#i shouldn’t be on my phone right now but i’m so livid

[dottores]

day 2 of law school and i’ve already made an enemy.

[cindol]

IT’S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Portgas D. Ace x black fem reader

꒰͡ 𐙚 ͡꒱ syn — inviting your ex rockstar boyfriend over isn’t such a bad idea, right?

wc: 3409 words (3K words)

17+!

tw— funny/corny banter(deal with it!!), smut, ex bf ace, slight unfaithfulness, ace signs a woman’s titties, oral(woman receiving), fingering, cum eating, dick riding,creaming,

a/n: was suppose to be based on Olivia Rodrigo’s song Vampire but the plot shifted lol !

a cheeky look was on y/n’s face as she looked at the contact on her phone. Her finger was hovering over the call button from the contact “🔥❌❗️”. For the first time in a long time she felt needy, as embarrassing as it was for her to say. It didn’t make sense, she was a very thirsted woman in the media, always having some random or underground rapper in her dms trying to hit on her but still she was lonely and it was all Portgas D. Ace’s fault.

Even after the months following their breakup she still wanted him whether she wanted to admit it or not. Many men couldn’t keep up with her humor or banter the way the cocky rockstar did. He always could respond on time to her sass leaving her bashful and silent. But even with a relationship so balanced they had their issues and it was unsurprising, having two cocky people in a relationship would cause issues. Issues like Ace always being so comfortable with his inappropriate fans, signing their tits and encouraging their behavior made y/n livid and even fuming when seeing how little he cared. It always turned to y/n doing petty things in response and it’s what led to the breakup itself.

Even still after they broke up being the woman y/n was, she still subbed him in anything, always posting a pretty picture of herself with some petty caption that the public could figure out was about her ex rock lover and in reponse ace did the same. Posting corny tweets along the lines of,”she still wants me, yeah I can tell baby they don’t call me the fire rock for nothing 😎🔥” it doesn’t help the fact the two still have each other’s numbers so they argue to the max in messages.

The arguing never stays PG too. Always going to arguments of calling him cocky to borderline flirting. It came to a halt this Saturday evening as her finger hovered on the call button on his contact. She was stuck between giving him the awaiting call since she hasn’t talked to him in over 9 months or keep playing it safe in messages. She bit her lip,”fuck it.” She’ll bite. Pressing the call button she put her phone to her ear. She heard the dial up sound and then what sounded like a pick up on his end and a deep lazy chuckle.”The princess finally calls for her rock.” The line was corny but made her wanna chuckle as she did an eye roll and small smile.”Well a lady shouldn’t even be doing the call first, just did it because I knew you ain’t have it in you to call first.” The sound he spat out was the mix of a laugh and scoff.”Let's go with that baby, sure. I’m just glad to have this awaited call with you.”

She made a soft hum at that.”I’m sure you were.” He chuckled and snorted. She could by that lazy chuckle he was in the position she always saw him in but needed a visual.”what are you even doing right now? Sounds like you’re just on your ass.”

“I’m just laying down.” She huffed.”more details please?” Ace could tell she was in that mood, he could tell with the short breathed huff she made and how quick she said her sentence so he delivered what she needed in a lazy voice.” ‘m laid up on my couch, slouched with my legs spreaded, one hand resting on the arm of the couch with my other hand holding my phone to my ear.” Manspreading, she nearly made a moan. She wished she could see him manspreading in action.

Ace noticed her breathing noises into the phone and shook his head smiling. He was affecting her sooner than he thought.”Now how bout you tell me what you’re doing since you’re making these deep breaths.” His quip got her by surprise but she responded.”Well right now, I’m just chilling. I’m laying on my stomach with my legs kicked up and shit.. not like you and that man spreading.”

A loud laugh erupted in her ear.”please princess, you love me man spreading, driving you crazy you can’t see it though don’t it?” She shivered a bit at his response and took a deep breath before regaining control again.”as much as you’d like to see me in those pretty outfits I’ve always worn for you ace?” When she said that it was like a flashback when she was wearing and modeling all the sexy lingerie she had in black and red for him while he watched.

By his lack of response she could tell she had him.” ‘member the fire colored lingerie and even the bikini’s ace?” She was speaking in a soft tone now making him sweat but he wouldn’t give in too soon.``well let’s talk about the now yeah? Those little bikini’s were fucking hot but what is your pretty little self wearing now?” She giggled at how he switched the conversation.``right now I’m just in some yoga pants and a white tank top, something simple really.” He put the phone away from him for a bit and groaned before placing it back to his ear. He could imagine her body in some yoga attire, seeing her ass in some stretchy yoga pants made him lick his lips.

She checked her nails.”How about you?” He shrugged.”Just a pair of jeans as usual, you know me baby.” SHe raised a brow.”And that hat?” He gave her a ‘mhm’. She was familiar with his hat, not because it was a big staple of his wardrobe and who he was but from past personal experience.

The two sighed thinking of each other now.

“Ace..”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna see you tonight, come over.. please.” He could hear the hitch in your voice and made a soft laugh.”You'll see me when you see me tonight princess.” With that he hung up leaving y/n wanting even more, in her luck he sent her a photo of his lap, the background was the inside of his jeep. She was looking forward to this night

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Ace didn’t know how long it took him to be in front of y/n’s door but it couldn’t have taken long with how fast he got here right after their call ended. It surprised y/n when he showed up at her door in 30 minutes. Looking through her door hole she saw him in all his glory. She was truthfully a bit nervous to open her door to him but make a sharp breath and opened it, finally seeing his full body in front of her since the months they broke and were apart made her remember how tasty he looked, to his cowboy hat, black hair down to his beaded red necklace, naked chest and dark blue jeans. The set smirk on his face as he looked down on her wasn’t any better also.

She squeezed her thighs and put a hand on her hip as she saw him staring her down the exact same way she was staring at him.”Are you looking at something rockstar?” He snapped out of it for a second looking at her face then back to her body. The lilac silk shiny robe she had matched her perfectly and hugged her body just right, looking at her chest he could see she was wearing this robe without anything under it. His stare went back to her round face looking at two toned lips and brown eyes then her 4C hair in two puffs.”I’m definitely looking alright.” He leaned on the door a bit, making her just chuckle and shake her head at his little antics.”you’re too much ace, c'mon in.” Stepping away she entered back inside with ace following inside and closing the door.

When looking around everything was so familiar. Turning to see the red velvet couch he always saw in her living he smirked at the memory they shared on it.”takes me back, the nice memories on that love couch mhm..” he said it in a soft tone with his hands in his pockets just making y/n scoff and laugh.”you and I both know the only memories we shared on that couch were sweaty nasty hot ones.” He just scratched his neck humming as if to show he couldn’t argue on that.

Y/n stepped forward to him wrapping her arm around his wrist“Now c'mere, we got a lot to talk about Mm yeah?” She said it in that seducing accent, they both should know they were absolutely getting no serious talking done once she led Ace up her brown wooden stairs.

Once the two got inside her room on top of y/n’s bed their lips were smushed together. The tension they felt from their texts, the call and all the way downstairs was coming out finally. they separated with a string of saliva and a gasp from y/n while Ace took a sharp breath.``what about our talk?” Ace teased but y/n sucked her teeth.”fuck the talk.” With that ace went along to unbutton his jeans and threw them off somewhere. Y/n was on her way to doing the same with her robe till Ace grabbed her wrist.”nah let me, wanna see all of you unravel.” She giggled.”Nothing you haven’t seen already, just a little pudge added.” He just made a cackle at her saying that.”more for me.” He said it in a starved raspy tone making her snort more.

Once his hands went to the long strings holding her robe together and unwrapped them y/n felt this sudden bashfulness come. It wasn’t that she was shy of him seeing her body in so long, just that it changed from last he saw. Her cheeks are more round, breast more fuller and stomach having more pudge including her thighs being more thick. She looked away from his stare. She couldn’t tell if it was a good stare or a bad one.”If you wanna end this we easily can, I can easily find some discarded dildo if you’re not feeling all this.”

He just stared her down making a humming tone. Shd hated it when he did that, it always left her in suspense. Grabbing her chin for her to look up at him he then did a toothy grin and put his own hat on her head.”don’t doubt my abilities baby, I was raised like a good boy. I know how to handle some pudge.” Once her robe then fell off her body revealing her bare naked body, an amused noise came out from his lips. He gripped her hips with his strong hands, making her gasp.”plus I think ya look good, motherly. Might even dump some good kids in ya!” She made a pout, slapping his arm at that.

Letting go of her for just a second he pulled down his boxers letting his dick flop out. Y/n’s eyes peered down, staring at it looking so dumbfounded, making him laugh and pat her head.”Nothing new for you baby, I think you can take it all just like every other time right?” She dumbly just nodded. Flinging off his boxers somewhere he turned his full attention to his ex girlfriend. He gripped her jaw giving her a heated kiss.”No playing games anymore, I’m gonna give you everything you’ve been missing for 9 months, understand?” She just stared at him, no words coming out from his switch up from cocky to serious. She nodded up at him, making him grin at her understanding.

Now sitting on the bed he patted his lap.”Now c'mere.” Crawling over she stared at his lap for a second, eyeing his dick.”Not like it’s gonna bite ya, cmon.” She gulped sitting on his lap but not exactly on his dick a flush was on brown cheeks when he abruptly parted her legs not even wasting time. He put his own fingers in his mouth before inserting two inside her.”oh?” When he moved his fingers around there was a small squelching noise, already wet even before everything.``Needy even before we started?” His other hand multitasked with squeezing her brown mound. She made a soft whimper, nodding.”t-those calls and texts are something y’know? Got me all worked up and shit..”

He was pleased with the effect he had on both her body and mind, he needed to hear more and her exact thoughts too.”yeah? Tell me baby, how’d I make you feel with the texts and calls?” The thrust of his fingers had a steady pace making her arch against his chest.”m-mmph! Got me so needy, even when we were arguing I couldn’t stop thinking of you… you were my ah…! Every thought and in my dreams.” He gave a sharp thrust making her moan out.”What kind of dreams?” She let out what sounded like the mix of a cry and moan.”my wet dreams! You were in my wet dreams!”

He did that familiar hum, something she would be hearing all night.”exactly what I like to hear.” His fingers thrusting pace changed, going from steady to a more fast beat making her throw her head back and whine. He placed soft smooth kisses on her neck.”know my baby’s been needy.. all the texts and fighting back, just let go for me.” He cooed into her ear making her nod, making impatient “mhm!”’s. He added 2 more fingers into her hot snatch.”It's okay though, gonna make it worth your while now.” All that was heard between the two was breathy moans, whispering, kissing and the squelch of her pussy as he jerked his four fingers inside of her.

a sudden gasp came from her as she gripped his wrist.”ace! Gonna cum!” He smirked, moving his fingers faster.”yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers baby?” She frantically nodded her head.”cum” with that one word she creamed on his fingers with a yell. Coaxing her out her orgasm he rubbed her back as her head laid against the front of his shoulder with a bashful lusty look on her face, it was cute really till ace ruined her fun time. Laying her down on the bed he stood up in front of her.”we’re not done yet baby, still got a lot to show you and prove through those texts right?” She softly whimpered in response, looking still with hooded eyes at his taller figure.

Taking her legs in both hands he placed them on his strong shoulders doing a wide eyed big grin peering down at her. She made a weak chuckle from her first argument, trying to humor him a bit.”we’re excited tonight, your first time in a while getting good cooter or something?” He made a small “tch” with a laugh mixed at her quip.”Speaking of cooter,” he lifted her body a bit, getting her comfortable for his feast.”I recall you doubting my abilities, yes? Something like..” he caught by surprise doing a strip lick of her pussy then continuing his talk.”I can’t handle it right? I can’t handle your cooter or something?” Gasping from the first lick and still recovering from the whiplash she didn’t respond as quickly, making him give her a spank on the pussy. That made her whimper and cry out.”y-yes I said that ace!” He gave her another lick getting her sensitive with each one.”Then I think I should prove you wrong, yes? Because you just were obviously talking out your mouth from being depraved for so long baby.” She made a simple nod looking at him with brown eyes.

Gripping her thighs which were placed on his shoulders he bent his head down digging in. His mouth practically made out with her pussy, tonguing her clit and even getting her fat lips wet while she cried out and moaned gripping her sheets. He sucked and licked at her with such a sloppy roughness making her hands go from the sheets to gripping his jet black hair, not that he minded. The more she gripped just means he was doing fantastic. Even with her plea’s he knew she just wanted more.”Mmph! Gonna cum ace! Please!” She exclaimed in a shout but his mouth stayed on her. With no surprise she embarrassingly creamed inside his mouth making him get off and just swallow smiling, making an ‘aah’ sound and her show a brown tinted blush on her cheeks.”so indecent..“. “You love my indecentness though.” She knew she couldn’t argue and made a soft sigh.

Staring down at his lower body she could see his dick was up and ready. Even from just now creaming on his face she made a smirk at it.”morning wood?” She joked pointing down once he let go of her legs. He tsked looking down and clicking his tongue at her joke.”More like night wood baby.”

She hummed while sitting up.”Well, the little man is obviously awake and ready.” He crossed his arms behind his head stretching.”Well you gonna do anything to cure him?” She bit her nail.``Mm.. how bout you c'mere and lay for me, you haven’t even put your dick in me in months and you’ve worn me out already.” He made a small side eye doing a toothy grin while she sat pretty even with tired eyes.”Your wish is my command oh great princess!”

He didn’t waste a second on doing as she pleased and laying on his back for her. Her 5’6 frame towered over his tall 6’1 body a bit but she still looked small anyways. She rubbed his thighs, looking at his tan dick for a minute as he laid there with his hands behind his head.”it’s not gonna bite baby, I’m sure you remember how to ride it real nice right? Or should I just leave while I can?” He teased making her gasp furrowing her brows at him, it was easy to play her and get her to play along. Not wanting him to deceive her skills even in a joking way she gathered her courage slowly inching herself on all his 9 inches doing a small whisper count down before she sat on all of him. a breathy gasp came out feeling all of his thickness inside her for so long.

Ace could see her hesitating before he gave a harsh slap to her ass.”prove me wrong.” That made her clench, making a low groan come from Ace's throat. Putting her hands on his shoulders she rode him at a slow pace at first, getting more sloppy with it as her pussy made squelching sounds. Moans, whimpers and groans echoed inside the bedroom with sounds of skin slapping. She made short breathing gasps losing her pace from energy and ace noticed. Giving both ass cheeks short slaps he grabbed her attention again.”I’m gonna have to help ya or something sleepy head?” He gave a sharp thrust making her cry out.”you gotta prove me wrong baby,”

She nodded along with a single tear in her eye from his unwarned thrust.” ‘m am..” with some of ace’s help lifting her ass and slapping her back down she got back into the rhythm, this time her pace being faster with ace’s rough hands gripping on her waist to slam her down making cries and high moans coming from y/n while grin had a toothy grin showing his shiny whites.”you gotta prove me wrong ‘member?” She just made a cry in response, gripping on his shoulders, bouncing herself.”a-ace! Can’t pleasee, ‘m gonna cum please please!” She made a plea in a whiney voice through her moans.

Ace groaned with her feeling her clench and took over.”never can take the lead? Was always my needy girl.” With some sloppy thrusts from Ace she felt an orgasm coming.”Mm! Cumming— gonna cum ace I-!” With a loud squeal she creamed on his dick. Ace made a hum at how in weakness she laid her head on chest.

“I’ll give ya a break, pretty sure I could get some more outta ya.”

[scoutswritingcorner]

Borrowing The Chauffeur PT.2

Poly!Vee’s x GN!Chauffeur!Reader

Aka Part 2 of when Vox realizes that you are now chauffeuring Alastor now. 

A/n: @aboyscriminalrecord COME HERE POOKIE- COME GET YOUR DINNER!! Also I know these three could kill Chauffeur Reader but I find it funny that they are all collectively simps and in their minds Reader can’t do anything wrong.

TW:Valentino, Chauffeur Reader kinda snaps, Vox being Vox and there is a verbal fight. All the Vee’s get horny for Chauffeur Reader being absolute feral. A LIL NSFW.

It took two weeks for Vox to realize that you were driving Alastor around the town and to say he was pissed was an understatement. He was beyond livid, so when he called you to the tower that night you immediately knew something was wrong. He never sounded that angry when talking to you, glitching every few seconds between his words.

When you arrived at the meeting room in the tower, you were met by all three of your bosses. You slowly walked over to the long table, “Do you know why we called you here?” Vox asked looking up at you as Valentino took a hit from his cigarette and Velvette was typing away on her phone. “..No Sir, I do not. Please enlighten me.” Vox growled his screen glitching and he threw his hands up in the air, “He thinks you're betraying us since you chauffeured Alastor around.” Velvette explained making you stop and had to reset your brain. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You snarled out, rubbing at your eyes. Vox stopped and leaned back, all eyes on you as you rarely ever got angry like this, especially at them. “You called me at 4 in the fucking morning to yell at me, forced me to come here and now your throwing a fucking temper tantrum because THE Radio Demon, asked me to chauffeur him around a few days out of my work week?” You asked glaring at Vox, his screen glitching every few seconds from pure anger. “You shouldn’t have accepted!” He yelled back making you look at him like he grew two heads and then you looked at the other two at the table. “Are you two pissed off?” You asked moving closer to the table, this was a dangerous game you were about to play and it could be your afterlife on the line here.

“Nope, it’s not really a big deal-” Valentino hummed out as Velvette nodded and went back to her phone as you glared the TV man down, “So- with that out of the way. What in the actual fuck goes through your head? I’ve been loyal to you for decades Vox, is that not enough for you to think, maybe I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my afterlife.” You asked, venom lacing your voice as you slam your hands on the table. “Then why did he ask you? Why did you say yes?” He stood up, electricity pulsing around him, “Vox. Put yourself in my situation. I get home and I get woken up two hours later by the fucking RADIO DEMON at my door. I don’t have the power to stop him and I’d like to not die a second time.” You hissed out clenching your fists on the table, you so badly wanted to knock some sense into him but you took a deep breath, hands shaking.

Vox glared at you before sitting back down, “Do you know what that’ll do to your reputation? To OUR reputation?” He asked, making you slam your fists on the table, “Respectfully, Sir. I couldn’t give two shits right now. So when you stop throwing a damn temper tantrum, call me back. I’m going back to bed.” You snarled out before turning and storming out of the conference room. 

The room was silent as the door slammed, Vox snarled and turned his attention to the sharks behind him. “...That was hot.” Valentino called out making Velvette roll her eyes, “Oh come on, Cariño. You’re gonna sit here and tell me that wasn’t the hottest thing that happened today?~” Velvette sent him a glare as Vox growled, silently fuming in his seat as he watched you storm out of the Vee tower through the cameras. “Fine! It was! I never knew they could snap back like that.” Velvette huffed out her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Satan be damned…he was hard.

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Bags

Song to go with: Bag by Clairo ❤️

Pairing: College!Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: you’ve been in love with your best friend for years. Watching her date people sucks especially when one of the absolutely despises you.

Contents/warning: Switch!Hazel x Switch!Reader, fingering, oral, pet names, nipple play, cursing, threats, light? violence (nothing gory), sm yearning.

A/n: for the dorm imagine Buffy and willows dorm from btvs<3. Also reader isn’t fem but also isn’t masc but is definitely masc leaning. for my in between girlies 😘.

You alarm clock rudely wakes you up with an incessant buzz. Hitting it a bit to hard it falls off your night stand making you groan into the sunlit room. You sit up with squinted eyes not noticing that Hazel was still in the dorm. “Well good morning sleepy head.” She smiles at your groggy state.

You wake up just enough to snatch the alarm clock of the ground and punch it off. “Ughhh good morning.” Your eyes finally adjust to the light fully taking Hazel in. She was still in her pjs wearing a white wife pleaser and low waisted grey sweats. “Shouldn’t you be in class right now?” You ask her confused as to why she was skipping her morning class.

“I should but Anya had me up till 2.” She clasps her hands around the back of her neck. She still had her tired raspy voice probably having woken up a couple minutes before you. “Oh god spare me.” Suppressing an eye roll you got up from the bed and grabbed your towel, getting ready to go to the showers. Anya pissed you off to no end.

And it wasn’t because she was dating the person you wanted more than anything (maybe a little bit). It was her glares and her back handed compliments that she gave you any chance she could. How she would snap at people over anything and everything she was extremely abrasive.

Your friends tried to explain that that was just her personality but you didn’t function like that you were quiet and sweet. Both didn’t mix well so she tended to single you out. Always trying to push you out of your comfort zone by teasing and getting a rise out of you. You can barley ask a waiter for ketchup let alone defend yourself. But you refuse to tell Hazel about her behavior because she was happy. She was so sweet to Hazel and that made you most livid.

“Not like that y/n we went out for our 4 months.” She grinned at your scrunched face. “How fun nothing says I love you like sleep deprivation.” She raises her eyebrows at your grouchy mood with a soft smile still on her lips.

“Oh wow someone’s moody, anyway Josie was texting the group chat about a going to the bar tonight are you gonna come?” Hazel asks you hoping you’d say yes because you never go out. “Mmm I’ll think about it Haze Ill probably have a lot of work to do.” Hazel sighs. “Pleaseeee you never come out with us anymore.” She give you a pleading look. “I have a lot of today I’ll let you know if I’m up for it.” You giggle at her childish tone and pat her shoulder then leave the dorm.

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You let Hazel know you were coming and put your phone down and change out of your work clothes. Your style has always been a bit more grungy and masculine only really dressing a bit feminine for special events or outings.

You put on your favorite baggy black jeans that hung off your hips so beautifully. Then put on a spaghetti strap tank top and a long sleeve over it made of black mesh and lace that was completely see through. You left your hair messy and smudged black shadow and liner on your eyes. Finishing off your outfit by putting on your black docs.

Hazel was already with the group so you drove yourself to Josie, PJ, and Isabel’s shared apartment. You found your way to the apartment door knocking timidly. You rock back and forth on your feet waiting for someone to open the door.

When someone finally does it’s her. She doesn’t talk to you directly. “Y/n is here now guys can we finally leave?” She says not letting you in yet talking to YOUR friends behind the door.

Hazel quickly comes to the door and smiles brightly at you pulling you in by your hand . “Oh wow someone’s trying to get lucky tonight.” Hazel softly says nudging you. This earns you a glare from Anya.

The group sits in the living room area to catch up before heading out. Everyone’s talking but your mind is elsewhere. You’ve always been the quieter one of the group so your lack of conversation goes unnoticed.

You can’t help but stare at Hazel and Anya. A deep grief blooms in your chest. Hazels arm around Anya protectively. Anya tucks a piece of hair behind Hazels ear and kissed her on the cheek. Hazels face becomes so soft and loving it tears you apart wishing so bad that you were Anya. Hazels hand travels to her waist to pull her closer just to top it off.

You look at Anya for a bit taking in how perfect and pretty she is. She’s so feminine and put together. She was everything you would never be. She had on a full face of makeup that was perfectly done and a dress that hugged in all the right spots. She was an absolutely gorgeous girl.

You were only pulled out of this haze by Josie putting her hand on your knee. Knowing exactly what was going through your mind. You had drunkenly told her about your 2 year long crush on Hazel in a club bathroom. You look back at her with glazed over eyes and squeeze her hand as a silent thank you.

“Are you guys ready to get wasted cause I am.” Josie announced and pulled you up with her off the couch. She looks to you and smiles trying to change the mood that’s setting in. You smile back but felt suffocated anyway and had to leave. Everyone excitedly agrees and heads over the bar.

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This bar was THE bar all the college kids go there to find hookups and get drunk. The group gets drinks to loosen up but you decide to hold off for tonight. You let your friends make you dance their tipsy state amusing you. You move timidly at first but the encouragement from your friends has you swaying to the music.

You danced with Britney trying to absorb her confidence in some way. When Hazel comes over to playfully dance with you twirling you around and giggling. She saw your shyness and was trying to remedy it.

She made you sway with her hands on your waist. It was all friendly and playful and you were best friends so it wasn’t unusual behavior.

Nonetheless you felt your face get warmer at her proximity. Anya was staring from the bar after telling Hazel she didn’t feel like dancing. Anya really thought Hazel was just going to sit there and watch all of her friends dance instead.

Anya quickly changed her mind though. Seeing you too make her jealous. Hopping out of her seat and waltzing over to shove you away from Hazel with feigned innocence. Hazel mouths sorry towards you and it was your turn to go to the bar and watch from a far. You get yourself a coke to sip on since you would be driving later, not much of a drinker anyway.

You sit there mindlessly scrolling your phone trying to keep yourself occupied. Watching them still it hurts your chest. Hazel holds Anya close she has her face in the crook of her neck holding her from behind. It was a real sight. Especially when Hazel looked so good. Her cropped white tee and baggy jeans left just enough midriff exposed to mesmerize you.

Josie comes to sit besides you breaking your trance. “I hate her.” Is all she says and she looks from Anya to you. “Me too.” You both laugh together. “Yeah she’s kind of a bitch isn’t she.” Josie remarks pressing her lips together and furrowing her brows.

“Yeah she’s something.” You huffed and smiled brighter grateful for your friendship .That’s when Josie gets a certain look that you know to well. “You wanna smoke?” She flashes you a wide grin and wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh god yes.” You take one last sip of your coke and follow her outside.

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You and Josie walk back into the bar in a hazy giggle. After a shit talking session that had you loosing your shit and gasping at gossip. You go to dance again and you notice Anya arguing with Hazel.

Anya rolled her eyes and says something that made Hazels face contort into hurt. Hazel says something in a pout then storms off in the other direction. “Jesus they do this shit every fucking night bro.” Josie rolls her eyes following Hazel to the bathroom. Every night? You though to yourself. You were under the impression everything was great?

The anger taking over your body doesn’t let you ponder over it more. Body moving without you telling it too, you yank her shoulder to face you. She was taller than you and definitely stronger then you but you didn’t care. The face Hazel made at Anya was enough motivation. You could’ve fought 10 frat boys and won.

“Hey! What did you say to her.” You could stand her being mean to you but being mean Hazel was absolutely not allowed. “I don’t think that’s any of your business y/n.”

She looks you up and down. “I suggest you fuck off before I tell her your little secret.” She gets closer to you only inches from your face. “What do you mean secret?” You started getting nervous. She grabs your face in her hand and looks in your scared eyes. “Your in love with her. It’s pathetic really the way you gawk at her.” Her acrylics are digging into your cheeks. Frantically staring at her in disbelief.

“Start keeping your distance y/n, Im not worried about you im just annoyed that you THINK that could happen. Like she’d ever be into someone like you.”

She let’s go of your face lightly tapping it. You feel tears fill your eyes about to break the barrier of your water line. “I-i… f-fuck you Anya.” Tears cascade down your face. Anya just vocalized your internal thoughts for the past 2 years now your sure she’s some demon from hell that crawled out to make your life miserable.

Just as Hazel and Josie come out of the bathroom they see you walk quickly out of the bar. Hazel feels completely exhausted, this was supposed to be a fun night you FINALLY agreed to have fun and hang out again.

Hazel follows you out just catching up to you when you get to the door of your car. “Y/n! Wait! Please, where are you going it’s barley been an hour?” She looks at you confused eye brows pushed together and hands on her hips. “I’m tired Hazel.” You can’t face her you can’t stop the tears rolling down.

You open the door but Hazel puts a firm hand down closing it again getting frustrated at your short response. You finally look her in the eyes and she takes you in. “Holy shit y/n are you ok?” She goes to put a hand on your shoulder but you flinch. Her face becomes even more worried than before. Staring at the streaks running down your cheeks.

“Please Hazel I just wanna go home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok.” Hazel moves her hand from the door and lets you open it. “We will talk about this tomorrow?” She ask you to get more confirmation. “We will.” You reassured her knowing talking was the last thing you were gonna do.

You drove back to your dorm still feeling shocks of fear pulse through you at the thought of Hazel knowing you were completely in love with her. Losing her would do more than wreck you. She’s been your best friend for what felt like forever.

Finally inside your dorm you rip your clothes off and put you pjs on as fast as you could. You didn’t bother to take your make up off and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Thank god for the weed.

—

Your woken up by the jiggling of keys. You turn to look at the time and you way overslept. “Oh your up.” She closes the door lightly walking over to your bed. She puts a brown paper on your nightstand and smiled softly at you. “I got you a bagel from the place we like, I made sure they put extra cheese and hash browns. And I got you salsa.” The same sadness you felt the night before washed over you. Her sweetness makes you fall apart in more ways then one.

“Thanks Hazel.” You can only produce a small awkward smile. “Do you wanna talk about last night?” She carefully sat next to you and put her hand on your back, rubbing up and down. “I’m ok Hazel, really it’s fine.” You brush her off.

“I can’t help you if you push me away y/n. You’ve been really distant recently I’m worried. I-i mean did I do something?” She spoke softly and looked at your face silently begging for you to look her in the eyes instead of the floor.

But you can’t you start to cry before you can even get a word out. “No you didn’t do anything I’m sorry. Last night Anya was just really mean. Well she’s mean every time I’m around her but I-I’m sorry.” You spoke through tears and hiccups not even knowing even know why you were saying sorry. Regretting everything you just said. You knew Anya was going to tell her—everything was going to be ripped away from you.

Hazels face contorted into anger and shock. You were petrified that you had made her angry at you. “Anya did this.” Her tone was steady and dark. You nodded. Her jaw was clenched and her fist balled breathing heavily. She grabs her keys and opens the door. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes.” She shut the door behind her harder than she meant too. She quite literally couldn’t control her anger. She liked Anya, a lot actually, but the fighting has gotten to much. Hazel could handle a bit of sass from her here and there. But knowing she hurt you had Hazel enraged.

—

It had been 45 minutes of you sitting there bouncing your leg. Shaking anticipating the consequences of your breakdown. You tried watching a movie to get your mind off of your situation but you couldn’t focus. The bagel on your nightstand making you nauseous just by being there. Frustrated tears forcing there way up every once in a while.

You hear the knob jiggle and keys. Your immediately alerted. Hazel calmly walks through the door and moves to where you’ve come to stand infront of your bed. She takes your face into her soft hands pulling you into the deepest kiss you’ve ever had. When she finally lets you catch your breath she looks in your watery eyes .

“Why did you never tell me.” She whispers looking over your post cry face. Your lips puffy and pink frustrated cheeks. You notice that her lip is busted and she has a mark on her cheek that is definitely going to turn into a bruise. “Y-you aren’t angry? Are you ok?” You started to tear up again from the relief.

“No baby i could never be angry at you. And I’m fine just thought I should put what I’ve learned in my boxing class to use.” As she’s wiping your tears way, your remember, her and Anya took the same boxing class; thats actually how they met. Hazel looked angry but you didn’t think she was THAT angry. “I didn’t think you thought I was pretty.” She pulls you closer to her. “What! Why is that?” She questioned from the crook of your neck. “Cause you date girls like Anya I didn’t think I was your type.”

Hazel suddenly starts placing kisses on your neck. She realizes she has you turning into putty in her hands, like she always wanted. Everything about you was captivating to her in this moment. The way you smelled, the way your skin felt, how she could hear your breathing pick up with every kiss.

Your heart was racing you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Your not gonna have to worry about Anya anymore honey, I promise. Your the only girl I want. And your sooo my type.” Hazel sucks a bruise with no warning into your neck and licks over it. “Oh my god Hazel please.” Your hand reaches up into her hair your fingers tangled in her silky brown tresses. “Please what baby?”

Your face got impossibly redder whole body on fire unsure of how to answer her. Feeling the way Hazels hands roamed you made your head spin. You just couldn’t take it anymore pulling her up lightly by the hair to have her look at you.

“I need you.”

You make sure you say it clearly. Hazels eyes become more lidded than before overcome with lust. She pushed you backwards towards her bed until you fall into her sheets.

“Y-your so beautiful.” Shes stammering seeing you laid out in HER bed. She connects your lips again teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.

You want to make her feel as good as she’s making you feel. Her knee comes between your legs giving you relief from pulsing heart beat that’s developed.

Your grinding on each other urgently. Years of pent up sexual frustration and longing being released.

You try to keep up with her kisses the best you can. The friction making you lose control. Completely entangled in each other, hands trying to feel every part of her.

Exchanging heavy breaths and soft whimpers. It was frenzied and sloppy it was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

You tug her shirt over her head. She does the same for your exposing your bare chest. “Fuck.” Her brows pushing together as she feels her arousal pooling in her boxers. She can’t help but gently thumb your hard nipple trailing kisses from your collar bone to your breast.

She took the soft flesh into her mouth leaving hot kisses. Her hand massaged the other. Her lips wrapped around your nipple and released it with a pop. You let out a strained moan.

Her hand traveled to the waist band of your pajamas pants. Teasing you with her fingers moving back and forth under the fabric.

“Can I take these off.” She ask you her eyes begging you to say yes, desperate to see all of you. “Please” You nodded and she gently undressed you leaving your skin vulnerable to cool air for your dorm.

It doesn’t matter though, because Hazels warm body is pressed to you in a second. Her hand trails from your breast to your hip slowly, keeping your attention.

“Do you know how long Ive wanted you?” You shake your head, voice escaping you in the moment. Her finger slides through your folds, your wetness sending waves of pleasure and confidence through her. The sound alone made her ache.

“Way to fucking long.” She slips a finger in your soaked needy hole. You let out an open mouthed exhale. She slips in another finger. “Fuck! Mm-n!”

Her fingers stretched you out and the sensation was mind numbing. An endless repeat hazelhazelhazelhazel. Was all you could think about. Her fingers curled at a slow pace hitting just the right spot. Working your clit with her thumb at the same time.

“Im I making you feel good honey?” Her voice was gentle and attentive. The way she was grinding down on your thigh mixed with your pretty noises was making her go insane. Your moans start to get more frequent. As you were embarrassingly close to release so soon. “S-so good Hazel.”

“Talk to me sweetheart. This is all mine now right?” Hazel questions you her pace picking up and mouthing your tits. “All yours all yours all yours all…” You mumbled to her as your eyes flutter. “That’s right honey.” She kept a rough tempo leaving marks on your chest until you were finally coming undone under her.

Shes watches as your orgasm possesses you. Moaning her name as you arch your back grinding yourself against her fingers. “Yeah honey just like that cum for me baby.” She doesn’t stop till your squirming from overstimulation.

You catch your breath for a second before becoming focused. You didn’t want your fatigue from your orgasm to keep you from pleasing her. Hazels already pulling you into another deep kiss like before.

“I want to make you feel good now Hazel.” She seemed a little shocked. As you think about the girls she’s hooked up that’s probably not the kind of treatment she was used too.

“You don’t have to y/n, making you cum is pleasure enough.” She seemed almost nervous. You shake your head and take her hand placing the two fingers that were just fucking deep inside of you into your mouth.

Releasing them with a pop. Her eyes are droopy and mouth slightly open. Her chest breathing deeply overwhelmed with lust. “No Hazel. I really want to make you feel good.”

Hazels ripping off her sports bra without another word. You nudge her shoulder down and straddle her. She’s frantically trying to take her sweats and boxers off. You help her rip them off and throw them across the room.

The sight is beautiful she’s completely soak, all you want is to have your face between her thighs. “Can I taste you?” You ask coyly as your hands rub up and down the tops of her thighs, your words going straight to her core. “Fuck, y-yeah, yes p-please—I mean.”

You settle between her thighs leaving light kisses on her inner thighs. Hazels having a hard time keeping still with you so close to where she needed you.

You look up into her eyes through your lashes as your breath fans over her soaked cunt. She lets out a whimper on accident and it set her body on fire with embarrassment.

Finally you lick a broad stripe. Hazel sign in relief. Her fingers pulling at your roots. Your hands are hooked over her thighs keeping them apart. Tongue flicking over her clit at a pace YOU didn’t even know was possible.

Hazel eased into the feeling of being taken care of. She’s switching between look you in the eyes and looking at the ceiling when the shyness become too much. She quietly took in the sensation of being taken care of before speaking trying to get rid of the shyness.

“I’ve thought about you like this s-so many nights.” Hazel mumbles out between whimpers. You push your finger into her curling. “Yeah?” You question quickly. She throws her head back when you go back to sucking on her clit.

You add another finger. Pace becoming quicker and deeper. “I always imagined this,oh god,h-happening during one of our movie nights.” You hum into her creating a whole new sensation as her legs start to quake. “I th-thought youd take the hint. Oh god don’t stop.”

She let out a soft laugh until the knot in her stomach was becoming to much to handle. “I mean we c-cuddled for like 3 hours at a time! Shitshitshit!” Hazels grip on your hair became tight as her eyes rolled back, letting out a loud moan. The knot in her stomach snapping as the white hot feeling flushes over her.

You watch her in awe. Her chest heaving as she grinds into you her other hand gripping the headboard showing her toned tricep.

You help her fully ride out her orgasm then pull away to use your shirt to clean yourself in and lay next to her gently.

Hazel turns to look at you with a tired smile spreading across her face. She cups your cheek once more kissing your forehead. “I thought it would end like this too.” She says to you quietly. “Me too.” You reply going to kiss the tip of her nose. She looks into your eyes for a moment thinking.

Her eyebrows push together as a though crosses her mind. “Did you ever eat the bagel?” You laugh at her genuinely concerned question and pull her into an embrace, warm bodies lovingly entwined. “No I actually thought I was dying though in my defense.” Hazel pouts at you.

“Did you beat up Anya?” You question her instead. “I tried to but she honestly kicked my ass sooo bad, like embarrassing I’m so happy you weren’t there” You laughed at this too.

“I looked cool though right?” She dropped her voice dramatically. “Oh yeah sooo cool.” She gasped at your sarcasm.

When your both of yours laughter dies down it’s seems both of you have the same realization that your best friend was now your girlfriend. Eyes saying what they needed too.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You asked quietly. “Only after you eat cause a $12 bagel on a college student budget is atrocious.” She kissed your forehead and nudged you to get up.

(Thank you for reading😙)

[dexastres]

anchor, part two

jude bellingham x black reader

summary : jude calls his ex in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep

warnings : angst

wc : 927

part one

english isn't my language, so please bear with me

2:51 A.M.

After that phone call, she couldn’t get to sleep. How could she when the guilt gnawed at her, thinking Jude was crying because of her? How could she close her eyes after reading the messages he sent? How could she? Her mind was in chaos, in contrast to the calm that filled her room.

“Did he truly mean what he said?” She wondered. She sighed, her thoughts weighed down by nostalgia. She turned on the lights and made her way to her closet, looking for a box.

When she broke up with Jude, she gathered all their photos, letters and small gifts that he had given her, placing them in a box because she couldn’t bring herself to throw them away. It held fragments of a history that she was trying to leave behind, but she knew they had shared a special bond. She had understood it from their very first encounter.

After rummaging through the shelves, she finally found it. She sat down and opened the box. A lump formed in her throat at the sight of it, bringing back countless cherished memories.

“It hurts me to say this, but I still love you, Jude.” She murmured, wiping away her tears. “So, please, don’t hurt me again.” Her voice faded, drowned in the sudden rainfall.

04:55 A.M. “Are you free today? We need to talk.” She sent him this last message before falling back asleep.

07:45 A.M. Jude lay on his bed, listening to the rain outside. His eyes lingered on the empty side of the bed, and his heart clenched at the painful reminder of what he had lost. The young man sighed, but instantly regretted it because of the terrible headache he had after crying so much the night before.

Wincing, Jude got up and headed to his bathroom, without looking at his phone that kept vibrating on his bedside table. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he gasped; the dark circles under his eyes and his livid complexion made him look like a zombie.

“I’m so glad Ancelotti moved our training to this afternoon.” Jude muttered under his breath, running a shaky hand down his face. Once he was done with his morning routine, he headed to the kitchen, where his mother was preparing breakfast.

“Good morning.” The young man said with a raspy voice. His mother was startled and turned around to face her son, who was entering the room. She was surprised to see him up so early, knowing how much Jude loved to sleep in when his training sessions were scheduled later in the day.

“Good morning.” Denise greeted him with a smile, but it quickly faded when she saw the state her son was in. She walked towards Jude and pulled him into a hug.

“What's wrong, Jude? You can talk to me, you know. I hate to see you like this.” She pleaded, her voice trembling with worry. An overwhelming silence filled the room. Then, suddenly, Jude’s shoulders slumped, and he began to sob. He clung to his mother as tears streamed down his face.

“I miss her, and I’m an idiot for treating her like shit when we were together.” Jude admitted while staring at the floor. He had never been afraid to cry in front of his mother, but this time it was different. The pain he carried was laced with shame.

“I shouldn’t be the one crying when I’m the reason she left. I’m the one to blame for our breakup. She loved me. She always stood by my side. She made me happy, but I never gave her that love in return. I let her go without fighting for us, and now she’s dating someone who treats her better than I did. I regret everything I’ve done. I wish I could go back, fix my mistakes, and tell her how much…"

Jude paused for a moment. "I want to tell her how much I love her."

Denise robbed his back as he continued to speak. She struggled to find the right words, but she understood that her son wasn’t looking for advice, but rather a sympathetic ear. They stayed like that for another five minutes. Jude already felt better. The weight on his shoulders disappeared, although his headache got worse.

“Thanks, Mum. I needed that. I think I’ll go back to sleep. I’ll eat later if that’s okay with you.” Denise nodded in response, then placed a kiss on his forehead before releasing him from her embrace.

“Go rest.” Jude smiled and went back to his room. Lying on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, letting the raindrops soothe him. However, his alarm went off, interrupting his moment of peace.

Frustrated, Jude reached for his phone from the nightstand and it turned off. As he was about to put down his device, a series of messages caught his eye. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open as he read them.

“What? She’s not with him anymore?” His heart pounded, his trembling hands held the phone as he stared at the screen. Jude blinked, both surprised and confused. He didn’t know how to react. A flood of emotions washed over him: hope, guilt and nervousness.

“I have a training session at 2, but I’m free after that. We could meet at our café at 5.” Jude sent the message and closed his phone without waiting for an answer.

“Our café… I haven’t been there since we broke up.” He whispered before falling back asleep.

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

sarang looks up at jungkook with horror in her eyes and fear in her heart. he harshly slams her against the wall before tightening his grip on her face, his nails painfully digging into her skin. “jungkook!” sarang cries but her plea is muffled by his hand over her mouth. her heart sinks when she hears jungkook utter the words “paying for your sins,” because she doesn’t understand what ‘sin’ she committed. everything she did was out of love. if love is a sin, then shouldn’t you be punished as well?

sarang comes to her senses and uses her almond acrylic nails to scratch jungkook’s arm but his grip doesn’t loosen. jungkook’s hands wrap around sarang’s neck and squeezes until the poor girl’s eyes nearly pop out the socket. he loosens his hands causing sarang to cough; frantically gasping for air, until his hands squeeze her frail neck once more. sarang continues to scratch and claw at jungkook’s arms but it’s no good—he’s too far gone.

when she looks at jungkook’s eyes, there’s no light in them. any semblance of his conscious is gone and is replaced with a march darker aura, the person who killed the cop on that fateful night. he’s this way because of you.

it’s all your fault.

“JUNGKOOK!!! let go of her!! let her go, okay? look at me!!” you cradle jungkook’s face with your hands and immediately, jungkook lets go of sarang. she drops to the floor gasping for air and eunwoo calls the paramedics. “how in the hell did she get in here?!” eunwoo yells after he gets off the phone. he tells jaehyun to grab some ice and water for sarang and you take jungkook away, so he can calm down.

once you’re both alone, you sit jungkook down and pace back and forth. “are you crazy?! why would you do that?! are you forgetting that you’re still on probation? what if she tells authorities, jungkook? they can still put you behind bars!”

~🫧

Probation cannot stop him from taking his revenge.

He was assaulted and he will take his revenge at all cost, even if he has to go to jail, but sarang will die by his hands at all costs.

He won’t spare her and now he will haunt her until she’s dead. 

“You need to stop protecting her because I will kill her one way or another and you know it!” he bites back, livid with anger.

“Don’t think that I’m scared to go to jail. I will spend my entire life in the jail if it means getting my revenge.”

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t let his enemies live and he won’t let her live. He Doesn’t care if he’s jeopardizing his own future, but she needs to pay and he will make her pay before she can do something worse.

He’s not sure if there’s anything worse than drugging someone and taking advantage of them but maybe she will surprise him because she’s just so cheap

“Yn I do not fucking care about going to jail! That bitch needs to pay and she will pay! SHE WILL FUCKING PAY!” She’s the reason you almost broke up with him and she’s the reason he almost lost you

She’s the reason he still feels so dirty whenever he stares at himself in the mirror 

Her given marks may have faded away, but he still feels her mouth on his neck.

It’s a disgusting feeling

And now her nail marks burn on his skin. He hates her touch.

It makes him feel so disgusting.

“I don’t understand why you stopped me she almost died! YN I ALMOST KILLED HER. OH MY GOD YOU SHOULD’VE LET ME DO IT UNTIL she was dead.” He scoffs.

His whole body is hot with anger

He feels so angry right now and he needs to calm down, but he won’t stop until she’s terrified of him and that’s not really enough because he’s going to make her pay for whatever she did.

Sarang has to die, or Jungkook will.

One of them will Definitely end up dead.

[61below]

Yesterday I got a text from my mother in law (again) where she lambasted me for how dirty my house is and ‘offered’ to ‘help’ me clean. Even though I’ve already repeatedly told her to stop. Even though mr61below has repeatedly told her to stop. She drinks, she gets vocal. It’s not an option to go no-contact right now bc there’s extenuating circumstances, but goddamn I wish I could.

Bc my house is a disaster. But I was still so damned fatigued after lyme, and then just as I was finally feeling like I had finally recovered from that, I got fucking covid. It’s now been two months and I’m still hit with coughing bouts so hard I’m fighting to not pee my pants. I try to go on hikes a few times a week for the dog’s sake, but I’m completely gassed by just a mile. Going to town for errands is enough to make me need to take a nap. I didn’t want to acknowledge this. I don’t want to think about this. I’m so so so lucky that I have a very good job that’s already fully remote. But I’ve been making enough cognitive mistakes that I’m freaking myself out.

I was mid-scrubbing my moldy kitchen sink when I got that text. I deleted the notification and put my phone face down and kept listening to my motivation metal playlist. I finished planting one flat of this week’s veggie seeds. I kept thinking about the text and how mr61below is rushing to finish splitting the firewood before the mosquitoes hatch. I felt like I’m trying to push through quicksand don’t sit don’t sit if you sit you won’t get back up.

I sat. I started crying. Heikki came running from his dog bed and started licking my face, wiggling to get closer closer closer. He is so good.

Mr61below came in for a break and said he’ll talk to his mom again, that once he finishes the firewood he’ll be able to help inside the house, to not worry. (But I also feel like I shouldn’t feel so bad about my shit bc he’s been even more sick for far longer.)

I finished planting the other flat: broccoli and cucumbers and so many different melons. I finished emptying the far-too-full litter box. Roxy immediately dove in there and started rooting around happily. Mr61below told me he’s got enough leftovers for dinner, to not overdo it. I wanted to get the garden beds ready for planting peas and lettuce next weekend, but I just couldn’t. I finally sat.

Today my lower back is absolutely livid. But at least my sink is clean.

[crimsun-n-clover]

my mom is PISSED at me for reacting like a normal fucking person to her treating my cousins’s attempted rape as a cautionary tale

my cousin is concussed in a hospital after fighting off an attempted rape. my abuelo called my mom to complain about my aunt not being at the hospital despite her being in a different state and my cousin being an adult. sure, head trauma is serious, but she is with medical professionals. her mommy being there to be overbearing doesn’t change shit besides possible emotional support.

my abuela wants to drop everything to fly to see her. i understand that, but if ANYONE heard that something had happened to me and decided to show up while i’m definitely in pain and out of it to be so far up my ass that i’m tasting them, i’d lose my fucking mind. abuela and abuelo are LIVID at my aunt and felt so strongly about it that they called my mom to throw a fit as if THEYRE the ones victimized and in pain.

this isn’t fucking about them??

and now my mom had to tell the whole story to me and my father. so she can go on some fuckin soapbox speech about being alone at night. disgusting behavior. that’s so violating?? her victimization isn’t our fucking cautionary tale and is also NONE OF OUR FUCKING BUSINESS.

when i told her as much, shes mad. i said i would emancipate myself and completely denounce them if they went and had some gossipy little hissy fit in the family group chat AND insinuated that it’s my fault that i was assaulted. if i was almost raped and my parents show up and my whole family flies out to “support” me?? when they shouldn’t even fucking know in the first place???? they’re never hearing from me again. 

they went on about some “as a PARENT” shit as if that’s the point at all. violating her even further than she already has been for some fucking feigned moral superiority over my aunt is repulsive.

hell, i feel gross. i shouldn’t know this. her trauma was some little “you’ll NEVER believe what just happened” story time from my mom once she hung up the phone.

mom kept saying “i’m not TRYING to start a fight” and “i’m sorry you FEEL that way”

no. you should just be sorry. you shouldn’t be “sorry” over my REACTION to your behavior. you should be fucking sorry because you’re a bad person. you’re asking for a fucking fight if you’re gonna talk about my cousin like she isn’t a person. i barely even know her and i’m willing to get yelled at to defend her because ANYONE should be willing to pick a fight to defend someone in this situation.

she knows i’m right. it was “i understand that” until i said that she was participating in something wrong. reprehensible in my opinion. and i’m fucking right about that.

“well, stevie, she shouldn’t have been at a rest stop at night ALONE. i would’ve gone into a restaurant or something” okay???? this isn’t about you. i can’t fucking believe how she’s treating it like it’s about her and implying that my cousin is to blame.

maybe i’ll just denounce them and cut contact anyway. this is a great example of why i wouldn’t want them in my adult life.

[fkinavocado]

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 7 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 8 (Word count: 7.5K)

You opened your eyes groggily, your eyes trying to adjust to the dark but your ears seemed to be doing a better job, picking up the faint sound of Harry talking over the phone from your kitchen, most probably. You creased your brows, feeling for your phone on the nightstand and picked it up to see it was only 4:07 in the morning. Who was he talking to at 4:07 in the morning?

Not that it was any of your business… but you just couldn’t help the sting you felt as that question inevitably popped into your mind. You tried prickling up your ears but you couldn’t make out any words. You slowly got up and fished a nightgown you usually only wore during summers out of your dresser; suddenly you felt a bit weird sitting there all naked while he was talking on the phone to God knows who. You got back in bed, but sat back against the headboard, waiting. Maybe it should’ve been wiser to just pretend to still be asleep when he got back. But it was too late now, you could hear him tiptoeing his way back.

When he saw you standing there, he just stood by the door, his shoulders slouching somewhat; you noticed he’d gotten his pants back on “I’m sorry I woke you up” he muttered. His voice was grave, he was clearly upset. You hadn’t really heard that tone from him before.

“It’s all right. Did… anything happen?”

He huffed, walking his way towards the bed “I have to go”

“Oh... Ok?”

“It’s Emily”

“Oh!- Wait. Is she in trouble?”

He picked up his shirt off the floor and buttoned it down hurriedly “I honestly can’t even think straight, ’m so fucking angry” you could barely hear him muttering under his breath, his voice was venomous right at the end there. You saw it then, he was trying to keep his temper in check for your sake.

“Harry. What happened? Do you want me to drive? You shouldn’t be driving. I can tell you’re livid”

He shook his head “No, I’m fine”

“You’re not fine” it was your turn to use that phrase on him “At least let me call you an uber”

“Y/N” the way he said your name made you freeze in your place and then he exhaled audibly, a more gentle tone following “Don’t worry. All right?” he gave you a long look after getting his shoes on, sitting at the edge of the bed beside you “I really hate to do this, but I really need to go. She’s at some stupid new year’s party… your idiot brother fucking left her there”

You gasped “Oh my God. I’m going to kill him!” You knew your brother was going to be in your hometown for New Year’s. He bragged about it ever since Thanksgiving. As far as you knew, he was planning on renting out a cabin in an area that was very familiar to you with his highschool friends; you’d gone to your share of parties held at those exact cabins yourself, back in the day. But you didn’t know any other details. Why hadn’t Emily called her mother to come pick her up, though? You had so many questions but this was not the time, obviously it would’ve just riled him up even more.

Harry furrowed his brows “Not if I get my hands on him first”. That actually sounded… pretty convincing, actually. He then softened his features a bit, leaning forward “Probably best you didn’t mention anything to him, though. I’m sorry. I really need to get going”

“Of course…”

He made to stand but then he turned and captured your lips with his in a quick but harsh kiss. He meant to say something but then decided against it, standing up and walking towards the bedroom door. He stared at the handle for a moment then turned again “Don’t run off on me again, all right?”

A smile crept on your lips and you near-whispered back “I won’t”

And even though you could tell it was the last thing he’d expected, his lips also quirked up into a brief halfsmile before he left.

You plopped back atop the pillows as soon as you heard the entrance shut behind him.

Just great… So you wouldn’t be getting to do that cliche morning move where you would sneakily take advantage of his morning wood and surprise him by going down on him while he was still asleep. You’d honestly been so looking forward to that.

And to what may have happened afterwards, too.

But nooo. Of course the universe had other plans, because why the fuck not. For now though, you decided to bask in your afterglow, as you snuggled back underneath your sheets that now smelled like him. For the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful about this new year.

*

“Are you even listening to me?” your best friend scoffed, kicking your leg under the table. You were grabbing a bite to eat during lunch break downtown, and the little time you had together, you were spending grinning at your phone like an idiot.

“Ow! That’s gonna bruise! And yes I am.”

Julianne rolled her eyes “You’re so annoying. Are you gonna tell me about him or not? You’ve been feeding me crumbs for weeks now”

You placed your phone next to your plate reluctantly. Harry would send you random little texts during the day. Maybe once or twice a day, but he never skipped a day since you last saw eachother for new year’s 11 days ago. They were honestly the highlight of your otherwise dull days. “I did tell you about him”

“Listen. I tried to be patient. But I’m starting to think this may be… a bit more than your usual hookup. I’ve never seen you all giddy like this. I need to know a bit more than just <<His name is Harry and he’s hot as fuck>> all right?” she was actually genuinely grinning at you now. She couldn’t stay annoyed at you seeing you smile.

You shrugged, trying not to make this sound like more than it was “Honestly there’s not much to say. He lives back home. We haven’t seen each other since New Year’s. So we text”

“Sext?”

“Maybe” you said, tongue in cheek. In reality, it’d never led to any sexting, not even full fledged conversations, but you loved riling your friend on.

“Y/N. I love you, babe. Buy you gotta throw me a bone here. At least tell me how you guys met”

“We uh… met through a friend of sorts”

“Oh? Anyone I know?”

“Not really, no”

“Y/N! Stop messing around. Lemme see a pic”

“I, uh, I don’t have any”

Julianne raised an eyebrow “What do you mean you don’t have any?”

“He’s not on social media” you shrugged. You should know, you’d checked.

Your best friend grimaced “What? Why, is he ugly?”

You snorted, breadcrumbs flying out of your mouth “Did you not just say all you knew about him was his name and that he’s hot as fuck? How can an ugly guy be hot as fuck?”

“They can! I swear, I’ve seen it. Weird sorcery, I know, but somehow that’s a thing. For real, though. What’s he got to hide, then?” she gasped, leaning forward across the table “Is he married?!”

You chuckled “No.” after a beat, adding “ He used to be, though”

“Oh? Interesting. I gotta pry it out of you then. Ok. Why did he get a divorce?”

“As far as I know, she cheated. But I don’t know any details or even if that’s really true”

“So he might still be ugly”

You huffed, throwing your crumpled napkin at her “He is not ugly, Jules. Trust me on that, ok? Definitely not ugly.”

“Ok, ok. Any kids?”

“Uhhh. Yeah, actually. A daughter”

Julianne’s brows shot up “Shit, really? Whew. Look at you, little miss thang, getting it on with a DILF”

You hid your face behind your hands, shrieking “Noooo, you did not just say that!”

“I thought we established he was hot, so what part of DILF is not accurate here?”

“Ah man, he’d get a kick out of that” you shook your head, digging back into your now cold lunch since all you’ve really done was poke your fork at it

“Stepmom in the making, huh?” You froze at that. Crap. Hell no. “Shit, you went all pale” Julianne cackled “Relax, babe. I was only kidding. How old is his kid, anyway?”

“Uhm… a bit older”

“Oh, is this why they got divorced? Had the kid too young? That never seems to work out in the long run, does it?”

You cleared your throat “Jules? If I tell you something… promise not to judge?”

You can tell she wanted to make a wise remark but she dropped it upon seeing your serious expression “Hey, babe. C’mon. It’s me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You inhaled deeply, not really sure about telling her still, but you needed to tell someone. What better person than the only one that’s ever been there for you? “Harry is… a bit older than I am”

“Oh? Ok. Why would I-”

“-He’s 42”

“...Oh. Oh boy” Julianne took a sip of her drink, dramatically

“Jules…” you sighed

She snickered “You lil vixen, you. Man I know you’ve got daddy issues, but whew!”

“Julianne!!!”

“Relaaaaaaax, I’m just pulling your leg. I mean, hello? A hot guy that’s older and has his shit together? Sign me up! Why’d you think I’d judge you over this? Actually why’d you think I’d judge you, period? Are we not best friends?”

“Of course we are… but I get why it’d seem odd to you. Or anyone else for that matter”

“Like, who gives a fuck about age, man? It’s all so relative. I know people that are younger than us but are dead inside. Meanwhile my grand nan is the most active person I know and she’s fucking 72. Give me a break”

“I mean… I don’t know how to explain it. He doesn’t look 42. Definitely over 35, but I never would’ve guessed his real age. But at the same time, he definitely feels older. But in all the good ways”

“Now we’re talking” Julianne grinned devilishly “Spill it. I wanna hear all about it. Don’t hold back”

You cackled “You’re incorrigible. I was trying to make a point”

“Yeah, that can wait, we’re on our lunch break and you landed this huge thing on me, all right? C’mon tell me all about how he feels older in all the good ways” she crossed her eyes for dramatic effect and you slapped your forehead in embarrassment.

“He’s… really good, Jules” you bit your lower lip “Not even gonna try and be humble about it. He’s hot as hell. And he’s got all the moves. And all the words”

“Oh Lord” Julianne fanned herself “Dirty talk, huh? Oldschool arsenal, I love that”

“Right? Nothing more effective than the right words at the right time”

Julianne’s phone rang and as she picked it up you took the opportunity to check yours as well, smiling at another text he’d sent you while you were busy fangirling over him with your best friend <<How’s lunch with your friend?>> You’d mentioned to him heading out to meet with her for your lunch break as the highlight of your day. Something about him remembering that put a smile on your face.

Just as you were about to text him back, Julianne hung up her phone with a loud huff “Just great... Sorry babe, looks like I’m not gonna make it tonight. My folks can’t make it to Brook’s piano recital and I’ve been officially assigned to take her. Nobody asked about my plans of course…”

“Awh. That sucks, poor Brook. You’d think they’d show the younger offspring a bit more love, wouldn’t you? I mean my younger brother got the attention I never got and then some. Your parents really don’t fall into that stereotype though, do they”

She widened her eyes “They certainly don’t. They couldn’t give a fuck about either of us in equal measure. I’m still on the fence about whether I hate them more for it, or the opposite”

“Yeah, tough cookie to swallow. Sucks though, I already got the tickets”

She pouted “I’m sorry. I’ll pay you back for both”

“Oh, shush. I’m just bummed we’re not going. It’s not everyday they do reruns”

“You could still go. Hey! Here’s a thought. Take Harry”

You couldn’t help the snort “Yeah. He’s not really the romcom kinda guy, I don’t think. Although we did watch Home Alone together for Christmas Eve”

Julianne creased her brows “What, really? Since when are you into Christmas movies? Hell, since when are grown ass men into Christmas movies?” she signaled the waitress “Check, please?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll try and maybe have them rebook our tickets for another date and get back to you, alright? Although it’s not gonna be for The Notebook, that’s like midweek for a reason, nobody cares for reruns especially if you can stream it”

“Idiots. Reruns are so much more enjoyable at the cinema. Like you’ve seen it already you can now really enjoy it on the big screen. Ruin it for everyone else, say the upcoming dialog out loud. That’s the whole point”

“Exactly. I was so looking forward to screaming “What do you want?!” right along with him. Kinda lame if I have to do it from my own sofa at home”

“Ok so take Harry, should be right up his alley”

“Jules… it’s not like we’re dating”

“What’s it like then? Fuckbuddies don’t get all giddy like that over texting”

“I mean. We haven’t really… yet” your best friend gave you an incredulous look and then you added “Besides, it’s a 2 hour drive for him, on a weekday, there’s no way he’s driving into town for that”

“This is only getting more and more confusing to me. Let me know how this, whatever it is, develops ok? Stop keeping juicy deets to yourself”

You both stood to leave after paying, hugged and headed each back in the direction of your respective offices. It was walking distance, and you finally typed in a response to Harry’s text from earlier <<was fun but also a bit bittersweet, turns out she can’t make it to the movies tonight. we had tickets and were really looking forward to this one>>

<<On a Wednesday? Ah, to be young.>>

You snickered to yourself at that. Damn, you were turning into one of those people that always seem to end up walking into lamp posts.

<<oh, shush, they do reruns on wednesdays and those are the best ones okay?? plus 6pm is still pretty early for a weeknight>>

<<Not if you go to bed at 9pm.>>

<<...yikes, really?>>

<<Of course not.>>

You smiled frowningly at your phone before entering the building. You could get used to this, and you knew you shouldn’t. For once you welcomed work as a distraction, you needed to catch yourself and stop overthinking a bunch of texts.

*

5 o’clock striked quicker than usual, or so it seemed, which you couldn’t complain about. That lunch break had really helped you recharge your batteries mid-week. You wished you could see Julianne more often, but alas, gone were the days you two used to work together. You’d moved to a different company in the hopes of earning more so that you could pay your dad back quicker, but the workload was also heavier and the amount of work you had to take home to stay afloat was getting ridiculous.

At least here you could work remotely, which wasn’t an option at your last job. After a few months when depression had hit particularly hard, during which you’d worked exclusively from home, you were now proud of yourself for actually getting out of bed, dressing up for work and going to the office where you could actually socialize a bit. It’d been all too easy to lock yourself up away from the outside world. All too easy to give in to your anxiety, turn to vicious habits and the likes. You contemplated all that as you walked back home, it was already dark out as January days were short, but it wasn’t too cold. You were basking in the positive vibes, taking your time, enjoying the crisp air. It’d been an overall good day. Little did you know it was about to get a whole lot better.

You began looking for your keys before climbing the few stairs up to the building entrance when you almost bumped into something-or someone, in your way, sitting on said stairs.

“We’re gonna be late” Harry grinned up at you as you stared at him in disbelief

“What… what are you doing here?” you sounded out of breath for good reason. You couldn’t believe your eyes

He chuckled, sitting up awkwardly as you stepped back a stair, him towering over you now, making it all the more real “Taking you to see that movie”

You could feel your smile growing to the point where it hurt your face “...Really?”

“Yeah” his grin was now matching your own then his brows creased slightly “ Was it not today, 6pm? Did I not get it right?”

“No, it’s… you got it right” you felt like an idiot just standing there grinning at him like he hung the moon but there was nothing you could physically do to stop it, and besides… he was doing it too. You tried your best to snap out of it “You really drove all the way up here just for that?”

“Why are you so surprised? I was looking for a reason to see you for the longest time. Of course I jumped at the occasion” he bit his lower lip at that, his gaze descending to your own

You almost squirmed at the intensity of his gaze “I’m glad you did. I’ll… just head in real quick to change and then we can go. Do you mind waiting an extra 5 minutes?”

“Of course not. I’ll be in the car” he pointed towards his black Range Rover that you already knew “I’ll start the engine, warm up the car”

“Why’d you wait out here in the cold? On the stairs, no less. You poor man”

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t accidentally miss you”

You scoffed “You could’ve told me you were coming!”

He smirked “Now, now... where’s the fun in that?”

You sighed, trying your best at hiding your smile and failing “I’ll be right back”. He nodded and you made your way around him, awkwardly fumbling with your keys and not risking a glance back before you entered the building and rushed upstairs to your flat.

You didn’t even have time to analyze what’d just happened, all you knew is that you needed to tidy up and shower. STAT.

You undressed from your boring work clothes with one hand whilst trying to use your other hand to make your bed. You cleared some takeout boxes, some mugs, and opened your window wide which was kind of a bad idea to do naked in the middle of January, but you were willing to risk pneumonia for the prospect of tonight’s success. You were not going to risk anything ruining your chances of finally getting it on with Mr. I Drove All The Way Here To Take You To The Fucking Movies Styles.

You didn’t really need a shower, but you needed to shave, and the task proved to be rather difficult while buzzing with excitement and also kinda shuddering from the still cold bathroom, as you hadn’t let the hot water run to warm it up properly. There simply was no time for that.

You somehow managed to complete the task without cutting yourself with your brand new sharp razor, and honestly you deserved a freaking medal for that alone. Now, for the outfit. It was definitely well over 5 minutes by now, but this was important. You finally decided on something and after checking that your makeup didn’t run during your shower, you sprayed some perfume on, closed the window, grabbed your ankle boots and coat and rushed downstairs. You checked your phone just before exiting the building. 5:37pm. Not great, not terrible. You could still make it in time for the opening credits.

He saw you sprint down the stairs and towards the car and reached over to push open the passenger door for you. You got in and buckled up immediately “Better hit the gas if we’re gonna make it in time”

“Ooh, yes, ma’am! Where am I headed?”

“Do you know your way around at all?���’ “Of course, I used to live here at one point”

“Oh, okay. Great then” you told him exactly where to take you and expected him to floor the pedal, but he was surprisingly chill still “Sorry it took me longer than expected upstairs. We’re never gonna make it”

“Yes we are” he tsked you “Relax. Even if we miss the opening credits we’re still gonna get there in time for the actual movie. What are we seeing, by the by?”

“Oh, right! I never told you! Uhm… how about we leave that as a surprise”

He glanced at you, squinting his eyes “Why, what is it? It’s not Titanic, is it?”

You threw your head back laughing “No, but i’m not sure if it’s better or worse than that”

He pressed his lips together, checking the rearview mirror and you couldn’t stop laughing. Man, he really did go all in. You wondered briefly if he was really going to hate it. How could someone ever hate The Notebook, though? Surely it wasn’t that much of a chick flick, you had better taste than that yourself.

It’d started sleeting and you were now cocooned in the comforting sound of Harry’s windshield wipers and the barely audible radio he had on. His car smelled like him, all masculine and deep, somehow. You again felt that sense of secureness that he seemed to wrap you in everytime he was around. Like if he was there, no harm could come your way. It was a foreign feeling to you, and you noticed it everytime he was around. His presence grounded you effortlessly.

You kept stealing glances at each other, but neither said anything for the remainder of the car ride and it honestly felt like comfortable silence. You still couldn’t believe he was there, that he’d gone out of his way for such a little thing. You still weren’t allowing yourself to overthink it. Whatever it meant, you were glad of it. Nobody had done special things for you, ever. Precisely for that reason, you didn’t want to read too much into it. Maybe Harry was the kind of person to do things like these for… friends? Is that what you were? Friends that kiss and get naked? Go to sleep tangled up in each other’s arms?

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even heard the engine stop. You did however hear Harry get out of the car and before you finished unbuckling your seatbelt he was opening your door for you. You smiled at him, hopping out of the car, suddenly hyper aware of his proximity in the quiet underground parking lot of the mall in which this cinema was located “Did we make it in time? I zoned out for a moment there”

“Yeah, I noticed. Anything the matter?” his voice cautious

“No, no. Everything is great”

“Good” he smiled “We’re just on time, actually. 3 minutes left to spare”

You wanted to scoff, telling him you were going to be needing those 3 minutes to navigate the mall, past the foodcourt and to the cinema but you stopped dead in your tracks watching his eyes stare at your lips once more “Oh?”

Just when he was about to make a move for it you pulled away playfully sprinting towards one of the doors “Would be a shame to let all that good time management go to waste now!”

He raised an eyebrow, a menacing smirk all you got to see before you pushed through the door, him following right behind.

You did, however, manage to make it just in time for the opening credits, which was nice since it meant you didn’t have to stumble in the dark looking for your seats. You weren’t sure whether Harry had caught on that he was going to sit through the Notebook for the next two hours, there were several movies showing at the same time and you’d rushed to get through.

But when the lights dimmed you glanced over to him to see his reaction. You waited and waited, but his face was impassive. You scooted closer to his seat, leaning in to whisper “Have you not seen it before?”

He turned his head towards you, looking at you from underneath his lashes and you momentarily lost yourself in his eyes that looked extra green in the bright lights of the big screen “Doesn’t look familiar so far”

You nodded “Good. That’s great. Let me know when and if you begin recognizing it”

He nodded and you turned your head back to the screen, hoping your blush wasn’t too obvious. Somehow, being out in public like this made it all seem all the more real. You still didn’t know what it was you were doing exactly, why he was here, but you couldn’t care less right then and there.

As the movie progressed, you kept stealing occasional glances, Harry had crossed his arms over his chest, his thighs spread wide as he leaned back in his seat and you wanted to throw your leg over him and straddle him right there and then. Even the way he stood was so god damn sexy. He was scowling slightly, but you had a feeling that was just the look he had when he focused on something. It had gotten to the angsty part.

You realized he had no idea what movie he was watching. If you’d told him the title he’d have recognized it for sure, he would have had to be living under a rock never to have heard of The Notebook, and surely that would’ve made him think that he’d be in for a sappy drama. As it were, though, he appeared to be immersed in the story.

After the main characters went on the boat to feed the swans, you felt his eyes on you and you turned to see him stare at you dreamily “What?” you mouthed

He leaned in “You just looked so... happy, just then”

You creased your brows smilingly “Did I?” you whispered back

“Yeah. Makes me happy that I made that happen tonight”

You held his gaze for a long moment, just staring at each other. You were soon interrupted by the seemingly out of the blue moans and grunts of the two protagonists getting it on.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up and you couldn’t help the loud giggle, earning some scorns from the people around you. “You missed an important bit!” you whined playfully

He just smiled at you, leaning in closer “I don’t mind. I missed you, more”

You looked at him, all the humour leaving you suddenly. The background sex noise wasn’t helping matters much and you found yourself staring at his lips next. He wet them and that was the last straw. You just had to have a taste. He met you halfway and next thing you knew, there you were, at the back of the movie theatre desperately trying to get somehow closer to him. The fact that you couldn’t, really, made it all the more enticing. He threaded his fingers into your hair at the nape of your back and angled your head giving him better access, taking his time and kissing you as if he hadn’t seen you in ages. Every stroke, every caress held meaning behind it and you caught on to his wrist, squeezing tightly. Suddenly you just couldn’t wait for this stupid movie to be over already.

He kissed the corner of your mouth and descended down your jawline leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down to your neck and the back of your ear. You squirmed, crossing your legs “Fuck” you whispered, under your breath

He chuckled at your reaction, the vibrations against your ear sending chills down your spine and then, to your utter dismay he pulled back, all swollen lips and hazy eyes. You were a panting mess and he looked like he was mighty proud of the reaction he got out of you. He brought his index finger to his lips “Shh, pay attention to the movie” he then turned towards the screen, your mouth agape. You kicked his ankle, sinking back in your seat, stealing a glance and seeing him grin at your bratty behaviour.

The rest of the movie went in a blur. You didn’t even tear up at the end, which was unheard of. You’d seen this movie countless times and it’d never failed to make you shed a tear but you were so worked up that you literally couldn’t give a shit about them and their undying love story right then.

What you did give a shit about was getting Harry back to your apartment as soon as possible so that you could finish what he started.

Neither of you talked on the way to the parking lot and it was pretty evident what was on both your minds. Heated gazes were exchanged and you had to physically keep yourself in check when you finally made it inside the car not to jump his bones right then and there.

Harry seemed to be in a bigger rush getting you back home than he was back when he was driving there to make it to the movie in time. Interesting.

“Pull over in that spot! It’s always packed right out front by now” he followed your directions and parked in a very secluded area, barely lit, basically you’d made him pull into a backalley of sorts and he’d fallen for it.

He unbuckled his seatbelt “I hope you don’t park here yourself. It’s dangerous walking back to your building from here. There’s barely any streetlight”

“I don’t. If you’re not comfortable leaving the car here we can look for a different spot”

He looked at you then, his brows furrowing a bit “Y/N... I need to head back, I’ve got an early day tomorrow at work. I’ll walk you to your flat, but I really can’t dally” he checked his watch and you unbuckled your seatbelt as well, catching him unawares as you scooted over the center console , facing him, pulling your knees under you. Before he could really react you dived right in, kissing him urgently. He sank against the seat, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. You pushed him even further into his seat, molding your upper body to his, kissing him for all you were worth. You weren’t going to let him leave just like that, especially after he’d riled you up at the movie like that, and get away with it.

You grabbed one of his hands and placed it over your breast, earning a groan from him and you took the opportunity to sneak your own hand down his front and over his crotch. He was painfully hard already, and you felt yourself get soaked just from feeling the outline of his manhood. Darn, he sure didn’t disappoint. You rubbed the heel of your palm over his crotch and he deepened the kiss even further. You were definitely spurring him on. After a bit of warming him up, you took his hand that was still kneading your breast through your clothes and brought it to the buttons of your blouse, nodding your head while still kissing him at his hesitation. He didn’t waste any time, undoing the top buttons of your shirt and pulling its sides open, exposing your purple lace bra to him. You pulled back, letting him admire it, after all, you’d worn it just for him, all the while never ceasing touching him through his pants. You were being delicate, mindful of the friction that was bound to get painful at one point, but made sure to grope him rather than rub, and he was loving it, evidently so.

His eyes dropped to your breasts and his mouth fell agape, his eyes darkening considerably even in the extremely dim light. He stole a couple glances out the window, making sure you were truly hidden from prying eyes, and then dived right in, assaulting the tops of your breasts that were overspilling from your bra’s push up cups. He licked and suckled at the flesh, making your moan louder and louder. You were of course mindful of still being very much out there on the street, it was dark, sure, but a passer by could still probably at least hear you if not see you outright. That very thought was making all of this even more hot. He glanced at you before hooking his pointer finger into one of the cups and at your nod, he pulled at it until he managed to free your left nipple, immediately taking it into his hot mouth.

You mewled, throwing your head back, pushing yourself even more into his mouth somehow, and he slid his other hand from your waist down to your ass, groping and kneading at your flesh there through the thin denim. You needed to work up your courage and go through with your plan; he was distracting you, though.

But after he’d managed to free the other nipple as well and shower it with the same attention as its twin, you sneakily let your fingers find his belt buckle. You tugged on it a bit, making him look at you from under heavy eyelids, he was drunk on you and wasn’t even trying to hide it. You raised your eyebrows in question and after a beat, he actually leaned back in his seat, nodding for you to go ahead.

He furrowed his brows, watching you unbuckle his belt, your tits still spilling out of your bra he’d pushed down your torso, your straps having slid down and over your shoulders. You undid his fly next and you definitely weren’t expecting to have his cock spring right up against his loose fitting underwear, it’d been quite evidently dying for more space. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation and he grunted at your reaction “What are you gonna do about it, baby?” he finally used his words, his voice huskier than ever

“What do you want me to do about it, daddy?” you made sure to emphasize the last word since you knew how much he loved it when you called him that

He reached a hand, framing your jaw, his thumb tugging at your lower lip “I want your mouth”

You smiled at that wickedly, surprising him by wrapping your lips around his thumb and sucking intently, closing your eyes and moaning for effect.

“Fuck!” you actually opened your eyes at that, his voice had sounded so different just then, almost as if it hadn’t even been his own. He was gone, his pupils fully dilated to the point where his eyes had no green left to them. His jaw was clenched, and he was breathing heavily through his nose. You didn’t let up, sucking on his thumb as your hands worked to pull him out of his underwear. The loose fabric definitely helped, seeing as he couldn’t exactly remove his pants in the small space even his large SUV provided you with.

You finally stole a glance at his length that was now fully resting into your hand and you gasped, his thumb sliding out of your wet mouth. “Oh my God!” you couldn’t help it. He was massive. Not only in length, but in girth too, and you suddenly worried you wouldn’t be able to perform quite as well as you’d hoped. You’d never gone down on a guy so big. You’d never had anyone so well endowed.

His cock twitched in your hand, snapping you out of your reverie and you glanced at him, seeing him waiting for you to do something, anything. You could tell he was in pain by now.

You scooted back into your seat a bit so that you’d have room to bend over his lap properly and when you pulled your hair to the side, he caught your wrist gently, halting your descent upon him “You don’t have to do this, you know that, right?” his words rushed, his voice strangled but still he was desperate for you to be sure about this. You smiled and his facial features relaxed a bit, kissing your lips thoroughly before pulling back and sinking back into the seat.

You resumed what you’d been getting ready to do, mentally giving yourself a pep talk while wetting your lips. The scent of his arousal was driving you absolutely wild with lust, precum was leaking freely out of his swollen tip, and your tastebuds were begging for a taste. You’d never been so desperate to take someone into your mouth before. But the size was throwing you off a bit. You decided to quit stalling and opened your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out slightly, and using your hand you maneuvered his cock to rest heavily on it. You then tapped it several times against your tongue before finally closing your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it.

Harry hissed, finally threading his fingers into your hair and holding it out of the way for you. You were increasingly worried though, you were struggling with just his tip. But he felt absolutely amazing. You removed your mouth slowly, bringing your hand up from the base of his cock to the tip and back down, lubricating him evenly and wasted no time bringing your lips back around him, delving deeper this time. Harry’s left leg twitched at that, his thigh muscles contracting under you and you brought your other hand to his testicles next. You had to struggle to grasp them into your palm, the both not fitting, juggling one over the other around your fingers, massaging them in time with your thrusts. They were heavy and extremely large, and you briefly wondered how he managed to tuck all that away in those pants of his. The man was carrying some seriously heavy equipment around. You felt him pull at your roots a bit and you applied more pressure to your movements along with hollowing your cheeks more.

“Fucking hell” he gasped, and you could hear him hit the headrest “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to make a decision real soon- Fuck!”

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your swollen lips and looked at him innocently “What’s that, daddy?”

You already knew, of course, what he was about to say, and he rolled his eyes back, chuckling “You’re such a filthy little thing” he then bent over, humour leaving his face entirely and yanked your hair so that your eyes were level “Daddy’s little cockslut, aren’t you baby?”

He didn’t wait for your reply, shoving his tongue past your puffy lips, kissing you over and over, all the while you kept stroking him and toying with his balls. He yanked your hair again, pulling you away and you didn’t miss a beat, your mouth right back on him. His knee jumped again at one particular swipe of your tongue against his slit, making you accidentally choke on him, having pushed himself up into your throat a bit.

Your eyes watered as you gagged but you mustered through, deepthroating him would take some serious training and you were definitely not ready to take on such a beast cold turkey. He shushed you, running his fingers tenderly through your hair “‘m sorry baby, didn’t mean to. You’re doing so good. So fucking good. Look at you, taking daddy so well”

You whimpered at his words and without any warning, he smacked your ass sending you forward a bit, causing you to almost choke on him again “Hope you made up your mind, Y/N, darling” he huffed. You redoubled your efforts, trying to ignore the growing pain in your jaw, focusing more on his tip and working his base increasingly faster. You knew you were most certainly not ready for it, but you were determined to swallow every last drop he had to offer. With a final squeeze to his aching balls and a particularly intense suck to his swollen tip, he came violently, after warning you he would in case you wanted to pull away. You immediately felt your mouth overflow with his cum, more rapidly than you could even begin to swallow it, and you felt it dribble from the corners of your mouth. You heard him groan almost animalistically with every spurt of his release, realizing you’d both completely forgotten where you were and why you needed to be somewhat quiet. When you were certain you’d milked him dry, you pulled away and looked at him. He was looking at you from under heavy eyelids, his breathing labored and his cheeks flushed as he tucked himself away. He grabbed you then, pulling you to straddle him and kissed you, licking off his own release from around your mouth making you whimper needily at the action. All the guys you’d ever gone down on had avoided your mouth like the plague afterwards, but not Harry, he hummed in pleasure tasting himself on your lips, and that alone almost had you orgasming without him even having to touch you. You were already so far gone, you began to wonder if that really was possible; you had a feeling that it definitely was.

“You’re fucking unbelievable” he finally breathed against your lips, his kiss slow and languid and full of gratitude

“You sure you can’t stay?” you hummed. You really hated to sound so needy, after all, it’d always been about you uptil then, but you were too horny to give a damn. You needed him.

“You know I would if I could” he sighed heavily “I’m dying to. This barely scratched the surface of what I wanna do to you, with you, for you…” he kissed down your neck and over your exposed breasts, making you moan deeply. When he finally pulled away and slid your bra back into place along with its straps, and buttoned your blouse back you barely held back your tears. You were pathetic, and you knew it. He’d held back for your sake before, and you were acting like a brat. You knew, realistically, that it was already crazy late, he was already tired and he had a 2 hour drive ahead of him. You had to pull your big girl panties on and tough it out. “Gonna make it up to you” he promised, tucking your hair behind your left ear. With a final kiss to the tip of your nose, you pulled away and he helped you out of the car, placing your coat you’d discarded on the backseat over your shoulders.

After he walked you to your apartment and somehow managed to unglue himself from you and leave, you locked the door, changed, took off your makeup, brushed your teeth and finally plopped into bed.

Not 5 minutes in, your phone rang and you answered a bit worriedly “Harry?”

“Did you get into bed?” you could tell he’d put you on speaker while he was driving

“Yeah. Is something the matter?”

“Yeah. I hate that I had to leave like that”

“Harry…” you sighed, smilingly but he interrupted you

“Now, I’m turning the volume way up high. Gonna need you to be as loud as you can when you come for me, ok? Touch yourself baby, I’m gonna guide you through it, you just be a good girl and do as daddy tells you to, hm?”

Chapter 9

A/N: this chapter took freaking ages to get right where i wanted it. i really hope you like this one, was really special to me! come talk to me about it, love hearing from you! 💋

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request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

~

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

~

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

~

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

~

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

~~~~

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[inkykeiji]

the clock is ticking, running out of time

characters: shigaraki tomura

genre: smut and angst

notes: AAAAAAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMURA!!!!!! sorry i seem to write angst for all of my faves birthdays ehehe. this is technically set in the touya-nii universe!! | title cred: birthday by katy perry

warnings: 18+ minors dni, cheating, implied stepcest/pseudo-incest, toxic relationships, the slightest hint of degradation, noncon/dubcon video recording, extreme feelings of guilt

words: 4.4k

synopsis:

“It’s fine—”

“It’s not,”

“I didn’t come here to talk about Touya,” you say gently, letting your dress drop down as you straighten up. “Let’s—Let’s not think about him right now, okay? Today is your day, and I want to focus on you. Forget about Touya,”

A deep frown mars his face, his nose twitching again. It looks like he wants to say more, but then your hands are on him, roaming across his bony chest and sliding into the tufts of silvery-blue hair at the nape of his neck.

“It’s hard to buy a gift for someone who already has everything,” you’re continuing softly, gazing up at him through your lashes, so close your noses nearly bump together. Sweet breath wafts over his face, a tongue darting out to lick at his lips, as if he’s trying to taste it. “So I thought…I thought the best gift I could give you is me,”

And suddenly, Touya’s wiped from his mind.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

That’s the thought that’s been looping through your head for the past forty-five minutes, for the entire bus ride from Touya’s apartment to Tomura’s, for the walk from the bus stop to his condo complex, for the thirty-seven seconds it takes him to answer the door.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

But you want to.

It’s been months since you’ve seen him last, months since you spent the night with him, months since you’ve spoken to him at all.

4:06. The glowing numbers glare up at you from the screen of your phone, unable to stop obsessively checking your phone, mentally calculating the time you have left over and over again, even though you’ve already meticulously planned this outing down to the very second.

It’s rare for Touya to be out for an exact amount of allotted time, but when he mentioned that he had a three hour full body check up with his doctor that just so happened to be scheduled on Tomura’s birthday…Well, it was too convenient for you not to seize the opportunity.

The door swings open, breaking you out of your thoughts, and your name leaves his lips in a gasp, crimson eyes searching your face in disbelief. A beat of silence passes before he speaks again. “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to see you for your birthday,” you say simply with a shrug and he blinks several times, still staring at you incredulously. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

And for a moment you’re terrified you’ve made a grave mistake, terrified that he doesn’t want you here, that he thinks the risk is too big—Touya will murder the both of you if he finds out—too dangerous, his body gone rigid in the doorway, breathing stopped.

But then a brilliant smile is splitting his face, and he’s pulling you into his arms, crushing you to his chest as his fingers curl in the material of your dress.

And you—you practically collapse against him, sighing out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. He still smells exactly the same, just as you remember—like cheap cigarettes and watermelon bubblegum.

The scent evokes thick unfurling remorse, sinking heavily in your stomach, the mantra you’ve been repeating to yourself for the past few days immediately flowing through your mind, a desperate attempt to reassure yourself, to reason with yourself, to justify this decision.

Because you both deserve closure, don’t you? After everything that’s happened? After leaving him without a trace, without so much as a phone call or a quick text to at least let him know you’re okay?

Because Touya’s cheated on you how many times throughout the first six months of your relationship? One more teeny tiny instance of infidelity—the last one, you promise yourself—shouldn’t hurt, so long as he doesn’t know about it.

Right?

Really, this does nothing to dispel the culpability churning in your chest. No, Tomura’s bright boyish smile does that all by itself, sincere in the way it’s stretched across his face as he tugs you inside.

And...And suddenly, none of it really matters. Not in that moment, at least. Suddenly, all of those statements are rendered true; Tomura does deserve this. Suddenly, you realize just how much you’ve missed him.

“I have to be quick, I’m sorry,” your voice cracks under unexpected emotion, but Tomura doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, ecstatic over the fact that you’ve come to visit at all.

“That’s fine,” he’s saying as his hands roam your body, kneading and squeezing with surprising gentleness, eyes shining and wide as they follow his touch, as if he can’t believe you’re here, can’t believe you’re real.

It has your heart shattering in your chest, jagged shards puncturing your surrounding organs, burying themselves deep within you, never to be dug out. A lump lodges itself in your throat, voice frail and full of spit as you speak around it.

“I missed you so much,” the words rush from between your lips without your permission, and Tomura pulls back, smile fading as his gaze searches your face.

For a moment, you can tell that he wants to berate you for disappearing without any contact at all, can see it shining clear as crystal in his eyes as they narrow, as eyebrows knit and his nose scrunches, and you nuzzle your face into him. Guilt, a different kind than that which Touya evokes—this type lighter than the dense acidic guilt that sticks to your insides like thick tar any time sapphire sears through your mind, this type bitter and saturated with melancholy—roots in the pit of your stomach.

“I—I’m sorry I haven’t been able to text,” you mumble meekly, tears pricking your eyes. “Touya—”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off with surprising softness, fingertips still trailing up and down your spine. “I figured. Uh, how is he? Like, how…How was he?”

The brand of those five letters, now fully healed, scald your flesh, blistering bright and hot as if you had just been branded again. With your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, you contemplate just outright telling him—he’s going to see it eventually either way, but you’re worried about ruining the mood a little too early.

No.

Better to rip it off like a band-aid, to get it out of the way now, instead of interrupting your birthday festivities later.

Your chest swells with a deep inhale, exhaling the words slowly.

“He was…” Livid. Furious beyond belief. Deeply hurt—distressed, distraught, dismayed. Visibly shaken up. In more pain than you’ve ever witnessed before. Terrified. “Upset. Naturally.”

Tomura waits for you to continue, speaking after a few moments of silence. “And?” he prompts, knowing Touya didn’t let you get away with a mere verbal warning, knowing you have more to say.

“A-And—” you bury your face against his neck, hot tears leaking from your eyes and staining his skin as they squeeze shut tightly, forcing the quivering words from your throat. “And he—He, um, he branded me,”

“What?” The word is just a huff of breath as large hands curl around your shoulders, yanking you from the sanctuary of his body so he can scrutinize your face, flashing crimson flying across your features. “He what?”

“His name,” you whisper, eyes still shut, face screwing up in distaste, the words bitter on your tongue.

“Where?”

“My ass,”

“Let me see,”

Eyes snapping open, your head begins to shake, motions cutting off when your stare meets his glare. Reluctantly you turn, flipping your dress up as you bend over a bit, pulling your panties down just enough to show him the slightly raised letters etched into your flesh forever.

Save for the soft, choked noise that sounds in the back of his throat, silence blankets the room, atmosphere suddenly stale and suffocating.

You glance back at him after a few beats, when your chest is beginning to burn from holding your breath in your lungs, and the sight that you are met with has your chest tearing itself in half, ribs caving in, giving way to the deep, dark ache swirling at the very core of your body.

Crimson eyes gleam in the setting sun, a thick layer of tears catching in the golden rays streaming through the window. It’s almost pretty in a way, brilliant ruby that shimmers and shines in the waning beams, practically glowing. But those beautiful, beautiful eyes are transfixed on your bare flesh, unblinking stare etching itself into your skin much like the letters Touya left behind.

His chin trembles just a little, front teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an attempt to halt it, head nodding in minuscule motions, barely noticeable, almost as if he’s confirming something to himself, affirming some unsaid thought sailing through his mind—almost as if he’s blaming himself.

“Fucking bastard,” he spits, though the words are wobbly, lacking heat and coated in sticky saliva. Using the sleeve of his black shirt, he wipes at his nose almost aggressively, quelling it’s twitching as he exhales harshly, nostrils flaring, before he sniffs twice and rolls his shoulders back, gaze finally meeting yours.

“It’s fine—”

“It’s not,”

“I didn’t come here to talk about Touya,” you say gently, letting your dress drop down as you straighten up. “Let’s—Let’s not think about him right now, okay? Today is your day, and I want to focus on you. Forget about Touya,”

A deep frown mars his face, his nose twitching again. It looks like he wants to say more, but then your hands are on him, roaming across his bony chest and sliding into the tufts of silvery-blue hair at the nape of his neck.

The glittering scarlet lace barely obscured by your thin dress singes itself into your flesh as his palms cascade over it, tracing every dip and curve of your body as they slide down to grope your ass.

You had bought the set for this occasion specifically—using cash you had stashed away, of course; Touya regularly checks your bank statements and credit card—with the intention of letting Tomura keep it, as a present.

“It’s hard to buy a gift for someone who already has everything,” you’re continuing softly, gazing up at him through your lashes, so close your noses nearly bump together, sweet breath wafting over his face, a tongue darting out to lick at his lips, as if he’s trying to taste it. “So I thought…I thought the best gift I could give you is me,”

And suddenly, Touya’s wiped from his mind.

He surges forward, foreheads bumping together from the strength, and crushes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, nimble fingers curling in the hem of your dress and yanking, pulling the material from your body in one erratic motion.

He’s just as enthusiastic as he was all those months ago, large hands settling on your lace-clad hips as he guides you—back, back, back, stumbling over your own feet a little as he shoves forward, teeth clacking as his tongue tangles with yours, interspersed drool pooling at the corners of your lips.

A soft cry of surprise leaves your lips as he roughly spins the two of you so he’s the one reversing, collapsing in the overstuffed gaming chair abandoned near his desk and hauling you down with him, wheels rolling against the hardwood from the force.  

His lips are plush and chapped, kisses messy with strings of viscous saliva, and you’re reminded of how fun kissing Tomura is, playful giggles spilling from one mouth into another consistently breaking the flow as eager hands paw and pull, snapping the clasp on your bra and haphazardly discarding it, your fingers toying with the silver button of his charcoal jeans.

“Get on with it already,” he groans, impatient and entitled as ever, exactly how you remember, hips rutting up into you clumsily as hands travel up your torso to knead your breasts much too hard. And even though it shouldn’t, his predictability inspires a burst of intense warmth in your chest, burning bright like a tiny sun, heat seeping into your blood and flooding your veins as more involuntary giggles pry their way out of your mouth and into his.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” he asks, and although his eyes are fierce and sharp as they scrutinize your face, there’s a playful little grin decorating his lips, slender fingers tweaking a peaked nipple and snickering at your resulting yelp.

“Just missed you, s’all,” you mumble against him, lips dragging along his jaw then trailing down his neck, tongue peeking out to give kitten licks at self-inflicted scars and tugging pathetic little half-whimpers from deep in his throat, rough and uneven as he tries to swallow them back down.

There isn’t enough time for thorough prep, your only form of foreplay consisting of his cock being rammed down your throat—just get it fucking wet, he had demanded—hips stuttering as he desperately tries to keep from bucking while your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in spit.

“Fu-Fucking stop, or I’m gonna cum,” Large fists tangle in your hair, trying to yank you off his cock with a pathetic little whine. Gaping pupils outlined by a fine ring of scarlet observe the way your shining lips pucker around his girth as your mouth slides up, grip on your strands already loosening as his chest heaves, completely absorbed by your actions, breath escaping slightly parted lips in sweet little puffs.

A little tongue flicks against the slit as you reach the tip, placing an obscene openmouthed kiss to the head before pulling away completely. Your mouth hovers an inch above it, allowing a large glob of sticky saliva to dribble from your mouth onto the head, then kissing it again, pressing slippery lips to heated silky skin.

“Jesus Christ,”

The curse is nearly a moan, and you look up from your place between his thighs, batting your eyelashes and offering him a tiny smile. His eyes glitter as he gazes down at you, chest rising unevenly under the force of ragged breaths, a thumb swiping across your cheek in a manner that’s almost awestruck, as if he can’t believe you’re here.

“Get on my cock,” he orders a moment later, when the aching between his legs draws him back to reality, hips jerking up in reflexive, instinctive micro-movements, gleaming cock bobbing with the action. “And take your fucking panties off,”

It’s a little awkward and a lot uncoordinated, trying to maneuver yourself onto his lap while he slouches in that ridiculous gaming chair, unable to quell the way his hips prematurely thrust the moment you’re hovering over him, legs folded and cramped on either side of his thighs.

Pathetic little whimpers leak from your lips as his slick cock stretches your ill-prepared hole, cunt stinging as it struggles to adjust to the sudden breach, your nails digging into the lean muscles of his shoulders as a hiss is spit between clenched teeth.

But the moan he emits, deep and satisfying as you sink down on him, how his eyelashes flutter shut and his head knocks back against the headrest as he bottoms out, long ivory neck and prominent Adams apple on display, and the way massive hands grip your hips, fingertips digging into your soft flesh as he forces you to begin bouncing almost immediately, make it all so worth it.

Because he’s still so pretty, lids lifting a moment later to reveal dazzling ruby gazing at you in an almost voracious manner through thick dark lashes, glued to your face as he memorizes every micro-expression that transforms your features, the way your eyes roll back and eyebrows twitch, the way your mouth forms around those cute little gasps of his name that his rough thrusts punch from your chest.

“Did’ya miss my cock?” his breath is already coming out in short little pants, hips grinding urgently against yours, lacking any kind of finesse or rhythm. “B-Bet’cha did,”

“Uh-huh,” your head nods jerkily, hips rocking just as desperately into his as if to confirm your statement. His cock is pretty, too—a darker pink than Touya’s, half an inch shorter but just as fat, thick veins snaking around the shaft like vines.

“Dick drunk already?” he teases, and you’re positive his voice was meant to be more rancorous, but the large grin it’s spoken through, as if he’s proud of himself, chest nearly swelling with it, dilutes it, disintegrating the bitter shell that was supposed to coat the words. His tongue clicks, fluffy tufts of hair bouncing a little as he shakes his head. “What would your precious niichan think?”

You don’t answer—can’t answer—because it’s already so much, uncoordinated thrusting almost teasing in a way, the head of his cock unintentionally grazing that spot buried deep inside of you, the fleeting sensation mixing with that of the taboo, of the naughtiness of the situation, mewls spilling from your lips.

And you wish, so desperately, that you could take your time, that you could enjoy such amateurish gyrating, crude movements giving way to sloppy squelching that makes your stomach swoop and cunt throb as your clit glides against his pubic bone, but the mention of niichan reminds you of your finite amount of time and you lean back, soft palms finding the edge of his desk, fingers curling tightly around it.

Tomura’s bare feet planted on the hardwood keep the chair from shifting as you begin to really ride him, starting with slow, hard rolls of your hips that have cute little grunts hitching in his chest, bright eyes darkening as they watch, lids drooping a little, your movements increasingly gaining speed with each rock forward of your hips, leaning back against the desk and using it for leverage.

Blunt nails bite into your skin, and you want to remind him not to leave marks, but the words won’t keep their shape as they gurgle in your throat, evaporating into moans that break with each rough buck of his hips.

He finds a rhythm with you quickly, though, your lust-hazed mind dully noting that he’s better than before, the thought conjuring sudden, fierce spears of jealousy that slice through your chest, jaw clenching.

“Fuck, you—you’re still the best I’ve ever had,” he practically whines out, like he’s reading the thoughts on your face, but his voice is genuine, strained and hoarse with the confession. “Will probably always be the best I’ve ever had,” his sentence fades into a growl, almost as if he’s angry about it, hands squeezing your hips.

Nevertheless, you’re unable to stop the little smile those words paint across your lips, giggling breathlessly as bubbly warmth tingles in your chest, a sense of shameful pride rushing through your veins.

“Yeah?” he seethes in a huff, eyes narrowing. “Bet you’re proud of yourself for that, little slut,”

You are, you’re nodding, tongue rendered useless as his hips piston into you, cockhead repeatedly slamming against your cervix, reaching deeper and deeper and deeper the further you lean back, until the sharp edge of the desk is cutting into your back.

“I know you are,” he sneers, callous tone emphasized by his brute force as he fucks you. “V-Vain little bitch, happy she’s ruined me—ruined sex for me, forever,”

It’s getting harder for him to speak now, words punctuated by half-baked whimpers and swallowed, stifled moans, the sentiment under his speech accentuating pleasure for the both of you, dirty humiliation only making everything that much more intense, heady and addicting as it intoxicates your bodies, your minds, your souls.

“S-So the least you could do,” he begins in a keen, pace faltering as he squirms under you, yanking his phone from his back pocket. “Is give me something to—ah, Christ—remember you by,”

You should tell him no. You should cease all bouncing on his cock the moment he presses that little red button on his screen, the moment the flash next to the camera turns on, signaling it’s recording. You should.

But you don’t. You don’t, because he’s right. Because that guilt returns, seeping up through the floor of your stomach and spreading to your other organs, chest tightening as it reaches your heart. Because you took something from him, something he’ll never be able to get back, purely for your own selfish gain, just to get back at the man you love, and that isn’t fair. That will never be fair.

Instead, you look straight into the lens, hips beginning to ride him almost viciously, pushing out your chest further, bouncing tits on display as they heave with your lewd moans of his name, begging him to fuck you, begging him for his thick cum, and oh please, Tomura, please, give it to me, want your cum so bad, need your cum so bad, please!

He chokes on his own groan, the hand holding his phone beginning to shake slightly as the other finds its place on your hip again, his own thrusts pumping wildly as he spits expletives through gritted teeth, your pathetic little mewls egging him on.  

“G-Gonna cum?” he whines out, almost as if he’s begging you to say yes, the needy canting of his hips indicating that he’s about to, too, crimson searing into you as you nod messily. “Fucking do it, then, cream all over my cock like the good little whore you are,”

And you’re powerless to stop the loud cry that rips from your throat as your cunt clenches around him, only half of his name escaping in a yelp before your own shuddery gasp cuts you off, choking a little on the intense inhale, air sharp as razors as it rushes down your throat.

He follows less than a second later with a ferocious growl of your name, potent cum filling your aching little cunt, phone clattering to the floor as both hands grip your hips and force you to continue milking him until both of your bodies are shivering from the overstimulation.

You collapse against him, sweaty body melting into his, muscles quivering in exhaustion. Long arms encircle you, cradling you to his chest in a way that’s almost tender, phone laying forgotten a few feet away.

It’s just as nice as it was the first time, being swathed in his embrace, a gentle sigh slipping from between your lips. Nimble fingers trail up and down your spine, pressing into the notches, tracing the smooth, soft plains of your skin.

“Wish you could stay,” he mumbles into your hair, so quiet you nearly miss it—would have missed it if not for the vibrations in his chest.

Me too.

You want to tell him, want to express the same sentiment, to make it known that you desire the same thing, but the words tangle in your throat, that sticky brand of guilt that is specifically Touya refraining them from leaving your lips, yanking them back down into your chest with painful hitching breaths every time you try to speak.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Tomura coos, pulling back a little to cup your face and tilt it up, big thumbs swiping across your cheeks as they catch glistening teardrops.

He doesn’t say anything—there is nothing to say—instead dipping his head to press his lips chastely to yours in the softest kiss he’s ever given you, mumbling his thanks for the birthday present a moment later.

There’s so much more you want to say, so much more you want to ask, but there’s no more time, opting to kiss him again in response, praying that it conveys all the things you can’t, all the things guilt won’t let you.

And then you’re scrambling off of his lap, collecting your dress off the floor and hastily pulling it over your head, turning back to find Tomura standing, holding out his hand, soaked lace in his grasp.

“Keep them,” you whisper, curling his fingers into a fist around the dainty material. “Happy birthday, Tomura,”

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You have forty-five minutes before Touya arrives home—that’s cutting it close, you were supposed to have a full hour, but Tomura’s arms were so warm, his gently rising chest so inviting, his entire aura so comforting, that you had allowed yourself to indulge, just for a moment, to let your eyes slip shut and exhale a soft sigh of contentment, snuggling into his embrace and inhaling his distinct scent deeply, holding it in your lungs for a moment, wishing it would stay, wishing it would stick to the gummy walls, take root and find a home there, wishing you could keep a piece of him with you, always.

The water scalds your skin as you step into Touya’s glass shower, hands instantly reaching for Touya’s bodywash and squirting a generous amount in your palm.

You lather your entire body with it, until every inch of your skin is covered in foamy white suds, until your flesh has been scrubbed raw, the sharp scent—something woodsy and musky, like a crackling campfire of burning hickory wood, smoky and sweet—enveloping you entirely, stinging your nose.

It sticks in your throat and invades your lungs, as if cleansing you from the inside out, and you choke on it, are suffocated by it, little gasps and coughs falling from your lips while nails claw at your neck.

That dull ache returns as you rinse your skin, throbbing incessantly at the very core of your body as you watch the last remnants of Tomura swirl around the drain, infused in the soapy water.

It shouldn’t hurt this much, you’re thinking to yourself as your fingers massage shampoo into your scalp. It shouldn’t, but it does, a painful lump lodging itself in your throat, expanding a little more every time you try to reason with yourself until it’s gagging you.

Something stings your eyes—soap from the shampoo as you rinse it from your locks, or maybe the potently fragrant scent from Touya’s bodywash, you try to convince yourself, that lump sprouting tiny spikes and viciously slicing into the gummy walls, that lump forcing saliva still containing traces of Tomura to collect in your throat, that lump reminding you that you’re a fucking liar.

It’s fine. It’s fine. Touya doesn’t need to know everything, does he? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? And it was only a one time thing, wasn’t it? It’s alright, isn’t it?

These are the questions that cycle through your mind obsessively, running laps in your skull as you absentmindedly towel off your dripping body in your niichan’s bedroom, the gentle buzz of your phone snapping you out of your reverie.

For a moment, you’re terrified it’s Touya, texting you to tell you that he knows, you little slut, scrambling to snatch it off of the nightstand as trembling fingers hastily unlock it.

It isn’t Touya.

It’s Tomura.

best birthday present of my life, hands down. thank you. i love you.

The resounding slam! of the front door has your entire body flinching violently, the heels of Touya’s heavy boots thumping against the tile as he kicks them off mingling with his smooth voice as he calls your name.

It’s with watery eyes and painful little sniffles catching in your chest that your quivering thumb jabs at that tiny little trashcan in the corner of your screen, watching through blurry vision as the entire conversation disappears into the ether, gone forever—though those three glowing words that concluded the text are etched into the very tissue of your brain, where they will remain, forever.

[fckwritersblock]

The Other Sinclair

Stranger Things; Black!reader x Everybody

Description: Lucas’ older sister gets back in town and is not very happy to hear about the events that took place. Especially when it comes to someone putting their hands on her little brother.

Warnings: I mean.....mild violence, but again this page is 18+ so y’all be aite

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“5 minutes Lucas! I leave you guys for 5 got damn minutes and everything goes to shit!”

Y/n was livid.

It wasn’t really anyone’s intention for her to find out. Lucas knew better than to involve her unless he really needed to. If there was one thing she didn’t play about it with her family. It would’ve all been fine too, however when Y/n saw Steve, she asked what happened to his face and he couldn’t help but blurt everything out. Now, being that she was included in all the events the previous year it didn’t come as a surprise that the moment she left for 2 weeks for the cheerleading competition they’d get themselves into more shit.

“I just want to know what made him think he could put his hands on you!”

Now she knew about the new kid and his rivalry with Steve. That was purely their egos and a mess full of entirely too much testosterone and high school cliche for her to bother with. That would come to pass as Steve was proving to be less and less of asshole everyday. But to hear Steve’s face, though healing, looked like that as a result of protection her little brother and the rest of the kids..

No, ma’am.

“Was anyone gonna tell me?” She fussed at the preteens.

“It’s over, we handled it.” Lucas groaned knowing his words were falling on deaf ears.

“Uh huh. I’m sure.” The elder Sinclair rolled her eyes, arms crossed and hip poked out. “And this Billy kid is related to who? Your little girlfriend right?”

Y/n’s gaze quickly shifted to the girl in question.

“Yeah. H-hi. I’m Max.”

Y/n said nothing, just continued to stare and assess the child. Finally she smiled.

“Max, you look like a sweet kid and I really don’t wanna not like you. So spill. What’s his deal?”

Max twiddled her fingers only hesitated for a moment before she gave her boyfriend‘s sister the backstory on her stepbrother and his dad. Giving her a little bit of detail about how he also felt about black people.

“Interesting. And where can I find this Hargrove?” Y/n inquired.

“The arcade.” Max answered.

Nodding she went over to the front door of the Sinclair residence and opened the door.

“Ma, I’m taking the boys to the arcade with Steve.”

Barely take time to get a response, she grabbed her house keys off the hook and closed the door behind her.

“Y/n I don’t think-“ Steve began but she cut him of.

“Don’t hurt yourself doing that.”

“This isn’t a good idea.” Lucas mumbled.

“I don’t remember asking you.” Y/n replied.

“I forgot that’s where Erica gets it-“ Dustin commented in a failed attempt to whisper.

“Shut up Dustin. Everybody in the car.” She snatched the keys from Steve. “And I’m driving.”

The ride to the arcade was quiet, everyone afraid to speak as Y/n drove them the short distance a little quicker than usual. Soon as they pulled up, she parked randomly and they all hopped out.

“Where is he?”

Max looked around before pointing him out.

Once Y/n laid eyes on him she scoffed before rolling them. There stood Billy Hargrove leaning against his car with Tommy and a few girls fawning over him. He looked like the king of douche bags like he had some grade A daddy issues. Any other time she’d feel for him, but he did the one thing he shouldn’t have and that was a mess with her little brother.

“Hold these.” She practically shoved her pompoms in Steve’s hands before heading for Billy.

“Babe,” but the look y/n gave Steve shut him up.

All The kids followed her protesting the entire way trying to get her to change their mind scared of what Billy might do to her regardless of the deal he made with Max. After all, she was just a stranger approaching him in a hostile way, and the gang expected nothing more than for him to react in true Billy. Steve on the other hand, was preparing to possibly receive another busted lip if Billy decided to retaliate and even think about raising his hand to her. He’d go out fighting again if need be. However Y/n wasn’t scared.

Less than a few feet away she bawled her fist, feeling all the anger toward the white boy surface.

“Hey asshole!”

He barely spared them a glance before doing a double take. Once he spotted his sister and her friends a cocky smirk planted itself on his face.

“Well well if it isn’t the losers-“ y/n held up her hand to silence him, her steps coming to a halt.

“You Billy Hargrove?” She pretended to smile flirtatiously.

“Who’s asking princess?” He asked with a cocky smirk, giving her a once over.

“Y/n Sinclair.” And with that Y/n cocked her arm back and punch him squads in face.

“Well, shit.”, Dustin said as the rest of the party gasped.

Wow they didn’t hear a crack or anything, they could see Billy’s now blooded nose, leaking while he grabbed it.

“Fuck! You bitch!” He quickly got in Y/n’s face to where she took a step closer staring up at him.

“I dare you.” Y/n challenged not even flinching as his nostrils flared and fist balled at his side as if he was thinking about retaliating.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but put your hands on my little brother,” she pointed at Lucas. “Again and I promise you’ll have bigger problems when my brother and daddy gets a hold of you and yours.”

“Brother?” Billy repeated sounding surprised.

“Howard Star QB.” She smirked.

Anthony Sinclair was older than Y/n by two years. Currently not present since he was off at Howard University but that could all change with a phone call from her or Erica.

“Are we clear?” She asked crossing her arms.

Billy continued to glare at her as he held his blooded nose, but nodded nonetheless.

“Manners, William. Use your words.”

“Yeah, yeah, now fuck off.”

“Glad we’re on the same page Willy.” She smiled before turning back toward the kids who all continued to stare in shock.

“Are you sure Mrs. Wheeler is picking you up?”

“Yeah-“ they chorused.

“Mom.” Dustin added.

“Good! I’ll see you at home Luke. Bye guys.” She smiled taking her pom poms from Steve and heading to his car.

“Oh. And don’t touch Steve either.” She called over her shoulder. “He’s also mine.”

“Wow,” spoke El and Max in awe

“She’s scary when she’s mad.” Mike commented.

“Yeah.” Steve agreed. “And hot.”

“Very hot.” Dustin added earning a punch in the arm from Lucas and A hit upside the head from Steve

“Come on Harrington.” Y/n beckoned from the passenger seat. “This ice cream isn’t going to pay for itself.”

The teenager grinned to himself goofily as he headed toward his car.

“Yes ma’am!”

[doctorstethoscope]

The Right Chapter 23 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

hello my loves! Some of you may have already seen this, but I have news! This fic is officially complete. There are thirty chapters, so you still have seven left after today’s update. I’ll be keeping the usual Tuesday/Saturday posting schedule, so you have a month left of updates.

Now that I am done drafting this fic, my requests will be open while I begin to bank up new chapters of the Hotch x Reader Scandal!AU that I plan to write next. Please send in requests here. I would also LOVE if you could fill out this survey about the Scandal!AU so I can get a sense of what you all would like. I will make sure to write it in a way that makes sense, even if you haven’t seen Scandal! 

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contains: canon-typical descriptions of violence, cursing, hospital mention

wordcount: 2.3k 

A little while later, Hotch sends JJ and Emily to the school to interview the classmates of the students who had been murdered, and you and Morgan head off to the medical examiner’s office. 

“Find anything interesting in the calls from the tip line?” Morgan asks you as he pulls out of the parking lot, and you shrug. 

“I need to go back through my notes. There were a couple kids' names that came up, but I want to go back and cross check for the names that came up more than once-- i figure if the name only comes up once, it’s kids pranking each other and I don’t want to waste our time on dead ends. Garcia’s looking into a teacher for me, though.” 

“We just need a couple more puzzle pieces, and then it’ll all come together,” Derek says, more to himself than to you, and you murmur out your agreement as he pulls into the examiner’s office.

“Cause of death for Mrs. Mack and Mrs. Sutton was a gunshot wound to the neck. The daughters, to the abdomen,” the doctor says, passing over her report. “The men were all strangled. The boys by hand, the men with a garrote.”

“Any idea what order they were killed in?” You asked. 

“My guess is the women first, one right after the other. Then the sons, and the husbands.” 

“How did he stop the husbands from taking him down while he killed the sons?” Morgan asks skeptically. 

The medical examiner points out a bruise on Mr. Sutton’s skull. “Looks like he was knocked unconscious, maybe by the butt of the gun or something in the home.” She explains.

“Thank you,” you said to the medical examiner, who smiled and left you both to your work.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Morgan asks you.

“White man in his twenties or thirties, snubbed by a woman he desired for another man, taking out the families he’s convinced he’ll never have?” 

“Call Hotch,” he said, taking off at a brisk pace back towards the car and trusting you to follow. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and discovered that Garcia was already calling you. 

“Hi Garcia, can you patch Hotch in?” You asked. 

“Already here bug, and trust me, you’re gonna want to hear this.” She told you, and you put the phone on speaker so Morgan could listen in while he drove. 

“What did you find, Garcia?” Hotch asked. 

“So, I looked into Marc Vexper, and it turns out this long-term English sub has something to hide-- he didn’t make a single card purchase on either day that he was out, and his phone was completely off from the moment he stepped off the school’s campus to the time he returned.” 

“Morgan and I are just leaving the medical examiner’s office now-- Marc fits the profile to a tee.” You interject. 

“Oh but wait, the high school of horrors doesn’t end there,” Garcia warns you. “I took a peek at Marc’s texts looking for clues about his whereabouts, and I noticed some too-friendly chats with Victoria Sullivan, a student in his AP Literature class. Her phone was on both days, and I’ll give you one guess as to where she was both days-- and it wasn’t school.” 

“You’re kidding,” Morgan sighs out. 

“So did he groom Victoria into doing it herself, or was she an accomplice?” Hotch asked. 

“The men were strangled, Aaron. There’s no way she could have done that herself.” You tell him. 

“We need an address, Penelope.” Hotch demands. 

“Already on your phone. The station’s closest.” She tells you. 

“We’ll meet you there.” Hotch says, and the line clicks. 

In a routine you’ve performed too many times to count, Morgan flicks on the lights and sirens as you mount your phone with the GPS sending you in the right direction. It’s all the same as it usually is, so why are you so nervous? 

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Hotch elects not to put on his lights and sirens as he approaches Mr. Vexper’s house, not wanting to alert him that anyone had found him out. There are two cars in the driveway-- a modest sedan with a few dings in it, and a shitbox of an old jeep with a parking permit for the local high school on the back bumper. 

“The girl is here-- she might be a hostage.” Hotch tells Spencer, who nods. “We need to be careful. There’s no need for any other kids to lose their lives,” he says, quietly opening up his car door and gesturing for Spencer to take a back entrance while he takes the front. He climbs the worn wooden steps and peeks into the window, seeing nothing before he takes one hand off of his gun to swing open the front door of the home, where he’s met face to face with the Victoria Sullivan, standing on the main stairway of the home, gun leveled square at the middle of his forehead. 

“Victoria, put the gun down,” Hotch says slowly, raising his own hands as a sign of good faith. “I’m here to help you. Where’s Marc?”

Before Victoria can answer, Hotch hears the woosh of metal in the air and feels an overwhelming crack in his legs, falling to the ground as he yelps in pain. 

“Run, Vicky! You know where to go!” Marc yells, and the girl disappears from Hotch’s blurring line of vision as March continues to beat on Hotch with a crowbar, stomping on his legs. 

Hotch vaguely hears Spencer's running footsteps, and Marc takes off, running in the same direction as Victoria. 

Spencer falls to the ground next to Hotch, attempting to gently tend to his injuries, but Hotch weakly waves him off. 

“Go, go, save the girl, he’ll kill her next. I’m okay. Go,” he coughs out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Spencer goes. 

Hotch groans as he gropes around in his pants pocket, pulling out his cell phone and calling Garcia. 

“I need help,” he says once the line clicks.

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If Aaron lived through this, you were going to kill him yourself. You knew you were being irrational, you knew it wasn’t his fault, and worst of all you know that he hadn’t even done something you could be mad at him for, like going in without backup. This was just the job. This just happened sometimes. And you were absolutely fucking livid that it was happening to him. Not to mention scared shitless. 

Morgan had pumped the gas as soon as Garcia called, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger seat. 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Morgan attempted to placate you, but you wouldn’t have it. 

“You don’t know that,” you spat out. 

“He’s tough. He’s got a lot to stick around for. He’s gonna be okay,” He tells you, and this time you don’t argue.

When you finally pull up to the house, Aaron is on a stretcher being loaded onto an ambulance. You throw yourself out of the SUV before it’s even fully stopped, calling out for Aaron. 

“I’m okay,” he sputters out as you climb into the back of the ambulance. 

“No you aren’t, you asshole,” you scoffed at him, your voice a little watery. “Tell the paramedics what happened so they can help you,” you said, stroking at the hair at the top of his head as your chin quivered. 

“Don’t cry,” he says, reaching up for you and you see that his hands are bloody. 

“Shh, shhh. Don’t worry about me. Let them help you,” you calmed him down, trying not to let your tears interrupt the medics when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness.

 Aaron will live, and you suppose you won’t follow through on your threats to kill him. Once he’s in the hospital, they wheel him back to a restricted area, leaving you alone in a waiting room while the rest of the team finds the unsub. You call Jess, let her know what’s going on, but ask that she keep it from Jack until you’re back in the room with him and Hotch is able to talk to Jack himself. You didn’t want Jack to worry, and you knew that Aaron’s assurance that he was fine was the only comfort Jack would accept.

After a while-- it could have been thirty minutes or three hours, Emily appears in the waiting room..

“I was appointed to come check on you,” she says by way of greeting. “Have you seen him yet?”

“Not since they took him out of the ambulance. He looked… bad,” you struggle to find a word that explains the magnitude of it. 

“He’s gonna be fine. No gunshot wounds, just some nasty bruises. I’m sure it looked worse than it actually was.” She consoles you gently.

“I hope you’re right.”

At that moment, a doctor appears in the doorway. “For Agent Hotchner?” He asks, and you walk over to him. 

“I’m Aaron’s partner,” you explain, the word “girlfriend” feeling entirely too childish for the scenario. 

“Agent Hotchner is going to be just fine. His left leg is fractured slightly at the femur and the kneecap, but we’ve put him in a brace to stabilize the knee, and he should recover over the next eight to twelve weeks. He’ll need some physical therapy, and field work is out of the question until he is cleared, but he’ll make a full recovery.  He has a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs, but we’ve given him some meds for the pain and the concussion shouldn’t present any further complications.” 

No field work. Aaron was going to be pissed. “Thank you, doctor.” You said gratefully. 

“He’s been asking for you, if you’d like to follow me,” The doctor responds, and you allow him to lead you down a maze of hallways, leaving you just outside Aaron’s room, where his eyes are shut and his chest rises and falls slowly. Figures, you were sure he’d been up all night running through profiles in his head.

You sat on his right side, away from his injured leg, and rested your head against his mattress, near his hip bone. He looked so fragile like this, wrapped up in a thin blanket and a johnny, bandaged from his collar bone to his toes. You wondered, briefly, if he felt this helpless and frustrated the night that he picked you up from your old apartment. The tears well up against your will, but you allow them to fall, for a few moments. You had earned the right to care for him, to worry about him, to fret. You had earned the right to sit vigil at his hospital bed and try to force images of a lifetime lived without him to stop passing through your head. 

Aaron stirred, and you sucked in a quick breath, not wanting to wake him. He settled, again, and you rested your head back against the mattress, letting the gentle rhythm of his breath lull you to sleep. 

He twitches a little while later, and the sudden movement jolts you awake. His return to the waking world is slower, and you let him come at it at his own pace, not wanting to overwhelm him when he was probably already going to be in pain and disoriented. You hear him mumble out your name and you stand, placing one hand on his cheek and the other in his uninjured palm. 

“I’m right here, baby,” you whispered to him. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to look you up and down without moving his neck. 

“Am I--” you chided gently. “Honey, I’m fine. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” 

“My leg,” he tells you, trying to sit up, but you push back on his shoulders. 

“Absolutely not,” you tell him. “You broke your leg. You are staying in this bed until a doctor tells you otherwise.” 

“Fuck,” Aaron muttered out. Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. “Is Spencer okay? And the girl, Victoria Sullivan?” 

“The team took them both alive. Spencer is fine, just a little breathless from his run.” You tell him. 

“When is it gonna heal?” He switches topics back to his injury. 

“You mean, when are you going to be allowed into the field again?” You asked skeptically, and he at least has the good grace to look sheepish. “Not for at least six weeks, more than likely closer to ten, plus physical therapy.” 

“God damnit,” Aaron sighs. 

“It could have been a lot worse, Aaron,” you point out softly, and he looks up at you. 

“You’ve been crying.” He says softly. 

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Don’t lie to a profiler,” He chides you gently.

“Well, I’m the woman who loves you and I’ve earned the right to cry when you’re hurt.” You said defensively, but not unkindly.

“Hey, I’m okay. Really, I swear. Come up here,” he urges you, and you roll your watery eyes. 

“I’ll hurt you,” you tell him. 

“You’ll hurt me worse if you don’t come cuddle,” he pouts. 

“Corny bastard,” you chuckle, tenderly sliding into bed next to him. 

Unable to shift and cuddle, Aaron settles for reaching out for your hand, which you allow him to take in his own. He strokes his thumb over the back of your palm tenderly. 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers, and you might start crying again right there.

“Don’t do it again. I was ready to kill you myself,” you warned him. 

“Noted.” 

“We should call Jack. I didn’t tell him what was going on, I didn’t want to scare him. Jess knows.” 

“I just… want to hold your hand for a couple more minutes.” 

“Okay, love. A few more minutes.”

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[theclawofaraven]

addicted - baekhyun au - part 3 (m)

pairing: singer! baekhyun x reader

genre: angst, slow burn, light fluff, slice of life, smut, mutual pining

words: 4.7K

warnings: cursing, angst, smut, face-sitting, alcohol consumption

a/n: and as promised part 3 is here. thank you to the sweetest peeps who respond and give me love! if you’re reading this know i love you ;) any kind of feedback or suggestion is appreciated!

part 3

Y/N’s POV

It had been almost two weeks since Baekhyun left, and I was rather surprised by the lack of contact we had since then. I sent him a simple “goodbye” text the day he left, but he never said anything back. This confused me as I didn’t think I’d done anything to piss him off, and he seemed pretty interested in me, but maybe I was wrong. He probably had someone to replace me wherever it is he went to and didn’t care about me anymore. That’s probably what it is, I decided. I was just someone to fuck around with while he was away. Not that I was overly upset about this; after all, that’s what it was supposed to be anyways.

So it definitely came as a surprise when I finished work and saw a text from him:

‘I miss you’

This was definitely strange coming from someone who was avoiding contact for well over a week. I didn’t even know how to respond; I missed him too, but it was his fault for not responding to me in the first place.

‘really? I thought you were pissed off at me considering your lack of response when you left’, I texted back once I arrived home, feeling a little agitated because I knew the only reason why he was initiating contact now was because he wanted someone to sleep with.

‘I know, and I probably shouldn’t be texting you now anyways but I can’t help it’

‘so why are you then? none of your other fuck buddies free?’

‘please. it’s not hard for me to find someone to sleep with. I’d just rather it be you Y/N. I need to see you’

At this point I wanted to roll my eyes back into my head and just leave the conversation at that, but I responded anyways:

‘not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re quite far away from me so that’s not going to work very well. find someone else’

It took a little longer for a reply from him this time.

‘whoa, okay? why are you so bitter?’

By then I was livid. How could someone be so goddamn dense? I thought as I typed out a text back.

‘I’m bitter because it took you two weeks to respond to my fucking text and the only reason why you’re responding to me now is because you’re horny. fuck you seriously’

A few minutes passed and I still hadn’t received a text back from him. I assumed he finally got the point and decided to leave me alone.

Apparently I was wrong.

My phone began ringing, and I looked down to see who I already anticipated it would be.

“What?” I answered angrily.

“Look, I’m sorry if I pissed you off, but even if you don’t wanna fuck again I don’t want to leave things on bad terms.” Baekhyun spoke, his voice slurring a bit. “The reason why I didn’t text you back was because I was trying to cut things off with you. Seulgi made it pretty clear that she didn’t want me around you, and the easiest way I could think of was avoidance. That didn’t work because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m obsessed with the thought of you Y/N. Specifically the thought of you underneath me.”

“Are you drunk?” I asked him after I processed all that information, unable to think of anything else to say.

I heard him exhale, a long pause following. “That’s not really important. Are… Umm… Are you still pissed off?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Fair enough,” he laughed. “I’m sorry for making you mad.”

“You should really get some sleep, B,” I said, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” he paused for a while, and I thought he might have hung up until he finally spoke. “Can I see you again?”

“By see you mean fuck, right?” I asked.

He laughed for a second time. “Maybe. I just want to see you again. I’m sorry for being such a douchebag but I just… I can’t get you off my mind and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Sleep this off and we’ll see if you still want me in the morning. Goodnight, B.” I responded, ending the call before he could say anything else.

Sighing, I set my phone down on my end table, crawling into bed. Suddenly, I heard my door creak open, a dull light illuminating the floor in front of it. I could see the outline of someone standing there, and it took a minute before they spoke.

“Are you okay?”

I moved my arm over my face, blocking out the light. “I’m fine, Seulgi. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just heard-“

“I’m fine,” I spoke, my tone slightly annoyed, “Just… Leave me alone.”

“Okay…” she trailed off, giving up on trying to get me to say anything. “We’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight Y/N.”

With that, she closed the door behind her, and I heard her go down the hall to her room, the door opening and closing. I closed my eyes once again, trying to block out all the thoughts of Baekhyun running through my head. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep.

I woke up the next morning, hearing my phone buzzing on my end table. Reaching over, I glanced at the screen to see that I had received a new text. Of course, it was from Baekhyun.

‘I’m sober now and guess what? I still want you’

I couldn’t stop the laughter rising in my chest. I was in disbelief at how desperate he was, especially since he didn’t exactly come across as the type to behave in this manner.

‘and I’m still far far away from you’ I texted back.

‘I need to get you underneath me somehow’

‘you’re being unrealistic’

‘can you at least send me some pictures then? ;)’

I laughed to myself, setting my phone back on the table, not replying. Picturing him waiting for my response that wasn’t coming anytime soon contented me in a sick, twisted sort of way.

I rolled out of bed, stretching before wandering out into the kitchen. Seulgi stood at the counter, her back towards me. As she heard me approaching, she turned around, looking me up and down.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

I shrugged indifferently, reaching above her to pull down a coffee mug from the cupboard, filling it up from the freshly brewed pot. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I took a small sip of my black coffee as she eyed me curiously, as if trying to find a hint in my expression or body language that I was not telling the truth.

“Well, I mean last night…” she trailed off. “You sounded pretty upset on the phone. Were you talking… Were you talking to B?”

I nodded, climbing onto one of the bar stools at the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Yeah, I was.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, what now?” Seulgi asked, rolling her eyes in disapproval. Her tone made me a little angry.

“It’s nothing. He just… He wants to see me again,” I responded truthfully, regretting it the instant it came out of my mouth because I knew it would result in an argument.

“Seriously?” her voice was raised in disbelief. “And do you want to see him again?”

I shrugged, sipping on my coffee again. “Maybe, I guess. I don’t know, I-“

She cut me off abruptly. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. Please.”

“What?” I became slightly defensive. “What’s the harm in hooking up?”

The fact that she was getting so pissed off made me want to rebel against her even more. I was getting sick of her treating me like a child, and it was only further fueling my already pretty strong desire to climb back in bet with Baekhyun.

“What’s the harm in hooking up?” she reiterated, a single laugh expelling from her chest. “There’s no harm, Y/N, except it’s with him. I fucking told you this already, and I’m not going to tell you again. Go be stupid and sleep with him again, I don’t fucking care anymore.”

“Seriously, fuck you Seulgi,” I practically spat at her, pushing myself away from the island, getting down and stomping back to my room. She followed me, standing in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked me as I typed away on my phone.

“Go away,” I muttered, pressing send on the message.

‘maybe I’ll just give you the real thing’

Not even an hour later, after finding out that Baekhyun was now back home, I arrived in Bucheon. I couldn’t fucking believe that I had given in, again; after all, pissing Baekhyun off with the fact that he couldn’t see me made me incredibly pleased with myself, but I couldn’t deny that I needed him probably almost as much as he was letting on he needed me. After wandering around for a few moments, trying to find his frame in the crowds of people in our meeting spot, I finally spotted him. I began walking toward him, and he caugh sight of me as well. As I got closer to him, I noticed the slight smirk forming on his face.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “What made you change your mind?”

I half-shrugged, my breath still caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his gaze fixed on me.  “I…”

He laughed, and the sound of it made me want to jump him in the middle of the street. “Shit, I don’t care why, I’m just glad you did.”

“Can we… Uh… Can we leave please?” I stuttered, clutching the strap of my bag closer to me.

“You’re the cutest thing, seriously,” he murmured, his hand moving to my face, cupping my cheek before letting it fall. I felt my heart racing, which confused me. I didn’t think I was that nervous, but then again, Baekhyun did intimidate me a bit. I hated that he made me feel this way. “Alright, lets’ go.”

We made our way into his car. After driving for a few minutes, I felt his hand make its way onto my thigh. I instinctively pushed it away. “Stop that.”

He chuckled, brushing his thumb across it. “Stop what?”

“Can you just keep both hands on the steering wheel and drive please?” I asked, grabbing his hand and forcing it off of me. It pissed me off that whenever I had the slightest upper hand, he always found a way to take over again. Just as I thought I had some sort of handle on him, there he was to prove that he was the one in control.

He glanced over at me, shaking his head before dramatically clenching the steering wheel with both hands. “Better?”

“You’re stupid,” I mumbled, looking out the window.

He laughed loudly as he turned into a parking lot. “Alright, we’re here, anyways.”

After we got out of the car, we made our way into the building and onto an elevator, going all the way to the top floor.

“A penthouse apartment?” I spoke in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

As I took it all in, I almost felt somewhat embarrassed of mine and Seulgi’s tiny, humble apartment.

He shrugged, “It’s nice enough, I guess. I’m not home enough to enjoy it, really.”

I shook my head. “This is insane.”

I walked further in, observing the elaborate living room.

He suddenly grabbed my waist, catching me off guard. “You know what’s really insane? The fact that you still haven’t let me kiss you yet and I’ve been in your presence for like a half hour.”

I laughed, standing on my tiptoes as I tangled my fingers in his hair. “You’re right.”

“Mhmmmm,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against mine.

I pushed him down onto a nearby couch, climbing onto his lap, not once breaking the kiss.

“Shit,” he breathed against my lips as I moved my hips against his. He made quick work pulling off my shirt and removing my bra, tossing them both to the side. Shortly after, his shirt joined my clothing items in the growing pile on the floor. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him so our chests were pressed together.

I shifted away slightly, biting his bottom lip, unbuckling his blet and sliding my hand into his pants.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, picking me up off of him and throwing me down onto the couch.

He climbed on top of me, his mouth quickly finding mine again. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I reached up to grab his head once more. He stopped me, taking me by surprise as he threaded his fingers through mine, pinning my hands onto the couch.

“Baekhyun,” I complained, struggling to release myself from his grip. He simply laughed, his mouth moving down my neck, trailing light kisses before his teeth sunk in at about the exact same spot as before, sucking lightly. His one hand released its grip, and he slowly moved it down my body, pushing off my shorts and underwear. The other hand settled on my waist, holding me in place.

“Oh, fuck,” I felt my breath hitch as he slid a finger inside me. Soon, he added a second, and I moaned, gripping his hair tightly as he slowly moved them in and out.

“I’m gonna stop,” he spoke, looking down at me.

“Oh, B. Don’t stop,” I sighed, my grip tightening. “Please don’t.”

He chuckled, removing his fingers and a slight unvoluntary whimper fell from my lips as a result of the loss. He brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking them. “Mmmm, relax.”

“Holy shit,” I threw a hand over my face, averting my gaze.

“What?” he asked, taking my hand away.

“You are so fucking sexy and I just… I want… Whoa,” I stopped myself, realizing that I shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“What do you want?” he questioned me, and I felt my whole body flush. “I want to sit on your face,” I stated bluntly, surprised with my confidence.

His jaw dropped, and his startled expression was soon replaced with that smirk; one that I had both grown to love and hate at the same time. “Wow, well okay.”

He laid back, grabbing my hips and positioning my body over his face.

“Wait, oh my God, Baekhyun,” I laughed in disbelief. “I didn’t really mean it!”

“Nuh-uh,” he chuckled. “You asked for it.”

He slowly flicked his tongue against me, and I moaned loudly, all uncertainty dissipating. “Oh, B. Oh Baekhyun.”

He laughed against me, which only increased the sensation. “Jesus Christ, Y/N. You said you wanted to sit on my face, so sit.” He grasped my hips, pulling me down to his face.

“Oh my fuck- holy shit. Yes,” I couldn’t even form a coherent word let alone a sentence. He was incredibly good at it and it made me wonder if there was anything that he couldn’t do.

He laughed again, sliding me off him a few moments later so I was underneath him once again. “Sorry, I gotta fuck you now before I lose my mind.”

He kicked off his pants, moving his mouth down to mine. “Oh, wait. Uh-“ I cut him off, pressing my mouth onto his, groaning.

“Fuck, that’s sexy as hell,” he muttered. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”

I laughed, watching as he put the condom on.

He pressed himself against me, his eyes focused on mine. “Ready?”

I sighed, gripping the back of his neck. “Just fuck me already, B.”

“Sure thing,” he smirked again, sliding into me.

“Mmmm,” I moaned in complete bliss, closing my eyes.

“Hey,” he spoke, his voice rough sounding. “Look at me.”

He gripped my chin, and I opened my eyes to see his dark ones staring down at me. Just seeing him look at me like that made me want to come. His pace quickened gradually, going both harder and faster.

“Oh, fuck, Baekhyun,” I breathed, dragging my nails across his back.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, gripping my waist in one hand so he could pull me up closer to him.

Within a few moments, I let go, and he followed shortly afterward.

He exhaled audibly, pulling out before tossing the condom in a nearby garbage. “You are… Wow.”

“Yeah, same for you,” I spoke, still trying to catch my breath. “Sorry about your back and scalp.”

He laughed a bit. “No worries. I actually like it a lot.”

“Kinky fucker,” I joked, leaning forward to pick up my discarded clothing.

“Wait,” Baekhyun mumbled, moving to kiss me.

I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. “No.”

Standing up, I slipped on my undergarments before sliding my shirt over my head. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I turned back toward him, and he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, now attired in a pair of boxers.

“Nothing,” I responded, moving my eyes over his apartment.

“Alright,” he dropped it rather quickly, which came as a relief to me. I didn’t want to tell him that I came here in the heat of the moment to spite Seulgi, and that I probably shouldn’t have. It wasn’t that I regretted it – I enjoyed having sex with him a lot – I just felt stupid for coming all the way to his place for a hookup. It just further solidified the strong hold he had on me, which only made me angrier at both myself and him.

“I still cannot believe that you came all the way over here just so I could fuck your brains out,” he chuckled, standing up and walking towards me.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I have some business to attend to here in a couple of days, so I just changed the dates around. I accommodated for you, but I didn’t just come here solely for the purpose of letting you fuck me.” I lied.

“You accommodated for me, okay,” he repeated, laughing.

“Yes,” I began to wander through his spacious apartment, moving into the kitchen.

“What are you looking for? Are you hungry?” he asked me. It was kind of cute that he was showing he cared about me at least a little bit.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not hungry. I’m… Okay, I know you to have alcohol here.”

“What?” he burst out laughing. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” I responded, turning back towards him.

He laughed again. “You know, you’re supposed to drink first and fuck second, but I guess I can make an exception.”

He disappeared for a few moments into what I assumed was some sort of man cave, coming back with a bottle of whiskey.

We sat out on his balcony for a while, watching the sun set. If it were different circumstances, I guess it could have been kind of romantic. He told me about how he had been in Seoul recording, and that he was going back on tour in about a week. I told him about the work I had lined up for me, which wasn’t as impressive, and how I wanted to eventually shift my focus on writing only. I didn’t know how much we ended up drinking, but the last thing I remembered was dozing off on Baekhyun’s couch.

Baekhyun’s POV

Y/N had passed out relatively quick. After a few moments when I was sure she was out, I picked her up, carrying her to my bedroom. After setting her down and pulling the covers up over her, I got into bed as well. This whole thing was extremely fucked up, and I hated myself for not being able to let her go. Both Chanyeol and Seulgi were right: someone was going to get fucked over in the end. Inevitably, it would probably be her, unfortunately. I never really had the attention span to stay invested in one particular girl, but for some reason, she had me captivated at that point. However, I knew that the second I got back on tour, my mind would probably change.

Relationships like these never worked out, and I knew that. I’d seen enough to know better, but at that point I just didn’t care. She was fun to fuck, and she made it pretty obvious she liked it, too. My head felt foggy, and thinking about all this just made me more confused. I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as well, and pretty soon I was out.

I woke up the next morning, glancing over at the clock to check the time. It was just after 10, and I looked over to see Y/N still fast asleep. Chuckling to myself, I moved the blanket off me slowly, careful not to disturb her. I made my way into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat as I was rather hungry. As I grabbed some cereal out of the cupboard, I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around, seeing Y/N standing there.

“Well, good morning,” I spoke, smiling at her.

She shook her head, rubbing her eyes. “Why was I in your bed?”

“You passed out on my couch last night, so I put you there,” I responded, pouring some of the cereal into a bowl before adding some milk.

“Oh, fuck,” she put her hand on her forehead. “I didn’t even want to stay the night. I’m sorry. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea for what?” I questioned, grabbing a spoon. “Did you want some?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. I just… I mean the wrong idea that I’m gonna stick around here.”

“So you were just gonna leave here fucked out of your mind last night?” I joked, shoveling some of my breakfast into my mouth.

“Well, no. I wasn’t planning on getting drunk that bad,” she sighed, and I chuckled a bit in response.

“Sure you don’t want some?” I mumbled through a mouthful.

“Not of that, no,” she responded, her tone almost suggestive.

“What are you implying?” I asked, sounding equally as suggestive.

She smirked, moving over to me and climbing into my lap. “Mmm, I don’t know.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, just before she pressed her lips onto mine. My hands moved to her hips as she tugged on my hair gently.

After a few moments, she pulled away, climbing off of me.

“Seriously?” I ran a hand through my hair. “You frustrate me to no end, you know that?”

“Good, that means I’m doing my job,” she laughed. “I think I’m going to go now, though.”

“What? Can’t you stay for a little longer?” I asked. Fuck, I sounded so desperate, but I didn’t really care if it meant she would stay.

“No,” she spoke firmly, which surprised me a bit. “This isn’t gonna become a habit, B. I can’t do it. You can’t do it. We both know that.”

“But…” I trailed off, standing up and moving over to her before placing my hands on her face. “I think we’ve already kind of made a habit out of it, don’t you think?”

She shook her head, looking up at me. “You told me that you’ll be going back on tour in a week, and I’ve got my stuff going on. You’ll find someone new to fuck and I’ll be old news.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” I proposed. “It’ll be fun and we can fuck all the time. Win win.”

She laughed a bit, pulling away from me. “I’m not going on tour with you just so I can be your sex toy for two months. It’s not happening. Besides, I have a life and a job too, you know.”

She moved over to the door where she had dropped her bag the night before.

“Ugh, don’t do this to me Y/N,” I groaned, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to me before she could pick up her belongings.

“B, let me go. Your cereal is gonna get soggy,” she complained.

“I don’t care,” I retorted, pausing for a moment. “Can we at least fuck when I get back?”

She shrugged, trying to free herself from my grip. “Like I said, you’ll find lots of new girls to mess around with when you’re gone and I’ll be a thing of the past. Goodbye Baekhyun.”

“I highly doubt that. You’re stuck in my head, Y/N… It doesn’t even bother me that you call me by my name, it’s kind of endearing actually,” I let out a sad chuckle and ran a hand through my hair looking down, my mind racing. “Fuck. Well, I’m not gonna stop you if you wanna leave, but can I at least kiss you goodbye?” I asked.

She grabbed my neck in response, pulling me down to her so our lips met. I gripped her waist tightly, not wanting to let her go. It confused me how attached I’d grown to her in such a short period of time. I didn’t really like feeling this way, that was for sure. It made me feel like I was not in control, which wasn;t something I was accustomed to.

She broke the kiss just as I was getting into it, causing me to groan in frustration. “You’re a fucking tease.”

She smirked at me, retrieving her bag before taking a hold of the door handle. “Goodbye, B.”

As she began to walk away, I stood in the doorway, watching her. “Okay, well, stop by if you’re still around in a couple of days.”

“Goodbye, Baekhyun,” she repeated for a third time from down the hallway as she approached the elevator between the two penthouse apartments, not even looking back at me.

A few days had passed, and I spent them trying to prepare for the next tour: arranging set lists, getting things packed, and just making sure that everything was ready to go. There were only two days left until the first date and I was beginning to feel a bit anxious about it.

I hadn’t heard anything from Y/N since she left which sort of surprised me, but then again she was pretty good at the whole “hard to get” thing. After debating, I decided to send her a text.

‘how’d your “business” go?’

It took about ten minutes before she texted me back. ‘well, it went fine but it sure was fun trying to cover this up. fuck you’

Attached to the message was a photo of the multiple hickeys I gave her a few days prior. I couldn’t help but laugh even though it wasn’t all that funny, and it was especially apparent it wasn’t to her.

‘hahaha shit I’m sorry’

‘no you’re not’

‘are you still in bucheon area? wanna fuck again?’ I texted back, not dancing around the actual reason why we were having this conversation with small talk.

‘wow, B. nice to talk to you too!’ She responded, and I chuckled to myself.

‘sorry. hey Y/N, it’s great talking to you and I was just wondering if you wanna fuck’

‘I’m back in Seoul. tough luck ;)’

Fuck, I thought to myself. Of course she was. ‘seriously?’

‘seriously. guess you’ll have to make a stop on your tour if you wanna see me ;) ‘

I groaned in frustration. ‘the Seoul date isn’t till near the end of the tour. are you sure you can’t just come with me??’

‘I’m not going with you. I already told you that. I gotta go, I’m meeting a friend. bye B’

‘how the fuck am I supposed to go another month and a half without fucking you?’

She responded a few minutes later. ‘you’ll figure it out’      

‘how?’ I texted back, but a reply never came. Hours passed, and still nothing. Even after I texted her for a second time, she still didn’t respond.

She was so damn good at this game she was playing, and I commended her for that, but it irritated me because I was used to being the one who acted like this. Seeing someone else do it made me angry, but at the same time, it just made me want her more. I was half-tempted to just go out there to see her before tour started, but I knew that’s what she expected me to do.

Like hell was I going to give in.

[ironmansuuucks]

The Usual

Bucky Barnes x reader

Hi hi hello, this is the second time I’ve written for the super soldier so bare with me please haha

It’s lovely based on love story by Taylor swift (cliched I know I know) but doesn’t have the same ending! Take from that what u will hehe

Part 2

Feedback always welcome!

Warnings: angst, swearing.. think that’s it?

You’re the only one who can make him laugh when he feels like this. That’s why you found him driving to your house in the middle of the night, 1 AM to be exact, again. After all, what are best friends for?

And that was the extent of your relationship. Or at least, that’s what Bucky thought. You’d been pushing down new feelings for almost a year now. And Katie had been in Bucky’s life for 7, going on 8 months. The longest 7 months of your life.

Bucky and Katie’s relationship wasn’t exactly, for lack of a better word, the best. She doesn’t know his story. Not like you do. So she doesn’t understand him. When he gets low, she cant understand. She nags him, moans and whines at him, goes a round about way of saying he isn’t good enough for her. But he persists. You’re pretty sure it comes from a place of insecurity. Like he stays because he doesn’t think he’ll ever find someone else. It boils your blood.

He deserves more. He deserves Better.

You would be so much better to him. You understood him. You wanted to know how his day went, know how to help him get better, have his arms around you falling asleep, reminding him how beautiful he is, even with his arm, knowing his insecurities about it. But, becoming intimate like that increases the risk of losing him.

And he loves her.

You hated to admit it, but you were in love with that god damn, eyes of ocean blue, super soldier. And you could do fuck all about it.

So here he was, pacing your apartment floor, cursing and hissing about Katie.

His clothes were kinda wet, the rain pounding the pavements outside as he ran from the parking lot to your building. You’re hardly paying attention to what the argument was until you hear;

“yeah she told me she wants me to wear a long sleeve jumper or some shit to hide my arm-“ your head snapped towards him. He was looking down, shoved his hands in his jean pockets as his pace around the room slowed, self doubt etching all over his movements. You were livid, your face contorted into anger as he continued;

“and yeah, like I get it.. but she could be a little more fucken sensitive about it” he shrugged, looking at you. His eyebrows were knitted in anger, but his eyes told a story of hurt. The blue glistening when his eyes darted to you.

“Buck-“ you started, trying to push your anger down to an acceptable level as he awkwardly scratched the scruff on his face, cutting you off “I just don’t know anymore” he sighs, throwing himself on the sofa next to you.

He ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it a little before dragging them down his face, your eyes watching his every move, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and take all his sorrow away.

You could easily go off your head right now, cursing and swearing Katie but in what way is that going to help Buck? He didn’t need the added stress and pressure, and its not like you’ve not tried that method before. You were there to listen to him, make him laugh and forget. You knew that’s why he needed you. But it was wearing you down.

You sighed, your arm going over to massage the muscles on his back slightly. The damp t-shirt stuck to his skin, showing you the strength, and worry, plus anxiety, that he carried. His back stiff and knotted.

“tell me about your day buck, before all this happened tonight”. He looked up at you and sighed deeply. You turned up the corner of your lip in a half, sympathetic smile. Your eyes telling how sorry you were for him.

He licked the inside of his lip, before biting it lightly as his eyes returned to the floor in front of him, his mind else where. Your breath hitched slightly.

Stop biting your lip and start biting mine.

Your mind raced, watching his every move. He didn’t want to talk about anything apart from his issue at hand, and all you could think about was the scratch marks you wish you could leave on his back.

You rose from the sofa, the blanket falling from you frame. “well, if you don’t wanna talk, then we’re gonna drink” you raised your eyebrows with a tight lipped smile as you plodded to the kitchen.

Bucky huffed out a little laugh. “that’s my girl” he said, watching you walk into the other room.

That’s my girl? That’s my- is this motherfucker really playing this game tonight?

You thought as your cheeks heated up and the words swirled in your mind. Maybe you could convince him to stay? After a few drinks you could tell him what you really thought of Katie, and how she wasn’t good for him.

Whiskey opened up everyone’s minds. And mouths. And the things you would do to have that mouth on your skin.

You bit your lip a little, pouring the glasses. Thinking this was perfect. Might even end in a cuddle? Or something else..?

Christ you hadn’t even had a drink yet and this was your thoughts?

Your best friend is going through a rough time, pull yourself together.

Still, might be worth a shot.

After bigging yourself up in the kitchen for a minute, you returned to the living room, whiskey in hand.

You stopped when you walked in the room. Bucky was up again, pacing. One hand in his back pocket, the other raised to his ear with phone in hand.

“yeah, okay baby, I’ll see you soon”

Did he just call her baby?

Your eyes widened, eyebrows knitted. He was really going to run back to her. Again.

You shouldn’t be surprised, or disappointed. But your both.

He hangs up, his head turning and eyes meeting yours. he goes to say something but it escapes him and he shrugs. His eyes are glistening.

“she says she wants to talk it out…” he starts to put his jacket on, his gaze not leaving yours. You give a tiny nod, your lips closed and eyebrows raised slightly before putting the two glasses down on the coffee table.

You felt sheepish. You rubbed your arm a little, heading towards the door in silence.

Bucky knew you’d be a little pissed at him, which he assumed why you were acting like this.

He followed you to the door, also acting a little sheepish. “I… I can’t lose her…” he tries to reason. You just nod again, eyes looking in his and then away slowly.

“I’m sorry..” he says, hugging you a little. You don’t reciprocate. His body on yours burns. Because it’s one you’ll never be good enough for. And it’s a horrible reminder when he pulls his phone out before leaving and you catch a glimpse of his lock screen. A picture of Katie, laughing as she lies on the couch, below him. You cut off the sigh that almost escaped your lips. You just felt a little used.

“night buck..” you said, closing the door, trying to get away from him as quick as possible, but he held the door open.

“hey, thanks for letting me come over… sorry for being a pain…” his voice was pleading, and his eyes claimed sorry. It made you feel bad.

“it’s fine.. I’ll see you Monday… good luck with.. her” you smiled, or tried to, closing the door before he could speak again. back into your empty, lonely apartment.

Well fuck.

[dinuhsoar]

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― Corpse x fem!reader

Warnings: language, poorly written synopsis and imagine tbh, gif has nothing to do with imagine, possible typos,

Synopsis: Y/n is playing Among Us when her toddler of a brother starts crying. Y/n asks for help- apparently, Corpse just needs to speak. A somewhat discontinued part two of Flowers and Crowns

Cali's message: Evening everyone! As you all know, I'm not a huge fan of Corpse. However, I like reading imagines about him because they're cute and take my mind off of my struggles! I am truly sorry that I haven't been posting. Requests are open for pretty much anything. Be kind and have a lovely day! And you guys actually liked Flowers and Crowns?? Tf are you on? Clearly this one is better- but, thank you for reading Flowers and Crowns and supporting me!

Gif credit: @adventurelandia

@haikyuu-appreciation-club wanted this, so here it is, love!

You and the gang have been playing Among Us for the past hour. When the games always started, you were right on top of it, immediately saying who the imposter was. And now? Now you were first to die everytime.

You've scanned. Corpse and Toast both watched you. And you were positive they were not the imposters. So when they, Corpse, killed you in decontamination, you were so livid.

You tried ranting to the people on your stream, you really did. But they kept saying, 'of course it was Corpse,' and, 'oh look how red she is.' Now that, that much was true. No matter how devilish that move Corpse and Toast pulled, you could forgive him.

You told your stream that you'd be back, the sudden cries of your brother flooding your ears. In the time it took for you to get to his room, make him stop crying, and return to the stream with him, the game ended. And apparently it has ended for a while now.

When you rejoined you heard familiar voices as you slipped on your headset.

"-and I find it quite offensive that you just insulted her while she wasn't present." Corpse had said. What was this going on about?

"Hello guys! Sorry for leaving, my brother was crying again." You laughed, and Corpse smiled like a sick puppy. Your laughter to him was sweet sounding and it held a sense of longing. He concluded that your laugh was normal awhile ago, so a normal laugh shouldn't be affecting him the way it was now, right? "Um, Corpse," you began, quite awkwardly as it was dead silent on the stream, "what was that about? The offensive thing? I joined halfway-"

"It's nothing to be hypervigilant about, Y/n. I took care of the situation." Corpse couldn't feel the flutter in your stomach, but everyone on the stream did as your face was red.

"Ahem, sorry to ruin your spotlight, but could we start?" Sykunno asked, softly lulling his head back.

"Just give me a second, Sy." You left them. Again. Groans and moans of protest is what they did. But you couldn't hear them.

"Which one, bubba? Hm? Carrots or peas?" You reached for the carrots, then heard him scream, "peas!" You were sure the stream heard it, and possibly your friends too. "Fine, fine," you rushed out, opening the can and getting a spoon. "Spill any and I will disown you, ya' hear?" Of course you were joking, but the look on his face was priceless. "Lets get you going." So you picked him up and set him in your lap as you sat back down, letting him eat.

"I'm back this time, for real."

"Good, because I'm not waiting any longer." Sykunno sassed back and pressed hard on the mouse to click start.

And just your luck, you're the imposter with Rae.

You took in a breath and left dropship, running to the node near office. It was probably the most frequently used node anyways. Standing there and awaiting your victim, you saw Rae run past. You immediately followed her into office and down to specimen. She just stood there and you went up to the decontamination in lab, waiting your victem. Toast talked in, and you got out and he went to download. You killed him then went back up to wait.

On Rae's end, she'd go on to kill Sykunno and James before they could even report Toasts body. And so when Corpse has arrived, on your end too, oh boy.

You stood over the growing pile of bodies, and when he saw you, he froze up. On one end, how was someone so sweet sounding, so, so very innocent, do this?

But you did not hesitate. He was vulnerable.

You killed him, laughing into your mic as you did so.

The game ended, and you assumed Rae killed along the strip of decontamination and not just lead them to the pile.

You looked down at your younger brother, smiling at him as he spilled some peas. Immediately his face went white, his lip curling and fists balling as you grabbed his can to place on the desk.

"Hey, hey, don't cry now."

But he would not stop.

"Do any of you know how to make a baby stop crying?" A chorus of 'no's' were heard and you groaned.

"Corpse? The least you can do is think of-"

"Tell him that-"

And with very little words from Corpse, he's stopped crying. However, his head turned away from your shoulder and looked around the room.

"Bubs, he's not in here. Would you like to say hi?" Carefully, you placed the headset on your brothers head, carefully watching his face for any discomfort.

You could faintly hear the others voices, Rae breaking into straight baby talk. When Corpse spoke again, your brother had a mixed face that looked like he was about to cry but laugh at the same time.

"Corpse, you began, taking the headset back, "thank you for making him stop crying." You tightened your grip on his waist, pulling him closer.

You all played a few rounds more, but you decided to them leave to put your brother to bed. Once he was in bed, you got a message. Opening the message app and seeing who it was made you smile some more.

'Hello Y/n! You remember when you said, '"he's not in here?"' Could we arrange that? I'd love to meet you both!'

What? Corpse wanted to meet you?

'I- you- what about your identity? Or-'

'It'll be fine, I trust you.'

'I can be there in a few days?'

'Perfect! See you then!'

Shutting of your phone you ran into your bedroom and screamed into a pillow. You were going to meet Corpse! But what if he didn't like you? Or what- no! You were getting ahead of yourself.

'Goodnight Corpse,' you sent.

'Goodnight Y/n.'

And little did you know, he fell asleep that night.