#i wouldn't be surprised if he asked his girlfriend to try something ~different~ that night

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

watching mindhunter and so far holden seems like a gay autistic people pleaser

[moonchildstyles]

have you thought about revisiting that anon concept about asterry and his girlfriend watching p*rn? I'm asking for a friend hehe

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(Y/N) blinked, staying silent as she took in the conversation around her. This was definitely not the avenue she saw the night taking when Charlotte had opened the second bottle of wine between the few of them. 

"I asked him if he still watched it a lot, like as much as he did before we started dating, but he wouldn't really say no," Emily shared before taking a pull from her wine glass, "He didn't say yes, but all he said was that its different now, don't worry. What is that even supposed to mean? Like, do you watch porn when I go to sleep, yes or no?" 

Charlotte and Sarah both laughed, joining Emily as she smiled around the rim of her wine glass. (Y/N) wanted to laugh along, but she was honestly still a bit thrown off by the topic. 

Truthfully, she didn't know really much about anything that had to do with... pornography. The closest she had were the scenes some of her romantic novels had, and movies that had her adverting her eyes.

Not only was the act of sex demonized growing up—especially before marriage—but anything else that had to do with it. There was no way she was going to risk doing any of her own research should her parents' close monitoring catch even a stray google search. 

After getting out from under their thumb, she didn't have much desire to go looking on that corner of the internet—she had done fine enough up to this point, she figured. Then, of course, she met Harry and there really seemed to be no need for any kind of video when she had him in the flesh.

(Y/N) honestly wondered if she had ever even spoken the word porn aloud, let alone discussed it with anyone else. This conversation was especially jarring given all of the giggling and the unfiltered language. 

"Em," Charlotte piped up, bringing her wine glass to her mouth to cover the wry grin growing on her face, "Have you ever tried watching it with him, though?" 

Feeling her cheeks warming, (Y/N) practically sunk into her skin as if to hide from the conversation. Sarah had mimicked her surprise some, though she was decidedly less shocked into silence. 

"Charlotte!" Sarah bubbled, dark brows raised, "Is that what you do?" 

Another peal of laughter came from the wine-soaked group, though (Y/N)'s reaction was more to fit in with the theatrics. (When it came to topics like these, she didn't want to be quiet even if she wasn't necessarily talkative—being too silent left people wondering if she was uninterested, judging them, and invited questions she wasn't looking to answer). 

She had always figured the viewing of those kinds of videos to be something that was done alone. She couldn't fathom anyone joining in and watching alongside what should be a particularly intimate moment. (Besides, if you had someone to watch them with, why watch them at all when you could be with that person?). 

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth before closing it. Emily nudged her at her side, a mischievous smile on her face. 

"C'mon, spit it out." 

Finally, Charlotte threw her hands up in surrender. "It's honestly not that bad, and I think you should try it." 

"So, you have done it!" Sarah called, bouncing in her spot on the couch, "With Elijah or?" 

"With Elijah, yeah," she settled, the wine getting to her tongue as she didn't mind sharing more details, "I walked in on him one time, and I wanted to be grossed out, but I just wasn't. It ended up working out, and now it's just a thing sometimes." 

Charlotte's ending shrug before taking down a gulp of wine showed the end of her story, though Emily still nudged her as if there was more she could shake out. 

"I don't know if I could do that," Sarah admitted, crossing her legs underneath herself, "I think it would annoy me too much, that Mitch was watching a video like that when he could have just called me or something." 

(Y/N) rolled her lips between her teeth as the conversation then changed, some debate on if videos like that were allowed in relationships. 

She didn't know what she would do if she walked in on Harry watching something like that. While she couldn't really deny that she enjoyed the sight of him playing with himself (something she's shyly learned every time Harry passed his fist over himself before sinking into one of her holes), she wasn't sure what she would think about the inspiration behind the act. There was a part of her that would be offended, she thought, that she was right there and he picked a video over the real thing. Another part of her understood that maybe he wouldn't want to have sex right then, instead opting to take care of himself before moving on. Besides, it wasn't like he had photos of her to look at in the heat of the moment, so she figured she would have to understand. 

There was no use in being jealous of girls in movies anyway. Even if it did kind of hurt her stomach thinking about Harry reacting to them the same way he did to her. 

Around her the conversation had floated elsewhere leaving behind the illicit subject matter for something lighter (a movie Emily had gone to the theater to hate watch only to end up liking it some, and now she was questioning her taste level). She was able to plug into this one much better, that much was evident in the way Sarah had quit giving her small glances as if she knew that (Y/N)'s comfort was twisting. 

Despite now adding her own takes to the conversation and actively engaging outside of a few well placed laughs and head nods, the back of her mind was lagging behind. 

There were questions rattling around that she was sure she wasn't going to be able to keep completely under wraps the next time she saw Harry. 

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(Y/N) watched as Harry climbed into bed beside her, comforter pulled up to her chin as she sunk into the warm mattress. He gave her a lopsided smile when he caught her following gaze, her skin warming as she averted her eyes. 

Cuddling in beside her, Harry pulled her close with an arm around her waist, his ankle hooking around hers. She could feel his eyes on her, but when she didn't immediately match his gaze she heard a plume of laughter fall from him, 

"Why won't y'look at me, love?" he smiled, reaching his hand on her waist through the duvet to brush her hair out of her face. 

She shyly kept her eyes on the column of his tattooed throat, following the thorny roses. "You caught me." 

(Y/N) could feel the fan of his laughter as much as she heard it. His hand settled on her cheek then, his fingertips venturing into the baby hairs bordering her hairline. "Yeah, but y'catch me looking at you all the time," he countered, "Jus' lets me know y'like what y'see." 

Using his hand on her cheek, he angled her face towards him once more, forcing her eyes to meet his own. A small smile graced his features, his eyes light with amusement. Tipping his chin just right, he pressed his lips to hers in a delicate kiss. 

When he pulled away his smile had grown, dimples now touching his cheeks as he ran the pad of his thumb over the height of her cheekbone. "Did you have fun tonight, baby?" 

Their dinner date splashed through her head, along with all of the warm feelings she went through while under the dimmed lights. They swapped bites of food, shared a cocktail (Y/N) really wanted to try but was worried it would be too strong, and Harry pulled out any joke he could in hopes of hearing her bubbling laughter through the restaurant. 

Nodding her head against the pillow, her own smile took her features, leaving her cheeks mushed between Harry's hand and the soft of her pillow. "A lot of fun. Thank you for taking me." 

His hand slipped down the slope of her form, settling on the sup of her waist before he gave a gentle squeeze. When (Y/N) reacted with a bubble of laughter, Harry's eyes swam with adoration. 

"I had fun too, baby," he crooned, "Thank you for coming with me." 

With the low lights and the gentle way he spoke to her, (Y/N) felt like she was supposed to be tired. It was kind of her thing, anyway—being sleepy and decidedly ready to pass out whenever. But, that just didn't seem to be the case tonight, her head was too full.

When she had come to his place after class, Harry greeting her at the door, there was a pinging question in the back of her mind that made an abrupt return from the previous night. As much as she wanted to blurt it out, get the curiosity out of the way, it didn't feel entirely appropriate to ask her boyfriend about his porn habits just after walking through the door. That much was made even more apparent given the fact that Mitch greeted her a few minutes later, trekking from his room to the kitchen with a small wave. Then, Harry had told her he had plans to take her out to dinner that night, and there was no way she was asking such a question in the middle of a restaurant. 

There was never good time it seemed, to sate her curiosity and learn her own perspective on what her friends had been talking about. No time better than right now, anyway.

She just had to find some kind of courage to go along with the timing. 

Shuffling closer, the sheets shifting around them, Harry pressed a small kiss to her forehead, right over a crease she hadn't realized was scrunching the skin. "What's going on in here?" he cooed, "You're thinking too hard before bedtime, love." 

"I just—" she bubbled off before stopping her tongue. She swallowed, a pinch appearing between her brows. "There was something... I don't know." 

There were no words that felt comfortable in her mouth, nothing that she could feasibly hear herself saying when it came to the questions she had. (Honestly, she couldn't understand how she was able to utter some of the things she did for Harry between the sheets and now shy away over pornography). 

His hand on her waist was a stern anchor, the grip just tight enough to remind her that he was there. "'S alright, y'can tell me. What is it?" 

Gone was the amusement and the soft teasing he had offered up to her before, instead his voice growing soft and forgiving. Patience now settled in his eyes as he waited on her. 

Dropping her own gaze to dance around his features, she distracted herself with the spray of fine freckles on his nose. "The girls last night, they said something that I've just been... thinking about I guess." 

The warmth of his gaze traced over her own features. "What was it? It wasn't anything rude, right?" 

"No, no, no," (Y/N) rushed out, matching his gaze to show her sincerity. All of those girls were her friends, and Sarah would also never let anything like that happen around her. "It was—I don't know, it feels weird to say it." 

Harry's expression relaxed now that he knew he wasn't there to be nursing any wounds. "We've said a lot of weird stuff to one another, baby. I think I can handle it." 

She couldn't look him in the eye when she tried to speak again, instead dropping back to the tattooed skin of his neck. Her hands between them reached to take his shirt between her fingers, the faded graphic on the material distracting her just enough. 

"They were talking about porn." Her heartbeat sounded in her ears. "With their boyfriends." 

There was a pause, though (Y/N) could feel his unwavering eyes on her face. 

"Okay," he finally shared, the syllable slow as it dropped from his tongue, "That's what's been on your mind?" 

Folding her bottom lip between her teeth, she tried to find the next set of words that made sense. "I-I have questions. I think." 

Harry's expression broke into a soft smile she could hear through the delicate huff of laughter he let out. "You think?" 

Peeking up at him through her lashes, she saw his eyes bare of liner, the planes of his face relaxed and rounded, and his hair pushed away from his face leaving it all on display. He didn't look at all bothered by her avenue of conversation, leaving him to be the always open book he was for her, willing and ready to answer anything she needed. 

"Yeah," she said, settling into her skin some, "I knew what they were talking about, but I don't think I really understand it all. I thought I could ask you, if it wasn't weird." 

"Never weird, love," Harry shared, "You know 'm always here to answer anything y'need help with." 

(Y/N) blinked, tipping her chin in a short nod. "Okay, but if there's anything you don't want to answer, you don't have to." 

"'M sure I can answer ever—" 

"Do you watch porn?"

Practically cringing at the sound of her voice wrapped around that question and the fact she spoke it aloud right to Harry, (Y/N) wanted to curl up in hopes of disappearing. 

"Sorry," she started, her voice barely a peep, "I didn't mean to cut you off." 

Harry looked at her for a lingering moment, his brows raised high over his eyes before he melted some. An amused smile sat on his lips, a small puff of laughter exhaling from his lungs. "'S alright," he offered, his hand on her waist squeezing just enough, "Not what I was expecting, but 's okay.

"To answer your question," he drawled, "No, I don't—not since you, really. No need to when I've got my own pretty star, huh?" 

His lips molded into a teasing smile, but lopsided as he pressed forward hoping to catch a small grin from her. 

Keeping her shy gaze dropped, (Y/N) couldn't keep her lips from curling. There was a bit of pride from the flattery; he didn't need any videos when he had her instead. She was enough to satisfy him, and that was a nice thought even if it was a bit in the gutter. 

Spotting her shy smile, Harry let out a plume of laughter before he dropped a kiss to the tip of her nose. Knowing him, he probably already knew what was going on in her head, even if she didn't say it aloud. 

"Is that all y'wanted to know, my love?" 

Her fingers in his shirt curled just a bit more, as if she were bracing herself for this next string. "One of the girls, she said something about her and her boyfriend... watching it together," (Y/N) prattled, her voice growing smaller the more she went on, "Is that normal?"

Harry lagged in his response, taking his time with his fingers fiddling with a pulsing pattern on her waist. "It can be," he offered, "but, 's not for everyone. I've never really talked about that with anyone, but I would imagine it could make people feel closer—sharing something that's usually only done by yourself."

(Y/N) silently nodded her head, taking in his offered information. Truthfully, she wanted to stall, find another inconsequential question to stall him before she was left with the last curiosity she'd had burning in the back of her head. 

The avenue she landed on was barely any less humiliating, but it was easy to fall from her tongue than the other she'd had on deck. She still couldn't meet his eyes as she spoke, bubbling off the question before she could second guess herself. 

"Is that something you would want to try? Like, watching it together and all." 

Skating his hand over the curves of her form, Harry tipped her chin up. Their eyes matching, (Y/N) could see the way he scanned over her features the way he always did when he was attempting to decipher where she was coming from. The lines of his features were softened, rounding into soft curves and gentling the longer her gazed at her.

"Is that something you want to try?" 

Flounder under his pressing, (Y/N) understood what he was going for—she was too shy to explicitly voice all of her wants, so he had to fill in the gaps at times—but was still taken aback none the less. Of course the thought had crossed her mind since the previous night, about what it would be like to sit with Harry and watch a different kind of movie than she usually watched with him, but the idea wasn't exactly the most compelling. 

She wasn't sure if she could really handle watching him watch someone else, and potentially become more turned on than he had even been with her. Nonetheless, she had never actually watched any porn herself, and she wasn't sure if she really had any real inclination to change that. 

But, there was something to be said about the way Harry had described the act: sharing someone to vulnerable, that is usually kept private, with someone you trust. He had a way of making these scenes sound much more romantic than the semantics did. 

"I don't know," she settled on, aware of the intensity in his eyes as he watched her, "I've never really watched anything like that, so I don't think I really understand what that would mean." 

Almost imperceptible, (Y/N) was able to catch the way his brows raised just enough. "Really?" 

Tipping her head in an almost shrug between the sheets, (Y/N) pursed her lips. "It was one of those things, you know." 

That was enough of an explanation to Harry; he knew her growing years and the drilled in obedience that followed her even after leaving home. Despite curiosity, there was no way she would have had the confidence to even make a search, that he knew.

A small curve settled on his lips, patience and understanding sitting in his eyes. "Guess that makes sense then, hm?" 

"Just add it to the list," (Y/N) joked back, a small huff of laughter falling from her lips. 

His hand on her jawline that he had used to tip her face towards him now angled itself towards the curve of her throat. His palm was warm and agnate over her skin, the pad of his thumb stretching to rest on the hinge of her jaw. "Is it something you want to know more about?" 

"Kind of," she answered honestly, sinking into the fluff of the pillow under her head, "But...Really, I think I only care about what y-you like and all of that." 

It was one of the harder admissions, (Y/N) feeling as if she were asking a bit too much into his personal thoughts. If he wanted to share that part of himself, he would have already, she figured. 

The warmth of his thumb on her cheek expanded as he pet a small trail down to the line of her jaw. "I don't really watch it anymore, love, remember?" 

"Yeah, but," she started, resisting the urge to pin her bottom lip between her teeth, "What about before?" 

When Harry paused, (Y/N)'s fingers in her shirt pulsed in an anxious curl. 

"But, you don't have to answer if you don't want to," she quickly attempted to recover, replaying her words and just how pushy they may have come off.

The amused laughter that fell from his lips was enough to reassure her that she hadn't bothered him too much. "'S alright, baby," he murmured, "I was jus' thinking." 

When he didn't immediately offer any extra information, she couldn't help herself—her curiosity was so close to gaining all the answers she needed, she didn't want it to stop now. 

"About what?" she mumbled, watching intently as he just kept thinking.

Only one side of his mouth curled upwards, his smile going lopsided. "If I should tell you, or show you." 

Now, (Y/N) had no choice but to fall silent around her dry throat. Show her?

Harry let out a small laugh at her reaction, unable to hold himself back before he was pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of her nose between her wide eyes. 

"I take it that I should probably jus' tell you, huh?" he joked, pulling away with a brilliant smile on his lips to match the bright lilypad of his irises. 

Swallowing around her dry throat, (Y/N) spoke up, "Y-You could show me. If you think that would be easier." 

Though the request itself wasn't made with much confidence, she still was surprised it even made its way out of her mouth. Two birds with one stone, she figured, she'd finally see what it—porn—was all about, and learn something new about Harry. 

That was what she was telling herself anyway. 

Raising a single brow over his intense gaze, Harry took in her reaction. "We could do that," he mused, "But, I don't want to do that if it would make y'uncomfortable, love. It can be a bit... much, especially if you have nothing to compare it to." 

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she allowed her gaze to trace along the line of the single stray curl that rested against his temple. "I think I can handle it," she told him, her voice small as she avoided his eyes. 

Shifting his hand on her neck, Harry brought his palm to rest on her cheek. The pad of his thumb ran along the fragile skin under her eyes. "You are brave, aren't you." 

"I try," she murmured, shy smile evident in her voice. 

She could practically see the gears turning in Harry's head, his eyes flashing with just a glint of something she couldn't name. She was hyper aware of his hand once again gliding over her skin until he was carding his fingers through her hair to rest his palm on the back of her head. She matched her gaze to his bashfully. 

"Are you tired, or do y'think y'can stay up a little while longer with me?"

With a flutter of her lashes, and her heart mimicking the act, (Y/N) tugged herself that much closer to him between the sheets. 

"I can stay awake."  His lips turned into a lopsided smile, a single dimple denting his cheek as he gazed at her. (Y/N) could only tip her chin just so when he surged forward, pressing their lips together in a warming kiss. While it was chaste, there was an urgency behind it that she could feel before he pulled away. 

"Lay the other way for me, baby," he instructed with a jerk of his chin, "I need to grab m'phone." When (Y/N) didn't immediately turn to press her back to his chest, Harry lagged, keeping from reaching for his phone on the bedside. "What's wrong, hm?" 

"I don't get to see you?" (Y/N) murmured, barely keeping the whine out of her voice. She preferred seeing his eyes over everything else, knowing that it was him that was touching her. 

A soft hum of laughter fell from his lips. "'S just gonna be a little bit easier this way, love, that's all. I'll still be right here." 

"'Kay," she answered, though she didn't follow his instruction until he pressed another kiss to her puckered lips. 

With that, Harry reached to the bedside table where his phone was resting while (Y/N) twisted in the sheets to lay on her side with her back to his chest. The duvet folded, leaving her arm and back exposed to the chill while Harry took longer than a few moments to do whatever it is he was doing on his phone. 

She could hear the faint taps of his finger against the screen, scrolling and typing before he eventually curled around her. Harry conformed to the shape of her, his sweatpants-clad legs tangling with her bare ones with his arm hooking around her waist to position his phone before the two of them. He shifted the pillow under his head until she could feel the plume of his breath grazing the column of her throat, warm though it still elicited goosebumps to erupt over her skin. 

(Y/N) could feel her heart bubbling in her chest when she dared to peek at what was on his bright screen. Though there was nothing explicit or exposing on the screen, she was sure they weren't too far off with the dark color scheme of the site he had brought up. 

"Are you sure, love?" he murmured, his lips close to her ear, "We don't have to do this if y'don't want to. It can be a lot right away, and I don't want to scare you." 

Folding her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) allowed his words to roll around her head. She wasn't completely naive—she could imagine what the videos would look like, though she doubted it would look or feel the same as it did when she was underneath Harry. But, his earlier definition still stuck with her: this was a small vulnerability he was sharing with her. This is something he would normally have kept so private, but he was willing to bring her in and share something so different with her. 

She could be brave—she could keep her curiosity burning enough to keep from feeling any kind of anxiety. 

"I'm sure," she mumbled, "Thank you." 

Dropping a kiss to her shoulder, Harry hugged her to his chest for a lingering moment. "You tell me if y'change your mind, darling." 

"I will," she assured, despite his words being more of a statement than request. 

Reaching over her, Harry grabbed for his phone and began tapping at the screen. The brightness had lowered from disuse, but was brought back to life from his touch, leaving every frame illuminated once more. Snuggled against his back, (Y/N) watched, her eyes widened once the reality of the site was scrolled through. 

There was already a video pulled up on screen, showing what exactly took him so long to tap through his phone before. (Y/N) blinked, trying to decipher what was in the thumbnail before her. 

From the small snippet she could see—along with the attention grabbing, all caps title—this was a loving couple having morning sex on a Saturday to the sunrise. Very romantic and loving, supposedly. In the picture, she could see the beginnings of a sunrise through a conveniently, perfectly lit bedroom. There were gauzy drapes over their open windows and pristine white linens on their bed—even the creases and folds were artfully tufted around their bodies. (Y/N) couldn't be sure if they were just that perfect, or this was an expertly produced video. She couldn't tell the difference. 

The pair was barely clothed, their faces cut out of frame, leaving their bodies to be the star of the show. The man had tattoos—no where near as many as Harry, but still quite an array. He was undressed down his briefs, where there was a bulge that could be clearly seen against the woman's stomach. She was made of smooth swathes of skin, the ends of her hair visible as it brushed her bare skin before disappearing out of frame, and her chest bare. All (Y/N) could see that was distinctive about her form, was a small tattoo on her thigh in the shape of a red heart outline, contrasting against the white cotton panties sitting on her hips. Their limbs were in a tangle with one another, legs crossed and arms holding one another.

From behind, she could feel the brush of Harry's lips against her throat. "Does this look okay?" 

(Y/N) gave her approval in a small nod of her head, her hair brushing against her pillow. "Have you watched this before?" 

She could hear the curl of his lips in his voice as his words swept across the back of her neck. "A few times, yeah." 

As he spoke, Harry's thumb tapped on the video, pressing play and starting it up. She watched as the frames took over the screen, showing the humble beginnings of the film with the woman crawling over the bedsheets to reach her lover where he was laid back against the pillows. The soft sound of their lips meeting could be heard off screen. 

"W-When?" she asked, her line of questioning a safe distraction from what was going on in front of her. 

The soft sounds of their mouths coming together and parting filtered quietly from his phone. Were they that loud when they kissed too? 

"Not for a while," he reminded her, though his voice dropped lower into a whisper just for her when he spoke again, "Watched it for the first time after that night in my office at the shop though, I remember that." 

"You do?" Her skin warmed at the reminder of that first night—all of the things she learned that night while sprawled out on that couch. 

On video, the man had gripped the woman's hips and settled her atop him from the position she had previously held on all fours. The length of their bodies were pressed together, their faces still just perfectly out of frame to keep everything anonymous. Their kissing had turned rougher, a bit noisier as they sunk into one another. The sun outside their window was casting luminous glares over the scene, giving buttery warmth to their escalating acts. 

Harry's hand on her waist squeezed as he watched. "Yeah," Harry breathed, a heavy kiss landing on the back of her neck, "I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I saw this video and... she kind of looks like you, doesn't she?"

(Y/N)'s breath caught in her throat. There was a moment as the woman moved, her body on display against the heavy tattoos of her partner that had her seeing them in just the right light. 

Cotton panties, bare skin, delicate tattoo, all wrapped in white with the slow sharing of kisses between she and her lover. (Y/N) could see herself in that. 

It was an exhilarating feeling knowing that Harry saw someone so effortlessly sexy, and could see (Y/N) in them. 

She pressed herself against him that much more, her back against his chest. His hand on her waist tightened, as if preparing to keep her just where she was should someone try to steal her away. She could feel the fan of his breath fluttering over her skin as she watched his phone. 

The acts between the couple escalated until the camera caught the way the woman ran her hand down the man's body until she had reached his cock. Her palm was pressed against the bulge, rubbing against it through the fabric of his underwear. He moaned unabashedly off screen, whispering something for only his lover to hear. (Y/N)'s lungs squeezed when she saw the way the dots of wetness seeped over the grey underwear covering him. 

"Wh-What else do you like about this video?" (Y/N) murmured, shifting so her hand was laid over his own on her waist, their fingers tangling together. 

A breathy laugh could be heard from behind her. Harry's voice was just as low as he spoke, "Do y'really want me to talk through the whole thing?" 

"I like hearing you more," she admitted, squeezing his hand in hers. 

A delicate kiss was dropped to her shoulder, the curl of his smile evident in the small contact. "Well, other than her reminding me of my angel," he drawled, a tease to his tone, "'S different than some of the things I used to watch. I liked seeing something gentle." 

(Y/N)'s throat bobbed as she swallowed around her dry throat. Before her, the videoed couple had now moved on to sliding their hands into each other's underwear. The man's face was buried in his lover's neck, showing off a head of dark hair as his moans filtering through the small speakers. The woman's whimpering noises could be heard in tandem with the slick sounds of their hands roaming each other's bodies. 

"What was the other stuff you watched?" Absently, (Y/N) was aware of the way her hips shifted some, rubbing her backside against Harry's front. Behind her, against the curve of her bottom, she could feel something much more rigid than the blocks of his muscle beginning to press into her.

He paused before he spoke, mulling over her question while she watched on screen as the few pieces of clothing covering the couple's bodies were shed. Harry's hand on her waist shifted, leaving her own behind as he pressed his palm into the soft of her stomach. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips on her plush skin just as much as she could see the man on screen press against his lover's thigh in the same way. 

"'Member m'birthday?" he murmured into her skin, his mouth beginning a blazing trail over her shoulder. The tip of his nose caught on the neck of her top, pulling it along with him as he kissed the cuff of her shoulder. 

For a split moment, there was a different movie playing for (Y/N). This one featured she and Harry as the stars, celebrating his birthday between the sheets with his cock sinking into her throat, his palm smacking over her center, and his cum painting over her face. She wondered if he could feel the way her stomach tightened under his hand at the memories. 

"Yeah," she answered simply, the word carried on a warm breath. 

He hummed from behind her, a smug curl on his lips pressing into her shoulder. "Things like that, baby," he explained, "But I started watching things like this after I met you." 

The couple on screen was beginning to find the throes of their passion, now both bare bodied and reaching for one another. There was a part of (Y/N) that wanted to shy away at the sight of two strangers and their naked bodies, their recording of an intimate moment not sitting right in her stomach. There was another part of her that imagined Harry sitting down, pants to his thighs and his hand in his lap, picturing she and him in these spots instead as he fisted his cock. That part of her kept her from drawing her eyes away, urging her to see what he did—see what held his attention while waiting for her to be ready for more than easy touching and kisses in his bedroom.

Her mouth felt dry when she tried to speak again, only to be cut off when Harry's palm grazed the waist of her panties. Though she was still only feeling his touch through her shirt, she was sure he could feel the extra groove of fabric and the tightening of her abdomen. Only that much further, and he could fit his hand between her legs just like the man on screen was doing to his own lover. 

"Wh-Why?" she asked, building off of his previous response to keep herself from melting and begging for him to touch her when they had barely just started. 

Hooking his ankle around hers, Harry started pulling her that much more into his embrace. The sheets around them hissed over their bodies, his phone wobbling from its upright position against the pillow though it didn't fall. He pushed his thigh between her own, opening up her legs with the hem of her oversized shirt being pushed up and over her thighs. 

"I liked the idea of going slow, after I met you, love," he detailed, no longer playing around when he finally slid his hand over her form and slipped it under the end of her top, "Didn't really get off on the thought of fucking you as much as I did to kissing you and making y'happy." 

(Y/N) all but melted at his explanation. She reveled in the sound of his voice, mixing with the soft sound of the couple on screen finding their own bliss within one another. Through her hooded gaze, it was easy to see the lovers on his phone as she and Harry, the daydream building around her. 

In a tug back down to earth, (Y/N)'s breath caught when Harry fit his hand between her thighs. His wandering touch had finally reached her, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit and the length of his fingers down her center. She was sure he could feel the heat that had collected there, though she hoped she hadn't completely soaked through her underwear that quickly. 

"Y'like it so far?" he asked, pressing his palm that much harder against her clit. 

"Uh-huh," she breathlessly replied. Her hooded eyes were glued to the sight of the way the man positioned himself above her, thighs open for him to fit between. She could hear him murmur something to her, passing a hand over her form with fingertips skating across her breasts and down to the round of her hips. Every touch was careful and clinging, the sound of their kissing soundtracking the moment. "He reminds me of you." 

He hummed from behind her, his hand beginning to shift over her core in a delicate press to draw away her breath. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah," she answered, eyes stitched to the video as the man sunk his cock into his lover, a shrill whine leaving her lips while he settled against her hips. His tattoos quivered as his muscles flexed under his skin, making the stars and constellations inked over his skin dance. "You're better, but," (Y/N) swallowed, hearing the quiet slap of his skin against the woman's as he thrusted against her, "He touches her like you touch me." 

Harry's response came in the form of languid touches that warmed her skin and kept her breathless even when her eyes closed and the video was an afterthought. Underneath her, he fit his free arm to coil around her form. His thigh between her two tensed, lifting just enough so he could spread her own legs enough to give her what she wanted. 

Hooking his fingers into her panties, he pulled them to the side, a cool shiver going up (Y/N)'s spine now that she was exposed to his touch. He dragged his fingertips through her slit, collecting the drops of slick until he circled around her clit in languorous pulls. 

She had never been so thankful for the stretched out neckline of her top as she was then, when she felt Harry's heavy kisses searing into her bare skin. There was so much of him all over, pressing into her back with his cock hard against her, his kiss on her shoulder, and his hand on her core, pulling more and more air out of her lungs. 

"You know how many times I thought about doing that to you, baby?" he drawled into her skin, syrupy and thick into her pores, "Before y'were ready, this was all I had. Had to picture you letting me spread you out like that, feel how wet you were jus' for me." 

With his hand between her thighs, slick fingertips on her clit before they traveled down towards her pulsing opening, she could have cried for him. She had been depriving him of this, leaving him to only watch videos and imagine, when they could have been doing this so much sooner. She wasn't sure at times—especially at one like this—how she had even made it through without his touch. 

"I'm sorry," she stuttered out for him, her hand grasping at sheets, "Yo-You should have told me." 

A rumble of laughter was felt against her back as much as she heard the sound fan to her ears. "Don't be sorry, lovebug, y'jus' weren't ready yet, that's all. I think we're making up for it jus' fine, don't you?" 

She could only nod her head, forcing her eyes to blink open. It was a task given the fact that she was still luxuriating in the tease of his fingers passing over her entrance before smearing her clit and restarting the circuit. Looking ahead, she had seen that the couple on film was thick in their session, breathless, the man straining himself as he set a controlled pace while thrusting into his partner with the woman grasping and reaching for any part of him she could reach. Watching the way the man's skin turned pink in the wake of her nails made (Y/N) want to do the same to Harry—what would the roses on his chest and the butterfly on his torso look like filled in with a bit of color? 

"I want to see you," she blurted out, unable to hold back anymore. She didn't care much for the movie anymore anyway, he was what she wanted. This video would probably still be there later, they could explore more later, if she really wanted. 

A teasing smile could be heard in his voice, the notion making (Y/N) want to feel embarrassed through she didn't have much room for that given the way she was rutting into his hand. "Y'don't want to keep watching? I thought y'liked it, love? Liked him?" 

"I like you," she countered, already turning in his arms despite the coil of his hold around her, "I want to see you now. You're better." 

He didn't put up any more teasing argument, instead helping her as she twisted and turned in his arms until his phone was forgotten in the tufts of the duvet and she had her lips pressed to his. His and that had been between her legs was now stationed at her hip, his fingertips denting into the plush skin as she melted into him. A sigh of something that felt like relief to (Y/N) slipped from her throat.

Harry parted his lips, swiping his tongue across the seam of her mouth, tasting her noises. Reaching for his bare shoulders, (Y/N) wasn't even thinking before she had the blunt of her nails pressing to his skin, just like the woman in the video. (Who must have been having a good time given the faint noises (Y/N) could still hear among the folds of their bedding). 

She readily opened her mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, eager to get a state of him. He led her through the kiss, pressing his tongue to hers and tasting through every delicate moan and breathy exhale she gave. 

This was definitely better than watching a video. 

"Harry," she mumbled into his kiss, barely enunciating before she was urging to press her lips to his once more. 

He smiled against her mouth, allowing a small slew of her excited kisses to hit him before he pulled away enough to meet her eyes. His pupils were wide and dark, leaving only slices of murky green to ring around them. There was a flush over his cheeks, warm and red that matched the hue of his kiss-swollen lips. She couldn't help her eyes but to follow the tip of his tongue as it peeked out to wet his lips. 

"What do y'want from me love?" 

Her answer was automatic: "You." 

(Y/N)'s gaze was drawn to the dimple that was thumbed into his cheek as a lopsided curl took his lips. "I know," he said, much too smug, "But do y'want me to keep touching you? Or do y'want more, love? Gotta tell me or I can't help you."

Her mind flashed to the vision of the man fitting his hips against his lover's like a puzzle piece, sinking inside her and straining his muscles to making the best pace for her. That was what (Y/N) wanted. 

"I want more," she told him, her voice a whisper between just the two of them, "Like the video."

Harry drew closer towards he, his smile fading as the blunt of his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. "I can do that for you, baby. Do you think you're ready for me, or do y'need a little more?" 

She shook her head on instinct. "I'm ready." 

Tipping his chin, Harry pulled her into another languid kiss with his tongue touching over her lips. His kiss was a welcome distraction while his hand reached for the waist of her panties underneath the hem of her top. He pushed them down her thighs as far as he could before he was forced to break their kiss to help ease them off the rest of the way. (Y/N) felt clingy for him in that moment, already missing his touch and warmth. It wasn't much longer that he pulled his own underwear off, everything landing into a pile on the floor, before he was laying himself atop her. 

Much like the movie, she swore their hips fit like puzzle pieces together, the bones cushioned by plush skin. She reached for his arms reflexively, though she hadn't meant to grip him so tightly until she felt the head of his cock nudge against her clit. Her lungs squeezed with a coiled ribbon cinching around her stomach. 

Above her, Harry was like an angel. His eyes were bare from his usual liner, though there were still the stark black additions of his nose and lip rings pierced through his face. His skin was flushed and warm, cheeks matching his bright eyes. Around his features, his curls hung around in waved strands and curled ringlets. It wasn't the first time she had seen him like this and wondered if he was the true angel between the two. 

"Still feel good, love?" he asked, his hands fisted into anchors on either side of her head. 

Matching the intensity of his eye contact, (Y/N) kept herself from shrugging her hips against his own, wanting of feel along heavy brush of his cock against her center. "Uh-huh," she sounded, throat dry, "Please."

 Only a glimpse of his smile could be seen before he was dipping down to draw her in for another kiss. He sealed his mouth to hers, kissing her top lip delicately with the soft sounds of their lips parting and coming together to fill the room. 

For a moment, (Y/N) wondered if they would look like that couple if they were on film. If their love, and the gentle touches, and the shared heartspace could be seen just as easily. She liked to think they would do it even better. 

One of his hands on the bed disappeared, the mattress shifting without the weight, before she felt it again over the small of her stomach. It was nothing more than a soft brush before he had his fist wrapped around his cock, guiding himself inside her. The head brushed against her clit in a heavy press; she couldn't tell if she was more wet than she thought or if he had been pearling dots of precum from his tip while she was preoccupied. 

He slid his tip through her folds until he hit the pulsing entrance nestled inside. (Y/N) shivered, letting out small noise into his mouth. She could tell her was becoming distracted, his kiss slowing until he was doing nothing other than focusing on the slid of his cock through her wetness, socking in her until he finally pressed forward. 

It was a familiar stretch, the head fitting inside her, but it still took her breath away. Especially now that their box of condoms was pushed to the back of his bedside drawer, barely used unless she asked, she was able to feel every ridge and vein on his cock. She felt more and more full with every inch pushed inside her, her walls pulling him in while she attempted to keep kissing him before giving up on the act in favor of simply resting her parted lips against his own.

Harry's guiding hand had shifted to lay on her hip, his touch a bit slick though neither of them minded. He was just as lost in the feeling as he was with the way he let out shuddering breaths with stilted lungs, his hand on the other side of her head now holding a tremor. His breath came out in warm fans over her features, heating her that much further. 

He bottomed out with a wet sound of his cock sliding through her walls, his base resting heavy against her clit. (Y/N)'s hold on his arms tightened at the feeling, nails leaving imprints on his skin. 

Her heartbeat bubbled in her ears as she got her bearings, coming to with a flutter of her eyes only to see harry already looking at her with his own hooded gaze. 

"You alright?" he breathed, dilated eyes scanning over her features, "Do y'need me to wait?" 

"No, no," she bubbled off, "Please, daddy." 

That was all he seemingly needed to hear—the whine of her voice and his title so lovingly mentioned—before Harry was rearing his hips back and pressing into her once more. He split her open, her walls stretching and opening for him to fit inside with every languid thrust. The first few took her breath away, getting used to the feeling of the friction and every part of her body being fulfilled by him. 

"Daddy," she helplessly called out, her voice a shared secret for just the two of them. The sheets hissed around them, matching her volume. 

Harry watched her form above as she struggled to keep her eyes from closing. She wanted to see him; this is what she had been wanting when she decided to ditch the movie. She wanted to watch him the way they had watched the couple. 

"'M here, baby. 'M here," he murmured, his voice dropping low as his mouth fell into a gape. "Feel so good, love—fuck." 

Spurred on by his praise, (Y/N) hiked her this over his hip, the heel of her foot pressing into the back of his thigh. Her plush skin gave way to the angles of his body, cushioning him as he drove his hips into hers in lingering passes. His hand on her hip shifted then, dragging her sleep shirt the rest of the way up until her bare breasts were exposed to the heat of the room. 

His palm dragged over the swell, her nipple catching on the creases of his skin. Goosebumps erupted over her form, her lashes fluttering at the touch. Harry dipped his head down, pressing his lips to her other breast, the tip of his nose skimming across before he wrapped his mouth around her nipple. His tongue touched over the bud, warming her though she could feel the skin tightening in response. He matched the pace of his wandering touch on her other breast, allowing her to feel him in every place she needed. 

Almost. 

Feeling the base of his cock press against her clit wasn't enough. She needed more than that fleeting touch against her, more than just the harsh smear over her weeping center. 

"Daddy, I—" she cried out, her words evaporating when she felt him twitch inside her. 

"'S okay," he shushed her, his mouth popping off of her nipple before he dragged his kisses towards her collarbone, "'M here, baby. I'll give y'anything y'want." 

His words were nothing more than smeared rambles, but they sank perfectly into her brain. He was here—he had her. He wasn't a silly video, he was real and she could feel his weight and his touch and even his heartbeat. 

"I want—" she stumbled, her words failing her in the heat of the moment, "I need—Please, touch me." 

"I am touching you, baby," he countered, looking up at her through his lashes before finally leveling his gaze with hers. He hovered above her, his eyes still finding hers even as he jostled her with every thrust into her. "Y'need to tell me what y'want, and then I can help."

"My—It's—"

(Y/N) almost felt panicked, instead reaching for his hand on her breast to push it down to the apex of her thighs. His wrist strained under her hand when he realized when she was directing him towards. That was all the cue he needed before his thumb was smearing over her clit, circling and patting the bud just as she had wanted. 

All but melting into the mattress, the beginnings of a cocky curl fell on his lips. "This was what y'wanted, my love? Coulda jus' told daddy—would have done it for you earlier." 

Maybe it was feeling him splitting her walls open, slick with his precum, his hand on her clit, or the sound of his voice wrapped around his honorific, but (Y/N) could feel the bow in her abdomen tightening. 

She could only whine for him, tightening her fingers around the bones of his wrist as he kept his ministrations up. His skin glimmered in a sheen of sweat, baby curls sticking to his temples as he took care of her just as he promised. 

He caught her looking, matching his eyes to hers when she dared to travel her gaze to his clumped lashes. She expected a curl of his lips, a flash in his eyes, something teasing and smug to enter his expression. Instead, she saw the way his face rounded out, the harsh angles that usually made him up now fading into soft lines and curved edges. 

"I love you," he murmured, "So much, (Y/N). You know that?" 

This was a moment she wished she had on video, exactly from her perspective with every detail memorialized. 

Releasing her hands on his wrist and arm, she settled her palms on his cheeks. Despite the rocking of their forms, the rustling bedsheets, and his phone lost somewhere at seat, (Y/N) almost forgot about everything but his touch. 

"I love you too, honey." 

Something flashed through his gaze then, but it was decidedly softer, more delicate than anything she had ever spotted before. She never called him by many pet names, preferring his name (it was the name of the man she was in love with, she couldn't think of a better thing to call him), but there were moments she thought he might like the extra love falling from her lips.

Harry didn't waste any longer than a beat before he was smearing his lips against hers. The kiss was messy and clumsy, just off center with his tongue swiping out before she was ready, but she loved it. This was what she wanted, what had been on her mind throughout the video. 

He put more of himself into her, his hips picking up pace and his hand on her clit quickening. She felt the press of his chest every time he sank in deep inside her, splitting her walls and making more room for him than she even knew she had. Her insides clenched around him, sucking him deeper every time he sank back inside. The ribbon in her stomach was beginning to fray at the edges, unravelling more and more.

"B-Baby," Harry breathlessly crooned, pulling away just enough so she could hear, "Where do y'want m'cum? 'M al-almost there—fuck." 

She didn't have to think before she was answering him, "Inside, inside. Please, daddy. I want it inside."

There was one more twitch of his cock inside her, his head nudging against what felt like her stomach, before there was nothing left of her to give. The fraying ribbon gave way, spooling too tight inside before falling apart. She shredded around him, feeling like nothing more than glimmering fabric laying in his arms for him to toss and turn whichever way he wanted. She could feel herself grow wetter, Harry's cock slicking through her opening. 

(Y/N) clung to him, her hands on his cheeks keeping him close as she attempted to kiss him through her hazy mind. It was nothing more than her gaped mouth dropped open against his own, nothing more than absent calls of his name falling from her throat. 

Barely, she could hear Harry mumbling a declaration���that he loved her—over and over against her mouth. She felt entirely too full, everything too much, when she realized he was cumming. Just as she had begged, he let go inside her, painting her walls in pumps of his cum that mixed with her own. She wouldn't be surprised to feel the aftermath dripping over her thighs. 

By the time Harry's bedroom came back to fruition around her, (Y/N) wasn't sure if she had been breathing properly since he landed atop her. Everything around her was wispy, not quite real, other than Harry himself. He was a comforting weight, an anchor she clung to. 

Sinking atop her, he rested his cheek on top of her chest. His nose skimmed her throat as he nuzzled closer to her, the length of his lashes tickling her bare chest. 

"Y'alright, love?" he murmured, just as out of breath as she was. 

"Mhm," she hummed, wrapping her arms around him in a clumsy hug, "I love you too, by the way." 

A rumbling laugh fell from his chest. "Love you more." 

With a small kiss being pressed to her sternum, harry began to untangle himself from her hold. He righted her shirt on her torso, covering her chest and keeping out the call that was beginning to seep over their sweat-glimmered skin now that the sheets had slid off of them.

"Where are you going?" she almost whined, reaching for him when he shifted out from between her cushioning hips. 

His smile was tender, affection swimming in his lightening gaze as he looked at her. He brushed a stray hair out of her face, keeping her features clear for his admiration. "We've gotta clean up, love. Can't go to bed like this, can we?" 

Fitting her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) didn't want to answer him. He was right—she needed to use the restroom and find a different pair of underwear for the night, while Harry inevitably searched for new sheets to change the bed into. But she didn't want to do that right now. She didn't want to walk around on wobbly legs, and go through her designated drawer, or anything else. She didn't want to touch anything that wasn't him. 

Instead, (Y/N) clung to him, using her weight to tug him down until he finally relented. Harry gave in with a sigh though he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. 

"Five more minutes, 'kay?" he bargained, cuddling her into him with her face in his throat and chin on the crown of her head. He even tugged the sheet up to blanket their forms once more, keeping her warm before patting her hip through the material.

(Y/N) smiled, pecking a small kiss to his neck. 

"Five more minutes." 

She'd stretch it until ten. 

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I finally got around to this request so thank you for everyone bein patient!!!! thank you for reading, sorry for any mistakes and if there's any ideas or requests you have send them in !!!

[cissy2004]

When the Tokyo Revengers guys find out you're on your period/Part 2

Characters: Rindo , Ran ,Izana ,Sanzu

Rindo

When he was sitting at the table, on the terrace where you are, and you sent him a message to come in front of the bathroom, he already knew what happened. It was the first time you were on your period since you were a couple, but it wasn't stupid. He knew what it was about.

He leaves the money on the table, takes your things and his, and comes to the bathroom, where he hears you crying.

-Kitten...everything is fine, what is happening is normal. Get out of the bathroom, okay? if your skirt is stained, I'll give you my shirt, I'll leave you at home and I'll go buy you what you need.

After a few more minutes of him trying to calm you down by talking to you through the bathroom door, you came out crying. Rindo, as soon as you came out of the bathroom, he took off his black shirt, leaving only his tank top, and tied his shirt around your waist, covering the red stain on your blue dress.

You leave the restaurant where you are and get into his car, heading towards your house, where you get out of the car and he starts to buy whatever you need.

It doesn't take long until he returns. He smiles when he sees you in front of the door, wearing only a towel that reached halfway up your thigh. You were getting ready to enter the bathroom, to take a warm bath.

Rindo left all the shopping on the couch, coming with you to the bathroom, to keep you company.

It was the first time that Rindo, your lover, saw you naked, but somehow, you felt ok to be like that around him. You knew that he wouldn't judge the body and he wouldn't try to take advantage. He sat on the floor, by the bathtub, discussing different things with you, laughing at certain situations that occurred in your lives. So, you two, found out that throughout your life, you were very close to each other. He finished the same high school inclusively, but 3 years apart.

He was a very careful man with you, you couldn't deny that. And the way he treated you, he made you feel like the most important person for him.

Ran

Mochi was a common acquaintance of yours, and at a party, where the man invited you, you ended up in Ran's bed. In the morning, when you and Ran realized what had happened the night before, you thought about whether you used a condom or not.

It didn't take long before he realized that he started to like you, and the moment you told him that you couldn't go to the pool, that you had your period, he was extremely happy, but still, he had an empty stomach.

Ran asked you if you wanted him to come and take care of you, but you clearly refused. However, you woke up with him at the window, holding a big bouquet of the flowers you liked.

You were pleasantly surprised when Ran kissed you on the forehead, whispering a "Hi love".

All day he asked you various questions about menstruation, and you were surprised to find out that even if he had girlfriends before you, he was not interested in the monthly problem of women.

Initially, you were very nervous about him, until he told you that he started to feel something for you.

Izana

Izana was never the type of person to show her emotions or to care about people, but when he called you to see what you were doing, and instead your mother answered and told his that you were in the hospital, she left everything his job and came to see you.

In just a few minutes, he arrived at your hospital, with a teddy bear and a big box of candies. He knew what he wanted to do, and that meant always taking more care of you.

-Why don't you take care of yourself?

-I have these projects for college, and__

I do not care. My queen must always feel good. Don't make me move in with you, you'll regret it.

Seeing him like that was the cutest thing for you. You didn't see him that often.

When you returned home, Izana accompanied you, and made sure that you didn't get out of bed and that you ate properly.

Even a few days after this incident, Izana always calls you to remind you to eat and take a break from your work.

Even if he didn't show his feelings, you knew that his love for you existed, and he always made sure that you didn't miss anything, regardless of what he had to do.

Sanzu

Even if he knew it was normal, he couldn't understand how you were bleeding so much without suffering anything.

He loves to sit with his hands on your belly to warm you, even if you were in public, and he liked to think that at some point in the future, he will keep his hands on your belly, but to feel your baby, how it hits your belly.

Sometimes, when he took care of you when they were menstruating, he had the impression that he was taking care of a pregnant woman.

"Are you still bleeding for many days? " or "Why don't you die woman? You're bleeding too much for this to be normal!" there were only a few lines that you heard every month.

[marvelingjules]

19 for the romance asks

19. talking late into the night

And we're doing Buddie with this. Because I want to lol.

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I found this in my drafts from months and months ago and can’t fully remember where I was going with it but hey! Enjoy? lol.

I haven’t watched the latest season so, keep that in mind.

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"You know, somehow I thought birthday parties would get easier as he got older," Buck said, dropping onto the couch after the last trash bag full of napkins, plates, cake, and wrapping paper had been taken out.

Eddie snorted, storing the vacuum in the hall closet. "Why's that?"

"I dunno," Buck said, scratching at his chin. "Just. Little kids, cake - makes me think of them running wild on a sugar rush."

"Instead we get preteens that want to do wild stunts every five minutes." Eddie came and sat on the couch next to him, groaning quietly. "Thanks. For helping," he added, tilting his head on the back of the couch to look at Buck. It was soft, fond, with that little smile that was the one Eddie got when he was feeling content and relaxed.

Buck swallowed the tightness in his throat, a mix of nerves and longing. It might have taken him a while to realize just what that might mean, but he knew the chances of anything coming of it were beyond slim. And he'd rather keep the Diazes in his life than not.

"Hey, anytime," he said, glad it came out easily. "Not like I had other plans."

Eddie hummed. "Thought you were dating - Natalia, right? You trying to tell me you didn't have plans on a Saturday night we weren't working?" He raised a brow.

"Uh, no." He blinked. "I mean, no, we're not - uh, we were but..."

Frowning slightly, Eddie straightened, turning to face Buck on the couch. "But...?"

Buck grimaced. "You know when someone says something, and later they - take it back, I guess, say they were wrong and act like it's different. And you wanna believe that, but.... But you can't forget it? Like it's stuck in your head, like those sticker weeds?"

Eddie's stare was focused, listening. Buck almost looked away, and did when Eddie asked, "What did she say?"

"Uh... our first date - I told you it didn't really go great."

"Yeah. You said she was put off by the whole past girlfriends and sperm donor thing."

"She was." Buck sighed. "What she said specifically it's - it's not important, just - it didn't seem fair, to her, to constantly be worried what would be the thing to be too much again."

"Not fair to you either," Eddie said mildly. "You deserve someone that ain't gonna run just cause we lead crazy lives sometimes."

"Yeah well... I'm still winning out on the crazy."

Eddie raised his brows.

"Truck, embolism, tsunami, lightning," he listed off, keeping it light and joking. "Surprised none of you think I'm a jinx."

"Jinxes aren't real," Eddie said, like Buck expected. "And even if they were, wouldn't matter. I'd still have your back."

Buck swallowed. "I know," he admitted quietly. And then, even quieter, a confession he'd barely admitted to himself in the darkest hours of the worst nights, "I don't think I could keep doing this if you weren't there with me."

Eddie reached out, hand landing on Buck's shoulder, squeezing. His thumb stroked over the edge of his collarbone. Looking almost painfully, fiercely earnest, Eddie said, "I'll keep saying it till we're old and senile, Evan. I'm not going anywhere. No matter what."

"Y-yeah," Buck said, mentally cursing at the stutter, and how he couldn't look away from Eddie's stare, from the heat he could feel building in his cheeks. "I know."

Shaking his head, Eddie said, "I don't think you do, not really." Sighing heavily, Eddie said, "I ever tell you what my folks said to me, before I left Texas?" When Buck shook his head, Eddie nodded, lips pressing together for a moment. He glanced away, but then back, looking almost stern. "They told me I was going to drag Chris down with me."

Buck sucked in a breath, furious, ready to tell Eddie exactly what kind of bullshit that was - but Eddie squeezed his shoulder again, a silent request not to speak.

"I was so scared they were right. Even as I moved Chris here with me, I felt - I felt like it was only a matter of time until I fucked up, did just as they said. I was floundering, Buck, felt like I was one bad day from drowning.” His lips quirked and he raised his brows. “And then you came along, and without me ever needing to say anything, let alone ask… you threw me a life preserver. Over and over again, you were there. I don’t think - I’m not sure you realize how much what you’ve done for us, for me, over the years has made a difference.”

“Eddie, I-“

“I’m not going anywhere, Buck, cause I don’t want to know what a life without you in it looks like.”

Buck’s breath shook as he inhaled, a prickling feeling at his eyes and nose, throat tight. He tried to say something, anything, but his mind was blank and he closed his mouth uselessly.

Eddie’s eyes searched his, focus intense. Buck wondered just how much he saw, how much of an open book he was.

“You never have to worry that one day it’s gonna be too much. That you’re gonna be too much. Not with me. Okay? Cause unless you decide to go full supervillain on me, I can’t imagine anything separating us.” Then he grinned, teasing. “And even then, I might join you instead.”

Buck laughed, and maybe it was a little wet, but Eddie didn’t comment on it. Buck finally leaned into Eddie’s hand, just a bit, and sighed when Eddie shifted the grip to instead toss an arm over his shoulders, yanking him in.

Closing his eyes, Buck savored the closeness, the smell of Eddie’s cologne and laundry detergent, the warmth both physical and not. Unlike earlier, when words had escaped him, now they crowded up on his tongue, pushing to spill out, filling his mind.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He wouldn’t say them. Eddie wouldn’t mean it like Buck would, wouldn’t understand how Buck meant it if he spoke them. And maybe later that would be okay. But in the moment Buck felt - fragile, almost.

And he didn’t want to ruin the moment, the late night pressing in, the comfort of what had been said earlier.

“C’mon,” Eddie said, voice low and a little raspy, probably from exhaustion. “Let’s go to bed.” He tugged Buck up, then down the hall to his room.

“I can… the couch?”

“Not tonight,” Eddie said after a moment. “Okay? Not tonight.”

Buck didn’t know really what that meant, except that Eddie apparently wanted him close, and Buck wanted it too. So he just said, “yeah, sure. Of course.”

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 21

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

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As soon as she stepped out of her bedroom, she hesitated going out, taking one step back while she looked at the man sleeping on her couch. His tattooed arm covered his head, while his unclothed upper body was visible over the thin blanket she gave him.

It was one thing dealing with Jungkook on common ground. She could hide in her house, controlling his moves through the peephole so they wouldn't have to meet. But it was completely different when the cause of her headaches was sleeping on her couch, peacefully, as if he weren't the reason why her daily life was turning upside down.

If she didn't dislike him so much, she wouldn't doubt waking him up. His marked abs were perfect to trace if she was planning on giving him a surprise, slowly moving up to his chest while her lips first got in contact with his warm skin. And then he'd probably move, resting on his back so she could play with his torso freely, with nothing in between her or his body. It probably was like heaven hearing his groans first thing in the morning, raspy and sleepy, trying to understand what was going on while her tongue traced the edge of his boxers.

—Liking what you see?

Until he spoke, and she realized why she would never even think of doing something like that to him.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize the moment he moved, uncovering his face as he moved his arm at the height of his belly. His eyes looked playful, and his smirk was cocky, while his head still rested against the hard pillow he used that night to sleep.

—More like hoping that smell isn't smoke —she lied.

There was no sign of him smoking there, but she needed to lie after being caught red-handed drooling for him.

—Did you know that the nose has memory? —he casually asked.

—So?

—Your brain was probably thinking of something else when you saw me shirtless on your couch, and the smell also came with it.

His right leg slightly flexed when he moved his body to lie on his back, with his tattooed arm hiding behind his head to work as a better support than the pillow.

—Doubt it —she walked to him, kicking his feet so he'd sit properly while talking to her.

With a scoff, Jungkook sat in the middle of the couch, soon challenging her with just one look.

—Why?

—Because I tend to erase traumas from my brain —she cut him off.

Although that comment only made Jungkook smile wider. Her denial of the undeniable attraction just worked as evidence that she also felt it, but she was too proud to admit that she was indeed into him, and that if it were for her deepest needs, he probably would be ramming into her crazily until her gaze went blurry and her nervous system was so fucked out that she wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence.

—A trauma that you repeat twice?

Her lips moved, but no words came out. As much as she hated to admit it, Jungkook was attractive, and he was good at sex.

—I'm leaving for work —her eyes rolled with the last word—. I know you'll be heading to work, too. I guess. You don't need to lock the door, but make sure it's closed. If I'm not here when you come back, call Roger. He has a copy of all the keys in the building in case something happens.

—And why don't you give me a copy?

—Tell him I'm not home. I guess he'll understand, since he was the one who came up with this idea —she ignored him.

—You're ignoring me.

—I'll unfortunately see you later —she waved goodbye, closing the door behind her.

His eyes squinted while he looked at the closed door where she disappeared. Last seeing her skirt flying while her body turned, escaping from his eyes. While looking a the white door, he tried to think if she had ever dressed so nicely to go to work. He didn't remember other times where she dressed like that just because. Actually, the last time she was dressed like that she showed up with her ex after a date.

His body became stiff after that thought.

Why did she even warn him about coming later than him? She was planning on having a date, and she didn't tell him anything. He was most definitely doing things wrong with her if she was planning on looking for something he could offer outside, instead of reaching for him.

Jungkook: Why did you say you were going to be home later than me? Are you meeting up with someone?

Unfortunately, it was too late when he realized the text he sent.

The overthinking led him to search for her number among the group chat where all the neighbors were, and his finger typed that jealous act before he was able to control it. Only noticing what those words sounded like after thinking about them twice in his head when he left his phone in front of him.

—Wait, no, no, no —at the same time his fingers scrolled through their chat to erase that text, she was already typing the response.

Y/n: Not your business.

Y/n: Remember to close the door when you leave

Y/n: I'll kill you if you don't.

Y/n: CLOSE

Y/n: THE

Y/n: DOOR!!

For once, he felt lucky his neighbor didn't pay that much attention to him or his big mouth, able to look past that dumb comment and make it seem as if they were on their usual rants.

It was one thing to feel jealous, or be bothered, but as much to project it and show her? Especially when there was no evidence about that actually happening? No, that was crossing the line.

He even had her saved with the nickname "Woodpecker" -because of the time she chose to drill through their shared wall to fight the noise he made-, instead of having her saved with her name and surname.

His thumbs were quick clicking the edit button to make that name disappear, changing it for Y/n Y/s with a pleased expression.

That change didn't last long.

Jungkook reached for his phone again shortly after dropping it back on the couch, going back to changing her name back to how it was. It didn't mean a thing to have her saved like that. It was obvious Y/n was close to him, as much as they fought, in comparison to the rest of neighbors in the building. It made no sense to label her the same way.

He had Jimin saved as ChimChim and it didn't mean anything other than them being close friends. Y/n wasn't close, but she was a friend. Or, at least, she was closer to becoming a friend than just being a regular neighbor.

—Right? —he softly asked.

After panic hit him, he jumped out of the couch, getting undressed to put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt to go to the gym. It wasn't like he was going to train a lot of people that day. And even then, he had some clothes saved in his locker -for the few times he forgot his shorts and a random t-shirt.

Jimin was looking at him with a sided smile, holding the straw with two of his fingers while he looked at his friend -who looked uneasy while looking at his beer. Usually whhen they hung out, Jungkook had his attention somewhere else, but it always was outside their table. That day he was still out of focus from their table. His body was aimed at him, but his mind was somewhere else.

—Is this a new trick? —Jimin finally cut him off.

—What?

—Sighing and looking deadbeat. I'm not really updated on tricks to get girls to talk to me, but I don't think this will work either.

Jungkook was his friend. And like his friend, Jimin knew to differentiate their type of hang outs, and classify them according to what the plan was going to be like. Usually, when they wanted to spend time together, they went for a coffee, or to have lunch -which was something that rarely happened after Jungkook hired him as the administrative of the gym-, and they only met in bars when they wanted to meet girls -although that theme went more along Jungkook rather than him.

—I don't want to get girls —he slowly shook his head—. That's the problem.

With his complaint, Jimin just looked more confused than before. It was his decision, by what he said, so it didn't make any sense to him why he seemed annoyed at his own choices.

—Well, my problems are about paying the rent and the bills, making sure my brother doesn't leave anyone pregnant and my friend doesn't get killed before thirty —Jimin commented, looking at Jungkook's barely noticeable bruises on his face—. But yeah, not getting girls by choice seems to be a huge problem.

—That's not the problem —Jungkook played with his lip rings on his tongue before he went on—. The problem is the reason.

—Gonorrhea? —Jimin tried to guess.

—What? No. I'm clean —he quickly denied, looking at his friend from head to the middle of his torso, where the tall table cut the rest of his sight—. I get tested regularly.

—Thank god, because you've had a pretty busy life these years —Jimin mumbled, sipping on his drink.

—I always use protection, by the way —he replied back.

—Ookay, okay. What's the reason?

Jungkook looked immediately uncomfortable, tilting his head while he cracked his neck. He looked uneasy, but at the same time nervous and excited to talk about it. His body language didn't give away how big or how serious that other reason was.

—...n —he mumbled.

—Huh?

—Y...

—What?

—Y/n —he lowered his voice when he realized everybody was looking at them.

How could he forget that name? Jimin knew it was the female name Jungkook had pronounced the most in the ten years they had known each other, even over the name of his tattoo artist.

—The same neighbor you almost intoxicated?

—That was an accident —he tried to excuse himself—. And she started first. And that's not what we're talking about.

—You like her?

—No —a scoff tried to light up the conversation, and relax all the tension on his neck—. I just think about all the fights I've had with her, and I can't understand why she rejects me, but still goes out with other guys. Huh. I'm the best option.

—You like her —Jimin confirmed.

—I don't —his insistence just gave out what he tried to cover up.

—You think about her at random times, you come up with any excuse to talk about her —Jimin remembered all the times he'd entered the gym, ranting about her or something related to her—, you get jealous, and you're annoyed because you aren't the first option. Sounds like, not only you like her, but karma is biting your ass for all the things you've done to all those girls.

—Hey, I did nothing —Jungkook quickly denied—. I never promised love. I always made my intentions clear with all of them.

Except for Carly, but she didn't count.

—Whatever. The Jungkook I know would be shooting his shot with the hot girl over there —Jimin pointed at the tall red-haired woman at the corner of the counter, with a tight green dress—. Yet you're here yapping about a girl you supposedly don't like.

His head was thrown back when he realized the words his friend was using. As much as he hated to admit it, as much as he wanted to fight it, he was right. It didn't mean that he liked Y/n, but he was overly obsessed over the curse idea.

—I'm not surprised she got in your head though. That girl... —his comment was cut off by the deadly look Jungkook was aiming at him— Why are you looking at me like that if you don't like her?

—Because you're disrespecting her.

—I didn't even say anything.

—But you were about to.

—Hey —he aimed to make sense of what was going on—. You insist you're just confused, right? —his friend nodded— Then spend time with her. Try to get to know her, get close with her. It could be you're just stunned by how mysterious she is to you. Maybe once you realize she isn't more than the expectation you imagined, you'll move on.

—And what if it isn't just an expectation.

—Then you'll be deep in —Jimin grimaced at the idea, supporting both of his elbows at the edge of the table.

—And what should I do to grow closer to her? I think I've already tried that.

—Knowing what she's allergic to because you almost killed her isn't remotely close to what I'm suggesting —Jimin corrected him—. Talk with her without it leading to an argument, find something you have in common and move from there.

The click echoed across his brain with that idea.

The only thing they had in common were those illegal fights, and the fact that she wanted to expose the people that led her brother to death. Even if she had said she didn't want to work with him on that, he knew she probably wouldn't fight it if he looked like he actually wanted to help her work on it.

That was why he didn't waste time after meeting up with Jimin, driving his motorbike to her place, only to find her door closed. Right when he was about to go to Roger's place, like Y/n had asked him to do, he found the man running downstairs in a rush.

He was lucky he caught him before he had to leave to pick up one of his daughters from one of those extracurriculars they were overworked with.

Jungkook ordered some pizzas, which he was planning on reheating after she came home, and opened the only wine she had in her kitchen. He tried to make it seem as innocent and cozy as possible, so she wouldn't come home with the sword lifted up and ready to attack.

Oh, how wrong he was...

—What did I tell you about touching my things? —she ranted, dropping her keys on the small hanger she had— I was saving up that wine.

—For what?

For the moment her sister stopped coming at Mitchell's neck for no reason, for the moment she got renewed in the Newspaper she was working at... It was the most expensive wine she had bought in her life, and she was saving it up for a good reason.

Although, for the first time, Jungkook looked regretful of his actions, looking down at the bottle with sadness while he tried to find an explanation that could make her feel better.

—It's alright. Let's just... It's alright. What's this all about?

Her steps sounded light, and her perfume soon inundated the room, with the floral scent being the only thing he could smell as she walked by to leave her jacket on the backrest of one of the chairs around the dinner table.

—Hmm... What was all this about? —he mumbled, trying to earn some consciousness back— Oh, right. I thought that, since we're going to be living together, we should get on well.

—Right —she nodded.

—Let's sit and eat.

Jungkook only rushed her to eat to get her out of his camp of vision, and manage to focus back on his thoughts. He was convinced that seeing her eating would set some turn offs that could work better to wake him up. It was all in those small details people usually ignore while they're falling in love. If he went one step ahead, he probably would kick out those feelings before they even showed up.

But it was of no help.

The way her fingers placed the ham so she'd take the small portions with each bite, the way her tongue moved around her corners to lick any remains of sauce on them... He even found cute the way her eyes looked at one concrete part in the room while she chewed on the slice.

—How was work? —he suddenly asked.

—You want to know?

—That's why I'm asking.

—It was okay —she shrugged—. I didn't do much. I thought about you if I'm honest.

The squeak his stomach suffered at that mention gave him a bad feeling. Why was he excited about something so simple?

—Really?

—Yeah. I thought that... Well, since we're living together, it might be a good idea if you pick me up from work and we get home together. That way you won't have to be bothering Roger, and you won't be waiting outside either.

—What about the days I'm done earlier? —he raised his eyebrow.

—Let me know, and I'll finish the shift from home —she shrugged—. It's only for the days you're done earlier. The days you're later than me, it won't be necessary. So you get an idea, I'm usually done by seven.

—That's a good idea —he nodded.

—Right?

Hell, she looked so cute when she smiled so wide.

—What about your day? I see your face still looks the same.

—My trainees don't kick me. They knew they wouldn't be able to win against me —that comment made Y/n roll her eyes funnily, while his body turned a bit more in her direction—. What was that? You've seen me fighting.

—I've seen you being knocked out on the floor, and having to pick you up to get out of there —she teased him.

—It was your fault.

—Okay, if you want to come up with excuses...

Her eyes looked at him over the curve of the glass while she sipped on some of the wine. It seemed different from other times. She wasn't attacking him, but playing along with his jokes.

—I'm sorry for that night —she finally said after a brief silence—. Maybe if I hadn't been so obvious...

—So you're saying I was right —the piercings on his right eyebrows disappeared under his bangs as he raised them.

—I'm taking the blame from my side of the problem. The rest is all on you.

His smile looked different. He seemed approachable. Not only in the sense that he was easy to mess with, but in the sense that it seemed like it was possible to have a normal conversation with him.

—I guess that's better than nothing —he threw the napkin he cleaned his mouth with, slowly moving his body back to rest it against the backrest.

—Why aren't you always like this? —she challenged him— I thought it wasn't in you to be a reasonable person, but now it's obvious that you can.

—Because you're easy to annoy. And it's kinda fun —he admitted, moving closer to her.

—Tss —she scoffed, slowly shaking her head— is this your last resource to take someone to bed?

—It's my last resource to make things right with you —her eyes momentarily shone with those words, feeling blank at the sudden cuteness attack.

—What do you...

Jungkook picked up her phone from the other side of the table, asking her to type the code so he'd be able to do what he was thinking. She was in such shock that she didn't think much before she typed the six digits and opened the door to her deepest secrets and most important information for him.

She was surprised when she saw the recorder on her screen when he placed the phone over the coffee table, waiting for their eyes to meet before he started speaking.

—Alessandro Rossi is the man who sent two guys to beat me, and he's in charge of all the illegal fights that happen in the area. Nobody knows who he is, nobody knows what he looks like, but just with his name people know it's better not to mess with him —Y/n looked at him attentively—. Elijah controls the training centers at the South of Chicago. Some people will tell you it's because he's tougher than the other two, but reality is that Rossi probably doesn't respect him enough and that's why he's sent him to the worst neighbors to control.

He stopped talking, clicking on the red button to cut the recording and go back to talking to her.

—That's the proof that I'm not playing this time. I gave you two big names, and the rest will be details that will link things together. I'm serious about helping you.

—And what about your ass being risked and all of that?

—Nobody can know it was me. I'll help you with the information. In exchange, you delete the pictures where my face is clear, and erase any evidence of me helping you after you're done —his tongue moved through his lips—. I also started this because I had to help my family, and it's no different now —he confessed, explaining with little words he could relate to what happened to her brother.

—Won't you be playing against yourself with this?

—Well, I want to help you, too. And it'll be another excuse for you to get crazier over me.

There were no bad looks, or bad replies after that sentence. Y/n only looked at him with a smile, letting them dig through his face until they fell on his lips.

Were his lip rings always so shiny and attractive?

—I should go to my room —she whispered.

—I don't really mind you being here —just like hers, his eyes fell on her lips subtly.

If only they moved a bit closer, their lips would link and he'd finally get to taste her again in his mouth. Sense kicked quicker in her system than his, moving back and getting up, causing Jungkook to slightly lose his balance as he moved forward with his eyes closed.

—I'll go to my room. I don't want to be bothering you here.

—It's still early.

—I'm tired —she lied—. I'll see you tomorrow.

—But...

Y/n escaped.

She sneaked as quickly as she could inside her room because she knew what would've ended up happening if she had stayed there. She didn't know what caused that sudden change in Jungkook, but she for sure wasn't going to fall for it. She wasn't even sure if she was going to work with him on the article.

She couldn't understand it, but she hated how weak she felt around Jungkook.

It was so unfair. 

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

[radiant-reid]

spencer having his first ever ny kiss with his gf!! he’s so excited

i'm writing it but i also have a full-length nye fic coming !!

Because Rossi is on a different coast in California, you had convinced Spencer to host the annual New Year's party. There wasn't a lot of convincing to do since he'd do pretty much anything you wanted, but his apartment was more central so you thought it was the perfect location.

You'd been decorating all day, putting up ballons of black, silver, white, and gold as well as big ballon numbers for the new year. There are party hats, hanging stars, lots of champagne for after 12, and cocktails for before.

"Alright, I think we're done." You declare, looking at the living room and kitchen area.

"It looks amazing." He agrees, meeting you in the middle of the living room in a hug. "Thanks for helping out."

You chuckle. "I invited everyone to your place, it's only fair I help you."

"I was surprised that you didn't try to distract me at all." He admits, tracing his tongue over your lips as he looks at you slightly lustfully.

"I take my New Year's parties very seriously." You joke, grinning at him while your hand travels down to his slacks. "And everyone's turning up at eight, so we don't have time."

You leave him standing there, no doubt growing hard as you walk off to his bedroom to change into your tiny silver dress. It's gorgeous, short, with sparkles on it that make you shine like a disco ball. You have matching heels, too, that look hot.

When you come back out, Emily's already there, drinking a glass of wine. You exchange hugs and get to talking about your Christmases. It's odd, but you spend so much of your life with the team that it's weird you haven't seen her in more than a week.

Secondly, JJ, Will, and Henry before Hotch, Beth, and Jack, then Morgan, and finally, Penelope, who's very apologetic about being late but was so because she was making cupcakes.

You drink, eat, and talk about your Christmases and plans for the next year. By 11:55, everyone's gathered around the TV, watching the news coverage of the ball dropping to welcome in the New Year.

Spencer stands next to you behind the couch, an arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you close. "Had a good night?" You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He nods. "So good." He answers. "Do you want to know something?"

You look up at him. "Yeah, what is it?"

"I've never had a New Year's kiss." He informs you.

Your eyes widen before you frown. "Really?" He nods. "Why wouldn't someone have not done that before?" You're actually puzzled. He's had girlfriends before, and he's prime New-Year's-kiss material.

"I usually get broken up with before my birthday." He tells you, chuckling slightly.

"Well, you're going to get one this year." You assure him.

He grins at you excitedly. "Not to push my luck, but what about next year?"

You nod. "Yeah, I could see that happening."

"It's almost your time to shine." He informs you, nodding to the TV where a ten-second countdown has started.

You count the seconds in unison with everyone else, all the couples getting closer as they wait to kiss.

"One." You cheer, turning to look at Spencer, who's already looking at you.

He doesn't say anything before he leans in to kiss you, pressing his lips against yours while everyone cheers and pops open champagne, confetti flying around while fireworks go off outside.

You're both smiling when you pull back. "Happy New Year, Y/n." He tells you.

"Happy New Year, Spence."

[skyeeuphixia]

𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 // 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

lip Gallagher x girlfriend OC (Delilah) summary: in which lip and delilah give fiona a break and have the kids to themselves  or in which debbie and delilah get some 'sister' time

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"Ok, Bottles are in the cupboard, formula and milk are in the fridge, but Lip knows all that," Fiona informs Lip's girlfriend, showing her where everything is as if she hadn't been dating Lip and coming over to the house for 7 months now. 

Today Fiona was stepping out of her comfort zone by spending the night away with her boyfriend, Jimmy/Steve. Jimmy/Steve had somehow managed to book a room at The Langham Hotel, meaning that Lip was now in charge of babysitting his younger siblings, minus Ian as he was having a sleepover with 'Mandy'. She had done it once before Lip and Delilah were dating, but that ended in Frank having to fake his death. So Fiona had managed to convince herself that everything would go to shit if she left for another night. It took a lot of convincing from all the kids, Kev, V and Jimmy/Steve to convince Fiona to go, let alone leave them with Liam alone. So she compromised, she would leave Lip in charge, if, his girlfriend Delilah helped out, because in her words "She will actually keep some order in this house." 

"Lay off my girlfriend Fi," Lip sighs trekking down the stairs to the kitchen, having already gone through the same lecture, twice, hours earlier, "It's not like she's not been here a million times, besides she's better with Liam than any of us."

Fiona sighed and placed the bottle she had picked up back in the cupboard before rubbing her forehead, "I know, I know it's just last time everything went down with Frank and-"

"-and that's different to any other day how?" Lip asks, standing next to his girlfriend, placing his arm around her shoulders, Delilah nudging him slightly giving a look that tells him to listen to his older sister. 

"Just, don't let the house burn down, don't let Frank in but I doubt he'll show up, uh what else, oh you two," She suddenly snapped pointing a finger between the two of them causing them to raise their eyebrows in surprise, not expecting the sudden change in attitude. 

"The moment I exit the house you two are "working", you're not hanging out, not on a date, your focus is on the kids, so no funny business." 

Lip opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Fiona pointing at him once again, "Including after they fall asleep," she snaps, Lip's mouth promptly shutting. 

"Don't worry Fiona, I'll keep everything together." Delilah smiled at her, causing the older girl to give her a grateful smile. 

"Yeah besides we're going to have a fun time, won't we buddy?" Lip asks picking up Liam from his place on the sofa, making funny faces at him, "Oh and you mean we'll keep everything together?" Lip asked, looking at Delilah expectantly.

"I meant what I said," Delilah teased, leaving no room for Lip to argue as Jimmy/Steve enters through the front door and makes his way to the trio.

"Hey ready to go?" He asks Fiona, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I just-"

"She's ready," Both Lip and Delilah answer at the same time, knowing that Fiona was just going to try and stall for longer. 

"Great, let's go," Jimmy/Steve smiles at her, slowly guiding her out of the house as she continued to call out orders to the two teenagers. 

"Lip, don't do anything Delilah wouldn't do! If I come back and everything has gone to shit I swear I will-" She didn't get to finish her threat however as the sound of the door shutting cut her off.  

Lip and Delilah looked at each other for a few seconds, waiting to see who would suggest what to do first, this was new to the two of them, normally, when they hung out together, there was a goal or purpose; just being in each others company, Homework, Sex. Sure they had a purpose, babysitting, but what are you supposed to do when none of the children need anything? 

"Movie?" 

"Sure," 

The two of them swiftly make their way over to the living room, Delilah grabbing a blanket and sitting on the couch, settling Liam next to her, Lip flipping through the selection of DVDs the Gallaghers owned. The Gallaghers had a few really good selections of films, the only issue was Delilah and Lip could never agree on what to watch. 

"Uh we got, insidious, Top Gun, IT-"

"You're just picking the ones you want to watch!" 

"Ok, you pick something out then,"

"Mean Girls" She answers picking up the movie with no hesitation and starting to open it before Lip snatched it out of her hands. 

"No way that movie's shit!"

"Oh yeah, how do you know that? Seen it before?" 

"Beyond the point! Look I just don't see what's so entertaining about watching dumb teenagers talk about how big their hair is," Lip argued back, smirking at her slightly. 

"Yeah well if we watched a horror film there's the risk of the kids coming down and traumatising themselves! Not to mention Liam is right here!" Delilah argues back, not wanting to risk the wrath of Fiona the following morning if she finds out that Debbie and Carl are all of a sudden too scared to fall asleep. 

"Ok fine, you pick, anything but mean girls," Lip groans, taking a seat back on the couch, swiftly joined by Delilah.

"Tangled,"

"That's a kids film,"

"Harry Potter!"

"I've watched that series with you three times now!"

"Angus, thongs and perfect snogging!"

"Take out Angus and that's my kind of night,"

"Bullet Train!"

"And listen to you drool over Aaron Taylor Johnson for two and a half hours again, no thanks,"

"Why don't we watch the next episode of blue planet? Everyone likes that!" 

"Yeah I guess, let's just watch that," Lip sighed, turning on the most recent episode of blue plant the family had recorded. The Gallaghers, Kev and Veronica, Jimmy/Steve and Delilah often watched different shows together, having episodes upon episodes of the different shows they watched recorded, however, it wasn't uncommon for Delilah and Lip to be an episode ahead of the rest, often watching the next episode in secret when no one's around. 

Lip and Delilah settled down next to each other, huddling up for warmth, Liam's head resting across Delilah's lap, as David Attenborough's calming voice introduced them to the wonders of the world's oceans. 

They watched in silence as a fish miraculously jumped out of the water and grabbed a bird midflight when from nowhere Debbie and Carl appeared in front of the TV.

"What the hell get out of the way, it was getting good!" Lip called out in frustration, pausing the show the couple was undoubtedly fascinated by. 

"We're bored," Debbie says matter-of-factly, placing her hands on her hips. 

"So? Entertain yourselves," Lip says, leaning back convinced that that simple sentence solved all their problems.

"You're the babysitters, you're supposed to entertain us," Carl argues back.

"Well, what do you guys want to do?" Delilah asks, sitting up so she could see them properly past Lip. 

"I want some girl time with Delilah," Debbie says smiling smugly at Lip, knowing she would be ruining the alone time he hoped to have with his girlfriend. 

"Ok, I'll go with Debbie, and you entertain Carl and Liam," Delilah announces standing from the couch, patting Lip's shoulder, and making her way towards the stairs with Debbie swiftly following her. 

"Wait, what!?" Lip exclaims, turning towards her, holding his arms out slightly, shocked by how willing Delilah was to listen to the demands of some 12 and 10-year-olds.

"We're here to babysit Lip, this is part of the job," Delilah shrugged before walking up the stairs, Debbie in tow, and walking to the room the younger girl shared with Liam. 

"So, what do you want to do Debs?" Delilah asked, sitting on the girl's bed, noticing how hard the mattress was. 

"I don't know, girl stuff and girl talk,"

"Girl stuff and girl talk?" Delilah smiles amused by the younger girl.

"Yeah, Fiona's busy and so I try not to bother her with girly talks, besides Fiona is a lot...rougher than you, and you're closer to my age! And you're not a Gallagher, I think it would be good to get an outside opinion," Debbie declares.

Delilah chuckled at the young girl, "Ok where do you want to start?"

Delilah watched as the younger girl made her way over to one of her shelves picked out a CD and swiftly put it into a pink CD player, which Delilah and Lip had gotten her for her birthday, the sound of Madonna's; Like a Virgin coming from it, causing Delilah to smile a little as she had been the one to introduce Debbie to 80s music.

"Hmm, wait here," Debbie swiftly made her way out and into the hall, leaving the older girl alone, Delilah let out a long breath as she waited, pulling a confused face as she heard the sounds of drawers opening and slamming shut. 

Before she could call out to Debbie, the redhead strutted back into the room with a small vial and a little bag in her hand. 

"Nails and makeup," Debbie said, putting a vial of baby pink nail varnish and Fiona's make-up bag on her bed.

"Debs," Delilah sighed, "This is Fiona's stuff we really shouldn't do this,"

"I'll take it all off before we go to bed! And Fiona will probably assume the nail varnish is yours 'cause you wear this colour all the time," Debbie reasons. Delilah puts her head down, noticing that she was, in fact, wearing the same baby pink nail varnish at that moment. 

"Ok, ok, let's start with the nail varnish then," Delilah smilies, picking up the vial and shaking it, before taking Debbie's left hand and starting to paint her nails, the two girls sat in silence for a few moments. 

"Do boys ever stop being gross and annoying?" Debbie asks out of nowhere, as Delilah finished off her left hand, painting the pinky finger and taking the other hand.

Delilah laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, never will, but you come to realise that girls are just as annoying as boys just in different ways, so one day, you'll find a boy or girl who's annoying compliments your annoying. Can't do much about the grossness though."

"Ugh, can't boys just be...better?"

"You come to realise as you get older Debbie, not everyone is perfect, you learn to tolerate the bad things, and love the good things, but if the bad things really bother you, then, if that person can't change it, they're not right for you."

"How do you know someone's right? How did you know my brother was the right one for you?" 

Delilah thought for a moment holding two different shades of blush towards Debbie's face, deciding the lighter of the two was more her colour, before beginning to apply some and answering the younger girl's question, "When he blocked Karen's number,"

"I never really liked Karen."

"You wouldn't be the only one,"

"Why did that do it?"

"At that point, we had been dating for around three months, and although he had been nothing but amazing, because of his past with Karen and Mandy, I had my doubts, and I'll admit, I was prepared for something to go wrong," Delilah admits. "I remember Mandy breaking up with Lip cause he was still in love with Karen, so throughout the first three months I was just looking for signs he still loved her because I just felt immensely insecure about my place in the relationship-"

"Wait what?! You? Insecure?"

"Oh yeah! I was so insecure, still am sometimes, I thought I was a huge downgrade, I wasn't as exciting as Mandy or Karen in...ways that you don't need to know. And so I thought he would get bored pretty quick and go back to Karen. And then one day while we were hanging out, his phone started ringing and it was Karen, and I was so prepared for him to drop everything and go running to her, I guess that showed on my face because, Lip looked at me, declined the call and deleted her number, nothing else had to be said, he told me everything I needed to know through his actions. It doesn't sound like much but, I know how much he cared for her so, it meant a lot to me, " Delilah retold, smiling thoughtfully. 

"I hope my future relationship is like yours and Lips,"

"Thanks, Debs," Delilah smiled, moving on to apply a light shade of red lipstick to Debbies's lips. 

"How did you and Lip even meet? I just remember you slowly spending more and more time here and I never really questioned it." Debbie asked, trying not to move her mouth too much.

"To be honest, I don't really know how it happened either, we sat next to each other in English for Sophmore and Junior year, but never spoke unless it was work-related, we only started talking as friends when Mandy and I got close, I'll be honest, we were so different we didn't like each other, but the more time we spent together, the closer friends we became and, I don't know, here we are." Delilah reminisced, brushing Debbies's hair and putting them into two neat plaits, which is how Debbie liked to wear her hair at night. 

"What's going to happen when you guys go off to college? You're not going to the same one," 

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it, listen Debs if you have one foot in the future and one in the past, it means you're pissing on today," 

"What?"

"Basically don't worry about what's to come and what's going to happen, live in the moment Debs you'll be happier that way, and right now, what you have to do is get to bed, it's 9:30." 

"What no!" Debbie complained.

"Sorry Debs, Fionas orders, now, go take a look in the bathroom mirror, brush your teeth, get the make-up off, and get ready for bed, I'll put away Fiona's stuff," Delilah says, packing away the makeup as Debbie agrees, trudging out of the room, saying a quick thank you on her way out.

"Tell you what," Delilah says, "Next Saturday, you and I head off to the mall together, go to all your favourite shops, and we can play mine and Mandy's favourite game, we pick a clothes store and pick out clothes for the other person without showing them and we have to try them on." 

"Really?!"

"Really!" 

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Debbie repeats, hugging the older girl before running back out of the room to get ready for bed. 

Delilah chuckled at the younger girl's actions, turning off the CD player, before grabbing all of Fiona's stuff and bringing it into Fiona's room, managing to step on one of Liam's squeaky toys, which she was positive was actually a dog toy, on her way. 

As she exited Fiona's room, she was greeted by a very unimpressed, dishevelled-looking Lip, his hair was all over the place, parts  of his white tank top were ripped, and he had an already sleeping Liam on his hip, "What happened to you?" Delilah tried not to laugh. 

"Turns out Carl's idea of fun is hunting me down with his Nerf gun, and when I asked how I'm supposed to defend myself, the little shit laughed at me - Don't you start!" He accuses her, noticing her face contorting slightly as she attempts to hide her laughter. 

"Sorry, just didn't think you'd get the shit beat out of you by a 10-year-old," Delilah teases, taking Liam from Lip, pushing past him and going back into Debbie's room. Lip rolled his eyes rather and went in the opposite direction to his own room to make sure Carl went to bed.

Delilah gently put Liam in his crib, before turning and watching as Debbie tucked herself into bed, "Goodnight Debs," She said, turning the light off as she made her way out of the room. 

"Goodnight," She hears in reply as she shuts the door, Lip shuts the door to his room at the same time, walking over to join her. 

He was about to open his mouth to say something, but Delilah raise her hand, noticing the bottom of Debbie's door was illuminating a small pool of light.

"Debbie no reading under the covers, you know the rules," She calls out, the light immediately vanishes as Debbie turns her torch off, listening to the older girl. Delilah smiles smugly at Lip, causing him to roll his eyes at her, but he didn't try to hide the smile on his face. 

"You're good with them,"

"I know. So tell me," Delilah starts, heading down the nearest staircase to make her way back to the living room, being followed by her boyfriend, "How did you allow yourself to get chased around by a child?"

"Ok I did not 'allow myself' I was taken by surprise, I watch you go after Debs and when I turned back around the little shit was pointing the fucking thing in my face, so I did what most people would do if they had a gun pointed at them, I ran!" 

"And what was Liam doing during all this?" Delilah asked as she sat back in her original spot on the sofa, Lip sitting a few moments after her, putting his arm around her.

"Little fucker just sat and laughed the whole time." Lip grumbled, looking back at his girlfriend, whose mouth was twitching slightly, "Don't even," 

"I'm not saying anything!" 

"Yeah well, how you feel about that is written all over your face, you're an open book love," Lip states, reaching forwards slightly to grab the remote to the TV, unpausing the show to continue where they left off. 

"Am not!" 

"Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say," 

Delilah rolled her eyes at her boyfriend before snuggling up to him so that they were both more comfortable. As the night drew on the teenager's eyes slowly drooped as they both fell asleep in each other's arms, which their backs would hate them for tomorrow, as the lumpiness of the sofa would for sure cause them some aches, not that they cared right now though, they were far to content and tired to care about that. 

After a relaxing night, even though some lingering worry stayed in the back of her mind, Fiona returned home in the early hours of the next morning to find the house not in complete chaos, but instead, the two teenagers still snuggled up close to one another, the TV now playing some random news channel in the background. 

The sight of the two teenagers made the older sister smile, it was rare to see the two of them so relaxed, considering they were often stressed with either work, school or job-wise, chores or general teenage stress. This was the most relaxed she had seen the two of them in a while, which surprised her, as she thought the kids would have made them reconsider all of their life choices by now. 

"You did good guys," she whispered, as she slipped one envelope into Lip's favourite hoodie, which was hanging off the side of the couch, and one into Delilah's jacket, which was hanging up on the coat hanger, each one containing $25 for their efforts. 

They deserve it. 

■━■━■ (fin)

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Stephanie Love, or Stephanie Sinnz ?

As some of you may know , my husband and I gave up the hotwife lifestyle for more of a traditional christian lifestyle, and I/we have kept from any type of outside indulgence........

That is up until last week.

I'm not sure exactly how long it's been since we/I have done  anything outside of our marriage. The best I can guess is several months.

During that time I have been incredibly horny, to the point I'm soaking through my panties, and have been soaking wet during sex with my husband.

Last week I had off work, and with no money and no place to go, hubby and I just stayed home. During that week hubby and I engaged in sex as we normal do, but one particular night was different.

Lately when he cums, if he doesn't cum inside me, he'd pull out and cum on me.

The thing is his orgasms have just been kinda flowing out, not the usual lengthy shots I/we are accustomed to.

This one particular night I was in the missionary position and he pulled out and blasted his cum on my face and up over my head, hitting the headboard.

Oh wow! I said.

Both of us being pretty surprised, I asked him what that was all about.

He admitted to me, that he was imagining my soaking wet pussy was leftover cum from other men. 

 

After a long talk that night, we agreed to start back up into our old lifestyle, but we should probably take it slower this time, and maybe practice a bit more attentiveness and prudence.

The next day we talked about a cum and dump, a gangbang, a train, etc , due to the fact we had a full free week.

The only problem was that it's been many months and I wasn't sure I was in shape for all that. Not to mention, we had just agreed on starting off slow. Lol

I have many many phone numbers blocked on my phone, so that night I unblocked but only one, that one was Quincy. I made the call , and he sent me to voice mail.

Before I could even process what the fuck! He messaged and it read 'I'll call you back'.

Roughly 30 min later he called.

We talked for a bit and got the long time no sees and he missed me etc, out of the way.

He said he had a new girlfriend but he still definitely wanted to do something with me.

I explained to him the whole hotwife lifestyle I was living and the change my husband and I took, and he agreed to help out in anyway possible, including meeting my husband, coming to our house, letting my husband watch, etc .

We planned for the following night, and so hubby and I controlled our urge to have sex in anticipation for the following night.

The night of I/we where ready. I made the phone call, no answer, I messaged, no response.

It was at that point hubby and I gave up.

We sat around talking. My husband was trying to boost my damaged spirit by saying what a fool Quincy was, and what a great wife I am, etc.

Hubby suggested we watch a feel good movie naked in bed, then he was going to make sweet love to me.

Halfway through the movie,  I get a text from Quincy, 'sorry, im here now, is it okay?' it read.

Still naked I spang from the bed, opened the door and he told me that we had to be quick cause he told his girlfriend he was just runningto the store. He told me that he had just fucked her, and that she had just cum all over his cock.   Hearing him say that got me instantly horny and I knew I wanted to taste her cum. Entering the bedroom where my husband still layed, i introduced them quickly, and they made a quick "Hi" .

I pulled out his cock and started taking it down my throat as best I could (he is big, very big). He was right that he must have cum recently and I could taste that he had just been inside of a pussy. 

I licked him clean before hopping on top of him and riding him hard until the thought of him fucking me right after he fucked his girlfriend made me cum hard. After I came he lifted me up and down until he filled me up with his cum. He made me lick him clean before he rushed out of the car and back home so his girlfriend wouldn't know. 

The whole thing prob took only a few minutes but it was enough time to stretch me out and fill me full.

My husband waisted no time in ravishing my used body, and cumming super hard inside me.

Ps. The next day I made a doctors appointment because I was have pain and cramping down there.

I got a clean bill of health, but apparently I was hurting because his big dick stretch me out so fast, and the cramping was because his big dick was slamming my uterus.

Basically,  I'm just out of practice. Lol

[shuugumi]

okay but your nerdy virgin and shy boyfriend in his first time with you (his first blowjob, fucking and pussy eating) the reader already has sexual experience

I need it

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fave male character x you ! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: surprising your nerdy and shy boyfriend with at home date at his home, until things take a little turn that ends up with him losing his virginity to you. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 2k140wc, lost virginity (m), reader has experience, fem!reader, date night, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (they'll probably have a surprise in a few weeks lol), not proofread, vanilla sex 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i have no idea why i struggled with writing this but i hope you enjoy it! i foamed at the mouth when i read the ask, so thank u anon for your request! i loved doing this prompt. with that being said, requests are open! gimme some prompts

nerdy boyfriend who isn't the one for grand gestures or crowded places, so for a special date night, you opted for something intimate and close to his heart— a night of games at his cozy apartment.

the sun dipped below the horizon and the air was crisp with the new season slowly making its appearance, you arrived at his front door with a basket filled with snacks and board games in hand.

you knocked gently as your heart flutters with excitement. when the door swung open, there did he stand. his eyes widening behind those thick glass frames as he was quite surprised by your appearance. "hey there!," you greeted him with that usual warm smile that makes him gushy on the inside.

shifting your weight onto your tipy toes you leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "i thought we could have a fun game night at your place!"

his face lit up, and his normal shy demeanor gave way to a genuine smile. "that—that sounds perfect," he replied, stepping aside to let you in. the atmosphere was cozy with his living room lights dimmed and a candle that you gifted him for your 6th month anniversary was lit. his bookshelves that were placed around his living room was filled with novels, comic books, and action figures neatly displayed.

his love for all things nerdy was evident, and being the best girlfriend, you couldn't help but admire the passion that radiated from his collection.

settling down on his small two seater plush couch, surrounded by a small pillow and a blanket. the board games were scattered across his coffee table and the tempting array of snacks were within arm's reach. nerdy boyfriend took a seat next you and slowly snaked his arm around your waist as you started to set up one of the games.

chest was his favorite, so you started to set up the board. his strategic mind was impressive and you found yourself drawn to the way his eyes sparkled. you knew deep down that, you wouldn't have a chance at winning but, just playing and seeing your shy boyfriend become to enthusiastic about his movements and tips made your heart flutter.

as the game began, tension between the two grew but not because of the competition but because he kept getting your ponds everytime it was his move.

"baby, you can't do that!" he chuckles, moving one of your pieces back after you moved it in a certain place that was not allowed. "well in my rule book i can!" you pester, stealing one of his chest pieces and waving it in the air.

your shirt lifted just barley exposing your midriff as you waved it in the air, "i got it." you giggled, giving him a cheeky smile and he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist and tired grabbing the piece with his free hand. "can't do that! give it back baby." he says sternly, grabbing a hold of your hand that held his piece in. with the significant difference in strength. winning was never the option and he was able to gain back his piece. starting an all out war on this one chess piece.

climbing on top of his lap and desperately trying to reach his hand that's now waving in the air. you tried to grab the piece but embarrassingly failed when he gained strength to flip you over and pin your hands above your head.

it became. silent. just breathing and the eyes of two lovers starring at each other with ecstasy. shyly you smiled before moving your head foward and planting a soft kiss on his. he was shocked at first, his cheeks becoming red and hot. he kissed you a few more times before you deppend the kiss, sliding your now freed hand onto his cheek.

the kiss was sloppy and messy.

it had been communicated that, he lacked the experience of being intimate with a partner. never had prior experience unlike you. you wrap your legs around his waist and slowly grind yourself on his pelvis, wanting friction as he slightly moans giving you access to slipping your tongue into his mouth and softly biting his bottom lip.

"ow baby that's, that's my lip." he says before planting a kiss on your forehead. "sorry..." you gave him a small smile. "are-are we gonna do it? for real?" his tone is awkward, scared and shy when he asked you and you raised an eyebrow. "only if--if your ready." you reassure him, putting some of his hair behind his ear.

"i want to do it. i am more than ready."

and you find yourself in between his thighs as he sat up on the couch. slowly unbuttoning his pants and bringing out his hardening cock. with a eyeing view up to shy boyfriend who was more than a burgundy color red in the face, he was breathing hard. "tell me if you want me to stop okay?" you say, tracing your fingers over across the tip of his cock that rested just below his belly button.

he was, long. and somewhat thick. nothing that really surprised you. he was somewhat lanky but also buff. a sleeper build if you must. grabbing a hold of his cock and slowly swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. making sure to trace every dip and vein, licking from top to the base. trailing small kisses back to the tip. reaching the tip, it was only a few seconds of teasing before you closed your lips around the tip.

his hands rested on his thighs as he watched you sink your mouth down onto his length. holding back a whimper from how warm and pleasant your mouth had felt to him and his virgin cock.

"fuckkk." he hissed, letting his legs spread further apart. his mouth agape as a line of drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue giving him extra pleasure to the underside of his head. he could feel your throat contract around his dick as you took him deeper. his toes curling into the carpet floor as he felt the contracting muscles of your throat around him.

"ah fuck! baby, baby you're gonna make me cum." his voice desperate, slightly thrusting his pelvis up into you. putting a hand on his thigh you slowly drew away, and a thick strand of saliva stayed connected to the tip from your lips. practically panting, he was so close to that edge.

running a hand through his hair, there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "try hold it for me- kay?" you say, wrapping your hand around the base and giving him a few pumps before your lips reattached to the tip of his dick. he nodded and his hand slowly slide up to the back of your head.

you felt your eyes roll into the back of you head as you could feel your own sexual need get all hot and bothered. hearing him whimper and moaning as you took him deeper. saliva dripping down your chin as your throat closed around his thickness, squeezing him tight and sending him over the edge. suddenly a sensation of something hot and sour was shot to the back of her throat.

she spluttered and gagged, immediately taking his shaft out of your mouth. he was still cumming and a few squirted on your chin. "shit, i came!" he pants, wiping your your chin with the back of your hand catching your breath. "next...next time. tell me when you're gonna cum." you say, coming back up and onto the couch, giving him a peck on his lips. "sorry...i- got distracted. it...felt so good." he says, playing with the ends of your hair. "are you able to continue?" he looks at you confused. "i didn't cum yet. you can't leave me hanging...you know." you say sultry. leaning back onto the arm rest as you unbutton your shorts and removed your shorts but just moving you panties to the side.

"right, i- i need to make sure you feel good too.." he says positioning himself to be above you and slowly stroking himself. "can-can i put it in it?" he says exceedingly as you nod. "slowly okay? go slow."

he struggles at first. not really sure where the hole he was supposed to insert his penis into you. but with the help of you, you helped. grabbing his dick as you slowly pressed his tip against your entrance. "how...how is it so tight?" he says, slowly sinking his tip into your soppy cunt, "spit on it." demanding, he did what you commanded and dropped a big spit ball onto your pussy. "feel so, feel so good baby." he says, slowly moving as bringing himself more into you.

he was thick than you ever had. his tip kissed that gummy spot as you whined, "don't move!" you moan, getting used to a size you've never taken before. grabbing onto his forearm as he haults his movement. "sorry! am i...am i hurting you?"

"n-no, i just need to adjust...you're big."

he laughs, and eventually you tell him he can move. he starts moving slowly, giving light and simple thrusts. your eyebrows furrowed as he started giving more of himself to you. your arm snaking around his neck, bringing him closer to you. head going into the crook of neck, muffling the moans spewing from you.

the pain that once was subsided and he finally got the flow of his thrusts. moans were spewing from both of your mouths. his mind grew hazy as all he was thinking about was how sexy your body was, taking him in so easily and how you were taking his virginity. you held him tighter as he pistoned into you slow but surely, you knew he liked it when he started going faster. it took him a moment to speed up, making sure that you were okay in the process, and your reaction was something he wasn’t expecting. 

loud cries muffled in his neck as he thrusted more roughly. legs wrapping tightly around his waist, keeping him deep. his breath hitched as your walls tightened around him, "fuck baby, i am gonna cum- feel s'good." he mewls, grabbing your leg as he continues. "cum together-cum baby!" you moan, sliding your hand down to circle the bundle of nerves helping you come closer to your end.

“ah~, g’nna cum!!” he moan out in slurs as he feels your thighs tremble, you place soft kisses on his neck as his breath fastens. “come for me pretty boy, m’bout to cum too~” your voice cracked as he desperately chased yours and his release.  

one more thrust up into you and it all came undone. his cock twitched in you as he released his warm cum inside you. walls tightening as you could feel the creamy liquid paint your walls white untangling your legs from around his waist as he slowly pulled himself out of you. 

he admired your flushed, fucked out face. you smiled at your boyfriend who was panting, looking at the mess he created where you two were once connected. mixture of his and your cum squirted out from your puffy and sensitive pussy made a heart beat go straight to his once virgin cock. the slow flow of his cum slowly dripping out of your hole made him squeeze his cock.

"that...that was amazing.." he leans down, planting another kiss on your forehead and helps you sit up onto the couch, "did you enjoy it?" you ask rubbing his arm and he nods, "i did. i-i really did. i can't wait to do it again. we can- we can do it anytime right?" he says quickly, almost like he's asking you to go to one of his favorite comic book shops and you said you were gonna treat and get him anything in the store. (he wouldn't actually want you to spend your own money on him)

"we can do it however much you want, until your stamina runs out."

"i love you, baby."

BONUS:

"it's, it's a lot wetter than i thought it was.." he speaks into your pussy as his tongue slides in between your folds, swirling at your clit then sliding down.

"it's like, it keeps getting wetter and wetter the more i do this..." he adds on, but now sucking on your sensitive clit.

"can-can you add a finger?" you ask, and he slowly slips one of his fingers in. watching your greedy cunt slurp his finger up right in front of his face awakened something in him.

reattaching his mouth to your clit he roughly attacked, fingering your hole and nibbling on your clit.

"cumming! ah baby! gon cummm ah!"

© 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ; do not translate, copy, plagiarize or upload elsewhere!! all content is owned by me unless stated otherwise.

[racco]

Hi there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request some Aphelios x Fem! Reader headcanons. With a super bubbly, energetic, social, emotional and strange s/o.

Aphelios x fem! Bubbly and energetic! reader HC's + oneshot

Hi I also added in a short story since the headcanons were few

☆Aphelios is initially attracted to his girlfriend's energy and bubbly personality. He finds her enthusiasm infectious and is drawn to her positive attitude.

☆His girlfriend is fascinated by Aphelios' unique abilities and weapons, and she loves to ask him questions about them. Aphelios, who is not used to talking about himself, finds her interest endearing.

☆Despite their different personalities, Aphelios and his girlfriend compliment each other well. She helps to bring him out of his shell, while he provides a calming presence for her when she gets too excited or emotional

☆When they're not on the Rift, Aphelios and his girlfriend enjoy spending time outdoors. She thought it would be nice to get Phel outside a bit more. They go on long walks in the forest, have picnics by the river, and stargaze at night.

☆His girlfriend is a bit of a daredevil and loves to try new things. She convinces Aphelios to try rollerblading with her, which turns out to be a disaster. But he can't help but smile at her enthusiasm, even as he's nursing his bruises.

☆Aphelios is a man of few words, but his girlfriend has a talent for getting him to open up. She asks him about his family, his past, and his hopes for the future. Over time, Aphelios starts to share more with her, and he finds that he enjoys the connection they have.

☆His girlfriend's positive attitude helps Aphelios to stay focused and motivated, both on and off the battlefield. She cheers him on during battles and reminds him to take breaks when he's working too hard.

☆Despite their differences, Aphelios and his girlfriend are deeply in love. They may be an unlikely pair, but they compliment each other perfectly, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Aphelios stood at the edge of the Rift, his eyes trained on the battlefield ahead. He was in the midst of a heated battle, his weapons at the ready as he prepared to take down his enemies. But amidst the chaos and destruction, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted. His mind kept wandering back to the bubbly, energetic girl he had met a few weeks ago.

She was unlike anyone he had ever met before. Her energy was contagious, and her strange quirks always kept him on his toes. She had a way of making him feel alive, even in the darkest of moments. And he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

As he fought off the enemy champions, his mind drifted to the last time he had seen her. She had surprised him with a picnic in the middle of the forest, complete with sandwiches and a bottle of wine. They had spent hours lying on a blanket, talking and laughing as they watched the clouds pass overhead.

He smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. Despite the chaos of the battlefield, he felt at peace knowing that she was out there, somewhere.

Just then, a loud explosion rocked the ground beneath him, snapping him out of his reverie. He turned his attention back to the battle, focusing on taking down his opponents with renewed vigor.

As the battle raged on, he began to feel a sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He glanced around, searching for any sign of his girlfriend.

And then he saw her. She was standing at the edge of the battlefield, her arms outstretched as if she were about to take flight. Her hair was wild and untamed, and she was grinning from ear to ear.

He couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. She was strange, yes, but she was also one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. And in that moment, he knew that he would do anything to protect her.

He charged forward, his weapons glinting in the sunlight as he cut down his enemies with ruthless efficiency. And as he fought, he knew that he was fighting not just for himself, but for her as well.

As the battle drew to a close, Aphelios emerged victorious. He stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of his girlfriend.

And then he saw her again. She was running towards him, her arms outstretched as she threw herself into his arms. He caught her, holding her close as he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.

"I missed you," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet.

"I missed you too," he whisperd, his throat still was swollen up from the potion that he takes during battle but he wanted her know he did miss her too.

Together, they walked away from the battlefield, hand in hand. And as they walked, Aphelios knew that he would do anything to protect her, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had ever known.

[calico-heart]

8, 26 and 30 from the Ship Creative Process Asks, please! (Though feel encouraged and welcome to skip over any questions you're not feeling.)

Thank you for the ask! :3

8. To what degree do you use your OC as a means to explore your own romantic proclivities (or shortcomings)? Is your OC a self-insert and the relationship a form of wish-fulfilment and/or an means to explore certain fantasies? Or do you enjoy exploring something completely different to your own experiences and preferences?

I wouldn't consider my OCs self inserts, though they certainly end up getting small bits and pieces of me sprinkled in. There's absolutely loads of wish fulfillment in them! I'm physically disabled, and unfortunately that translates to what I can personally accomplish in a variety of physical activities xD They're definitely also a safe space to explore fantasies in that I wouldn't enjoy irl, but I'd say I like exploring things outside my purview with them, too. I've discovered a lot of new kinks and fantasies just by testing them out with my ocs, things I never would have thought to try if not for the influence of things like Kinktober prompts!

26. Have you given much consideration to specific "kinks" or sexual likes and dislikes for your character? If so then is this something you feel comfortable talking about or describing?

Absolutely. All the time. Nate even has a full on File with notes about what he likes or dislikes and why LOL Going into detail could be a multi-page essay in and of itself which is probably beyond the scope of this ask. But I'll say the man does love his badonkadonks, eats pussy like a champ, and accidentally getting his girlfriend pregnant has happened in enough AUs now that it's become a theme. He's very sensitive to touch, so things like spanking and rough sex won't really do it for him, but the flip side of that is you can get the guy off without even reaching below the belt if you're good with your hands LOL He also loves edging/orgasm denial and you could keep him going all night thanks to that insane Endurance stat of his. He gets a lot out of seeing his partner satisfied, and doesn't even have to climax himself to feel good about sex if his partner is fulfilled at the end. Lyra on the other hand really likes getting spoiled. Penetration alone isn't generally enough to get her off, and if you can't give her something better than what she can do with her own fingers she's generally not going to be interested.

30. What advice do you have for someone considering creating a ship for their character? Or for someone unsure about writing relationships and/or sexual scenarios?

I had a really great poetic response for this in my head last night and went to sleep going "yeah I'll remember that tomorrow" :) But I'd probably say something along the lines of - write what you're curious about, and don't be afraid of doing it "wrong." If you're really nervous, don't share it! Just write little blurbs for yourself to explore ideas without shame or "I should"s. Everyone has unique tastes. If you're not making a career out of it, then I think romance and smut writing should be about what is interesting to you, personally. I would say be open to new ideas. Not every trope or kink will be gratifying to you. Certainly sometimes you just know it's not going to be your thing. But if you remove fear of being "wrong" from the equation, push back against disgust at the unfamiliar, and give yourself permission to test out ideas you've never considered before or even explore them again from a new angle, you can learn some surprising things! And gain access to a lot of fun new stuff to write about. If you don't end up liking something, that's ok too! You still learned something about yourself. If you want smut, but are nervous or embarrassed about it, find people who are both respectful of boundaries and chill with sex as a topic - and just hang out with them. (Or follow their blogs!) Over time you'll probably get more comfortable through exposure and learn a lot just by being around to those different perspectives and ideas! Above all, be patient with yourself and practice saying kind things about your work <3 Romance and smut don't have to be a big deal, but they can also be really vulnerable and intense subjects, and you deserve gentleness and self-care as you make creative forays into them!

Relationship Ask Game

[vampirelova92]

Stuck N The Middle: Honesty 1.2

April•

Dana

Once settled inside the exotic car, it was quiet in the night. The new clean car smell invaded my nostrils as I watched this too good to be true man from inside it. Calen walked around the front getting in the drivers side. After closing his door he pulled out his keys and looked down in between us seeing I had my arm laying on the center compartment. His brown eyes looked up at me as he smirked with his lips.

"Can you move your arm, I need to get sum out of there." He requested respectfully closing his eyes to a squint. Feeling myself blush, I quickly placed my arm in my lap as Calen opened up the center. With his head faced down I could see he had growing in curls on top of his head. He definitely was related to Cooper and Cari, but with a different edge even though he was kind. After a few more seconds of rummaging through the compartment, he closed it and put something white and had the length of a cigarette in between his pink lips. Then he pushed a button behind the right side of the steering wheel, making the Porsche purr to life. A screen over the radio and underneath the dashboard lit up as he put the car in drive and pulled off.

"What's your address so I can put it in the GPS?" He mumbled with what I assumed a spliff between his lips. Of course he smoked weed why wouldn't he. His little high tech car didn't impress me though, I've been around it before. Erin wasn't just amazing and made me fall in love with her because she was a beautiful girlfriend inside and out to me. She also came from a wealthy family, and had at least four different European cars under her belt. Being in the car with Calen, made me feel like I was with her. To be honest it was the first time since coming in contact with him.

"I don't need to, you're going the right way for now," I muttered over at him, "I don't mind being your GPS."

Calen did a low chuckle lighting the weed between his lips, "Fine by me, ma."

"Take a left at the next right, pop." I mocked him looking out my window ready to get out this car. Stopping at a red light I heard him clear his throat exaggerating it, making me look over at him. Holding a squint in his eyes he sized me.

"You mocking me or sum shit?" He asked with a raised eyebrow cooly blowing smoke from his nose.

"What if I am?" I challenged as he continued to stare at me, the green light glowing on his face he pushed on the gas still looking at me. A stare contest began as he continued to speed through the 2am night, never unlocking his brown orbs from mine. Turning the wheel he made the left holding our gaze, stopping at another red light. I couldn't help but laugh at how serious he looked at me still, shaking his head he looked straight ahead. Taking another pull from his blunt he put out the spliff, he put it behind his ear.

"I don't understand your ass, where to next lil princess?" He asked in a low growl letting smoke leave his lips gently, it was almost too sexy. Why do I think that's sexy? I need to get away from him.

"What are you trying to understand? And you don't have to go any further we are here." I told him taking off my seatbelt, I pointed my right thumb to the apartment complex on the right. Calen overlooked the buildings and put his eyes back on me with a smug look.

"I'm surprised you don't know all the ways to get to the apartment." I eyed him.

"I do, why you think I can drive without lookin? Just didn't know u lived with Cari." He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip quickly, "You're distracting."

"I don't know how, not even doing nothing." I sighed.

"Why you kiss me and then act like this." He asked me putting the car in park looking over at me. Taking a deep sigh I decided since he gave me a ride home, I should give him his answer.

"My ex, was at the club tonight and I wanted to make her jealous so I used the next best thing to me to do it." I admitted looking into his brown eyes. Blinking a few times at me, Calen laid his head back on his seat head rest.

"Oh." Was all he said looking up at the roof of his car, "So you're gay."

"Yeah." I nodded as he looked back over at me, he slowly unbuttoned one button at the top of his shirt showing his chest. It was graced with tattoos on it telling me my assumptions earlier at the club were true. Besides this car, Calen was nothing like Erin and that was dangerous.

"Well, should've been told me that, I feel so used for my body now." He played like his feelings was hurt looking over at me cracking a crooked smile. Rolling my eyes at him I shook my head looking away. 

"Yeah, well thanks for the ride Calen it was nice meeting you." I spoke opening up my door, but Calens strong arm reached over my body. His tricep grazing the edge of my areolas through my dress gently, he closed the door back. I blushed looking over at him and his innocent face. He's going to kill me for using him.

He licked over his pink lips before saying, "You may not be interested in me, but Imma still be a gentleman, don't touch my damn door."

Baffled by his words I just stared at him as he winked taking off his blazer, throwing it in his backseat. Opening his car door he stepped out giving me a chance to see the sleeves of tattoos on his arms. It was like he was a walking masterpiece or something, I wished Cari would have told me something about her older brother. Walking around the car after he closed his door back he opened mine, reaching his hand out for me to take it. Standing up out the car with his help he closed the door back, placing his hands in his front pockets looking down at me. He really was taller than me now that I realized it.

"Thanks again, for the ride." I breathed holding my clutch in hand. He made me nervous and I hated it. Only Erin ever made me this close to nervous and Calen was pushing it past that.

"And for the usage of my lips this evening of course." He smirked at me, turning his head to the side.

"Right." I blushed beginning to walk towards my apartment door, going up the usual three steps. Calen stayed by his car but I knew he was watching me. I turned around to give one last look and I was right. He stood leaning against his car just staring at me, that sparkle at me in his eyes.

"Was that your first time kissing a guy?" He asked not having to yell out since it was so quiet on the street, I looked at my phone to use the light so I could get my key in the lock. It was almost three in the morning. Plus Cari and I forgot to keep the porch light on. Turning back towards him I laughed seeing him as he waited patiently for my answer.

"Yes, it was now go away." I told him opening my door. He smirked sparking his blunt again beginning to walk around his car to the driver side.

"It won't be your last." He said making my heart stop as I entered in my apartment closing the door behind me. What a night.

***

The next morning while rolling over in my sheets, I felt another body next to me. I looked over to see Cari knocked out in my bed. I pulled out my phone under my pillow to see it was twelve in the afternoon. She did this all the time when she went over Bryson's house. If you asked me they had a weird relationship. Once they were finished probably fooling around at night, early in the morning he would drop her off back home, and then she would snuggle me. I never thought of going there with Cari in that way, but if she didn't have Bryson couldn't blame me for wondering about a what if. They say it had something to do with the fact that Cooper didn't want to see his sister the next morning knowing what they had done, so since Bryson was not paying half n half on their condo, his say goes. To me it was all so stupid, but hey I had my own stupid moments with people I couldn't take back so I couldn't judge. Starting off with what happened last night with Calen. That damn liquor courage really got the best of me. Shaking my head at myself I slipped out of Cari's grasp going into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Staring at myself in the mirror of a small t shirt and short boy shorts, I wondered what Calen meant when he said that wouldn't be my last time kissing a guy. He was pretty confident I had to admit, but that dick between his legs was the main reason on why he probably would never get me to like guys. Arrogant cockiness bugged the shit out of me, and he had plenty of it. All I could say was good luck to him. Like that would help. Placing my wash cloth back on the bathroom towel rack, I exited seeing Cari sitting up in bed plucking her sleepy eyes from her phone to on me.

"Good day." She muttered looking me up and down.

"Hey." I replied going to my dresser to find some clothes for today. I decided to take a shower after going downstairs to find something to eat, I was starving. 

"You want to tell me now wassup with you and my brother?" She asked meekly, I did a low huff.

"Nothing is going on Carr." I mumbled looking through my dresser drawer for my black graphic tee I wanted to wear today, "You've known me for the past two years, I'm gay remember and your brother is a DUDE!"

"Bullshit, something is and I want you to spill. Now." She demanded at me, I turned around once finding my shirt mugging her smile.

"I'll make breakfast." She spoke all sing songy. If it was one thing I loved about Cari being my roommate it was her cooking, not having the blessing of having my moms home cooked meals since she lived all the way in New York, Cari was as close as I could possibly get.

"Fine, go start cooking I'll take my shower then we can talk." I shook my head going back to the bathroom.

"Alright!" She perked up, I could hear her making her way out my room to go clean up. I'll never hear the end of this. Fuck. After scrubbing and showering for a good ten minutes, I got out drying off and then putting on my skin moisturizer all over my body and deodorant. Spraying my bath and body works spray once on my neck and two times on my chest I got dressed. Keeping my hair in a bun after putting my earrings on I made my way downstairs. As I got closer to the kitchen all I could smell was breakfast food, my stomach began to do numerous flips. Floating to one of the stools at the island in the kitchen I sat and anxiously waited for my plate food. Cari turned around with a dark smile making me roll my eyes at her, knowing she was finally going to know what went down last night. Making my plate she placed it in front of me with a fork in the other hand. I reached for it, but she snatched it back as I picked up a piece of hash brown placing it past my lips. Picking up my cranberry juice I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"When I walked to go sit at the bar from being upset, a guy that I didn't know then was your brother came and sat next to me." I started, making Cari give me my fork. I placed some fried eggs and a piece of pancake in my mouth after soaking it with syrup.

"Okay and..?" Cari drilled growing impatient as I began to dig into my food.

"Somehow, Erin made her way to the fuckin' bar area and was in my sights again, since Calen was sitting next to me and looked interested in me I kissed him in front of Erin." I told her.

"Bitch, whaaaaaaat!?" Cari exclaimed making me look up as I bit into a rogerwood sausage.

"I didn't know he was your brother at the time Cari, and it was just to make-"

"No, no I understand that Dana, it's just out of all the guys in the building you had to pick Calen?" She asked sounding worried.

"See I knew you were going to trip out over this, I don't want your brother. Promise." I said straight up looking sincerely into her grey eyes matching Cooper's, but not Calen's since his was brown. But I could still see the familiarity it was weird with Cari's having more feminine features to them now that I noticed. Such a gene pool.

"Dae, that's what I'm trying to tell you, that's where you're making an error." She told me coming to sit down next to me.

I drank some more juice looking over at her, "What you mean?"

"Did he say anything at all to you when he dropped you off last night?" She asked.

"He asked me if he was the first guy I ever kissed and I told him yeah," Cari watched me cautiously, "Then he said it wouldn't be my last." I shrugged. Shaking my head at his cocky ass.

"Yeah, that definitely sounds like Calen." She scoffed looking away, "Listen to me Dana, Calen gets what he wants when it comes to women, you shouldn't have kissed him."

"Pshhh, Cari please, I already told him I'm not interested if he has a hard time getting it through his big light bright head I won't have a problem with reminding him." I scoffed.

And I mean that shit.

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Thanks For Reading!😍

[greatideas-badwriter]

Worth The Risk: Chapter 10

Mature Content Warning

Sakura's eyes shot open the moment she awoke because the last thing she remembered was leaning in to kiss Sasuke. Her brows furrowed when she looked down to see the man in question lying on his back, fully dressed.

It was apparent the alcohol had taken over the woman last night because one of her legs was hooked across his chest, and she held his head loosely to her midsection, her upper body angled slightly around it. Long fingers loosely grasped her ankle, the man's other hand resting flat on his stomach.

Looking further down, a slight snicker left her mouth when she saw he was still wearing shoes, 'I must've given him hell last night. Will he be angry?'

"Something funny?" Sasuke suddenly spoke, terrifying the poor, hungover woman.

She squeaked before holding her breath and eventually groaning, releasing his head and covering her face with both hands, "Let me start my three-part apology by saying I'm deeply humiliated, and I don't remember much."

He absently patted her ankle, grumbling, "Next time, I'm leaving your ass up here to be horny on your own."

Sakura recalled telling him she wouldn't mind kissing. Even to a sober man, that was a green light, and he was pretty drunk, if she remembers correctly. A moment of silence passed before she gathered the strength to speak, "I am so sorry, Sasuke."

The man looked up, making her peek through her fingers to see his tired smirk, "If you'd stop falling asleep just when things get fucking good, that'd be great."

Humiliated, she untangled herself from the man and sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair and releasing a big yawn.

"How is it you look hot even now? It's not fair."

Blushing, she frowned at the flirtatious man, falling lifelessly against the pillows before closing her eyes, "I won't take advantage of you again, so you can stop teasing me. I've learned my lesson."

"Take advantage of me any time you want," Sasuke reached over to grab her hand, uncharacteristically rubbing his thumb over the back of it, "Hey, can I ask something? You just have to answer yes or no."

"I guess so…"

For some reason, Sakura didn't pull her hand away when she very much would've before that party last night. 'Maybe I'm grateful because he kept me safe and didn't even try to sleep with me when it would've been easy.'

Her walls weren't relatively as high as they used to be, and she wondered how this dangerous, egotistical man was the one to make that happen. It made no sense. He was almost as toxic as her ex, the most significant difference being that he was honest about his faulty personality, whereas her ex pretended to be a great person.

"Did you lie about the scars coming from a car wreck?"

Sakura's eyes shot open.

'Of all the things I expected him to ask, that was not it.'

She took her time deciding how to respond. The fact that he was asking meant he strongly felt that she'd lied. What he was really asking was if she felt comfortable enough to talk about personal things with him. That was what made her hesitate because why would he want that? Sasuke's not the type to have female friends, but he also doesn't have girlfriends. He has fuck-buddies and one-night stands, and she didn't want to fall under either of those categories.

'But do I want to be his friend? Girlfriend is out of the question. I think I'm ruined for the rest of my life in that regard.'

Hesitantly, the woman turned to look at Sasuke's profile. His eyes were open, glazed over as he stared at the ceiling and waited patiently for her to say something. Her mouth moved before she could second guess her choice, "Yes."

He turned his head to meet her gaze, his body slowly following. She moved onto her side, too, feeling more nervous than she had last night when surrounded by strangers. This was a different kind of anxiety, though.

To her surprise, the man didn't ask her where the scars really came from. They just lay there and stared at one another for a while before the sound of others waking up and going downstairs met their ears.

In the shower after that, Sakura scrubbed her face, mid-panic attack, 'Why did I tell him that? And why did we look at one another like that? What am I thinking? What is he thinking? I'm so confused! I think I'm going crazy.'

'Oh, God. I think we're already friends, and I just didn't realize it until this morning.'

When did it happen, though? Was it when he offered her this job, or maybe when he apologized for being so cold the other day after she helped Itachi? Perhaps it was last night when he saved her from being drugged by that Hyo guy.

One thing was for sure: Sakura had never intended to let this happen, nor was she happy about it. 'It's too late now. Just thinking about drawing a line makes me feel guilty. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but I shouldn't even care. What the hell is wrong with me?'

Sakura spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house from the previous night's party. On Monday, after classes, she was called into Yahiko's office, only for Konan, Nagato, and Sasuke to also be present. Clasping her hands together so she wouldn't nervously fiddle with them, she sat in the seat in front of the desk and tried to figure out what she'd done wrong. When she glanced at Sasuke with a silent question on her face, he shrugged.

'Oh, God. It's so bad that even he doesn't know what's happening! What if I did something I don't remember the night of the party? Did I anger someone?'

"I've called you here today because my wife and I would like to officially ask you to join our family."

Sasuke's expression was so stunned that she noticed it in her peripheral view but tried to act like she didn't notice.

"Family?"

Konan said, "The party was a test to see if you could perform in high-stress environments, and you did fairly well. With a little practice, I see you becoming a person capable of great things."

Sakura shook her head confusedly, "I appreciate that, but I still don't know what you're asking of me. You want me to agree to something that I don't understand?"

The married couple shared a look before Yahiko continued in his wife's stead, "I recommend you keep in mind the NDA you signed as I tell you this," he paused to ensure she was carefully listening, "Have you heard the name "Akatsuki" before?"

She had. During her short-term employment at Oasis, there were a few instances where she overheard customers speaking about some super powerful street gang that went by that name. Though she didn't know much, she knew enough to stay out of it.

The woman nodded, "I-It's a gang, right?"

"Something like that," he said, "I am the current leader of Akatsuki, and all those living under this roof are active members. We would like you to become one, as well. We require someone with medical knowledge, and you've already proved yourself capable."

'Don't show that you're terrified. This isn't some guy from Konoha; this is a family of trained criminals. You can't act without thinking.'

Sakura was completely and totally surprised. She knew Sasuke and the others were dangerous, but she'd consciously tried not to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Maybe that's how she missed it.

Now, though, things began to make sense. The odd conversations she'd sometimes overhear pieces of, the fact that so many different personalities lived under one roof, and even how Itachi had shown up with a bullet wound and the others were afraid to take him to the hospital even though he might die were all signs she'd ignored.

More than anything, Sakura felt betrayed by Sasuke. He selfishly tricked her into moving into a gang's house. Even now that they'd grown closer, he hadn't said a word about it and let her look like a clueless fool, all for his enjoyment.

Blinking back tears, she gathered her composure and lowered her head, "I'll continue working until my contract ends if that's alright, but I'm not interested in that type of thing. I won't say anything to anyone, either."

Everyone's eyes widened, even Yahiko's.

Standing, the pink-haired woman pointedly kept her gaze locked onto his, "May I be excused?"

The man stood as well, visually taken off guard by her direct rejection, "The offer still stands, but yes, you may be excused. I suggest you think things over again, more thoroughly this time."

Sakura knew that was a politely worded threat but nodded before leaving the room. She burst into tears as she hurried upstairs to lock herself in the bathroom so she could properly hyperventilate without the chance of someone walking in.

'What do I do? Will they kill me if I refuse? If I leave town, will they put much effort into finding me?'

If she withdrew all of the money she had saved since being hired here, she'd have enough to relocate like when first arriving here. However, a job would immediately need to be found wherever she went to stay afloat. Turning on the sink faucet to mask the sounds of her crying, she washed her face and began forcing herself to calm down.

'I'll wait a few days so they don't suspect anything. Then, I'm gone.'

"What the hell was that? You didn't say anything to me about having her join!"

Sasuke was angry. No, more than that, he was pissed. It felt like the rug had been swept out from under his feet, and now he was flailing around, trying to catch his balance so he didn't fall.

"I don't recall ever needing your permission to make decisions on behalf of the family. Control yourself," Yahiko spoke calmly, but his gaze was ice.

Konan added, "Were you not the one who swore to kill the woman should she betray us? Don't pretend to care for her well-being now. If you did, you'd have never brought her here."

Nagato sat in silence, watching and listening to everything around him. He never was much of a talker.

The Uchiha man took a calming breath, 'If I don't get it together, they're going to do something about it. Simmer the fuck down, Man.' A moment later, he reopened his eyes into a firm stare upon the family leader, "Sakura will never agree to this."

Konan rested a hand on her husband's shoulder when he stepped toward Sasuke, his hand reaching into his back pocket for one of his weapons. The woman's eyes narrowed on him, "Either convince her to join us or find someone with the same skills and recruit them. You have a month before we take action."

As soon as Sasuke left that office, he had a strong urge to hit something. 'I can't talk to her now, or we'll fight, and it'll just make things worse.'

Deciding to blow off steam first, he left the house and went to Oasis for a drink. Once there, he sat at the bar, ignoring Kisame's curious glances as he drank whiskey and glared at the counter. Hours passed, the man becoming angrier as he got drunk rather than calming down when a vaguely familiar voice met his ear, "If it isn't the bully that got my friend fired. What's got you down, Handsome?"

He turned his head and saw the busty redhead that'd taken over after he and Sakura got into their argument and had also been at the club with her the night they almost hooked up.

Dark eyes swept over her appearance, the lowcut shirt and short skirt barely covering the woman's overbearing sexuality, before he tossed back the rest of his drink and averted his gaze, "Let's get out of here."

She smirked, leaning against the bar with zero restraint on her ogling, "I still have a few hours left of my shift, but-" "You came over here because you want me to fuck you, right? Tell Kakuzu you're leaving early, and I will."

Sasuke was angry at Yahiko, Konan, and himself. He was pissed that he cared so much about what happens to Sakura. 'I need to get laid. Then I can think with my fucking head and not my dick.'

Unconsciously, he tried to convince himself that doing this would make his feelings for the pink-haired woman disappear. So, the redhead drove them to the house. It was the first time he allowed any hook-up to enter his room or drive his vehicle.

He wasted no time with formalities once the door was closed and shoved her onto the bed with a glare. The redhead seemed to enjoy that and went along with things as they undressed, moaning when he thrusted into her. The sound made him angrier for some reason.

Continuing anyway, he looked over her abundant curves and faultless skin with hateful eyes. There was nothing wrong with her. In fact, she was sexier than the average woman. Not only that, but she didn't beat around the bush or play coy about wanting to hook up, which made things easier for all parties.

Sasuke's breath got stuck in his throat when, suddenly, a flash of Sakura's inebriated, turned-on face from the night of the party came over his vision, disappearing just as quickly.

Then he groaned because he was staring at this slut instead.

Becoming more irritated by the second, he turned her onto her hands and knees, pressing her down into the pillows so he wouldn't have to look at her face.

The Uchiha man straightened his spine, hands on her hips as he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was someone else, someone with gorgeous green eyes that were always full of tears. It immediately felt a hundred times better.

'Why the fuck is this happening? Why can't I even close my eyes without seeing her damn face?'

Karin, at least he's pretty sure that's her name, moaned louder as she tightened around his cock, which he didn't like because her voice wasn't nearly as pleasing to the ears as Sakura's.

"Shut up," he growled, leaning over her to cover her mouth with his hand, nearing his limit.

With closed eyes, Sasuke recalled the way it felt for her to straddle his hips, to kiss him like it was her god-given right, and found himself climaxing, the whore beneath him following his lead. The moment it was over, a massive wave of disgust washed over him, and he pulled out, and fell to lay on his back with his hands covering his face, cursing under his breath, "Fuck!"

Karin, breathing heavily, rested her chin on her crossed arms and mused, "You're a real mess, aren't you? It's pretty hot."

'She's pissing me off.' Sitting up, he tossed her clothes at her, "Get dressed."

The woman was understandably confused, "What?"

Sasuke finally lost his temper after hours of it boiling hotter, "I said get fucking dressed. Go home."

Sakura woke to the familiar sound of people hooking up, which wasn't unusual under this roof. What was surprising was that it came from Sasuke's room. Tears were in her eyes when she realized the man was sleeping with someone, which only upset her further.

'I feel like I'm going to puke. I don't want to hear this,' she thought, climbing out of bed and trudging her way to the bathroom to wait it out.

The Haruno woman was hurt. She was angry, and she had absolutely no idea why.

It was only a day ago that she realized they were friends. His sex life should mean nothing to her, so why was she sitting on the counter in a dark bathroom, trying not to cry?

Who was she kidding? Sakura knew the reason. She knew from the moment he comforted her when she was crying after missing the bus to Konoha that unwanted feelings were developing. It was just wishful thinking that she'd be able to protect herself, her heart.

'Why do I keep falling for people who are bad for me? Am I a masochist and just haven't realized it? Is it my self-hatred manifesting?'

She rubbed her eyes before taking a deep breath and standing with dread filling the pit of her stomach. It was then that she admitted only to herself, aloud, "I like him."

Ten minutes later, the woman headed back into the hallway, hoping not to hear any more unwelcome sounds from Sasuke's room. To her bewilderment, just as she reached for Zetsu's doorknob, the Uchiha man's bedroom opened, and out stepped a familiar face. Karin's hair and clothes were messy, and she appeared disgruntled. She almost walked right past Sakura but did a double take and froze.

The pink-haired girl breathed out, "Karin…?" Her eyes danced up to see Sasuke staring with wide, dark eyes in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"What are you doing here, Saku?" The redhead glanced back at the Uchiha man before going pink in the face, "Wait, are you guys together?"

'I can't believe he'd do it with one of my friends! That asshole!'

Tearing up, Sakura grabbed Karin's hand and began leading her downstairs without a second glance in his direction, "Come on. I'll walk you home."

The two women walked in an awkward silence for the entire half-hour walk to her and Ino's dorm, but when they arrived, Karin asked, "I'm right, aren't I? You two are together. I swear I didn't know, or I would've never gone home with him. Please believe me!"

Sakura wiped at the few tears that managed to slip past her control, trying to smile, "N-No, we're not, and even if we were, I know you'd never do something like that. I'm not angry."

"But….Sakura, you look like you just caught him cheating," the woman paused before laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You like him, don't you?"

She couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into sobs, nodding with her hands over her mouth as she explained, "I don't want to like him. He only thinks about himself!"

So, the two women sat on the steps of the dorm building and talked a little before Sakura sighed and decided to call it a night, "Thank you for listening to me, and I'm sorry for being a big baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Don't apologize. Men are shit. Text me when you get home so I know you made it."

With shivers trembling her entire body, the woman walked home slowly, not eager to find out if Sasuke was waiting up, 'If there was even the slightest chance of me doing anything with these feelings, it's gone now. It doesn't matter if he sees me the same way or not; sleeping with my friends is going too far. He knows that.'

She made the half-hour walk stretch into a forty-five-minute one before the house came into view. To her dismay, the man of the hour sat on the steps, coming to stand as she approached. The entire way home, she thought of what she'd say or do when next facing him, but instead, she tried to walk right past him.

He grabbed her arm, "Sakura, wait."

The woman snapped. She yanked the limb away, fixing him with a fiery glare, "Don't touch me." His eyes narrowed angrily, but she continued before he could respond, "How could you, Sasuke? Fuck whoever you want, but not my friends! Are you trying to hurt me? Is that it?"

"You know that's not what I want."

"Then what do you want? Because I can't tell anymore. I thought you wanted sex, and that's why you were being nice, but then it felt like you…. It felt like you actually cared, even if it was only a little bit." She was crying and almost yelling, but she didn't care.

Sasuke's glare didn't falter, and his voice raised to the same level as hers, "I don't fucking know, okay?"

Sakura's mouth closed at his outburst, the tears becoming thicker, 'I must've been holding onto a sliver of hope that he'd say the right thing, but I should've known better.'

Shaking her head, the woman turned and headed up the steps to the door, only for him to try stopping her again, "You're really going to walk away right now?"

"Don't talk to me."

The woman went inside, upstairs, and into Zetsu's room, where she turned to shut the door, only for Sasuke to grab it, dark eyes leering down at her as he bit, "Why are you so pissed off? We're not dating. We're not even sleeping together, Sakura! What is your problem?"

Hands fisted at her sides, Sakura hissed, "Friends!"

Sasuke's face fell as he shut the door behind him, and she sniffled but held his gaze firmly while speaking in a much quieter voice, "I thought we were friends. I thought you changed from how you were when we first met, but I was obviously wrong."

She covered her eyes, feeling humiliated, "I'm sorry for losing my temper. I misunderstood the situation, so I overreacted." Green eyes remained closed as the woman sighed after waiting to hear Sasuke leave, and it didn't happen, "Please leave me alone. I promise I won't do something like this again, so just go."

'I was a fool. He's probably standing there trying to figure out what to say so things aren't awkward between us for the rest of my contract.'

"Sakura."

Warmth ran through her body at the softer, desperate tone Sasuke used. Her hand fell slowly as she looked at him with wide eyes. He glared with a frown, but it wasn't hateful like she'd grown used to seeing. It was something else that couldn't be pinpointed. The woman's chin quivered as he stepped toward her, tensing up when he reached for her hand.

"Hit me if you get scared."

She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, only for him to swiftly close the distance between them and pull her into a deep kiss. His arms were tight around her middle, holding her firmly against him.

For a moment, she was swept up in the moment with a happy cloud in her head, only to realize what was happening and tear away, slapping him with all her might. He let go like she knew he would, a hand to his cheek and an expression that said he'd expected the hit but had hoped it wouldn't come.

Sakura's voice cracked as she whispered, "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

Sasuke didn't respond and just stared with that same look of bewilderment.

She stepped closer, gently slipping her hand beneath his to caress the reddened skin. 'I'm either about to make a good choice or the biggest mistake of my life.'

Searching his eyes silently, she guided his face lower so their noses brushed before saying, "If you kiss me again, that means you're serious. Don't do it if you plan to sleep with other girls or get rid of me when you get what you want."

His breath hitched, his eyes widening as she pulled back slightly.

Neither moved momentarily before she said, almost pleading, "Please, don't hurt me."

'I'm choosing to trust him right now. Sasuke, don't you dare make me regret it.'

To Sakura's relief, the man didn't immediately respond by moving away or kissing her. No, he stayed where he was, searching her face with his hand cupping hers on his cheek. He took the time to think about it, which was reassuring.

Then, he cautiously ran his fingers into her hair on the back of her head and held her still as he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

The kiss was slow and emotional, unlike anything the woman ever expected to experience from Sasuke Uchiha. He didn't even try to take things further. He just kissed her like it'd make up for all the suffering she's done because of him. It was breathtaking, filling Sakura's chest with electricity that made it challenging to inhale, but in a good way.

'For the first time in years, I don't feel even the slightest bit afraid.'

[ironwoman18]

How They meet my Girlfriend - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Like a Father

Months have passed since Max met Morgan, Savannah and Hank. And she kept facetiming them to plan the art programs and to keep giving Savannah tips to teach Hank how to paint.

He was improving and Max couldn't be more proud of him.

"You are going to be a good mom, Max," said Savannah with a warm smile. She blushed and nodded softly.

"That's something I'm looking for as soon as Spencer and I get married. You know... Not very religious but I still can hear my mother's voice saying 'don't you dare getting pregnant without a ring Maxine' and I can't let my mother down"

That made Savannah laugh "yeah your mom sounds exactly like mine. Anyway... Thank you for everything and hope to see you and Spencer for New Year"

"Of course, I NEED to try Derek's mom's food once again" the two women laughed and said their goodbye.

Then she left for her sister's house. Spencer was in the FBI building teaching Profiling 101 and they would meet at her sister's for lunch and movie night.

At the FBI, things were going well for Spencer. He used one of his cases to teach them how to profile correctly and what they should do.

It wasn't easy but by the end of the day some managed to get to the right answer.

"So how was the class?" Asked JJ walking in.

He smiled at her and picked his bag up "great, but some agents needs more cases, they were slow at making connections"

"Well, not everyone has Spencer Reid's brain" she said sarcastically but with a sweet smile. 

He just laughed and looked at her "yeah I know but three people in this room solved it before the 30 minutes mark. The rest needed from 45 to 50 minutes to do so" he threw data at her like Dr. Reid could do.

"Of course you counted that out" said JJ rolling her eyes playfully "by the way... I came here because Emily wants to talk to you"

"Will it be quick? I'm going to have lunch with Max and her sister's family before watching movies"

JJ was so happy to see him so happy and having fun with his girlfriend, deep inside she still regrets she didn't understand, or accept, her feelings before but she wouldn't change a thing, Will and her kids are everything to her and so is Spencer, in a different and platonic way.

"Yeah don't worry, it will be quick" she smiled and both of them walked to the BAU offices. She told him about how Michael was learning to read his first words and Spencer did a whole speech about how kids learned to identify letters without realizing that.

When they arrived JJ took him inside the conference room and in front of him was Aaron Hotchner, a little older but with the same stoic look and a little smile when he saw him.

"Hey kid" he said and Spencer just hugged him. Their embrace lasted for about five minutes and fifteen seconds, Spencer counted that.

After that the rest of the team joined in and they sat down around the table.

"H... how are you doing? What are you doing here?" Said the genius boy with tears in his eyes.

"Well after the team killed Peter Lewis, me and my son didn't need to be hidden so we got out of the program. I know you all thought it meant my return but I just loved so much to be a full-time father so I didn't want to lose more of my son's big moments" said Hotch smiling "of course I missed you all so much but Emily kept me updated" he laughed softly, something not to common from him.

"We missed you too, the team always feels different when we lose a member and at first we felt lost without you" confessed Spencer.

"Yeah me included" said Emily and the team laughed "but we found our rhythm and work in sync again"

"This team knows how to adapt so I'm not surprised. Even with the lost of our glue, Penelope" said Hotch "she was the constant I never thought would leave"

"She needed it, 15 years watching horrible things wasn't easy" said Luke and some of the team smirked happily for their recently new official relationship status.

"So guys, I didn't come just to see you again, which is always a pleasure, but also to invite you to the last day of Jack's soccer league. They will be facing against one of the best teams in Virginia and the current champions of the league" he said in a serious tone "and there will be headhunters and it's his opportunity to win a scholarship for soccer"

"Wow! That's huge, I got a scholarship and that's how I got out of my hometown" said JJ.

"Yes it's huge and I want this family to watch it. His grandfather died when the Alzheimer got worse and his aunt moved out of town and I can't find her so you are the only family left..."

The BAU loved Jack, especially the OG team, so of course they will be there for him.

Hotch handed each member enough tickets for their closed family.

JJ got 4 for her, her husband and sons; Emily has three for her, Andrew and his daughter; Luke for him and Penelope; Tara for her and her boyfriend; Dave for him and his wife and Matt for him, his wife and five kids.

When Hotch reached Spencer, he had a proud and fatherly smile "Reid... Spencer... I'm so happy for you. When JJ said she was in a relationship with Will, Gideon and I thought you wouldn't give love a second chance" he blushes and Hotch only smiled bigger "you thought I didn't know? I went to Gideon to buy those tickets to the football game" he laughed softly, very out of character but Aaron Hotchner was relaxed and happier, like the man his wife fell in love with "when we lost Maeve I was worry you would lose faith in love, and I was losing my hopes but Emily told me about that brave, young woman you were dating with"

"Why are all my friends like that?" He looked at his boss and his mind imagined Penelope's face "they love to told everything about me" 

Hotch just smirked and handed him two tickets "I want to meet her Spencer '' then he finished giving more tickets to other members of the BAU floor and left the building.

Spencer was nervous about presenting his girlfriend to his former boss, mostly because Aaron was like a father to him and he didn't want to disappoint him, he was aware that Max was amazing and he would love her right away like Derek and the other team members.

He arrived at her father's house and walked in with his key, she gave him one and her father was okay with it. He looked for her and she was in the kitchen getting everything ready with her sisters.

He walked to her "hey girls, how is it going?" He asked softly and wrapped an arm around Max kissing her head.

"Hey babe, we are almost done with this and my dad is turning the barbecue grill on. What took you so long at work?"

"Well my former boss was at the BAU and he invited us to his son's soccer game" he showed her the tickets and he couldn't read her expression, like always, she was hard to read.

"Sounds like fun" she said after reading the invitation, she looked up at him and smiled "are you okay with it?"

"Yeah, why shouldn't I?"

"Well, I know he is like a father to you and I don't want you to feel pressured or nervous" on the other hand he seemed like an open book for her, she could read him so easily.

"Yes, I know but I want you to meet him and I want him to meet you" she nodded and when her sisters left the kitchen and headed to the backyard she kissed him softly.

"Good, I know how important is him for you," she smiled and held his hand to go to the backyard.

The rest of the day was relaxed. They ate, played poker and even shared a couple of cups of wine. They finished the day watching a movie with ice cream and apple pie. Then we left the house late that night.

The rest of the week was busy for both of them. They had so much work to do that they only spent the night together, with the promesa of not talking about work at dinner.

The day of the game arrived and Spencer was wearing the shirt of the team as well as Max, JJ gave him the shirts the day before so they were ready to support the team.

All of them have Jack's number, he was number ten. 

"I never imagined myself wearing a soccer shirt," he said in front of the mirror.

"Then I can be pretty sure that you love that boy and his father, because they made you wear one" she said from the bathroom and Spencer could hear the smirk on her lips as she spoke.

"The things we do for love huh?" He said laughing and she was laughing as well.

"Yeah, must definitely" 

When she was ready they left for the stadium. It was a high school stadium but it was big enough to host the home and visit fans.

They arrived just in time for the national anthem, there were all the team members and their couple, and kids, all wearing the shirt number ten and cheering for Jack.

He was taller than the last time they saw him and his face looked like a beautiful mix between Hailey and Aaron, his blond hair was short and darker than when he was a little boy.

His team had more possession of the ball but couldn't score yet, the time passed as the possession was even now. The other team was more aggressive and attacked more often but their goalkeeper was doing great.

On the other hand, Jack was struggling with a triple mark and couldn't do much for the team in attack.

The first half ended 0-0 but it wasn't boring. Aaron, JJ, Luke and Max left to get them food. 

While they were in line to buy hotdogs, Aaron and Max talked. 

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Max" he said "Emily and JJ talked to me about you and I was so happy to know that our genius boy had a girlfriend"

"I hope they said good things about me" she said with a little smirk looking at JJ getting sodas and snacks with Luke.

"Yes, they did. In fact they told me you were a badass woman and worthy of our boy" that made her blush a little "I don't know if you know about his former girlfriend"

"I do, he told me about her and I know everything about your wife and about Jason and of course his other traumatic experiences with this job"

"Good, then you know that he needs a strong woman, right?" She nodded.

"And I am. I might be shorter and skinny but I will make sure to protect him" Aaron smiled and nodded.

After he left the BAU and spent more time with his son, he started to smile more and to relax more so now his smiles were more genuine and they truly looked happier.

"Good, that's all I wanted and I'm sure Jason as well so I will let Spencer in your hands. Don't let this job take the best of him or your relationship"

"I won't, I promise it" he nodded and smiled then they finally arrived at the counter and ordered their hotdogs, JJ and Luke got in time to help with the trails and they all headed back to their seats.

The rest of the game was more entertaining since the coaches changed some players that weren't doing well. Thirty minutes later Jack scored their first goal after a foul close to the other team's area.

All of them screamed excitedly because his team was fifteen minutes away from being champions.

Their team kept their defense strong and stopped the forward players from scoring. Then Jack assisted a second goal and the match ended 2-0 for his team.

After some minutes the two teams received medals, the losing team got silver and Jack’s team got gold and a cup that Jack lifted since he was the captain. He also won the MVP of the final and the golden boot because he scored the highest number of goals.

That night after taking a shower and changing their clothes, all the members of the group plus the other parents and Jack’s teammates went to Rossi’s house and had dinner there and a toast to celebrate the title and that some guys already got contacted by headhunters. One of them was Jack.

That night Aaron walked to Spencer, who was getting two glasses of water, while Max was dancing with the girls.

“She is the right one” was the only thing his former boss, Spencer smiled and turned but he was walking away already then Spencer looked up at the sky with Gideon on his mind, he took a deep breath and walked back to the girls.

OOooOOooOO

This chapter took too long to make, I started it but wasn’t able to find a good plot or a good way to express this story. I hope you liked it, leave a comment or a like to let me know you enjoyed it. Let me know if you think there is someone else, you might want to meet Max.

[crownshattered-arch]

@ouraniatm inquired: for many, cora ourania was a difficult person to read. what with the constant sneers and jaded expression, she always seemed to be in her own world, away from everyone. this time was no exception, but for a different reason - idia's birthday was approaching fast, and the vice of ignihyde was on focus mode, trying to figure out what to do. this was funny, honestly - she can't remember the last time they've celebrated each other's birthdays, ever since the rift between them ( and no, night raven college hosting birthdays for a particular student was not the same thing ), and if said rift still existed, she highly doubted she'd put half the effort. not that it mattered, anymore - they're now partners, and partners go through hell to make sure the another was happy. fortunately, cora knew idia like the back of her hand so an elaborate plan quickly came to mind which she said to motion on the special day. first step: approach ortho and instruct the little robot to keep idia away from his room as long as possible until she sent ortho the signal and try to find an excuse for why she isn't present for the party. ( hopefully, idia doesn't hold a grudge against her ). second step: lock herself in her boyfriend's room and begin the preparations - decorating it with blue balloons and expertly made 'happy birthday' signs across the ceiling, setting up different consoles for various games she bought online, prepare the cake also ordered online and, saved for last, wrap up a her gift. the gift in question? well, none other than the figurine of the main protagonist from star rogue, of course! that, and a signed poster of idia's favorite group she managed to snatch during one of their livestreams! great seven, don't ask cora how much madol was spent on this... with everything prepared came third phase of the plan: alert ortho to bring idia back to his room, where she stood with the plate of cake in her hands. once the door opened and the shroud brothers entered, cora's usual expression turned much, much softer as a smile stretches across her face. "hey there, idia...sorry for not being there for the actual party. i was, you know... preparing our own, for battery charging and all that." is all she'd say before placing the cake on the table and approaching her boyfriend, nudging him in for a lingering kiss. "happy birthday...go ahead, open up your gift."

Idia's Birthday (12/18/22)!!—No Longer Accepting

Idia partially expected things to be different. Sure, there were more people at his birthday celebration than usual--some of the guys from the STYX incident actually showed up to wish him a happy birthday, to his surprise--but the party was missing something very important: Cora. Why wasn't she here..?? They never really celebrated birthday things together while there was the rift between them, but Idia hoped that would change. Instead... She still wasn't there. And Idia wanted to go back to his room, since he didn't want to be here without her. But Ortho wouldn't let him leave.

Ortho finally allowed Idia to leave, which he was happy to do. Idia slipped away from the party and briskly walked to his room. Too much social interaction, plus he was certainly let down that his girlfriend wasn't attending. What he really wanted to do for his birthday was simply play video games. So, he hurried to his room and quickly opened the door.

He gasped, topaz hues wide as he looked around the room. It was a different party, one much quieter and much smaller with only his two favorite people in the vicinity. His eyes finally landed on Cora as a big grin formed on his lips. Of course she wasn't avoiding him... Instead, she did all of this. Cora Ourania truly was the best girlfriend in the whole world..!! Before he could speak, he was given a deep kiss which he gladly returned as his long arms wrapped around her waist and held her close. "Did you do all of this..?? How??" he asked with a breathless chuckle. And here he thought this birthday was going to be just like the rest, but no. It was the best he's ever had.

[addycorcoran]

are you ready for it? ➝ puddy.

TAGGING ➝ Addy Corcoran, Noah Puckerman (@puckhq).

LOCATION ➝ Locked down at Indigo Sounds.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/12, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

SUMMARY ➝ Addy and Puck take charge of their lockdown group.

ADDY CORCORAN

Addy had never really been in any kind of disaster situation before, so she couldn't necessarily have anticipated her reaction. She had to admit her level of calm was surprising, though; maybe it was because she was in familiar territory, and her big boss instincts had kicked in, telling her to take care of everyone. In an effort to do so, she stood by the open fridge, grabbing whatever she felt might come in handy. She paused, however, to check her phone, hoping against hope for a text message from her girlfriend, or at least to see her outgoing messages had delivered. "Come on," she muttered under her breath, beginning to grow frustrated.

NOAH PUCKERMAN

Not being able to talk to his mom or his daughter had the ex-Marine a lot more rattled and stressed than he looked. He had to just keep reminding himself that his kid and his mom were capable and that he'd taught them both everything he knew about staying alive and unharmed. It didn't stop him from checking his phone every couple of seconds to see if the service bars were back though. Noticing his companion doing the same, he felt a little less bad. "You've got someone too?" He asked while filling a couple of bags he found with the water the other had pulled out of the fridge.

ADDY CORCORAN

"Hm?" Addy looked up from her phone, lost for a moment in desperation. She locked the screen, figuring staring at it was only going to be torturous, and slipped the phone into her pants pocket. "Oh, yeah. My girlfriend, and my sister. Well, sisters... brother, too. They can all handle themselves, though. I guess I'm just hoping my girlfriend and my sister are together." She frowned, finally closing the fridge. Hopefully, they wouldn't be here too long, but they could grab more supplies from up here if needed. "You trying to get ahold of Maya?"

NOAH PUCKERMAN

"Did I know you had a girlfriend? i feel like I should've known you had a girlfriend." Puck said, genuinely trying to rack his brain for that knowledge, but then again they'd only spoken the once online, so maybe it does make sense he doesn't know. "I bet your loved ones are all safe, but I get it." Instictively he looked at his phone again, as if it was going to say something different then it did ten seconds ago. "Yeah, she's with my mom and I made sure they both knew how to survive pretty much anything and they're probably fine but I wanna see them with my own eyes, you know?"

ADDY CORCORAN

Addy chuckled under her breath. "I don't know. We're—" She trailed off with a shake of her head. "Doesn't matter. I just wanna know she's okay." Considering how worried she was about her people, she couldn't even imagine how much Puck was worrying—he literally had a kid out there. "I get it. They sound tough, though. And I know Amy is. Way tougher than whoever's down there." She motioned towards the door, subtle amusement creeping into her tone. "You know, I don't know half the people who are hiding out in my studio right now... Any ideas about who's gonna be good in this kinda situation, or you think we're on our own?"

NOAH PUCKERMAN

Puck smiled a little at her explanation. "Yeah I get that, I've got a complicated thing too, I'm trying not to worry about too many people right now, but... it's hard." Nodding his head, his smile grew a bit at the mention of his mom and daughter being tough because they were. And then he let out a laugh thinking about the rag tag bunch they had in the basement. "I don't know but I do know that when it comes down to it, with a bit of direction humans get pretty damn resourceful." Looking through the bags of food and water, Puck mentally catalogued what they had and figured it was enough for a night, maybe two if they were lucky. "Well, we're not on our own 'cause we got each other and I think, so long as we can keep it together, we'll be alright." He smiled at Addy.

ADDY CORCORAN

"Oh, mine's not complicated." Addy shook her head. "We're just...kinda in a fight? I guess this makes that seem dumb, though." Besides, when weren't they in a fight? She decided to leave that part out, and instead volley the focus. "How complicated are we talking?" She knew they should probably get down to everyone else, but kind of like a captain on a ship, Addy figured she should be the one to wait it out up here, see if anyone else needed someplace to hide out. "Wow, that sounded like a Lifetime movie," she teased, hopping up onto the counter where she could see through the window in case anyone happened to be passing. "You're right, though. And I won't pretend I don't feel a little bit safer with you around."

NOAH PUCKERMAN

"Ahh, well can't say it's dumb 'cause i don't know what y'all were fighting about but makes sense that right now you're just thinking about how much you love her." Seemed like Addy had a lot going on in the relationship department and maybe to an extent, Puck could understand, but at the very least he knew not to pry, folks didn't like that at the best of times. Pulling a chair toward him, he sat. "Dunno, maybe not that complicated. I mean, it's over but I still care about them and I'm worried." It was all he could really say because it was the only truth he really had about it all. Smiling at her teasing remark, he smiled a little more when she continued. "I do like making people feel safe, kinda made a whole career out of it. Figure it evens out my shitheadness. You're pretty calm considering, most civi- most people, would be freaking out but you seem pretty calm." He observed.

ADDY CORCORAN

"Fighting in general seems dumb when you have something like this to put it into perspective." Addy shrugged, making a mental note to remind herself of this very feeling once they got to leave, so the next time they fought about someting petty, she could remind herself that it just wasn't worth it. She planned to stay up here anyway, but watching Puck pull up a chair, therefore hopefully staying with her, made her feel better about it. "Right." She gave him a sympathetic look. "Any chance of resolving it?" She didn't know his situation, nor was she going to pry, but what else did they have to do while waiting this out but talk, right? Despite herself, Addy chuckled at Puck's comment. "Shitheadness?" She shook her head then. "Oh, dude, no, I'm totally freaking out. I just kinda suck at showing emotions... It's one of my tiny handful of flaws," she teased.

NOAH PUCKERMAN

"Yeah, kinda does." He agreed, there was nothing like getting forced into lockdown with strangers because of an earthquake to get you remembering nothing but the good. Probably why he was sitting her wondering why him, Eva and Morgan ain't really talking. Speaking of, "I don't know, always got a chance, right?" It was his hope that they could find their way back to each other but he knew they were all kinda dumb when it came to this relationship thing and wearing them down probably wasn't gonna work. He was grateful when he voice cut through his thoughts and he smiled. Shitheadness was the best way he could describe it. "I wouldnt call it a flaw, mainly 'cause I do that too, I think and Im flawless so cant ve a flaw." He smiled at her. "It ain't all bad, but it does kinda make you shit at telling folk how you feel when you need to."