#id fall from grace just to touch your face

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[garfunklefield]

reader works at a strip club and choso falls in love with her? hes a reguilar and she always igves him private dances? she gets excited to see him? what if another customer tries to get too handsy and choso kicks their ass then takes her into his car and they get freakkyyyyyyyyy??

Let me ride UR Disco Stick!

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fem!stripper!reader/regular!Choso Kamo Warnings: attempted SA [nothing graphic], semi-violent, strip club AU, love at first sight, Choso is crazy down bad, semi-public masturbation, cumshot, car sex, somewhat exhibitionist, semi-public sex, breeding kink, lap dance, fluff, fondling, sitting cowgirl position, sexual tension, creampie, hands-free ejaculation/orgasm, Word count: 5223 DESC: Ever since Choso stepped into Cherry Girls, he was captivated by you.

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NOTES: My friend is helping me with ideas so if this gets crazy blame her tbh. And ALL I've been listening to is City Pop, so take that in mind when reading

Choso wasn’t the type to step foot in strip clubs. He wasn’t even a very sexual guy, never one to masturbate unprompted or take time out of his day to watch porn. So he had no clue what made him pull over that Saturday night as he drove into the city, windows done and light music wafting into his ears. He wasn’t sure why Cherry Girls, of all places, caught his eye. The bright pink LED lights flashed in his peripherals, making his head turn just a bit. The sign was in the shape of a cherry, illuminating the city life. It was nice, in between a few dull buildings. It lit up the night and made him smile as he drove past. It was about 10 PM when he walked up, one hand in his black skinny jeans pocket and the other on his ID. He had seen a few movies to know how it would go. 

He had just left a gathering with friends from college, nothing unusual. So the man's outfit was more casual than he’d typically dress. Black pants and a tighter black top, without any sleeves. It had some logo on it that he was unfamiliar with, but he wasn’t disappointed in how it framed his chest. To say he was scrawny would be a disservice to his body, molded perfectly to accentuate his muscles. He was built, but not intensely so. 

Kamo’s hair was also different that night, instead of up in his usual style he had opted to wear it down around his face. Usually, it would be up in smaller puffs. Something cute that set his look apart from the rest of his peers. Approachable even. Without that, or even a touch of purple eyeshadow, he looked like a douchebag. Maybe it was the resting bitch face or that constant awkward smile that made him look unapproachable. But with the makeup and hair? More of a cutie-patootie!

After the man was let in, he was bombarded with pink lights and waves of perfume. It was an elixir, how it drew him in. LED lights shined on a stage in the center of the building, that’s what his eyes focused on. Anyone else would take a moment to scan their surroundings to take it all in, but he was stuck. He couldn’t stop staring at that stage and the perfectly thick legs that graced it. It was you. Your body was barely contained in thin straps and buckles. Curves spilled over each piece of fabric in an addictingly attractive way. You were addicting. His eyes trailed to your face as his body moved him to sit at the first seat available, drinking you in. You had a round face, completed with perfect features. They fit you in ways he didn’t know were possible. Facial harmony? Whatever it was, you had it. Your hair framed your face in a style he wasn’t sure the name of, with a few bows to make it come together. Gorgeous. You were utterly gorgeous. 

How was it that an angel was walking among humans and he was just informed? And it was strange, from the first time he had seen you, he felt a rush of arousal. No woman had made him aroused by their face or their movements. As you glided up the pole, he was throbbing. Your head leaned back as your face did all the talking, your lips painted in red. They fit your face and contorted in a way that made you appear to have said something, without anything being uttered from your mouth. 

Choso wasn’t the type to set foot in strip clubs, and he wasn’t the type to masturbate in public. But he was seriously considering it at that moment. His erection poked through his jeans and strained the cloth. He exhaled a shaky breath and pressed his palm into the center, trying to wain it in some way. Yet, that was a mistake. It was sensitive and god that touch felt good. What would your touch feel like? What would your dainty hands do if they got the chance to touch his erection? How would they wrap around his cock and how would they satisfy him? And your mouth; How would your lips suck his tip and how would your tongue lick his slit? Just these thoughts alone were sending pleasurable shivers up his length. 

Bouts of pre-cum were staining his boxers and god he was so close he could feel it. If you could just touch him; If you could just breathe into his ear. Something, just anything from you would be enough. His breath hitched and his eyes closed, head leaning back into his seat. Kamo was inching toward a climax he wasn’t even sure would be possible just imagining you. How would your pussy feel between his fingers, wet and sloppy on his dick? How tight would you be and how bad would he have to stretch you out before he could take all his length? Your hips would be perfect anchors for his hands as he would plow up into you, from behind, or even from on top. Love handles would be good too, he’d take anything. Just to graze your ass with his boner and grind until he found relief. 

And then it was too much, Choso felt himself spill over the edge in a hot burst of emotion. He gasped and opened his eyes to see your face grinning at the audience as you turned. Cum poured in spurts from his tip, warm and sticky into his underwear and coating himself in white. It was so hot, he gripped the seat beneath him and tried to hide his noises. But it was so hard to even sit still. A low growl, almost a whine, escaped his lips as he bit down, grinding his teeth. With his back arched, the male began to pant and pray no one had heard him. 

As he came down from his high, he had to come to terms with exactly what happened. You had just made him cum without any touch at all, without even knowing it. It was one of the best orgasms he had ever had, from his mind alone. He needed more. 

~

Getting a private dance was easy, the details being a bit fuzzy in Kamo’s mind. All he could focus on was sitting in a lounge chair in a small, yet desolate room. It had soft red walls with low lighting that made everything seem darker than it actually was. Maybe it was to further the arousal building again in his lower abdomen. Again? He wasn’t sure how, but he was finding himself becoming hard again just at the thought of you. Was this what it was like to be down bad? Down astronomical?

His thoughts got interrupted when you entered the room, lacy black set making his body turn on fire. A lump in the man's throat formed when you spoke in your angelic voice, “Choso, right?” You introduced yourself, turning a bit shy when you saw his very large erection forming in his skinny jeans, “Excited huh?”

He couldn’t speak, well it felt like it. With a loud swallow, the male attempted to form some coherent words, “Y..yeah. I guess you could say that.” Embarrassment filled his face in the form of a pink stain, blushing his cheeks and dabbling his nose. Was this what it felt like to pay for a woman to give him attention? For thirty minutes you were all his, and all he could do was stare as you moved your body. 

“It’s okay. I know it’s your first time too,” you cooed, closing the door with your hip as you continued softly, “I’ll be gentle…” That tone, it was better than he could have imagined. If you didn’t stop soon he knew he’d be in deep shit. Choso’s hands tightened on the armrest as you approached, putting a hand atop his. Something about your eyes was telling him to relax and he wanted to listen. He wanted to give in and let you have your way with him for as long as you wanted, until you were tired of him. Until he was completely and utterly yours.

He let go of the armrest and you smiled, “Good boy. I’ll take it slow too,” your voice was music to his ears, so the raven-haired male let himself close his eyes for a moment to compose himself. Your perfume, a mix of chocolate and cherries filled his nose. It was sweet and pleasurable. He didn’t realize you were getting closer until his eyes fluttered open. Kamo felt his breath hitch when your face was mere inches from his own, lips forming a pout. 

“H-Hey…” He breathed out, and you smiled. 

“Hi, handsome,” your breath was sweet too, like candy. Before he knew it, you seated yourself on his lap, hovering over his obvious boner. It was hard to avoid, but you managed to keep your distance. This was getting too much for him and it hadn’t even begun. Your smell, your presence, it was going to make him spill over the edge again and again if you let him.

“You can touch me, baby,” you smiled through white teeth, leaning back and pressing your hefty breasts together, hands lightly thrumming on your own skin, “Tell me your fantasy.” This was different than anything he had ever seen in a movie. Was he supposed to touch you? Was this how you always operated in the club or was he special? God, Choso hoped he was special just for you.

“I want,” Choso’s voice stuck to his throat thickly, as he attempted to form words, “You…” And there it was, an opportunity to touch you. He didn’t take it for granted, placing two hands gingerly on your love handles. They were as soft as he had imagined, ever more so. Then his palms trailed to your hips, squeezing just a bit to see some kind of reaction. You bit your red bottom lip and inhaled just a bit, something he noticed and something he couldn’t help but drink in. You were intoxicating. He was practically drunk already and close to staining his underwear in pure white bliss. 

“I want you,” the customer began again, focusing his eyes on your face with a sense of determination, “To ride me…” And he let out a small moan when you leaned into his touch, your clothed cunt grazing against his erection. That was enough and he groaned, trying his hardest to keep it in but he couldn’t, orgasming there on the spot in hot bouts of pleasure. He inhaled and whined lowly, throwing his head back and squeezing your hips to keep himself stable. Pleasure and orgasmic joy ran through his cock as his swollen urethra cried out hot cum into his jeans. 

Your face looked a bit shocked at his actions, clearly understanding what had happened. But you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, your hands made home on his chest and rubbed small circles with your palms, fingers stretched out, “You want me, huh?” Your voice was teasing, almost rubbing salt into the wound. But he didn’t hear it. He could feel the throbbing in his ears getting louder and the throbbing in his pants started up again. What was going on with him? Never in his life had he come that much, especially without some form of physical stimulation.

“I …” Choso’s mind blanked when his eyes refocused onto you, leaning toward your touch. This was so overstimulating to be with you here, it was … nice in a way. All his senses could do was focus on you and your touch. Your beautiful and amazing touch. He needed to savor this for as long as he possibly could until his time with you was up. 

~

The man wasn’t sure how long he stayed with you seated atop his lap, but it wasn’t enough. When he left, he couldn’t help but think about your touch. It was heavenly, so heavenly he couldn’t stop but get aroused again. This time it was more of a burn than anything he had felt before. It was a fiery sensation burning in his cock as he sat in his car. It was different than the last times because it was an innate hunger deep inside his lower abdomen. It was different because he had to touch himself or he might’ve just dropped dead then and there. 

Your face, he could see it contort in pleasure as he unzipped his pants. And your warmth, he could feel it when he snaked a hand around his length. This was nice, closing his eyes and feeling your walls clench around him, as his hand stroked himself slowly. Teasingly, tauntingly. He wanted to savor this newfound pleasure for as long as he physically could until he had to go home. 

Kamo could feel your face press against his shoulder as you rode him, whining for more. You’d be needy, no matter how much game you talked. He could tell you’d beg for him to fuck you and you’d cry as he pounded you. He’d like that, to fuck you nice and good, huh? He’d make you beg for it, and make you ride it with your hands forced behind your back until you sobbed. He’d make you his, mark you with his mouth until you were covered in hickies. All over your thick breasts until your nipples were sore from his tongue, practically bleeding from how much he’d abuse them with his teeth.

He could hear you whine, basically, he could hear you crying for him. He’d fuck you good. He’d be the perfect boyfriend, too. No matter what you wanted, the man would get it for you. And meals? He’d cook! You didn’t want to clean? He’d clean! Choso would be your house husband if he could just be yours. 

When he came, his cock was throbbing. He was milked beyond belief, leaking slowly into his palm as he gasped. Guttural groans filled the air he arched his back to the sensation. It was so good, and it would’ve been better if it was your hands. If it was your pussy, squelching as he made you, his. 

And he was going to make you, his.

~

Choso didn’t want to admit it, but he was going to come back every Saturday until he married you. Was it too forward to already think of vows or what colors would be prominent at your wedding? Probably! Was he doing it anyway? Absolutely!! 

The first time you saw him again, you did a double take. Now he knew he was going to be going to the club, so he had time to get ready. He spent an hour doing his hair in his signature puffs, then his eye makeup in purple and red, followed by some eyeliner. Just one line from his eyelid down to his cheek on either eye, followed by tight-lining his eyes. He felt a bit overdressed, but those insecurities faded when he saw you. You were in a light blue lingerie set, something that accentuated your skin tone. And, it didn’t cover much. His eyes wandered for a moment as he found himself a seat at the front, by the stage.

The man wasn’t expecting much from this, but he hoped to have a private room with you again. Something to see you and feel you. Maybe this time he’d be able to compose himself long enough to fondle your breasts, or even squeeze your ass. Just seeing you in your glory, walking around to talk to guests was making him feel a certain type of way again. 

It was quickly stopped by a man who approached you. He was taller and probably more intoxicated than anyone else in the building. The way he walked indicated he could barely even hold himself up, but he had one goal in mind. Getting to you. Maybe Choso was being jealous, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the man. The way he strutted to you and grabbed your arm, shouting something slurred in your direction, it angered him. How dare this man? What nerve did he have to think he could ever talk to a woman like that? Spouting such bile to someone as beautiful and amazing as you? He continued to pull at your arm as you shook your head and pulled it back, grabbing a drink from a nearby tray and throwing it to his face. 

No one was coming quick enough. Why weren’t the bodyguards handling this? Why wasn’t someone doing anything? 

Kamo stood and dusted his pants off. He hadn’t wanted to get involved in an outfit he liked so much, but for you, he’d do anything. He was hooked on you, your voice, your scent, your hair, your everything … all after one day. So you shouldn’t have been surprised when he walked up to the much taller man and socked him in the jaw. There was a very high chance that could have gone south, or completely missed. But somehow, his balled-up fist plowed the guy in the head, enough to make him stumble. Of course, it wouldn’t have knocked him over. But he was aiming to disorient enough to get you to the back or somewhere safe. 

“Choso?” You spoke, grabbing onto his arm, “You… really didn’t have to do that.” Before he could respond, the drunken man attempted to tackle Choso down. Thankfully for him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way. He stumbled forward and looked at you, smiling thankfully before turning his attention to the drunken man who was not giving up any time soon. Maybe punching him was a bad idea. 

“Um,” he pressed his lips together, before forming a very awkward smile, “Will you marry me?” The drunk was busy grabbing a chair to throw, giving the two of you a few seconds before disaster. And of course, with the adrenaline, he wasn’t thinking. 

“What?!” You whipped your head to him. 

“Come to my car?” He said instead, offering his hand to you. The most he could do was offer you a ride home and hope security would take care of the issue. And a part of him really hoped you’d say yes for selfish reasons. He wanted you to trust him and let him in, and maybe then your relationship would blossom. Maybe then, you’d kiss him. It was farfetched as hell to imagine he’d get anything more than a handshake out of this, but he wanted to hope.

You took his hand and let him swiftly lead you to his old beat-up Kiya, parked quite a ways away, “Um. You didn’t have to do that.” 

Kamo shook his head to dismiss that thought from your mouth, “I wanted to. No one else was going to protect you.” With a smile he clicked his keys, seeing his car light up a few spots ahead, “We can just wait in here until they kick him out, uhm, you know.” Your face lit up in a way he hadn’t seen before. Something sweet about it. It was a mix of relief and happiness. Your lips pursed together into a pout and your face began to redden. To Choso, it was adorable. He wanted to take you and hold you in his arms, vowing to protect you from the world and anyone who dared hurt you. Maybe that was extreme. But he would give his right arm just to hold you for a minute, pressing you close against his chest and closing his eyes, as he smelt your hair. 

“Thank you, Choso. You didn’t have to,” was all you spoke, quiet and soft. It was a change from how seductive and snarky you could be, and he liked it more. It was a more genuine side to you, and the man wanted to see more of it. 

He led you to his car, turned it on, and opened the back door for you to sit. He just assumed you’d prefer the room in the back rather than the small seats up front. Sitting beside you, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you looked out the car window. It was nice for a moment, to smell your perfume and to see you look comfortable. The way your body molded to the seat as you just sat there, your stomach bunching together in rolls, and how you leaned against one arm. You were cute. You were amazing. 

“Um,” Choso broke the silence after a moment, watching your head turn to him. Your eyes scanned his face and you smiled, awaiting his next words, “Are you cold? I could give you a spare jacket…?” His voice trailed off when you pressed your glossy lips together. 

“I could come closer to you?” You asked, tilting your head to the side and letting a few loose strands from your hairstyle fall across your forehead. Without being able to think if it was appropriate, Kamo reached forward and gently pushed some of the hairs away from your face, just so he could see all of your beauty in the moonlight. He hadn’t fully registered what you said until a few moments later when a red blush trailed up his temples. You wanted to sit next to him? You wanted him? It was hard for the male to imagine that the way he felt about you could ever be reciprocated.  He didn’t speak but instead nodded. A smile, wider than before, pulled at your full lips as you scooted closer. Your big thighs stuck to the leather seats as you crawled toward him, sitting down right beside him. Your plush hand fell atop his and your eyes met. 

Was this intimacy? Was intimacy more than simply fucking each other, but instead feeling a deep, soulful connection? Choso, in all honesty, had never felt a connection to someone so soon and so intensely, without knowing them. You were different. In the way you carried yourself and how he was beginning to see your mind too. It was different. Of course, your beauty captivated him. But you had something special to you hidden beneath the jewels of your flesh. Your warmth was comforting to him as you leaned your side against his. Hands on hands and skin on skin. That was what the raven-haired male liked. He needed you. He needed to make sure you were okay, and if you were, that was all that mattered.

Slowly, as the evening progressed he found you inching your way closer to his body until you were practically on top of him. Your arm weasled its way around him and pulled the man closer, letting you be one. His arm found its way around your shoulders. Without saying anything he pulled you in and let you rest. You were in control of the situation. Anything you wanted to do him he would comply and follow to any extent you wanted him to. If all you wanted was his warmth and his arm, he’d give you both without hesitation. 

And slowly, you sat up and stared into his eyes. There was another look there than what he had seen the last week. Rather than a calculated lustful look, designed to make any man's knees weak, it was genuine. It was longing in a way he hadn’t seen in anyone in so long. You stared at him like he was a treasure you wanted to take apart and search with delicate hands, terrified of destroying. You looked at him with wide eyes, full of desire. But it was a desire to get closer, closer in every sense of the word. You wanted to be in him, on him, with him, near him; Intellectually and physically, mentally and emotionally. Were you as crazy down bad as him??? Honestly �� yeah. 

Choso uttered your name, low in the base of his throat, before he leaned in. It was slow and methodical and god, he wanted to cave and force your mouth onto his. But he wanted to savor this moment as much as he could, even if it meant putting himself in agony. Your lips met slowly, molding together in harmony for one slow second before you opened your mouth. Inviting him in, you kissed delicately and placed your arms on his sides. He wasn’t sure what to do, but followed your lead, kissing as you did. Your heads turned in opposite directions, opening up for more room to explore with your tongues. The intensity grew, as did the burning desire in his pants to feel your pussy. To feel you, live you, breathe you, he was going insane. Just touching your hair, trying his hardest not to mess it up, was sending hot arousal down his cock into his swollen head. 

Deeply and passionately he kissed you as if the world would collapse unless your lips were on his. Deeply he swallowed you whole, just by pressing his mouth onto yours. If you weren’t the one kissing him he would have never wanted to kiss again. His hands found home on your hips and slowly pulled you onto his lap with practical ease. His arms wrapped around your waist and he seated you on his erection. It was so hot to feel your warm, wet, and clothed pussy against his groin, desperately beginning to grind for release. But Choso didn’t want you two to just bump and grind. He needed to be inside you or he was actually going to drop dead. 

“Please…” Kamo whined, breaking from the kiss to stare into your eyes with his grey orbs, eyelids hanging low and lashes brushing against his cheeks, “Let me fuck you… I want to.. Mmm.. I want to touch you so bad..” His large hands squeezed your hips again, harder, with more drive. If he wasn’t going to be inside you why would he even live?? 

You nodded your head quickly and went to work. It was easy to free his cock from his jeans, then his boxers. All you had to do was unzip and pop it out. He was a bit shy to show himself to you, but your wide eyes and slacked jaw proved to him you seemed to like it. The man wouldn’t have considered himself huge but on the bigger end of the spectrum. 

He ran his fingers down your front, thumbing your laced pantie set as they trailed further to your core. Just a few more inches and he’d be touching your pussy. If only he could live in it. His index and middle gently pried away the fabric so he could lay eyes on your perfect cunt. Even if it had discoloration, moles, or hair, or it wasn’t what he had seen on porn … he didn’t care. It was yours. Choso had been dreaming of this day for so long [1 SINGULAR WEEK]. He dipped into your wetness, rubbing one small circle just to see your sensitive reaction. Your breath hitched in a way he hadn’t seen before, your muscles clenched in your jaw and your hands rested on his shoulders. Beautiful. You were utterly beautiful. 

He pulled your undergarments to the side and lifted you up a bit, attempting to position you in the somewhat dark parked car. You helped a bit, grabbing a hold of his length and stroking up a bit in a teasing motion. Choso stuttered in his movements and slowly lowered you down. He was going to cum from pure impact alone. He already knew he wasn’t going to last long, but your pussy was making it damn near impossible. Tight walls enveloped his cock, covering it like a warm and soft hug as they stretched to accommodate his girth. Wetness spread down his member and for a moment he swore he could’ve felt you pulsate above him. 

“Choso,” you spoke impatiently, grabbing a hold of his face and pulling him in, “Please just … kiss me or something.” That was all you needed to say for him to take it from there. His lips met yours quickly, taking peck after peck until his head turned to the side and took in your bottom one. He wanted to do so much in such little time, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. Big hands took your love handles and rocked you back and forth a bit, just making sure you were adjusted to his penis before he began to thrust you up and down. Kamo wanted you to bounce and cry on his cock until you were nothing more than a blabbering mess. He wanted you to choke on his cum after he face-fucked you, making you swallow every drop. He wanted to do so much in such little time. 

He lifted you up just a bit to get a good angle, as he fucked into you. Tight and squishy, and warm and like melted honey on his length. You were so hot, your noises, your face, your fucking pussy. God, it was harder for him to concentrate on kissing you as he was fucking you. Your kisses were needy and incessant as was his urge to breed you- my god. He couldn’t help but barely hang on as white-hot bliss was building deep in his lower abdomen. The male's hips thrust forward, hitting your swollen spot. He could tell he was fucking you oh so good because your lips were trying to catch up with his. Your grip on his shirt got tighter and for a second he swore you were clenching around him tighter than you had before. 

“H-Harder.. Mm..- hhah.. Cho-Cho..Choso..” You whimpered, pulling back from the kiss to rest your head on his shoulder. He wasn’t holding back anymore, groaning out as he was beginning to ride out his slow high. The man inhaled and gasped, grunting forward as you moaned. Your moans were perfect. They were music to his ears, making him spill almost instantly. Within seconds of pumping into you, he was fucking his seed right back inside your pretty cunt. He could imagine it, giving you a baby. Making you a pretty mommy as many times as you wanted. He’d never get tired of cuming into your hot pussy and painting your walls milky white. 

Choso continued until he heard you cry out and arch your back, biting your lips and trying not to scream. He knew you were cumming then. He was past the point of sensitivity to feel anything, so he continued to fuck you good. All he wanted was to please you and make you cum. Your walls clenched around him as he touched your G-spot, violating it with his cock-head. You came and groaned, biting back another cry as the pleasure crashed throughout your body.

It stayed like that for a minute as he slowed his humping down to a stop, letting you keep a nice seat on his lap. All the two of you could hear were the sounds of your heavy breathing, mixed with the low hum of his car air conditioner. 

This is the perfect time to propose, “...About what I, um, said earlier…”

[norrizzandpia]

So American (OB38)

Summary: To the song So American by Olivia Rodrigo. In which a Brit and an American fall so deeply in love with each other.

Warnings: suggestive scenes, language, so much fluff omg, reader is from America (specifically California), reader wants to be a writer and loves Jane Austen, reader loves London, idk if you can tell yet but this is HEAVILY indulgent, reader goes to University of San Francisco (that part is not self indulgent lol)

Note: I couldn’t help myself ive had this idea for too long, my debut Ollie Bearman fic! I hope you like it because i do 🤭

Eighteen and baby-faced, Y/n thought her trip to London with her best friends would be fun and outrageous. She expected when they touched down in Heathrow that the trip would bring countless amounts of unique memories. It was part of their celebration of completion in their first year in college, a week-long trip to one of their favorite places to welcome the desperately needed summer.

None of them expected for Y/n to slam into a tall body when they were running to a musical before the doors closed and none of them expected that tall body to be that of another eighteen year old who found the short, American girl too cute to tear his eyes away from.

Ollie hadn’t been expecting much when he decided to take a day trip into London, wanting to spend the day wandering around one of his favorite cities. Though, when his eyes graced him the vision of y/h/c hair and a flushed girl frazzled in front of him, he knew it would be one to remember.

She was short, almost too short as his neck craned down to meet her eyes and the two murmured out apologies as he knelt down to pick up her bag that had dropped when they both rounded the same corner too fast.

Her ID slipped out, California’s name in bold letters right at the top and made Ollie laugh.

”American?” He smiled as Y/n’s friends glanced at each other from the side.

Y/n grinned, “Yep, American.”

Part of him knew getting into business with someone who lived on another continent couldn’t be smart, but he couldn’t bear to think of not seeing her again. Her beauty struck him and there were no thoughts in his mind when he asked for her number when she mumbled something about having to leave.

Y/n’s wide eyes turned around to meet his once more, “My number?”

Ollie nodded, his hand in his pocket and clutching his phone, “Your number.”

Her friends behind her giggled before shoving her toward the British boy who they had no idea was not your average or normal eighteen year old. Y/n took his phone lightly and pressed the correct digits. When she returned it, her name staring back at him, he blushed, “Y/n. That’s cute.”

Her cheeks warmed just like his as her friends began tugging on her hand and yelling about making the showtime, “What’s your name?!” She yelled as they dragged her away.

He waved with a beam, “Ollie!”

Ollie. That’s cute.

—

That summer, Y/n never went back to California. The moment she began talking with Ollie and he began taking her out on dates before she was supposed to leave, she knew there would be no way she could leave him. She canceled her flight back after Ollie had begged her to stay, and told her friends they needed to go back without her, that there was something more she needed to explore in London.

The girls had anticipated it, honestly. When they had seen the dazed grin on their friend’s face every time she came back from seeing the boy, they knew there was not enough willpower to hold her back from changing plans.

She would come back for the next school year, but it was clear if things went well, which they seemed they would be, she would stay for the summer.

And that she did.

Ollie forced her around all of England, showing her his favorite nooks and crannies of the country he grew up in. They would spend hours in his car as he drove her around, to the end of the country and back, just so she could experience his favorite view too. Their moments spent together forced the two to get to know each other wholly. Y/n found out about his racing career, gaped at him when he mentioned his Formula 1 race, and Ollie found out about her mundane life as a student at University of San Francisco. Honestly, he loved how regular she was. He craved her stories of college parties and nights spent up until three AM trying to turn in a paper. He loved her life stories. She loved his. They made for a good duo.

When the end of the two months drew near, tears were shed and words of distance were stressed. As they stood at the entrance to Heathrow, Ollie held Y/n in his arms and promised to find another time for her to come visit him, or one where he would come visit her. He was insistent and while they wouldn’t say it then, they were already in love.

That proved true a few months later, after calls and texts back and forth, when Y/n turned up at Heathrow once more. She was on Christmas break, one that granted her time to see her boyfriend, and while her family had been supportive of her skipping the holiday to go see someone that clearly made her so happy, she still felt a bit guilty to cancel. Though, that feeling diminished when she descended down the escalator and found Ollie holding a large sign with her name on it in pinks and greens, a large smile on his face as she yelped out and sprinted toward him.

“OLLIE!” Her bags dropped and she flew into his arms as he yelled her name back, the sign he had worked so hard on thrown to the floor the moment she got close.

He kissed her cheek and the two were looked upon adoringly by bystanders in the airport as he gently set her down on the ground, kissing her softly and whispering how much he had missed her.

When he led her out of the doors, all her belongings in his hands, they smiled brightly at each other as if to confirm how much they would make this month worth their while.

—

Drivin’ on the right-side road, he says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes. And he's got hands that make hell seem cold. Feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem I wish I wrote. I wish I wrote.

Ollie clutched Y/n’s thigh as he drove to their favorite spot, one he had shown her during the summer. Her head lulled to the side, staring at him lightly and lovingly right when he glanced at her, his eyes roaming over her body.

Her eyebrows pulled together, “What?”

He smirked, “You look pretty wearing my clothes.” His fingers traced up her stomach to tug on his sweatshirt that adorned her upper body. The way it draped largely over her made his heart warm and how she had the hood pulled up over her messy hair made him want to pull the car over and kiss her silly.

She looked cozy. Cozy enough that his hand traveled under the material to rest around her waist. His warm hands made her feel more sleepy, the clock in the car reading a time too early, as she cuddled further into herself. Ollie noticed the yawn that drew from her and smiled to himself, his eyes averting back to the lonely road they were on.

“Can I put my feet on the dash?” She murmured, eyes closing and head tucking further into his sweatshirt.

Ollie patted her leg, “Sure, baby. I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”

He turned the music down enough for her to find sleep again and when her phone pinged beside him, he glanced down randomly. His head had snapped back up before he could genuinely realize the notification he had seen. When it dawned on him what he might’ve seen, his eyes drifted down once more and tapped the screen to see it again.

A notification from In-n-Out stayed put on her screen and he stifled a laugh before whispering, “Oh, she’s so American.”

—

And he laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so American. Oh God, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much. I’ll go anywhere he goes and he says I’m so American. Oh God, I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love.

Ollie howled from laughter as Y/n giggled, her joke going over better than she expected. She knew it was funny, but she didn’t think the red in his face from not breathing was necessary. Still, she admired the way he admired her and went along with his hysterics. When his breathing regulated and his hunched over position came back to a seated one on the cold bench in Hyde Park, her stares were finally noticed by him.

”What?” He asked, arm wrapping around her shoulder as he shoved a piece of croissant in his mouth. He offered the last piece to Y/n and she took it, murmuring before putting it in her mouth, “Nothing. You just think I’m funny.”

Ollie’s eyebrows rose and he blew out a breath, “I think you’re hilarious.”

”I wonder how much you’ll laugh with me when you’re wasted.” Y/n’s head cocked to the side as she lost herself to thoughts.

Ollie giggled, “Probably an annoying amount when I’m pissed.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped in horror, “Not when you’re pissed! Don’t pee yourself!”

The couple turned to each other in confusion, Ollie fully taken aback, “Who said anything about peeing themselves?!”

Y/n jabbed a finger into his chest, “You did!”

Ollie pushed her softly, his hand on her waist drawing her back to him, “No, I didn’t!”

Her head fell into his chest in a fit of laughter, “Yes! I was talking about getting drunk and then you just brought up pissing yourself!”

In a moment of realization, Ollie found himself howling with laughter again. His hands clutched her frozen ones in the midst of winter before he got out, “It means the same thing! Wasted and pissed! Drunk!”

Her mouth fell open as she began to understand. Then, she pulled a face, “Why would you British people say pissed? That’s weird.”

Ollie gasped with a smile, “Hey! Don’t be rude.”

She crossed her arms, “You’re the one that insinuated peeing yourself.”

Ollie groaned and scrambled from the seat, running away from her with loud laughter, “Get away from me, American!”

She got up, rushing after him, with strangers giving them questionable looks as they began running through the bushes and trees of Hyde Park,

As she followed after him, his smile getting caught in her mind, she realized she had never felt this way about anyone. Sure, she had had guys in the past, but none of them compared to Ollie. The time they spent together, whether over the phone or in the actual presence of the other, always left her with a fuzzy feeling. A fuzzy feeling she always wanted to feel. The idea of forever was premature, but she was beginning to believe she was in love with the boy running away from her and jokingly berating her for being American. If she was in love, why not entertain the idea of marriage in her daydreams?

When she reached him, falling into his arms roughly with continued giggles, he leaned in and kissed her softly. The look in Ollie’s eyes when he pulled back made her think he might just be in love with her too.

Maybe they could entertain the idea of marriage in their daydreams together.

—

God, I’m so boring and I’m so rude. Can’t have a conversation if it’s not all about you; the way you dress and the books you read. I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he’s with me, when he’s with me.

Y/n brushed her teeth in the white of Ollie’s bathroom, his parents having generously let her stay in their home during her stay for Christmas. Her best friend, Charlotte, stared back at her from the phone. Their FaceTime had just started and Y/n hadn’t waited to say any greetings before jumping into rambling about Ollie.

”Charlotte, I’m so obsessed with him. I think it’s unhealthy.” She laughed, Charlotte laughing with her. Ollie eavesdropped on the other side of the door. “He’s so sweet and attentive. He remembers all the little things and even suggests things he thinks I’ll love. Which I always do. The other day, we were walking around Sussex and he saw this small book in a window and forced me into the shop. Turns out he had found a Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice First Edition. He told me he remembered how much I loved that movie and that storyline. He even referenced exact sentences that I had said in the midst of my rant about how much I love Jane Austen books. I looked at the price tag, holy shit, Char, it was so expensive. I made him leave the store immediately because the look on his face told me he needed no convincing in buying it for me. I thought I was in the clear, but apparently he’s friends with the owner of that store, so he went in early the morning after, while I was still asleep, and bought it for me. He surprised me with it along with breakfast in bed. I almost cried, Char. He’s even started reading it with me because he knows how much I love it.”

Charlotte’s eyes twinkled at the look on her friend’s face. Charlotte loved Ollie for the way he treated Y/n. “That is fucking insane. This man is in love with you, Y/n.”

Ollie’s heart exploded in his chest from the other side of the door. He had been caught.

Y/n’s whispering was loud enough for him to hear, “I think I’m in love with him too. I can’t get over his smile and his favorite pair of shoes that he most definitely needs to repurchase. I love his humor and how much he wants to make me happy. I love how he makes me feel so wanted and important. I love everything about him from his ratty Ferrari sweatshirt to the moles on his cheek.”

Ollie almost started giggling, jumping up and down like a schoolgirl, at her confession. He was ecstatic. This feeling was better than when he scored points in his first Formula 1 race. Yet, he didn’t want to let her know he knew yet. He wanted to plan something, something big that would show how serious he was about her.

The two friends hung up the phone after Y/n realized what time it was and rattled off to Charlotte about Ollie waiting for her in bed. Charlotte tried not to point out the suggestive nature of her statement, but she failed. “Use protection!” She yelped just as the phone hung up. Y/n stood in the threshold to Ollie’s bedroom, him staring back at her as the two took in Charlotte’s warning.

Ollie flopped down into the sheets, Y/n falling right into his arms. He kissed her neck and whispered, “She doesn’t need to worry. We will.”

They wouldn’t end up falling asleep until far into the night.

—

I apologize if it’s a little too much, just a little too soon, but if the conversation ever were to come up I don’t want to assume this stuff. But, ain’t it love? I think I’m in love.

Ollie couldn’t wait to tell her. Let her know that he felt the same way. And Y/n couldn’t wait to tell him about her most favorite idea, one she had come up in the wake of telling her best friend how much she loved her boyfriend. Neither of them knew the other had something so serious to discuss as they drove down the quiet street. Ollie had shoved her in the car, telling her he was taking her to a picnic under the stars. He threw his coat over her, taking his other for himself, and drove the few minutes before arriving at the open grass area near his house. He helped her out of the car, leading her to the trunk to get the box of food his mother had helped him make in preparation for this, and found a perfect spot with the clearest view of the sky.

The cold, winter air made them curl into each other, creating the perfect amount of warmth to stay. Y/n didn’t know how to breach her topic as they popped spoonfuls of soup into their mouths. Ollie beat her to it.

“Can I tell you something?” He whispered, finding her soft eyes.

She nodded, “Of course, baby.”

He sighed, putting his soup off to the side and trying to rid his body of unnecessary nerves. He knew she felt the same. Still, his hands shook slightly, not from the cold, “You have completely wrecked my life. You were so unexpected and not something I was ever anticipating, but I am so happy you fell into my life, Y/n. I will always look back on that moment at that random corner in London with so much love because…” He took a deep breath, “I love you and that was the start of you and me.”

Y/n’s face beamed and she set her soup down, throwing herself into Ollie. He fell backward, the two falling into a heap of limbs on the blanket below them. She kissed his face all over with sloppy, lovesick kisses, “Ollie! I love you too!”

He would never get over how her voice sounded whenever she said his name. Sure, she had said it in annoyed manners before when he had ticked her off, but, even then, he loved the way her accent sounded around the syllables. Never did he think he would be putting American accents first before British ones on his list of most beloved accents. Though, he was beginning to find that her smiling face was getting him to do a lot of crazy things lately. Like, buying a book worth thousands of dollars and reading it along with her. Chilling.

She tapped the back of his palms before tugging lightly on his fingers, “I have something to run past you.”

He nodded, pulling her between his legs and stroking her back. She let her legs wrap around his waist as they continued to sit on the blanket, “You know how much I want to be a writer? The reason why I’m studying English and everything?”

Ollie continued nodding, tilting his head as to tell her he had no clue where this was going.

She cleared it up quickly, however, when she nervously rambled, “What if I transferred to a UK university?”

Ollie’s heart almost flew from his chest, “Like, move here?”

She gave a small smile, “Yeah. I mean, I’ve always wanted to move here and study here. I love it here. But, now,” She kissed his lips, “I have more of a reason to. Would that be something you’d be okay with?”

He scoffed, “Would that be something I’d be okay with?! Fuck, yeah! Oh my God, Y/n, please move here. Holy shit, move here.” He begged with the cheekiest grin on his face.

She laughed, “Okay, okay. I still have to be accepted, but I have good chances with my grades and everything.”

Ollie shook her body lightly, “No, you’ll be accepted. If I start a manifestation journal specifically for this, would you judge me?”

Y/n cackled, “No, go right ahead. Tap into that spiritual force, Bearman.”

He kissed her hard, happy it seemed to work out for them. God, he wanted it to work out for them so bad.

—

And he laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so American. Oh God, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much. I’ll go anywhere he goes and he says I’m so American. Oh God, I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love.

ONE YEAR LATER

Y/n walked down the street to her dorm, a quizzical look etched into her face as she rounded the corner and ran into a hard body. Her eyes found his familiar ones from her position below him and his smile welcomed her home after a long day.

Ollie laughed, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

She tucked herself under his arm as they began walking, “You just need to stop walking so fast.”

He laughed at her comment before leaning down and kissing her cheek, “How was your day?”

She groaned, “So long. English in a UK university is much more in depth than I was expecting. It puts American colleges to shame. Plus, for lunch, the waiter screwed up my order.”

Ollie frowned, “Oh, no. What’d they mess up?”

Y/n gave him a sad smile, “I asked for chips with my sandwich and they gave me French fries.”

There was silence before Ollie shook his head with a soft smile, “Baby, French fries are chips here.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “What do you mean?”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “No one says French fries here. If you want that, it’s chips.”

She stood in front of him in a stance that suggested this was an outrage. He chuckled at her, “Then, what do I say if I want chips?!”

He pushed her hair away from her face lovingly, “Crisps, love.”

She huffed and turned away, walking down the sidewalk before he quickly caught up with her. She grumbled from under his arm, “You need to teach me these crazy discrepancies.”

Ollie nodded and kissed her hair, “It’s not my fault you’re so American, but sure, I will. We can start now.”

Apparently, that sufficed for her as she let out an agreeing noise, “Yeah, so where are we going for this date.”

He put his finger to his lips and shushed her, “No, it’s a surprise.”

Her mind loved the fact that he was so obsessed with planning their outings by himself. She loved how much he initiated everything. She had never felt so taken care of. She always envied the girls loved wholly by their boyfriends and now she had that for herself. There would be no day that would come that she took advantage of the boy she fell in love with two summers ago.

She shrugged, “You better be happy I trust you so much, I’d follow you into a dark cave without any questions.”

Ollie squeezed her, “I mean, I follow you anywhere you go, so if you’re not going into that cave, I’m not either.”

He pulled her down the stairs to the Tube as he slipped her backpack off her body and onto his. She kissed him in appreciation, “So, it’s settled. No dark caves.”

Ollie shook his head and led her to the place they needed to be. He held her hand tightly as they weaved through the crowds, his head flicking behind him to check on her frequently before just pushing her in front of him, his hands around her waist as he steered her.

When they got to their platform, he added his last thought to their conversation, “We need to get married first before wandering into dangerous caves.”

He said it so nonchalantly, it made her fall in love with him more. And when he met her eyes after he was met with silence, he found overwhelming joy within them.

He kissed her in the midst of the chaos underground, his hands cradling her face and hers loosely around his waist. They were a sight for sore eyes, but no one saw them in the midst of their special moment.

It was just for themselves and would be referred back to in the coming years as the moment where their forever really started.

Bloody hell, they were so in love.

[austinsastrology8991]

> MC ASPECTS < How you renowned around town “You make your own reality. And once you’ve done it, apparently, everyone’s of the opinion it was all so fucking obvious.” - Logan - Fucking - ROy

!!parental advisory explicit!!

MC Aspecting Sun - “rome, I think you're a super talented superstar and I love you” - Shiv Roy : Its hard not to notice you, you got a poise of regality, and you work the public sphere with ease; you put yourself out there and you get a lot of attention from onlookers - and it makes you one of a kind. you are someone with dignity and maybe too much self respect for some, to give you the credit that you do deserve > because no one does it quite like you - high key a dominant force in any room you enter - wolf of wall street vibes and lets be honest you are not above having a party at the office... and paying hookers to make it more cool...... you do the most and its a vibe vibe MC Aspecting Moon - "They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had, and add some extra just for you" - Therapist in succession You know how to put people at ease, and your basically a professional therapist at this point. You can lighten up anyones mood or piss everyone off depending on how you feel. And this understanding of psychology really benefits you; because people want to treat you right, so you can give them some insight as to why they have a mental breakdown every 5 minutes (this generations daily cycle) your like a dog that lives in a hair-salon and everyone wanna get a cuddle from it/he/she/thing/you

MC Aspecting Mercury - “Information, Greg, it’s like a bottle of fine wine. You store it, you hoard it, you save it for a special occasion and then you smash someone’s face with it.” - Tom Wambsgams When you stfu people are wondering what your thinking. because somehow. someway. you've taken control of the conversation, and whatever you say is taken with heavier consideration then the average person. However that does not mean you get your way, it just means we listen to you the most - easily the most valuable insight comes from you guys, and your perceived as. a hustler. no wonder your careful with ur words because you dont really care about getting the right answer in the known, if that ultimately inteferes with your master plan you'll just stay quiet - because you know how to navigate the world with words, and your aware that ultimately the final word - the best word - is the deciding factor of what we do MC Aspecting Venus - "Here’s the thing about being rich, okay? It’s fucking great. It’s like being a superhero, only better. You get to do what you want — the authorities can’t really touch you. You get to wear a costume, but it’s designed by Armani and it doesn’t make you look like a prick." - Tom Wambsgams Beauty pageants. Everyone is interested in you, because your beautiful and your graceful, and you'd make a fine edition to the list of exes that everyone has. So besides the fact that your fuckable, you know how to charm people so easily and thats why you get so much attention, and its positive unless your insecure about how attractive you are.... which is a real thing... and id say just get that plastic surgery or stfu and find some real solutions. i mean has anyone ever tried to tell a beautiful person, that they beautiful.... its exhausting... and then they just look for someone else (more beautiful) to get that validation. its a death trap!!! dont fall for that bs... but damn yo fine ass better get used to being a fine ass or someone gonna commit a crime on yo ass MC Aspecting Mars - "I got a track record from founding one of the most exciting new media brands in the world. And what do you got? Track marks from shooting junk? Thanks for coming down. It was great to meet you." - Lawyrence Yee Unfuckwitable - you embody the underdog - and i mean an under dog thorugh and through; youll bark at anything that pisses yall offf, and thats why people watch they step around yall, no one wanna get bitten by da big dog with a small dog complex. but your fierce and people try their best to match your aggressive energy just to save face for themselves - meanwhile your just more pissed off that you always gotta show yo teeth to anyone you talk to lol. Your competitive and act like crackhead that knows karate. everyone is low key intimidated by ya, and you know it

MC Aspecting Jupiter - "Most things don't exist. the ford motor company hardly exists. It's just a time saving expression for a collection of financial interests." - Logan RoyEveryone likes you, and sometimes you don't even understand why, and thats just another reason to like you. You show a geniune uninterest in any boring mundane activities > and this lack of care for bullshit makes it so that when you do show an interest for something > you've somehow convinced everyone in the room that your enthusiasm defines whats enjoyable. and this discernment makes others believe that your the new budha for socio-economic observations . I respect it. and you did it without even realizing, like thats a feat initself, and you guys are 100 feet tall in everyone elses eyes because you got a name fo yo self MC aspecting Saturn - "the actual fact is we're persuading more and more shareholders everyday that we offer them just a slightly better chance for them to make a little bit more money on the dollar…and that's all that this is…." - Stewy Hosseini The boss is here and now everyone gotta actually do something productive. you guys have respect, and people know that if they don't come at you correctly, then you'll correct it for them, and no one wanna be daddied by the king kong daddy. Your life is defined by hardships and this is the most noticeable trait about yall, and it has molded you into a gus fring. A stone cold killer. You don't have to say much but the weight of your presence in itself, is so much pressure, that everyone wanna ask for more time, but no one wanna be scolded by yall so we just stfu and deal with it MC Aspecting Uranus - "Nothing is a line. Everything, everywhere is always moving. Forever. Get used to it." - Logan Roy Who is they? who are we? why can they get away with acting like a complete fucking retard? Well they don't 'get away with it' they just fucking do it. I mean the balls on ya'll is undeniable, but the audacity and the concept of why. well no one knows and I don't think you do either. But you literally change the game wherever you go, because you do ridiculous shit just to make fun of reality, and it really does expose how much of a cult we all live in; since we all about our own rituals of bullshit. I applaud the audacity but everyone gets nervous around your unpredictable nervous explosions - your like a charged creeper; youve been shocked by something and now you just have to explode and ruin everyones buildings

MC Aspecting Neptune - "Climate said I was going down. Climate said I should just step aside. I guess I'm a climate denier" - Logan Roy You're imagination personified. You somehow write your favourite stories into reality > and you do this so uncosnciosuly thst you've somehow convinced everyone its real. You don't care much for whats actually real, you'd rather manifest what you want to be real > no matter whats being thrown at you (and theres a lot) you have a uncanny ability to be a energy conduit > and transform that energy into what pleases you the most. And because of this you appear to be a mystic. and theres a tendency to be very calm, and if life throws too much shit at you > and you've ran outta favours, its adios to the world. and the long road of finding your purpose again awaits! MC Aspecting Pluto - "Would you like to hear my favourite passage from Shakespear? Take the fucking money." - Logan Roy You are daunting aren't you. people don't talk to you very much, at least not any normal self abiding citizen. you look like TMNT - you look neglected > look like you ate some radioactive poison > became this mutant thing > and was raised by a rat that could beat your ass... how'd that go? you look great! I would shake your hand but Im honestly afraid your gonna bite me. Look your life is intense and borderline traumatic, I get it. but this makes you so mesmerising > you can have the whole room in a trance with your dark aura, and people just hand you power like its nothing. You don't even care tho, and thats what makes you even more powerful lol > if anyone can handle the dark. its you > and a powerful 'rep' requires someone who doesn't fuck around. and you do not

highly highly recommend succession > all the quotes used are from dat show - and its a fkn masta piece

[13as07]

Birthright #5

(Fugaku Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: A Few People

Word Count: 3,506

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Incest (Father/Daughter)

Mention of Hickey's and Sexual Activities

Uchiha Racism (?)

Name Calling: Princess, Sweetheart, Daddy, Spoiled Brat, Your Highness

Misogyny

Heated arguments/thrown insults (?)

As of right now there's plans for four more parts. Idfk bro lmao, I didn't except this story line to go on so long but I have ideas for it now so we're all kinda stuck

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     Daddy strolls behind me, giving me space to walk and bounce around as we head toward the gate that marks the Clan's territory. One of the plus sides of going out with him instead of Itachi is that he offers me more freedom and gives me more space to just be; at least in the safety of the clan. My brother doesn't do that; he's always worried if I'm not right by his side that something or someone is going to hurt me.

Though, the closer to the gate we get, the more that freedom is taken away. Daddy doesn't trust the village and Itachi doesn't trust anything. Despite that, he still stays a few steps behind. The only difference being the lost softness of his face and the sharpness of his eyes.

As we approach the gate, I notice Kenzo - Daddy's adviser and probably the closest thing he has to a friend - leaning against one of the fence posts. "Hello!" I greet, my hand stretching up to wave at him.

"Princess Uchiha," he greets back, his head bowing in respect. "Chief," he adds on, also bowing to Daddy. "Aren't you cheerful today?"

"Yes! We're going shopping and I get to pick out my dress for the Betrothal Ball," I tell him, my excitement making my body buzz.

"Kenzo knows," Daddy mutters, falling into place next to me. His hand slithers around my side, his warm fingers pressing against my ribcage as his thumb toys with the end of my shirt, sliding just below it. "He's going to join us on our trip today. After all the village is unsafe and - "

" - there's power in numbers," I mumble, rolling my eyes at Daddy.

An approving hum is sent my way, his arm falling to hang loose on my hips. "Exactly, Princess. That's why you're not allowed to go anywhere alone. You're safer going out and about with me or your brothers."

Again, I roll my eyes, starting my steps up when Daddy softly pushes on me. He stays wrapped around me, his arm loose and sliding against the skin just below my shorts, toying with the clothing and poking his fingers underneath the hem to run his fingertips over parts of my thigh that are covered.

     "Speaking of my sons," he picks up when Kenzo settles on the other side of me, my body trapped between the two older men. "You won't believe what I walked in on last night."

"Daddy," I hiss, squirming to try and get away. He tightens his hold, sliding his fingers so they're pressed against my inner thigh. His fingertips paint delicate shapes against my skin, turning my squirms from embarrassment to trying to shake the tingles away.

Like I said before, I know my home dynamic isn't normal, at least outside of the clan. The elders say the newer clans don't appreciate or understand the value of keeping our bloodlines clean and that the Hyuga's similar thoughts on the matter are their 'only saving grace'. On the other hand, the newer clans say our traditions are 'unethical' and 'perverted'. They also say it's selfish of the Hyugas and us to 'keep our dojutsus to ourselves'.

I don't know what I think. I know I like Onii-Chan, I know I love him, and I know I can't wait for him to become chief, for me to become his wife. I also know that sometimes I don't like Daddy touching me and that he can be a bit mean to the other people and clans of our village. He says it's to keep us safe though, so I guess it's okay.

Daddy hushes me, adding more pressure to his fingertips. "Sasuke made a complete mess out of our Princess."

"Daddy," I whine again, my cheeks heating from both embarrassment and the feeling of his hand against my leg. He ignores me, his hand pulling away to settle on my hip again when our group makes it past the threshold of the gate.

"What do you mean by 'a complete mess'?" Kenzo asks, his tone low and hushed as we walk through the village. It's not usually busy close to our territory but the further into the village we get, the busier and more crowded it is.

"I walked in on him on top of her, humping her like a dog in heat."

Kenzo chuckles, shaking his head at the embarrassing situation that happened last night. "I don't know how you do it, Chief. I could only imagine how my boys would be if our last child was a girl. Though now I'm scrambling to find my oldest two wives, so I guess at least you have that advantage. On the plus side, one of my sisters' oldest daughters is on the marriage court this year so I'll be able to get one of them betrothed, at least."

Daddy rolls his eyes, his constant anger with Onii-Chan amping up. "Itachi isn't much better."

"Are you still upset about the lake thing?"

"He knows better," Daddy hisses, his fingers feeling like steel digging into my hip. "So does Sasuke and yet my poor Princess is covered in bruises. Her chest is more hickeys than skin after last night."

"Oh ya?" Kenzo asks, his eyes falling to roll over my breasts, his glance not going on noticed by Daddy, whose mouth twitches with a smile.

Despite the constant warfare at home, he takes pride in my brothers and me. He enjoys Itachi being a top Shinobi and a respected Anbu, he takes pride in me being the gem of beauty among the clan and even outside of it, and I know he's excited to see how Sasuke's journey on the police force plays out.

"That's not even the half of it," Daddy grumbles, his fingers relaxing and gently massaging the bone he was just gripping. "My poor daughter's pussy was dripping because of my youngest son. Soaked in his semen. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was trying to knock her up."

     "Daddy," I hiss, tugging on his shirt. "Don't tell Kenzo about that. It's embarrassing."

     The man chuckles, his eyes swimming over me again. "And I repeat, I don't know how you deal with it."

     "I don't know how you deal with all boys. I only have two and the wife still pays more attention to them than me. Though, with Itachi being older her main focus is on Sasuke." That's a bit of a lie. Mom's focus has almost always been on the younger of my brothers. I keep my mouth shut though, knowing better than to call Daddy a lair.

     "Maybe I'll talk the wife into trying for another baby," Kenzo mutters, his eyes glued to the cut-off of my shorts. "It would be nice having a little girl. Someone to pamper and spoil. Someone to play with."

     Daddy chuckles at that, his hand sliding up, not so discreetly squeezing my breast before his arm falls off of me. "She's the gem of my life," he says, continuing his conversation like I'm not even here. "There's nothing better than hearing her squeals for me. But, with four boys at home, they'll keep you on your toes with a daughter around. Who knows how constantly I have to pull Itachi and Sasuke off my poor Princess?"

"Daddy - "

"Hush," he silences me, adding a glare to send the point home. "Anyway," Daddy mutters, turning his attention back to Kenzo. "I think it'll be worth it. My Princess does a good job taking care of me."

"You sure are lucky Chief," the advisor utters, his eyes falling down my form again. "Lord knows how feral I'd be having a sweet girl walking around the house."

Daddy laughs again, his hand sliding under Itachi's shirt hanging on me. His fingertips soon slide under my top too, painting designs between my shoulder blades. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've debated taking Itachi's right to her away, but I won't," he says, cutting off the hissy fit I was about to start. "After all Princess's virginity is Itachi's birthright, just as Mikoto's was mine. Besides, there's nothing taster than something you made yourself. Getting to taste my Princess is more than enough."

"I'm going to talk to the wife about trying for a daughter."

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"Here it is!" I cheer, dragging Daddy toward the village flower shop. Buckets of flowers sit outside it, painting the sidewalk in their pretty blooms. He softly chuckles, letting me drag him across the street. Kenzo trudges behind the two of us, his arm decorated with bags from the other two shops we've gone to so far today.

     Daddy's hand loosens from mine when the bell above the door rings, his hold on me jumping to the small of my back. "Go look around, Princess," he orders, gently pushing on me.

     I eagerly take the offer, sliding away to look at the different flowers. Despite being parted, Kenzo stays close to me, a few steps behind as I look around. It's something I've grown used to in my life; never truly being alone. If one of the men of my family isn't hovering near me, someone else from the clan is. I don't mind it, especially since having a bodyguard gives me freedom being watched by my brothers or father doesn't give me.

     My fingertips slide over different flowers, looking at all the different colors and shapes. "Kenzo?"

     "Your Highness?" He mutters back, head tilted in respect. That's another reason I like being with a bodyguard instead of family. They use my 'royal' title within the clan instead of Princess or Lady like the village residents do. Plus, I get a bit of a kick out of people bowing to me. Daddy says it's just my 'clan blood at work', whatever that means.

     "What do you think of these flowers?" I ask, motioning toward the bucket of pale blue and red peonies. "They're pretty, right?"

     He slithers over, standing behind me to look at the flowers. "They're beautiful, your Highness, and yet they still pale in your presence," Kenzo gently flirts, picking one of the flowers out of the bucket and holding it in comparison to my face.

     A smile tugs at my lips, giddiness filling my chest at the praise. "Careful, Kenzo. Daddy will have your head for saying stuff like that," I tease back, kind of. My Father can sometimes be a little... over baring when it comes to men cozying up to me, but I don't believe he would kill his advisor over a small compliment.

     Kenzo chuckles, tucking the flower behind my ear. His mouth snaps open to respond but he gets cut off before he can.

     "That's because Uchiha's have a habit of responding with violence quicker than needed." My head snaps toward the sound, a pissy man about Daddy's age falling into my sight. His face is worn and wrinkled, like many of the men who serviced the war of my Father's generation, though I take it that the scowl on his face isn't a leftover effect of battle. His hair is long and blonde, in a ponytail matching the girl that's hovering behind him. I recognize her, one of the girls that graduated with Sasuke but I can't quite put my finger on who she is.

"Yamanaka," Kenzo greets, his tone warning as he moves forward. One of his hands lands on my shoulder, gently lulling me backward.

"Chief Yamanaka, to you," the man corrects, his tone matching Kenzo's.

"It's nice to meet you, Chief Yamanaka," I pipe up, shaking the hold off as I reach my hand out. "I'm - "

"My daughter," Daddy interrupts, popping out of nowhere like he tends to do. "I would also like to remind you that our clan is responsible for the police force within the village, so it's not exactly unusual that we deal with brutality. Remind me again what your clan does to keep the village safe?" He settles next to me, his hand on the small of my back again as he eggs on the fellow chief.

"We're responsible for protecting the barrier of the village. You know, the one your kind gives the cold shoulder to."

Daddy simmers for a second, the loose smile on his face getting even shallower. "Ah, yes. You lead the barrier team. A fitting role for a man such as yourself."

     "What the hell does that mean, Uchiha?"

     "It means, learn to take a compliment when I offer one," Daddy responds, his voice staying even despite the fight the fellow chief is trying to brew. "Anyway, we're here on good terms and for my daughter's sake and," his eyes drop down, smile slightly less fake as he looks at the girl tucked behind the Yamanaka chief. "Your daughter's sake as well, perhaps we should keep it that way. What do you think, Kenzo?"

"I think coming here to put in our flower order shouldn't lead to a fight, Chief," Kenzo mutters, most of his warning aimed at the blonde but a bit being thrown Daddy's way.

The warning calms him down, hand falling to toy with the hem of Itachi's shirt. "As right as always," he grumbles, eyes trailing my form before snapping toward the Yamanaka chief again. "We're having our yearly Betrothal Ball within a week. The wife wishes for roses for the event."

"Actually," I squeak, balling up a chunk of Daddy's shirt. "I was wondering if we could get peonies, like these," I mutter, moving aside so he can see them.

Daddy softly sighs, looking over the flowers for a second before he looks at me. "Your mother wants roses, Princess."

"And I want peonies," I snap, dropping my hold on him to cross my arms over my chest, my tantrum already brewing. I didn't deal with having Daddy poke and play with me all night, instead of Onii-Chan, to be told no. "You promised. Last night you promised, while shopping today, anything I want I can have. I want the pastel blue and red peonies for the event."

"I know, Princess," Daddy tries to coo, his hands jumping up to pet my arms. "But your mother wants roses and I already told her yes. Is it that big of a deal, Sweetheart?"

I glare at him, pulling away from his touch. "You promised," I hiss, turning my head away and sticking my nose up in the way I've seen him do to other people. "If you break your promise I won't play with you, I won't hug you, I won't talk to you, I won't even acknowledge you."

"You're being unreasonable, Princess," he grumbles, his hands clinging to my shoulders again. "Anything else you want you can have. We're getting the roses," Daddy says, his head rolling back and forth to try and catch my sight.

I avoid his eyes, not giving up my tantrum that easily or letting him trap me with sharingans. He promised and I'll be damned if he breaks it or uses his abilities to coax me out of my request. I didn't put up with his touches to not get what I want. "This isn't how a princess acts. You're acting like a spoiled brat," Daddy hisses, his voice low and right next to my ear so only I can hear him.

I snap my eyes open and look up at him with the same scowl he has on his face. "You promised. If you break your promise I won't talk to you ever again," I whisper back, testing him even though I know it's not the best decision.

A low sigh seeps from Daddy, his shoulders sulking in defeat. "Fine, Princess. We'll get the peonies you want."

A smile breaks across my face at the agreement, Kenzo shaking his head with a grin on his face as well. "You've gone soft, Chief," he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

Daddy rolls his eyes, stepping away from me. "I haven't gone soft. I just can't tell my daughter no," he grumbles the second half, trying to keep his voice down. "Watch Princess while I place our order," he commands, waving at me as he steps closer to the Yamanaka man.

     "Yes sir," Kenzo responds, pairing it with another head bow. Daddy ignored him, walking away with the other man trudging along behind him, grumbling about us 'weird Uchihas' spilling from his lips.

His daughter doesn't follow after them, she sticks in her spot, her eyes glued on me. I stare back at her, trying to figure out what she wants. The girl's eyes flicker toward my guard for a moment before settling on me again. "Kenzo? Give me some distance, would you? I'd like to talk to the Yamanaka princess," I utter, waving him away from me.

"She's not a princess," he grumbles, eyeing the blonde girl. "Yamanakas come from filthy blood. Princesses don't have filthy blood. You don't have filthy blood. She does," Kenzo hisses, sending a pointed look at the girl before he wanders off, giving me the space I asked for.

The girl's face looks pink, anger flared on it as she looks at me. "It's curious that your clan doesn't choke on its ego. Your father thinks he's better just because his eyes glow, Itachi walks around like the village should thank him for breathing, and you act like a goddamn spoiled brat when told no. It's a wonder Sasuke turned out normal."

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, memories of Sasuke's ego last night flashing through my head again. "Girls like you always interest me," I mutter, tipping my head as I look at the blonde girl.

"What's that supposed to mean? Yamanaka girls?"

"Girls that are so blind with their crush over my brother that they can't see the ego he got from Daddy or his self-righteousness he got from Itachi or the entitlement he got from me. Jealousy doesn't look good on you. Does Sakura get to see your jealousy too?"

"What?" She hisses as her face painting the spitting image of the one her father was throwing at Daddy.

My face scrunches for a moment, running through the events of yesterday. "Is that not her name? The girl Sasuke has been seeing? Well, that's beside the point. The difference between you and me is that I relish in my role as my clan's princess, and my Daddy supports that. The jealousy you have because I come from an old practice clan, because Daddy does and expects others to treat me with vintage respect, because my clan adores me and yours doesn't is written all over your face. Word to the wise? Act like someone worth respecting and your people will fall in line."

Kenzo chuckles at the lecture I handed, a full belly shaking, chest vibrating laugh. He agrees with my statement to an extent, the whole clan does. They just can't overlook the 'filthy' blood they believe the newer clans come from. "Your Highness?" He calls, trying to hush down his laughter as he offers me his hand. I happily take it, letting him lead me toward the front of the store where I'm sure Daddy is waiting.

     The sound of racing footsteps fills the store, making Kenzo stop by the door and causing Daddy's head to snap away from the fellow chief. The girl comes to a stop, her face even more huffy than earlier. "Ya, well, you're just jealous you come from an incest-ridden clan and Sasuke managed to wiggle his way out of it. I'd rather have filthy blood than a father that fucks me."

     Slowly, Kenzo's and Daddy's heads shift toward her father, the red glow of their sharingans coating their cheeks. "Ino," Yamanaka yaps, anger and fear laced in his daughter's name. "It would do you some good to hold your tongue."

     "And it would do you some good to curve out time tomorrow, Inoichi," Daddy hisses, snatching my hand away from Kenzo to tug me closer to himself. "I believe there's some things we'll need to discuss."

     "Of course, Fugaku," Inoichi mutters, his eyes cast to the floor. "I will have a letter sent tomorrow to inform you on when to expect my arrival."

     Daddy grumbles, tugging me in front of himself before pushing us out of the store. The Yamanaka Chief lets out a sigh because of our leave, his voice picking up to yell at his daughter before the door is fully closed.

     Again, a smile tugs on the corners of my mouth. Maybe having Daddy isn't so bad when fellow chiefs fear insulting me because of him. "What are you going to do?" I ask, falling in line with my escorts' footsteps.

     "Pretty princesses like you shouldn't worry about such things. You're not smart enough to comprehend it anyway," Daddy mutters, his arm slung around me again, fingertips back to poking under my shirt to trail over my ribcage.

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[roblingoblin285]

Day 121: Blood-covered hands (Out of Their Element)

i don't think i like this one, i wasn't in a good place writing it. but i genuinely don't know what else id do rn

Rob tucked his arms close to his stomach, praying that nobody could see the stain on his black work shirt. The wound there throbbed, but he dutifully ignored it and kept a straight face. The last thing he needed right now was another staff member noticing him.

“Rob? The king is summoning you to their quarters.”

He froze, turning slowly to see one of Sage’s guards. “Uh- right now?”

They fixed him with a stony look. “Yes, they’re expecting you now.”

Rob sighed, slouching as he followed the guard across the castle toward Sage’s tower. Each step tore at the slice across his stomach, and when the guard left him at the bottom of the spiral staircase he finally let out the breath he’d been holding. Going up the stairs was worse somehow, and he groaned a little bit with each stair

Just a few minutes Rob thought, keeping his forearms firmly pressed over his stomach. Just a few minutes, and then I’ll slip out and take care of it myself.

He could see the end of the staircase now, and just as he let go of himself to take the railing, Sage appeared at the top.

“Rob!” they said, grinning. “Come on up!”

His hand flew back to his side, and he returned their smile with a forced one of his own. “Hello,” he said, swallowing the urge to say “sir” at the end. 

Rob reached the top step, but as he put his other foot out it caught on the edge, sending him sprawling. He put his arms out instinctively to catch his fall, bracing for impact.

Before he knew it Sage had caught him around the middle, dragging him back upright. “There you go,” they said, frowning a little. “You alright?”

They both froze, each realizing that Sage was now touching Rob’s shirt. Rob’s very bloodsoaked shirt. 

“Rob? What is that?”

The boy winced as their hand ghosted over his wound. “It’s nothing, I spilled some water earlier-”

Sage took their hand away, eyes widening at the streaks of red across their palm. “Are you bleeding?” 

Rob hung his head in defeat. “Not badly,” he muttered, twisting the hem of his shirt nervously. His vision was getting blurrier now, and he stumbled a little when Sage pulled their other supporting hand back.

“-kid? Can you hear me?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. “‘m so sorry,” he breathed, swaying where he stood. “I-”

“-stay with me, okay? Just-”

Rob could feel the air rushing around him, and then his head hit the ground.

Thank you for reading! Asks are always welcome about anything, and I appreciate your support! If you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist, please submit an ask or leave a reply. 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz Fall From Grace + adjacent taglist: @thekittyburger

[phoenixculpa]

get a fake donut croissant where indica dries a spell, taste buds explode in withdrawal of nonexistent love,

said don’t confuse touch with the former when expelled by your own mother, or just confused, say ‘mines,’ when before you fell for dysfunction and pummeled it to the ground—when we became beneficial, formative

daydream, what was attractive in underhanded dealing, like it was so easy to open from a kissy faced emoji, spit red flags to see rosily, long lashes meant for dark undertones and sickening acts homosexuality has nothing on depraved,

ill received, compulsive malice, mask falling evermore to cotton candy claws, boss felt my arm to show how control falls without surgery, replied it’d scare the daylights out of me to be more than fractionally

straight, remembering frustration in screaming and losing control with him like the worst you bring out of blooming, strange surroundings bellow thanks to me, blonde manager who snapped once said hello, and we played it cool, like i wish you’d do

with me, emptily craving a projected peach dry with skin tags, talking of whales to reassuring midfield, like sunny days hurt melon liqueur, checking the young lady’s ID who’s aged ten years, and kush is legal,

yet unasked when caffeinated by necessity on sold out days, terminal healing reminds grace is resilient and mirroring of praise, call her Rozzy,

you’re so boxy in mental faculty to fit dramatic enigmas culturally, like a concealed disease, aging ten years but looking twenty three when you’re happy,

getting more seldom with time ticking down to be replaced, it’s easier to cruelly dismiss than realize abysmal lack of affect, lack of correcting whom you influence poorly, also lashing out

on your scorned pisces, peaced out in embezzled, charaded humility—rolling dice with those holistic hugs, when you’d light up my face and a dream would close curved inches, with wet beauty (advertised twenty four hours or less to complete), and all i could do was hold your hand, in aw[e]—ful disbelief,

embalmed in your sleep, with our fingers laced, habitually, it meant nothing, but an extension of lingering melancholy, couldn’t fall in love with a woman, or say it with lips, vocally, at least, lament, “no one loves me,” and it’s just rippling pain of what you never received, holding my waist, [d]raining internality

[crashingwavesinmyworld]

Part 5/? Which of my favorite Taylor Swift lyrics is your favorite?

You’ll all get yours

Starring in your bad dreams

Beg you on my knees to stay

Drama it loves me

Not what I meant

Reblog for more votes!

[mackjlee9]

heyoo! can I get a top male reader x nanami kento with the 92, 95 and 98 from the smut prompt list

Thank you for requesting~ ☺

Smut Prompt; 'I cant- please- I can't-', 'Quiet baby, the others will hear' & 'I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot.'

Warning; semi-public, dry humping.

Nanami Kento [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Please, enjoy the event~

"Well, another mission done," (M/n) said while he dried the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Nanami only glanced at him, his green eyes now in plain sight since he was cleaning his glasses.

"Yeah, still annoying as ever," he muttered while putting away his weapon, making sure it wouldn't fall off.

(M/n) laughed as he walked closer to Nanami who was standing near the exit id the abandoned building. The place used to be a love hotel back when it was still running, but now its walls were covered in graffiti, and pieces of rubble missing.

"How about eating dinner on our way back?" Nanami fixed his glasses back on his face and he stared at (M/n), pondering the offer, before soon, showing a glimpse of a smile.

"Sure, why not?"

They started heading out of the building, neither of them feeling the insignificant presence of the curse hanging on the ceiling. His eyes stared at the males below him, before releasing its hold and landing on the blond's shoulder. It opened its mouth wide and sunk its teeth into Nanami's neck, who hissed and reached a hand to his neck, grabbing the tiny curse that was now wriggling in his hold.

(M/n) stared at it, before touching its forehead with his finger, and the curse exploded soon enough. "Now we're done." Nanami fixed his suit and trailed slightly behind (M/n), soon getting to the dark street.

They had only walked a bit over two blocks, when Nanami's body started heating up, his head getting dizzy and his steps wobbly. He had to rest against the wall of a nearby building.

"(M/n)..." He said in a whisper, but somehow the (h/c) haired male heard him and turned around. He caught sight of the way Nanami seemed and walked closer, checking him a little up-close.

His face was colored a dark red, and his breath was ragged, quiet sounds slipping through his lips occasionally. "Nanami? What happened? Do you need something?"

Nanami looked at (M/n) with his eyes full of tears, groaning as he felt his dick getting hard, painfully pressing against the fabric of his clothes. Without saying a word, he reached his hand to grab (M/n)'s wrist and pulled him closer. To avoid tripping over his two feet and colliding against Nanami, (M/n) had to press his hands on either side of the blond's head, his legs placed in between Nanami, his upper thigh gracing something hard that erupted a whimper from his senpai.

Some people walking by stared at them, while others just ignored them, however (M/n) felt quite flustered by the attention Nanami was drawing to them, especially when he began grinding his hips down on his thigh. Gritting his teeth, (M/n) glanced around to get a grasp of where they are, and he remember that close by there was an alley. Some curses are usually hiding there so people tend to avoid them.

Dropping Nanami's arm around his shoulder, (M/n) started heading towards that alley, avoiding eye contact with anyone he walked past, even if Nanami's state brought questioning looks onto them.

Already there, (M/n) dragged Nanami to the very back of the alley, looking around for any curse that may be hidden, but nothing was in immediate sight. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, now thinking about what he should do about his senpai, but before he could come up with an idea, like maybe calling Gojo for help, he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, making eye contact with Nanami, whose glasses were off his face once more.

"Do you need anything? Maybe water, food...?" His question died in his throat when he was pushed against the wall by Nanami, his hot breath hitting his neck.

"I just want your cock, (M/n)..." he was humping his thigh again, his body trembling and his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, it was too much. The pleasure he felt was too intense. "I can't- please- I can't-"

Nanami's moans and whines started getting louder the closer he got to cumming, babbling how he wanted more and more. (M/n)'s hearing picked up the sound of someone stopping by the entrance of the alley, glancing over he noticed a woman squinting her eyes as she tried to find the source of the sound. Holding his breath, (M/n) pressed Nanami's face closer to his neck, muffling his noises to avoid being caught, and soon the woman left.

He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, holding onto Nanami's hips as he straddled his lap, still humping him, but now their dicks were rubbing together.

(M/n) gently held Nanami's face, holding eye contact with him and realizing how tears were dripping down his red cheeks. "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, throwing his head back as his body shuddered aggressively, finally feeling the release he needed.

But they weren't done yet.

Nanami kept whining about how he wanted to cum again, and (M/n) pressed his hand against his mouth, drool slowly dripping through his fingers.

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear, you don't want that, do you? There are quite some people still walking by, look," he made Nanami look over, and indeed, there were still a lot of people going out and about.

Not a word came out of him, he just leaned closer to (M/n), pressing their foreheads together as he kept grinding down on his hard cock. "I don't care~ I want you... to fuck me hard, right now and... let everyone know how full and good your cock makes me feel~"

Flustered and shocked at hearing such words coming from his senpai, (M/n) only sighed, closing his eyes as his grip on Nanami's hips tightened, helping him move faster.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot..." He mumbled before joining their lips together for a hungry kiss.

(I have no idea how I come up with this types of plots)

[elen-aranel]

Chanced Chapter 3: Starbase 15

Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: Mentions of infidelity; drunkenness, fake date, wedding (not reader’s!) WC: 5.5k Taglist: @fzziiee​  (if you'd like to be tagged, please let me know <3) Notes: I guess after really dating Christopher Pike, fake is the next best thing? Idk but I had a lot of fun with this chapter! Rating: Mature for moments in later chapters Summary: You hurry to catch up with the mark as the would-be thief rushes out of your sight. It doesn’t take you long; he is meandering drunkenly to and fro across the path. And you laugh in disbelief when you reach him and see who it is. “Chris? Is that you? Are you okay? I think this is yours…”

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Starbase 15, 2245

Starbase 15 is on a planet. It was situated here because it’s right where two major shipping lanes cross, and it was always your first stop if you were carrying cargo from Earth when you were growing up. You learned to walk here, pretty much – the base is built right on the planet because it’s beautiful. It’s on a plain at the base of hills which rise to mountains, which are covered in some of the loveliest flowers and plant life in the Federation.

It’s a great place to hike, and the station itself was designed with an eye for beauty, too. The buildings are low, with graceful curves, and everywhere you go there are gardens full of colourful flowers, both native to the planet and from across the sector. When you were a child you would make a beeline for the pink puff plants, and you would laugh when you touched them and the cottonwool-like puffs sprang up into the air, before exploding in a cloud of little sparkles. You would end up finding pink puff powder all over the Pemberley, your parents’ ship, for days afterward, even though your mom would get you straight in the shower and your dad would launder all your clothes as soon as you stepped back on board.

And you were a fan of the Sunset Falls, just past the edge of the station grounds, before they were famous. Whenever you get a chance to stop over to go and see them again you do. You even cut your leave with your parents short by a day so you’d have the chance to this time.

You feel sour, though, as you thread your way along a path between large planters, trying to find the Japanese place Lieutenant Commander Garcia, one of your former colleagues on Starbase 58, said she ate at a lot while she worked here. The flowers glow, and so do stones in the paths; pale golds, peaches and mauves. It’s very pretty, but it took hours for station control to find somewhere you could dock, even though you’d filed with them weeks in advance, so you were too late for the falls today. Then the sign said they would be closed for a wedding there tomorrow. And when you get to Earth you’ll join up with your new ship, the USS Cooper, so you won’t be able to come back for a long while.

There’s someone walking a little way ahead of you, but you can’t see them clearly; they’re just a shadow. But what you do see clearly is the face of the young Tellarite who bumps into them. You sigh. You’ve seen that move a thousand times.

You wait until he gets closer, then you have his arm twisted up behind his back before he knows what’s happening.

“Give it to me. Now. Don’t play dumb, or I’ll call station security and we’ll see how much you enjoy spending a night in the cells. I’ve seen the ones here – the walls drip.”

“I don’t know what—”

“Save it. Yes you do. Take it from someone who knows – you do not have the touch for this. You lack grace, and you lack finesse. You only got as far as you did because your mark is drunk. Think of me as an angel sent to help you re-evaluate your life choices, and give me the box. There you go,” you add, as his fingers relax and the jewellery box comes out into your hand. You pocket it. “Now I don’t want to bother with statements and paperwork all that stuff, because I’m still on leave and it takes time. So I’ll just be checking your name—” you reach into his pocket and withdraw an ID PADD, mentally berating amateurs, and you drop his arm while you scan it.

“I’ll give this back to you if you promise to stay on the straight and narrow. I know who you are now, and trust me when I say I can make life hard for you if you keep trying this. But,” you smile, bright. “I will send you a legitimate job opportunity. My cousin is always looking for farm workers at Beta Adri III. It’s not exciting like this but it pays well, and you won’t end up in jail. How ’bout it?”

He nods, head downcast. “I promise. Thank you,” he mutters.

“There you go. Now get gone before I change my mind.”

You hurry to catch up with the mark as the would-be thief rushes out of your sight. It doesn’t take you long; he is meandering drunkenly to and fro across the path. And you laugh in disbelief when you reach him and see who it is.

“Chris? Is that you? Are you okay? I think this is yours…”

He stares at you, blue eyes bleary, like he’s trying to place you, make sense of what he’s seeing. Even drunk he’s still so handsome, but… he’s looked better. His dark hair is sticking up in all directions, one strand curling over his forehead, his eyes are rimmed red, and his posture, normally upright with that understated swagger, is hunched.

“You can keep it. Don’t want it. Don’ need it anymore. Yours now. My friend.”

“Oh boy. Come on.” You spy a bench between two planters and steer Chris toward it. “Let’s sit down. That’s it. Sit with me. Okay. What happened?”

“Got here early. Wanted to surprise Alice. Brought her—brought her that. Necklace. But when I got to our room, she was in bed—in bed with—with—I don’t know. Didn’t stay long enough to find out.”

You cannot imagine how anyone could cheat on him. From the first day you met him, you were sure that he was one of the good ones. Kind. Honest. Thoughtful. Alice must be… …no. You need to focus on Chris.

“I’m so sorry Chris. That’s awful.” You pat his knee, feeling like the gesture is inadequate.  He nods.

“The box. Open the box. Want you to see it.”

“O—Okay.” You take it in your hand and really look at it for the first time. It’s matte black with an understated little silver logo in the corner. A logo you recognise from one of the most prestigious jewellers on Terra Nova. You’ve never aspired to jewellery that fancy, but it figures, based on what you know of Chris, that he’d go all out.

You pop the clasp, and the box opens slowly by itself. There, nestled in thick black velvet on a thin silver chain is a delicate silver star, set with an Azarian diamond which flashes purple as you turn it to get a better look.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe.

“I know. Was giving it to her to wear for the wedding. Now I want you to have it.”

“Chris I can’t take this. I’ll keep it safe for now, but… it’s expensive, and you barely know me. What wedding, anyway?”

“Cousin. My family knows I’m bringing a plus one. My—my—mother. My mother. She would be so happy to see me happy.” You see his expression clear as the light of an idea hit him at that moment, and you know in his drunk state it will be a terrible one, but there’s nothing you can do.

“You come with me. I like you. They’ll like you. I didn’t put her name on the RSVP. No one knows her name… you be my plus one. Make mom happy.” He leans into you, relaxing.

“We need to get you somewhere you can sober up. Where are you staying? Do you have quarters on the base?”

“Alice is in my quarters. With—with—”

“No that’s okay,” you interrupt him, wishing you hadn’t needed to ask.  “I’ll call ops, find you somewhere else.”

You get your communicator out awkwardly – his weight has you off balance – and you open a channel.

“Hi? Yes. I’d like to arrange single quarters for a friend tonight. Doesn’t need to be big or fancy or anything, just a bed.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we’re full. The Material Sciences Symposium started yesterday; it’s using all our spare capacity. And the wedding too.” The voice on comms sounds harried. “People have to stay on their ships if they don’t have a room booked, and we can’t accept any further docks or even scheduled transports until the day after tomorrow. Unless there’s a medical emergency?”

You look at Chris, who has thankfully moved and is now sitting with his head in his hands. “No, no emergency. Thank you though.”

“You’re welcome. If anything opens up tomorrow I’ll let you know. Ops out.”

You sigh. The Lizzie Bennet it is.

Your little ship is a perfect size for you. She has everything you need, and you never feel cramped. Even the bed is a decent size, and comfortable when you fold it out.

The only problem, you think, as you approach where she’s parked, is there’s one of it and two of you. But… Chris needs it more than you do. He’s taller. There won’t be room for him on the floor. And it’s what a good host does, right? Give up the bed?

“Am I going to get to see inside this time? See—see—see your ship? You’ve never seen my ship.”

“That’s right Chris. Just a little further.”

“I feel… I—I don’t feel well…”

You pop the door open and steer him through the living compartment into your tiny bathroom.

“If you’re going to be sick, do it here,” you say, backing out. At least Chris has short hair, you think, memory going back to Penny’s 18th birthday, and how you’d had to hold her blonde hair back when she threw up.

You try not to listen to the retching sounds as you drag your spare comforter into the cockpit, grabbing a couple of cushions too. You fire off a quick message with your cousin’s details to that Tellarite – you don’t expect him to take up the offer but it’s a reminder, if nothing else, that you know his name.

Chris takes a while, and you can’t help wondering what bar he was drinking at to get quite so drunk. You figure it must have been a bar; he didn’t have a bottle and you hadn’t seen one which had been discarded. On Starbase 58 Commander T’Gara would have revoked the licence of any premises which didn’t look after its patrons better. You can’t eliminate drunkenness on a station altogether, but you can try to minimise it. And you can try to make sure that everyone is taken care of.

One good thing about your stint on the base was that you had had plenty of access to components for Lizzie, and plenty of time to work on her too. Your synthesisers are good now; not as good as you can make fresh, but pretty decent. You synthesise a burrito for yourself – no chance of Japanese food tonight – and a tall glass of water with an electrolyte solution for Chris, who emerges from the bathroom looking a little green.

“Here. Drink this while I set the bed up. You’ll need all of it if you want to make it to that wedding tomorrow.”

He looks reluctant, but you give him your best ‘I’m not kidding’ face, honed on the base’s miscreants, and he starts to drink. You flip the bed down and take the glass from him when he finishes.

“Get some sleep. You know where the bathroom is. I’ll just be through here if you need anything,” you say, watching as he settles himself on the bed.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, and you press the button to shut the door.

There was the time in the cave on Kappa Pisces VI, when your away team got trapped by an electrical storm that took out comms and transporters. You’d had emergency blankets, so you didn’t freeze, but the cave rocks were sharp and the ground was covered in them.

There was the time when you hosted fifteen refugees from Ymia Prime in your quarters when five thousand of them had to be crammed into Starbase 58 after the ships evacuating them developed engine problems. You let four of them have the bed, and two more share your sofa. The problem then wasn’t purely that you were uncomfortable, although you were – they just would not stop talking, until you lost your temper and threatened to throw them all out onto the corridor.

And there was that time after the last fight with Andre, when you couldn’t go back to the quarters you’d shared, and Garcia found you and took pity on you. She offered you her sofa, you’d shared a bottle of Romulan Ale. You must have fallen off in the night, though, because you woke up in the most awkward position on her floor and had to transport to sickbay to get a hypo in your back, and another for your aching head.

But this still has to be up there in your top five most uncomfortable nights ever. You twist round to look at the chrono. 07:30. So you did get some sleep. Perhaps only top ten. The floor is hard, though, despite the cushions, and you stand, narrowly missing hitting your head on your pilot’s chair.

Usually your first step after a night like this would be coffee. But you don’t want to disturb Chris; it’s still early and he would benefit from his sleep. You fold your bedding, stowing it in a corner, and run through some stretches instead, focusing on the feel of your muscles getting moving, one part of your body at a time. You’re touching your toes when the door swishes open; you stand hurriedly.

“Hey…” Chris says, voice scratchy.

“Good morning,” you say, giving him a once over. He has stubble visible, and his clothes are rumpled, but he looks better than last night. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m trying to remember how I got here. I remember… seeing Alice and—” he shakes his head. “Then that bar… but after that… I think I feel better than I should, given how much I drank last night…” he frowns a little.

“I found you being pickpocketed; you were drunk already, which—I understand. I tried to arrange a room for you but the station’s full, so… But I got an electrolyte drink into you before you went to sleep.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your care.”

“You’re welcome.” His eyes catch yours, and you find yourself gazing back. He thanked you, yes, but his expression is more than that somehow. Thoughtful. Almost appraising. The moment stretches.

“I should return this,” you say, to break the tension. You pass over the jewellery box from where you left it on the console overnight. “I thought you might have lost it if I’d left it with you.”

He takes it, still with a slight furrow in his brow. “I got that for the wedding… to surprise Alice. But I—I remember, I gave it to you. I meant that. I want you to have it.” He presses it back into your hand with the ghost of a smile. “It’ll suit you better than her, anyway.”

“Are you sure? Thank you, Chris. I… Thank you.” You back up and sit down in the pilot’s chair and indicate the co-pilot’s to him. “Would you like a drink? I can get you some more of that electrolyte stuff?”

“Please, that sounds good.” He sits, and you synthesise his drink and a plain water for you. You want to put the bed away, but decide against it.

“So do you want to talk? I understand if not, but…” you shrug as you sit in your seat again. “The offer’s there.”

“There’s not a lot to say. I misjudged her. We served together, and when she transferred I thought we were on the same page about trying to make the distance work, but… I don’t know why she didn’t just talk to me. We weren’t together all that long before she left the Aryabhatta, just a few months, but… I thought we had something.”

“I’m so sorry, Chris. For what it’s worth my last relationship went down in flames too. Although that was a good thing.”

You sip your drinks together in silence for a little while.

“The wedding. I asked you to come, didn’t I?” He laughs a little ruefully, then sighs. “I don’t even know where my stuff is… my suit…”

“It’ll have made its way to the Left Luggage office by now. That’s what usually happens on starbases. We can comm them, see if they can beam it here.”

You may have been thwarted in your attempt to go to Garcia’s suggested dinner spot, but she came through for you on breakfast. You’re outside in a courtyard, colourful planters dotted about, at a wooden table with a red and white check tablecloth and white parasol, a cheery little flower vase in the middle. All the tables are full, and the hum of chatter from your fellow diners is pleasant. You expected to wait a while for your order because the restaurant is busy and the food is fresh, but it’s barely five minutes until a plate of waffles and fruit for you and a stack of pancakes for Chris appears.

And, most important, your double espresso is excellent – sweet, fruity, and complex, not too bitter, but still packing that caffeine punch.

“So, how’s Penny?” Chris asks between mouthfuls. He is looking a lot more himself, now he’s had a chance to clean up. His blue eyes look a bit less defeated.

“She’s good. Really good. So’s Cameron. I got to see a lot more of them from Starbase 58; it’s less than a day away from where they were. He still likes his train set; enough that I got him another so he could join them together. He says he wants to go into the stars, though. Like his mama used to. Like his auntie is going to again. So I’m wondering how much longer they’ll be planetside.”

He chews thoughtfully. “So does this mean you tried settling down?”

“Yeah… I… it wasn’t for me. It definitely had its perks – I could cook; I actually had a little kitchen – but the same stars out the window every day. The same things happening. After a while I felt restless. I’m glad I did it, and I learned a lot, but I’m not meant for that settled life. Not for a few decades yet.” You wave your fork at him. “How about you? How’s the Aryabhatta?”

“It’s good, but I’m ready for something more, I think. I’m looking at my options… looking for a first officer posting somewhere.”

“That sounds—”

“Christopher! Good to see you again! It’s been too long! I said he’d be here, didn’t I? I said even if he never comes back for birthdays or Christmas, he wouldn’t miss our Charlotte’s wedding. And here you are, with your lovely lady, too! It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re the first girlfriend that he’s brought to meet the family; you must be special to him. I’m Chris’ Aunt Lynn, and this is his Uncle James. We’re so looking forward to getting to know you properly later.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Uncle James addresses you before clapping Chris on the back before either of you can get a word in. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Chris meets your eyes briefly, apologetic, but it’s all you can to keep a straight face while he makes a brief introduction and you shake his aunt and uncle’s hands.

“Charlotte will be delighted when I tell her her cousin Chris has made it. Your parents went for a hike to the Mirror Lake; I expect your dad will want to do some fishing before they leave. But we’ll let you two finish your breakfast. Who knows, perhaps we’ll all be back here for your wedding before long…” Aunt Lynn’s wink is not subtle.

Once they’re out of sight he buries his head in his hands. “My dad’s sister and her husband. They’re… a force of nature. I’m sorry about that. I should have said you were just a friend, but somehow I feel about eight years old when they’re around. I’ll call my mom after breakfast; tell her they had the wrong end of the stick.”

“Don’t worry about it… they weren’t really ready to listen.” You take another bite of your waffle, turning over an idea in your mind. “I don’t actually have any plans today. Would it help if I came? You’ve done favours for me in the past; it only seems fair. Plus, then I’d get to see the sunset falls, which is why I came to the base in the first place.”

“You took care of me when I was drunk last night; you don’t owe me anything.” Chris runs a hand through his hair. “But… it may make things easier. My dad and I… it’s not that seeing me in a relationship would please him, exactly, but explaining what happened with Alice, explaining this misunderstanding… it would be a distraction from Charlotte’s big day.” He smiles a little. “And I think I said last night… my mom would like you.”

“The truth is the easiest thing to remember. We met for the first time at a starbase four years ago, and we liked each other immediately.”

“And our dates always seem to be on starbases. Like that time we shopped for Cameron.”

“Maybe only mention the gin part of that date,” Chris grins. “Looks like we’re almost there.”

‘There’ are the Flower Cliffs, further along from the sunset falls, and your second favourite place to walk to from the base. Also the opposite direction from the one Chris’ parents took. You come round a bend in the path and the view takes your breath away, like it always does: thousands of flowers festoon the white cliffs, mostly blue with ropes of green foliage at the moment, though there are yellow and red ones too. The colours change at different times of year, but it’s nearly always a spectacular display.

You decided to keep things simple for the wedding. Your hair is deep purple since that’s your mom’s favourite colour; you’ll leave it like that and keep it out in your usual informal style. You spent half an hour in a dress shop and end up with a simple white fascinator and a mauve chiffon dress. It’s modest, with cap sleeves and a skirt length no-one could object to, but it looks good, and the necklace Chris gave you lands perfectly above the neckline. You got low white sandals and a white cover-up to complete the look.

But there were still hours to go before the ceremony, so you suggested going for a walk to rehearse your story, such as it is.

“So we’re making it work long-distance? Never served together? I love this view. Do you mind stopping for a minute before we go closer?” You hold your hand out to Chris who takes it, and lead him up a short steep slope. From here you can see the path winding round to the base of the cliffs, and the little bridge over the river which flows across the plain from the falls.

“It’s beautiful from up here. So you’re the sort of person that goes off the beaten path?”

“It comes with the territory, I guess. In security you sometimes need that different perspective.”

“I get that.”

You stand looking at the view for a moment, getting lost in the vista spread out before you. But then you feel movement and—

Your hands.

You’re still holding hands.

Some security officer you are, you think, losing track of something like that. It feels natural, though. Comfortable.

But it’s something you’ll need to decide on.

You raise your hands gently. “How do you feel about touching? I guess I just… reached out, but I can try not to do that if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable. No, I feel… I think I touch. If that’s all right? I’ll want to give you my arm, hold your hand, hold you? And I’ll probably need to give you a peck on the cheek a couple of times. I’m open to reciprocation if you feel it’s appropriate.”

“That’s fine with me.” You release his hand, squashing that little regretful part of you that didn’t want to let go. “And just so you know, I wouldn’t have offered to do this if I didn’t trust you.”

“Thank you.”

The sight of Chris in a suit is one that will stay with you. It’s tailored perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders, and the look is set off by his perfect hair, and you would like to—no. He’s just had a bad breakup and you’re just doing him a favour. That’s all there is here.

You can’t help but be impressed, as the harpist finishes with a flourish and the string quartet starts playing ‘Here Comes the Bride’. You haven’t been to too many weddings; one on the De Milo, a couple on bases, and one or two on planets. But this is by far the fanciest. There are blush coloured roses everywhere, small arrangements decorating the back of every chair, large arrangements at the end of every row, and rose trees actually trained to form a loose canopy, planted especially for the event.

Among the guests, now standing, you recognise a lot of top Starfleet brass – from local sector command and from HQ on Earth. They’re all wearing suits or dresses; Chris told you Charlotte had insisted on no uniforms, and as you look around you think that was a bit of a power move. You wonder whether Alice intended to stay with Chris long enough to be seen at this event and do some networking.

But you lose the train of that thought as two little flower girls come into view, the older one gripping the younger one’s hand, both sprinkling petals, then the bridesmaids, wearing long blush dresses that match the roses, and finally Charlotte herself, on Chris’ uncle’s arm. Her lacy white dress is washed golden by the setting sun, and she looks gorgeous, dark hair up with curls framing her pale face. You can’t imagine yourself walking with a train that long, though.

The ceremony washes over you; you pay enough attention to the minister to do the right things at the right times, but you can’t stop watching the falls. They’re beautiful, water flowing over white quartz-like crystal, but they’re like any other falls until the light hits them at the perfect angle. Then they seem to catch fire, right as the happy couple kiss. You clap along with the rest of the guests, but you watch as the falls get even brighter, as the crystals start to glow too. No matter how odd the situation is, you’re happy you got to see this at least.

You manage to avoid all but two photos: one of all the guests, and one of extended family. You also try to keep an eye on the drones that you’ve noticed flying around recording proceedings.

But you can’t avoid Chris’ parents. Chris introduces you at the drinks reception.

“Please, call me Willa. I wish I could say Chris has told us all about you, but he’s always kept relationships close to his chest. What do you do? How did you meet? Tell me everything.” She hands you a glass of Kandora champagne.

“Mom,” Chris says, embarrassment colouring his tone. “The twenty questions will scare her away.”

“Nonsense. You and your dad go talk to some of these Starfleet types while we have a chat. Josh retired from the fleet when Chris was young, but he still has his friends. I try to avoid them, though.” She winks a blue eye at you, and despite your desperate look toward Chris, you find yourself being towed away.

You’re glad you resolved to tell the truth where possible about your past with Chris; saying you met on a base is easy, and you hope you leave her with the impression that he was on Starbase 58 frequently enough for you to have actually developed a relationship.

“You don’t want to transfer to the same vessel together?”

“I think it would be difficult. I would really like to be on his ship, but right now… he’ll be getting a first officer position soon, but the right opportunity came up for me. I couldn’t wait for his next posting to transfer myself. And I can’t change ships twice in a few months. I… I hope maybe next time I transfer, though.”

And as you say it, you realise it’s the truth. Even if your relationship isn’t real, you respect Chris. You like him. Even if it’s just as friends, you would like it if you met intentionally. More often than once every couple of years. If you did work together. But… the other part was true too. Your career paths aren’t aligned. It can’t happen.

She smiles, but there’s a little sadness in her eyes. “If it’s meant to be you’ll find a way,” she says, softly, almost for herself. But then she brightens. “I love your hair. It’s so rare to see real colour on a person, especially from Starfleet.”

You chuckle. “Would you believe me if I said I sometimes forget It’s purple? I mostly only see it in the mirror…”

“I think we survived,” Chris murmurs into your ear as he leads you round the dance floor. The band is playing, the stars are out, and the cliffs are still glowing, fading from orange to pink and purple. The rose canopy is lit up with hundreds of tiny lights, and the overall effect is magical.

“Yeah, I… I had a nice time.” Things went smoothly after your chat with Willa. You were on a table with friends of Charlotte who only knew Chris slightly and weren’t especially curious about you. Conversation was pleasant, and the food was excellent. You complimented the bride on her dress and the wedding, which she accepted with distant self-possessed grace. You privately pitied the groom who, although he was smiling when you spoke, somehow had the air of an engineer who’s worried that one wrong move will lead to everything blowing up in their face.

Beyond that, there wasn’t much to do except allow the speeches and toasts to wash over you in the same way the ceremony had, and dance. And Chris was at your side: the perfect, attentive, partner.

You’re still having a nice time, you think, as strong arms hold you close. The music turns slow, and you lay your head against his chest, intimate, listening to his heartbeat. You can pretend that this is real for a little while longer.

Willa and Chris stand on the rise, looking across to the cliffs and the flowers. It’s still early the next morning, but you had to get going first thing. Chris came by early and walked you to Miller’s to get you a sandwich to go as a thank you, but when you saw his parents, dad carrying fishing gear, you insisted he make the most of his time with family.

“She wasn’t your girlfriend, was she? I remember now, you said your girlfriend was in sciences. She’s in security. Dishonesty isn’t—it isn’t you. So what happened?”

“Mom…” Chris slumps a little. “I got to the base early to surprise Alice, my actual girlfriend – ex now – but… uh… she surprised me. I got there and Alice was with some guy.”

“Oh Christopher… I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah. It was… not great. I got drunk, which I’m not proud of, but she bumped into me and made sure I was all right. Then Aunt Lynn jumped to conclusions yesterday morning when we were having breakfast… so she offered to step in and take Alice’s place. And I didn’t want to—to draw attention, especially not on Charlotte’s big day, so I accepted.”

“I understand. I’m glad you’ve told me now.” They stand in silence for a moment or two.

“Do you think there might have been a reason you didn’t talk to us about Alice, tell us her name, before yesterday?”

“I’ve been asking myself that,” Chris says after a moment. “I don’t have a good answer. I thought Alice and I were good, but… I must have had misgivings, on some level.”

“Shame it was an act for the wedding, though. I liked her. Pity you can’t have her transferred to your ship so it could be real.”

Chris laughs, rueful. “I don’t even know her surname. It’s never come up; I’ve never asked, and she’s never volunteered. I could find out if I really wanted to, but… I’m going to be a first officer. If she were on my ship, she’d be a subordinate. The power difference… It wouldn’t work. I’m not cut out for relationships, anyway.”

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Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night

[anika-ann]

One Door Closes... (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 2700

Summary: For Steve, your door is always open... or he thinks so. And even when it isn’t, it is.

In which one small Zoom mishap leads to an (un)usual ‘welcome home’.  

Warnings: brief mention of blood and violence, lightest angst, attempt at humour, crack-ish, fluff and language

A/N: For @anjali750, because this is totally her fault. Thank you for inspiring me :-* Have a little bit silly weekend reading, y’all!

“Tell me about it,” Steve encouraged you gently, soft smile playing in the corner of his mouth despite the pain it must be causing him due to his busted lip.

You couldn’t but grin at the lenient picture he made. Feeling blood rush to your cheeks at the thought of him probably calling you cute in his mind if his expression was anything to go by, you obliged, proceeding to tell him about the new project at work.

Your project. Because somehow, you finally earned your boss’ confidence and could bring the great ideas in your mind to life.

You felt so giddy just talking about it! So you started explaining, excitedly gesturing with your hands so Steve would get the right visual and you grew so enthusiastic that you almost forgot to keep an eye on him.

But you were watching him – always.

His lower lip was split, but already healing – it would have healed much faster if he stopped tugging at the healing skin whenever he talked or smiled at you from the screen. He looked a little drowsy, a shadow of a bruise forming on his cheek, but as far as you knew, those were the only injuries he had; that and many hours of sleep to catch up on.

Steve had a habit of calling you via Zoom whenever he got back to the Tower from a mission. He usually took a quick shower and was online until the last second before he had to leave for a debriefing; the only reason why he didn’t head straight to your place.

He admitted once that he loved seeing your face and talking to you even if for a moment after a mission, that it grounded him. On a very sappy and loveable moment, he even called you his sun; and the fact that after few minutes of being with you – as much as technology allowed – his face always seemed brighter, made you think that it truly was how he felt.

Even exhausted as he was now, you could tell his half-lidded eyes shined with life unlike when you started the call.

And so you kept rambling, feeling your heart bursting with love for your man and with euphoria, because goddammit, finally some recognition at work!

“Well, obviously, to reach as much general public as we can, we’re gonna launch a world-wide campaign! World-wide!” you emphasized with a blinding grin, throwing your hands wide to demonstrate.

---and your fingers caught in a cord from the laptop, pulling at it.

Steve’s benevolent face disappeared as your screen went black.

Because of course it did.

You had been talking yourself into buying a new laptop or at least having this one fixed for a few weeks now, because this was always the result whenever you accidently unplugged it. The battery was useless, ready to retire.

“Motherfu--- ugh!“

You wanted to be mad at the device – but this was totally on you.

Sighing, you hooked up the laptop again, waiting for it to wake up from a coma, shooting Steve an apologetic text in the meantime. Closing your eyes, you let your forehead lightly fall against your desk, mentally cursing yourself.

Dummy. If you only weren’t so lazy… and didn’t hate certain aspects of adulting with so much passion… you could have been talking to Steve-

Your eyes flew opened when it felt like it was quiet for too long; no reply to your text. Dread filled you and you quickly reached for your phone again, this time to dial.

You prayed you were wrong; but as the phone kept ringing with no one to answer it on the other end, you felt misery creep up you back and whimpered. Sliding your phone on the tabletop, your not-so-deft fingers stumbled over the keyboard, harshly welcoming it into the world of living by opening Zoom again to reconnect the call.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as the window opened---

An amused and yet somehow unimpressed face of Natasha Romanoff welcomed you and this time, you didn’t bother slowing down as your head hit the desk. It hurt, but that was only a presage of the real pain.

“Nooooooo,” you whined loudly, faking and not quite faking a sob, because shit.

“Oh yes,” Natasha hummed nonchalantly.

You straightened a bit in your chair, narrowing your eyes at her as you noticed the corners of her lips twitching while she pretended to be busy checking out her possibly-mission-broken nails.

“It’s not funny.”

She snorted and glanced at your no doubt desperate face.

“It really is. But also kinda sad,” the spy noted, something resembling concern flickering over her face before she scrunched her nose, irises twinkling. “And disgustingly cute. It has Rogers written all over it.”

You glared at her some more, not even bothering to roll your eyes.

“Tell that to my landlord,” you muttered under your breath, leaning your elbow on the tabletop and dropping your chin to you palm. A second later, a brilliant idea hit you and you tried to manipulate your legs from under you.

The thing was, even if you had a pretty good idea of what was coming if you didn’t stop it and knew that it would be a bitch to deal with, Natasha was right.

In a way, it was utterly cute, disarmingly charming and entirely heart-warming. Your stomach fluttered, the fabled butterflies flipping their wings, your face grew hot and your heart… well, it felt as if it was growing in size.

It was also sad, heart-breaking even; Steve, especially after a mission, was a man running on instincts. It was one of the reasons why he had developed a habit of calling you, why he wanted to hear you ramble about your either boring or exciting but always wonderfully normal day. A day which involved no shooting and no blood besides papercuts and a quarrel with your stubborn boss who shoot you glares at best.

On a mission, these carnal automatisms often meant survival. But back home, Steve didn’t want to be a sum of instincts of survival, fight and fear; he wanted to feel again. And with you, he did. He wasn’t just a Captain America, a soldier to be put on battlefield whenever the general found fit. He was a human being. A wonderful one at that, with beautiful soul.  

So yes. It was also rather upsetting.

And in a way, it was a little funny too. You knew it was totally your fault and that Steve was being kinda ridiculous, because he knew you and your inclination to wild gesticulations ending up catastrophically. On top of that, he was aware of this particular problem being almost a daily occurrence; hell, he tried to talk you into having Stark look at your laptop and failed.

And now... well. Here you were.

“You know, maybe if you get up and welcome him with door opened…” Natasha teased you with your own genius ides and you grinded your teeth, frantically trying to move your foot, which was pretty much on fire and yet dead.

“I would, but I… eh, pins and needles, was sitting on my feet,” you explained, embarrassed, testing whether your feet could carry you or not, naturally finding that without support, you’d be down before you could take as much as a step.

This time, Natasha didn’t snort in amusement.

Instead, she graced you with an outburst on honest full belly laughter, her red hair unfairly shiny for a woman who just spend week on a mission in damn Moldova and probably kicked more asses that you could imagine.

“You know what, Romanoff…” you grunted, forcing yourself to wobble towards the door. Very slowly. And cautiously. Knowing your luck, you might actually get hurt.

“I’m not even sorry,” she choked out and then continued to howl in laughter. “You so deserve each other. I finally know what the ‘idiots in love’ mean. Thanks for that!”

“You’re very welcome,” you huffed, voice dripping with irony.

Finally able to put full weight on both of your feet, you headed towards the exit – and entrance – of your apartment.

Halfway, you decided it was a lost cause. You would be willing to bet that the moment you’d touch the doorknob, you’d get hit to your face. It wasn’t worth it.

Yes, maybe if you did get hurt, it would make Steve think twice before coming all guns-and-shield blazing into your apartment; then again, it would probably cost you a broken nose.

Not to mention Steve’s tendency to get swallowed by the enormity of his guilt.

So not worth it. Best if you stayed put.

That was what you kept telling yourself when you stood there for about two minutes, in which you’d be able to open the door about forty times. Your annoyance – mostly with yourself and the cackling redhead – and the anticipation was becoming unbearable. As seconds ticked by, you were trying to convince yourself into taking the last few steps and opening the door and save yourself some trouble---

You yelped when the loud bang rattled your apartment the door sent flying of their hinges along with a spray of powered plaster despite knowing it was coming.

A glint of metal appeared next, the striking red, white and blue no longer there as it was covered in more bland colours for stealth missions.

And then a large figure cladded in blue shirt and grey jeans entered, his chest heaving, face flushed with red. Piercing blue eyes wiped of all previous traces of tiredness scanned the room, instantly falling on you as you awkwardly stood there, dumbfounded, startled and utterly speechless.

Also, much to Steve’s puzzlement, you were perfectly fine otherwise – even with both legs functioning, no remnants of pins and needles present.

Steve eased his posture instantly, eyes narrowing and then widening as he looked you up and down, lips parting in genuine surprise – and relief.

He said your name, clear and almost reverent, dropping the shield on the floor with a clang.

The ‘hi babe’ got stuck in your throat as you could see the tension leaving his shoulders, his eyes turning glassy and absent despite relief rolling off him in damn tsunami waves.

It hit you like a train – that you were delighted to see him, actually see him, even under these circumstances; and you truly didn’t want him to withdraw to some freaky brain-space after he had probably got one of the most ridiculous scares of his life due to the fact that his brain was not fully back in the normal world.

In the normal world where you abruptly disconnected a call without warning, because you talked too animatedly and not because some terrorist high on the FBI’s, CIA’s, NSA’s and SHIELD’s most wanted list found out you were Steve’s girlfriend and decided to take you out.

So to prevent another psychical horror trip of his, you went for distracting him – with a very relevant issue.

“You broke my door.”

Steve blinked, gaze refocusing on you fully, simply staring for a long moment.

“You went offline,” he objected quietly, a hint of accusation in his voice. God, you missed his voice.

“You broke my door, Steve.”

As if hearing his name was a spell, his frozen figure came to life and he took a cautious step closer, repeating his previous statement, this time with a hint of guilt.

“You went offline.”

“And you broke my door. That’s the second time this month, Steve! My landlords gonna k--- be real pissed at me,” you corrected yourself in the last second, not wanting say kill.

Steve ignored the slip and apparently got the message, his face twisting in genuine apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it!”

With efficiency of a supersoldier, he spun on his heels and rushed to pick up the door as if it was lighter than a paperweight and swiftly put it in place.

Only for the door to slowly tilt his way again. He caught it with a loud curse and moved it aside, leaning it partly against the wall. The action sent more plaster down onto the floor, like the only truly white snow in New York City. Peripherally, you noticed Steve grimacing, his face an expression an epitome of yikes.

You let your eyes slipped shut, shaking your head with a sigh, but couldn’t but chuckle. When you looked at Steve again, he resembled a 240 pounds giant Labrador puppy, truly regretful, approaching you reluctantly as if he was afraid you would slap his big paws for being clumsy.

What he would deserve was for you to clip round his ear for impulsiveness, but could you blame him? God knew what he had seen in Moldova in the past week, what horrors he had lived through and what a nightmare his mind had created when you ‘went offline’.

Him barging in like this due to your own dumbassery was kinda sad; a prove of his demanding job full of terror.

It was cute and heart-warming, because he just cared for you that much.

It was a little ridiculous, because as Steve finally crossed the distance between you two, the head of your elderly neighbour peeked from behind the empty doorway, puzzled and rather concerned.

You snorted unattractively, the scene in front of you seeming epically hilarious all of sudden.

“I’m good, Mr. T!” you called over Steve’s shoulder after the poor man who gossiped like an old woman and was just as hospitable. “Just my boyfriend fussing because of a technology fail!”

A grin spread on his wrinkled face; a testimony to years of laughter and amiability. “Oh. Hi, Mr. America!”

“Afternoon, Mr. T! I am verry sorry for disturbing you.”

The older-looking man waved off Steve’s politeness.

“It’s fine. You keep taking care of your lady, Mr. America, and keep her safe!”

“Yes, sir,” Steve humoured him with a salute, earning a wink.

As your neighbour walked away with a fresh topic for his Sunday tea party, Steve turned his attention to you again, eyes searching, wide, apologetic – but also soft, taking in the view of you, revelling in it.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered lowly, the lopsided smile you loved so much gracing his face, once again pulling at that damn split lip. You grimaced a bit, the sight of him almost brining tears into your eyes; the gentleness and the remnants of fight punching you straight in the gut.

His eyes fluttered close when you lifted your hand and traced the line of the bruise on his face with the lightest pressure you were capable of. This time, tears definitely prickled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, cupping Steve’s cheek and pulling him close.

“Oh come here, babe,” you breathed out, fingers carding through his hair as he leaned his head on your shoulder, lips brushing the crook of your neck, strong arms embracing around your form.

He was warm and big and held you a bit tighter than necessary and dammit, you loved your sweet of heart and occasionally dumb of ass boyfriend. Boyfriend, who was crazy in love with you. Sometimes with emphasis on the crazy.

“I missed you, sweetheart,” he muttered, nose nuzzling the sensitive skin of your neck, breathing in deeply. You pretended it didn’t do things to you as he did everything to get lost in you and leave all the bad behind. You failed.

“You’re totally paying for fixing my door.”

Well, maybe not failed entirely.

“Of course,” Steve assured you dutifully, no hint of humour in his voice.

It broke you on a completely new level; he was serious. Dammit you loved this man!

“I missed you too,” you finally admitted and this time, he did chuckle, squeezing you even tighter, hand running up and down your back. Without any warning, he tightened his grip and lifted you from the floor so you had to cling to him entirely, causing you to gasp.

You never got the chance to gather your wits and comment on that, because an annoyed voice of a certain redhead sounded from your laptop.

“…alright, you crazy kids, you had your cuddles. Now, Rogers, should I tell Fury you’re coming back for the debriefing or should we just finally change with the times and do it over Zoom?”

Clutching Steve’s waist and shoulder, face contentedly in his chest, you voted for the latter.

Steve Rogers masterlist

Lovely divider by whimsicalrogers​.

A fic from collection ‘This was supposed to be a drabble.’  Also, I couldn’t for the love of god figure out a better title.

I hope you enjoyed at least a bit :-*

Thank you for reading!

[spideytism]

lucius write this down: .baby for you i would fall from grace just to touch your face… if you walked away…… id beg you on my knees to stay …… dont blame me love made me crazy if it doesnt you aint doin it right ….. lord save me my drug is my baby ill be usin for the rest of my life…..

um yes captain but uh thats just dont blame me by taylor swift is it not sir

… fuck you swiftie whore

[softcallofdutyimagines]

More Then a Woman | Frank Woods x Fem!Reader | Chapter 5

Summary:

I once again expose myself for being into older men, and you and Woods go on your first date

Tags: Slow burn, fluff, age difference

Chpt 1 | Chpt 2 | Chpt 3 | Chpt 4 | Chpt 6 | Warnings: strong language and some age difference, in case you don't like that

“Anyway, can I help you with something?”

Your friendly voice and sweet smile pull him out of his thoughts. Frank looks down at you, and instantly lets his nerves get the better of him. This was a mistake from the beginning.

He looks away, attempting to mask his insecurities with a gruff exterior, “Uh, it’s nothing. Sorry, may-”

“Oh no no, it’s fine, really! I just have to deliver these papers and then I can be right with you”, you smile encouragingly, and then… he decides to stay. More due to the fact that he feels unable to say no to you rather than by his own resolve, however.

He’ll have to watch out for that.

So he waits. There’s exactly one other chair in your office, a squat cube shaped thing sitting on the other side of your desk. Clearly this is something you own and brought in, rather than a piece of furniture that was given to you like that plain old black office chair behind your desk. The chair looks like it was brightly colored once, and smacks of something salvaged from the early 70s and dragged into the modern era. Still, it’s rather comfortable despite the faded, slightly sagging state of it.

Frank traces his fingers up and down the angular arm rest, thinking of you. You know, now that he’s had the chance to look around… There’s actually quite a few things of the past in here. He sees a bulky old camera and even a typewriter tastefully displayed amongst a few other nik naks on your shelves, both of which look like they were rolled out around the time he was just a child.

For a moment, he feels uncomfortable again and far too old to be trying something like this with you. But then, the anxiety is washed away with the musing that perhaps…. You like old things.

He can’t help but huff a laugh at that. A wishful thought on his part, maybe, and yet… not completely untrue.

“What’s so funny?”, your curious voice pulls him out of his thoughts as you suppress a small laugh of your own.

“Huh? Oh, nothing just… That camera’s gotta be older than I am”, he chuckles and points to the black box of a thing just above you. “What are you doing with a piece of junk like that anyway?”, he laughs.

You gasp in mock hurt, “It’s not junk! It works!” Suddenly you seem to grow quite excited, trotting up to retrieve the object in question. Cradling it carefully, you swing around your desk and take a seat on the hardwood, showing off your treasure, “This is a Kodak Cartridge Hawk-Eye from 1926!” You enunciate the date excitedly as though it were a relic from the dinosaur days, meanwhile all Woods can think of is that that was only a mere four years before he was born.

For a few minutes longer, you go on giving a whole info dump on all you know about the little device, wave upon wave of building excitement adding to your voice and before long, Frank finds himself being swept up in it all. No offence, but… he really doesn’t give a single fuck about the camera. But, the way it has you grinning bright as sunshine. The electric spark in your eyes. The way you give his arm a gentle touch to brace him for what you seem to think is a very riveting fact…

He would listen to you talk about that damn thing all day, just to see you like this.

Before he knows it, the lecture is over and he couldn’t be more disappointed. You shake your head, just now realizing you’ve gone off on a tangent once again. “Ugh, sorry…”, you laugh it off and go to put it away, “I just get so excited about my antiques. I love that stuff, you know? Anyway, before I go off again… What was it you wanted to see me for?”

Suddenly, Frank can feel his heart clench tight. He had almost forgotten why he came, and now… he’s wishing you would’ve too.

“Oh? Uh, why… Why did I-? Uh… Yeah, um, so-”

Damn it! He never thought he’d say this, but he’d rather be in a gunfight right now. Anything then this… juvenile, high school shit. You’ve since returned to your spot on the edge of your desk. Despite his highly suspicious stuttering, your expression remains polite and even encouraging as you wait for him to formulate a coherent sentence.

While his mind reels for some sort of excuse, anything to get him out of this situation he’s dug for himself, his nervous gaze lands on the very last thing it needs to right now. Your eyes are glittering in this afternoon light. Do you know that?, he thinks. You’ve locked eyes right back at him, but the situation is anything but awkward. He appreciates the way that you aren’t afraid of him. That you’re willing to show him patience and understanding… Like he’s a fucking human being, instead of some crazy old veteran that you’re just indulging until you can finally get rid of him.

The longer he looks back at you, the more and more he can feel the tension melting out of him. Each muscle in his body slowly but surely unclenches, allowing him to relax at last as he leans back into his seat. He can’t lie to you. You don’t deserve that.

Damn it…

Frank breaks eye contact at last. He flexes his hand gently, working out the nervous energy, as he makes a fist. “I uh… I was just wondering if, maybe… you wanted to get coffee sometime…”

Immediately he braces for… well, he’s not sure what exactly, but rejection for sure. He closes his eyes so he can’t see the disgusted face you must be making, and all the muscles he’d just set at ease jump back into bands of iron across his chest, tensed so tight, he feels like his heart might stop. It’s only been a few seconds, but it feels like years have passed when you finally respond…

“Sure! What time would work for you?”

His eyes snap open as he jerks his head around to look at you, not entirely sure he heard you right. But then… there’s that same, sunny smile and electrified eyes that tell him you mean it.

“I-I uh…”, and just like that, he snaps out of it. Woods sits up straight, fixing a strand of hair that’s strayed from its place, and grinning excitedly himself. He hasn’t felt like this in… years. “W-well what time would work for you? I’m sure as shit not doing anything”, he laughs.

You think for a moment, “Oh! Say, do you go for a run on Saturdays too?”

Pft, not lately. “Yeah! Why?”

You light up, “Great! Tell you what, let's meet up and we can go for a run together then hit that coffee shop we met at last time. Would that be alright? Could be fun!”

As though you even needed to ask, he’s already agreeing. The two of you make some more concrete plans like the wheres and whens specifically before preparing to head your separate ways. You stop him and scribble down your number on a torn sheet of paper. “Just in case”, you smile. “And hey… Loser pays”, you break out into laughter.

“Oh yeah?”, he smiles back, “Don’t think I’ll go fucking easy on you!”, he calls, half way down the hall by now as you wave him off.

When you’ve retreated out of sight, Woods takes a look around. Alone again. Good. He reaches into his pocket and gingerly retrieves the slip of paper. Over and over again he reads and re-reads the chicken scratch handwriting you’ve produced. To him, it’s wonderful.

By the time he gets to his car, he feels like he knows that number better than his own dog tag ID. He slips the precious sheet into his wallet, the first of a few select reminders of you that he’ll keep safe in there.

As the few short days go by, he waits restlessly until he can see you again. And finally… Finally, Saturday morning comes.

5:26 am, and he’s up before his alarm. He doesn’t even need to check the digital clock to see what day it is. He already knows as he jumps out of bed and races to get ready. In no time at all he meets you early at the nearby park you agreed to meet at. You’ve come prepared in your high tops, short shorts, and nylon catsuit. Stylish and modern, but thankfully not as over the top as what the fashion industry would have you in.

It takes every ounce of willpower within him to keep his eyes up.

“Ready?”, you stretch your arms up high, only accentuating your body as you do so.

Frank can feel himself turning red as he status out an affirmative, earning… is that a smirk? from you.

“Alright then, ready… set…”, without warning you bolt off for a head start.

“Hey!”

He wants to be mad, but… He’s just having too much fun, damn it. About half way through, it’s a fair race, and although he’s beating you it’s not by that much. Once he’s proved to himself that he’s still got it, Woods allows himself to fall back, giving you the ego boost you need to stick it out and sprint to the finish, tired as you are.

Frank trots to a stop behind you shortly, only slightly more out of breath then you are. He may have let you win, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t give him hell in the first half.

“Cheater”, you give his shoulder a light punch and a knowing look.

“Me?”, he laughs, ignoring the accusation that he would ever let someone else beat him in a competition, “What do you call that stun at the start?”

You merely laugh, wiping some sweat from your brow as you head towards the door of the coffee shop. The bell chimes as you enter and walk up to the counter together. You place your orders, and Frank pays. You wait in silence for your orders, merely taking the time to completely catch your breath.

Drinks and breakfast in hand, you sit by the large bay windows together. The sun has just peeked over the horizon, filling the room with a golden glow. A halo of light shines around you, catching every perfect curve and angle you have to offer as you grace him with your presence. The food and coffees are nearly forgotten as you both get caught up talking about everything and nothing all at once. Conversation topics turn and change like leaves in the wind, easily transitioning from one to the other as you slowly yet surely get to really know one another.

Frank is on the edge of his seat, waiting eagerly to hear what you have to say next as he talks with you. It’s the most excited he’s been to hear someone else drone on and on in his entire life. By the time you’re both feeling talked out, the sun is well on it’s way to rising and the morning dew has since evaporated.

But, it doesn’t matter. How could he ever feel time was wasted when it was spent with you?

The two of you walk back towards the park, making sure to take it slow so you can get the most out of what little time you have left together.

“And then I said, ‘Looks don't count for shit in the jungle. This is 'Nam baby!’ “

You burst out laughing, “Did you really? And then what happened!”

He grins, “Well, the- Oh, wait, we’re uh, we’re here…”

The two of you stop at the edge of the parking lot. It’s practically empty aside from your lone car only a stone’s throw away. At that, the mirth seeps from you as well as you agree.

“Well… I guess… thanks. I had fun, you know”, Frank turns to face you, hoping more than anything that you enjoyed yourself as well.

“Yeah, me too!”, that familiar little smile that he’s grown so fond of slowly makes its way back. “Maybe… Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Besides,”, you act on a jolt of courage, stretching up on the tips of your toes to press a little kiss to his rough, stubbly cheek, “you have to tell me the rest of your story”

You lick your lip and give it a little nervous bite as you shyly take his hand in yours for comfort.. It feels huge, more like a bear paw than a human hand, compared to yours. “Well… See you later…”, you turn and begin to back away, holding his hand until you can no longer reach, forcing you to let go. You offer him one last smile, but all he can do is stand there, frozen amongst a roar of emotions.

Woods lifts a hand to his cheek, reverently caressing the spot your lips touched. The depth, breadth, and complexity of feeling circling in his mind are far too much for him to ever put into words. But, out of them all, one rings out loud and clear. He’s so, so…

Happy.

[luvskywalker]

gold rush- cedric diggory x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

IM BACK! i’ve been struggling with motivation to write, i feel like my little blog is dead :( if you read any of what i write i’d love for you to comment or something, it really helps !! i hope you enjoy this little thing i wrote, i love ced. he’s the ideal man. thursday will hopefully be the day i finally update prideful piloting lmao. love you all !! have a gorgeous day or night !!

it was moments like this that you wished time would stop.

the suns rays shone through the windows of the charms classroom, gracing everything with their golden glow, making the room look as if midas himself had touched it.

and that made you wish that everything around you would halt.

not too far away, perhaps three seats over, sat cedric diggory, and he seemed to gleam in the warm rays of light.

you quickly shifted your lingering gaze back to professor flitwick, in fear of being caught looking at the boy.

you were in charms class, but cedric had seemed to cast a different charm on you.

you were practicing your blue sparks now, watching them twinkle in the warm glow of the room, when he approached your desk.

“hey, (y/n) is it?” he was leaning over your seat, and you tried your best not to outwardly admire his facial features.

“yeah, what’s up?” you had to ask, i mean how often does a boy like cedric diggory approach you in the middle of charms?

not often, you figured, since he’s at like the top of class.

“i’ve been struggling a bit with transfiguration, and you’re the brightest person in the class. do you think you could help me out a little?” he wore a boyish smile, and his eyes were bright and inviting as he asked you.

it was quite odd, considering you thought cedric was one of the top students of your year.

but, you still agreed, because he was a kind boy, and who were you to deny him?

“id be happy to, cedric.” your soft smile mirrored his, and he nodded and gave you a time to meet him at the library.

one thing you didn’t miss, however, were the subtle glances your way as cedric left your desk.

everybody did admire the boy, seeing as he was deemed golden by the students of hogwarts. it almost made you jealous, seeing that everyone wished they were in your place, but you realized that it was silly to be jealous- you and cedric were barely even friends.

you met him that night, just as the sun was going down.

the library was painted a pinkish gold, and even madam pince seemed to admire the hue, seeing as she looked a bit more lighter than usual.

you spotted cedric at a small table and walked up to him with a smile.

he looked at you softly, adoration in his eyes, as he watched your hair fall into place almost like dominoes would; he always had been quite fond of muggle games.

you went over the areas he claimed to be struggling with, and helped him with small things like position, until you brushed your hand against his and felt your face heat up. soon after was when you discovered a pattern.

he wasn’t really struggling, and he always threw the spell on purpose. you were a bit puzzled, so you called him out on it after his third time failing the same spell.

“cedric, i know you aren’t actually struggling with transfiguration.”

you gave a small and airy laugh at his slightly shocked expression.

“what do you mean?” he said, playing dumb and hoping you weren’t going to hex him.

he didn’t know that you could never, not to him at least.

“you’re messing them up on purpose, cedric, just tell me why.” you tentatively placed a hand over his, wondering why he would call you to the library to help him study if he didn’t need it.

“i wanted an excuse to see you.” he gave you his award winning smile and turned his hand around so it was now holding yours.

“you could’ve just asked me out, you know that right?” you were being quite bold and your heart was beating quick in response, but if you read the situation right, it was the truth.

“well, now that i know..” his voice was quieter now and his other hand guided hair away from your face, gently pushing it back.

“would you like to go out with me?” a smirk now lay on his face, and you swear your heart was about to burst from your chest as it beat harder and harder each second. the boy you had always admired from afar had not only admitted to finding an excuse to see you but was also asking you out right now.

you managed to speak through the tension in the air, and let yourself whisper a soft “yes.”

he stroked your cheekbone with his thumb and you had the sudden urge to press a kiss to his red flushed cheek.

you pulled away slowly and held his gaze, staring into his glowing brown eyes.

“so, how do you feel about hogsmeade, this weekend?”

“perfect.” and it was.

you had gone to hogsmeade that weekend, and it was indeed perfect. he had treated you well, and you were convinced that cedric diggory was the only boy ever allowed to exist from that moment on. and now, you walked hand in hand back to your common room, because he insisted on walking you back. his warm coat was draped over your shoulders, and you were enveloped in his warm scent, sandalwood and citrus and something else that made it so uniquely him.

when you finally got back, he brought his hand to your cheek just as he did before in the library, and you felt your whole body heat up in response.

“i had a great time today, cedric.” you spoke lightly, contentment clear on your face.

“so did i” he responded, the same peacefulness on his own face, though you could see the longing in his eyes.

he leaned down, so much that his face was a mere centimeter away from your own.

your eyes fluttered and your breathing became a little ragged as he whispered.

“can i kiss you?”

you nodded slightly, and he closed the gap between you right after. you felt like it was a gold rush, and you kissed him back like there was no tomorrow, eyes shut tight as you brought your arms around his neck. if your eyes were opened, you probably would’ve seen the sparks both you and he felt.

you and cedric were both reluctant to pull away, but did eventually in fear of running out of oxygen. his hands rested on your hips, and a swarm of butterflies flapped happily through your whole body.

“see you in charms” he said with a wink and a smile as he jogged off backwards, looking at you in the gleam golden light the whole time he jogged away.

[lubdubsworld]

Falling for you( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Chapter 2 here

Read Chapter 3 here

Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other. Fair warning this has no plot. its just them being idiots .

Chapter warning : a little bit of plot just to keep things interesting yeah? 

Chapter 4

The washroom on the seventeenth floor was the unofficial gossip hub and normally I would steer clear of that place but desperate times called for desperate measures. I was pretty sure I looked like I’d been dragged backwards through a hedgerow and I had to get it fixed before I got written up . 

Willing myself not to openly flinch with every step, I tried to curb the trembling in my thighs, almost painfully sensitive to how wet and messy my lower half as. What the fuck had I been thinking. 

When I entered the restroom, I moved to the huge ornate mirror in the center and took a nice long look at myself. 

 I felt my throat seize up in shock.

Good God. 

I looked ten times worse than I felt. The hair in the back of my head was sticking up , four even gaps from where he’d gripped my hair too tight. Yelping, I pulled on the dozen hairpins holding my hair up in a messy bun, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Panicking , I threaded my fingers through the strands, wincing when I touched my jaw. What the fuck...

I leaned closer, peering at the small abrasion near my chin. It was a bruise, shaped exactly like Jungkook’s thumb. And it was already turning into an ugly shade of puce. 

Slightly hysterical because, Hoseok was so incredibly unbending when it came to office etiquette and  I did not want to get fired, I flipped at the fancy taps, sticking my hand underneath the cold water and splashing it all over my face. 

The door opened behind me and I flinched.

“Oh, hey Areum....” Three of my colleagues walked in . I recognized two of them , Jieun and Hana . The third one looked new.

“Hey...” I croaked out, trying hard not to look like I’d just been fucked to an inch of my life in a supply closet by the boss’ son. 

Oh fuck, what the hell was I thinking? 

The girls moved to the mirror , spreading out across the long counter and pulling out their compacts and lipsticks . I kept my head down, still trying to calm my pounding heart. 

“So let me get this straight, he called you at eleven in the night yesterday and wanted to meet you ? At your apartment?” Hana was saying. 

The new girl was blushing as red as a tomato.

“Yeah...he uh... he told me he was just returning from his training. He’s a boxer.” There’s a shy sort of admiration in her voice and I felt an odd sense of foreboding. 

“Booty call.... He wanted to fuck you for sure.” Jieun said firmly. “ You’re a lucky bitch, Sana... ”

Sana.....

My fingers started trembling when I heard the familiar name. I tried to calm myself down but it was impossible . A red hot sort of rage began licking its way up my spine. It wasn’t new. I knew he fucked other people. We both did. 

but I’d never stood within two feet of one of his conquests. 

“ Yeah...but then he called me like an hour later and said he wasn’t coming around.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment and I felt a sick sort of satisfaction. 

Jungkook had cancelled because of the pic I’d sent him. 

“Maybe he thought he wanted more.... like you told me he asked you to come meet him at practice tomorrow right? To get coffee afterwards... ? Maybe he wants to do this properly....take you out on dates...get to know you....”

I couldn’t stay there a second longer. 

“Ladies...” I bowed quickly and they offered me cheerful smiles. I all but ran out of the restroom, hating the sharp sting of tears somewhere near my lashes. 

I stumbled to the back stairwell, which was mostly unused and usually deserted. Gripping the walls, I slid down to sit on the floor, drawing my knees up to bury my face in. 

There was a reason I didn’t do public sex, I thought, shaking. Despite the way I mouthed off at Jungkook, sex with him always took a toll and I had always, always made sure I had space and time to recover from it. Gripping my thighs and trying to fight the urge to whine, I fumbled with my phone. 

“Areum?”

“Can I have the day off?” I whispered, shaking a little. 

“You alright?” Hoseok’s voice sounded genuinely worried and I hummed.

“ Got my period.” I said blankly. 

“ Gotchu. I’ll fill up the form and get one of the interns to pack your stuff up. You need to get some meds or something? Need a ride home?”

I felt warmth bloom in my chest. This is why Hoseok was such a great HR manager. He genuinely cared. 

“ I don’t need a ride. Or anything else.” I said quickly, “I’ll take a cab...”

There was a slight shuffling and then, an altogether familiar and unwelcome voice in the background went.

“Who’s that?”

Oh fuck. What the hell was he doing there? 

“Areum...hang on, Jungkook’s here....he wants to talk to you...” Hoseok said quickly and before I could protest , I heard Jungkook’s low raspy exhale against my ears.

“Where are you?” He said shortly. 

I considered protesting but remembered that Hoseok was still there. 

“ The back stairwell... I... I’ll come there , I...”

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you.” 

Before I could respond, he had hung up. I stayed on the floor, staring stright at the opposite wall. I forced myself not to think, trying to take deep breaths. The truth was I was exhausted. Physically and otherwise. 

Letting my head fall back against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying not to think about what Id’ heard in the restroom. Was Jungkook interested in Sana? Meeting him at practice? Coffee? 

That just screamed dating to me. I’d always assumed that Jungkook wasn’t into dating. That he just enjoyed quick fucks because that’s all he had ever offered me. So maybe, it wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t want to date. It was because Jungkook didn’t want to date  me. 

 Which was fine. I didn’t want to date him either. I really didn’t . 

“Hey....you okay?”

I had to inhale shakily, just to bring myself to look at him. I felt my heart ache something fierce because he was kneeling in front of me, strands of hair falling into doe back eyes. Eyes that fairly glistened with genuine concern. There was no infuriating smirk or haughty smile....instead his lips were parted in genuine concern, eyebrows furrowed in worry and one hand resting on my knee , fingers just so unfamiliarly gentle. 

I stared at him for another second and smiled evenly.

“Guess I’m gonna be needing that wheelchair after all.” I quipped. 

He stared at me for a second before his face split in a wide grin, a genuine bark of laughter spilling out of him. He looked so carefree and unabashed that I bit my lips, staring at him some more. 

“Let’s get you home , yeah?”

I nodded, letting him grip my arm to help me up. 

“It’s okay. I can walk... “ I said softly and he hummed, but still kept an arm around me and I noticed that he had my handbag slung on the other shoulder.

We reached the elevator and rode down in silence .

I followed him to the basement parking and he fumbled with the smart key to his car , pointing in the direction of the multitude of cars and I watched one of the flashy red ones blink. 

“Let’s go to my place...., yeah?” He said casually and I groaned.

“Jungkook, I know this going to make your ego swell but I’m not joking when I say that I cannot physically take your dick at least for another couple of days.” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t want to fuck you, God. I’m working on a project for the Art Fest down at the Museum and I’m staying home. You can rest there....” He said casually, moving to put his seat belt on. He fixed the mirrors by prodding a few buttons and I watched the tattoos on his arm flex as he gripped the steering wheel, one arm coming around the headrest of my seat so he could turn and back out of the lot carefully. 

I frowned at the broad shoulders near my face. .

“Why would I rest there? I have a home....” I protested , watching him hold the door open for me. 

“Because I know for a fact that , it being Monday, both your sister and your mother are supposed to be coming over today to cook and clean for you because you have no life skills, “ He grinned and I glared at him, “ . They’ll probably notice the limp and I just thought I’d spare you the humiliation.” 

I didn’t respond because he was right. My mom and sister were home and it would be impossible to get any rest with them around. The fact that Jungkook somehow knew this made me feel jittery and nervous though. 

“You have a fight this weekend?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. 

He kept his eyes on the road, sparing me just one questioning glance.

“How’d you know?” He asked curiously and I bit my lips.

 I’ve been following your boxing career for a three years.

 “ Just heard someone say something at the office...” I said vaguely. 

“You aren’t invited.” He said sharply and I gripped the seats, annoyed.

“I don’t want to be there anyway.” I snapped back. 

He huffed.

“I’m serious about what I do Areum... I don’t want you interfering in that part of my life, alright? We’ve been through this before.”

I sneered at that.

“I know....isn’t that why you literally banned me from your gym. “ 

He didn’t reply and I stared at my hands. 

He had invited that girl, though, my mind supplied helpfully. 

He invited her not only to the gym, to watch him practice, but also for coffee afterwards...you know...to get to know her better....probably because she’s not the kind of girl who would spread her legs as easily as you do.....

 I stared out of the window, remembering how pretty and put together Sana had looked. The dainty walk, the perfect make up and the long hair, styled perfectly. 

I was beautiful too. Of course I was and I knew it. 

Men like Jungkook didn’t go for unattractive women even if it was for a quick lay. But, there’s beauty and then there’s actual charm? I wasn’t charming in any sense of the word. But then, did I have to be charming and attractive and perfect to go see him fight? 

Why?

What about the other people there? If literally anyone could go watch him fight, why wasn’t I allowed? 

“I want to come watch you train....” I said impulsively, my anger getting the better of me. 

Jungkook turned to give me a shocked stare. 

“What? Why?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and I shrugged.

“No reason.” I said shortly. I could physically feel his irritation build. 

“Areum....” He began , voice holding a note of warning but I refused to back down.

“Literally anyone can visit your gym. You own the thing and you love offering discounts to everyone you meet...and yet somehow, I’m ‘ banned’. Why?” I demanded.

“Because I don’t want you there...That’s a good enough reason for me.” He snapped back and I clenched my fists harder. 

“Well, sucks for you. I’m gonna be there. On the front row. Let me see what’s so great about Jeon Jungkook in the ring that drives women wild...” I scoffed.

He stared at me for a second and then chuckled.

“Ahh..... so you just wanna watch me get wet and sweaty.... ? Understandable.”

I sneered. 

“You have been wet and sweaty on top of me enough times and trust me the novelty has long worn off.”  

He groaned.

“It genuinely feels like anytime I try to be halfway decent human being to you, you repay me by being as annoying as you can....” He said thoughtfully and I couldn’t say anything to that. 

i flinched when his hand reached out, moving to my knees and squeezing /lightly.

“What are you doing?” I frowned slapping at his fingers and he merely moved his hand higher up my thigh. I flinched when he squeezed again.  

“The only time you’re remotely bearable is when I’m touching you....So I’m gonna keep my hand here...” He gave me a smug grin, eyes practically dancing with mirth and I grimaced. 

“I’m still going to come. I want to.” I said firmly. 

He didn’t argue further.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Much to my surprise , I slept away the better part of the day, buried in Jungkook’s soft white sheets , head pillowed in the dozen fluffy throws he kept around. It was vaguely arousing that someone so intensely masculine like Jungkook preferred a comfortable , soft toned bedroom. The sheets smelled exactly like him, a fresh citrusy scent that managed to be soothing and sweet and yet somehow seductively warm as well. 

I woke up to fingers in my hair, lightly stroking. The room was dim, a little bit of light from the streets spilling in through the gaps between the curtains. 

“Areum.... It’s almost eight.... I’m gonna order us something for dinner... You wanna wake up now?” 

His voice. Fuck. 

I rolled over , groggy and disoriented. My eyes took in the splendor that was Jeon Jungkook, taking in the fact that he was only wearing grey sweatpants . I stared at the smooth expanse of his chest, feeling arousal bloom , slow and steady all over me. 

“I wanna suck you off...” I croaked out before I could fully filter my own thoughts.

Jungkook chuckled a bit at that. 

“I’m not gonna say no to that, but why don’t you take a shower and wake up fully.

I shook my head.

“ Let’s get messy first..... we can shower later...” I whined, still blinking and he groaned, slipping into the bed with me, under the covers, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up till I was on him, my chin resting on his chest as I stared at his beautiful face. 

 What am I doing here? Where is this leading?

“I’ve never seen you like this. “ He commented mildly.

“Like what?”

“Sleepy and horny....Usually you‘re just angry and horny.” 

I shook my head. 

 “I should go.” I said hesitantly.. Jungkook didn’t respond for a few seconds, merely staring at me with a blank look on his face. Then he gave me a slight squeeze around my waist and moved out from under me. .

“I can call you a cab...” He said simply, moving to get up off the bed again. I felt something jump in my throat . It was unlike him to acquiesce so fast, and it was unlike us to just.... hang out without mutual orgasms thrown in the mix and somehow that felt like a change I wasn’t ready for. A bit of panic flashed through and I reached out blindly when he stood up, grabbing his waist and yanking him closer.

I looked up at him, scooting to the edge of the bed and kneeling till I was right in front of him. 

Eager to get things back to normal, I smiled and casually, pressed both my hands behind my back, looping my fingers together at the base of my spine. 

“Get those handcuffs.” 

Jungkook’s dick literally twitched in his pants and he swore.

“Fuck baby....” He grabbed my face roughly, crashing his lips over mine. I kissed back, almost desperate, trying to remember all the reasons why he annoyed me, why this was all we were to each other. A quick fuck, a quick lay, fuck buddies. that's what we were......

“Stay here. Stay right here...Don’t fucking move.” He pulled back and dove for his bed stand. I watched as he pulled out a silky black tie. 

I grinned when he nearly fell, scrambling up on the bed and pushing up behind me. He grabbed the hem of my blouse, yanking it up over my head before grabbing my wrists together again , tying them swiftly behind me. 

“Only you...” He whispered against the back of my neck. “ Only you can do this to me. Drive me wild with want just by fucking existing....” 

And then he was lying down near me, grabbing my waist and jostling me around till I was straddling his waist. It took me a second to orient myself I managed to steady myself, staring down at him in surprise. 

“ Seeing as you said you needed a break from my dick, how about you come sit on my face, today?” He smirked. 

I tested the give on my hands, before carefully leaning down to him

“Sure you have the lung capacity for this , Jeon?” I whispered, lips brushing his as I spoke. 

He responded by gripping my waist hard, easily lifting me up till i was straddling his shoulders. 

“I’m ready to drown in that sweet sweet honeypot, baby...” He winked and it was such a ridiculously bad joke that the laughter got wrenched out of me. 

And just like that , we were back to being us again. Or at least, that's what I convinced myself of. 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THOUGHT ....I WANTED THIS TO BE JUST PORN BUT APPARTENTLY I CANT WRITE ANYTHING WITHOUT ANGST FML. 

Also requests open :)