#i started on the wrong foot and spent way too much time trying to sync the second gif (and it still doesn't) anyway

[mofffun]

Rita Kaniska/Papillon Ohger in Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger ep.16 vs ep.32

[moririki]

⤷ AN EIGHT-LEGGED PROBLEM

OIKAWA TOORU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI & HAIBA LEV & MIYA ATSUMU X READER -> 1.8K
you save your boyfriend from a massive problem which is currently in the corner of your bathroom )

REQUEST -> n/a
CONTAINS -> spiders, bugs, you picking up said creepy crawlies, hq boys being no! help! at! all! (but that's ok bc we love them for it), fanon-ish sakusa cos i haven't read the manga and he had like 5 seconds of screen time so i'm just going off of what i've read + seen, clear favouritism despite the fact that i know basically nothing about sakusa, manga timeskip spoilers in sakusa's
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> haven't seen one where the reader is the one in the relationship who takes care of bugs so since i'm a #girlboss who throws spiders out of my room whenever i see them without breaking a sweat i'm writing that into a fun lil thing with the haikyuu boys that i strongly believe are scared of bugs. also besides the point but look at the pretty colour palette that their banners make fjfjfjdj will go back to writing the requests after this! inspiration just struck

❍ OIKAWA TOORU

-> omg this fucking guy

-> don't let his pride fool you this man HATES bugs with a burning passion

-> he'll never admit it though

-> between you and the aoba johsai team he would never hear the end of how the great king oikawa would cower at the sight of a moth doing laps around a lightbulb

-> so when you pretended not to hear the shriek that left your boyfriend when he saw something flying around the bathroom light and he declined your offer to get rid of the moth for him, this left oikawa in a pretty difficult situation

-> it was just him alone in the bathroom, trying to brush his teeth while eyeing the bug warily

-> you came in a few minutes later, getting ready to go to bed as well

-> "you know, babe, that moth's been there for quite a while," you teased him

-> oikawa hummed in response, his eyes never leaving it as it continued its circumnavigation of the light fixture

-> "oh, you know. who am i to kick someone out of their home? i'm no monster"

-> you almost snorted at how poor of an excuse that was, but ruffled your boyfriend's hair anyway

-> "i'll take care of it, ru, you just finish getting ready"

-> "but y/n-chan, that moth has feelings! don't be mean to it!"

-> you gave tooru a very blank stare at that

-> "so do you want me to leave you alone with your new friend?"

-> "......no"

-> "that's what i thought"

-> you went up to the moth, managing to trap it in your hands before releasing it from a window

-> oikawa shuddered as you came back to the sink, giving your hands a quick rinse before resuming with brushing your teeth like nothing had happened

-> "you're so brave, my love"

-> "anything for you, babe"

❍ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> bless this poor boy

-> so it's no secret that sakusa isn't the fondest of germs

-> and that extends to bugs and spiders too

-> besides a normal amount of disgust that he held for them, the thought of where the insects had been or placed one of their many feet on never failed to make his skin crawl

-> that's where you, his wonderful significant other, comes in

-> as much as he loves you, he just can't understand how you always stared at bugs with wonder in your eyes

-> you'd even pick them up, cooing at the way they crawled up your arm while sakusa just stared at you in disbelief with a can of bug spray in hand

-> tonight was one of those swelteringly hot summer nights

-> you know, the ones where the air seems to be still no matter how many windows you open and every insect in a mile radius is actively trying to enter your home

-> you were spending the night at your boyfriend's apartment, ready to have a relaxing night in with him since your schedules had finally synced up and allowed you both to enjoy a day off at the same time

-> it took months of trust before sakusa finally admitted to you how much he enjoyed doing skincare

-> so whenever you two spent the night together, you decided to start the evening with some face masks and idle binging of a tv show

-> against his half-hearted protests, you had insisted that sakusa wore a headband while this happened (one that had a very cute duck face printed on it)

-> just to keep the curls out of his face, of course

-> whenever he caught you sneaking a candid of him with facemask and duck headband on, he just shot you a halfhearted glare and threatened you to never send that to atsumu or the rest of the msby team

-> (you set it as your home screen instead)

-> anyways, i digress

-> so tonight you decided to cool down from the heat with a few facemasks and cuddling in your boyfriend's heavily air conditioned living room

-> but he kept all his skincare stuff in the bathroom, so you went to go get them as he set up a show to watch along with some snacks

-> you flicked on the light, going to his cabinet when something in the corner of the room caught your eye

-> there was a fairly large spider, desperately trying to crawl up the smooth tile wall

-> you decided to take pity on it and release it

-> but when you had it cupped safely in your hands, you decided to terrorise your poor boyfriend just a little

-> "hey, omi, look what i found!"

-> your boyfriend perked up at your signature nickname for him, though his eyes narrowed as he saw your clasped hands held in front of you

-> "no"

-> "but baby, you haven't even seen-"

-> "no"

-> you giggled at how defensive he had become

-> "come on, don't you want to name it? it's very cute"

-> "i want you to throw it out, y/n"

-> "alright, alright"

-> you took the spider to a window, releasing it back outside before heading back to the bathroom and grabbing a few masks for real this time

-> sakusa gave you the cold shoulder as you sat down next to him, humming as you gave him a face mask and putting it on without a word

-> "aww, baby, i'm sorry"

-> "..."

-> "i'll give you a head massage if you stop ignoring me?"

-> sakusa turned to you, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stared you down

-> the act soon broke, though, and he smiled against the sheet mask that was on his face

-> "it better be a good one," he huffed as he tugged the duck headband off, already sighing at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp

-> "omi, come on, what do you take me for?"

❍ HAIBA LEV

-> ngl lev gives off equal amounts of being terrified of like the tiniest spider or just finding bugs insanely cool vibes

-> it's funnier to imagine this 6-foot-something guy scramble away from a fucking crane fly in terror though so this is how it's going to play out

-> when you invited your giant of a boyfriend to your flat, you didn't anticipate just how small he made everything appear

-> he even towered in your doorway, having to stoop to step through into your hall

-> "woahh, i love your place!"

-> it was his first time staying over for the night, and lev was making sure to drink in every aspect of your interior design

-> you found it sweet of him, and watched as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the little trinkets you had collected over the years to make your small apartment seem more like a home

-> you didn't expect him to scream at the top of his lungs and practically run back to you, though

-> you jumped at the sound, watching as he scrambled away from your lamp and pointed back at it with a shaking finger

-> you squinted at it, making out the very menacing form of a crane fly as it bumped into the lampshade and continued on its path

-> "lev, you big baby," you giggled, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass and trap it

-> "y/n, don't leave me alone with it!" he yelped, and you rolled your eyes at his antics

-> you came back, smoothly capturing the insect and throwing it out of a nearby window

-> lev was sat on your couch the whole time, hands covering his eyes as he curled in a ball

-> "is it gone?" he asked, and you you giggled at how childlike he was acting at the moment

-> "it's all good, baby" you smoothed his hair and lev gratefully leaned into your touch, a sigh of relief leaving him

-> "thank you, y/n"

-> "i'll get rid of all the bugs in the world for you, lev"

❍ MIYA ATSUMU

-> gives off the vibes that he used to eat bugs as a child i'm sorry but

-> have mercy on his soul lmao

-> so twins are supposed to be identical right?

-> anyone who spends more than a few minutes around the miya twins know that that's a complete fucking lie

-> and you've had the misfortune of being friends with them for a very long time

-> like your mums were friends and you were all born around the same time

-> you've been pulled into their shit before you could walk or talk

-> so you're well aware of just how different these mfs are

-> even though they were both absolute bastards, osamu always had a slightly more mellowed out approach which would always end up with atsumu getting the blame for what they got up to

-> especially as a child, osamu loved to terrorise his twin with the unwilling help of you

-> one of the ways was through osamu exploiting one of his twins' fears

-> that being bugs and spiders

-> he always cackled at the sight of atsumu screaming and trying to run away from him due to the spider he was holding

-> as they both grew up, this became less of a frequent thing for osamu to do

-> you also somehow started dating atsumu, but nobody could exactly pinpoint a moment that signified a beginning to your relationship

-> but since you're dating the world's biggest manchild in disguise, and osamu gets annoyed with atsumu quite easily, you would have to swoop in to rescue him from time to time

-> recently the twins had been getting a little snappy with each other, and it had yet to sort itself out

-> from what you had heard your boyfriend was in the wrong this time, but you still listened to him whine and rant about it

-> you were going to the inarizaki school gym to say hi to your boyfriend and best friend before practice started, only to see absolute chaos unfolding

-> with kita yet to arrive, the twins were effectively unleashed and that much was clear with the way atsumu was practically screaming his head off as he ran around the gym

-> your eyes took in the rest of the players- aran had his head in his hands, suna was snickering with his phone out to record the newest miya twin fight, and osamu's deranged laugh could be heard above everything else as he chased his brother, hand held out in front of him

-> only one thing was capable of making atsumu scream like that, so you already knew what was happening

-> atsumu quickly spotted you hovering in the doorway, and made a beeline to where you were

-> his eyes were panicked, and you were quick to wrap him in a hug as you shot osamu a nasty glare over his shoulder

-> literally this lmfao

-> "that's enough, 'samu"

-> your best friend paused, before a smile spread across his face as he dangled the centipede in front of him

-> "you know it was rubber, right?"

-> you felt your boyfriend tense in your arms and you bit your lip to stifle a small giggle

-> but at least they would be back to normal by the end of today

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[chuckbass-love]

Johnny smut#4

Hello lovely anon. Thank you so much for this request, again, i’m sorry for the long wait but i didn’t want to write this when i didn’t have much motivation and then have it turn out any less than perfect. I hope it’s worth the wait for you and that you enjoy it.

Also a lil A/N for everyone: To everyone who has requested, i’m gonna get back on it and try and get at least 2 or 3 out per week if possible. I lost motivation for a hot minute but i’m back. I love you all so much. Also, part 7 to only love can hurt like this will be up sometime in the next week or so. I’m still working on it but i already can’t wait for you all to read.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Prompt #4: “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

Warning: Smut, explicit content, sexual intercourse, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering and swearing. 18+

Word Count: 5,160

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @mcustarks go check them out❤️

Best Friends Brother

As your eyes glance around the beautiful garden filled with white chairs either side of the aisle with flower arrangements all the way to the alter. You can’t help but feel utterly enchanted by the scene, it’s stunning. However, you’re in the wrong place right now, Sue specifically asked you to meet her out back to help her get ready but as soon as you turnaround to head there, you bump into Johnny of all people.

To put it simply, Johnny isn’t exactly your favourite person and you’re not his either. Well, that’s a lie. When around others you don’t get along, you don’t hate each other you just don’t really have much to say since he’s always so cocky and you’re his older sisters best friend. But behind closed doors, the sexual chemistry is off the charts and you’ve spent too many nights tangled up in his sheets to count on two hands.

No one knows about your late night rendezvous though, especially Sue. And she can never find out. It would hurt her. You’re her best friend and Johnny is her little brother. So it’s a secret and it will always remain one.

“Wow” his lips curl up into a genuine smile as his eyes take in your figure in the floor length  dark purple bridesmaid dress you have on “you look, great” he says as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, clearly unable to stop those dirty thoughts running wild in his head.

“Just great?” you ask, brow raising slightly before you chuckle and move to walk past him but he grabs your arm just in time to stop you from going anywhere “not just great, but gorgeous. In fact if this wasn’t my sisters wedding then i’d say you were the best looking one here” he turns his head in your direction, his dreamy blue eyes meeting yours, both filled with lust and need. But you can’t do this here. Today is Sue and Reed’s day.

“Johnny” you whisper lazily, the feel of his skin on yours makes you shiver with desire for him to fill you up, kiss you and make you cum around his cock multiple times but that will have to wait. You really need to snap out of this. So you do, you blink and look back up at him before slowly pulling away from “Sue needs me now, i have to go” and just like that he’s behind you, watching as you walk away. Mostly just to watch the way your ass moves in that dress. You can’t say you blame him though, your ass does look good.

The second you step foot indoors you hear Sue moaning about anything and everything to who sounds like Alicia.

“Your saviour is here” you announce and Sue turns around, beaming at you and you can’t help but stare at her. She looks absolutely breathtaking and her dress is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. She looks just like a princess.  Alicia then leaves to go and check on Ben, leaving you two to it.

“Sue, you look amazing” tears brim in your eyes, drowning out your vision, she spots it immediately, rushing to hand you a tissue “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup”

You take it from her, dabbing underneath your eyes before taking the eyeliner from her to re do what couldn’t be saved in time “i can’t believe you’re finally getting your big day” you finish zipping up her dress before helping her out with her veil.

“Well i’ve waited long enough” she laughs as you finish up and you turn her round so she can look at herself in the mirror.

“Now, i just need to finish my make-up. Help a girl out?”

You don’t even bother to respond, instead you start helping, picking up her bag of products. Her foundation is done so it’s just her eye makeup and lipstick that’s left to do. You go with a nice subtle smokey eye with a little silver glitter on top. Then to finish it off you apply some nude lip gloss to her lips before leaving her to do her own mascara, you would hate to mess it up after all.

“Oh i forgot to check with you, is Johnny outside?”

Even the mention of his name has an obvious effect on your body and it’s something you’ve never been able to control but instead of letting it show, you put your poker face on, clearing your throat and mumbling a quick “yes” and thank god she doesn’t catch on or say anything. You must have hid it well.

“Right, ladies the guests are arriving now and Reed is helping them all to their seats so are you ready?” Johnny pokes his head into the room and Sue nods, letting out a deep breath.

He glances at you before Sue walks over to him to make their way to the other room in which she’s going to be leaving out of to walk down the aisle, leaving you standing there sighing.

Guess it’s time for you to take your own place too. You follow closely behind them and then you and Alicia wait for your queue to go, she goes first, then you. Flowers in hand, smiling around at all of the guests, every one of them dressed up in bright colours, wedding hats galore. And as you take your place next to Alicia at the side of the alter, you watch your best friend walk down the aisle with pride. She means the world to you and if there’s one person who’s the most deserving of happiness, it’s her.

Reed wipes away tears as she stands next to him and you feel your heart melting, more tears forming. Johnny watches you from across the way, wiping your own tears of joy before his focus shifts to the vows.

Sometimes he gets urges to ask you out on a date but as quickly as those urges form, they fade. There’s not a chance in hell of you saying yes to him and he knows it. He’s just a hookup and he’s no stranger to half platonic relationships. He’s never particularly been one for commitment anyway but something about you changes his mind. Since you’ve been Sue’s best friend for god knows how long now, he’s watched many guys come and go in and out of your life. He’s watched and even listened to the many times Sue has held you whilst you cried and to tell the truth, he’s never been able to fathom why anyone would ever want to hurt you. Why anyone would ever cheat or leave you. He always had the biggest crush on you and it’s never left. 

Hence why one day he made a move, giving you his best cheesy pick up line at a party Sue threw one weekend. But you ignored him, it was only 2 hours into the party and you weren’t drunk enough to be taking him seriously. However, multiple drinks and shots later, he tried his luck again, and he hit the jackpot. You took him up on his offer. Whilst Sue was in the other room trying to clean up after her guests, you were in Johnny’s room, stripping off in-between heated open mouthed kisses.

It’s pretty obvious where that lead and the next day, you were so mad at yourself for letting it get that far. You cursed alcohol and your stupid brain as you quickly re dressed, repulsed at yourself and your actions. That’s when Johnny shot up, trying his best to make you stay, shutting the door as you tried to open it and standing in the way. You made eye contact with the player and he kissed you. You can’t recall anything else other than feeling captivated by him. His lips moved in sync with yours like they were always made to touch and you couldn’t control the way your body yearned for more.

And the rest is history. Since then you’ve been late night texting and meeting up whenever you could to hook up. Johnny eventually got his own apartment too which only lead to more often than not, the pair of you fucking like rabbits.

It hasn’t just been hookups though, as much as you’d love to lie and pretend that it doesn’t mean a thing, it does. You like Johnny, of course you do. He’s actually the only guy that’s ever been able to make you cum. The only guy who isn’t completely selfish in bed. He makes it all about you, every dam time and you feel torn when it comes to him. A huge part of you knows the two of you feel something deeper and more than just sex. You feel something more intimate. It’s definitely not love but it could be, one day.

Before you know it, you’re ripped from your Johnny themed thoughts as everyone starts cheering and clapping. You join in, watching Reed kiss Sue passionately before the two of them walk back up the aisle. You, Alicia, Johnny and Ben all follow behind with the guests joining in.

The reception is just inside and as soon as you all enter, the music begins. The real old school music. You’re The One That I Want from Grease. The DJ really has a way of luring everyone onto the dance floor right away. Usually at weddings, everyone sits down drinking and chilling before the buffet food comes out but not this wedding.

Sue grabs your hand and the two of you re enact the classic Sandy and Danny scene, overly dramatic though of course and unbeknownst to you, Johnny is watching your every move, unable to stop himself grinning like a cheshire cat. It’s very clear you’re having the time of your life and all he wants is to be able to dance with you.

Once the song is over, you walk around the room to look for the table that you’re going to be sitting at until you hear “over here” and you know that voice anywhere. You turn around to find Johnny sat down, a large glass of wine next to his beer. He ordered for you? Why?

“You’re next to me, hope that’s okay” he stands up, helping you into your chair and tucking it in for you before taking his seat again and sliding the glass of wine to you.

“White wine is still your favourite, right?” nerves fill his voice as he keeps his eyes locked on you “yes, it is. You remembered. Thank you” you waste no time in taking a big gulp of it, you can practically feel yourself getting aroused just by sitting next to the man and to think you’re going to have to deal with it the whole day is torture.

You press your thighs together, trying your hardest to stop whatever is happening in its tracks.

“You not going to dance some more?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, one arm draped round the back of yours “maybe in a minute, i’m still recovering from the first one” you giggle nervously, scared of being seen with him. Sure, you were put with him by Sue herself but what if your farce comes apart now, after all, he is being nice to you and the resting bitch face is missing instead a happy expression has taken its place.

Maybe no one will notice since it’s Sue’s big day, that could be the excuse you use if anyone says anything but then again, why should you care to make excuses? If you enjoy his company that shouldn’t be an issue. Maybe Sue won’t care. She’s always wanted Johnny to settle down with someone nice and you’re nice, right? She’s also wanted you to find someone too. But her best friend and brother getting together probably isn’t what she had in mind.

The song Crazy In Love by Beyonce comes on and Sue practically summons you to the dance floor, so you down the rest of your wine before you rush over to join her. Skipping the regular moves, you and Sue both start dancing like it’s just the two of you. No move off limits as you both grind your hips in circles, shaking your asses and laughing your heads off. She is the only person in this world that can make you laugh like that and you feel incredibly lucky to have her and to be here for her big day.

As your moves get more risqué you catch Johnny adjusting his cock in his dress trousers before drinking more of his beer.

The tension is building within you and you’ve never had to fight temptation so much in the whole year that you two have been doing this. You’re usually very good at waiting and making him wait for it but right now, it’s too hard. The next song that comes on is Check On It by Beyonce, again.

The more of the song that you dance to, you notice the lyrics surprisingly match your situation and a wave of confidence drenches you like rain.

If you got it flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oh you watchin me shake it, I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin’, you watch me in amazement

You continue to show off your best assets, making sure you tease and wind him up more before you make any kind of move which is what you usually do. Any time the two of you fool around, you make him wait and earn it, but it’s one of many reasons why he loves hooking up with you, you’re not easy, you know your worth and you’re 100% worth the wait.

The song finishes leaving yourself and Sue breathless almost. Reed stalks closer, handing his bride a drink and you head over to the bar to get another for yourself before sitting back down again. The buffet will be available soon and you’re desperate for something to eat. Peckish isn’t the word.

“Hello again” Johnny beams and you sip some more wine, a rather big sip yet again before you respond “hello. Are you gonna sit here the whole night?” you question with genuine curiosity, he only really danced a little when the Grease song was on but that’s about it and you aren’t oblivious to the other women checking him out.

“No i intend to dance i just need to be drunk enough for it first”

“I see, maybe then one of those lovely ladies will get a chance to dance with you” you say, observing one in particular who has been staring non stop.

“Please, i’d rather dance with you”

Your heart skips a beat and dare you say it, your vagina develops one. He’s such a sweet talker.

“You looked good out there, y’know” he motions towards the dance floor as if you didn’t already clock on to what he meant and you can’t deny the way your cheeks start to heat up as you thank him shyly.

That’s when he leans closer to your ear, his arm round the back of your chair again as he rasps “and that ass of yours in this dress, baby you got me so hard” his breath fans your neck as he returns to his normal sitting position but he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches at the dirty comment. He knows all too well the effect he has on you and you know the effect you have on him.

In the past all it’s taken for him is for you to bite your lip and stare him down for him to get hard before. You’re his weakness.

Before you can even go to respond to him though, he clears his throat, tapping away on his phone as he stands up “anyway, if you’ll excuse me, nature calls” he slips his phone back into his pocket, walking away towards the toilets which just so happens to be right behind the DJ.

Your phone buzzes and you check to see a message from him ‘You coming?’ the text reads.

And that alone is enough for you to choke on your own saliva. You quickly sip your drink before standing up yourself and making your way over to the mens toilets. Thank God no one saw you.

“Johnny” you whisper yell until one of the cubicle doors opens, the bigger one at the end. He winks at you as he appears in the doorway and you strut over to him, allowing him to pull you in and lock the door. Your body is flush against his as he starts to kiss your collarbone first. If Johnny is anything it’s a man who loves to savour the moment. He hates quickies and loves to take his time with you.

You’re obviously not the first woman to fall victim to his touch but you’re the only one right now and you’re glad that he’s had experience, it’s clearly made him all the more sensational  in the bedroom.

“Oh” you throw your head back on a quiet moan, hoping not to be too loud despite music blasting outside making it impossible for anyone to hear you.

“Every time you dance, you drive me crazy. Shaking that perfect ass of yours in this dress, making me want you so bad” his lips hover over your sweet spot, his breath fanning it just like it did before.

You wrap your arms loosely round his neck as your back arches and his lips attack your neck like a man possessed, everything about this moment should feel wrong and yet it feels so right. The thought crosses your mind that everyone is out there dancing and most likely eating now all while Johnny is playing with your dress, lifting it up to reveal the new panties that you brought for today. Purple lace to match your dress.

“Oh baby” he groans, tugging on his bottom lip at the sight as his fingers wonder down and slip inside. His cold palm cups your sex making you shiver in surprise before he makes you forget all about it by spinning you around so that you’re pressed against the wall. Caged in by his muscular body as he towers over you.

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and heat starts to rise to your cheeks, you can’t contain the flustered feeling that fills you. He’s always had a way of being so dominant and stealing all control from you in an instant, since you’re so used to the roles being reversed in your life, he was more than into changing that. And to tell the truth, it’s one of the many reasons that you keep coming back. He pushes you out of your comfort zone in more ways than one.

His fingers play with the flimsy material of your new panties, grazing over your clit multiple times until you’re poking your ass out into his hand. “Someones keen, huh?” his low, raspy and taunting chuckle fills your ear sending shivers up and down your spine and causing goosebumps to form all over your hungry body.

“Please, Johnny” you beg pathetically, once again pushing back against his hand in hopes that he’ll get a move on and touch your properly. Which of course he does. You know he can never resist your charm. All the more reason why he’s slipping your panties to the side now so that his fingers can circle your arousal covered hole, almost dipping into your honey pot but holding back.

“Beg for it” he growls, taking your right earlobe between his teeth and biting down lightly “beg like the good girl i know you are” he continues and you gasp before breathing out a quick plea “p-please touch me Johnny, i need it” as your hands find purchase on the wall.

The feel of his knee spreading your legs apart gets you all the more excited for what’s the come and that’s when he gives you all that you’ve been craving, slipping two thick digits inside of you, coating them in your juices as they hit that spongy spot. He’s never had much trouble when it comes to finding your weak spots, he knows your body inside and out at this point and there’s not a time where you don’t cum when you’re with him.

“That good baby? My fingers getting that little cunt ready for my cock”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head in reaction to the pure filth leaving his not so innocent mouth and just as you go to let out a near enough pornographic style moan, throwing your head back too, the restroom door opens making you stop yourself. Footsteps make their way to one of the cubicles that just so happens to be next to the one your in.

Johnny then takes it upon himself to pull his drenched fingers out of you, reaching his hand in front of your face and shoving them into your mouth for you to suck on, using his free hand to undo his belt and now you know that you’re done for. You know exactly what he’s about to do. His cock rests at your entrance, staying there for a second before he slides in. Your walls welcome him in the best way, wrapping around his cock as he splits you open, stretching you beautifully yet again just like he does every time. The all too familiar feeling consumes you.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught” he mutters in hushed tones, switching it up so that his hand is fully covering your mouth, suffocating you as he drags his cock along your warm velvety walls deliciously. Obviously you don’t want to get caught but right now the anticipation of what could happen is enough to make you clamp down around him, earning a hiss.

A noise that obviously catches the attention of whomever is next door to your cubicle since the unsuspecting gentleman speaks up “are you okay in there, man?” shit. It’s Ben. You feel a wave of shame wash over you as Johnny picks his pace up slowly “yeah, everything's fine” he chirps, as if he has all the time in the world to converse when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

“If you say so” Ben responds before flushing, washing his hands and then leaving the room. Now it’s just the two of you again. Johnny takes full advantage of the alone time by pushing you right up against the wall, your cheek squished against the tiles, his calloused hands splaying across your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart. Only so he can take a good look at the way he disappears into your tight chanel with ease.

“Doing so well baby, taking this cock like a fucking pro” he grunts, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling your head back with the help of his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp but keeping your whole body pressed into the wall.

Sinful moans escape your mouth and at this point you’re way past the point of caring or trying to be quiet. Unless someone walks in then you’re going to let go and revel in the feel of him. The way his body traps you in makes your clit pulsate, you love being manhandled and you always have but only by him.

Anyone that takes even so much as a look at Johnny, they think ‘player’ and they’d be right but they’d also think he’d never be the type of man to be as filthy as he is in reality. Not only has he got a foul mouth on him but he’s kinky not to mention skilful in more areas than one. Dick and tongue game on point as well as those magical digits of his and the way they dance across your sex both delicately and brutally all at the same time.

You’re certainly not complaining though. 

“Fuck, Johnny” your back arches even more so than it was before as you shakily cry out his name with the kind of want that only he can spur on “what is it baby?”

“Don’t stop, i’m so close” you whimper desperately.

His pace is now rendering on animalistic as he fucks you into the wall with such vigor, wanting nothing more than to feel you come undone all over his cock, something he’ll never grow tired of.

“Come on then baby, give it to me” he eggs you on, keeping one hand wrapped around your neck still, tightening as the seconds tick by whilst his other hand smacks down on your exposed ass cheek, making it wobble a little which earns him a satisfied hum.

The two of you go crazy with you pushing back to meet his thrusts and him spanking your ass, both of you hungry for that release.

All of a sudden though the blaring music coming from outside stops. Making you panic. Johnny on the other hand is so close to reaching his peak and he knows you are too, so he doesn’t bother to stop.

But you hear the faint laughs of the wedding guests before what sounds like the DJ addressing everyone. Fuck. This better not be the speeches. You had one planned and so did Johnny.

He continues to fuck into you, grunting, growling and panting in your ear, driving you closer and closer to that edge. You can feel the coil twisting and turning in your stomach, on the verge of snapping at any second and you don’t think you’ll be able to hold back the noises when it happens.

“Gonna make you cream all over this cock baby and best believe i’ll be filling this sweet cunt up with my cum”

You rest your hand over his around your neck as your whole body starts to shake. You clench around his cock some more and just as you can taste the orgasm, the addition of his fingers pressing down on your clit push you off the edge and your head drops back onto his shoulder. The music starts up again, allowing you to really enjoy this. Your mouth hangs open whilst you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you fall into a pit of ecstasy. You can feel your legs shaking and threatening to give way but luckily for you Johnny moves his hands to your waist, wrapping around you so he can hold you up whilst he comes close to reaching his own end.

“Fuckkkkk, squeezing me so good baby”

You do it again for good measure and sure enough, he twitches inside of you, his hot cum painting your walls just like he said and a fucked out spent smile forms on your face making him laugh when he sees.

He rides the two of you through your highs before his thrusts come to a halt and he slowly pulls out. He then grabs some tissues, dropping to his knees and pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit this time before cleaning you up. He can see that you’re struggling to stand so the second he’s done he rises to his feet, pulling you flush against him and then proceeding to push you up against the wall.

The two of you stare deep into each others eyes for a couple seconds, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to normalise your breathing. That was certainly an adventurous, dangerous and thrilling experience, one that you won’t be rushing to partake in again anytime soon. But it was amazing to say the least. The way he’s looking at you right now makes you want to throw caution to the wind and kiss him. So you do. You crash your lips to his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and as expected, he kisses back. His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you even closer if that’s even possible.

“What was that for?” he asks as you come up for air and you shrug, not even sure of what it was yourself. But all you know is you like him and this isn’t just some fling to you, some form of messing around until the two of you get bored. There is a genuine connection there, one that you can’t wait to explore some more.

“I don’t even know” you giggle, pecking his lips again.

Silence falls upon the two of you before he finally blurts out “go out with me” as if he’s telling you rather than asking.

“What?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Go out with me, on a date”

“I thought Johnny Storm didn’t do dates” you quip back, raising your brows with a smirk to match “i don’t but i’d like to try if it’s with you” and that alone warms your heart. The same heart that’s been crushed and broken so many times before and it’s almost like he’s mending it. Not that you’re complaining.

You take no longer than a second to think before you’re agreeing and kissing him some more. That’s when the music stops and you both look at each other.

He quickly zips up his pants, doing his belt up again and shrugging his jacket back on before turning back to you. With you both now looking decent again, you get him to check your makeup, he wipes the stray bits of mascara that smudged before kissing your forehead.

He lets you leave first whilst he waits an appropriate 2 minutes before he heads out too. No one suspected a thing and now it’s time for the speeches.

This is definitely going to be a wedding to remember...

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A depressed MC asks Belphegor to kill them once again.

Warning: SO MUCH ANGST. Hurt. Comfort. Mentions of death and suicide triggers. Mild NSFW

Forgive You -

Belphie X Gn! Reader

You stand ominously at the foot of his bed. You watch him as he sleeps peacefully. How sad you'd have to break his sleep this way. But it was now or never. It was after ages that you finally found Belphie sleeping alone, without Beel.

You reach for his hair, softly brushing it over so you could see both his eyes. You smile sadly.

"Ah you're so beautiful, I can't help liking you. If only you didn't hate me so much..." You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

You shake his shoulder, pushing and pulling gently. You calm yourself. Today his hatred towards you has a purpose. Today it is exactly what you need.

"Belphie.. wake up...wake up please." You called urgently. Belphie lets out a few grunts and groans in protest but stirs eventually, fluttering his eyes open. "Why are you up this late MC? Can't sleep? Come here I'll cuddle you."

He reaches out to you with his arms open. You let out an acidic chuckle. So very reminiscent of the first time he hugged you and what it lead to.

You take his offer and slide under his covers, pressing your body against his. "Better?" He asks, smiling with half lidded eyes.

"Almost." you reply, grabbing his hand and placing it around your neck.

"MC...what are you doing?" Belphie asks, trying to pull his hand away. You tighten his fingers harder around your throat.

"Do it again, Belphie. Just like last time." Your demand sounds almost like a plea. He is wide awake now. Swiftly pulling his hand away from your neck and towering over you instead.

"What is wrong with you, MC?" Belphie says grabbing your hands which try to reach for his and pinning them down next to your head.

"You don't have to be guilty. I'm not Lilith...I never was. I'm one of the humans that you wanted to destroy." Your eyes sting as you struggle to get the words out. "I don't know about the rest of humanity but...it's okay if you hurt me. I don't want to live anyway."

Belphie stared wide eyed and dazed as tears started trickling down your eyes. "MC...no-"

"I'M NOT HER! AND IF YOU LIKE ME JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M HER I'D RATHER DIE, BELPHIE! I'D RATHER DIE THAN BE LOVED AS SOMEONE AS ELSE! I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING TO BE FINE! I'M TIRED OF BEING OF THOUGHT OF AS HER!" You let out in a scream. Then you turn your head towards his pillow and muffle your wailing cries.

"MC stop it." Belphie tightens his grip on your wrists.

"Please kill me Belphie. Kill me for good so Barbatos won't bring me back again." You start again, your head dizzy and your face burning in agony.

"MC stop."

"I've tried to do it myself...but I'm too afraid. I can't go through with it. You have to do it...Do it Belphie. Kill me... I'll die happy if it's you. I always dreamed of dying in the arms of someone I loved..." You cough and choke as you cry some more, squeezing your eyes shut, struggling to get his hand on your neck again.

"MC STOP IT!" Belphie screamed. Your eyes flew open, staring at his trembling form above you. That's the loudest you've ever heard him. He let go of your hands and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up into his lap.

His body trembles and shakes against yours. "Belphie...?" You ask, calming yourself. Then you hear his sobs. He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel hot tears seeping into shirt.

"B-Belphie...are you crying..." You ask, trying to pull away to look at him. He resists and pulls you closer, holding onto you for dear life. You hold him, and let him hold you.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...MC." He gasped for air between sobs. "I don't hate you. I don't think of you as her anymore. I stopped long time ago."

"Belphie..."

"No it's my fault you feel this way. I never apologized to you, did I? Beel even told me to...but I thought it was too late. I thought maybe it would bring up bad memories. I didn't want to hurt you again..."

You stay quiet and listen in shock as he lets everything out.

"I thought if I held you and spent more time with you, maybe over time you'd forget that day. I could replace the bad memories with good ones... but I couldn't. I made you suffer when I only wanted to fix things."

Belphie pulled away and held your face, touching your forehead with his. "I always wanted to hear you say you love me...but not like this. How could say this? How could you ask me to kill you right after you said you loved me?"

His eyes looked pained and sore. Did he always have this side to him?

"I- I'm sorry Belphie..." You run your hand through his hair soothingly. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips onto yours. You fall back as he lets himself fall on top of you.

"I love you too, MC. I love you for who YOU are. And I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner." He whispers before pressing more kisses onto your parted lips and trails down to your neck. You gasp and grab his hair.

His hands down your sides and leaving loving touches everywhere. You felt both of your heartbeats rising and syncing.

"Belphie...what are you-"

"I'll fix it today. If you've been hurting all this time...let me make it better." He said pressing more kisses down to your chest. "We don't have to sleep tonight. I'm sure we can skip one day of school."

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double trouble. spencer reid.

4.8k words.

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where y/n pulls the short straw and has to double up with spencer.

There is a chart within the BAU: a solid, concise graph that portrays, arguably the most, vital information within the FBI. Intricately designed, Garcia and Y/N had managed to construct a comprehensible guide to who in the team was the most pleasant to share a room with. At first it was a joke, originated from a slow day of nothing but paperwork Y/N had spent in Garcia's lair. Conversations arose, and soon after so did the chart.

It's built up on categories such as conversation, tidiness, sleeping conditions and even hygiene. There are ten available points per category, and Emily loses said ten points for sleeping conditions because her snores can be heard from China. The points are the basis of the game, essential in order to rank the team individually and compile them into a list of favourability. Spencer is at the bottom of that list.

"I don't get it, I'm a delight," Spencer argued, strolling alongside Morgan up the small flight of stairs to the BAU room. Another case had forced them to prepare for the jet in 30 minutes, but Hotch and the rest of the team had very different perspectives on preparation. Especially after what he said when they entered the room.

"Okay, before we start you should know I called ahead to book a hotel and they had limited rooms. We all have one but you're going to have to double up."

Y/N had never seen an American Western movie before, but she imagined that the cliché standoff looked a lot like what happened in the BAU room subsequent to that announcement. Those that had been sitting launched to their feet, uncaring to the chairs rolling free behind them. If someone was holding something it dropped onto the table, or even the floor. Communication faltered, and all anyone dared to do was stare at each other.

When Hotch looked up from his file, he had to do a double take because of the drastic change in atmosphere. His team were all standing metres apart; Y/N had a hand over her gun.

"I think we all know what this calls for," she said.

"Get it," Morgan gestured to the back of the room. Y/N's movement caused a surge of motion as everyone sat at the table attentively. Hotch tried to turn the attention back to the screen with the crime scene photos, but even JJ was more focused on the whiteboard rolling into the room.

Y/N stood by it's side, and on her way forced Hotch into a seat. She grabbed the top corner and flipped it over to reveal the coloured array of pie charts, bullet-points and bar charts.

"I still don't see why this is necessary," Spencer whined from the back of the room.

"I don't see why you've obviously spent more time and effort on this than any of your cases," Hotch added.

"Okay, you two are just jealous because you're at the bottom of the list," Y/N snarked, then addressed the team. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, in holy matrimony, to judge your fellow coworkers and deem who is the least likeable. Spoiler alert: it's Spencer."

At this, the aforementioned agent threw his pen directly at Y/N's head. She shrieked, then turned to him with a glare as she tried to untangle it from her hair. He laughed wholeheartedly, and the team snickered not only at Spencer's attack but the way they were so obviously and obliviously in love with each other.

"This chart makes no sense! I mean, how do I only have five points for hygiene? We all know I'm the cleanest out of everyone here."

"I agree with you Spencer," Y/N said, "your hygiene is at a ten point standard but unfortunately people don’t want to compete with said ten point standard, so that loses you five points, gorgeous.”

Spencer didn't reply (only sulked into his seat), half because he's shocked by the injustice of the chart and the other half because he's shocked Y/N just called him gorgeous.

"Alright! The hat, please," She exclaimed, enticing Spencer from his trance. Garcia presented the fedora over the table, and Y/N began talking immediately when she saw Hotch's mouth open in objection because were they really using the fedora from the unsub they caught last week?

Only four people took turns in picking names out of the hat; ever since in incident in '04 where lack of coordination made for everyone picking a name of someone who had already picked someone else. It resulted in a few brawls when Morgan wouldn't budge from his choice of Garcia even though his name had been pulled by Reid.

It never took them long to pick names out of desperation, considering the name-picking determined how the next 24 + hours were going to go. So when Y/N picked out Spencer's name, no one blamed her when she practically collapsed to the floor.

"That's karma," Spencer said upon her unraveling.

"I thought you didn't believe in karma," she sneered, stomping back onto her feet.

"In situations like these it seems to be the only viable explanation."

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him on her way out of the room, muttering under her breath that she'll be briefed when she's aboard, because she needed a moment alone for a pep-talk on how murdering your colleague apparently isn't socially acceptable.

On her way out, faintly in the background, Morgan caught sight of Emily and JJ fist-bumping victoriously, and realised that Y/N's demise more than certainly involved some foul play. Oh well, he thought, it'll make for good entertainment.

———

"Science shows us that we feel more personally connected with people who have similar postures, vocal rhythms, facial expressions and even eye blinking. If you consciously sync these factors your brain activity could follow, resulting in what many people call 'clicking' wi-"

"I cannot believe you asked me why you lost seven points for conversation and then followed with that."

"What? What's wrong with science?"

"Oh, Spence, you're so gorgeous but so oblivious," Y/N sighed, exhausted from a mixture of jet lag and Spencer's enthusiastic take on the science of conversation. They had only just stepped foot in the room, and she was already drained from the mere thought of having to bunk with him for the next however many hours.

Y/N is quick to throw her things down as soon as they enter the room. She dumps her suitcase by the door and launches a few more things on the cabinets around her, then tries to ignore Spencer's sounds of distaste as she does this. She's frankly too tired to care, and jumps onto the bed without thinking; she's so enervated she doesn't even realise there's only the one bed.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Spencer suddenly asks despite the silence that passed and the obvious fact that Y/N is trying to get some shut eye.

All he receives is an incomprehensible mumble from under the pillows, but he takes it as a response anyway.

"Why do you keep, uh, keep calling me 'gorgeous' I mean, I'm not, uh..." he stammers, fidgeting with the room key in his hands while he stands in front of the wardrobe to make it seem like he's doing something and doesn't care as much as he does.

"I'd say it's pretty self explanatory."

He senses the fatigue in her voice, so just leaves it with a shrug of his shoulders and a content smile, then goes to organising his array of sweater vests onto the hangers. When he's done with this, he turns around to make himself a coffee; taking a different approach to the jet lag than Y/N.

At the thought of her, he looks up to see her sprawled out across the bed. She's clutching onto a pillow and seems so relaxed that Spencer has to look away for a moment because he's more than certain he shouldn't be seeing a coworker like this. Nevertheless, he smiles upon her peaceful ambience, and hopes the boiling kettle doesn't disturb her too much.

When it's done brewing, Spencer sips the coffee cautiously and strides over to a small chair in the corner of the room. Here, Y/N's slumped figure is directly in his view, so he can't help but see her so casually on the bed. Wait, the bed... oh shit.

He knows that the chances of him getting the bed are slim. For one, Y/N's pretty much already claimed that territory, and, even if she hadn't, Spencer knew she'd put up one hell of a fight for it. He only hoped there were some extra blankets and pillows that could aid in making the floor at least somewhat comfortable.

"So, uh, Rock Paper Scissors for the bed?" He asks, then slurps his coffee. His voice rouses Y/N for a moment, and he's sure she's dozed back off again until his words sink in and she turns around to him with bleary eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"One bed. Two people," he says nervously and gestures to the space between them.

And it takes Y/N a moment. She looks from Spencer to the bed, then stares at the pillows for a long while, then she looks at Spencer again, then the bed. Then, she lets out a blood-curdling cry so loud that Reid has to cover his ears.

"Why!" She screams, slamming her hands down on the mattress. Spencer can't help but laugh, snickering behind his hand which only infuriates Y/N more.

"Okay, okay!" He moves to calm her down when he can practically see the steam coming out of her ears, "rock paper scissors, come on."

"Oh, I don't want to do that, Spence," she whines.

"Why? 'Cause you know you'll lose?" With his patronisation he raises an eyebrow at her when he approaches the end of the bed, his fist already raised. His condescension makes Y/N irrefutably stubborn, and she knows he's doing it on purpose -because he always does- but she doesn't care when it means she has a chance to beat Spencer at something.

"Fine," she grumbles. She sweeps the hair from her face and sits up straight, shuffling to the end of the bed and letting her legs dangle down; they brush against Spencer's own and he clears his throat amid the contact.

The slap of her fist against her palm indicates the beginning of the game. Y/N knows that she's unlikely to win, because Spencer is bound to have calculated some sure-fire plan to succeed in every round of Rock Paper Scissors.

This is why, when Spencer pulls paper and she pulls scissors, she screams in delight.

"No," Spencer says bluntly, then demands, "best out of three."

"Oh no," she chuckles, "it's never been that way before, it isn't now, gorgeous."

Spencer throws his head back in a groan, kneeling on the floor in defeat. He stays there because he figures he ought to become acquainted with it.

———

When nighttime rolls around, Y/N is pretty excited. She's already texted the BAU group chat a record seventeen times about the matter, yet somehow the team hasn't gotten sick of it thus far, and may even be more exhilarated than she is. It's the one good thing to come out of sharing a room with Spencer: that she gets to watch him wiggle in discomfort on his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows on the floor.

Except, when it comes down to it, it isn't that fun at all.

He's wriggling, yes, but it's doesn't exactly fulfil her with any satisfaction; if anything, it's just sad. He struggles to reach any form, never mind pinnacle, of relaxation, and Y/N actually feels pretty guilty at the subordination. So when the clock hits midnight and she's still hearing Spencer grunting when he hits a certain incessant bump in the carpet, she gives in and sits up.

Upon the sudden sound of bedsheets rustling, Spencer freezes because he thinks he's going to get shouted at, but it's the opposite that scares him even more.

"Do you want to get in bed?" Her voice sounds, the hush penetrating through the air.

Immediately Spencer rises; he wants nothing more than to take her up on her offer, but he is, unfortunately, chivalrous.

"No, no, it's okay," he whispers back, already delving back under his covers.

"Spencer. Just take the bed, I can't sleep with you tossing and turning," she says, hoping the complaint will cover up her caring behaviour.

"Be careful, Y/L/N, it almost sounds like you care."

"Shut up, do you want the bed or not?"

"I do but, unlike you, I'm actually a good person and wouldn't want to see you lying on the floor-"

"Uh, I'm offering you the bed, aren't I? That's gotta earn me some brownie points," she remarked, now having turned on a lamp. "Besides, if you're that bothered about it, we'll just share."

This makes Spencer stop: his torso is turned abnormally in his angle to see Y/N behind him, the blankets feebly draping across him show the Doctor Who shirt he's wearing, and his hair is a tousled mess that Y/N just knows will take him hours to fix in the morning. Well, that was tomorrow's problem, she contemplated, right now the issue lied in who, if either of them, was going to sleep on the floor.

"Uh, share? You.. uh, you really wanna do that?"

"As long as you don't snore, or kick; whats the harm?"

Spencer avoids dumping information about the harm of them sleeping together: how this kind of physical contact releases oxytocin, a chemical compound in the brain that exhibits feelings of empathy, trust, relaxation and even reduces anxiety. He saves her this because it's just past midnight and he doubts she wants to hear about the scientific risk of them growing to like each other.

"Oh, okay," he agrees instead. He clambers up from his pile of blankets and clutches a pillow to his chest while he stumbles over. Y/N shuffles to one side and pulls the duvet back, and he's more than happy to get under warm, comfy sheets.

"Let me just make something clear," Y/N says while Spencer adjusts into the pillows. He doesn't do this for long because one is snatched from under his head. When he moves to object, he sees it being planted next to his arm, creating a definite border between them.

"Your side, my side," Y/N says sternly, "that clear?"

"Crystal."

———

It's around three am when Y/N stirs awake. At first she can't grasp what's roused her, but then she hears a noise, and assumes there's got to be some construction going on outside because what she hears is alike to the humming of machinery. When she gains a reasonable amount of consciousness, she realises the sound is a bit too close to home.

Her hand reaches out across the bed, and when she accidentally whacks Spencer on the chest, she worries she's awoken him, until the noise starts again and it's here she discovers it's coming from him.

Oh shit, she thinks, please don't tell me my co-worker is having a sex dream while I'm lying right next to him.

He isn't, but Y/N isn't sure the reality is any better.

The moaning sound he first emitted has progressed into some sort of panicked grunt, accompanied by occasional whines. Soon, his body is flinching away from an invisible force.

Y/N knows it's probably best to leave it, that if she wakes him up he might be too confused and scared, he'll be disoriented, but when he starts screaming, she doesn't have anything else to resort to.

"Spence, Spencer! Wake up, hey," she shakes him, and he's awake in seconds. Sitting up straight, Y/N sees him hitting things that aren't there; it's only when she turns the light on that he eventually calms down.

"I'm sorry," he croaks immediately. Then his head is in his hands as he leans on his knees, and Y/N is overcome with a feeling completely foreign to her in regard to Spencer: empathy.

"Don't be, it-... it's okay," her voice takes a calm turn, and she even puts a hand on his back because anything that happens after three am is as good as forgotten anyway.

"You were right, I'm sorry," Spencer mutters. "This'll lose me ten points for sleeping conditions, huh?"

His attempt at cracking a joke does make Y/N smile, but even he can tell it's one of pity.

"Don't be silly. Do you want to, uh, talk about it?"

"I just wanna sleep," he sighs, and falls back into the pillows. Y/N creases her brows in sympathy, then lies down next to him; she stares at the ceiling for a while, and the steadying of Spencer's breathing makes her think he fell asleep a while ago, so she leans to turn off the lamp before his voice breaks the silence.

"Can you keep the light on?"

His sudden ask makes Y/N jump, but she steadies under the softness of Spencer's voice. When she turns to him his eyes are barely open, but he can see the benevolent smile she's giving him; something he rarely sees from Y/N.

"Of course," she says, then lies back down into the indent she's made in the bed.

"Thanks," he replies, and Y/N notices this is the least she's ever heard Spencer talk.

"You know," she starts, "it's not silly to be afraid of the dark; it's basic human instinct. I mean, it's evolution: humans have a... a tendency to be afraid of the dark, our visual sense vanishes and we can't detect anything around us. It's primal instinct, or... something, I guess."

At the end of her ramble, she's afraid she's sent Spencer to sleep, because he's gone uncharacteristically placid, but -yet again- he surprises her.

"Now who's losing points for conversation?"

Y/N's laugh after this is so hearty and genuine that Spencer can't help but smile, grin even. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and Y/N feels the mattress shake under their collaboration of laughter, when it dies down they're both still beaming.

"Maybe I've been hanging around you too much," she declares. It's a jab, but her cheek rests against the pillow when she turns her head to him because her smile is so wide, and Spencer reciprocates; the act is unfamiliar to the pair, but warming nonetheless.

When it goes silent, Y/N doesn't expect to sleep at all. The Pavlov affect of the light being on tricks her brain into thinking she should be wide awake (something she learnt from Spencer), so she lies there patiently; hands intertwined resting on her chest. She twiddles her thumbs, almost as if she's waiting for something to happen.

"I'm sorry you have nightmares," she mutters.

Spencer's eyes flutter open, and she goes to make another apology, this time for waking him, but he clears his throat so she lets him take the lead.

"S'Not your fault, I just, I don't know. I get these dreams, these weird dreams - ever since I was a kid. I guess they just... developed into nightmares since I joined the BAU," he mumbles. "We see some pretty bad stuff."

Y/N hums, "we do, don't we?"

Her speech doesn't warrant a response, so Spencer just smiles again and they both silently call it a night. Reid is asleep in seconds, which Y/N finds admirable, while she stays still for a while. The way the orange light is bouncing off Spencer's physique makes him look like he's centre stage of an oil painting. The detail she's gaining of his pores and his eyelashes from being so close to him is both daunting and beautiful at the same time. His resting body reminds her of the pieces on display in an art exhibit Spencer dragged her along to one day last autumn. She wonders if he took anyone else to that exhibit, and hopes he didn't.

She soundlessly admires the rise of his chest: the melody of his breathing amid the chagrin of an occasional nose whistle. His hair, once a foreseeable inconvenience, is now an abundance of, what Y/N can only describe as, natural radiance; it's all curls and frizz and length that she's begged him to never lay a hand on. She can't help but run a hand through it. When she does, it's a lot softer than she expected and makes her think, wow I've really got to find out what conditioner he is using while she's untangling any knots she comes across. It only results in more frizz but he'll gel it back with product in the morning (much to Y/N's disappointment).

The noise he exudes when Y/N scratches his scalp makes her heart melt immediately. It is the sound of innocence wrapped up in a ball of revere, the way it comes from his chest and catches in the back of his throat in a small, naive whine. Then he subconsciously curls into her hold and is practically purring when she continues to scrape her fingernails gently across his head.

The ambivalence of it all is what makes Y/N stop. Spencer Reid isn't the kind of guy she ever anticipated to have a crush on. He didn't fit into the pattern of her list of exes, not even one feature of him came close to anything of her usual type. Where she'd normally be taken to movies and dinners, Spencer ventured with her to museums, public symposiums, art exhibits. Y/N can't resist fondly reminiscing on a library trip they took last week that resulted in them checking out each of their favourite books for one another. And while, on paper, this was romantic and harmonious, they were strictly platonic. Barely that; they took the piss out of each other at every opportunity, not even always as a joke. Y/N had collapsed in sorrow when she pulled his name out of the hat.

But the smile on Spencer's face... his serene expression and soft hair makes Y/N's knees weak for a totally different reason. And she figures this feeling trumps whatever feigned resentment she has been portraying over the years.

Fine, she thought, stubborn as always when it came to Spencer, I'll tell him when he wakes up. She began to bask in the peace that came before whatever storm could potentially riot tomorrow when she told Spencer how she felt. She guessed she had at least a few hours to relish in their friendship and the love they had built.

She guessed wrong.

Spencer's eyes were fluttering open before Y/N had even began conjuring up what she was going to say. Unfortunately, when she made a plan she stuck to it; she was beginning to see why her stubbornness could be such an unattractive quality.

Spencer squinted harshly with the light, and the first thing he managed to see clearly was the discreet panic in Y/N's eyes. He took a quick survey of the room to eliminate what visible factors that could reason her alarm; when he ruled out any unsub with a gun to her head, he relaxed.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked to the window, and it didn't seem to be daylight yet.

"Haven't you been to sleep?" He asked, more than prepared to educate her in the necessities of getting a good night's rest.

"Not yet. You've only been out a few minutes," she said softly, retracting her hand from his locks. Here, Spencer realised he didn't like the feeling of Y/N's absence.

"Oh," he hummed, "I was dreaming. I think Darth Vader was there..."

Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, "of course he was."

Spencer seemed willing to remain awake, but time was limited and Y/N wasn't sure when he'd be dozing off again. So, she made her move.

"Listen, I wasn't going to say anything until morning but, you're awake so I may as well tell you now..."

He's visibly intrigued; with a quirked eyebrow and digging the knuckle-joint of his finger in a rubbing motion in the corner of his eye to try and gain some sense of vivacity. Still, all he can respond with is a drone.

"And I don't want this to, I don't know, freak you out? Or to make anything awkward, so if it does, we can just... pretend this never happened, okay? I mean it."

This manages to obtain Y/N the attention she needs, because, without delay, Spencer has both eyes open and his eyebrows are knitted together in mostly concern. Now, with his eager expression, Y/N wishes he had stayed nonchalant.

"What's wrong?"

"I just... I guess. I mean, I like you? I think? I know, really. I just - you're not like any other guy, and I like that, that's a good thing! I mean, what other guy knows how to build a rocket and make a coin appear behind your ear?"

Spencer chuckles, and his eyes are wide and bright like he's been suddenly granted passage to a whole new world. Mouth agape with wonder, he's like a child being told he can finally play on the big-kid swings: buzzing with excitement and anticipation, just like said rockets he launches and gets in trouble with Hotch for.

"You mean like this?" He asks and leans forward to brandish a dime from behind Y/N's earlobe.

"Okay, like, who does that!" She screeches way too loudly for three am. When she clasps a hand over her mouth Spencer chortles and slowly removes her grasp. He's timid, so initially only presses a chaste kiss to her knuckles, then feels the ambience in the room shift; suddenly everything has devolved from blushing antics and stumbles of words to serenity in a matter of seconds.  

Spencer's pecks adhere to Y/N's hands, lingering on the skin of her knuckles and occasionally peppering to her palms. It isn't until a few kisses later that he brings himself to move closer, and even here his courage only brings him to her cheek.

When the corner of his lips press lustfully upon her face, Y/N doesn't hesitate in turning her head ever so slightly. His lips part, and he breaks away to glance at her and make sure this isn't all one big misunderstanding. But her gaze is matched to his mouth, and soon her lips. In a fumble to close the (already compact) space between them, the kiss they share is warm and breathy, it's passionate and lewd, especially with the arrangement in which Spencer places his hands: cupping one side of her face and the placing the other at her neck so he can rest his fingertips in the hold atop Y/N's spine.

Wherever his fingers touch leaves a trail of goosebumps which Y/N hopes never diminish; she wants every piece of evidence she can muster of Spencer's caresses, however this changes when Spencer's lips begin on the formidable task of her neck.

"Stop," she pants, and the hands that had inevitably reached his hair again are now pushing slightly on his shoulders. Her request makes Spencer drop his hands immediately.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't. It was nice. I just, I don't want everyone to see," she gestured to the red patch that had already formed above her clavicle where Spencer had only been nibbling a moment prior.

"Right, yeah," he breathed. A giddy smile forced its way onto his face when he looked at the way Y/N's lips had reddened and become swollen, especially her bottom (now essentially permanent) pout originated from the persistence of Spencer's tendency to drag his teeth along her lip and enclose it in a bite.

"You know, I predicted this would happen. Scientifically, people are a lot more likely to be attracted to one another after sleeping together. Subconsciously, we feel more capable in our ability to trust that person because we've been so vulnerable and open in a compromising position. The oxytocin we get from sharing physical contact like that is the same we produce in an orgasm."

"Oh," Y/N squeaked, while Spencer lay there with a proud smile on his face, not really registering the effect he'd had on her by using the word 'orgasm'.

"Oxytocin is heavily released during kissing too, so... I guess we're pretty bonded."

Y/N chuckled, smiling at his blushed cheeks. "I guess we are."

"It's, uh, it's actually also called the 'cuddle hormone' because it's primarily recognised as being released during hugging.”

"And that's your way of asking me if I want to cuddle?"

Spencer's smile was unmissable: shifting nervously between tight-lipped and beaming wide, his eyes were the only part of his countenance that stilled; locked on Y/N.

"Yes, I, uh, I believe it is."

She tried to suppress her grin, but it was no use.

"Big spoon or little spoon?" She asked.

"Oh, little spoon... obviously."

fin.

[mcufox123]

Would you maybe? I don't know

Modern AU WandaxFemReader

Summary: Reader is confused by liking Wanda.

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing

A/N: This is a fun little piece. The group is mentioned but the main focus is the reader. Any suggestions please let me know!

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS!

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You are a nurse working in Boston. You had moved here right after graduating college and besides working you spend a lot of time with your very close-knit group of friends. The group started with you and Nat who moved into your apartments. A couple weeks after moving in you were at a bar and Nat tried to hit on Steve. He turned out to already have a boyfriend, however, named Bucky. Soon enough it was the 4 of you. Steve was a veteran and worked with other veterans and soon introduced everyone to Sam who brought along his friend from college Tony. Carol and Wanda were next to join they happened to be your next-door neighbors. Carol came over to complain about the noise you and your friends were making, and Wanda came over with apology cookies, that is how your friendship started. Tony also brought along Bruce who was friends with Thor. Clint, Nat’s childhood friend also moved to Boston for his job who also brought his roommate T’Challa. Your group expanded over the course of a year. And now 3 years in you all spent a majority of your time at your apartment.

Nat and Bruce had just started a new relationship and it was nauseating to you. They were often cuddled on the couch when you came home and were definitely not quiet in the bedroom. Living there started to interfere with your sleep schedule. One day while Nat and Bruce were out Wanda and Carol came over to hangout.

“Maybe you should just tell them to shut up?” Carol told you as Wanda and her listened to you whine about your predicament.

“But Nat is finally happy. It took her so long to be this happy, I'm not going to whine to her about it just yet.” You said trying to compartmentalize your thoughts in your head.

“That’s so kind of you Y/N, but what about you? What makes you happy?” Wanda asked in a sweet tone. You and Wanda had grown closer as Nat was preoccupied. You both spent many nights cooking dinner together and cuddling up on the couch watching tv shows, most the time falling asleep on each other. You had a soft spot for her. You considered it to be more than a friendship, but you had never been with a girl to make it more than a thought.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right I’ll talk to her, thanks guys.” Just then Nat comes through the door with a very drunk Bruce.

“Hey guys! Let me just put him to bed then I’m all in for the girl’s night!” Nat said while escorting Bruce to her bedroom.

You opened up another bottle of wine and as soon as she came out, she pulled up a stool to contribute to the conversation. The 4 of you gossiped about almost everyone in the group, company excluded. You talked about Tony’s new girlfriend Pepper and what she started bringing to the group, which was mostly keeping Tony in check. You talked about T’Challa and his advancements in his job and hoping that he didn’t move because of it. You talked about when you think Clint was going to propose to his long-term girlfriend Laura.

“Alright I'm making a group chat without Clint and Laura to take a pool for when he’ll pop the question. $1 buy in.” You sent the text to all of your friends and soon your phone was blowing up.

“Ya know, I don’t know why but you sending that text reminded me of this one time in college when I was at a party and we were playing truth or dare, and I got dared to send a text to our professor saying that I believed that I was a giraffe. He recommended that I seek help.” Carol said wiping her eyes as she laughed. You all stared at her in confusion. The comment being from out of nowhere.

“That’s really a great story, you should tell everyone at movie night.” Nat said sarcastically.

“Hey now, let’s all just get along. Carol that was a random story, Nat she should tell everyone she is a giraffe when she wants.” Wanda let out in an almost serious tone.

“Yeah,” you said backing up Wanda. The night went on a little longer with now 4 empty bottles of wine and a very tipsy group of friends.

“Hey, I have an idea, let’s play truth or dare.” Nat said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Now why would we do that?” you ask very annoyed. You guys weren’t in college anymore and you had nightmares about the game. You knew the idea was only in her head because of the giraffe story.

“Because it’s fun,” Carol chimed in.

“Thank you, Carol. Now let’s start I’ll go first. Carol truth or dare?” Nat said.

“Dare!”

“I dare you to go flash our neighbors.” Nat said. Carol was not even hesitant, she got up walked to the window and lifted her shirt to flash the outside world, before walking back like she had just accomplished a huge task. You rolled your eyes as the game continued.

The game continued with a few more rounds all being very stupid tasks. Nat was currently in the room with Bruce giving him a lap dance with the door closed. She walked out with her hair a mess.

“Ok my turn. Y/N truth or dare?” She asked fixing herself back on her seat. You were very tipsy by this point.

“Dare!” you said very enthusiastically. You were not prepared for the task you were asked to do.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.” You froze. The obvious choice was Wanda, but you couldn’t do that. Could you? You for sure weren’t going to kiss Nat because that’s weird, and you always secretly disliked Carol so that was out of the question. The only logical choice was Wanda. You hesitantly leaned over to give Wanda a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away you saw her cheeks were as red as tomatoes causing you to also start to blush.

“Boo that wasn’t even a kiss.” Nat groaned on.

“Yes, it was. You never specified what kind of kiss it had to be!” you counteracted Nat.

“I thought you would just assume it was a kiss kiss like on the lips like an actual kiss.” She argued back. Carol and Wanda just kept looking at the two of you unsure of what was happening.

“You want a kiss kiss? I will give you a kiss kiss.” You turned to Wanda and put your lips on hers with all of the liquid courage you had built up. You heard her gasp at the action but soon was reciprocating the kiss. Her lips were so soft and perfect, and you felt electrical shocks go throughout your body at the interaction. Your lips moved in perfect sync with each other. You only pulled away when you heard Carol wolf whistle at the two of you.

You felt embarrassed as your cheeks started to turn red. Wanda just looked at you stunned by the action. There was an awkward silence before you spoke up. “Wanda I’m sorry that was, that was,” you couldn’t find the right words. “Ya know what it’s pretty late and I’m getting sleepy I’m going to head to bed.” You said not looking at anyone in particular. You stood up and walked to your room.

“Y/N wait.” You heard Wanda say behind you, you just shut the door behind you and locked the door crawling into bed.

The next morning you woke up and walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. Nat was already out there, and you saw waffles, pancakes, sausage, bacon, toast and eggs all spread out on the table. You ignored all of that and simply walked to the coffee pot.

“I made you breakfast, also there is freshly squeezed orange juice, with no pulp.” She said pouring you a glass. You didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead grabbed the box of cheerios from the cabinet with your coffee and heading back to your room. Before you could close the door Nat put her foot in the door.

“Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about last night I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just I thought you both liked each other, and I figured I’d give you a little nudge ya know? Be a good friend?” She said while you continued to walk to your bed and get your laptop out to watch Netflix.

“Ok well you were wrong. I don’t know what to tell you.” You said trying to convince yourself more. In all honesty you haven’t stopped thinking about the kiss. You had thought about Wanda’s lips from the moment they left yours. And the way that she kissed you back. That had to mean something right? Like maybe she felt the same way for you. But you weren’t sure you liked girls. But maybe you did? Maybe Wanda could be your girlfriend. That was weird for you to even think about having a girlfriend. You were so confused.

Nat saw your internal turmoil by look on your face. “What’s wrong Y/N?” she asked concern clear on her face.

“I never liked a girl before.” You said staring at your hands. You couldn’t even look her in the eye. You were so scared saying it out loud. But it was true and now you felt like you did like a girl. A very specific girl, who had beautiful reddish hair and green eyes that pierced your soul. She had the best laugh where her nose would scrunch up and she always tried to make everyone feel better.

“Y/N, its ok. You are allowed to like girls, especially ones who make you happy. You’re allowed to like Wanda as more than a friend. A friend would not kiss another friend on a dare the way you kissed Wanda last night.” She said rubbing your back.

“I know I just, she’s just, and I'm just.” You tried to explain failing to find the words.

“Talk to her, let her know. She’s a pretty understanding person and I think she could help you.” Nat said before giving your arm one last squeeze. “Also come eat my breakfast, I cooked too much food.” She said while getting up and moving to the door.

“Can you bring it to me please? I'm super comfy right now.” You asked with pleading eyes.

“Yeah sure.” She said while walking out of the door to get you breakfast.

You spent a lot of time that day writing in your journal and watching tv, the perfect lazy day. You didn’t see much of your friends that week. You took on more shifts at the hospital and stayed in on call rooms to avoid thinking about your friend who you couldn’t keep out of your head. You thought if you just stayed away, it would all go away and be ok.

You came home one day exhausted and just went right to bed. When you woke up you opened your door to go to the kitchen, but you stopped as your eyes landed on a specific pair of green eyes staring back at you. You were frozen in your spot. The person you had tried to get out of your head was now sitting on the couch in your house. “Want to watch a movie?” She asked like nothing had happened. Like everything that happened that one night didn’t happen. It frustrated you that she was so calm about all of this while you were losing sleep. You continued to walk to the kitchen to get food before answering.

“Sure, you want any snacks?” you asked her.

“Yes please! Can I have some popcorn?” you started to get the popcorn out and put it in the microwave and then went to get out a bowl to put it in. There was a silence that came again and stayed there. The only sound was the kernels popping in the microwave. You looked at your hands while you could feel Wanda staring at you.

When the popcorn was finished you dumped the bag in the bowl and walked over to give it to Wanda who was sitting on the couch. You would usually sit on the same couch as her but tonight decided to opt for the love seat. You didn’t even look at her, but Wanda had a frown at your choice of seats. You kept your eyes trained on the tv waiting for the movie to start but it never did.

“What is it Y/N? Why are you in such a mood?” she asked.

“I’m not in a mood. Why do you say that?” you asked her, knowing it was stupid because you were in a mood and she could read you better than anyone, even Nat.

“Yes, you are. If you weren’t in a mood, I would’ve seen you this week. If you weren’t in a mood, you would tell me all about work and how crazy it is, and we wouldn’t even get to start the movie. If you weren’t in a mood, you would be sitting on this couch with me probably with your feet draped over my legs. Why aren’t you sitting with me?” She was aggravated you could tell but you didn’t know how to answer that.

“I don’t know.” You said which only made her get up and start pacing in frustration.

“God, Y/N, you’re so frustrating just say it we all know why you’re in a mood.” She said now standing directly in front of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It seems like you know why I am in a mood more than I do so tell me why.” You said to her not having the courage for the words that needed to be said. You quickly regretted saying that. She climbed onto your lap, so her eyes were directly in front of yours. She put her arms around your shoulders so there was no way to escape. You suddenly couldn’t focus on anything other than how close your faces were.

“You do know Y/N. It’s because there is something here, with you and me. That kiss that we shared was incredible and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, or you. So why are you pushing me away.” You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I never kissed a girl before, and I just didn’t know I could feel this way about someone until we kissed. And I just wasn’t sure if it was ok for you.” You said giving her the basic train of your thoughts.

“You weren’t sure if it was ok for me? Did I not communicate that enough in the kiss or do I have to show you how ok it was for me?” she asked. You sat there frozen as she leaned in and put her lips on yours again not even waiting for permission. You tensed up at first, but after a second you were quick to reciprocate how right this felt for you too. Her hands were playing with your hair and yours on instinct went to her hips trying to pull her closer.

She pulled away when you did that. “I thought you weren’t sure Y/N? Do we have to keep figuring this out?” she asked while pretending to make a confused face.

“Yeah, I think we can keep figuring this out.” You said while leaning up to kiss her again. She pulled back again though.

“Are you sure you’re, ok? We don’t have to do anything. I’m ok with taking this slow.” She said looking at you, reading your face for any signs of being uncomfortable.

“I just really want to kiss you again.” This time you spoke the truth.

“Then kiss me.” You didn’t even hesitate leaning in again, placing your lips on hers. It quickly got heated as she pushed you back further onto the couch. You didn’t try to fight back, you only continued to move your hands all over her body, exploring places you never would dare before.

Her lips left yours and started to leave a trail going lower down your face till she started sucking on your neck. You let out a moan and felt her smile against your skin. All of your earlier thoughts, questioning if this was right were out the window now. With her in your arms everything felt right.

She came back to your lips where your tongues were soon dancing together. You didn’t even hear Nat and Bruce come in the door. You only pulled away when you heard a cabinet close in the kitchen. You looked over your shoulder to see them both staring at you and Wanda.

“Don’t stop on our account we’re just grabbing some snacks for the show.” Nat said smugly. Wanda buried her face in your neck, clearly embarrassed, as were you. She climbed off of you and walked into the kitchen.

“Ha ha very funny Nat.” Wanda said while walking over to grab some water. You sat up on the couch eyes trained on the girl with reddish hair. Her hair was disheveled from the heated make out session, and her lips were already swollen a little.

“It’s so good to finally see my roomie after a week of being MIA.” She said while smiling at you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You said as you rolled your eyes. You finally got up from the couch to sit on a stool in the kitchen. You weren’t sure what would happen next. Wanda came over however and picked the seat right next to you scooting it closer, so she was basically on top of you, which you weren’t complaining about. It had only been a few minutes, but you already missed her being in such close proximity to you.

The four of you stayed up chatting before Bruce and Nat decided to go to bed, claiming they had a long day tomorrow. As they walked out you turned to Wanda smiling.

“Hi,” you said with a smile spreading across your lips.

“Hi,” she said back just as smiley, reaching her arms around your shoulders as she had done earlier that night.

“Would you maybe, I don’t know, mind if I kissed you again?” you said shyly. She didn’t even answer before bringing her lips to your again. The action that was so foreign before was now becoming addicting. The kiss this time was short however before she pulled away.

“Would you maybe, I don’t know, want to be my girlfriend? If not, I totally understand if it’s too fast for you.” You just brought your lips to hers as your answer. You pulled away and simply took her hand in yours before guiding her to your room.  You made out but that was it nothing went any further. You just laid in the comfort of each other’s arms for the rest of the night.

In the morning you woke up with a smile on your face and an amazing girl in your arms. You got up to go get some coffee for the two of you in the kitchen. You walked out to see none other than Nat and this time Steve too.

“Hey there Y/N! Do anything fun last night?” Steve asked with a smile on his face. Nat had already told him.

“You’re dead Romanoff.” You said while pouring a cup of coffee.

“Oh, come on Y/N! I can’t help it if you guys are adorable together. Steve, you should’ve seen them last night they were like connected at the hip the entire night.”

“I can’t wait till the rest of the group finds out. Bucky, Sam, and Tony, all owe me $15.” Steve said nonchalantly.

“What do you mean they owe you money?” you asked confused by the statement.

“Well, you guys were already inseparable, and I figured it was a matter of time before you both got together so I made a pool of when it would happen. I said before the end of the month which happened, so I win.” He said it like it was obvious.

“Yeah, you guys couldn’t get together like a week earlier?” Nat asked annoyed.

“Hey now, no more betting on my love life, ok? Or else next time I want in.” you said cheekily.

“Well now, there is a pool when the two of you will sleep together, you want in on that?” Steve said.

“They almost did last night believe me.” Nat jumped in before you could argue. Just then Wanda came out of your room with a yawn. Steve and Nat just whipped their heads to look at you with ‘oh shit’ eyes.

Wanda came over and wrapped her arms around your waist before reaching up to give you a kiss. You melted into her before she pulled away “Morning cutie.” She said before taking the coffee out of you hand and going to sit next to Steve who was still shocked that Wanda just exited your room.

“You do not mess around. Damn Y/N” Nat said with a mischievous grin.

“Ok Nat, it took you what like an hour before you jumped Bruce’s bones.” You counteracted. That shut her up real fast as Wanda looked around clearly confused by the conversation she had missed. After that night you and Wanda were the next couple in the group. Everyone supported you guys and soon enough you got your own place together to watch movies together.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Don’t leave me.

*Not my gif* 

Paring: Dean X Reader/ Y/n 

Pov: Deans 

Warning: Angst, maybe a fluff ending.  

Summary: What happens when Dean keeps making the same mistakes and reader is trying to help Dean figure out his mistakes “Please, I’ll be better.”  “Please I love you.” “What can I do... I do anything.” “Just don’t leave me!” 

Word Count: 1,932

Masterlist

Tag list: @akshi8278​

I had the same pattern ever since I was in high school. When something goes wrong, go and take it out on someone else. Contemplate, yell, scream, be an ass. But I don’t know what to do now. Now it’s different.  

Now I have the light in my life, and she’s starting to dim. I’m doing that to her, she used to be so bright, so happy. And that is why I fell for her; all I do now is push her away. I’m too harsh, too cruel. And at the moment I don’t know what I’m doing until I have to beg my way back into Y/n’s heart.  

Arguments, that turned into silence. I would look at her when she wasn’t paying attention. I’d try to start a conversation, but I could never get the words out. Something about telling her that I was wrong and she was right., I couldn’t shake it.  

It was hard enough for me to talk to someone, but to be truthful and let them know that I wasn’t right was even worse. I had been harsh with Y/n after a particular hunt. She had been hurt trying to save Sam's and I ass.  

The entire car ride was silent, and not to mention that there was time before this. Where I’d be quiet thinking about what had gone on many times before. She was hurt, it wasn’t bad or anything but I had told her to be my back-up not go in guns blazing and end up getting hurt. Sam sat quiet in the passenger seat, looking through his phone for yet another case.  

Y/n lay in a tight ball, holding herself together. I could barely see her in the rear view mirror, but the slightest of movement and sounds that came from the back seat had my attention. Y/n and I had been dating, but it wasn’t something that had been going on for a while.  

Now when I say this, I mean it, I fell for her the first day I saw her. Love at first sight like Sam likes to say. Sam teases me about how l fell for a girl, and everything seems to be going my way. The whole apple pie life I thought I wasn’t ever going to get.  

It always taken me time to realize things, now if that’s good or bad. I don’t have those answers. I’m not blaming the way that I act on my shitty childhood, or horrible upbringing, but I’m saying that those probably had an effect on me and still have an effect on me now.  

I’m forty-two years old and I still have no clue what I’m doing in life. What I should be doing is riding in my car, with my girl, and be happy. But instead, I'm upset with who I don’t know, I'm barely getting away from yet another hunt.  

You'd think a 6’1-foot-tall man, wouldn’t fall short on talking with his family, and his partner. Being overall open with people. But again, I think it’s something I learned as a child. Stay mute even when you’re asked a question.  

When we finally made it to the bunker it was still very quiet. Y/n had ended up falling asleep. Sam and I looked at her and then back at each other. “Dean, she’s your girlfriend. Get over yourself would you and help her.” He said getting out of the passenger side. I didn’t have any time to respond before he went into bunker, leaving me with Y/n.  

So, I bucked up, leaving the driver seat, and climbing into the back seat to get Y/n. Her hand still tightly wrapped around her waist. “Y/n, honey I’m going to pick you up and take you to your room okay?” I spoke  

So, that’s what I did I grabbed her gently, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I shut the doors to the car, and I walked into the bunker. Again, it was silent as I walked around the halls of the bunker.  

Y/n’s door was slightly ajar, meaning that I could push my booted foot between the open space. I walked around her room, and found her bed. Placing her down gently, I pulled her boots off, and her heavy jacket that was hardly blood stained from the hunt.  

Because she was asleep, I had no energy to want to even start a fight. I left Y/n’s room quietly closing her bedroom door. And made my own way to my own room, when I finally sat down on my bed I started to think.  

Thinking about how if Y/n was awake when we had arrived home it would have been a different story. How I would have yelled, screamed, have a fuss, and then drank the rest of the night away. I thought how Sam would look at me and instead see our father. I thought how Y/n would be quiet and walk away.  

I’d decide now to rethink my relationship not saying that I’d ever break up with my sweet Y/n, but I needed to get better. I needed to be better for her, be better for Sam, and be better for myself. So, I made the choice as I walked to my bedroom. Tonight, I would first off get a good night's rest, wake up and start the day off good.  

So that’s what I did, I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow morning would be a better day. When I woke up the next morning everything was okay. Walking around the bunker to find Sam in the library, and Y/n in the kitchen. So, I started with Sam he was an easier target.  

“Sam, do you mind if we have a quick chat?” I asked. Sam titled his head, rising his eyebrows in a confusion, and then huffed a little before answering with a hesitation in his voice. “Sure, what do you want to chat about?” “I’d like to start off by saying I’m sorry for the way it was when we were kids. I’d also like to apologize for all the shit I put you through after we found dad. I’m sorry that I act like a douche bag, I’m sorry that I yell at you like dad used too. I’m sorry for actions and I know I don't say this enough but I love you.” I said before sitting down across from Sam.  

He looked at me for a couple of seconds before getting up from his seat before and rounding the table. My brother had a growth support and somehow had gotten taller than me, I thought as I looked up at my younger brother, he looked as if he was hesitant, toying with whatever idea that had made him around the table.  

Before Sam could get another word out, I quickly sat up and hugged him. Now this type of embrace was the one like when the world was ending and we were sacrificing ourselves. This type of hug was the type that meant “I love you too”. An action that meant more than the word they backed-up.  

This embrace wasn’t long, it was known between the two of us that we’d hug and then let go of each other. That’s what happened, but knowing that there wasn’t anything after us, or we weren’t dying was a nice thought to hold onto.  

“De, I love you too. Now you should probably go do the same with Y/n.” Sam said before patting my shoulder and rounding the table again to sit in his seat. Like nothing had happened, but then again that’s just how our relationship went, that’s how we grew up. Emotions and then act as if nothing happened, because emotions show weakness.  

As I walked out of the library, I needed a few seconds to think so I took advantage of the two different ways to get to the kitchen, opting for the longer choice. As I walked, I thought how difficult our childhood had been, how now I could finally say that I was dealing with it all. I could smell the coffee, and hear Y/n putting out dishes and looking through cabinets trying to find breakfast for this morning.  

As I walked in, Y/n didn’t even know I was in the room. The split second that she didn’t know was perfect. It was odd all that time I had spent with Lisa I’d never had a moment of clarity like this. In that moment it was like I was weightless. Nothing could hurt her or me, everything seemed normal. “Jesus Dean you can’t just come up behind people and not say anything. I could drop something!” Y/n said as held her hand over her heart.  

I chuckled unfolding my arms and leaning off the side of the doorway. As I walked into the kitchen, she handed me a coffee cup. I hadn’t realized how much Y/n and I’s routine was synced. In the morning she’d be in the kitchen hand me my coffee cup, wait until I had a least a few sips before wanting to have a serious conversation. Then once I sat my cup down on the counter conversation was flowing, I grab plates as she cooked breakfast. My height giving me an advantage to be able to reach over Y/n’s head and grab a few other needed things.

Y/n would than take advantage of the fact that sometimes in the comfort of the bunker I wasn't paying attention. She’d poke my sides with the end of the spatula, Y/n would then look up at me and giggle before going back to cooking.  

This was every morning thing between the two of us. When we did finally sit down, I could tell that Y/n was still upset with me. So, in a moment of rash decision I cleared mt throat catching her attention.  

“I know that I’m an asshole most of the times. I also know that nobody wants to deal with that, so I’m doing this I’ve already thought of a thousand ways of saying this. A thousand ways of how this could play out. Most of them ending with you walking out of the door. I know that I’m not perfect, But I can do better, please known that I’ll be and get better.” I spoke. I was quiet for a moment not wanting to bombarded Y/n was too much at once. She nodded her head and motioned me to continue.  

“I want you to know that I'll do anything... Anything you want me to do. I want you to know that this was hard for me to do, I hate the way I act, I hate not having control, but there’s something that I don’t hate and that’s loving you.” I spoke before looking down at my coffee cup. My knuckles going white from how hard I was trying to control my emotions.  

“I love you too babe.” Y/n finally said before getting up from her seat and sitting next to me. As she sat down, I rested my head on her shoulder and mumbled “Just don’t leave me.” As I spoke, she wisped her hands through my hair. “Just don’t leave me like everyone else has, I love you Y/n.”  

She lifted my head up from her shoulder her hands grasping my cheeks and made me look at her. “I’m not going anywhere. People have fights, they have arguments, but they make-up. They fix the issues. And I like making up with you Dean.” She said a smirk on her face and winked at me.  

Completed on 02/12/2021

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @daisybarks

I’m tagging @kiki-the-creator @hopeshoodie @juggalohenrik @eskiix and @rennell

This is a little snippet from enough for you, which is my most recent WIP. This is the cheating fic, which I’ve likely referenced. This might not make sense out of context.

The other three piled into the back, Aislinn in the middle and the other two having window seats. Bobby handed the others their food and sat back with his arms folded. “Aw, come on! I wanted shotgun! And why is this car such a mess?” Bobby grumbled, his heart not fully in it.

“It was worse than this. We actually cleared it slightly to make room for everyone. And Marisol did say that one of us could take shotgun, and I let Lucas have it because he’s taller.” Hope pointed out once she chewed her mouthful.

“It smells weird in here too. Is there an air freshener?”

“It’s broken. Olivia forgot to replenish it. I haven’t noticed the smell if I’m honest, I’m used to it.” Marisol finished her breakfast, grabbing the empty bags and got out of the car, binning them and made her way back to the car, putting on her seatbelt. As she started the car, the sat nav came on and she left it there. She was going to try and rely on her memory, which might not be the best idea.

Once everyone plugged in their seatbelts, they set off. Marisol followed signs for the motorway until she got stuck in a queue getting onto the M4. It was crawling, and she opened the windows to let some fresh air in. The air conditioning only blew hot air and was next to useless.

As the car stopped, Bobby started rooting around at his feet until he discovered a bag full of ketchup bottles and another bag of chocolate, crisps, nuts and sweets. In addition to the two bags, there was a lot of sweet stuff sitting on the floor.

“Who needs an entire bagful of ketchup bottles? Eight bottles in one bag!” He studied the bag, slightly perplexed.

“Wait, what? So that’s where all the ketchup went! I kept buying bottles, and Olivia clearly kept swiping them. Eight bottles, really?” Marisol’s eyes widened at the mention of the ketchup. Bobby handed Lucas the bagful of ketchup, who studied it himself.

“Most of these are open, and half full. What’s the point of starting a new one when the old one is already half full? I was checking that side of the car as well, how did I miss this?” Lucas checked the bottles in the bag. “Some of these are expired too, quite the stash! One or two years out of date.”

“Eww. See what you can salvage, and we’ll bin the rest when we get to the beach. What a waste of good ketchup, I even bought Heinz! I can’t believe she was stealing it.” Marisol stared at the bag, slightly miffed. “That being said…I did use it for a lot of meals, I did have a little ketchup problem. It would vanish every single time we had an argument. Which means she was taking it then to be petty, likely. It’s a major pet peeve, she sees it as such a waste.”

“More of a waste is definitely her stealing it, as of course you’d buy more! Does the money she���s wasting ever come into it?” Aislinn asked.

“Nope, no way. She’s the type who broke her phone last month and had her parents buy her the newest iPhone in replacement. It wasn’t even cracked or damaged, so she let me have it. I changed everything over, her parents aren’t paying for my phone as well. It was going to go to waste completely otherwise, she would’ve just binned it.” Marisol laughed slightly at the idea of Olivia even thinking about money. The same person who regularly spent £400 on clothes per week and went on regular shopping sprees definitely wasn’t the type to care about the money she’s wasting.

She looked back at the road just as the queue moved and moved forward again. “Found anything else that is edible? There’s bound to be food hanging about.”

“Gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberry laces, Strawbs, this bag is all sweets. There’s a soft container of Pringles too, I wouldn’t touch those. There’s also unopened bags of fruit and nuts so I’ll take those out. Most of the chocolate is fine too, and the unopened crisp bags. This is quite the stash! Half of it is empty packets. Did she just use the car for a dustbin?” Bobby handed Lucas the dodgy snacks, who just bagged them with the dodgy ketchup.

“She pretty much used the car as a bin, yup. And she kept stealing the sweet stuff from the flat, so I had to keep hiding my biscuits and chocolate. Eventually we agreed that she would buy her own sweet stuff and quit taking mine. Guess I didn’t clarify that sweet stuff meant ketchup too, and she couldn’t just steal stuff in petty revenge.” Marisol explained. To her relief, the queue started moving quickly and she took advantage, getting onto the motorway without too much fuss. She wasn’t a fan of driving on motorways.

“The window’s not working again, could you please open it from your side?” Lucas asked.

Marisol opened both windows, the car was starting to get absolutely roasting. The feet smell was starting to get to her slightly.

“The windows in the back don’t work, by the way. Hopefully you guys are fine with just these ones open.” Marisol called in the direction of the back, the others nodded in response.

“Can we get rid of some of the mess at the beach? There’s sandwich containers, coffee cups and something squishy back here.” Bobby prodded the something squishy and took his hand away fast. “That’s definitely gum. Why has she stuck that on the back of the seat?” He pulled it off with a tissue, wiping away the residue.

“We can get rid of the leftovers, coffee cups and sandwich containers at least. Or anything that’s gone off. The rest of it, I don’t know what she wants done with it. She might’ve left, but it’ll seem a bit too final to clear out nearly all of it…” Marisol’s voice faded slightly and she bit her lip. “Look, I’m not overly pleased with the state of it myself. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry currently. I’ve had too many arguments with Olivia over it, and she made it worse to mess with me. I gave up mentioning it eventually. You’ve been complaining so much, it’s getting on my nerves.”

Marisol focused on the road ahead, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you’ve made your point. Maybe me and Lucas are just more used to it, but it’s been far worse than this before.” Hope broke in before Bobby decided to reply.

“Why didn’t we just split into two cars anyway? I wouldn’t have minded driving, and it’s a little cramped in the back. Driving’s not ideal, I prefer shotgun, but Lucas nabbed that. We could’ve split into me and Lucas in one car, and you three in this one.” Bobby grumbled.

Lucas stared at Marisol in panic, his eyes widened at Bobby’s statement. “That wouldn’t work. You barely paused for breath when we got lost yesterday, and during the first film of the Harry Potter marathon. I couldn’t handle it then, being trapped in a car with just you wouldn’t work.”

Marisol’s mouth twitched, and she struggled to not burst into laughter, putting on the radio instead. Classical music burst out of the speakers, and she jumped. Aislinn quickly synced up her phone to the radio, attaching it via a charging wire. She instructed Lucas in the front, who followed her instructions and in no time at all, a playlist replaced the classical music.

“Phew. I forgot Olivia always listens to Classic FM, on loud. She’s even had noise complaints, from classical music of all things. And, Bobby, if you want to drive on the way back, be my guest! It made completely no sense to split into two cars just because you couldn’t handle the mess.” The hot car was making Marisol slightly grumpy, and she snapped at him.

The car fell silent as they became absorbed in the music. Marisol and Aislinn had done far too much drunk karaoke, and she recognised the playlist from that. Hold the Line started playing and Marisol started singing along to it, forgetting the others were in the car. The energy carried through the car and lasted until the end of the song. She stopped, slightly breathless and blinked, wide eyed.

“Wow. I forgot how good you were at this. My favourite karaoke partner ever. Maybe we should try it again, but sober?” Aislinn said.

Her words stunned Marisol slightly, and she blushed. “R...Really? You think I’m that good? I doubt that, I freeze up on stage. Drunk karaoke is slightly different.” Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Not after that time in secondary school, when you auditioned for the school talent show and got so nervous that you were sick backstage, and your throat closed up while on stage. You couldn’t sing anything and tripped coming off stage on a loose shoelace and wiped out. To make matters worse, it was recorded and passed around the school until you were known for that. Your sister hated being associated with you as a result and it was so embarrassing.

Marisol fell silent, chewing on her lip and listening to the music. She signalled and moved into the left lane, ready to come off the motorway.

She focused entirely on driving and only relaxed when she got to the car park. She parked and let out a sigh of relief. “No sat nav needed at all, and not a foot wrong. That proves it, I’ve got a better sense of direction than Olivia.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone does.” Bobby pointed out. “Along with being better at being on time. I had to tell her a fake time for my birthday two months ago and she was still late.”

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[CN] Lucien’s Sunset Date (eng)

this date is amazing ugly sobbing but if this doesn’t post I’m rioting. also, this makes me wanna dance under the stars with lucien while listening to feel good by fromis_9 is that too much to ask, universe?

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MC: the sweet and sour short ribs, black pepper beef tenderloin, boiled cabbage heart... the meal is almost done!

I checked the recipes on my mobile phone while checking on the dishes in the bento box. Recently, Lucien’s research institute is working on a new project. He stayed in the institute for several days and did not come home.

I studied a few new dishes in my free time, but I never had the opportunity to try them with him. So, I took advantage of the rest of the day to cook and made a bento. Of course, I was also planning to see him out of my own selfishness.

When I happily took a few quick photos of the bento, I marked “Professor Xu’s love bento” on the photos with cute fonts. When I was about to go out, I received a text message and opened it to see that Lucien sent a strange address.

MC: ?

Is this a mistake? I dialed Lucien’s phone doubtfully.

Lucien: Did you receive the address?

MC: Um, where is this?

Lucien: This is where I am now. I guessed that you would come to me for lunch.

MC: ???

MC: How did you know?

Lucien: Because… black pepper beef tenderloin, sweet and sour short ribs, and boiled cabbage heart.

MC: ...Lucien! Are you studying mind reading for your new project at the institute?

His shallow laughter came from the earpiece.

Lucien: The project sounds very interesting, but you seem to forget that my research field is brain science. If you want to know the answer, you can open the photo album now.

I hung up the call, opened my phone’s photo album, and a buffering icon appeared in the middle of the screen. After a few seconds, my photo album automatically updated a piece. I have never seen the picture before.

The photo shows an exclusive courtyard with a wooden log door frame and red brick wall, and a row of old-fashioned labour utensils are displayed at the foot of the wall. In the middle of the yard is a 28-brand bicycle, its style reminiscent of the 1970s.

And under the light of the noon sun, reflected on the wall is the shadow of a person. I recognise it almost at a glance as Lucien.

“Ding” my phone has received a text message.

Lucien: Do you know the answer now?

After Lucien’s reminder, I finally realised. Last week, there was a problem with my phone and I needed to use another cloud account for verification. So, I used Lucien’s account temporarily, but I must have forgotten to log out. In other words, during this period, our mobile phones were using the same cloud account, so the photo album was also in a shared state.

MC: Yeah…

On my way to the private courtyard with the bento box, I blame my own carelessness in my heart, while repeatedly confirming the appearance of the “inventory” inside the box. Lucien must have seen the recipe that I saved in the photo album, not even the photos taken of the box just now have been spared.

I sighed and knocked on my head a little, then I suddenly realised again. If our mobile phones have been synced for more than a week, that means that all the photos I took during that time…

I quickly send a text message to Lucien.

MC: Lucien, have you seen anything else in the album? What photos?

Lucien: For example?

MC: For example, something that impresses you…

Lucien: Are you saying that this subject is my photo?

My fingers flicked subconsciously as Lucien’s reply appeared on the screen.

Lucien: I forgot to say that next time, you can shoot with more integrity, that way I can cooperate with you on more poses.

He really!!

He often took pictures of himself reading books or doing experiments, but he didn’t take any others! This cunning man!

(translator’s note: the original translation refers to him as “a lion man”, basically saying that he’s sly and superior.)

When I arrived at the lane where the courtyard was located, I saw Lucien from a distance standing and waiting for me. I hurriedly raised my hand to him.

MC: Lucien, is your research tricky? Have you set aside the time to eat?

Lucien took the bento in my hand and looked at me with happy but tired eyes.

Lucien: It’s not too tricky. As for having good meals… if the standard is this bento, then i really can’t call any of them good meals.

He took my hand and leads me through the door. When I stand in the courtyard, the sense of precipitation of the years becomes stronger.

MC: How can you be in this place? Is it related to research?

Lucien: Well, this research project will conduct clinical trials here.

MC: This is actually a new research base?

Lucien: To be precise, it’s a temporary research base.

MC: What about the other people of the research institute?

Lucien: The study will officially start tomorrow, and today we gave them the day off.

MC: It turned out to be so, but how could the research base be chosen in a yard with such a sense of age?

Lucien didn’t answer. He took me to sit down at the square table in the courtyard.

Lucien: Based on the understanding of ___, I answered your question, but after that, your curiosity will only grow more questions. So, before this, let’s eat first. I’ll give you a good tour after we eat.

After supervising Lucien eating the lunch, he took me by the hand and walked into the second part of the courtyard. The style of the building is consistent with the courtyard, even more so seeing the rest of the architecture.

The dark grey rough floor exudes a faint smell of cement, and the green leather wall is painted with the four red characters “hard work”. The three classic furniture pieces restore the old texture and the rest of the daily necessities present also exude a strong sense of age.

Lucien: How do you feel?

MC: Although I obviously haven’t experienced this era, it seems as if i’ve really returned to the past.

Lucien: The research team here has spent a lot of time restoring it to seem like the 70s.

MC: I’m even more curious now that you mention it. What kind of research is it that you need to have a venue like this?

Lucien: It’s a study on the healthy brain of the elderly. For people with Alzheimer’s disease, or elderly with hidden risks of clinical depression.

MC: I’ve heard that there’s no effective treatment or medicine for these conditions, is that true?

Lucien: Well, Alzheimer’s disease can be said to be a serious challenge facing modern brain science research. Even this research can only focus on early intervention before illness, while observing the quantity and quality of brain cells.

MC: So, why do you want to restore this place to the 70s specifically?

Lucien: The brain of elderly people is often in a state of stagnation, so the brain will easily degenerate. The most memorable experiences of the elderly staying here are concentrated in the seventies, which is the most meaningful time of their lives.

Lucien: Putting them in a familiar environment to stimulate the brain is the basis of this research project.

MC: use memories to wake up the brain and prevent them from succumbing to sickness… that’s it. It would be nice if more people could know this method.

I looked around, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

MC: Lucien! Can I use my camera to record this research? This might attract more investors.

Lucien didn’t speak, he looked at me a little bit more and then smiled. Realising my offer was a bit abrupt, I quickly tried to change the topic.

MC: Though, it doesn’t matter if I can’t shoot. After all, this involves the confidentiality of research. But, if our memories can be recorded, this way, when we’re old, we’ll have more memories to look back on in these cases.

He remained silent, but the smile on his face was deeper.

MC: What happened? Did I say something wrong?

Lucien: No, if you want to shoot, I can ask the patient’s families for their opinions. But, I think they will agree, because what you want to do is also a very meaningful thing.

MC: I thought you would think that my idea was too bad to consider…

Lucien: I’m just happy. It turns out that you’ve already planned so far for our future.

After going through the entire building, Lucien took me to the backyard again. In the centre of the yard was a dense wisteria tree. There was a breeze in this early autumn afternoon, and the sun above also swept away most of the hot temperature.

The backyard shrouded by the wisteria flowers was concealed by a shady and drooping branch, swaying leisurely in the air but looking very comfortable. Obviously, it’s my first time coming here, but I feel a familiar sense of deja vu.

Lucien: What do you think?

MC: It feels weird to say it, but just for a moment, I felt that this scene was familiar.

Lucien followed my line of sight and looked at the branch of wisteria.

Lucien: On a scientific level, you must have visual experience. But I have a more romantic explanation. It may be that our souls snuck out in a dream, and then we met in a yard in the seventies.

He turned to look at me, his dark eyes deep like an exquisite pool of water.

Lucien: Maybe they were there and had a stable and slow life.

His voice is calm and determined, and his words fell to the bottom of my heart.

MC: Lu-Lucien, you’re seriously bluffing to me again…

Lucien didn’t seem to care about my disbelief, the pool in his eyes was still flowing with waves.

Lucien: If you don’t believe it, do you want to try it?

MC: What is there to try?

Lucien: Having a slow dream in the courtyard of the seventies.

MC: Like our souls, spend a lifetime in a dream?

Sure enough, I subconsciously believed Lucien’s words, but the initiator only smiled and nodded.

Lucien: “Life” is a subjective word, and how long a life is, is up to you to feel and decide. So as long as you want, we can spend our “life” here.

Maybe I was moved by Lucien’s romantic theory, or because I haven’t seen him for a long time, but either way, I eagerly agreed to his proposal.

MC: Since we’re going to live a slow life in the seventies today, let’s be more involved!

I took out headphones and my mobile phone and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

MC: I’m asking professor Xu to please confiscate these modern contrabands.

Lucien nodded knowingly, and took out his phone as I did.

Lucien: It seems we have to find something to seal them in the “future”. 

As he said this, he found a wooden box and put all of our electronic products inside of it.

Lucien: Welcome to the seventies, silly girl.

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The weak autumn sunlight in the room shone crookedly through the window like a painting waiting for us. Though, we don’t have the mind to appreciate it, only focusing on living in the slowed down time.

Lucien seems to have come prepared, and the activities proposed were endless. He taught me how to light a kerosene lamp and took me to try an old fashioned sewing machine. We played with fans leisurely together, and listened to the squeaky Suzhou Pingtan on the radio.

(translator’s note: suzhou pingtan is a traditional musical art in china)

Time seems to have really slowed down for us while we do a lot of things, but the sun outside is still mild and bright. After listening to a pingtan, I eagerly looked at Lucien

MC: Lucien, what should we do next?

Lucien: What do you want to do?

MC: May I decide?

Lucien: Well, I also want to know what you think of this slow life.

MC: Well… I can’t think of my answer at the moment.

Lucien: It’s okay, just let the flow happen. Rather than using your brain to think about what you want, it’s better to leave the feelings to your heart. This deliberate content doesn’t necessarily conform to the meaning of a slow life. What you feel currently is the most important.

MC: Then… can we sit in the sun longer? Is that too plain?

Lucien: I think it’s a good idea.

After getting Lucien’s affirmative answer, I also dreamed of sitting in the sun with him. Only soon, my beautiful fantasy was disillusioned, because we searched the entire yard and found that there was only one recliner.

Lucien and I stood under the wisteria frame in the backyard, looking at the narrow chair in front of us.

MC: Hey… how about you sit down first? We can take turns.

The moment I blurted it out, I felt like I said something silly again. I blushed and was about to fight for myself further, but he reached out and pulled me into his arms. Before I knew what he was going to do, Lucien grabbed the back of my waist and gently closed the distance, our warm breaths instantly intertwined

Before I could speak under his deep eyes, my centre of gravity suddenly fell and I was in a soft embrace. My eyes moved slightly down, and I found that we were sitting on the recliner at the same time. My legs had encircled his body without me knowing when.

The motion startled the recliner, and it shook slightly. I couldn’t find my balance for a while, and I subconsciously hooked onto Lucien’s neck.

MC: Lu-Lucien?

I struggled to stand up, but Lucien released the hands that were fixed on my waist, and I was forced to tighten my arms around his neck. There was a warm breath stagnated in the air between us. The suffocating sensation reminds me of the air above an asphalt road in the summer.

Lucien: It’s boring to be alone in the sun, I think two people would be better.

MC: There’s nothing boring about being in the sun…

Fearing that I would make him uncomfortable, I lightly held on to prevent myself from slumping into him.

Lucien: You can relax, this chair is enough to hold the weight of both of us.

MC: I-I’m very relaxed.

Lucien:  Are you….

I heard his low and dull voice noise in my ears, and I hung my head even more as my face flushed. He stretched out a hand, pressed the knuckle of his right hand against my chin and gently lifted it up.

In the next second, a gentle and light kiss fell on my lips.

I instinctively closed my eyes and could only hear the beating of my heart in my head. Although it was only a soft kiss like a dragonfly’s, time seemed to slow down. When we finally separated again, it was really as if we had spent a lifetime in that moment.

Lucien: I can be sure that you are really relaxed now.

When I blushed and didn’t know how to react, Lucien’s cell phone began ringing in the wooden box. As if I had caught a life-saving straw, I stood up and started to go into the other room, his laughter coming from behind.

MC: Answer your phone, I’ll be in the bathroom!

Lucien: I know, I’ll finish up soon.

When I came out of the bathroom, Lucien’s call was just ending. He saw me coming and waved his phone apologetically.

Lucien: Sorry, ___. There’s a problem with the preparations of the study at the institute, and I need to return to discuss it with the research team.

MC: It’s ok! I’m very satisfied with your company for the whole afternoon.

After returning everything in the yard to its original position, I reluctantly took Lucien’s arm and prepared to leave with him. After spending almost the whole day with Lucien in the private courtyard, I feel a bit reluctant to give him up here. Perhaps seeing through my mood, Lucien stopped walking.

Lucien: Maybe we can slow down our departure?

Following his gaze, my eyes fell on the bicycle in the middle of the yard, the same one from his earlier picture to me.

MC: You mean, we can ride that?

Lucien: It doesn’t matter, I can find someone to send it back tomorrow.

Lucien stepped forward and patted the horizontal bar in front of the bike.

Lucien: It’s just that this time I still feel wrong, so ___ can sit here.

I couldn’t help but think of our experience of cycling in Canada. At that time, I was anxious to ride the bike, my hands and feet shaky.

(translator’s note: this is a reference to Lucien’s Autumn Date, available in EN)

Lucien: Want to revisit it?

Lucien supported the handlebars and body, his slender and powerful arms firmly supported the bicycle. I nodded and looked at his hand that was supporting the seat.

MC: I won’t be as anxious today as I was that time.

After confirming that I was sitting firmly, Lucien stepped on the pedals. He lifted his hand and wrapped me in his arms, a reassuring temperature stemming from my back.

MC: Because, I hope this road can be longer.

A white crescent moon took over the setting early, and the pink-ish purple sunset was like peach-flavoured candy. In the middle of the modern city, Lucien and I looked extremely out of place with our old-fashioned bicycle, and the angle of the sun stretched our shadows very long.

Our two shadows, they slowly inched towards the next day.

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🎄25 Days of HXH: Day 4: Kurapika x Christmas Songs🎄

You swung a duffle bag over your shoulder and shuffled out into the snow, doing your best not to slip on your way out. The car was probably getting uncomfortably cold with the trunk wide open, but you had to get all the luggage in safely so Kurapika could see when he drives. You weren’t too fond of playing Tetris with a load of suitcases, but such is life, eh? Do They Know It’s Christmas? by Band Aid

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Kurapika had been given 2 weeks off for the Christmas season, and you’d worked long enough and collected enough vacation days that you could match with Kurapika and take the two weeks off as well. To top it off, the two of you had saved enough money to rent a lodge up in the mountains, far from the city, deep within the woods, a perfect snowy Christmas-y environment where you two could have some peace and quiet from the life involving work. It had been more of a surprise, really. Sure, you and Kurapika had planned to go away somewhere, and to sync up your vacation days. You’d spent weeks looking at hotels and little Christmas towns and places to go, practically losing sleep over it, trying to look for good prices and good reviews and things to do. Kurapika had come home one evening, came home to you practically pulling your hair out stressing about the best place to stay for the holiday when he told you he’d booked a lodge just for the two of you for two weeks, and you nearly screamed when you hugged him, absolutely ecstatic about the news. He’d shown you the lodge too, and you were absolutely over the moon. It was rustic, a classic wood lodge in the middle of a cluster of pine trees. A small Christmas town was a 20 minutes drive from the lodge, so you were close to activities if you so choose to do something for the day. There was a ski slope as well, 45 minutes away, and you’d mentioned wanting to at least try to ski at some point in your life. The days coming up to your departure, you’d spent so much time at the stores, buying a new coat, gifts and decorations and an extra suitcase, making sure you’d be able to pack everything you wanted for the trip.

Here you stood now, the snow was at least shin deep for you, threatening to come up to your knees and fall into your boots if you stooped too low. You were essentially dragging a suitcase behind you; too heavy to hoist it in your arms, let alone above your head, so dragging it in the snow was the next best option. Reaching the trunk, you huffed. Giving it your all, you heaved the suitcase in best you could, and rearranged it with the other pieces of luggage. Trying to shove the suitcase into a spot, your feet gave out from under you, causing your foot to slide backwards on the snow, a yelp escaping you. Your fall was stopped however, hands bracing you around your waist, the air gently pushed out of your lungs. Your hands met the edge of the trunk, and you looked up, Kurapika standing there bracing himself in the snow as well, eyes full of concern. Steadying yourself, you stood up, and Kurapika let his hands find yours, his grip gentle but strong, ready to catch you if you slipped again. 

He patted your head and sighed, still holding your hand and walked you back to the front of the house to continue packing the luggage, locking the door behind you. There was just a set of backpacks left, some snacks and a blanket were left to be placed in the car. Taking them, you easily brought them and placed them in the backseat rather than the trunk, seeing as the backseat had plenty of space. Kurapika was at the trunk, slightly rearranging the luggage and finally shutting the trunk. Checking it once more, he made his way over to the drivers side and hoped in, shivering at the chilliness of the car. You knew you should’ve heated it a while ago…

It’d been about 2 hours of driving, a couple of wrong turns here and there, and a snack break a few minutes ago. You’ve been driving in relative silence except for offering directions, wary of distracting Kurapika when he’s driving. Feeling restless, you sparked a conversation in hopes of silencing your boredom.

“Kuraaaaaapika~” you sang, looking over at him.

He glanced at you and smiled, as if sensing the spark of mischief in your tone.

“Yes, y/n? You okay?” he said, switching lanes.

“Got any favorite Christmas songs?” you asked, scrolling through your playlists, hoping you could play some music to get the atmosphere going.

Kurapika furrowed his brow, not in the sense of thinking, but more in the sense of it was a strange question. 

“Uh...I’m not sure, honestly…” he muttered, a hint of shock in his voice.

You were dumbfounded. Sure, there were just about 20 versions of Please Come Home for Christmas and 30 more versions of White Christmas, and just about every celebrity had sung Jingle Bells at least once, but everyone (or at least, most people) have a favorite Christmas song, whether it be a cover or an original. 

“Do you even listen to Christmas songs, Kurapika?”, you questioned, weary of the answer you would hear from him.

“I’ve heard them but I don’t really pay attention, love…” he replied, looking guilty.

You sighed, putting your playlist on shuffle.

The first song to come on, Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You, and you feigned shock and looked at Kurapika, as he glanced at you whilst you went into a mini performance. 

Doing your best to keep yourself from distracting him too much, you mouth the words, adding a bit of charades in the mix, being as cheesy as possible. Every time high notes and “all I want for Christmas is you!” came up, you’d point at him and make a heart with your hand, earning a faint blush from the boy. As overplayed this song may be, you couldn’t deny the catchiness of it, the overall festive atmosphere, you couldn’t help but get in an especially Christmas-y mood.

“You like this one?” peeking at Kurapika, doing a little shimmy in your seat.

Kurapika nodded, tapping his fingers along with the song, already falling prey to its notes.

The song faded out, and Last Christmas by Wham! came in next, causing your shimmy to slow down into a sway, putting on your best tragic yet romantic tone, pointing at him and (poorly) harmonizing with the song. 

Listening to the lyrics, Kurapika looked puzzled, looking at you briefly, “This one’s sad...and it’s a Christmas song?”

“Well, yeah...It involves Christmas so it flies.” you answered, getting lost in the song. 

Letting the song fade out, Do They Know It’s Christmas by Band Aid came on, and Kurapika let out a small gasp, a gentle smile finding its way on his lips.

“There’s a world outside your window, and it’s a world of dread and fear!” he sang softly, tapping his hands full on the wheel.

You looked at him, ecstatic that he was getting so into it.

“You know this one?!” you sang over the song a bit, dancing in your seat.

“I happen to know this one, yes”, he laughed, “Do they know it’s Christmas time at alllll!” giving it all.

His singing voice was cute and soft, yet full of joy. Even though his eyes were masked by contacts, it didn’t stop you from seeing the sparkle of happiness dancing in them, the way snowflakes dance in the cool December light at the crack of dawn. 

“We knoooooow whooooooooa! Let them know it’s Christmas time!” you let out, glancing at him as he followed along with you, letting yourselves fall into the song further, completely jamming out in the car. 

Softly ending and fading into Baby It’s Cold Outside by Indina Menzel came on next, and you went into both parts, batting your lashes at Kurapika, watching him try to keep a smile from his face as you put on a show in your seat. 

The rest of the ride was full of figuring out Kurapika’s favorite songs, and jamming out to the few that he did know, talking about the favorite aspects of the season, and planning on when to visit the little Christmas town.

After about another 2 hours of driving, you arrive at the lodge, making yourselves at home, decorating and setting up your Christmas escape. 

After flopping down on the couch in exhaustion, you snuggled up to Kurapika, laying your head against his chest, finding his hand quietly seeking out yours to hold as you relaxed, finally, for a moment. Laying there in silence, the warmth of each other and the steady beat of Kurapika’s heart against your own, you felt drowsy, and you found no need to stop yourself.

Until Kurapika started lazily humming Baby Please Come Home by Mariah Carey, and you looked up at him, his eyes hazy and glazed with sleep, looking adorable and peaceful as he hummed. 

“Someone’s a Mariah Carey fan, huh?” snuggling up to him closer, remembering how excited he had gotten when he heard the song.

A small, huffy laugh escaped Kurapika as he rested his cheek against your head, “I suppose so, y/n.”

You smiled to yourself as you fell asleep, Kurapika following suit not to long after, his humming slowly fading out into soft sleep.

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I haven’t made a request before so pls forgive me if I’m doing this wrong, but i thought (from song prompts 2) number 3 and number 18 could be cute? With either bakugou or todoroki? Bonus points if theres some pining and ends happily :) if not ofc I’m happy to read whatever you do!

Thank you so much for requesting!!  Song prompts:  3. “Trust me, Darling.” Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons. 18. “Push me out, I’ll pull you close.” What You’re Made of by Lindsey Stirling.

Todoroki Shoto x Female Reader.

Word Count: 3.4K

Genre: Some angst, lots of fluff

Warnings: Endeavor being d*ck, cursing, slight nsfw mentions at end

Summary: Endeavor holds a charity ball. Shoto invites you as his date as your relationship has grown stronger. Endeavor tries to break the two of you up a few times, Shoto stands up for you twice, you stand up for Shoto once when Endeavor works behind his back. It only strengthens your relationship, bringing you even closer.

            Everywhere you looked there were lights. Twinkling in sync like they were dancing to the soft music playing in the background. There was a warmth shifting through the room, despite the harsh chill outside. You could feel the warm drafts envelope you as they moved between others and the tables they sat at. Mixing in with the flames swaying at each table’s centerpiece. Everything was so beautiful and calm. It was as though nothing could break the trance the night had put on everyone.

Enji Todoroki always had a way about him that tended to ruin things for you though, especially because you were attending the charity ball he had set up. The first time he managed to get under your skin for the day was when you were getting ready. Shoto had offered for you to come over early to his house to get ready for the ball.

He had asked you the first chance he’d gotten to be his date for his father’s ball. It was an easy decision; it was no secret that you both had been feeling something for each other. At first, you both really didn’t understand what it was that you were feeling, but after the villain attack in the forest, the only person on each of your minds was each other. After that, the two of you had begun to study together, you went out to eat with only each other. It seemed like any chance Shoto got he asked to spend it with you, whether if it was in his dorm or the common areas, out somewhere, or just simply training.

He asked you one night as you both lay on his bed, both scrolling mindlessly on your phones if you wanted to meet his siblings. Of course, you said yes immediately wanting to know more about his private life and just more about him in general. You knew his family was a touchy subject for him and you were excited and happy that he trusted you enough to let you in on it. He warned you several times the day of to be wary of his father. That Enji would most likely try to pick you apart, to see exactly why Shoto was so fond of you.

You didn’t expect it to be so awful though. Before he arrived, you helped Fuyumi prep and cook the meal while Shoto stood at one of the counters watching. You could tell Fuyumi was so excited to see that Shoto brought someone home, let alone a girl. Every time she asked you something about Shoto you could feel the tips of your ears burning, even though you loved the butterflies that danced in your stomach.

“I so excited to finally meet you, Y/n!” Fuyumi said excitedly when you finished preparing dinner, “Shoto has been talking about you for as long as I can remember, and I couldn’t help thinking maybe you were made up! You seemed so perfect! How Shoto managed to snag you beats me, Hon.”

You saw Shoto glare at his sister and she just grinned at him, her nose scrunching up. “Oh no, that’s not true!” You said you were starting to get even more flustered. Fuyumi started to speak again but she was interrupted when someone burst into the dining room.

“Hey! Quick pestering little Sho’s girlfriend, Fuyumi.” Your heart jumped at the guy’s words, then he turned to you. “I’m Shoto’s older brother, Natsuo. Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He pulled you into a quick hug, “Don’t mind her, Fuyumi has always wanted a younger sister.” Natsuo said and moved to Shoto, wrapping an arm around his neck and ruffling his hair. “But on a real note, if you need me to beat him up just let me know. I’ll help you out.” Natsuo winked at you and laughed when Shoto shoved his arm off.

You were starting to really enjoy the energy of the siblings. It was refreshing to see. It only lasted a short while longer until a door slammed. Everyone in the room visibly stiffened, and the air grew heavy. A moment later, Enji Todoroki walked through the threshold of the dining room. He clapped his hands together before pulling out his chair to sit down, his eyes never seemed to stray from you from the moment he entered the room. “Well, is everyone ready? I’m starved.” Everyone followed his lead in sitting down. “I would love to get to know you, miss Y/n.”

Next to you, you could see Shoto clenching his teeth. He looked so stressed. You moved your foot nudging him; he turned his attention to you from the plate in front of him. You smiled at him and noticed his expression soften, and a small smile form on his face as well.

Enji wasted no time in bombarding you with questions, ranging from about you and your quirk, to your family and your home life. It was literally exhausting answering each one, searching for the right answer seemed impossible and it was hard to tell if the ones you gave satisfied him. All he ever gave in response was a grunt or a nod, then more questions followed. Once dinner was finally done, Shoto grabbed your hand immediately and started to pull you from your seat.

“Follow me, y/n.” He said softly once he saw your confusion. You started to follow him until Enji stopped you both.

“Stop.” His loud, steady voice said. Shoto stopped his pace and turned to glare at his father.

“What now?” Shoto asked, rolling his eyes.

“I want to say I am not impressed with your choice to bring this girl home, Shoto. She does not meet anywhere near my expectations of what I thought I taught you.” Enji spoke like you weren’t in the room with him.

“Are you kidding me, you have no right to say anything about her.” Shoto snapped back and started to pull you out of the room again. “We’re done with this now.”

“I did not enjoy having you here, miss Y/n,” Enji stated, locking eyes on you as you left the room.

The rest of the night was better than everything Enji had put you through before. Shoto had brought you to his room, he needed to cool off before you left for the dorms. He was visibly angry at his father’s words. You moved next to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, and laced your fingers through his.

“Hey,” You said softly. “Forget what he said.”

“Usually I do, but I don’t think I can. He insulted you, Y/n.” Shoto said and sighed. “Everything he did down there was absolutely uncalled for.”

“You’re right, it was very uncalled for. But I don’t care what he said at all, even if it was shitty.” You said back to him, and he turned to look at you. “All I care about is how you feel, and that your siblings are there for you.”

“What I feel?” Shoto asked it was soft like he was asking himself.

“Yeah. It doesn’t matter what your father says about anything, what you feel is right.” You said, and a small smile started to grow on his face. “Does that make sense, Shoto?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He said and grabbed your hands. “I feel like I want to kiss you right now.”

That made you laugh, even though butterflies erupted inside of you. “Then do it.”

Shoto moved in to press his lips against yours. It was slow and soft at first, then he pulled you closer. It was like all the pent-up stress he was holding from dinner melted away at your touch, your lips moving in sync with his. He was the first one to pull away, he had put you under a spell.

“Thank you for making me feel better, Y/n.” Shoto said, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Always, Shoto.”

You ended up staying in his room for the night instead of going back to the dorms. It was too far away and all you wanted to do was cuddle up in bed with him. Wrapped in his arms and wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt he gave you, it felt like something you’d been yearning for had finally come true.

   The time you spent with Shoto after that night seemed different. It felt more special, more whole. You weren’t wondering how he felt anymore, there was no need. He told you all the time. How special you were. How happy he was when he was with you. There was nothing between the two of you until Enji stepped in yet again.

The afternoon of the charity ball you were in Shoto’s room getting ready. He had gone out with Natsuo to get a last-minute suit adjustment for his brother. You had just finished zipping up your dress when a knock sounded at the door. When you opened it, the happy mood you were in faltered.

“Oh,” Enji said, a frown visible on his face. “Where is Shoto?”

“I believe he went out with Natsuo to get something.” You said stepping back away from the door.

“I need to speak with him.” He said, and you almost couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes.

“He has his phone on him I think, did you try calling him?” You asked, trying not to sound too rude. It was like Enji didn’t even think before barging to Shoto’s room.

“Not yet. I will soon.” He said and looked at his watch. “I suppose I could talk to you right now too.”

You waited for a moment for him to talk, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay? Anything in particular you need?”

“I’ll put it simply. I do not like you being with my son. Nothing good will come of it. I do not see a future with you in his life.” Enji said, bluntly.

“Excuse me?” You asked. You always knew Enji did not like you dating his son, but this seemed out of nowhere.

“It’ll be better if you end it sooner than later. I have big plans for him, and I do not want your petty little high school romance to ruin his career.” He pulled something out of his back pocket, it was a checkbook. “Of course, I would reimburse you. Name a price and it’s yours.”

“This has to be a joke, right?” You couldn’t believe what was happening. Nothing like this had ever happened to you, and you never thought Enji would even do this.

“I am not joking, miss Y/n,” Enji said, sighing at your blank stare and silence. “I didn’t want to tell you this, but tonight I will be having a young girl of equal promise meet with Shoto. If all goes well, they will be engaged tonight. I’d rather not have you there to mess it all up. So, name a price and I will have someone drive you home right now.”

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“What?” Enji questioned, he raised an eyebrow like he couldn’t believe you.

“I won’t. You can’t force us apart.” You said louder, you were starting to get very frustrated.

Before Enji could say anything else, a door slammed shut and you could hear the boys back already. Shoto was home earlier than expected. “So be it, Y/n. He will no longer be yours by the end of the night anyway.”

He left the room after that. All you could do was stand, staring at the door where Shoto’s father stood. Enji Todoroki was a monster. You could feel tears pricking the back of your eyes, trying to crawl out.

“Y/n? Are you ready, love?” Shoto called from the hallway. You turned around quickly, grabbing your bag. “Some of the boys from our class are here already, it’s almost time to get going.” You heard him walk through the door, and you were all but kicking yourself to shake away what happened. “Y/n? Is everything okay?” Shoto asked softly, placing a hand on your elbow.

You turned to him nodded quickly. “Yeah, I, um. I just got a feeling I was forgetting something, but I remembered what it was.”

“Oh, good.” He said, smiling once he took in your outfit. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Shoto.” You said smiling, then pull him close to you. Moving your lips to meet his you sighed slightly when he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you back.

“What was that for?” Shoto asked once you pulled away. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just missed you, and I’m excited about the ball.” You said. Hopefully, you could get your mind off of the conversation you had with Enji before you reached the hall.

    A smile sat on your lips as you watched your friends dancing to the soft, slow music. Everyone looked so good tonight. So far you had been having a wonderful time, you had managed to even forget everything that happened with Enji. Dancing with Shoto a few times and sneaking a couple kisses helped a lot.

Though, it had been nearly thirty minutes since you had seen Shoto. You had been so distracted by your friends; you hadn’t realized how long it had been. Leaving the seat at your table you went to look for him. Then you saw Enji. He had a smug look on his face when you held his gaze, and your heart jumped.

“Oh no.” You muttered to yourself. You knew exactly where Shoto was now. Enji had taken him to meet some random girl, to steal him from you. Following Enji’s gesture toward the doors of the balcony, you made your way to them. Once you were on the threshold your heart fell as you saw Shoto. An absolutely gorgeous girl stood not even a foot away from him, her arms were dangerously close to being wrapped around them. This was it, you thought. The last time you’d be able to see Shoto before Enji’s horrible hands tore your relationship apart. How could Shoto resist the ‘perfect’ girl?

You gathered all the courage remaining in you and stepped onto the balcony. “Shoto?”

He turned to you, and you could feel tears in the corner of your eyes once again. “Y/n?”

“What do you want?” The girl sneered at you, her hands now resting around Shoto’s neck, his around her waist.

“Shut up.” You said through gritted teeth. So much for all the time, you spent on your makeup. The tears falling down now surely was ruining it.

“You need to leave!” She yelled at you, standing up straight now. “Don’t interrupt us!”

“No, you need to leave.” You all but growled once you were close to them, “Stop touching my boyfriend.”

“Your Boyfriend? I don’t think so.” The girl let go of his neck and her face almost turned into a snarl.

Shoto turned to the girl, a confused look on his face. “I thought you just fainted, Kanna.”

The girls, Kanna’s face went red, and she whipped toward him. “Oh, I did, Shocchan! I just, your strong arms helped me feel better.”

“I didn’t think it worked like that.” He said bluntly.

“It doesn’t, Shoto.” You said and stepped between them. Kanna squealed slightly and stomped her foot, it looked like she was beginning to throw a tantrum.

“Go away you freak!!” She yelled at you and tried to push you away. Her hands landed on Shoto however, he had moved between you and Kanna at the perfect moment.

His expression turned dark, “Don’t even try it, Kanna.”

“Oh! Shoto, I’m sorry. She is just being so annoying, ruining our special time together.” Kanna pouted.

“She isn’t ruining anything. You are. Don’t ever insult or threaten my girlfriend ever again.” Shoto moved his arm letting her hands fall from him. “Leave my sight before I do something I surely will regret.”

Kanna burst into tears, running towards the doors to the ballroom. You heard her cry out Enji’s name as she did. Shoto turned to you, and the dark expression still on his face. You had never seen him look so threatening and so hot at the same time. When he saw the tears on your face though, it fell in an instant.

“Y/n! Are you okay? What’s the matter?” Shoto questioned, holding your arms and staring into your eyes. He brought his hand up to wipe the stray tears on your cheeks.

“I, um.” You whispered; you could almost feel the concern in his eyes. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Is it about her? Don’t worry, I promise. She is one of my father’s puppets.” He said, a small frown falling onto his features. “Once in a while, my father will send her my way in hopes of us getting engaged.”

For some reason, you felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief. “I thought…. Shoto I was so scared I was going to lose you!”

“You won't ever lose me.” Shoto said pulling you close into a hug. You didn’t know when you had started shivering but you felt it now. He leaned close, his lips brushing your ear. “Trust me, darling, you’re my only one.”

A sob of relief broke out at his words and you buried your face into his chest. You had never felt that way before, it was devastating. After a few moments of just holding each other, you pulled away to look up at him.

“Your father is the worst man I ever met.” You spoke, gaining a sharp laugh from Shoto.

“You have never spoken truer words.” He smiled at you, and he noticed you were still a bit tense. “Was there anything else bothering you, love.”

“Your father,” You started, breathing in deeply. “He told me to leave you, he tried to pay me to end what we have. He said there was no future for me with you.”

“That bastard.” Shoto growled and started to move from your grasp toward the doors.

“Wait!” You cupped his face pulling him into a kiss. It was deep, rushed. It took your breath away and it stopped Shoto in his tracks. You pulled away for breath. “Shoto, I said no. That I would never leave you. I couldn’t ever.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, y/n. I fell in love with you for a reason.” He said breathlessly. Butterflies soared from your stomach up to your heart, warming your body where they touched. The music inside grew louder, and he grabbed your hand, starting to dance along with the slow music.

You moved along gracefully with the music. Following Shoto’s lead, he was an amazing dancer. When he dipped you, a giggle left your mouth. He pulled you back up and you kissed him again. “I love you too, Shoto.”

“Even if forced you to leave me, Y/n.” Shoto began, stopping the dance. Pulling you close, your bodies flush. “Push me out, I’ll pull you closer. I’ve never had something that meant so much to me.”

You shivered at his words combining with the cold in your bones. Shoto shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. He grinned at you, then bowed slightly, his hand out.

“Can I have this dance, darling?” He asked, staring at you through long eyelashes

“Absolutely, Sho.” You placed your hand in his.

He placed a soft kiss on your hand and began to move you along to the music again. Even though the night almost turned to shit, it couldn’t have ended better. Being wrapped in Shoto’s arms under the beautiful night sky. He leaned close to your ear again. “You know what we should do, Y/n? Use my father’s credit card and take this to a hotel, the night is still very young. I want to show you just how much I love you.”

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More Than This (JJ Imagine)

Author: sguymon21

Summary: can u do an imagine where jj and the reader are best friends but she tells him she likes him as more one night when she gets drunk like after the party in ep 1 or smth like that ?? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 @99sxuxii

Warning: Alcohol Use

This is my first imagine! I’m sorry if it isn’t very good!

Please send in more requests!

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JJ and I have known each other since the sixth grade. I knew him before he smoked weed, before his mom left, and before his dad began beating him. We’ve been through everything together. All of my favorite childhood memories involved him and John B. We were inseparable, but the last few months I began to see a change. The little things stopped meaning as much to him. Instead of turning to me when things got tough, he turned to John B. It hurt to see him need me less and less. Even now, he stood less than 20 feet away from me and yet we weren’t talking about the elephant in the room. He had a split lip and bruised cheek from his last interaction with his father, yet everyone was drinking and acting like he wasn’t in pain.

“Earth to y/n,” Kie said, waving her hand in front of my face. I snapped out of it and glanced over at her. “You could always go talk to JJ.”

“Ha, good one Kie,” I said, taking the drink from her hand and downing it. “He wouldn’t tell me about it even if I asked.”

“You’ve been in love with him since eighth grade y/n, when are you going to act on that?” I let out a chuckle. She wasn’t wrong. Somewhere along the line, JJ became more than a friend in my eyes. I thought that maybe he saw me that way too, but I was wrong. A few months ago, JJ and I had gotten a little too drunk and spent the night together. The way he looked at me that night made my heart flutter, but then I remember the aftermath.

I woke up entangled in JJ’s arms. His bare chest pressed firmly against me and I could feel his heart beating steadily. Light filtered in through the blinds and illuminated my room, shining directly on JJ’s sleeping face. He looked so happy, so adorable. I let out a yawn and shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. 

“Huh?” I heard his groggy voice groan out as he stretched up. I blinked a few times as I made eye contact with him. “Shit, y/n?”

“Morning,” I said, embarrassment flushed my face. Then I noticed he didn’t have the same reaction as me.

“Shit. Did we? Oh my god,” he started to get up. I wanted to reach out and pull him back into bed, but he turned and looked at me. “You’re my best friend and this was just a one time thing. Let’s act like this never happened.”

His face was awkward and uncomfortable. He looked at me like I was the biggest mistake he had ever made. I didn’t want to forget though. I didn’t want to ignore what we had done, but from that moment on, it seemed like I was just another one night stand instead of his best friend.

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” Kie asked, ripping me away from my flashback. I looked at her and shook my head. I glanced back over at the blonde touron who was grabbing him by the arm. I felt my stomach tighten.

“Let’s go get some more drinks,” I said.

Hours passed and the boneyard became packed with teens. I had downed my sixth drink and was beginning to feel the effects. I looked around, trying to spot any of my friends, but only one caught my eye. JJ. He was sitting on a log, arm around some girl and he was smiling. It wasn’t his usual smirk, but a smile. One that made my heart flutter, even when I didn’t want it too, but today it made my heart sink. Maybe the alcohol was messing with my mind. Maybe seeing him smile for another girl was too much. Maybe I was just behaving like a child. All I knew was that I couldn’t be on the beach any longer. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could. I could feel the alcohol taking over as I stumbled through the groups of people.

“Y/n!” I heard a voice shout. It distracted me for a split second and I felt my footing slip. I tumbled down into the sand hard.

“Ow…” I sat up, brushing sand off of me. Then when I looked up, JJ was standing right in front of me.

“Are you okay, y/n?” he asked, reaching a hand down to me.

“I-I’m fine,” I slurred, letting him help me up. All the sudden the world spun around me and I wobbled into his chest.

“Jesus, y/n,” JJ said, supporting me up. “How much have you had to drink?”

I thought for a second, counting the drinks on my finger. I showed him my fingers and laughed. “Thix!”

“Oh my god,” he scooped me up in his arms and I giggled. “C’mon, let's get you some rest.”

He carried me all the way to John’s van and set me down gently inside. I let out a helpless yawn and stared up at him. The moonlight was reflecting perfectly across his blonde hair. He looked so handsome.

“Hey, just like get some rest and sober up,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Did I make him that uncomfortable? I watched as he turned to go back to the party. I felt panic well up inside me and impulsively reached out to grab his hand.

“Don’t leave me,” I said desperately. He turned slowly and stared at me. “Please.”

“Y/n…” he said, taking a seat next to me.

“I-I love you,” I said. The alcohol was beginning to cloud my judgement and the words just began to spill out. “I love you, JJ. I’ve loved you since the eighth grade, and I don’t want to be just another one night stand.”

“You were never going to be just a one night stand, y/n,” he said. His blue eyes stared into mine for a second. “After we slept together, I didn’t know how to tell you that I loved you.”

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him. I felt his hand gently push a strand of hair behind my ear and stop on my cheek. I couldn’t control the smile on my face or the small giggled that slipped out of my mouth.

“You love me?” I asked, the smile only growing with time. Then he smiled, the same heart stopping smile that I saw earlier today.

“Yes, y/n. I’m in love with you,” he said. I jumped forward, throwing my arms around him. I took in the sweet smell of weed and mint that always surrounded him. I moved away slightly and stared at him. He pressed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes nervously. Then, I felt his soft lips brush against mine and we moved completely in sync. I smiled contently and felt him pull away. At that moment everything was perfect. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that…”

“I love you so much,” I whispered out. I felt a wave of exhaustion overcome me and let out a yawn. I felt his arms slip around me and pull me into him. I felt my eyes become heavy and I rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you too,” he said as I drifted off.

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Under A Peach Tree | iv | Akaashi Keiji x fem!OC

Chapter Four: Can I Call You Tonight?

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x fem!OC

Summary: Akaashi isn’t sure why but he wants to spend more time with Sasaki. He’s struggling to figure out his feelings and doesn’t want to push Sasaki’s boundaries.

Genre: romance, angst, humor if you squint and think I'm funny

Warnings: cursing, incompetent author who literally does not know how to update regularly, cringe anxious teens, broken caps lock key

Word Count: 1.8k

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I fucked up.

I watched her walk away from me.

I fucked up.

The train was shaking me, but I couldn’t feel it.

I fucked up.

I hung my bag on a hook next to my desk.

Why couldn’t you just tell her that you wanted her around?

I dried my hair with my towel, staring back at the boy in the mirror.

Why do you even want her around?

I sunk into my bed, wrapping myself in the covers.

Tomorrow came too soon. Before I knew what was happening, I was unlocking the club room and getting all the equipment ready in the gym.

Focus, Keiji. You’ve got to get this team to the Spring Tournament again.

I began warming up as the rest of the team trickled in. I set the volleyball off the wall, and it came back perfectly to my hands.

This isn’t enough.

I started going faster, running back and forth, bouncing the ball of the wall from different angles.

Just hit that same spot.

I kept going, sweat dripping down the side of my face. The cold air of the morning pricked my skin. 

Just--

I slipped. My shoes screeched against the gym floor, stopping my feet as my body flung too far to the left. I landed on the hard ground, a sharp pain in my ankle.

I fucked up.

“Akaashi-san,” Onaga called out, rushing to my side. “Are you alright?”

I rolled over onto my back, sprawling out on the floor. “I’m sure I’ll be okay,” I reassured him.

I’m definitely not okay.

I accepted his help up, and my knees almost automatically buckled. Pain flared up in my ankle.

Well, shit.

“Yeah, you’re going home.”

Onaga called Yuka and Coach Yamiji over to help me to my feet. He explained the situation to them, and Coach gave me a pointed look before telling Yuka to wrap my ankle and lock me out of the gym.

“You’re not going to actually lock me out of the gym, are you?” I asked Yuka.

She slid the door shut with a slam.

So much for being her favorite senpai.

I started on my way home.

Where did I go wrong?

I grabbed a bag of ice on my way to my room.

I’ve never been kicked out of practice like that before.

I set the ice bag against the part of my foot that hurt the most and sat down at my desk. I started to do some work written on my to-do list, but I kept glancing at my phone. I wasn’t sure why, but I kept checking to see if Sasaki had messaged me.

Yu-chan must have told her about my injury. She had to have given Sasaki my number for managerial reasons.

I picked up my phone and started looking through my social media apps for any missed notifications.

Why do I want her to message me so badly?

I opened the video calling app on my phone and called the first person on my recents list. Really, he was the only person on my recents list.

Maybe I just want attention right now.

“AGAASHE!” Bokuto’s hair filled up most of the screen. His eyebrows filled the rest. “How are you? You never call this early in the day.”

Do I want his advice or do I just want to catch up with him like normal?

“I finished my homework early, so I thought I would call you, Bokuto-san,” I replied, rubbing the nape of my neck. “How have you been?”

“I’m doing GREAT!”

I turned down the volume.

“I took Coach’s advice and stopped practicing on our days off!” he bragged. “I’ve been spending so much time just WALKING AROUND! THERE’S SO MANY FOOD STALLS HERE!!! I’LL JUST STOP ON MY WALK AND PICK UP SOMETHING TO EAT AND BE ON MY WAY!!!”

I smiled. “That’s good for you, Bokuto-san,” I said. “You always seemed a little more tense during those week-long training camps. Training nonstop didn’t do you well.”

“BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, AGAASH!!!” he exclaimed. “THE FOOD HERE IS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!”

“I’m sure it is, Bokuto-san.”

He continued talking about how much he was enjoying Osaka. Bokuto rambled on and on about the food. He had been upset that he wasn’t on the official roster for the team at first, but he was in the pool for the team to pick players from.

“It’s actually a lot nicer than I thought it would be, Akaash!” he shouted. “I’m getting to play a lot of games without feeling the pressure weigh down on me.

“I mean sure, I have to be good enough for them to put me on their team, but everyone here is good. Not that the guys at Fukurodani aren’t good. These guys are just so good. I don’t feel like I’m being pushed into a corner though. They’re pushing for me to be better in a good way.”

I nodded along. He gave me the opportunity for me to talk about what universities I was applying to. As always, he tried to convince me to go to a school with a good volleyball team so i could play.

“Hey, why are you upset?”

I blinked rapidly, his question washing over me like cold water.

How did he know?

“I’m not upset, Bokuto-san,” I responded, trying to slow my breathing.

My heart was beating faster as my mind scrambled for something, anything, to say to shake Bokuto’s interrogation.

When was he able to read me this well?

“How was your game with Nekoma yesterday?” Bokuto asked instead. He was narrowing down on everything that could have gone wrong in the last 24 hours.

I nodded my head, looking at the stack of books on my desk. “It went well,” I said. “We lost, but only barely. They have a pretty solid team while we’re still trying to get the first-years working in sync.”

Bokuto scratched his head. “Didn’t you say there was a really good first-year hitter?”

“Mamoru-kun.”

“Mamoru-kun! How is he doing?” Bokuto asked, light flashing in his eyes. “Is he giving you as much trouble as I gave you?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Bokuto-san, you weren’t as troublesome as you thought you were,” I reassured him. “But, uh, Mamoru-kun is shaping up very well. Anahori-kun actually got to play quite a bit in the last set of the game as well.”

His eyes narrowed and a wide grin graced his face.

Ah, so he’s caught on.

“I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG!” he shouted. “What’s got you so wound up?”

“You seem awfully happy that I’m upset, Bokuto-san.”

“AGAASHEE!!!”

I sighed. “So there’s this,” I hesitated, “person that I’ve gotten close with. I asked them to help Yuka-chan with her manager duties--”

“Haha! You said duties!”

“--but yesterday they quit out of nowhere,” I finished, ignoring Bokuto’s comment. “I don’t know if it was something that I did wrong, or if the team was actually stressing them out.”

My mind flashed back to Onaga’s arm around Sasaki’s shoulders. I felt my blood boil thinking about how uncomfortable she looked.

Bokuto scratched his chin. “What does this have to do with you losing to Nekoma?” he asked. Didn’t you guys just play them last weekend at the training camp?”

“I think I just got nervous with them watching,” I admitted, not realizing that it was the truth until I said it. “It’s the first game that they’ve watched, and I really wanted to impress them.”

“Oh?”

I sighed. The storm that had been brewing in my mind for the past couple days was finally settling down into a soft drizzle.

“They’ve been really distant from me, but I can see the intelligence behind their eyes. I want to spend hours talking to them about literature and school. I want to ask them a million questions about how they think the universe works.”

Bokuto laughed heartily at me.

“Why are you calling me then?”

“Wha--”

“Bye Akaashi!” he shouted. “I think you know what to do!!!”

He hung up on me. I couldn’t believe he just hung up on me. My own face looked back at me in shock.

Bokuto’s voice echoed through my room, through my mind. The phrase repeated itself over and over again.

I know what to do.

I messaged Yuka-chan.

“Took you long enough,” she sent back before sending me what I asked for.

I didn’t ask her what she meant by that.

How did Yuka-chan and Bokuto-san catch onto my feelings before I did? I’m still not even sure just how I feel.

“Hi, it’s Akaashi Keiji,” I typed out.

The blinking cursor mocked me. My thumb rapidly deleted the message and tapped out a new one.

“Hey, it’s Akaashi.”

I sent the message, my stomach uneasy with nerves.

“Can I call you tonight?”

The bubble indicating that Sasaki was typing popped up almost immediately. I felt like I was going to throw up.

Throwing my phone on my desk, I wrung my hands.

My phone buzzed, and I scrambled to pick it up. I couldn’t have her thinking I left her on read.

“I’m about to shower, but you can call me in an hour.”

I sighed in relief.

She doesn’t think I’m weird.

My phone vibrated again. “Are you alright? Did you need something?” she asked.

“I’ll call you at 19:30,” I texted back.

I’ll just explain to her what I need when i call her. Perfect. I get to talk to her.

Why do I want to talk to her?

I spent most of the next hour killing time. I cleaned my room, though it didn’t need much cleaning. I walked to the kitchen and stared at the contents of my fridge. I sat on my bed, staring at my closet in contemplation before deciding that I didn’t need to change my shirt.

By 19:28 I was lying on the ground, staring at the clock on my phone.

Should I call her exactly at 19:30? What if she thinks that’s creepy? Should I call her a little bit sooner? What if she’s busy and misses the call? Should I call her a little bit later? What if she thinks I forgot to call?

I groaned in frustration, slamming my thumb down on the screen. I quickly put my phone on speaker and laid it down next to my head.

With each ring, the pounding in my chest felt louder. My stomach felt like it was trying to dig its way into the ground.

Why is this so nerve-wracking?

“Hello?” a voice called out from the speaker on my phone. “Akaashi-san?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Hi, Sasaki-chan,” I replied.

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a/n: Most of this playlist/fic will be Dayglow songs. I love his music so much and they just vibe.

fun facts:

**I 100% made up Bokuto’s situation (I don’t know how pro sports works in Japan)

**Bokuto is Akaashi’s BEST FRIEND!!! just because he’s loud doesn’t mean he isn’t emotionally intelligent and knows what Akaashi needs!!!!

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french kiss - p.p x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Request: can you please do an imagine where the reader is teaching peter how to french kiss and it’s just cute and awkward 

“Don’t be nervous,” you reassured watching the way Peter’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. His palms were sweaty. You could tell by the way he was rubbing his thighs aggressively.

He was sitting on your bed, body facing yours but legs swinging off the edge of the bed. You, on the other hand, were sitting on your knees. Facing him, watching his every move. You watched the way his lips parted, revealing a small part of his tongue. You watched the way he played with the zipper on his hoodie, once he’d finish rubbing his palms dry on his jeans. You watched the way his eyes fluttered with anticipation.

You were starting to get a little nervous too.

“Here, let’s get you comfortable.” Your hands reached for his hoodie, urging him to take it off. Your hands worked smoothly, like you weren’t also freaking out on the inside. 

Peter gulped, quickly fumbling with the hoodie. His hands were shaking, as he tried helping you take off the garment. His arms getting stuck and it was a total mess. But when you finally managed to take it off, you let it fall behind him. You admired his biceps over the tight white t-shirt he was wearing. 

“Turn your body more,” you instructed. He nodded quickly, shifting his body so his left leg was fully resting on the mattress. His right foot still planted to the ground, as if to keep his head out of the clouds.

“Okay, are you ready?” You asked watching his breath hitch. His fingers were tapping on his thighs. And though he nodded, you wanted to hear his words. So you asked him again. 

“Yes, I’m ready. Teach me.” He said watching the way your lips curved into a smirk.

Peter had asked you to teach him how to french kiss. Yes, he really did ask you that. You hadn’t seen anything wrong with the request. You were his best friend. You spent 90% of the time together in the compound and you were training buddies. You trusted each other with everything.

Peter had never kissed a girl. At least, not like how they do it in the movies. You know, with tongue and all. He’d only gone so far as a gentle peck. Maybe it was because he spent all his time with you. At school, you were inseparable. Maybe girls just didn’t approach Peter because he seemed unavailable. In turn, that meant he hadn’t had the chance to explore.

So here you were. Hands on on your thighs, trying to control your breathing. “I’ll do and you repeat, okay?” You told him watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

Closing your eyes, you brought you head close to Peter’s letting your lips touch his briefly before pulling away. Your eyes fluttered open just to see that Peter’s were still closed.

“You do.” You said waiting for him to repeat your action. He did, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulled away he said, “Okay. I know that much.” To which you giggled, shaking your head. He really was clueless.

“I’m setting the mood, Peter.” You informed rolling your eyes, not being able to hide the obvious thumping in your chest.

“Moving on,” you said almost to yourself as you brought you face towards his again. This time, your tongue peeked through your lips brushing on his bottom lip just slightly. Peter flinched, the touch of your tongue wet and unfamiliar. Within seconds, your tongue was gone and his eyes fluttered opened.

“Try.” You instructed feeling your chest tightening, anticipating the feeling of his tongue on your lip.

Peter nodded his head, his eyes searching your eyes for reassurance. You nodded your head back, giving him the signal that it was okay.

His tongue brushed across your bottom lip shyly. The feeling of his tongue was pleasant and it lingered longer than yours. When he pulled away, he looked at you hesitantly. 

“Was that good?” He asked as his chest rose and fall. You nodded bitting your lip, tasting the remnants of his tongue. You bottom lip tingling.

“Now, open your mouth a little.” You moved your hands so they were resting on his shoulders, supporting your weight. Peter did as he was told, your face inched closer again. He could see each individual lash on your lid, that’s how close you were. 

Peter opened his mouth a little and you captured his lips in a gentle kiss. Your lips lingered before pulling away. But quickly they were back on him, your tongue brushing against his bottom lip just like you’d done before. 

“You just-” your tongue traced his top lip “gotta see what” your teeth tugged on his bottom lip “works.” You ended your sentence letting your tongue slip into his mouth finding his own. 

Peter was unsure of what to do. He wasn’t certain of what to do with his hands, which were on his thighs. He wasn’t sure of what to do with his tongue when he felt yours brush on his. He just wasn’t sure if this was crossing a line that would be impossible to uncross. 

But all his thoughts were thrown out the window when he felt your hands grab his, leading them to your waist as you scooted closer to him. You were almost almost straddling him, as your lips moved with a gentle fervor on his. 

“Just try anything. Don’t be shy,” you mumbled against his lips letting your hands wrap around his neck, one of your hands weaving into his hair. 

Peter tried swallowing the hard knot on his throat, his fingers now digging into your waist as his lips started moving with yours. It was a little sloppy, trying to find his rhythm. But soon enough you were moving in sync. You’d move your head one way, he’d move his head the other. Your bottom lip would be pulled between his teeth, then his would be pulled by your own teeth.

And then you felt his tongue sheepishly entering your mouth. You swore you almost lost it, because goddamn it he was doing it. He was really french kissing you and you just wanted to pat yourself on the back because you were a damn good teacher. 

His tongue was shy at first. Only slightly brushing over yours, but you were not holding back. You let your tongue push against him, almost as if you were challenging him to give it his all. Peter was no sucker, so he did. He gave his all and soon enough your tongues were wrestling, fighting for dominance. 

That is, until you had to come up for air. The two of you flustered and breathing heavy. You didn’t realize your eyes were still closed until Peter’s voice brought you back to reality. “How was that?” 

Your eyes flickered open. Trying to catch your breath. Trying to keep the butterflies from flying out of our stomach.

“Great. I think you’ve got it.” You were gasping for air, as the words left your lips. They were music to Peter’s ears. You watched the way his ears perked up, an accomplished look on his face. 

“Wow, that was easy.” He said extending his hand to give you a high five. You tried disguising the obvious disappointment of knowing that he would now go out into the world and share his skillful tongue with someone who was not you. 

You nodded your head, high fiving him, a silent ‘you’re welcome’. 

Peter cleared his throat, you don’t know if it was because he sensed the tension. Or he sensed the sudden change in mood. You were expecting him to excuse himself any second, but he didn’t. His eyes were glued on you, lingering down to your swollen lips. And you swore you saw a small hint of desire in his eyes.

“Maybe we can practice some more?” His words were music to your ears. They vibrated through your body like the most beautiful melody.  Because hell yeah. You could practice all night long. 

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Trust - Chapter IX.

‘I want to touch you,’ I said, looking deeply into Nick’s eyes.

‘But you won’t,’ he stated. ‘you will, however touch yourself.’ It wasn’t really a suggestion but I looked at him confused.

‘Nick–’ I started opposing, but he shot me down.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘No,’ I said, standing my ground. This was way too dangerous, way too personal.

‘Yes.’ His voice was harsh, not liking my opposition. This was Nick in dominant mode once again, he had the control and he wanted me to do whatever he wanted. ‘It won’t be any different than what we’ve already done.’

‘But–‘

‘No buts,’ he said. ‘I made a promise to you and I’m going to keep it. But I want to see you.’

‘This isn’t… comfortable for me,’ I said, biting my lip.

‘That’s a good thing since I want you to get out of your comfort zone,’ he said with a smirk. He was sure of himself, sure of this, but I still had my doubts. This was too much, another line that we shouldn’t cross. ‘Do you trust me, Milla?’ he asked a bit quieter. I looked into his eyes once again and nodded.

‘I do.’

‘Then,’ he started, leaning forward and placing his now empty glass on the coffee table. ‘take off your clothes.’

Warnings: mature content, BDSM content Pairing: Nick Jonas / Other Female Character This fanfiction can also be found on Wattpad by fnntth

I don’t own Nick Jonas or any other recognizable characters. This fanfiction is completely fictional, its only purpose is entertainment.

Chapter IX. - Boy I know you wanna touch

I’ve never actually spent the night with a man before – well, except for one of my high school friends who was nowhere near my boyfriend, rather a best friend. I was a little worried that I’d might snore, or kick Nick sometime through the night, but thankfully none of those things happened.

Laying in Nick’s arms felt so right, so natural that my tired mind couldn’t see anything wrong with it. It didn’t feel like doing something bad, it didn’t feel like cheating. As soon as Nick’s muscular arms hugged me close to his chest, so I could feel his heart beating, I felt like everything in our word was in its place.

I’ve slept probably better than any time in the past months. Nick’s proximity was like a sleeping pill, I’ve felt safe in his arms and with him holding me all night it was easy to believe that the outside world didn’t exist. That there were no fans, no Priyanka, no reputation to uphold, we weren’t living words apart in every possible sense, we were just two young people sharing a bed for the night.

When the morning came, I started waking up from the peaceful sleep slowly. First I was halfway through the land of dreams and reality, starting to sense the world around me little by little. The tiny hairs on Nick’s legs tickling my smooth skin, the warmth of him making me hot, my head on his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. One of his hands resting on my bare waist that sticks out between my top and pajama bottoms, the other holding onto my hand, while resting on his belly. I could feel the sunbeams making their way into the room, since we forgot to close the blinds yesterday.

It was all so peaceful. Something I never imagined I’d need or want, waking up next to a man that cared about me and that I had slowly started developing feelings for.

As his breaths became less calm and rhythmic, I could tell he was awake. Raising my head, not caring about what a mess my hair must’ve been, I turned to face his handsome face that somehow looked even more attractive with the glint of sleep still in his eyes.

‘Morning, Beautiful,’ he said in his hoarse morning voice, and I seriously had to hold myself back from letting go of the restraint and kissing him then and there. It was so extremely hard not to do it.

‘Hey,’ I said with a soft smile on my face, turning back to lay my head on his chest. At least this way I wasn’t face to face with his inviting pink lips. Instead, I was fronted with the very much noticeable bulge under the covers, which made me even hotter.

Sure, morning wood. That’s what someone who doesn’t usually spend the night with men is inclined to forget about. I could feel redness creeping onto my face, but Nick didn’t seem bothered by it for now. Why would he? It was completely natural.

Instead, he started running his hand from my waist to my shoulders along my spine, giving me instant goosebumps. His other hand was still holding onto mine, only for me to notice something that I haven’t paid attention since we’ve been here.

‘Where is your wedding ring?’ I asked quietly, running my fingers along his ring finger. I didn’t want to continue our fight / conversation from the night before, this was just something that I noticed. He was usually wearing it: I’ve seen it on his hand during the concert, interviews, public appearances and even our FaceTime calls.

I could feel that he sharply inhaled, then as if he was trying to calm himself, slowly exhaled. His hand on my back didn’t stop moving for a moment.

‘I took it off,’ Nick said. ‘Didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Didn’t want to think about her at all, I guess.’

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, biting my lip. Honestly, I didn’t want to think about her either. We still had a lot to think and talk about, but maybe, just maybe we could procrastinate that talk for a while. Just for today. Didn’t we deserve one day?

‘Let’s do that,’ I said finally, turning around in his arms again. ‘Let’s not think about her, it, this whole complicated situation. Let’s just enjoy today, with the condition of still being able to look into the mirror tomorrow.’

Nick looked at me with so much emotions in his eyes that I couldn’t really recognize every one of them. He was a complex man, and he usually kept his emotions well hidden, that’s why I had no idea how to read them. Unfortunately, we’ve barely spent time in the same room and reading faces through phone cameras wasn’t exactly easy.

‘Okay,’ he said with a smile on his face. ‘How ‘bout some breakfast?’

We kept to our deal of pretending that everything was fine through the whole day. Of course, we never left the suite, Nick couldn’t be seen outside and we found just enough thing to do in the hotel. It didn’t really matter where we were and what we were spending the day doing, the only important thing was that we were together.

Getting used to Nick’s presence was so easy. I was still in awe about how mundane he looked, wearing his sweatpants and a dark grey hoodie, laying on the couch while he was looking for something to watch. He was just Nick, just a boy, and probably this was the first time I could completely let go of the fact that he was Nick Jonas.

During the day, we were closer to each other than the day before, not paying so much attention to keeping our distance. For the better part of Saturday, we were cuddled up together on the couch, only moving for bathroom breaks and room service lunch. We were talking, laughing, telling stories, but most importantly enjoying each other’s physical company.

And really, for the day we managed to forget everything from the outside world, neither of us checking our phones, only concentrating on one another.

This whole day was so happy, so peaceful, yet somehow so overwhelming. The way we understood each other, the way there was no fear of sharing oud deepest thoughts and fears. The way I trusted Nick, telling him about the most embarrassing stories in my life, or talking to him about my doubts and feeling about the future. The way our minds were in sync, scared me, so did the fact that there was no border, no holding back of my thoughts. I just wanted him to know everything and wanted to know everything about him.

I’ve probably never ever trusted anyone this much. And it was scaring me.

That’s why, when Nick went to check his blood sugar after dinner, I slipped out to the balcony and lit up a cigarette, my fist since the late night one. With Nick’s constant company I didn’t feel the need to smoke, but now, after this whole idyllic, yet overwhelming day, I felt like a short break was needed.

I inhaled the nicotine, looking out to the harbor in front of me. It wasn’t particularly warm outside, I was only wearing some yoga pants and a tank top, so I had to cross my arms in front of my chest to keep myself warm.

‘I should put you over my knees and see if I can spank this bad habit out of you.’

I was so lost in my head that I didn’t even hear the balcony door open, or Nick step outside. When he spoke up, letting his presence known, I jumped a little, instantly turning around and looking at him with a shocked expression on my face.

First, I had no idea that me smoking bothered him this much. He’s told me earlier that he thought of cigarettes as nasty things, bad for your health, but I mean, he was smoking a cigar or something else here and there.

Second, the way he spoke, in a deep, threatening­– no, promising voice, it sent chills down my spine. During yesterday and today we’ve never really brought up the sex topic. It was quite easy – or at least easier - keeping my hands to myself, while we were just casually speaking about everything and anything, speaking about sex or anything related to it would’ve made things even harder.

I thought Nick was with me on this, but now I seriously felt like that he was just postponing this topic for me to get as comfortable around him as possible. Sex itself was part of Nick as a person. The sexual energy always radiated off him, making it almost impossible to hold myself back. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

The air around us instantly changed, now charged with sexual tension. It’s not like I wasn’t hyper aware of Nick’s proximity ever since I set foot in the suite. I could feel his body next to my all day around, when he moved, I felt the changes in the air. His intoxicating scent filled my lungs, and anytime we touched – on purpose or not -, I winced from the electricity between us.

I could’ve expected this, yet I was extremely surprised. I didn’t think we’d go there, to talking about sex, while we were so close to each other physically. It was an even more dangerous game that we’ve been playing before.

‘Put it out and come inside,’ he ordered and I didn’t even think about denying his order. He could control me from thousands of miles apart, because I gave that power to him. Now that we were in the same room, his effect was even more intensive, it’s like my body didn’t even wait for an order from my own mind, it just blindly followed Nick’s request.

I looked at him with my lips parted as I re-entered the living area of the suite. The mood in the room definitely changed from the flirty and playful to much more dangerous and sexually charged. It’s ridiculous how quickly this was possible.

Nick was sitting on the couch, his posture composed, yet he seemed completely in control. He was sitting in a power pose, letting me know if I had any doubts that he took over all of the control of the conversation. His face was expressionless, yet his eyes were glistering with mystery and excitement. I took a seat across him, in one of the comfy armchairs, so only a coffee table was separating us. I deemed this safer than sitting next to him.

Not that I didn’t trust that he was going to keep to his word of not touching me. Perhaps I was a little confused about it a few minutes earlier, but my thoughts were calmer now as I adjusted to this situation. Nick wanted to play. Hell, I wanted to play too. And this was possibly the only time we could do it personally and not through the screens of our smart devices. I trusted him to know where the line was and I trusted him in keeping his vow of not touching me, not doing anything that would make us cheaters.

However, I did not trust myself. I did not think that my self-control was going to be strong enough to keep me from touching him. So, I had to be confident in Nick having that power over me too, in being able to control me, to keep me from doing something that would make me extremely guilty tomorrow.

It was ridiculous, the fact that I trusted him with my own control more than I trusted myself.

‘Did you ever think about the reason BDSM excites you?’ he asked, licking his lips, as if it wasn’t hard enough to stay in my seat. This is when I noticed the wine glass on the coffee table, one that Nick has clearly poured for me while I was outside. It was a little funny how well he got to know me, sensing that I needed something to relax my nerves. I reached for it, taking a sip and Nick did the same with the glass of scotch he already had in his hand.

If I had any doubts about the conversation turning sexual, they were all gone the moment he asked this question. I can imagine how long he was planning of bringing it up, I could tell that talking about sex, talking about BDSM excited him, made him more vigilant. It excited me too, much more than I would’ve ever imagined. Just this question of his made me warm and I could feel the tingling sensation between my legs, which I tried to cover up by crossing my legs, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nick of course. His only reaction was a smirk.

‘Not really,’ I answered. ‘Probably because I like to always have control of myself and the things around be. Giving that up is…’

‘Dangerous?’

‘Scary,’ I said.

‘But it’s something you need,’ he stated, taking another sip of his drink. ‘You need a place to let go of all the stress of being a smart and successful woman. You need to be put into your place, shown that letting go of control is not the worst thing in the world.’

‘What about you? Why does it excite you? You are in control during the day, why do you want it even during the night?’ I asked, not really having a filter at this point anymore. We were past me being embarrassed, or not knowing each other or not trusting each other.

‘Because I have a different interpretation of being in control than you do,’ he said in his deep voice. ‘For you, being in control is overwhelming, pretending that you can manage everything is sometimes just inconvenient. For me, control is who I am, I’ve always been in charge of everything. So, having the control during sex is something that makes me thrive, having control over someone is like a drug.’

‘Do you think of yourself as a Dom?’ I asked a question that I’ve been thinking about for quite a while. ‘I mean, I called you dominant a few times and you never denied it.’

‘I am dominant. In my career, mostly in my life and especially during sex. But I am not a Dom,’ he answered without hesitation.

‘What is exactly the difference?’ I had my own interpretation of the difference between the two things, but I wanted to hear Nick’s point of view.

‘I’d dominate the hell out of you during sex,’ he said easily, as if it was just yesterday’s news that we were discussing. ‘I’d make you beg, I’d punish you, I’d spank you.’ His words were making me clench my legs even tighter. ‘But I’d never take that to any other part of our lives. I would never expect you to serve me during the day, or call me Sir outside of the bedroom. Just as you would never submit to me during the day, never let me make decisions for you or oblige to my every request. This is what makes you submissive, but not a Sub and me dominant, but not a Dom.’

‘How many people know this about you?’ I asked, taking another sip of my wine. I was excited, aroused and looking into Nick’s dark eyes didn’t exactly help. He looked so comfortable, talking about these things, he was still completely in control of the conversation and of his posture.

‘Me liking rough sex? Not many,’ he said, running a hand down his stubble. ‘A few close friends. Joe. My exes.’ I wasn’t surprised about Joe knowing this about his little brother, I imagine there weren’t many secrets left between them. ‘I know that you feel like this, being interested in BDSM makes us different, Milla, but it really doesn’t. Most of the relationships aren’t just vanilla, even if people barely talk about it. Elements of domination usually show up here and there.’

‘Yeah, elements,’ I nodded. ‘Not the whole package. Not completely submitting to another person.’ There was a difference. ‘When was the first time you started realizing this about yourself?’ I asked the next question.

‘When the band went on a break,’ Nick said, not moving his gaze from mine for a moment. Even if he was only wearing sweats, he looked so hot, especially talking about this topic that I wanted to move from the armchair, sit on his lap and forget anything else. ‘I had more than a few one night stands, then somehow ended up in a club with a friend.’

‘A club?’ I asked, my breath getting caught in my thought. As if this whole conversation wasn’t hot enough. ‘A BDSM club,’ I assumed.

‘Yes. It was quite exclusive, everyone had to sign NDAs when walking through the door,’ he said. ‘The first time I went, it was just out of curiosity. I wanted to know what happened at these parties. I was quite surprised to find it exciting and to want to go back.’

‘How was your girlfriends’ reaction to this?’ I couldn’t hold back the questions, I wanted to know everything. ‘Did they let you have your way?’

Nick looked at me for a long minute, contemplating of answering this question, not because of the trust factor, but because we agreed to leave the outside world out for the day. This wasn’t us bringing it into the room, this was just me getting to know him. He must’ve made the same conclusion too, since after a sip he answered.

‘Olivia was quite surprised the first time I spanked her. She didn’t necessarily like it, I could tell, but she let me try a few things. The flings after her, they didn’t really get the whole thing, but it wasn’t serious with any of them anyway.’

‘And Demi?’ I asked, biting my lip. I knew that they had sex, he’s told me before.

‘It was complicated.’ This was all he said. I studied his expressionless face, but decided not to let it go.

‘Demi is also dominant,’ I assumed. She was a girl-boss, a successful extremely talented woman, dealing with addictions that she couldn’t control. I imagine during sex she needed the control and wasn’t willing to give it up. ‘That’s why your relationship didn’t work out. Sex wasn’t working the way either of you wanted and neither of you was willing to let go of control.’

‘Sometimes you’re way too smart,’ he said hesitantly, confirming my theory.

‘What about Priyanka?’ I asked, biting my lip. Bringing her up didn’t freeze the mood, she was just like any other past girlfriend of Nick’s. He looked at me quietly for way too ling, his fingers playing around the glass on the armrest. Talking about Priyanka is different for Nick, she’s not just some past girlfriend, she’s currently in his life. Sharing this with me means sharing problems in his present.

‘She’s a vanilla girl.’ This is all he says and finally, finally I have a reason of why he is here with me, of why his marriage isn’t working the way it’s supposed to. ‘We talked about it a few times, but she was always so against it that I didn’t push.’ I let out the breath that I didn’t even notice I was holding back. Somehow it calmed me, the fact that Nick does not dominate his wife, that control is something she can’t give him.

‘So, you went about two years without doing what comes natural to you.’ I was careful with my words, sensing the sensitivity of this topic.

‘And I thought I can do that for the rest of my life,’ he nodded, pure honesty radiating off his face. ‘I believed that it was a small price to pay for being married to the love of my life.’ I bit my lip, keeping my face expressionless, even though I hated hearing him referring to Priyanka as the love of his life. ‘Turns out, I’m too weak to do that.’

I couldn’t react to this. I had no idea what was the right reaction. After months he’s given me a reason to why we were doing this, yet it wasn’t the reason I was looking for. Before my doubts could change the whole mood of the evening, Nick has changed the topic.

‘What kind of porn turns you on?’ he asked out of the blue, and I almost choked on my wine. I looked at him with a shocked expression, earning a smug grin from him. ‘BDSM, I know, but I want details.’

‘Why do you even assume that I watch porn?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows. I didn’t feel embarrassed, I just wanted to know what was going on in his head.

‘Where else would a woman with your sexual charge find satisfaction if having sex with men isn’t on the table currently?’ he asked with a smirk. ‘Tell me.’

‘I like rough and bondage videos,’ I started, biting my bottom lip. ‘Sometimes I watch threesomes.’

‘Two guys one girl?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded. ‘Also domination and submission films.’

‘What else?’ he asked, his voice slightly more excited, but still not moving from his reserved space.

‘Toys, spanking,’ I said, and Nick instantly nodded, as if he assumed this. ‘And one of my recent favorites is…’

‘Yes?’ he asked, leaning a bit forward.

‘Throat fucking videos,’ I said quietly, feeling dirty from even pronouncing these words. I could hear Nick’s sharp inhale, though he didn’t really seem surprised. ‘Especially the ones with the upside down position.’

My words were affecting him, I could tell. The dim light helped cover the growing bulge in his pants, but I could see some outlines, which was affecting me as well. I shifted again in my seat, the tingling between my legs intensifying as his darkening eyes followed my moves.

‘What about choking?’ he asked, his voice hoarser than before. This is when I realized that we weren’t just talking about my porn watching habits, rather about limits. Not that there was any chance in the near future that we’d need them, but Nick wanted to know. He wanted to know what excited me, and wanted to see how far he could go if given the chance.

‘I like watching it,’ I replied a bit hesitantly. ‘I don’t know if I’d like feeling it.’ Nick’s glance told me that he was sure I’d like it.

‘Anal sex?’ he threw the next question to the table.

‘Watching or doing?’ I asked, clarifying the question.

‘Both.’

‘I’m not sure.’ I really wasn’t, this wasn’t something I’ve thoroughly thought about before. ‘I just can’t imagine how that can be enjoyable for a woman.’

‘Trust me, it can.’ And I trusted him. Not that we’d ever get the chance to actually try it, not with how things were standing now. ‘About toys, what is the absolute no for you?’

‘I don’t like the clamps,’ I said, thinking back to the porn videos I’ve watched before. ‘And probably the electricity is a bit too much.’ Nick nodded.

‘We’ve clarified that you like the idea of spanking,’ he said and I nodded. We’ve clarified this in the first sexual phone call we’ve had. ‘Only palm or whips too?’

‘I’m curious about whipping,’ I admitted, moving a bit around once again, trying to create some friction for my throbbing core.

‘Stop fidgeting,’ he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his conversation was having on me. ‘Blindfolding?’

‘Yes.’

‘Vibrators?’ We were getting down to business. I liked this.

‘Yes. You do know this all is just theoretical, right?’ I’ve never done any of the things above with a man, and even though Nick knew this, I felt the need to remind him.

‘I do,’ he nodded. ‘That’s what makes it so good, you are like a virgin in this,’ Nick smirked and I couldn’t argue with him. ‘Where would you let me come?’ I froze for his question. This wasn’t the porn talk anymore, or at least I don’t think so. Only thinking about the answer made me hotter straightaway, making me blush. Nick looked at me expectantly.

‘Everywhere,’ I said, which startled him clearly, or at least that what I think clearing his throat implied. His eyes widened and I liked this reaction, which made me smugly smile at him. I liked that he wasn’t the only one that could surprise me.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, the bulge in his pants even more visible now. I needed to touch myself, but the factor that we were in the same room was stopping me. It was different on FaceTime. I couldn’t stop myself from moving around, clenching my legs harder as I was emptying my wine glass.

‘I want to touch you,’ I said, looking deeply into Nick’s eyes.

‘But you won’t,’ he stated. ‘you will, however touch yourself.’ It wasn’t really a suggestion but I looked at him confused.

‘Nick–’ I started opposing, but he shot me down.

‘Take off your clothes.’

‘No,’ I said, standing my ground. This was way too dangerous, way too personal.

‘Yes.’ His voice was harsh, not liking my opposition. This was Nick in dominant mode once again, he had the control and he wanted me to do whatever he wanted. ‘It won’t be any different than what we’ve already done.’

‘But–‘

‘No buts,’ he said. ‘I made a promise to you and I’m going to keep it. But I want to see you.’

‘This isn’t… comfortable for me,’ I said, biting my lip.

‘That’s a good thing since I want you to get out of your comfort zone,’ he said with a smirk. He was sure of himself, sure of this, but I still had my doubts. This was too much, another line that we shouldn’t cross. ‘Do you trust me, Milla?’ he asked a bit quieter. I looked into his eyes once again and nodded.

‘I do.’

‘Then,’ he started, leaning forward and placing his now empty glass on the coffee table. ‘take off your clothes.’

So, I did this time. I felt extremely uncomfortable, vulnerable, bare in front of him, as he studied my every move. There was nothing sexy in this strip, I took off my yoga pants and my tops, but left on my panties and bra for now. I already showed much more of my skin to him than I’ve ever wanted. I felt insecure, so I tried covering as much of my belly with my hands as possible, while Nick still hasn’t moved or turned his glance away.

‘Don’t do that,’ he asked, his voice slightly softer now.

‘I’m not happy with my body, Nick,’ I shrugged. I’ve never really talked about this with him before, it wasn’t a topic that I deemed necessary to touch while we were only talking on the phone or FaceTiming.

‘You’re extremely sexy. Your body is amazing. One day, when I’m able to touch you, I’m going to show you just how beautiful it is,’ he said, his voice sounding like a promise. ‘I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever.’

I swallowed, but still nodded. My mind was playing around his promise, hoping that our relationship will actually see a day, when we can touch each other.

‘Are you going to take off your clothes?’ I asked quietly, just as I was sitting back into the armchair. Nick silently nodded, then got up, getting rid of his T-shirt and sweatpants. I was like a hungry kid, watching him strip out of his clothes, letting them pool at his feet.

He looked so sexy, so amazing that I felt even worse about my body. The muscles of his young self were less defined now, but his V-lines were still clearly visible. His muscular upper arm and, oh, his thighs made my mouth water, but not as much as the outline of his member under the white Calvin Klein boxers. I wanted to touch him, I could have, but just as I would’ve raised my hand, he shot a strict glance into my direction.

‘Take off your bra,’ he ordered and I shook my head.

‘Underwear on you means underwear on me,’ I said, holding onto this.

‘One piece of underwear on me means one peace of underwear on you,’ he corrected, looking at me with expectation in his eyes.

‘That’s not fair.’

‘Life isn’t fair, Dear,’ he chuckled, but leaned forward, elbows on his knees. There wasn’t even three feet distance between us, we could’ve easily touched. We didn’t. I unclasped my bra and threw it on the rest of my clothes, just revealing another body part of mine that I didn’t like. Nick could sense it. ‘Now tell me, what is your problem with your lovely breasts?’

‘Too big,’ I shrugged. I always wanted perky little boobs, but nature didn’t listen to my wishes. ‘Even my nipples are too big.’

‘There’s no such thing as too big boobs, trust me,’ he chuckled, clearly enjoying the view, as he couldn’t move his glance from my chest area. He moved a hand to his crotch, adjusting himself in his boxers, which made me involuntarily growl.

‘I want to see you,’ I said, looking at him expectantly. Even if I couldn’t touch him tonight as I wanted to, I could see him if he let me. Nick looked like he was weighing his options for a minute.

‘Since you asked so nicely,’ he smirked, slowly pulling down his underwear. My lips fell open, I didn’t actually expect him to fulfill my wish.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Nick was actually naked, sitting on the couch across me. His member was hard, glistering with pre-come. He was even bigger than I’ve expected, he’s had both the girth and the length. I would’ve closed my eyes for the thought of what he could exactly do with it, but I was way too mesmerized to look away at all. I didn’t care if I was embarrassing myself, but Nick didn’t seem to think so, since he just chuckled at my reaction.

He didn’t touch himself yet, just comfortably laid back, and let his penis slightly lean against his abdomen, his happy trail. I’m sure it was a torture for him as well, yet nothing could be seen on his face.

‘When you’re done staring, it’s your turn,’ he noted, and I didn’t care. I didn’t even try to oppose, just took off my panties, and sat back, a little worried that my wetness would make a stain on the fabric. I closed my legs, so he couldn’t see anything, which Nick didn’t exactly like. ‘No, no, no, you see, if you can see me, I get to see you.’

I bit my lip, a little bit embarrassed about opening my legs for him to see my most private parts. It would’ve been different if we were having sex. But now, me spreading my legs felt uncomfortable. Nick had an impatient look in his eyes, so I still did it, just slightly parting my thighs so he could see my lady parts.

‘You’re wet,’ he said, with a smug smirk on his face. He was clearly satisfied with himself. ‘You haven’t even touched yourself yet, and you’re so wet I can see it from here. I must be really good,’ he chuckled.

‘Jerk,’ I groaned, throwing a cushion at him, which he caught and placed onto the couch next to him. “You’re hard, so I must know something too,’ I shrugged. I liked this, the mood in the room heated and playful at the same time.

‘How ‘bout we help ourselves then, hm?’ he asked, raising his eyebrow. He didn’t wait for an answer, which told me that even though he was still in control, he started getting impatient. He took his shaft into his right hand, giving himself a few short strokes and groaning. I’m pretty sure I could’ve come from hearing that manly voice. I mirrored his movement, running a hand down my belly to my clit, only to moan immediately.

‘Shit.’ I was closer than I thought before, and seeing Nick pleasure himself didn’t exactly help in holding back. It was all so hot.

I concentrated on his hand running up and down on his shaft. His head was so pink, that my mouth started watering instantly. I wanted to take him into my mouth, taste him, lick him, suck him.

‘D’you think you could take me?’ he asked, sensing my glance on his shaft.

‘I could try,’ I replied without a moment of hesitation, my fingers rapidly moving on my clit just at the thought. ‘Then I’d try again and again, until I can take you fully.’ Nick groaned.

‘Give yourself a finger,’ he commanded and I looked up surprised at him. I didn’t know we were – or he was – giving orders on how to use our hands tonight. I did what he asked though, sinking one finger into my hole rhythmically, meanwhile my other hand continued to play with my clit. I moaned.

‘I won’t last long,’ I warned him, my glance returning to his beautiful member that was thick, the veins on it throbbing. This told me he was pretty close too. We were going to come together, but something didn’t feel right. The distance between us was way too much.

This is when I was reminded to a scene from an old fanfiction I’ve read, and without thinking I acted on it. I quickly stood up and walking around the coffee table, I was standing in front of Nick, not caring that he could see every bit of my body up close.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked, his tone curious, his posture freezing a bit.

‘I need to be closer to you,’ I said.

‘You know I can’t touch you,’ he replied, his tone strained. His hand stilled on his cock, but I could sense his need to come.

‘I know, and you won’t have to,’ I put my hands on Nick’s shoulder, making him lean back on the couch, while I kneeled on either side of his thighs. We were dangerously close to each other and it was all my fault – not that Nick really opposed. I was sitting on those damn sexy thighs of his, merely inches away from his cock, and I wanted him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Yet I knew that we couldn’t cross that line. Confusion was all over Nick’s face as he removed his hand from his cock, ready to push me away. He promised, after all that he wouldn’t let me do anything stupid.

I wanted to kiss his pink lips so badly.

‘You won’t touch me in any way you wouldn’t touch your fans or friends,’ I cited his words from yesterday. ‘But I want to be close to you when we come.’

Nick looked at me silently for a long second. Then, he replaced his right hand on his cock, while his left on the armrest – I liked to think that it was for keeping him from touching me.

‘If you move one inch closer, I’m pushing you off,’ he warned, and I loved how he was keeping to that stupid promise he made to me, even in this aroused and hazy state of mind. I nodded, my fingers back on my clit. ‘Add another finger,’ he commanded, so now two of my fingers were slipping in and out of me. I couldn’t stop moaning.

Nick’s movements on his cock also speeded up. For minutes nothing could be heard in the room, but my moans and his groans. I felt hotter than ever, more on edge, sexier, closer to orgasm than before. I could feel Nick’s thigh muscles clenching under me as he was involuntarily thrusting up into his own palm.

I was breathing rapidly and so was he. The tiny hairs on his thigh tickled my skin, the sensation of him being under me, yet barely touching, almost sent me over the edge. All I could think about was him; how amazing he looked as he was getting closer and closer to release, how little pearls of sweat were starting to show on his forehead. How he never moved his glance away from my own, like he could see right into my soul.

‘If I ever let you ride me,’ he started, his voice heavy with passion. ‘I’d make sure you could feel me in the pit of your stomach.’

‘Nick–‘

‘I’d be so deep inside of you,’ he continued, his voice hoarse, his movements even faster than before, his breathing rapid. He was close, but so was I. I had no idea how he had enough composure to talk in coherent sentences. All I could focus on were my fingers inside of me and on my clit and Nick’s intoxicating proximity. The way he was thrusting upwards also moved me, sending small vibrations through my body.

‘I’m going to–‘

‘Curl your fingers and come with me,’ he gave the permission that I didn’t even know I was seeking. I didn’t need anything else, my body acted instantly and let go, about the same moment when I heard Nick’s animalistic groans and felt his come coating my skin on my belly.

I’ve never had an orgasm so intense. The second I curled my fingers, it was like I got into a different world. I forgot to breathe and moaned so loudly, it could easily be mistaken for a scream. I collapsed onto Nick’s chest, panting heavily, just as he came down from his own high.

For long minutes I was unable to talk or move, but so was Nick. We were laying in our own comes, his semen all over both of our abdomens, my juices dripping down on my thighs onto Nick’s. I should’ve felt embarrassed, I’ve expected myself to feel awkward about it, but I didn’t. Not now, not with him.

Nick was the first one to regain his consciousness. He carefully placed a hand on my waist, while he hooked the other under my knee and turned us around, laying me onto the untouched part of the couch.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said softly, giving a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. Then he disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he was back, his body cleaned, with a wet towel in his hand. Just as I was about to get up, he pushed me back. ‘Shh, stay still.’

He started cleaning himself off my belly with soft movements, then he also wiped my thighs off, carefully, so our skins weren’t touching. Not that it really mattered anymore. I think in my post-orgasm haze I cared about nothing but the boy so softly cleaning me.

‘What a gentleman,’ I smiled. I didn’t feel uncomfortable, even if we were still both naked. It was a new thing for me, being so intimate with someone, trusting someone so much that I didn’t try to cover every part of my body from him.

‘My mother taught me to clean up after myself,’ he replied cheekily. He took the towel back to the bathroom, then went to the minibar to fetch us some water bottles. I didn’t even realize how dry my throat was.

I sat up carefully on the couch, following Naked Nick around with my gaze, trying to memorize everything about him. Reaching down to the ground, his T-shirt was the first thing to get caught in my fingers, so I put that on, trying to deny how much my stomach clenched when his scent filled my lungs even more intense than before.

‘This was probably one of the hottest things ever,’ I said, taking the water bottle from him, as he was pulling his underwear up before retaking his seat on the couch.

‘Yeah, it was,’ he said, smugly smiling at me. ‘My T-shirt looks good on you.’

‘Really?’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘Then I’m keeping it.’

We ended up sleeping in the same bed again, with significantly less clothes than the night before. He was only in his boxers, while I was in his T-shirt and clean panties.

As much as being in his arms made me happy, something didn’t let me rest peacefully. My mind kept going there again and again, the guilt was coming back, even heavier than before. I knew that as good as this felt, it wasn’t right, and I also knew that we couldn’t return to our respective homes before clearing things up.

Tomorrow was going to be a bad day, I could feel it. Yet, I tried concentrating on the strong arms under my head and around my waist as long as I could, and the curly haired boy whom I never thought I’d ever get this close to.

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flawsome bandits pt. 18 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Sleep Kicker 

Part 18! I hope you all are doing well, my darlings! I would love to hear some feedback from you all on how you think the story is progressing! Don’t you worry, this story is not done yet, but we are getting close to the beginning of the end ;)

Warnings - fluff! 

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“Ow…” 

Y/n inhaled sharply as Sonic kicked her once again in the shin, igniting even more pain throughout her already sore legs. 

“OW! Shit…” She breathed, pulling her legs up to her chest. She sighed. Of course, Sonic would never intentionally hurt her. He was fast asleep, she could tell by the snoring adorable sleep-mumbling. She could only hope he was kicking Robotnik’s ass in his dream. Unfortunately for her, thanks to his increased stress levels, the main thing he was kicking right now was her legs. And it wasn’t just those gentle, teasing kicks, oh no. These were the kind that he used when he got very determined to win during Wachowski soccer tournaments. It hurt like hell, she wasn’t going to lie. And she was beginning to develop some nasty bruises from the trauma too. But every time she tried a different sleeping position, his feet somehow found a way to kick them. She had tried multiple times to wake him up, but he was such a heavy sleeper that he could have slept through a hurricane and not even stirred. 

Guess living with a stable roof over his head had made him let down his guard a little bit. 

She loved Sonic with all her heart, but it was very well known that if there was one thing he was good at, it was fighting. And his kicks were no exception. Sighing, she turned onto her back and glanced over at her boyfriend as he slept. He looked so peaceful. The kicks had stopped now, thank goodness. Raising one of her arms, she gently stroked his jawline and smiled softly to herself. All of the years that they had spent together, he was her one constant. The one being that she would protect with her life. If it came down to it that they couldn’t handle the fight between Robotnik and them, she would do anything to stop him from hurting Sonic. Even if it meant-

“OW! Sonic!” She hissed, trying her best to bite back tears as his foot collided with her shin once again.

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The next morning, Y/n wasn’t in her best mood. Getting kicked in the shin all throughout the night will do that to you. But after she forced a couple cups of coffee down her throat, she was at least sociable and not entirely conflicted. Knuckles had been the one to recommend that they move their camp site since it was already known to Shadow and Robotnik and they were getting closer to becoming ready for battle by the day. Because of his warning, they all decided that it would be best to move a couple of miles east just in case. 

While Spirit, Tails, and Knuckles drove ahead in the truck, Y/n and Sonic stretched their abilities. It had been a little while since they had practiced using their powers besides the spontaneous callings when Robotnik or Shadow or even Knuckles had shown up out of the blue for a little practice-sparring. Though Y/n hated to admit it, she was beginning to wonder if her abilities were growing a bit too far out of her control. Maybe some practice would be good for her; help her regain a bit of a grip on reality. She hadn’t heard the singing ever since they left for this trip, so that had to be at least a decent sign that things were going okay with her. Sonic, on the other hand, couldn’t have been better. He adored the idea of getting to spend some quality time with his lady by doing the one thing that they loved most: racing.

“I’ll give you three seconds for a head start,” Sonic offered as he stretched his quads, sending Y/n a wink. “Only for you, sweetheart!”

His offer warmed her heart as she felt her powers itching to get in some practice. She pulled one of her arms across her chest and hummed gently, staring towards the truck as Tails, Spirit, and Knuckles drove to their new spot. “Don’t you dare go easy on me, cutie,” She teased. “Or I’ll leave you in my dust.”

“You’re on!” Sonic’s emerald eyes turned blue with electric excitement of the chase, and in less than two seconds later, they were off, racing and flying through the grass. It didn’t take them long to pass by the truck, and they made sure to do plenty of loop-arounds so as to not lose their friends. The adrenaline pumped through their veins in sync, allowing them to let their energies mingle while they stretched their limbs. But while they zipped and zigzagged through the forest, Y/n’s emotions began to change. 

The faster she went, the more she thought about the vision she had. The quicker her heartbeat, the more she began to fear going up against Robotnik and Shadow. The more rapidly she breathed, the more she began to feel like crying. Smoke clouded her lungs until she couldn’t breathe, Robotnik’s crazy laughter filled her ears, and Shadow’s claws sank into her shoulder blades as she held the poison in her hands. 

No. 

No, no, no, no, no! 

In her fit of unravelling, Y/n didn’t notice the tree coming closer to her until she had rammed into it, causing her to fall backwards onto the ground with a plop. Her forehead throbbed as she panted, her eyes wide and heart racing. But nothing seemed real to her right now. She was too… scared. Why did she have to see that? Why did she have to listen to the voice every time it was called to her? Why? Sonic had been having such a fun time racing that he didn’t notice Y/n lying on the ground right away. But in that moment, her mind was swirling so fast that she couldn’t seem to drag herself back into the waking world. The universe of hypotheticals had consumed her whole as she felt the dampness of the dirt beneath her nuzzle against her fur, trying to pull her into its depths.

Could they really do it?

What made them think that they could? Facing Robotnik alone had been a hard enough challenge, regardless of how much boasting they liked to do. Even though Sonic didn’t like to think about it, they had almost died. Y/n had watched him die in her arms before she healed him with her powers. Then he finished the job with his emotion-fuel. But the thing about their abilities was that they didn’t last forever. When Sonic and Y/n had been ring-jumping in an attempt to get away from the crazy doctor, Y/n had already begun to grow tired when they were in the desert. Their powers couldn’t keep them going forever. That was the downside. 

They were powerful, but on a time crunch.

Robotnik was powerful, too, and the worst part? Machines don’t have time limits. Robotnik could keep going for as long as he wanted too, and if Sonic or Y/n so much as took a break, it would push them back in their progress. Sure, now they had Spirit, Tails, and even Knuckles on their side. But they didn’t seem like they had been through many battles. Spirit was good with baseball bats, Tails was good at tech, and Knuckles was good with his fists, but against Shadow? A hedgehog that had every ability that Sonic did, but better? They didn’t stand a chance, did they? And if what Knuckles said was true and that they had been working on a Metal Sonic primed to take them out, then they were as good as dead.

What made them think they could do this?

What? Tears threatened to spill down Y/n’s cheeks as she bit down hard on her lip. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to fix this. A way to prevent the fight that would eventually happen from breaking out. A way to stop Robotnik from hurting her friends and even her family. A way to make sure that no one died and nothing was wrecked. She would have to be very careful about it though, there was no way that Sonic would go along with it if he found out. But she was willing to do anything to protect him, right? 

Even… Even if it meant… 

No. She wasn’t going to think too much about it now. Because if she thought about it too

much, then she might convince herself against it. It was indeed one of the craziest ideas she had ever come up with, but it was one that might just be crazy enough for Robotnik to accept. She’d have to try, and be very sneaky about it. Perhaps after they had all fallen asleep for the night. An immediate damper was placed upon her heart, but Y/n knew that if she were going to fix things then this was one of the only ways to make sure that no one got hurt.

Would he accept her proposal? I guess she’d have to find out herself.

♡♡♡

Later that night, Y/n had decided that she was going to try and sleep in the bed of the truck rather than next to Sonic. It wasn’t that she wanted to sleep away from him, as they had both become very used to sleeping next to each other, and he was a big source of comfort for her, but the kicking was something she needed a break from. Plus, if she was going to put her plan into action, it might help if she put some distance between her and him… 

No matter how much it killed her…

She had to do this. For him. Because she loved Sonic with all her heart.

“N/n?” Sonic’s voice broke her out of her train of thought. She froze, her pillow clutched tightly to her chest. The look of confusion on his face broke her heart. “What are you doing?”

“Um, I…” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Come on, Y/n, you can do this… “I’m going to sleep in the truck bed tonight… if that’s okay with you?”

Sonic’s eyes slowly began to lose their light, his ears drooping. Y/n squirmed, having to physically bite her tongue in order to prevent herself from taking it all back. 

“Y-Yeah, of course that’s fine, but, umm, why?” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, but the look of absolute heartbreak was prominent. He reminded Y/n of a scolded puppy and it made her want to smack herself for doing this to him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” She blurted before she could stop herself, her e/c eyes widening. Y/n took a couple steps towards him, her need to comfort him stronger than she thought. “Of course you didn’t do anything wrong! It’s just… you’re a sleep-kicker. Or, at least, now you are. And I tend to be your punching bag, haha…” She tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but it came out more downhearted than anything. Sonic’s expression continued to drop, but there was a small flicker of relief that crossed over his face at her explanation.

“Oh? That’s all? I mean, I’m so sorry! I swear, I don’t mean to-”

“I know you don’t,” Y/n quickly interrupted. “I know, I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings…” It was the truth, and nothing but it. She felt disgusted with herself for not telling him about it sooner, but when Sonic gently wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled down warmly at her, she knew that she had nothing to be worried about.

“You know you can talk to me about anything!” It was a statement, not a question. “Come on, I promise that I won’t kick you tonight. We could try a different sleeping position?” 

Even though the part of her brain that knew she was going to do something crazy was begging her to say no and to sleep in the bed, her overwhelming love for the electric blue hedgehog won by a landslide. Besides, even if she did try to sleep in the bed, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. Sonic’s body warmth and heartbeat had played a big part in lulling her into the dream realm, and ever since they had started sharing a “bed”, she had slept better than she ever had before. Even her old bed at home couldn’t compare to the feeling of sleeping next to someone who loves you as much as you love them. 

Y/n gently nodded her head, and he led her back over to their makeshift mattress that they had been sleeping on. It was the one closest to the fire since Sonic got cold during the night, and Spirit and Knuckles had already retired for the night while Tails took first watch. As Y/n snuggled under the blankets, she felt Sonic’s arms wrap around her waist. Surprised, she glanced back over her shoulder only to be greeted with a pair of beautiful emerald orbs. 

“Is this okay with you?” He asked softly. She nodded her head slowly, already feeling the butterflies begin to panic within her stomach. 

He wants to cuddle! They screamed. I repeat! He wants to cuddle! Like an adorable little married couple! 

Y/n couldn’t help but grin at her foolishness and turned around in his arms so she was facing him. Shifting until she found a comfortable spot, she rested her head on his chest, much like the way they had been the night they slept out on the couch together. It seemed to be the position that they both found the most comfortable, and before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep. 

♡♡♡

“We don’t have any alcohol?” Shadow whined, watching with tear-puffy eyes as Robotnik worked on his project. “Are you surreee?”

“Yes, Shadow,” Robotnik snarled, his grip on the wrench in his hand tightening significantly. “Why the hell do you even need alcohol anyway?”

“Because,” Shadow hiccuped like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Y/n doesn’t love me and I can’t kill her boyfriend no matter how hard I try.”

Robotnik froze, and slowly began to turn around to stare at his last minion. Of course he had known about this before, it was impossible for him to not have caught on with all of the whining and obsessions that Shadow had been demonstrating about the icy hedgehog. He had seen it as an incentive, motivation for Shadow to take out the hedgehogs. Robotnik knew full well that there was no way it would ever work out, but it’s not like he actually cared. That’s why he let Knuckles leave without so much as a fight; the echidna was an idiot anyway. 

But this whole yandere thing had been getting quite… pathetic.

“THIS is what you need alcohol for? Not as a celebratory measure for when we finally take out those putrid beings and their little friends?” Robotnik put down the wrench after tightening some bolts and took out his paintbrush. Shadow pouted, his eyes filling with tears as he twirled his pistol around in his hand.

“I tried SO HARD, Boss! I tried to poison him, I tried to kidnap her, and I used every pick up line I can think of and nothing worked! What am I doing wrong? Should I be more forceful? I should probably be more forceful. Maybe next time I see her, I’ll seduce her with some lingerie and a flamethrower…” After that, Robotnik tuned him out in order to continue his work. He didn’t need to worry about Shadow’s love problems, he had other things to worry about.

Like the robot that he had finally just finished.

He carefully set down the paintbrush, hope beginning to fill his brain, and turned the switch on. Instantly, the robot began to let out a low humming noise before it finally began to wake up. He stepped back slightly, watching in awe as his creation began to awaken from the dead of spare parts.

“It’s alive!” Robotnik cackled maniacally as it sputtered, whirred, and careened. The red lights that made up its eyes slowly buzzed to life, and an evil smirk slowly made its way onto Robotnik’s lips. “I’m coming for you, hedgehogs.”

“...Do you think Y/n will love me more if I kill her boyfriend with a shotgun or a katana?”

♡ a.a.