rewards you with the head of his cock. Your lower lips wrap around his tip when he grinds against your pussy, making sure to keep your underwear out of the way. âYou want to cum, you want my dick, you wanna see itâŚAnd the worst part is, youâve got such a pretty pussy that youâll get everything you want.â
Yunho pulls back just enough to line himself up. You still havenât gotten over how his tip felt brushing against you. Heâs slicked himself up nice and wet to press, intruding on your entrance.Â
You squeal. His shape opens you so easily that his size doesnât sting at all, but makes your brain fuzzy. Though Yunho wonât let you see, you know heâs big. You turn dumb too quickly, chest burning from the oxygen he fucks out of you when he buries himself to the hilt.Â
âOh my-...fffuucckkkk.â
Yunho groans at your moaning. He opts to hook his thumb in your panties and splay the rest of his fingers on your ass. Messily, he gathers your hair to create a makeshift ponytail with his other hand, forcing your chest up.Â
Out... In... Out... InâŚ
The pace is slow, but that doesn't mean itâs dull. Yunho pulls out until his tip is barely inside before pressing back in. When his pelvis is flush against your ass, it has you kicking your feet up and down on the bed from the overwhelming sensation.Â
He feels like heâs in your ass. In your throat. You canât escape how deep Yunho drills into you when he keeps you still by the hair, forcing you to take every unbearable inch.
You love every second of it.Â
âNghhh. Yunnhooo. Fuck meee. Fuck me pleeasseee.â
The sound of your cunt squelching echoes in the room. Yunho grunts at your command, pulling you up a few inches.Â
âYeah, you want it? You want it? Then fucking take it.â
Itâs like a switch. That cautious pace turns animalistic, rough, and quick until your breasts manage to slip from the top of your dress and bounce freely.Â
Your breath gets caught in your throat. Thereâs no sound until a harsh thrust forces the moan out. Once you start, you can stop. All you can manage are gasps and whines from Yunhoâs drive.Â
Every vein, every curve doesnât go unnoticed between your walls. The repeated pistons force you to know his shape. You know heâs carving a place for him. So deep and good that you donât think you could ever go back to hookups at your university again.Â
But itâs Yunhoâs tip that does it for you. Thereâs no you could ever unknow how it kisses your cervix or how the shape digs into you. You can't stop clenching down on it, sucking it back in over and over despite the pleasure overload youâre enduring.Â
Your pussyâs in loooove.
The haziness of your mind clears a bit when Yunho pulls you up more. Your fingers barely graze the mattress, but the pain in your scalp feels dull when you look into his eyes.
Theyâre dark, hungry, and possessive. Thereâs nothing but carnal desire when you dreamily look up at them, eyes losing focus rather quickly.Â
âYouâre gonna cum. I fucking know you are. You cuntâs so fucking loud, itâs begging for it again.â
You swoon. Yunho knows he can make you feel good, he can feel it. Something like affection burns in your chest and you look at his pink lips.Â
He grins. âYou want a kiss?â
You nod, but it must look silly since your entire body is jolting.Â
Yunho looks borderline psychotic when he breaks out into a smile. âFuck. I love how young and stupid your pussy is. Iâm gonna cum all over it. Youâd like that, huh?â
âLoooveee iiiit.â
Yunho quickens his pace. You swear if you look down, you could see his cock poking through your stomach from the angle. Instead, youâre held to look into his eyes, vision blurring as your second orgasm approaches. Itâs so much more intense than your first. Now you have something to clench on. Something to cream on when you inevitably burst.Â
And with your crossed eyes looking into his, you do. You feel a burst of warmth from your stomach speedily reach your pussy. It makes you feel hot, the even hotter arousal pooling down your thighs and onto Yunhoâs cock.
He moans above you. His hips grow sloppy, hitting different parts of your cunt that have you squealing. Yunho doesnât break eye contact when he stills in you, dick throbbing as his cum shoots inside.Â
The two of you stay moaning into each other's mouths, lips a mere inch away until he finally gives you what you want. The kiss is sloppy, full of breaths and moans as you messily shove tongues inside.
He swipes the inside of your cheek. He twists his tongue with yours until salvia trickles down your chin. You suck on his muscle and he does the same, pulling away with a wet smack that leaves you buzzing.
Yunho stares at you for a beat, eyes blinking as he comes to a sudden realization. âI think I'll keep you.âÂ
You donât have the energy to respond, but you're thinking the same thing.
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the garden is growing
"you live together, work together. doesnât it all get a little boring?" thereâs a weight to her observation, something invasive, like sheâs pulling out weeds that you never asked her to tend, tilling through soil thatâs been left unbothered for too long. the cups of tea, the folding of blankets. you could never call that boring.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)
genre: fluff! maybe angst if you really really squint
content: after catching up with an old friend, bau!reader and bf!spencer have a contemplative talk about their relationship as they walk home. domestic... mentions of marriage... lurve in the air...
word count: 2.2k
note: a post finals treat to myself! leaned heavy into the garden imagery for this one lol, this was heavily inspired by the poem linked, i highly recommend it! o i also added some song recs below for this one :P (ps i did not mean to compare spencer's eyes to PEBBLES but it was either that or a random brown flower... sorry.)
a line: The perennial pushes its way through the cracks in the concreteâsmall, steady, and undeniably alive. Itâs there. Itâs growing.
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say Except that the garden is growing. - wendy cope
When you were younger, you had a garden. A field just a stone's throw from your front door. Not the kind in a backyard, fenced in and manageable. No, it was wild and uncontained, the grass alive beneath your feet. They used to say love was like a garden. You'd think about that sometimesâhow you were supposed to tend to it, rake and comb and pull out the weeds before they strangled your beautiful flowers. And when it rained, you just had to let it. Let the downpour come and see what survived.
Youâre standing under the awning, shaking droplets off your jacket. You mumble a thanks to the doorman as he holds the door open, offering a silent nod in return. The door opens to a polished, marble lobby, and suddenly youâre acutely aware of how out of place you look. Youâd come straight from the office, having dwindled your stack of case files from a grand total of 26 to a modest 19. The grand mirror to your left does nothing to help. If anything, itâs magnifying the creased fabric of your trousers and the damp strands of hair stuck to your cheek. You shift uncomfortably, tugging at your sleeves and smoothing your hair out in a futile attempt at order. It was urgent sheâd said. A matter of utmost importance. Youâre not sure why youâre here, but you know with certainty that youâd rather not be.
She sees you before you see her. She calls out for you, the nickname wrapping around you like a sweater one size too smallâwarm but suffocating. It might as well be. You havenât seen her in nearly a yearâmaybe a year and a half? You shrug, suddenly missing Spencerâs precision, his ability to pin things down to the day, the hour.
"Hi," you manage, sliding into the seat opposite her. âIâm really sorry. Work was crazyâ" you start, but your words dissolve the moment she thrusts her hand forward. A diamondâno, a boulderâcatches the light, dazzling and deliberate. You nearly choke on the glass of water youâve just picked up.Â
"Let me tell you about crazy," she says, her grin sharpening.Â
Oh, the yacht! And donât even get me started on the violins, can you believe it! The sea was just gorgeousâDid I mention it was on a yacht? Her words tumble out as you try to follow along, but you canât quite keep up, only noting it definitely involved an abhorrent amount of Dom Perignon.
âI wish you couldâve been there to see it,â she says, her voice tinged with what you hope is nostalgia and not pity.
âIâm sorry I missed it,â you murmur, and you mean itâsort of. You used to be close, but since starting at the BAU, everything else kind of took a backseat. It had to. âI wish I couldâve too. Workâs beenââ
"Crazy, right," she cuts in, waving it off. "Big fancy BAU," She winks. "That jobâs gonna be the death of you one day yâknow, all those hours." You force a laugh, but her words hit a little too literally, heavier than she knows. You donât think she quite grasps the reality of your work.
âSo,â she says, leaning in now, her chin propped delicately on her hand, her diamond ring catching the light. You canât help but think itâs mocking you. âHowâs things going with Spencer?â
"Oh, theyâre going fine."
"Fine?" She raises her brows. "Trouble in paradise?"
âNo, not at all,â you insist, your voice instinctively rising in defence. âWeâreâfine. You know, same old, same old. We just wrapped a big case actually. This guyââ You cut yourself off, realizing mid-sentence that the story of a guy meticulously collecting hair from women post-mortem doesnât feel like the kind of story to share during dinner under a sparkling chandelierâNot that youâre doing much eating anyway. The menu was a labyrinth of fancy salads, obscure cheeses, and entrĂŠes described in French that youâre only half sure translate to lamb. Youâd settled for pushing a few greens around your plate, making a mental note to stop by the bodega later. Â
Her laugh pulls you back to the table, "I donât know how you do it."
"Do what?"
"You know⌠Live together, work together, day in, day out. Doesnât it all get a little..." She trails off, letting her expression finish the sentence.Â
"A little⌠what?"Â
"Boring?"
You blink. "Boring?"Â
The word tastes bitter. You donât like it. The way the dog always chases the cat? Boring. The way the cat always seeks shelter in the same tree? Boring. But the way they both come running home every time you call? Thatâs never boring. Spencer in the quiet morningsâhair tousled, voice soft and sleepy as he murmurs a 'good morning.' The cups of tea, the folding of blankets. You could never call that boring.Â
She laughs lightly, the sound cutting through the restaurantâs hum. "Not in a bad way! I just mean... do you guys even go out? Like, for fun? You guys have been together for, what like, years now?â Three years and 4 months, you think to yourself. Youâd never need Spencerâs eidetic memory to remember that.Â
"Well, yeah, sure we doâŚ" you say finally. "Um, we went to a museum recently." You donât tell her it was to interview a suspect. Her smile tightens, like sheâs not sure whether to believe you or feel sorry for you. You take a careful sip of water, resisting the urge to shift under her gaze. Thereâs a weight to her observation, something invasive, like sheâs pulling out weeds that you never asked her to tend, tilling through soil thatâs been left unbothered for too long. Outside, the rain keeps falling.
By the time you part with polite hugs and hollow smiles, the downpour has softened to a drizzle. Spencer is waiting by the curb, hair slightly damp. His eyes light up at the sight of you. Under the glow of the streetlight, they remind you of the pebbles you used to collect by the garden path. Youâd carry them home, pocketful by pocketful, washing and scrubbing at them until they shone. Only your favourites made it to your shelf. Tiny, perfect trophies.
âHi, honey.â
"Hiya." You lean into his chest, a tired smile tugging at your lips as you manage a strained, âIâm starving.âÂ
âHi starving. Care for a burrito?â he asks, tilting a takeout bag toward you with a small smile.
Your eyes meet his, and thereâs something in his smileâsoft, understanding, familiarâthat makes your chest ache. âHowâd you know?â you ask, practically tearing into the bag.
âSearched the menu after you left,â he says simply, falling into step beside you as you start walking. âFigured you wouldn't have liked much in there," he shrugs, casual. You feel your cheeks warm. Two hours away from Spencer Reid is two hours too long.Â
The walk home is quiet at first, the two of you picking your way around puddles reflecting neon signs. The burritoâs long gone, leaving your hand free for Spencer to hold, fingers interlocked.
âSheâs engaged,â you say eventually.
Spencer furrows his brows. âAlready?â
âItâs only been like, what, eight? nine months?â
Spencer frowns, pauses then says, â256 daysâ, the precision drawing a faint smile from you.
âCrazy isnât it?â
âI guess. Some people are like that,â he says, âDid you know statistically, couples who get engaged within the first year of dating are 20% more likely to divorce within the first five years?â
âWith that prenup incoming sheâd better hope theyâre the exception thenâŚâ you murmur, not really listening.Â
Thereâs something in your chest, persistent and heavy. You can feel its roots stirring, working its way beneath the surface, threatening to loosen the earth that keeps you grounded.Â
A few more steps in silence. Then, quietly, âDo you think weâre boring?â
âBoring?â Spencer tilts his head slightly. âDo you think weâre boring?â
You hesitate, suddenly self-conscious. âI donât think weâre boring, but you know, we donât do much.âÂ
âWeâre in the FBI, honey. Iâd argue we do a lot.â He smirks, the corner of his mouth twitching playfully. You try to laugh, but it comes out forced, brittleâlike a flower trying to push out a bloom that's not quite ready yet.
Spencer notices, as he always does. âIs there something you want to do?â It stirs in you again, something tender and uncertain. You donât know if it will be a flower that blooms or a weed that chokes out everything else.Â
âNo,â You say a little too quickly, âNothing really, just... Other than work and homeââ
âWhatâd she say?â
âHm?â
âYou love work, you live for itâI practically have to drag you out of the office most days,â he reasons, tone calm and steady. âAnd, if this is something that was bothering you⌠Iâd have known. So it mustâve been something she said.â You stop walking, the words catching in your throat. It bothers youâhow her vines have crept into your garden, straight through to the soil beneath. Flowers rarely thrive in foreign soil, you think.Â
âNot really,â you lie, biting your lipâa tell Spencer surely catches. âWe just talked about the engagement. Well, she talked.â
He doesnât press, though you can tell he doesnât believe you. His gaze lingers, but he chooses to give you space. âHow was it? The engagement.â
âSomething about a yacht,â you reply with a shrug.
âI thought she was afraid of water.â
âNot when itâs on a million-dollar vessel, apparently.â
Spencer chuckles. You continue to walk. Your feet do their best to trace the familiar trail, trying to find the garden path that takes you home. Left. Right. Left. Right. But your thoughts snag, tripping on an unseen vine, and you stumble.
âDo you ever think about it?â you ask.
âAbout what?â
âLike... if we ever get married and stuff.â
Now itâs Spencerâs turn to stop mid-step, rooted to the spot, his body going still. You freeze too, breath trapped in your chest, a flush spreading across your cheeks. âIâm sorry,â you rush to say, the guilt sharp and immediate. âThat was silly, I shouldnât have brought it up.âÂ
You tug softly on his hand trying to pull him forward, but he doesnât budge. His brows knit together as his gaze locks with yours.Â
âWhen.âÂ
âWhen what?â
âYou said if. Iâm saying when. When we get married.â
âWhen we get married?â you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the moment.
âYeah,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âWhen. Not if. I donât think really of it as a hypothetical possibility.â
Your chest tightens and you donât know exactly what to say, but your fingers instinctively tighten around his. Spencer senses your silence and rushes to fill the space.
âDo you⌠not think that?â he asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.
âI do! Of course, I do.â Your voice falters. âI just⌠I didnât know you thought about it that way too.â
Spencer hums, soft smile on his face. âI know I tend to look at things in terms of statistics, probabilitiesâBut us? Thereâs no âifsâ. Not with you, honey. Never with you.â
And just like that, the earth beneath you shifts, breaking apart to reveal a bud. Not a flower but a fruit-bearing tree. You try and fight the urge to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him, but heâs already leaning in, his lips warm and familiar against yours. As you pull back, eyes locked, you think back to the pebbles you used to collect. Your tiny, perfect trophiesâSpencerâs eyes are far better, you think.Â
âYou smell like burrito,â he teases. You laugh, the sound light and easy. âYou love burritos.â
He brushes a stray curl from your forehead. âI love you.â
Through the clearing, you see it. The vines have receded, the rain has come and gone. Your feet step off the garden path with certainty. Itâs safe now. Itâs here.Â
âSo,â you say with renewed excitement, your steps light as you glance at him, âBeach wedding?â
Spencer wrinkles his nose. âDo you have any idea how much fecal bacteria there is in beach sand?â
âBlegh.âÂ
âNo, seriously. Beach sand has 10 to 100 times more fecal bacteria than seawater.â
âHow about we donât throw around the word âfecalâ when my burrito is still working its way through me,â you reply, grimacing. âWhatâs your genius idea then?â
He grins. âBarn wedding?â
âSpence, I love you, and I know youâve always wanted to be a cowboy, but Iâm not walking down the aisle with hay in my hair.â
He laughs, shaking his head as you walk side by side, hands swaying between you. Spencer spots a perennial growing out of concrete cracks by the lamppost 2 steps ahead of you.Â
âWhat about a garden wedding? In spring?âÂ
âA garden wedding,â you say, a soft smile spreading across your face, âYeah, Iâd really like that, springâs nice.â
"Okay,â he says, hand warm in yours, âin spring then."
Thereâs no towering oak tree, ancient and steadfast, to mark this moment, no circle of wildflowers dancing wildly around with their colours. But still the perennial pushes its way through the cracks in the concreteâsmall, steady, and undeniably alive. Itâs there. Itâs growing.
They used to say love was like a garden. When his drought comes, silent but devastating nonetheless, you quench it with your rainâsoft, temperamental. And when your rain changes her tide, thrashing and wild, he shelters you beneath his leaves, vast and unyielding. Together you prune the dead parts, plant anew, and marvel at what thrives.
The next time someone asks you how things are going, thereâs no pursed smile or hesitant pause, distant in thought. You just smile and say it's going. It's going alright. It's going great. Itâs going fine.Â
Because all that matters is that it's going.Â
Your garden is growing.Â
ââ´ď¸Ë・â hi if you're here! thank you for reading! feel free to like or reblog or comment or reply!
song recs if you feel like it: nothing by bruno major love letter from the sea to the shore by delaney bailey youâre here thatâs the thing by beabadoobee
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bookworm blurb
pairing: bookworm!reader x rafe
synopsis: youâre trying to read your book but a certain someone canât help but distract you
warnings: fluff, smut, daddy kink, pet names, MDNI
something about books always calmed you down. you were an anxious mess ninety nine percent of the time but reading always helped shut your mind off. it made you stop thinking about all the what ifs and kept you from overthinking. you could get so into a book sometimes hours would pass when in felt like only minutes. you could completely focus in on the words on the page and completely forget everything around you. which is why you didnât notice him standing there watching you.
rafe thought it was cute how you could talk about books all day. he didnât have the attention span to read that much but he always admired you for it. the way your face would light up when you discovered a new favorite. sometimes you would even cry when one of your favorite characters died. he hated when you cried of course but he found it so fucking endearing how connected you could be to these characters.
he shook his head and slowly walked towards you. your stomach was against the cushions, you knees bent with you feet in the air. your hair in a messy ponytail on the cusp of falling out. theyâd spent the whole day home. the weather outside one of those rare cold, rainy days. you always said you loved listening to the rain as you read. it was the perfect background noise.
âhey sweetheart.â
you jumped, quickly closing your book. a blush already rising on your cheeks. you knew you shouldnât be embarrassed but you always were. your thighs rubbed together as you turned your head to look up at him.
âyou scared me!â you let out a laugh as you made to get up but his hands pushed your back down. âwhatâre you doinâ? donât you wanna sit with me?â
â âcourse I wanna. but you look comfy, keep reading I just wanted to see you.â
he lifted your legs and slid under you. his hands immediately going to massage your thighs. he could never keep his hands off you for long. Whether it was holding your hand or playing with your hair.
you went back to your book. quickly getting immersed in the words again. it wasnât uncommon for rafe to sit with you while you read. his hands mindlessly rubbing up and down. occasionally his fingers would drift a little too far up. fingertips grazing your underwear. you hadnât bothered getting dressed this morning. simply throwing on a shirt and pair of panties.
youâre not sure how long has passed but you were a little more then halfway done with your book.
âbaby?â his fingers stopped just below your underwear. tracing the fabrics edges but never straying to your center.
âhmm?â
he knew what he was doing. youâd manage to block him out for the most part. but heâs been getting touchier the longer you read.
âyouâre so pretty.â both his hands came up to squeeze your ass and you let out a little moan.
your face was burning. youâd been together for a while now but youâd never get used to this. his words. his touch.
âmy pretty girl. youâre reading one of those scenes arenât you? think i didnât notice you clenching your thighs? donât know why you read âem when iâm right here.â
you were dripping. it only took a few words and touches from him to have you soaking through your underwear. you tucked your face into your arms. your book falling onto the floor with a little thump.
âso wet. this for me or your little book?â his fingers were teasing. dragging back and forth over the material separating you from him. the material thin. his fingertips catching on your entrance every so often.
âfor y-you. always for you.â god he was barely even touching you and you were a panting mess. âplease rafe.â
his fingers stopped. his warmth gone in an instant. your head popped up about to ask why he stopped before you felt a sharp sting on your ass.
âtsk tsk. what did i say about you calling me that? try again sweetheart.â
his hand was massaging you over where he slapped. the skin sure to have a pink mark.
âp-please daddy. teasing too much.â you were shocked when he first asked you to call him that. you didnât realize youâd liked it until you were a moaning mess beneath him, the word slipping out like youâd said it thousands of times before.
âsee? that wasnât so hard baby was it.â
your thighs clenched with his words. his voice alone could make you wet. he knew how to talk in a way that had you melt against him.
âyou want my fingers sweet girl? your bodyâs tellin me ya do. so wet fâme. i donât know why you bother wearing these. âm just gonna take them off.â
sure enough you felt him pulling the fabric donât your thighs. you flushed as you felt your wetness trailing down your leg. his fingers coming back up to rub you. trailing up and your your slit. his fingernails catching on your clit making you whine.
âdaddy. please.â
you could feel his gaze on you. youâd imagine a smirk lining his lips. you could feel how hard heâd become beneath you. the sweatpants leaving little to the imagination. your hips trying to rub up against him.
âso needy. câmon baby i wanna hear you say it.â
your face was flushed. you could feel sweat dripping down your neck. his fingers avoiding the one spot you needed him to touch.
âplease. p-please fuck me with your fingers.â
his middle and pointer finger immediately dipped into you. you were so wet there wasnât even any resistance.
âyes. yes. ohmygodplease.â
before youâd met him youâd tried touching yourself. but your fingers were too slim. too short to reach that one spot inside of you. rafeâs the first one to make you cum. his fingers thick and long enough that he barely has to try.
you hear him chuckle. his fingers dragging against your walls. in and out. in and out.
âgod baby. youâre dripping down my fingers. feel good yeah? i can feel you gripping me. so fucking tight.â
he lets out a groan as your walls squeeze him. youâre so close. so fucking close. tears brim your eyes and you canât help but buck against his fingers chasing that feeling. your stomachs tightening and youâre so close you slam your eyes shut. whining and moaning incoherent words. all you can feel is his rough fingers slamming inside you.
âgod please iâm about to cum. please i-i need-â
âdonât worry baby. i know what you need.â
his thumb finds your clit. running tight and fast. you throw you head back.
âohmyfuckinggodâ
you feel that spot in your stomach snap. stars dance behind your eyelids as your body slumps on the couch.
you feel him move beneath you. heâs so hard beneath you it makes you whimper at the thought of how he feels inside you.
rafeâs hand, the one he wasnât using, comes and and grabs your head. tilting your face to look at him.
âeyes on me baby. there she is.â
youâre blinking. your eyelids fighting the heaviness that weighs down your body. yet you feel your body clench as you watch him lick you off his fingers. his eyes never leaving yours.
you feel yourself dripping onto him. no doubt leaving a wet patch on his pants.
âso fucking sweet. here, taste yourself. lick my fingers clean.â
you weakly lean forward and take his fingers in your mouth. gagging slightly as he pushes them in farther.
âthere you go. good girl, cleaninâ me up so well.â
um so hi. this is my first attempt at smut and omg what do you think.
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mistletoe
pairing: spencer reid x reader
description: in which you and spencer decorate your apartment for christmas.
tags: fluff, roommate!spencer, gn!reader, idiots in love, pinning, decorating!, spencer lifts reader up super quick, reader teases spencer bcs its fun, a little singing.
a/n: woahhh first christmas fic. MY BAD i listened to our love by curtis harding when i wrote majority of this so it just became what it did (not rlly sure what that is). you'd think a reader fond of christmas would only be playing christmas songs (esp when decorating), but she doesn't even?? idk guys. also i gave a hack making a header for this one, might continue making them. anyway lmk what you think, happy reading :))
wc: 1.7k
âtacky, tacky, tacky...â you drone, fingers skimming over the themed trinkets and signs on the shelves. youâre christmas decor shopping with spencer. it's almost the end of november, which you personally think is too late (being a strict âchristmas starts on november 1stâ believer), but you had no choice in the matter, wanting to wait for spencer's schedule to free up so you could go together.Â
âoh cute!â you chirp, picking up a porcelain snoopy with a santa hat on. you show it to spencer, who trails behind you with a sparsely filled cart. âbeside the-â
âtv,â he finishes for you, nodding in agreement. you place it in the cart and continue walking down the aisle.
âi hope youâre checking the price tags,â he muses from behind you, scanning over all the items. you shoot him a look paired with an unconvincing âyeah.â
âbe serious,â he says, though a little amused.
âi am,â you step closer to him, meeting his somewhat challenging gaze. you try to hold your ground but something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he squints at you makes you want to look away. âfine, i'll look over everything before check out. deal?â
he smiles, victorious. âdeal.â he holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake before continuing your perusing.
you spend the next 2 hours like that, complaining about the abundance of generic things and squealing when you do find something nice. in the end, settling on an assortment of baubles, to add on to the ones you already had from last year, a new green blanket, a mulled-wine scented candle (that took you way too long to pick), the snoopy ornament, and 2 matching mugs which you had to sweet talk spencer into buying. you can never have too many mugs.Â
ËËË âĄ ËËË
you light the new candle and set it on the dining table, briefly glancing at the flame. the warmth on your face feels nice but you pull away quickly, knowing that if spencer catches you that close to the candle, heâll chastise you about the fumes.Â
he's digging through the closet for last year's decorations. the tree is already upâ7ft somethingâtucked in the corner of the living room, bare and in dire need of some personality. he finds the box, and you pull out the fairy lights, starting to swirl the wire from the top down, spencer opposite you to help.
music faintly plays from your speaker, so you turn it up, landslide by fleetwood mac.
you circle around the tree with a handful of baubles, a collection of reds and whites, hanging them up where they felt right. spencer nudges you for approval on a few placements and you give him a reassuring smile. the two of you move in sync, on either end. he places a custom ornament of his team somewhere to the front of the tree. when you put up the last of the new ones, you take a step back and give it a good look. happy, spencer hands you the star. he hovers two tentative hands under your arms, over your rib cage, to lift you. thereâs a stool near you that wouldâve been perfectly fine, but you wiggle in his grasp anyway, telling him he can. despite his lanky frame, he picks you up with ease. you place the gold topper on firmly. when he puts you down you lean back into him, swaying. you hum quietly to the music. he presses his lips into your hair, lingering, before pulling away. you instantly miss his warmth, but you don't dwell on it, why should you?
the click of the kettle sounds from the kitchen, he's probably making tea. you think to tell him to use the new mugs, but he already knows. you're still swaying, head dipping up and down as you move across the room. you look through the box for more things to decorate with when your eyes land on a sprig of artificial leaves held together with a red bow.
âhey, when did we get mistletoe?â you call out, hoping your voice carries to the adjoining room.
âhmm?â he pokes his head through the door, looking at the item in your hand. âoh... penny got it for us last year, didn't put it up though.â he explains before returning to the tea, you put it in your pocket for later. you were well aware of what his teammates thought of you, or rather you and him. over the course of the 2 years you lived with spencer, youâd been taken to their family dinners and get-togethers as his plus one, never a girlfriend or a date, you. they ceased their relentless teasing for your benefit, but you knew spencer got the brunt of it when you weren't around. they mean well, theyâre just annoying, he told you after you met them for the first time.Â
you saunter over, ready to tease him. you can't help but want to, he's just so easy. plus, you think it's endearing when he's flustered. âyou wanna put it up?â you ask with a smirk, leaning against the kitchen counter.
âwhat! oh- i don't know, no- uhm- well i don't mean no like it would be bad a bad thing- i just meanââ he stammers nervously, eyes wide and slightly panicked, before you cut him off with a laugh.Â
âcalm down, pretty. i'm just joshinâ ya.â
he lets out a sigh of relief, though it's laced in hidden disappointment. he wouldn't mind if you put it up, wouldn't mind at all. he hands you your mug, navy with little yellow speckles that resembled stars. with his own in hand, he leads you out of the kitchen.
you settle on the couch beside each other. your shoulder lightly bumps against his in steady beats because you're still swaying, as you blow at your drink. worried about you spilling he peels it from you and sets it down on the arm rest to cool on its own. your knee is bouncing now as the next song starts playing, our love.Â
âthere's a girl in town and words gone around she's just fine,â you sing quietly, head dropping onto his shoulder. âso i don't worry my head cause i know her heart is tied to mine.â you tip back onto the cushions, and you raise a dramatic hand to your chest, over your heart. âthe life that we live and the love that i give to her. each day it grows more and more i'm sure, it shows. well,â you shift to face him, leaning closer.Â
âour love, is a bubblin' fountain. our love, that flows into a sea. our love, deeper than any ocean. our love, for eternity.â
you quiet as the second verse starts playing, switching to mouthing the lyrics instead. you look at him with a reverie, head tilted in observation, that makes him nervous. ââŚhe holds me down for sure.â in diligent self-sabotage, he combats this by starting to sing along with you, putting his mug down beside yours, effectively ending the moment as you spring in recognition.
your eyebrows furrow in amusement as you follow suit, planting your hands on his shoulders to move his in tow with yours. the angle is awkward, and he looks a little silly as he does it but it's fine. the chorus plays through and you tire, dipping your head back into his shoulder as he returns your mug to you, albeit still quietly mumbling the lyrics.Â
you practically chug the tea, having reached an ideal temperature. spencer sits sipping slowly, a serial sipper. you curl into his side in the meantime, arm looped through his. after several minutes, he finishes and you take both mugs to the sink, rinsing them swiftly.Â
you slowly but surely continue decorating. two stockings adorned with your initials hang from the key rack in the hallway. handmade paper snowflakes are stuck to the window, snowflakes that had you and spencer hunched over in concentration on the floor a few nights ago, tediously cutting away. you go back and forth on whether the tinsel would go well with the tree, realising all it missed was something sparkly, you wrap it around. spencer nails a simple wreath on the front door, there's a little purple bow on it. snoopy is placed in the midst of the trinkets that sat at your tv tableâgood choice, you think. you change out the pillowcases on the couch for ones with a red flannel pattern and throw the new blanket across the back.Â
the space is perfect, standing in the middle of the room you take a deep breath. waxy candle scented greatness fills your senses, and somehow pine? from the wreath you assume. it's dimly lit, and the low light reflects off the sparkles on the tree gracefully. you wish you had a fireplace during times like this, you take a picture to preserve it anyway.Â
you leave to change into your pyjamas, quickly so the cold doesn't linger on your skin. when you return to the living room you find spencer on the couch, a book perched in his lap. you come up to the back, mistletoe that you fished out of your pocket in hand. you crouch behind him, a little to his right, with the leaves dangling over his head. you graze it lightly on his hair and he looks up. his eyes widen slightly in realisation, but he doesn't try to move, he's intently still. with an amused huff, you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. he's still frozen in place, so as to prolong whatever's happening, a flush spreading across his face. you lean back and drop the sprig into the seat beside him.Â
âgoodnight spencer,â you whisper, suddenly timid. he touches his fingers to the area as you walk away.Â
ËËË âĄ ËËË
a few hours later, he walks into your room, quietly padding across the floor, to your side of the bed. he made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee a few minutes after you left and now, he can't sleep, naturally. he bends and presses a kiss to your forehead, in some kind of implied reciprocation. you don't feel it, you don't even stir, but for now, that's alright with him.
heâll put the mistletoe up, maybe in the doorway to the kitchen. and hope to god you both find yourselves under it at the same time.
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edging your husband!gojo until he literally cant take it anymore.
you made a bet. with him, that is. after a honeymoon of fucking like rabbits, drinking too much and sleeping in every day, you decided it might be fun to make your man wait a bit before he can have you again. specifically after something he said in the afterglow of sex and champagne, snuggling into you tightly.
âhey, baby?â gojo breathes against your neck, his arm around your waist tightening a little as he pulls you back against his chest. âbeen thinkinâ, i dunno if i can ever get off without you again.â
those drowsy, mumbled words sparked something in you. never again? what a great opportunity!
âbaby, please, come on! just let me touch you, please?â gojo whines, his tone desperate as he presses his face into your stomach and groans. âyouâre so pretty, i wanna fuck you so badâŚâ but no, you canât relent. you want to see where this goes, and if youre anything, its a person of follow-through.
âno, âtoru. you can wait.â you retort, carding your fingers through his snowy white locks and continuing with your work on your laptop with the other hand. you almost hope you can make him snap. even if hes been a little rough with you before, youve never seen him really break. maybe you just like how bad he needs you.
and, maybe its his tone when he gets all whiney and needy. maybe.
âangel, love of my life, my perfect spouse, please? anything. anything, seriously. i will buy you a new car if you let me fuck you. god, i swear i will die ifââ
okay, maybe you werent a person of your word. so what? hes so desperate, you cant help it.
its not long until your laptop and all the clothes on your body are forgotten on your bedroom floor.
âfuck, baaby, god,â gojo groans, feeding every thick inch of his cock sloooowly into your hole, biting his lip, hair sweat-sticky and flattened to his forehead. âthank you, baby, thank youâŚâ his tone is whiney, but still hoarse, his head pressed into your chest as his hips twitch into yours and his fingers sink into your thighs. âthis is why i fuckinâ married you. haahhâŚâ hes whining, whimpering, thrusting his hips into yours with reckless abandon, barely fucking conscious and yet his fingers still clumsily find your sweet spot and rub messy circles around it while something tight and hot coils in your core.
fuck being a person of your word, this was so much better than edging him. gojos hips start pumping more languidly into you as the original heat wears off, groaning deep in his chest while he hikes your thighs up higher on his hips and somehow gets even deeper into you, the weepy, thick head of his cock pressing into all the right spots as it bullies its way into you until youre cumming all around him. gojo lets out a shaky gasp against your skin (the first time his orgasm has ever rendered him speechless, you think smugly in the back of your mind) and hes drooling against your sticky skin and fucking his cum as deep as he can get it into you and babbling about how thankful he is for you when hes got his voice back
edging your spouse obviously was not for the weak. especially when your husband was satoru gojo and obviously couldnt control himself one bit when it came to his new spouse.
#this is sooo rushed im sorryyy#needed to write#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x gn!reader#gojo smut#gojo jjk#satoru drabbles#gojo fic#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#âźď¸.mdni.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru jjk#gojo x you#gojo x reader#emus.writing
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Hiya, Iâm not sure if you write for Niamh but I had a blurb idea,, and if you obviously donât write for her itâs totally a-okay :)
Reader falls asleep on Niamh during a team movie night and Niamh feels like she canât move or wake R up because sheâs never seen R this peaceful or comfortable
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Itâs supposed to be a team bonding night. Someoneâs idea of cohesion apparently involves watching Shrek for the fourteenth time in the dimly lit corner of someoneâs living room. Youâre slouched into the cushions next to Niamh, the faint scent of popcorn lingering in the air.
The scene in question: Donkey introducing his waffle-making prowess. Everyoneâs laughing, the kind of tired laughter that comes after a long training day. Youâre vaguely aware of Niamh muttering something about how she could really go for waffles right now when you let your head drop to her shoulder.
Itâs not deliberate; you donât plan these things. But Niamh freezes like youâve just told her youâre about to run away and join a circus. You feel her body tense underneath you, like sheâs debating whether sheâs allowed to breathe.
You donât notice, of course, because within seconds, youâre out like a light.
Niamh, on the other hand, looks like sheâs being held hostage. Her eyes dart around the room as she tries to work out her next move.
âEverything alright, Niamh?â Guro asks, nudging her from the other side.
âYeah, yeah,â Niamh whispers, though itâs very much not alright. Youâre now fully nestled into her side, breathing softly, your hand unconsciously gripping the hem of her hoodie.
She feels her heart clench. When was the last time she saw you like this? Peaceful. Completely relaxed. Never, thatâs when.
âI canât move,â she mouths to the Norwegian, who raises an eyebrow.
âYou canât move, or you wonât move?â
Niamh shoots her a look. âShut upâ
âYouâre whipped,â Guro whispers, smirking before turning her attention back to the movie.
Niamh tries to focus on the film, but all she can think about is you. Youâre impossibly warm against her, your breath tickling the curve of her neck. The room starts to feel claustrophobic, and sheâs vaguely aware of her arm going numb under your weight.
She considers shifting you, just slightly, so she can feel her fingers again. But then you sigh contentedly, nuzzling closer, and she decides that maybe she doesnât need full circulation after all.
âYouâre gonna have to pee eventually,â Guro whispers again, clearly enjoying this.
âShut up,â Niamh hisses.
When the movie ends and someone turns the lights on, Niamh winces like sheâs been caught doing something illicit.
âIs she asleep?â someone asks.
âYes,â Niamh says, a little too defensively.
âNo way.â Millie leans over to get a closer look. âShe never sleeps during movie nightâ
âWell, sheâs asleep now,â Niamh snaps, glaring at Millie like sheâs about to throw hands if anyone dares wake you.
âYouâre a goner, mate,â Millie says, laughing as she heads to the kitchen.
Eventually, people start packing up and heading out, leaving Niamh trapped on the sofa with you still draped over her. She debates waking you upâseriously debates itâbut then she looks down at your face. You look so utterly content, and she knows sheâs not going to be the one to ruin it.
So instead, she settles in, letting her head rest against yours. âGuess weâre staying here tonight,â she murmurs softly, running her fingers lightly through your hair.
You donât respond, of course, but she swears you lean into her touch. And thatâs all the encouragement she needs to endure the dead arm and growing hunger pangs.
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I'm a dummy and have fucked up the reblogs.
So I'm going to fix that and delete the incorrect posts so that the chapters are all in one place in the correct order. Please bear with me and I'm sorry for any confusion....
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Gotham is unusually sunny, which works in Steph's favor by providing ample lighting.
Steph adjusts herself, posing just a little against a streetlight behind her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smooths down her skirt, her favorite black denim pencil skirt that makes her legs look long, for the millionth time. Her oversized jean jacket and fitted purple turtleneck keep her warm as she waits impatiently beside an equally posed Jason.
He's decided to cross his arms and casually lean back against Danny's bike, wearing a tight black thermal henley that really doesn't do anything to hide his muscles. His jeans look painted on, and his leather jacket is tucked safely in her car, parked a little ways away.
They're both pretending they're not acting like peacocks.
It's mostly working.
She's entirely grateful that Sam decided to bail the two troublemakers out, rather than Jason and Steph having to beg. Sibling solidarity can go a long, long way when cute boys and girls are involved, but it's better to err on the safe side when your main antagonist is your pesky nosy cop of a brother.
âŚNot that Steph's a Wayne by any means, but still. It counts.
The sound of bickering, familiar voices cause their nerves of waiting to turn into the nerves of anticipation.
"Fenton I swear to Clockwork I will end you if this happens again!!" Val's smooth baritone rasp is threatening, and even though it's playful, it still brings shivers down Steph's spine.
"What makes you think it'll happen again?" Danny challenges, Jason perking up beside her like a puppy.
"Because I know you, you dolt." Val growls, both of them coming into view now, "I bet you've already got plans on a better version knocking around in that empty head of yours!"
And fuck. Val's wearing a loose yellow crop top and low rider jeans, and with the way she jostles about with Danny, Steph can see a little peak of her abs every time she reaches up. Steph licks her lips at the flash of the other woman's dark skin, wants to bite at the pouch she's got going on that Steph knows means she's packing practical muscle.
Steph really, really wants to get her mouth on that woman ASAP.
If only Val would actually use said god damn muscles and pick up on the damn hints Steph's been leaving, that would be phenomenal.
"Just because you're right doesn't meanâoh!" Danny pauses, causing Val to stutter stop with him reflexively.
"Bossman?" Val squints, before her eyes widen, "Steph? Is thatâŚDanny's bike?"
Jason puffs up his chest, proud, looking especially pleased when Danny beams and rushes towards them to check over his baby. It puts Danny all up in Jason's business, who refuses to step away probably for that purpose. Damn him, but he's smooth.
"Did you guys bail out the bike for him?" Val asks, smile soft as she comes to stand next to Steph, "You really didn't have to, Danny's not worth all that trouble."
"Oh, it was no big." Steph shrugs, peering down at Val through her eyelashes as best she can, "Between you and met? It didn't cost a penny." She winks. "We heard from a little birdy Danny quite likes bad boys."
"Yeah?" Val smirks, and gods is it hot, "And you totally didn't go along with it to, oh, I don't know, egg him on?"
Steph giggles, giggles like a schoolgirl! Ugh. She can't with herself sometimes. "Hey, who says he didn't need my expert help? I'm a beast with a lock pick you know."
Wait. That's not a normal thing to brag about. Abort! Abort!!
"Nice. I'm no slouch either, but I can't imagine it was easy." Val chuckles, shaking her head. "Which of you managed to crack Danny's security system? Your lockpicking skills extend to hacking too?"
âŚApparently, it is a normal thing to brag about. Proceed as planned!
"We had a little help." Steph smiles her most winning smile, leaning a little into Val's space. The other girl's eyes widen, licking her lips, and Steph almost says fuck it, almost leans closer, if onlyâ
"So I was thinkin' we could watch that new horror movie playin' at the threatre," Jason's voice is low, Steph almost misses it, if Val immediately swing her head towards him, "Carnage for Christmas, y'know, 'tis the season and allâŚ"
Pouting at her missed opportunity, she looks over herself to see what the fuss is.
Danny is smiling helplessly up at Jason, who has a hand on the bike and is leaning over him close. They look snug, Danny fiddling nervously and looking besotted whilst Jason is eyeing Danny like he wants to eat him up.
Steph refuses to get jealous. Jason's got a head start, but that doesn't meanâ
"Danny hates Christmas," To her credit, Val looks like she very much does not want to interrupt whatever is going on over there, "Plus, he's scared of ghosts."
Which. What?
Jason, mirroring her confusion, sputters. "ButâI thought?" Jason's eye flick back and forth between a sheepishly embarrassed Danny and a reluctantly cockblocking Val. He settles on the safest thing to say. "Isn't Amity Park 'The Most Haunted Town in America'?"
Both Amity Parkers nod with a grimace.
"Aren't your parents ghost hunters?" Steph asks, though she regrets it when both of them stare at her with hard eyes.
"We never told you my last name." Danny's voice quavers, and he backs up just a tiny bit. "âŚDid you look into me?" Jason's expression crumbles, just that tiny bit, reaching over only to stop and bring his hand back when Danny flinches.
You mean his bully and his stalker? Sam had said. Fuck.
Steph and Jason both try to say no, onlyâonly they did. Thankfully, Val steps in.
"Danny, they're Waynes." Her voice is forcefully calm. "It would be weirder if they didn't look into you."
That, thank all the fucking gods, does the trick. Steph bites her lip from refuting her Wayne status, watching tensely as Danny starts to cautiously relax, no longer looking like he's ready to bolt at any minute.
"Right." Danny breathes, relaxing enough to lean back into Jason's personal bubble, "Right, of course."
Steph and Jason silently resolve to give Val an expensive gift and a raise, respectively.
"Where did you find out about his parents?" Val asks, still in that forceful calm, silently urging them toâŚwhat, give a good excuse?
"From us, guard dog. Breathe a little." Sam's voice sounds out from the police station. "Not that I blame you, but we promise Danny is safe."
It's an odd thing to say, a concerning thing. She can tell Jason's already made a mental note to figure that shit out pronto. Boy's definitely gotten attached.
"Long time no see!" Tucker grins, waving at the four of them, "Sorry we took so long, that brother of yours had a lotta questions and Sam was not having it."
"ACAB." Sam deadpans, rolling her eyes and startling laughter out of Steph and Jason.
"He's not even supposed to be here," Steph rolls his eyes, "He usually works over in Bludhaven."
"He gave us some bull about police officer exchanges," Jason adds on, "which neither of us bought."
Danny relaxes all the way now, darting up a glance as a softly smiling Jason (gag) and even daringly leaning a shoulder against him. Jason preens.
"Wait go back," Val squints suspicious eyes at Tucker, "What do you mean long time no see?"
"It was a joke," Tucker's smile goes sly, "We met yesterday, committed our first crime in Gotham together and everything."
"Even got ice cream to celebrate" Sam smirks, "Swapped stories."
Danny looks up at Jason, wide eyes sad and mouth pouty, "You committed crime and got ice cream without us?"
Steph watches as Jason try to placate Danny, who is clearly joking and not having it, and feels all kinds of jealous and happy for him.
It just reminds her that she's gotta get going, so she leans just that little bit closer to Val, who is focused on Sam.
"What kind of stories?" Val crosses her arms, which. Delicious. Steph wants to bite them. Maybe Steph has an oral fixation.
She's okay with that. Hopefully Val is too.
"OhâŚyou know," Tucker drawls out, taking his sweet time, "Like how Danny's parents are ghost hunters turned ecto-biologists, a little bit about the ghosts and our town heroesâŚ"
"âŚmaybe a little bit about the Phan Club," Sam adds, not so innocently, "And how you were obsessed with Martina William's buck teeth in Junior Year because you thought they made her so cute, like Bugs Bunnyâ"
That seems to be the last straw. Val lunges.
Sam and Val chase each other, another, less monkey'd version of how Danny and Val brawled together.
It gave Steph more opportunity to observe their fighting styles, do a little more guesswork on the mystery that was Amity Park.
Danny liked to throw things, reliant on his apparent strength. Not for the first time, Steph wondered if Danny was a meta, if this was further proof that maybe Danny was Phantom, the blurry, hazmatted hero of Amity Park.
Val liked to flip and trip people up, even now, she was hooking her feet and flipping over objects on the street. She's been filmed on all sorts of security cameras, but her background doesn't discount her as Red Huntress, the newer hero that seemed antagonistic towards Phantom. Steph's not sure though, there isn't a lot of overlap beyond that in their fighting styles, and maybe it's the suit but Huntress' body type looked more svelte.
Sam, apparently, liked to use the other's momentum against them, stepping out and pushing against already moving limbs to twist them all around, topsy turvy. When Val went low to sweep a foot under, Sam stepped back and kicked it, turning Val all the way around and giving Sam a wide opening to the other girl's back, easy pickings
Steph squinted. Red Huntress liked to use weapons, so it was harder to really cement a fighting style, but she's seen Huntress use that move in one of the clips Babs sent over. And Sam was a little more on the petite side...
âŚWas Sam Red Huntress?
"You guys really like to brawl, huh." Steph said absently, trying to see if she could make any other connections.
"Everyone in Amity Park knows at least a little somethin' about brawling." Tucker shrugs, "It'd be hard not to, Most of the older generations were really into self-protection of any kind, even before the ghosts came around."
"Mom's a 9th degree black belt and Dad does judo," Danny agrees, "Jazz, my sister, took to Krav Maga like a duck to water, but got Dad's terrible aim."
"What about you?" Jason asks, peering at Danny's arms, no doubt remembering Danny's ease in tossing Val clear across a room and probably drooling about it. "Judo?"
Danny blushed, but it was Tucker that answered. "Danny's a whiz with weapons." He grinned a sharp little grin, "And yeah, he knows a lil' somethin' about judo. He's stronger than he looks."
Danny scratched the back of his neck, bashfully, "Mom was a little disappointed about the Krav Maga, I just don't have the head for it, but she perked right up when she found out I was good at handlin' guns."
Jason's eyes flared, and he leaned in a little closer with a gleam to his eye, voice so low Steph could scoop it up from the god damn floor. "Yeah?"
Ugh. Someone gag her. This does put the Phantom thing a little on the grayer side, since the 'ghost' hero relied more on their punches.
Steph shakes her head to clear her thought, looking hopefully over at where Sam and Val were still at it. She sighed, but turned back with a smile anyway. "And Val?"
"Val's dad works in Security," Danny's ears are so very red from Jason's attentions, "She's got some history in Hapkido, or was it Taekwondo?"
"Explains all the kicks," Jason whistles, "And all of Amity Park's like that?"
"Nobody realized how weird it was to have PE just be a karate class until Sam came around." Tucker continues, gesturing to the girls, "She came to town later, but she's also kind of good at most physical things."
"She's kicked my butt too many times to count," Danny grumbles, "Aikido is tricky to handle."
"At least you can keep up." Tucker rolls his eyes. "Leave some talent for the rest of us."
"Says the resident tech genius." Danny scoffs, but wisely keeps it at that when tucker rolls his eyes. "Besides, you're passable at guns."
"Passable," Tucker mocks, "Gee thanks."
The more she hears about Danny, the more she thinks he's too good for Jason. But then again, he also seemed perfect for him, so Steph called it a wash.
"So about that movie?" Jason decided to change the subject, probably impatient to get loverboy to himself. "We could watch something else, if Christmas or scary movies aren't your thing."
"The new Venom is out," Danny perked right up, turning towards Tucker for some reason, "We've been meaning to see that, right?"
"Uh," Tucker hesitates, gaze wide and frantic as it darts between Danny and Jason, "Y-yeah, buddy but I thinkâ"
"The Marvel movies are one of the few movie franchises we can all agree on," Danny explains, turning back to Jason and looking up brightly, "We usually wait to watch on stream or something, butâŚ" Danny bites his lip shyly, voice quieting, "âŚmaybe we can watch it theatre just this once?"
Jason looks like he's trying his damnedest to not look disappointed, whichâSteph feels for him, really. She and Tucker share a look, trying to figure out how to delicately navigate out of this disaster.
"Actually, I was thinking ofâ" Steph tries, only to be interrupted by a loud boom!
All six of them stiffen, bracing themselves and looking for the source. Those stories about Amity Park being a less Gothic version of Gotham is starting to hold water.
"Hello, Gotham!" A familiar grating voice echoes, "Welcome to my funtime jamboree!"
"Which one is this guy?" Val asks, still looking for the rogue.
"It's Riddler," Steph and Jason say at the same time.
Val groans, Sam rolling her eyes as the boys for some reason cheer.
"There are several bombs hidden throughout Gotham," Riddler continues over the police speaker system, "And each of them require someâŚshall be say creative problem solving!"
Steph gets tugged by the arm, pulled away before can even think about a way to separate naturally and disappear with Jason.
"Val?" Next to her, Jason has being herded by Sam, as Danny and Tucker conspire together over what looks like an old, beat up PDA.
"Danny and Tucker love escape rooms," Val explains, face scrunched up cutey in distaste, "I've been dragged to too many to countâ"
"WaitâRiddler is too dangerous for citizens toâ" Jason starts, trying to turn around to grab Danny, but is pushed forward by a surprisingly strong Sam.
"Yes, yes," Sam rolls her eyes, "We know, civilians etcetera and all that. Don't worry."
Steph and Jason try to argue, but are summarily stuffed into Steph's carâwhen did Val pick pocket her keys? Why is that so hot?
Before either of them can comprehend, Steph's been buckled into the driver's seat, Jason in the passenger, with the car somehow running.
The doors slam, and when both of them look through the passenger window, Sam has Tucker and Val in a rental car with her, Danny on his ecto-bike, already driving off.
Towards the commotion.
Steph and Jason share a look.
"What the fuck just happened?" Steph asks, stupefied.
"I didn't get Danny's number." Jason answers, equally confused but still buckling up and putting in a comm, "And you didn't even get to flirt."
"Hey!" Steph defends, putting in her own comm, "I'm not the one whose date thought they were asking the whole group to the movies!"
"Just drive," Jason growls, but it's lost in the sound of Steph revving her engine and their comms bursting into life with Babs' commanding voice and Duke's cheery timbre.
Riddler first, then dates.
Hopefully.
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Valâs pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
Sheâs pretty sure heâs The Crime Lord, actually. Sheâs like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and sheâs low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.Â
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, sheâs not mad about Red Hood himself.Â
Sheâs just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriendâs third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so sheâs mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car sheâs working on today. Being a mechanic wasnât really on the docket for Valâs life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?Â
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.Â
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.Â
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.Â
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. Heâs flexible on hours, and sheâs even got rudimentary insurance.Â
All in All? It could be worseâshe could still be working for Vlad, after all.Â
It's the little things.
#poor jason#dude doesnt deserve this#danny please#VAL PLEASE#also steph come on /j#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#my writing#danny phantom#dcu#dead on main#danny/jason#danny fenton#jason todd#red hood#val/steph#stephanie brown/valerie gray#valerie gray#stephanie brown#mechanic val au
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