#if it weren’t for him I’d be a goner ;;;

[snowballcatatheart]

I— I— I….

I’m… I’m not very good at it ;;;;;

Edit: sensory issues can be counted under "otherwise medically unable to" if you feel that to be appropriate

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Dear Diary

Emo!Anakin Skywalker x Femme reader Oneshot

Warnings: CNC, Dom/Sub, predator/prey, rape kink, unprotected PiV, misogyny, derogatory comments, knife, bondage, gagging, blood, whipping, spanking, spitting, slapping, biting, mask kink

Info: never leave your diary unattended, he loves you so much that he’ll do anything for you, don’t question why Anakin is so good at being scary (he’s straight up terrifying)

🕊DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT 🕊 This is DARK

“Hey, you know there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Anakin’s soft voice floated down to where your head rested in his lap on this sleepy Sunday afternoon.

“Mmm?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly to look up at his face.

You expected to see a soft expression to match the gentle tone of voice, but you were mistaken. His lip had a sneaky little curve to it, like he had a secret that he was dying to share. He reached his long arm over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Fishing something out and holding it up for you to see.

Your diary. It wasn’t one of his secrets. It was yours.

You squealed in protest and shot up from your resting place much too fast. After being sedentary all day long your brain had a hard time remembering what it needed to do in a high-stakes situation. After the dizzy spell settled slightly you tried and failed to snatch that horrid little book away from him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You should’ve known better than to keep a written record of anything, let alone your darkest secrets, with Anakin around. That handsome little shit can’t keep his dirty little paws off of your or your stuff.

“Anakin please!” You pleaded, pouting out your bottom lip.

“Shhh baby.” He laughed, flipping through the pages. “I occasionally read a few pages… just to make sure you’re happy with me of course.”

Right. Of course he would do that.

“Cause sometimes you don’t like to talk about your feelings right?” He chided.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

“And it seems like my sweet sweet girl had some dirty thoughts since the last time I checked this book.” A sickly saccharine smile materialized on his lips

“Anakin no!” You gasped, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Bunny, yes!” He teasingly replied.

“Look, right here it is princess. About a month ago. I took you to that new horror movie remember?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

Anakin nodded, clearing his throat as he ran his finger under the messy scribbles in your diary.

“You said: ‘that scene where he’s chasing her through the woods and caught her? Christ that growl was sinful, but coming from Anakin? I’d be a goner. Knife and all.’”

You blushed fiery red and snatched it from his hands, tossing it to the floor defiantly despite knowing the damage had already been done.

"Anakin that is none of your business!" You pouted.

"But it is now, isn't it?" He whispered, tracing circles on your throat with his thumb.

"It’s okay darlin’ I don’t need that silly little book. I’ve memorized the good parts.” He chuckled as he spotted it on the floor.

“What else did you say? 'I want him rough, maybe even have him wear a mask like in the movie.'” He grinned gripping your cheeks to puff out your lips and give you a playful kiss.

“So I said to myself: ‘Anakin, that sounds like a challenge.’ and you know I love a challenge.”

“Anakin! You weren’t supposed to see that!” You yelped. “That’s embarrassing!”

Anakin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh no? I think I need to see this fantasy of yours come true."

He released your cheeks and stood up, rummaging through the closet until he found an old hockey mask that he'd worn during his youth.

"Stay here," he commanded before disappearing into the living room.

You sat and stewed in your embarrassment, thinking of all the ways you’d like to squeeze his tiny head until it popped off. How dare he? He read your diary! Ridiculous.

His voice called your name and you were snapped out of your emotional festering.

“C’mon. We got places to be.” Anakin grinned, the car keys in his hand and a small backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

He wants to go somewhere now? After he’d just humiliated you in front of your entire collection of stuffed animals?

Anakin nodded, a devilish grin on his face. "We're going on an adventure, Bunny."

Oh. Oh no.

“You’re serious?” You gasped. “like right now?”

He tossed the backpack into the backseat of his Ford pickup truck and opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in. He clicked his tongue like he was calling for a dog, patting your head to scoot you along.

"Come on, baby," he urged, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Where we're going, no one can find us."

You blushed, but obeyed regardless. You trusted him with your life and depending on how this excursion went you might just end up putting that trust to the test.

“W-we don’t have to do this Ani.” You said quietly.

“I mean… I never even- I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

Anakin's grin faded slightly, his eyes softening as he cupped your face. "Baby, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he reassured you.

"I want to make this happen for you. Plus, I think this will be fun." He added with a smirk, the sincerity in his voice reflected in the icy blue of his eyes.

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine and pulling out of your driveway.

“Like you’re sure you wanna do this? Like you actually want to? Not just because you know I wanna try it?” You asked, picking at your fingers as you forced myself to make eye contact.

Anakin met your gaze, his eyes filled with an understanding for your concerns. "I want this as much as you do, Bunny," he promised.

"So let's go have some fun, shall we?" he asked, pulling out onto the highway.

You slipped your hand into his, the drive was only about 30 minutes. Even with the short distance it seemed like you were far, far away from anyone and anything. The afternoon sun was dwindling quickly over the horizon. It made you wonder if Anakin had done alittle research and a lot of planning before enacting this ambush on you.

“Look at me bunny.” Anakin said softly.

“Safe word is red okay? You say red and every thing stops immediately. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded giving him a little smile.

“Good.” He agreed with a kiss to your forehead. His eyes bright and sparkling with this new brand of adrenaline. “Here’s the plan.”

“Once we get out of this truck, you’re the pretty little victim and I’m the big scary killer.” He teased, though he held a serious tone behind the playful words.

“Is that okay? I won’t talk like myself, I’m gonna do my best to be mean and scary okay?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” You blushed at the thought.

“I want you to run. I’ll give you a pretty good head start. Don’t look behind you until you hit the tree line okay?” He grinned.

“Okay I can do that.” You giggled, the reality of your situation kicking in as you began to realize Anakin *had* done his research. He really did want to do this just as much as you did.

“I’ve got a mask.” He pulled out the hockey mask from his bag. “A rope, a knife, and a bandanna. Are these things okay? It’s a real knife, it’s one of the kitchen knives.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, already imagining him in character. “yeah that’s all okay.”

“Do you want me to cut you?” He asked, staring you in the eyes.

“M-maybe alittle.” You nodded, your expression turned serious again. “just not where anyone else can see okay?”

“Got it babydoll. I promise.” He said gently.

“Okay.” You smiled, nervous but so so excited.

“I’m gonna put my hair up.” You giggled. Tying your hair up in a ponytail.

Anakin watched you, a mix of excitement and protectiveness in his eyes. "You look so fucking hot," he muttered, his voice low and rough.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice now deep and menacing. He grabbed the hockey mask, and held it in your direction to point at you.

"Get out of the truck and run as fast as you can. Don't look back until you reach the tree line." He paused, reaching for the knife, sheathing it on his hip. Shoving the rope in his hoodie pocket, the bandanna in his jeans pocket.

"Remember, red means stop. Whatever happens from here on out, I'll make sure you're safe."

You watched him put the mask on, heart pounding in your chest as you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the truck into the cooling dusk air. Anakin got out of the truck on his side, looking over at you and nodding his head.

“Run.” He snarled, his features completely hidden by the mask and distorting his voice a bit more than you’d anticipated.

Your only light source was the setting sun and rising moon as you booked it through the field, keeping your eyes forward as your heart beat quickly. You reached the tree line and finally looked back, seeing Anakin running at a full sprint toward you. The prey instinct in your hindbrain kicked into overdrive and adrenaline flooded like ice through your veins.

You froze for a moment until you heard what could only be described as a psychotic laugh ripped through Anakin’s chest. Finally back to your senses you turned on your toes and started running again, only to be tripped by your own feet.

You steadied yourself quickly and recovered your pace after a sharp squeal left you when your knees hit the ground. Your burst of fear driven speed surprised you, but only fueled Anakin’s laughter. You weren’t sure if he was laughing as himself or as the character he was playing, either way… it was terrifying.

You made the mistake of looking back again and realized how quickly he was gaining on you. He had given you a generous headstart for a good reason. Like he’d anticipated you’d fawn instead of flee.

How did he know that?

Anakin was closing the gap, his breath heavy but not labored as he chased after you. You wondered what his eyes looked like behind that mask. Would they be familiar? Or would they be akin to a cold blooded killer?

You stumbled as you whipped your head back to the path ahead and he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around your chest and tackling you to the ground with a heavy thump.

The mask hid his grin as he pinned you down with his body weight, but you could * feel * it. The satisfaction he felt at catching his trophy was palpable, now… now you weren’t completely certain your Anakin was really there behind that hard plastic mask.

"Caught you bitch." He growled, his voice remained menacing. "You're mine now."

You struggled against him, the sides of your fists not even coming close to making contact with his chest. His grip on you was painful, bruising and just what you wanted.

“N-no!” You whimpered. So incredibly turned on by his aggression.

He was surprisingly great at this role, he was doing everything perfectly as if he’d done it before. A nagging thought tickled your mind, what if? But he gave you no time to consider it.

“No?” He laughed, rolling you underneath him so that your face was pressed into the forest floor. His knee pressing down on your back as he roughly tied your arms together behind your back with a practiced ease.

“No! Please!” He mocked you in a whiny impression of your voice.

“Pathetic.” He hissed.

You fought harder, wriggling and trying to get out of his grasp. His hand gripped your ponytail with enough force to make your scalp sting, yanking your head back.

“Stop fucking moving.” He growled as brought his lips to your ear, then he let go of your hair cruelly letting you face plant into the dirt.

“Ow!” You whined in pain, it actually did hurt. Not bad, just enough to make you see stars and feel heat bloom across your cheek.

“P-please! Stop!”

He laughed, the sound gritty and almost unrecognizable. He used both hands to roughly tug your jeans down your thighs, using the knife to cut your underwear off.

You wriggled and squirmed, panting helplessly as all your movement did was undress you further. Your jeans bunched around your knees, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for you.

Anakin's breaths were ragged, his heart pounding in sync with yours as he stood over you. Lightly tapping your hip with the toe of his shoe.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," He snarled. "You made me work for it."

He took the knife, running it down your side, as he kneeled beside you. Forcibly turning your head to make you look at him. He trailed the knife along the back of your thighs, leaving tiny threads of red behind.

"Now you're gonna pay for your insolence." His voice was harsh and cold with an undeniable lust hidden beneath.

“No! No I’ll do anything I swear!” You cried out. Kicking and fighting against him as best as you could.

You heard him taking off his belt, felt him shoving his jeans down and even the familiar grunt as he pulled out his cock.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth didn’t I?” He snapped at you.

Gripping his belt tightly in his hands he cracked the leather across your ass hard, causing you to scream out in pain.

“Stupid whore.” He scoffed. “what did I just say? You want it again?”

“N-no! Fuck that hurt!” You yelled.

“God you really are stupid aren’t you?” He laughed, cracking the leather down on your red ass cheeks again.

This time you were able to bite down on your lip and suppress the loud crying moan that tried to escape. You knew the tender flesh of your bottom lip would definitely be an angry red for the next few days as a taste of blood hit your tongue.

“That’s better.” He scoffed.

Pumping his cock a few times behind you before spreading your ass cheeks wide and smacking your hip hard to get you to lift up just a bit.

He set his sights on your incredibly drenched pussy. The view might make a weaker man cum on the spot, but Anakin wasn’t a weak man. He’d made that very clear today.

“Never seen you so fucking wet.” He whispered, in awe of the dripping mess you’d made of your cunt. The momentary break of character that you weren’t supposed to hear reassured you that it was definitely still Anakin under that mask.

Anakin's cock twitched, his eyes locked on your pulsing hole, watching it flutter around nothing. He chuckled and spit on his hand before rubbing it on the head of his cock. Letting out a low groan as he tugged on his balls for good measure.

"You're going to take this like a good little slut," He growled, lining up his thickness with your entrance. "And you're not going to fucking scream."

With a low hiss he thrust into you, your body protesting the sudden intrusion with a jerk. You failed to listen to his command and let out a muffled cry behind closed lips as he sank deep inside your heat.

"Quiet, bitch," he warned, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a rough rhythm. "Or I'll really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you whimpered and moaned and drooled in spite of his warnings. The feeling of being taken so roughly, but knowing you were safe… was intoxicating. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Anakin moved suddenly and you saw a flash of red before he yanked back your head, shoving the bandanna in your mouth to use as a gag.

You coughed and gagged on the dry fabric as he forced it in your mouth. Anakin's thrusts became more frantic, his hips moving in quick, hard strokes. With the gag in place you let yourself be loud, there was no point in staying quiet right? If you were heard it would be * his * fault for not properly securing your gag.

"Dirty little thing aren’t you? Filthy. You like this don’t you!? Huh?" He snarled, slapping your ass hard with his free hand. "Scream for me, you fucking whore. No body can hear you. No body is coming to help you."

You moaned into the gag, body trembling as he pounded into you relentlessly. Each slap of skin against wetness echoed in the still night air, punctuating your defilement.

"C’mon, you can fight harder than that." He growled, grinding against you he placed one hand on your lower back and used it as leverage to hold you in place.

He laughed loudly, clearly enjoying the power trip he was on. He’d never fucked you like this before, he’d been rough yes… but this? This was blinding. Hot, white, blinding pleasure that spilled over into pain.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned. “pitiful little pussy. Bet you were a virgin weren’t you?”

You whimpered, the bandanna in your mouth wet from saliva. Tears dripping down your cheeks from his rough treatment. Your legs shaking violently as he fucked you into the dirt.

And he expected you to speak?

“Answer me.” He demanded, ripping the fabric from your mouth, the suddenness of it being pulled from your throat made you gag violently.

“C’mon. Talk to me. You’ve been dying to fucking talk and now you’ve got nothin’ to say?”

“Y-yes.” You sobbed, unable to form more than a few words. “Virgin.”

“Oh I knew it. Fuckin’ knew it.” He groaned.

Anakin's thrusts grew more furious, his cock sliding in and out of your tight ‘virgin’ pussy with each word grunt and groan that fell from his pretty lips. His hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back when you started squirming out from under him again.

"You think you can get away from me? Think you can run? You’re mine now, bitch." He spat, slapping the side of your face. "I own your little cunt now."

You cried harder from the pain, tears streaming down your dirt streaked face as he continued to pound into you without mercy.

"No one else is gonna touch you. No one else is gonna have you." He growled, his words thick with possession.

“Gonna take you home. Tie you up.” He grunted. “Fuck you whenever I want.”

“No one’s gonna miss you are they?” He laughed, “Just a worthless little nobody aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

“That’s okay though sweetheart.” He cooed, sweetness laced with venom. “I want you. I want you all to myself, show you that all you’re good for is this.”

He spit, ripping his mask off to bite you hard, leaving clear teeth marks on your shoulder. The mask hit the ground near your head and you stared at it with big wide red-rimmed eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt spasmed around him, slick leaking out and coating your thighs.

The squelching noises filled you with a new wave of embarrassment and fresh tears wetted your cheeks. You might’ve been done, but Anakin wasn’t. He had no plans of stopping now, this wasn’t over until he said it was.

“Stop! Please oh god.” You whined, scrunching your nose up as your body vibrated from the overstimulation.

“Stop? Oh you don’t mean that.” He moaned. “you just fucking creamed all over my cock.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you like it.” He snickered, you could hear the grin gracing his lips.

“No! No! Please! I don’t!” You struggled, trying to get out of your bindings, the rope digging further into your wrists. “Please stop!”

“Fuck toys don’t talk.” He growled.

Anakin shifted his weight, now leaning with his forearm across your back, his sharp elbow cutting into the muscle to give himself an extra edge to his brutality. You thought he was comfortable in his position, but you were wrong. This was just a transition period.

His arm slid up your back to wrap your hair around his fist, exposing your neck and pining you in place.

A glint of sliver shined in your peripheral, followed by the cool metal blade of his knife on the soft skin of your throat. He had the flat side pressed firmly beneath your Adam’s apple. Anakin's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, weeping pussy as he held the knife.

"One word," he growled, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. "And you’ll wish you were dead."

You whimpered, body shaking as you struggled against my bindings. Your cunt clenched around him, milking his cock with each powerful thrust.

"Make me cum, bitch." He snarled, his breathing labored. "Or I’ll slit your fucking throat right here."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you. This was sick, you were sick. How could you possibly like this? Being threatened with a knife against your throat? You didn’t know, didn’t understand and maybe didn’t even want to. Maybe the logistics behind the thrill of this was better off unexplored. You decided then and there you would never let yourself explore that nagging little ‘what if’ about Anakin too.

His grip on the knife tightened, his thrusts becoming harder with each passing second. You controlled your breathing as best you could. Trying desperately not to move as another orgasm washed over your tired body. Your entire being vibrating with the intense energy, cunt spasming around his twitching member, leaking and dripping slick all over again.

“That's it," Anakin growled, his hips moving faster and harder, growing sloppy. His breathing ragged as he felt himself nearing the finish line. "C’mon, make me fucking cum and I’ll let you live."

"You're gonna say thank you after I cum. You hear me?" He snarled, biting the nape of your neck roughly like a dog in heat.

His balls tightened up, his cock pulsating inside you. Your pussy tightly enveloping him, feeling every twitch and jerk.

You squeaked as the cool blade dragged across your throat in a way that felt alittle too real, a little to close to being sliced open. Though you breathed a sigh of relief as the knife now pressed into your shoulder blade. The sharp tip popping through your skin.

“Gonna put a little ‘A’ right here. You want that? Answer me!” He asked through clenched teeth, staving off his orgasm in favor of torturing you.

“No! Please it hurts!” You screamed, the pain bringing you so incredibly close to cumming again.

He let out a familiar whine, followed by a choked moan as he carved the first letter of his name into your unblemished shoulder.

“You should’ve kept still. Now it’s crooked.” He scoffed.

You screamed out in pleasure, hiccuping as you tried to catch your breath. Anakin’s cock throbbing inside your abused walls. You whimpered as an overwhelming orgasm took hold of you. Your body convulsing in a way it never had before, with Anakin never slowing his hard albeit mess pace. He laughed as he watched your bound hands clasp themselves together as you held your breath.

The dam broke and you squirted, making a mess of yourself and him. You could feel the hot wet liquid dripping down your legs, hear it sloshing and squelching with each thrust.

Anakin’s laugh cut off into a choked groan, his cock jerking violently inside you as he came. His thrusts becoming wild and erratic, his body shaking with the force of his release.

"Fuck," he growled, collapsing against you as he finished. "You're a fucking mess, aren’t you?"

You sobbed into the dirt, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Your pussy clenching around his softening cock, milking him for every last drop of cum.

"That’s right. Good girl.” He moaned, slowly pumping in and out of your swollen and well used cunt.

“Atta girl. You’re a good fuck so long as you keep your mouth shut.” Anakin let out a pained whine as he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and filled with his seed.

He cut the rope from your wrists and hissed when he saw the red marks. He broke character again for the simple fact that he felt terribly about accidentally hurting you. It was one thing to do it purposely, but this was unacceptable, he chided himself for tying you too tightly under his breath. He leaned down to kiss each wrist gently before tapping your ass with his hand.

“Get up. All fours.” He growled. Back to playing your big scary killer.

You sniffled, doing as he said as quickly as you could even though your body felt weak and jittery.

“Fuck.” He groaned spreading your ass cheeks apart, his thumbs keeping your pussy lips spread so that he could see his hard work; the mess he’d made of you.

He dove into your slick, reddened folds. His tongue laving and sucking your clit. He moaned and whined like he was the one getting pleasured. He shoved his tongue into your hot, raw hole and licked his cum out of you, mumbling dirty words with each breath.

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned, his voice muffled. "So wet and fuckin’ messy. I love it."

You whimpered, his tongue darting in and out of your still-throbbing cunt, tasting the evidence of your rough sex.

"You’re gonna be mine forever." He growled, his words slurred with lust. "No one else is ever gonna touch you again."

His fingers found your entrance, teasingly playing with it before sliding inside, stretching you open again. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him in protest of his reentry. He leaned forward licking the trickles of blood from your shoulder and gathering it in his mouth. He sat back on his heels and then spit the mixture of his cum, his spit and your blood into your pussy, gently shoving it inside with his fingers.

The act was filthy. Disgusting. But so fucking hot, so sexy, so much so that your pussy contracted around his fingers again. Alittle bit of squirt dribbling out as your body shook. Anakin's eyes darkened as he felt you clench around his fingers once again.

"Fuck." He grumbled, hid grip on your hips tightening. "You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?"

You sobbed, body trembling with the impending orgasm or maybe just from the humiliation. Who knows? At this point you couldn’t tell left from right.

"You just want to get used and ruined, don’t you?" He growled, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. "So fucking ready for it. So desperate for a cock like mine to take care of you."

His words sent you over the edge, body shaking as you came yet again. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers, dribbles of liquid leaking down his hand.

“N-no more.” You whimper, begging for a break.

“Oh poor thing.” He laughed. “it just feels so good that it hurts huh?”

“Y-yes.” You cried, sniffling. Your arms weak and wobbly.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said pulling out his fingers and roughly smacking your pussy with his hand.

You screamed, a choked whimpering sob. You were beyond sensitive, you could feel how swollen you were. But even through the pain, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through your core.

“Get up.” He growled, tucking himself back into his jeans, pulling you to your feet by the hair.

He shoved you against a tree and barked out the instruction for you to stay there. He picked up the knife and bandanna, kicking the ruined rope aside and shoving the ripped panties in his pocket. He grabbed his belt and cracked it against your ass hard one last time before putting his belt back on.

“You didn’t say thank you.” He reminded you.

“Say thank you. Ungrateful bitch.”

M’sorry!” You whimpered. “th-thank you. Thank you.”

“That’s better.” He grunted, yanking your jeans back up and leaving them unbuttoned. The fabric wet and sticky from all the abuse.

“Turn around. Can’t leave those gorgeous tits without any attention right?” He chuckled darkly.

He grabbed your chin examining your face when you slowly turned around. His other hand pulling up your shirt.

“Still pretty. Even after all that.” He said softly a small glimpse at your Anakin, not this brutal character he played. But it was gone quicker than you could blink.

"Beautiful." Anakin murmured, his eyes lingering on your tits before he leaned in to lick and kiss each one. "You’re gonna be so pretty covered in bruises, huh?"

Your breath hitched, nipples pebbling as he sucked and licked at them. His hands cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly, leaving red marks on the soft skin.

He bit down and pulled your nipples with his teeth causing you to yelp in pain. Eliciting a dark laugh from him.

“C’mon,” He grumbled. “let’s get going. I’ve got plans for my new whore.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and shoved you forward, making you stumble and almost trip. You stayed silent other than your sniffling and wiping your nose and eyes as you walked on jelly legs.

"Don't think you're done." Anakin growled, his grip on your neck tightening as you walked. "I’ll never be done with you."

His free hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly before letting go. His eyes never leaving the path ahead.

"You owe me. You know that? A lifetime of obedience and gratitude." He laughed, pushing your forward again. “I could’ve killed you and I didn’t. That’s called a life debt baby.”

You nodded, seeing the truck in the field and breathing a sigh of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to walk much further.

“Almost there.” He said plainly.

Once you reached the truck he opened the door and helped you inside gently. Giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

He walked around to his side and shoved the items along with his hockey mask down inside the bag. Tossing it to the floor board as he climbed in beside you, pulling you against his chest in a comforting, soothing hug. You sighed, leaning into him. His warmth and closeness comforting you.

"Good girl." Anakin whispered into your hair, his voice softening. He kissed the top of your head gently. "You did so good. I love you doll. I love you so so much."

"Hang tight, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up and back home soon enough." He murmured, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly.

You gripped his shirt, there was something thrilling about his possessiveness, his control over you. “I love you too Ani.” You whispered, voice shaky.

Once the short drive was over he helped you out of his truck, turning around and leaning forward to give you a piggy back ride to the house.

You sighed thankfully and climbed up. Hugging around his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. Nuzzling into his neck as he carried you into your home. Locking the front door behind him. He softly sat you on the couch, giving you a gentle forehead kiss.

Wordlessly he went to the kitchen and got himself and you a glass of water. Placing the cup in your shaking hands, making sure you drank some before he chugged down his.*

“You okay babydoll?” He asked, pulling you into his lap. “that was pretty intense.”

“I-I’m okay.” You nodded. “y-yeah it w-was intense.”

You gave him a soft smile. “It was fun though… I’m just gonna be really, really sore.”

"You’re so fucking precious.” He murmured, nuzzling your neck. "All worn out and sore, but still smiling at me."

"We'll take it slow next time, okay?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple softly. "You tell me when you’re ready for sex again baby. I’m not gonna ask until you come to me.”

You nodded, sighing contentedly. Your head resting against his chest as he held you close, breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you glad I read your diary now?”

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I Just Want To Be The One You Love(Virgin!Naruto x Fem!Reader\Virgin!Sasuke x Fem!Reader)

warnings: virginity loss, unprotected sex, making out, kissing, vaginal play, smutty themes, post-war Naruto and Sasuke pairings: Virgin!Naruto x Fem!Reader and Virgin!Sasuke x Fem!Reader a/n: This is the first post from my poll! I hope you all enjoy! It's been a hot minute since I wrote for either Naruto and Sasuke!

Smut under the cut!

He’s so shy and timid about everything. Especially since you’re a little more experienced than him. But it’s the way you’re so soft and sweet with him that makes him just absolutely melt into your touch.

He never thought he’d be able to have a love like this. Naruto figured he’d probably just end up alone once again despite being the hero. With everything else that has gone on in his life, he never knew to expect such a sweetness that is you.

The man cums within minutes. He looks up at you as you ride his cock, and he’s just a whining mess. Naruto can’t control his noises either, which is no surprise.

Naruto looks up at you, his eyes hooded as the lust takes over him. You two have been kissing and making out for a good while now, and he feels his cock might explode if you don’t show him even the least bit of pleasure. You just don’t want this to end too fast, considering it is his first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I’m so lucky.”

You giggle, “I’m the lucky one.”

You slowly maneuver yourself to straddle him. Then you help pull down his pants and boxers. Your eyes widen a bit when you see his length. He’s quite well-endowed. It’s so thick too with such a pretty pink tip. You’re pretty much drooling at just the sight of his erection. He blushes at your reaction, trying to hide his cock.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you let out.

Naruto chuckles nervously, “I-is that good?”

You nod your head, “Yeah, baby. But I’d love you just the same if you weren’t.”

He feels his heart fill with love. You’re truly an angel to him. You’re always so sweet and so kind, knowing just what to say. You begin smearing the precum that’s leaking out of the tip before you stroke him. Naruto whimpers and his hips buck up for a bit more stimulation.

“You like that, baby?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

“Fuck yeah…”

His voice is raspy and full of lust. It doesn’t take long for you to strip down and you guide the tip of his cock to your dripping pussy. He’s not sure if he should look as you take his virginity. He worries that just watching your cunt swallow up his cock might make him cum immediately. You giggle at how cute he looks like this.

“You ready?” You question, looking into his hooded eyes to see what he truly wants.

“Uh huh, please.” He pleads softly. 

Slowly, you begin sinking down on his cock. The noises coming from Naruto are feral and wild. He’s never felt such warmth like this before. It’s so intense and it’s wet and slippery too. He begins panting as you let him bottom out. The pulsing and squeezing from your walls would definitely be enough to get him to blow his load right here and now.

You begin rocking your hips, tentative at first and then with a bit more vigor. Based on the look on Naruto’s face, you know this isn’t going to last long at all. But you also know that based on his stamina, it shouldn't take long for him to recover and to be able to fuck you for longer.

“So good,” he whines. “So fucking good.”

You giggle softly and lean in to kiss him. The moment your tongues touch, he’s a goner. With loud grunts and desperate moans, Naruto pumps into you. His warm, thick cum begins coating your insides as you help him ride out the rest of his high pleasurably. Eventually, you slow to a stop and lean in to kiss him again.

“I love you, Naruto.” You tell him so gently.

“I love you too,” he rubs his nose against yours. “Can we do it again?”

Sasuke is a bit more brooding after the war. He’s not really sure what he wants. But when you two meet up after he comes home from his walk of atonement, he finds himself completely smitten with you.

He’s definitely nowhere near as experienced as you are, but he doesn’t even let you know that. Any kind of fumbling or slight error on his part, he passes it off as something he wanted to do. It ends up with lots of surprising things for you.

Sasuke lasts a little longer than Naruto, but not by much. When you let him slip into you the first time, he becomes completely addicted to the feeling of you surrounding him.

It’s after a few drinks of sake that you have Sasuke come up to your apartment with you. You’re both a little tipsy, but there’s so much warmth between the two of you. You’ve never seen Sasuke quite like this and it really warms your heart. Once you two reach your bedroom, Sasuke finally takes initiative and he cups your cheek.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for some time now,” he tells you before he presses his lips to yours.

You’re almost breathless at this kiss. He’s so good to you. You know what people think of him, but you’ve never wanted to believe that he was truly an awful person. He’s gone through so much in his life, and you’ve always wanted to just be a friend to him. But now you think you might be something more…no, you know you’re something more.

Within seconds, the two of you are making out fiercely. Teeth clashing and tongues rubbing together, fighting for dominance. Sasuke pushes you onto your bed and he crawls on top of you. You’ve never felt this way before; both like prey and like a lover. It excites you in ways you never thought you’d experience.

“You’re so cute,” Sasuke comments, blushing a little from how intense all of this is.

“You’re so handsome,” you compliment him right back.

Then the kisses turn a little more sweet. Sasuke helps you undress and you help him undress as well. The more of his body you uncover, the more you find yourself becoming aroused. He’s so damn gorgeous. Even with the few scars scattered here and there, you still find him to be so breathtaking.

Sasuke leans against you, kissing your lips with hunger. His fingers gently part your wet folds, and he teases your clit to make you whine. You let him play with your pussy for a few minutes, just getting you even more wet than you were just from the kissing. Then he looks into your eyes to make sure you have no regrets. When he sees the love you hold for him, his heart melts.

“C-can I…” he tries to figure out the right words for this.

You cup his cheek, “Of course, Sasuke. I’m yours.”

He doesn’t need to hear anything else. He spreads your thighs and begins stroking his long cock. You’ve never seen one that size before. You wonder if all the Uchiha men were blessed as well as Sasuke is. Then he spits into his palm and spreads it over the already leaking tip.

There’s a moment of silence before he slowly pushes into you, and already his head is whirling from the sensations of your tight walls pulling him in. They pulse in such a way that he needs to control his breathing so he doesn’t cum right away. Sasuke wants to last long enough to get you to cum.

“Is that okay?” He asks, and you nod eagerly.

“It feels so good,”

He can tell considering your walls are just fluttering around him wildly, trying to accommodate for his large size. His hand grips your hip and he begins pumping into you. It’s a little sloppy and inexperienced at first, but eventually he finds his rhythm. It becomes a little too much when you moan for him and begin cooing words of love.

He lets his thumb come to rub your swollen clit, and he tries to angle his hips perfectly so that you can feel the head of his cock brushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. It’s when you start squeezing his cock with those tight and warm walls that he knows he can’t last much longer.

“Hnnng…gonna cum!” He cries out and holds onto you tighter.

Sasuke snaps his hips faster and sloppier until he’s cumming deep inside of you. With every spurt of cum, he pumps into you harder and deeper. Eventually, he just slumps on top of you. When he feels your hands in his hair and your lips on the top of his head, he knows he’s in love with you.

“We can do it again,” Sasuke suggests.

[buglord-isaac]

Some momentary GhostSoap Softness

The debriefing with Alejandro about their mission to take back their base had just finished, but Johnny was going to be surprised if he remembered any of it. The only thing currently taking up his entire mind was the fact that Ghost had shown his face. Not just to Johnny, but to everyone in the room.

When that skull mask was off, neither Ghost nor Johnny were able to keep their eyes off each other. Ghost had been staring at him, probably waiting for an expression of disgust. When Johnny got past the initial surprise of what was unfolding before him, he had only a few seconds to take his face in.

He was covered in scars. An unholy amount of them. Many around areas that would be beaten. Jaw. Lips. Nose. Eyebrows. He had a large scar trailing up his cheek and cutting through his lips. Some of his hair appeared to be missing too from scars on his head, but most of it was still there, and it looked disheveled and oily from being in that mask so long.

When he put the lighter balaclava on, Johnny blinked a few times and looked down at the mask in his own hand. What he had just seen felt like a daydream. It didn’t feel real. When Alejandro dismissed the team, Ghost team, Johnny found himself frozen in place. It was too much for his brain to process.

After a few seconds, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked to the side and saw Ghost beside him. His eyes bore into his soul.

“Let’s have a chat, shall we?”

Johnny nodded and followed him to a more secluded area of the base. This was the first real time that they had to relax, to de-stress since being hunted by Shadows. Johnny’s arm was aching, stinging, burning. But it was bandaged up. Johnny leaned against the wall and looked up at Ghost, who seemed tense still.

“Thank you, Ghost.”

“For?”

“For?? For guiding me through a city, for saving my life, for all that shite… if it weren’t for you I’d be a goner…”

“We saved each other, Johnny. Not even I could’ve handled all those shadows alone.”

“And you nearly bet against me~”

Ghost said nothing to the snarky comment. He was looking down at Johnny with searching eyes.

“What did you think? Am I ugly?”

He asked the question so forwardly but somehow Johnny knew it was a genuine question. He looked into his chocolate eyes and shook his head.

“Not in the slightest, Simon.”

Ghost seemed slightly surprised about the use of his first name, but the surprise ended quickly. His hands reached up to the mask again.

“I took it off as a necessity to put this mask on… but I want you to see me.”

Once again the mask was removed. Now that it was just them, the tension in their direct eye contact was insane.

“I see you, Simon. It wasn’t just a dream.”

“A dream… funny. If anything, I’m a nightmare.”

“Lucky I don’t get scared of nightmares.”

Ghost moved closer, pulling something out of his pocket. A small twist top palette of black greasepaint. He unscrewed it and dipped two of his fingers into it.

“You need to survive this mission, Johnny.” His voice was quiet. He reached up and started applying the greasepaint around Johnny’s eyes. Johnny‘s heart was beating in his throat at the closeness, the trust that Ghost so clearly had in him making him giddy.

“I will, Ghost.”

“You need to. For me.”

Johnny nodded, let Ghost finish the application of paint on his face, then watched as he put his own mask back on and left with clenched fists. Only then did he let out the breath he had been unknowingly holding.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Can I request Sky x reader where reader gets rescued by him and it's also their first time meeting each other as well? uhhh something like Sky slays the monsters that held reader captive and then they can properly meet. hope it's not confusing.

Safety

Sky x reader <3

Warnings:none other than this is probably straying from canon. Also it’s short and probably bad, I haven’t written anything for Loz in a while, but bc of a resurgence in my Zelda era I’m back.

Link was going about his day like any other weekend. He slept in late, got up around noon, walked around with a dazed smile on his face. The surface had its perks. Of course he loved living up in skyloft, but there was something so enchanting about the surface. The vegetation was so much more lush and beautiful down here… everything was rather dry in the sky… made sense, it was always direct sunlight… all the clouds loomed below. He’d since experienced rain for the first time, and loved it. His first thunderstorm, however—that was different. He reminisced as he walked along a path, the master sword on his back as it always was. He was ripped out of his daydreams by a bloodcurdling shriek. He took off and found someone being backed into a wall by a bokoblin. They were holding their head as the bokoblin raised its weapon, ready to strike. Link stepped in between the person and the beast, catching its weapon in his shield. He slew the beast and turned, crouching in front of you. “Are you okay..? You’re not hurt anywhere, are you..?

Too stunned to speak, you shook your head. You weren’t hurt—or at least, you didn’t think so. Your adrenaline was still pumping so hard you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Link held his hand out and you took it, letting him help you up. He helped you back to the main trail, and back to town with the others. Finally, you were calmed down enough to speak. “Thank you for saving me… I’d be a goner if you weren’t there.”

“It’s nothing at all.” He smiled softly. “I’m Link, by the way.”

“The hero. I know.” You smiled just a little. “Y/n.”

“Well, y/n—it might be wise to keep a weapon when you’re straying from town..” he laughed a little. “I could teach you how to use one sometime..?”

“I might take you up on that… I mean—I’ll definitely take you up on that.” You laughed. “It’d be useful. Thank you, hero. Or—Link. Thank you, Link.”

“Of course… stay safe, y/n.”

“You too.” You smiled, watching him walk away as your friends rushed up to check on you and get all the details from the conversation you shared with the hero.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter sixty three

close to home | chapter sixty three

plot: the reader and Daryl reconnect in a treehouse

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,499 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, alcohol use, tipsy sex (the best kind tbh) no plot just smut so ya'll are welcome A/N: thank you for reading!!

By nightfall, a fire was going, Daryl returned from a quick and successful hunt, and you unpacked all your supplies. He’d grabbed mattress pads and blankets, pillows, food, water, candles, and a bottle of wine. Jerry must’ve snuck in one of his cobblers because a small one was sitting in one of the bags. There were also tarps that you didn’t know what for--until Daryl got back and nailed them to cover the windows. 

It was dark in the treehouse except for the fire and a few candles. You had already eaten what Daryl brought back--rabbit--and were eating the cobbler straight out of the container with the open bottle of wine. 

“I gotta have Jerry tell me how he makes these.” You mumbled through your food. “I could eat one every day of my life. 

Daryl smiled at you but didn’t say anything. He’d been quiet since he came back from hunting--which was only about thirty minutes anyway. He was happy, you could tell, and you knew he was at peace, which is why he was quiet. 

You grabbed the wine bottle by its neck and took a few sips. “Where did you get this?”

“Stole it from Ezekiel.”

You chuckled and took another sip, feeling it bubble in your chest. “He’s gonna kill you.”

He grabbed the bottle from you and drank from it. “He ain’ ever gonna know.” 

You smiled at Daryl and lifted the fork up to his mouth. He rolled his eyes but ate off it anyway.

“Tell me about you from before,” Daryl said, turning around to lay back with his head in your lap. 

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

You smiled and sat your hand on his upper chest as you thought about his request. You weren’t even sure where to begin, honestly. You decided to first start with your family: your two sisters and mother and father. You told him about growing up on a farm, all the crap that came with it, and all the trouble you got up to.

You told him funny stories about you in high school and the friends you had. About all the silly fights you got into with your sisters and even your cousins. About when you ran away from home, but your mom caught you right before you skipped town. 

“College was nice. I made a lot of friends and had so much fun,” You said, putting the wine bottle down. You were definitely buzzed, and you knew Daryl was too from how he laughed freely along with you. 

You reached down and unbuttoned his shirt's first couple of buttons to gently run your fingers against his chest. “When I got accepted into medical school, me and my sisters got so drunk at the bar that the sheriff had to give us a ride home.”

“I woulda loved ya back then if we ever met,” Daryl said, looking up at you. 

“You wouldn’t have even looked twice. I was a farm-raised nobody.” 

He shook his head. “I woulda loved ya. Woulda saw you on the street and been a goner.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re crazy, that’s what you are.” You rubbed your hand against his upper chest; his skin was smooth other than old scars. With your other hand you grabbed the bottle and took a long sip. It was almost done. 

“Tell me about you from before.”

“Ya don’ wanna know about that. Probably would walk right on outta here.”

“I wouldn’t,” You cupped his cheeks and stared down at him. “It’s too cold outside for me to leave. I’d have to at least stay here until the sun was up.”

Daryl swatted your hands away and then begrudgingly told you about him. You already knew more than just the basics, such as how his mother and father died--and you knew how Merle died already. So he told you about his years in high school and how he was always either ditching or suspended for ditching. Which didn’t surprise you. 

He’d had a few friends that Merle didn’t fuck up for him, but after they graduated, they went off to college, and he stayed home.

“I was a piece shit, honestly, didn’ do nothin’ good for myself.” Daryl told you. 

“That’s not true,” You said, although you partially agreed with him. Not about the piece of shit part, but the old Daryl didn’t seem to make the best decisions and resembled nothing of the man you’d married. “Besides, you’re one of the strongest, bravest, smartest, and sexiest men I know.”

“One of ‘em? Who are the others?”

You laughed at his joke. “You know what I mean, old man.”

“It’s been a while since ya called me that. Didn’ realize till now just how much I missed it.” Daryl sat up and spun around. He grabbed you by the legs and pulled you closer, and you set your legs on his upper thighs, and his were outstretched behind you. 

You set your hands on either of his cheeks as your head swooned a little bit. You and him were definitely wine tipsy; enough to take the edges and awkwardness off. But you felt safe up in the treehouse, and you felt protected. You played with the scruff on his chin as he stared at you. 

“Do ya believe me?”

You nodded and pressed your forehead against his lips, getting a few soft kisses. You set your hands on his chest and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way so you could see his skin. You kissed his collarbone and wrapped your arms around his lower waist. His muscles were taunted under your fingertips, and you could feel him tensing each time you kissed him. 

Daryl mumbled your name, and his body relaxed against your touch. You scooted closer and moved your lips up his neck. You pushed his shirt off and ran your hands down his biceps; he was so muscular, so strong, even when relaxed. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingernails along the lengths of his arm, which left goosebumps in their wake. 

You moved your hand down his abdomen and to his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper for a second while running your tongue up the length of his neck. 

“Jesus Christ,” Daryl grunted. 

You smiled against his skin before pushing your hand between his jeans and briefs and palming his growing erection. You sucked gently on one of the spots on his neck you knew he loved, and you felt him grow even harder. 

One of Daryl’s hands reached up to pull out your braid, and your hair fell over your shoulders, tickling his skin, and he fisted his hand through your hair at the base of your head. You moaned as you sucked on his skin, dipping your hand into his briefs and running it along his velvety smooth skin. 

“You’re so hard, honey, is everything okay?” You whispered in his ear. 

His chest was moving up and down rapidly as he nodded. You squeezed him before wiping your thumb across his leaking precum tip. 

“So fuckin’ sexy.”

“Tell me what you want, old man.” You leaned back to look at his beautiful eyes. “Tell me how you want me.”

“On your knees.”

Not even a minute later, you were naked with your legs spread out, ass in the air, and Daryl was thrusting into you hard from behind. The position had him reaching parts inside of you you didn’t think were possible, and you struggled not to cry from how good it felt. 

Daryl’s hands held your hips tight as he slammed into you repeatedly. 

Then one of those hands wrapped around your hair, and he pulled you upwards. The pain from it was nothing compared to how good it felt being dominated like that, and you moaned loudly and closed your eyes. One hand wrapped around your middle, with a hand palming your breast, while the other gripped your hip. 

“Ya like that?” His breath was hot in your ear, sending chills down your body. “Ya gotta use ya words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, yes,” You were desperate. His hoarse voice in your ear and his grunts and moans were too much for you. “Daryl, I’m going to-.” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you were coming. You clenched around him as you moaned and pleaded his name louder than ever. 

“Such a good girl,” Daryl said. His thrusts were like torture through your orgasm, and you could hear how wet you were. 

“Daryl,” You moaned. You couldn’t believe this side of him; it had to have been the alcohol. He was never this talkative. 

“Ya want more, baby girl? Tell me what ya want.”

You couldn’t even think straight, and then when you felt his lips clamp down around your neck, your eyes rolled back, and you were speechless. But you thanked God Daryl wasn’t. 

“Ya so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“I missed this little pussy so bad, gorgeous.”

“Fuck, (Y/N)...”

“Suck on these for me, will ya, darlin’?”

Without even hesitating, you opened your mouth and sucked harshly on his fingers before they were ripped away from you, and within seconds you felt them rub against your clit in time with his thrusts. 

“Daryl…” You nearly yelled and leaned your head back against your shoulder. 

“Ya know how good ya taste, baby girl?” He asked before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. You turned to watch him; his cheeks hollowed as he sucked you off his fingers. Then he returned them to your clit for a few seconds before showing them in your mouth. 

You moaned against his fingers, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. His fingers were only on you for a few seconds before you nearly started yelling when you came again. 

“That’s right, baby girl,” He grunted, thrusting through your orgasm. “Tell me how much you like it?”

“Oh God, Daryl, so much.” You moaned loudly. “I need more of you.”

Your back hit the mattress pad, and he was slamming into you before you could blink. Your legs were jelly, and you couldn’t bring them up to wrap around his waist, so they went slack as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t fathom how much stamina he had tonight, nor all his dirty talk. 

“Daryl…” You whined as he repeatedly hit the same spot again and again, winding you up all over again. 

“I know, baby girl, I know.” His voice was so deep and hoarse in your ear, and you ran your fingernails along his back, making him groan. “‘M gonna fuckin’ cum inside of ya, fill ya up so good. Make ya mine.”

“I already am,” You whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, and you could feel yourself starting to get sore. Tears leaked from your eyes at how good it felt, and he paused for a second and looked at you, wiping them away. 

“Feel good?” He asked you under his breath. 

You nodded. “Keep going, hard.”

Daryl fucked you like he did the night that he asked you to marry him; hard, with his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth everywhere he could touch. You were sure you left scratches bleeding down his back as you came one more time before he did, filling you so much so you could feel it leaking out before he even finished. 

You winced when he pulled out of you before letting your sweaty body relax into the mattress bad. 

“Fuck,” Daryl muttered. “Darlin’, ya bleedin’.”

“Hmm?”

“I made ya bleed, I- I am so sorry.” 

You sat up partially and saw little blood on him. “It’s okay. It’s been a really long time since I had it like that. I’m just sore, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Are ya sure?”

You nodded, “Just get something to clean me off.”

He chuckled, gave you a yes, ma’am, and was gone for a second before he was back, taking care of you like he always did. Then he brought you into his arms, and you sighed with content against his chest. 

“We should drink like that more often. You were…”

“Don’ remind me.”

You smiled and looked up at him. “I loved it. Why haven’t you said anything like that before?”

“Just kept it up in my head, I guess.”

You snuggled closer to him under the warm blanket. “Well, I except to be called baby girl much more often, old man.”

“Ain’ an old man.”

***

The following day, you woke up to an erection digging into your back so hard you were sure it left it bruise, and you woke Daryl to give his body what it clearly wanted. The two of you made slow, tender love to each other for nearly an hour before your stomach grumbled too hard, and Daryl went to fetch you something to eat from the supplies you brought. 

After eating, you got dressed and went outside. The sun was shining again, and about a foot of beautiful, crystal snow had partially frozen over. Your boots crunched over it as you and Daryl worked to clear the platform and the parts of the roof you could reach. 

“I wanna walk around. I need to stretch my legs.” You told him as you grabbed your weapons. Your machete went to its usual home, but you left the bow behind. 

Daryl followed you down the rope ladder, and you both took a few seconds to look around the area before walking. Flurries were floating around from the branches above you and the wind, so when you looked at Daryl, his hair was coated in them. You knew yours must match. 

“You wanna know what I love most about you, Dixon.” You asked him. 

“What, Dixon?”

You smiled, your heart fluttering. “That you’re not what I expected you to be. When we first met.”

“What did you expect?”

You shrugged. “Some macho, manly man who didn’t have a care about anything in the world.”

“Ya sayin’ I ain’ manly?”

Laughing loudly, you looped your arm around his. “I’m not saying you aren’t. I’m just saying that you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. Both before and after. And I just really admire you for it.” Daryl blushed and shook his head, and you stood on your toes to kiss his red cheek. “Just as I said, sweet.”

Daryl grunted in response and said he was going to check the snares. You watched as he walked away, admiring him in his shawl and how he carried his crossbow. He was a perfect figure against snow blankets, and you bit your lip as you watched him. 

There was still lingering anxiety as you looked at him. You believed that he wouldn’t let what happened happen again. But you weren’t quite sure about it. He didn’t know the future. You didn’t. And it killed you to think that it could happen again. You weren’t sure if you could survive it. You barely survived it the first time--if you had, you wouldn’t have fallen into him again so quickly. You would’ve been able to let him walk out of your room at the kingdom and be content with never seeing him again. 

You sighed to yourself and crossed your arms. It was freezing but the fresh air felt nice against your rosy cheeks. And the surrounding area was so peacefully quiet that you wanted to bask in it. 

Something hit the back of your head, and you felt snow fall into the back of your jacket. You scoffed and turned again. “Did you really just throw a snowball at me, Dixon?” 

He had another one in his hand, about five yards from you. He tossed it into the air and caught it. “I did.”

“What are you, ten years old?” You asked but bent down to pick up snow in your own hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him about to throw another one at you, and you quickly jumped behind a tree. 

“Can’ hide from me, foreve’,” 

You smiled widely and leaned against the tree. You could hear the crunch of his footsteps, and when he was close enough, you ducked around the tree and jumped on his back. You shoved the snow into his face and laughed loudly. 

“I let ya do that,” Daryl said as he wiped snow off his nose.

Your boots hit the ground, and then Daryl grabbed you, pinning you against the tree before you even realized it. “You did not. You must be losing your touch in your golden years,” You said. 

“That ain’ what ya said last night.” Daryl dipped his head and whispered in your ear. “Think ya was tellin’ me how much ya need me.” His voice was deep, and you felt your stomach flip. 

You looked up at him as flashbacks of the night before and then this morning when he was buried deep inside you. You felt heat run straight through you, grabbed him by his shawl, and brought his lips to yours. You could still hear those words ringing in your head. 

Daryl pushed you against the tree with his body, and you reached down to palm him over his jeans. His lips moved quickly over yours, and his hands couldn’t find a spot to settle. 

“Gotta get ya back to the treehouse, huh?” He mumbled against your lips. 

You shook your head and unzipped his jeans. “Here.”

“It’s freezin’ out,”

“I don’t fucking care,” You said, kissing him again. 

Daryl groaned against your lips before stepping away and taking off his shawl. You were instantly touching him again, trying to reconnect your lips when he had you lie down on the shawl, and he worked at taking off your sweats. You could feel the cold from the snow as soon as your pants were off, but you ignored it. 

Your cold fingers worked at lowering his pants enough to get his cock out, and you had only just started moving your hand up and down when he swatted your hand away to spread your legs for him. You bit your lip at seeing him lining up to fuck you. 

His fingers were as cold as ice when he rubbed them against your clit and teased your opening. Your eyes screwed shut, and you moaned softly. “Don’t tease me.”

He didn’t say anything as he thrust hard into you, which had you nearly yelling in arousal. Your fingers locked around his neck as he fucked you. You could feel snow everywhere, and your legs tingled with cold, but it was exhilarating. Having him fuck you outside like this. 

“Fuck, ya so wet, baby girl,” Daryl grunted in your ear. “All for me.”

***

You and Daryl arrived at Alexandria four days later, hand in hand. Eugene was manning the gate, and he was happy to see the two of you. There were a few other people on watch. Some of them Daryl hadn’t met you, so you introduced them. The streets were slushy, and you kept slipping next to him as you walked toward your house. 

"(Y/N)!”

You smiled as soon as you heard Judith yelling for you, and when you saw her running as fast as she could, you dropped Daryl’s hand to meet her halfway. You scooped her up and spun her around before putting her back on the ground and cupping her cheeks. “I missed you so much, Jude.” You said. 

“You missed the first snow,” She whined. “We didn’t get to have our annual snowball fight. And you were gone longer than you said you’d be.”

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. I came as soon as Adam cleared me.”

“Can I see your scar?” She asked with excitement. 

You laughed and nodded. “Later. Look who’s with me.”

Judith looked around you and smiled wide when she saw her uncle. “Daryl!”

You smiled as she threw herself into his arms, and then the door opened, and Michonne walked out in her pajamas. She was thrown off when she saw you but quickly came over to hug you. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise the kids.” You said, adjusting the bow on your shoulder. You lowered your voice and looked at your best friend, who kept glancing back at Daryl. “We want to work things out. I want to work things out. I love him.”

She slowly smiled and nodded. “I’m happy to see it. Is he moving back in?”

“Yeah, but we can move into one of the emptier houses.”

“No, I want you with me,” Michonne told you. “And it would break Judith and RJ's heart if you did.”

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[SOFT SNORING]

Ivan: Br-… [COUGHING] Ivan: Ow-.. Christ.

Bruno: Hi… Ivan: [hoarsely] It’s been a while, huh? Bruno: Wha-.. oh, the beard.

Ivan: Bet mine ain’t changed. Bruno: [shakes his head] Ivan: Didn’t think so.

[Bruno tries his best to laugh but all he manages to produce is a choked sob]

Ivan: C’mere-… [WHEEZE] Ivan: It’s okay, I’m okay.

Bruno: [sobs] You weren’t. Ivan: Y’not kiddin’. Bruno: I thought I’d lost you.

Ivan: I kinda figured I was a goner n’ all, scared the crap outta me. Bruno: [sniffs] Me too. Ivan: What a shit sho-.. ugh, the fuck is this thing in my throat?

Bruno: A feeding tube, they’ll probably take it out now. Ivan: Wha-.. was I in a coma? Bruno: Just sedated, it’s been a week.. or two? I’ve lost track of time.

Ivan: What happened afterward? Is everyone okay? ..Oscar? Bruno: Uhm, mostly.. Leah didn’t make it. Ivan: Fuck-.. I’m sorry, I know y’were close.

Bruno: She’d only tell me to get a grip... Oscar’s okay though, n’ Courtney finally had the baby too; Robin. Ivan: Holy shit, no way? Bruno: Way.

Ivan: Cute, I bet they’re smitten. Bruno: Uh-huh. Ivan: Awh, I wanna meet him.

Bruno: Have you ever thought about having kids? Ivan: [wheeze laughs] Bruno: What?

Ivan: You feelin’ okay? Talkin’ bout the future all of a sudden. Bruno: Maybe I oughta embrace the future. Ivan: Aye, maybe-.. let’s talk when I ain’t seconds away from barfin’ up this manky tube, eh?

Bruno: Yeah, I’ll find a nurse. Ivan: Thanks for stayin’ with me, by the way. Bruno: I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

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The Stress of an Election - Marmien

Word Count: 743

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The election campaign was causing a lot of excitement across the city. It was expected that the young lawyer with little experience in both life and in politics would have survived the process of getting political backing to even begin his campaign.

Yet, despite the odds, Damien survived that and two election debates. He was truly the underdog that was shooting up the popularity rankings. But just as a pendulum swings to and fro, so too did this approval rating come with a cost of fierce opposition.

-

"- could have some sort of negative consequence if I make even one mistake. And you know as well as I do that my family will not be there to support me, which further backs the claim that I'm merely doing this for attention."

Mark, lounging on the sofa in the living room of his family home, watched with furrowed eyebrows as Damien paced the length of the coffee table. His words were as quick as his steps, doing nothing but amplifying the fears he had skilfully kept hidden from everyone else in the small circle of trusted confidants.

"What if I ruin everything?" At last, the pacing came to a halt as Damien turned to Mark. "I'm running an election campaign on a shoestring budget, ten years earlier than I planned because I allowed my parents to push me into this so I could be of use to them. And when I refused their money so they couldn't turn that into 'favours owed' down the line, they upped my office hours!"

"Damesy…"

"So now I'm juggling two full-time jobs when I should be in a position to take a career break because I can't afford to take time off work. But on the other hand, I'm already too far to back out."

Oh no. The pacing had resumed. This time, it was paired with the frantic rolling of one hand over another. Mark knew the gesture well as one of Damien's clear anxious ticks. He normally hid it well, but if anyone on the opposite team caught wind of it, Damien would be a goner.

A thought briefly crossed Mark’s mind as to whether he should find something to help alleviate the stress by channelling it into a held item. An idea for another time, for sure. Right now… If Damien was left to stew any longer, his worry would likely bubble over into a panicked mess.

It was time to act.

"Damesy…" The affectionate pet name was repeated as Mark got to his feet and snatched both of Damien's hands in his. "The people love you. You chose to run so the common people would have a voice that wasn’t tainted. You don’t speak for the rich snobs who already have other politicians in their back pockets. You’re already making waves and getting people to pay attention.”

“Yes, but -”

“Those who don’t like you can see the change you’re bringing. It was easy to keep the status quo when the majority weren’t paying attention, yes?” Mark’s question earned him a slow nod from Damien. “It means you’re doing everything right. Things wouldn’t be easy otherwise, and where’s the fun in that?”

“Easy for you to say.” Damien huffed, glancing aside. “You’re the one who could break an antique vase and still have everyone loving you by the end of it. I wish I could back out, but it would prove everyone right -”

Words were not going to help quell the worries in the young politician’s mind, so Mark opted to lean forward and kiss Damien on the forehead. When the action prompted a brief pause, he ducked down just enough to peck Damien’s lips.

“What you need right now,” he murmured, refusing to move too far back, “is a nice cup of tea, a chance to sit down, and something else to worry about. I mean, not that I’d know anything…”

“Mark…?” When the actor coyly stepped back, Damien reached out to grab his wrist. “What else is going on?”

“I mean… You didn’t hear this from me, but our childhood friend with the yard brush for a face accessory was an absolute buffoon when he came with me to the theatre’s band practice yesterday.” The opening line was all he needed to have Damien’s attention shift away from the worries of today. Mark seized the opportunity to pull Damien close to him, wrap an arm around his waist, and lead him into the kitchen.

[ejzah]

The Agent and the Fireman, Part 14

***

“Oh, look who graced us with his presence,” Jerry called out as he walked into the office where Deeks was completing the monthly duty schedule. “You’ve been spending so much time with your Fed friends, I thought you might have jumped ship.”

“Yeah, because there’s an ongoing case where they need my expertise,” Deeks said with a smirk that had gotten him out of any number of minor scuffles in his younger days.

“Doesn’t hurt that there’s your lady agent friend there. What’s her name again?”

“Nice try.”

“It was worth a shot. So, is it safe to say you’re smitten?” Jerry continued, not all dissuaded from his purpose. Deeks paused, debating if he say anything. As much time as he and Deeks had spent together recently, they hadn’t exactly discussed any parameters for their fledgling relationship.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure there weren’t any listening ears around, and lowered his voice.

“I’ve never met anyone like her before. She’s fearless, says what’s on her mind, has this insane laugh. It’s actually more of a cackle than a laugh. The day she got trapped in that building, I swear she was ready to punch me out when I picked her up and carried her out of there.”

“But then she got a good feel of those muscles, and she was a goner,” Jerry teased. “She actually sounds a little like Monica.”

“Hey, we do not go there,” Deeks reminded Jerry with a jab of his finger. “She’s nothing like Monica.”

Jerry shook his head, looking fondly irritated. “Only you would stumble upon a hot federal agent, and actually start dating her.”

“Speaking of said “hot” agent,” Deeks said, picking up his phone as it started ringing. Jerry craned his neck to look over Deeks’ shoulder, but he’d entered Kensi’s contact information under KB. “Looks like they’re in need of my expertise again.” With a grin, Deeks put his phone to his ear.

“You know, you’re really annoying when you’re in love,” Jerry said under his breath.

***

Kensi had given Deeks the address they thought Jason McHenry might be holed up in, but apparently needed his advice on some device they’d found.

She met him as soon as he pulled across the street from a small industrial building. She wore a vest and hand a rifle strapped to her right thigh.

“Kensi, what’s going on?”

“We tracked McHenry here from his mother. You were right, she dropped a payment at a P.O. box yesterday. We took her in, and she eventually gave us this address,” she explained. “We have people watching both exits.”

“That sounds promising,” Deeks said.

“It is. Except for the device rigged to the front door.” Kensi lead him to a small barricade set up nearby where he could see Agents Hanna and Callen standing. “Given his tendency to burn evidence, we used a camera to check and found this.”

They’d reached the barricade by now, and Sam wordlessly handed him a small tablet. He and Callen both wore protective vests and were armed as well.

Tilting the screen away from the sun, Deeks peered at the captured image. There were a multitude of wires and other electrical pieces that made defining the device’s purpose difficult.

“There’s components similar to the last incendiary device you found, but this one does look like it’s rigged to trigger when the door is opened,” Deeks said slowly, enlarging the picture and working his way from one side to the other. “Yeah, there’s a trigger of sorts connected to this wire.”

“Can we disarm it?” Callen asked.

“Possibly. Though I’d need better imaging and possibly a live camera to be safe.” Deeks looked up briefly to find all three agents watching him closely.

“You tell me where to cut and I’ll do it,” Sam told him confidently.

“Sam’s our resident unofficial bomb defuser,” Kensi explained.

“Mm, should I be worried that you have the need for a designated bomb defuser on the team?” he asked, focused on the picture once again.

“Ok, enough chitchat,” Sam interrupted. “Let’s get some more pictures and—”

“Wait!” Deeks pressed a hand to Sam’s chest, physically holding him back. “There’s a secondary fuse on a time control,” he said, gesturing to the picture. “It’s already been triggered. Everybody needs to move now.”

“How long we got?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea,” Deeks said, nodding towards the building. “It could be any second, especially with how long ago he must have triggered it.”

“Alright, everybody evacuate,” Callen ordered, gesturing for Kensi and Deeks to move ahead of him. Deeks heard Sam contacting someone over his radio and giving similar directions as they ran across the street.

They’d just crossed onto the opposite side when a massive explosion rocked the earth around them. Deeks heard Kensi shout his name as he was knocked to the ground, someone crashing into him as he fell.

***

A/N: Bet you weren’t expecting that!

Once again, yes I know that this is not how things work. Just accept the modicum of procedurally stuff and pretend that it all makes sense.

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The So-Called Monster Hunter (Blue Lock)

Muahahaha, I've done it! I've finished the Lee!Isagi fic! :D It only took *looks at calender*...We're not gonna talk about that. *Throws it over shoulder* Heyo everyone! Blue Lock- as always- has my heart in a chokehold, so I'm embracing it with some good ol' Bachisagi! They've taken my heart and ran with it, so might as well put them in a fic! I hope you like it :D

Summary: While watching a horror movie, Isagi makes a rather bold claim. Bachira decides to test that theory."

“She’s gonna die.” Isagi shook his head with a click of his tongue as the woman on screen raced up the stairs, completely ignoring the front door. “She’s only further trapping herself in. Unless she plans on jumping off the balcony, she’s a goner.”

“You sound like you have it all figured out- how you’d avoid the serial killer.” Bachira smiled from his spot across Isagi’s lap, head against his thighs as the other played with his hair. It was a slow night, so they decided to watch a movie. Why they picked such a cheesy horror film was beyond Bachira, but he liked listening to his boyfriend’s commentary.

“I suppose- though I guess in real life if I were being chased by a serial killer, I’d probably panic too.” Isagi winced when said killer finally caught up with the woman, bringing down her demise in a rather gruesome manner. “Told you.”

“Ew.” Bachira made a face, turning his face further into Isagi’s thigh as the scene played out. “Gross. Why’d we choose this movie again?”

“I can put something else on?” Isagi offered, looking for the remote.

“Nah, nah- it’s fine.” Bachira smiled, nuzzling his face further into Isagi’s thigh. “Besides- you can protect me from all the bad stuff in the movie right?”

“Of course I can.” Isagi declared proudly, trying not to let his voice crack at the sudden tickle shooting up his leg. “Nothing scares me! I can take on any monster there is!”

“Any monster?” Bachira asked, scooting upward so he was halfway in Isagi’s lap, turning to look up at him.. “Frankenstein?”

“I’ll undo all his stitches!” Isagi nodded confidently.

“A Mummy?”

“I’ll tug his wrappings and send him spinning like a top!”

“Dracula?”

“Hm..that one might be tough.” Isagi thought about it. “Garlic. And holy water.”

“How will you get holy water?” Bachira asked, intrigued.

“By boiling the hell out of it.” Isagi giggled at his dumb joke, laughing even more when Bachira snorted. “But yeah! I can take on any monster- bring them on!”

“Any monster, eh?” Bachira was grinning now, the mood shifting as he scooted up to be in line with his belly. “Okay Monster Hunter- how about the greatest monster of them all?”

“Greatest monster?” Isagi asked, unintentionally sealing his fate.

“The monster feared by all the land…the TICKLE MONSTER!” Bachira dived forward, blowing the biggest raspberry he could against Isagi’s clothed belly. The brunette let out a shocked yelp of laughter, arching against the couch. It lasted two seconds before his back slammed into the cushions once more, bubbly laughter spilling over his lips as Bachira’s hands worked his sides.

“Ah! Ahehahahahahhhaha! B-Bahahahhahchira, dohohohoohohon’t!” Isagi giggled out, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrists weakly. “Cohoohohohme ohohoohon, noohohoohohoho fahahahhahhair!”

“No fair? But you said you could take on any monster!” Bachira giggled as he pushed his boyfriend down onto his side, worming one hand up his shirt while the other continued lightly pinching and prodding his waist. “Don’t tell me you were lying?”

“Ohoohoohohf cohohohoohuse nhoohohohoht!” Isagi cackled as he rolled on his back, squeaking upon feeling Bachira’s fingers on his belly. “I juhuhuuhust wahahhahhsn’t prhehehehhpahahahhahred!”

“Uh huh. Sure you weren’t~” Bachira cooed, delight in his eyes at Isagi’s smiling face. “All the monsters you claim you can take, but the tickle monster isn’t one of them? Shame, Isagi, shame! Looks like we’ll have to get you ready!” He leaned in so his mouth was inches from the other’s ear, hands working random patterns and shapes against his skin. “Unless you want the big bad tickle monster to keep on tickling you. I bet you like this, huh?”

“Bahahhahahahahhachirahhahahahahaha!” Isagi squealed, lightly pushing at Bachira’s shoulders as the other’s hands found his hips, squeezing rhythmically. His face flushed an impressive shade of red, eyes squeezed shut as Bachira continued whispering dastardly teases in his ear. “Dohoohohoohon’t shahahahahhahy thahahhhahahat! Geahhahahahahahaa! Not fhahahahahhair!”

“The tickle monster doesn’t play fair, Isagi~” Bachira cooed, blowing a raspberry against Isagi’s cheek before ducking his head down, kissing beneath his jaw. His hands relocated to Isagi’s sides, going right for his lower ribs just to hear him scream. “The tickle monster only plays to win.”

“BAHHHAHAHHAHCHIRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Isagi shrieked, his squirms increasing against the couch when his worst spots were being attacked. Flailing, kicking his feet, trying to tickle him back- nothing worked against Bachira like this. He was effectively trapped. “OOHOHOHOKAY! OHHOOHOKAY YOU WIHIHIIHN NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“I did? Yay!” Bachira cheered, his hands retreating along with his face as he watched Iagi gasp for air. Leaning in so his chin rested against his balled fists, he blinked sweetly up at his boyfriend, giggling when the other glared. “You’re cute when you're all red like that, you know? Like a strawberry.”

“Wh-What? Ugh.” Isagi flopped back down, unable to stay mad as he felt Bachira snuggle into him. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“Yep!” Bachira replied, popping the ‘p’. “I’m your dork!”

“So you are.” Isagi rolled his eyes fondly, running his fingers through Bachira’s hair. Just then, a woman screamed; yet another victim to the movie killer. Bachira yelped and buried his face into Isagi’s chest, hiding from the scene. “Can we watch something else? I hate gore.”

“On it.” Isagi didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the remote and exiting out of the movie. “Is Kiki’s Delivery Service alright with you?”

“Perfect.” Bachira smiled, snuggling in as the music played, letting himself get lost in the story.

Thanks for reading!

[rreskk]

Before the storm

CHAPTER 4: Confessing 

Summary: Trevor invited himself round and your feelings were beginning to stir.

‘Hate to love, love to hate’--> HERE Chapter 3--> HERE

You were experiencing withdrawal symptoms from the telephone. You always seem to have this urge, an urge to dial his number and just talk. You’ve spent the following morning pacing around your living room floor; wondering, hoping, fearing? You weren’t sure if he was actually going to turn up, yet you believed his words, without any persuasion at all. Today’s weather forecast was horrific; heavy snows and pouring rain. You began pondering about what you were going to do. Snowed in with Trevor, if he comes? It sent you butterflies but hardcore nerves that you are beginning to break out in sweat.

That was until the doorbell rang and the shadow of a tall man darkened your hallway. The black reflection of his hair being tossed around by the wind; you knew it was him. The time was just about reaching 11am. You’ve been waiting since 8. Now you were cowering behind the door in case he sees you through the stained glass window. Not trying to seem eager, you made some noises so it seemed like you were busy with something…. And not waiting, just for him. A few more seconds later, you reached for the door handle and opened it slyly; the gush of North Yankton’s cool air invading your home. Refusing to look ahead, you gazed at the shoes before adjusting sight to the man who was not Trevor at all.

“Here’s your package, ma’am.” The guy (dressed in a blue uniform) said while handing a small box. He rushed away after you’ve confusingly collected the package, jumping back into his white van, leaving you embarrassed and ashamed.

All the energy built up to answer the door, you were burnt out and secretly annoyed. You couldn’t wait long enough for the weirdo to drop by. If he’s going to include you into his schedule, only during night times, then he is a goner.

Sneering at the thought of where he might be, you were unaware of the person jogging up to your driveway. Your back was turned and the moment you went to close the door, a hand grasped your clothed shoulder.

“What’s in the box?” The deep voice tormented.

Being spooked momentarily, you rotated to face Trevor who held a cocky grin. His cheeks were rosy due to jogging in this temperature. You found it adorable.

“Hey, Trevor.” Your tone was significantly low, refusing to overexcite his presence. It was very revealing. You could tell considering his eyes squinted with hidden amusement.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. Whatcha got in that package of yours? A dildo?”

Expecting nothing more of his commentary, you guided him towards your humble home, exiling the frosty skies. Trevor threw off his iconic green coat slimly. He was thinner than you thought. You could visualise his boniness from under the creased t-shirt that was half tucked in the blue, tattered jeans. The man leaped and began violating your sofa with his repulsive scent, thinking nothing of his physique.

“So,” Breaking the silence, you continued to hold the box in your hands, “What would you like to do?”

“What? Oh, oh yeah! I’m gettin’ bored of being with Mikey all the time. Thought I’d spend the day here.” Trevor yawned.

You watched him intently. He was focussed on the TV, slumping in his seat. He looked like he belonged here. How calm he seems, he pretends as though he pays the bills of this house.

“Michael is still bothering you?”

Trevor shrugged, “Gettin’ the feelin’ he ain’t appreciating my friendship.”

Friendship? At this rate, you’d think he was going through a divorce. The dedication of this thoughts that are buried with Mikey, you wouldn’t be surprised if they had something more than friendship. A situationship.

“Whatever. I hope you appreciate me, right?”

Deep in thought- you weren’t aware of the direct question. You were stood there, inches from the sofa, hand settled down right behind the pillow he was shifting in. Trevor frowned and clicked his fingers in front of your face.

“Sunshine! Helloooo?”

Suppressing your rising concerns, you gave him a small smile, “Sorry, I zoned out a bit.”

Trevor rose his eyebrows, “No fuckin’ shit, girl. Come take a seat,” He patted the empty space next to him, “Let’s get comfortable.”

Sitting down beside the stinky man, you’ve came to the conclusion that he probably doesn’t have a place to stay. The anxiety that he’s using you for a home. While you don’t want to judge so quickly, the way he’s losing weight and letting his hair mangle… His whole appearance is shakenly handsome yet so dirty. He’s the definition of a drug user.

“You don’t wanna see Brad?” You inquired.

“Brad? I don’t know. He’s alright… I guess,” Trevor chimed, “Better than Mikey but he’s not the type of guy I wanna… Personally be around. I have no emotional connection with him. He’s more of a work partner.”

And Michael has an emotional connection with him? How strange. Whatever happened to their relationship, you’ll always wonder.

“Oh.”

Trevor gazed towards your vacant face, “You seem dreamy today, sugar. Was there an actual bomb in that box of yours? Have you got shell shock?”

“No,” You laughed, “I haven’t opened it. It’s probably a gift from my parents for Christmas. I can’t make it over this year.”

“That’s a shame. Why can’t you?”

“I’m busy with work.” You smiled.

Trevor scowled deeply, “You workin’ at Christmas?”

Nodding your head, he reacted as if you murdered his whole family.

“What the fuck? That is definitely a mental illness! You workaholic, I need to convert you! Why don’t I take you out drinking for Chrissy? Ay? Your little café can wait.”

“On Christmas? No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. It’s only a morning shift.” You dismayed with a chuckle.

He didn’t seem to understand and held a tight grudge. His face moved closer to yours.

“Baby, you are on minimum wage and you are happy to work in that shit condition?”  

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes trespassed your nostrils and almost caused you to choke. It was inhumanly rotten. It smells as though he has corpses decomposing in his body. Suddenly your idealised image of him collapsed when facing the reality of Trevor.

“Friends help each other. I wanna make sure you ain’t wasting your life.” He insisted.

“You’re such a tease.” Mindlessly avoiding any confrontation due to tension- you pleaded for nothing more than peace and quiet.

“Hm?” His voice is beginning to exotically please you. The way he’d rumble, it held you at gunpoint. He was devastatingly fuckable. Wait. FUCKABLE? Without any false hope or modesty in your mind, it seizes the moment to uncomplicate repressed emotions. AKA, your desire to him. Being around him automatically destroys your filter. You had a mask of glass. There is no way to deny it.

“Sorry, what was that?” You deadpanned despite the awakening inside you.

“Ha, ha, ha!” Trevor mocked, “Very funny. I’m being serious though. A pretty face like you can’t be doing hard labour. I’d be the happiest man alive if I ever saw you stripping-“

You gave him a look of fury and he chuckled amongst his words.

“-not saying you should be! But you have the beauty of one. Natural beaut- No, wait. I meant not in general- Fucks sake. I didn’t mean to sound creepy!” He stuttered and grew disappointed in his mistake. Before he began falling off trail, you’d give him sneaky glances, the reason he tripped over his own words.

“Creepy?” You playfully smirked, “Why? You? Creepy? Not at all!” Sarcasm dripping from your mouth.

Trevor tried to seem unimpressed but couldn’t help break into a series of giggles. You shook your head with a grin, getting more comfortable around him.

“Okay, fine. I surrender to being creepy! You got me, sugar.”

“I didn’t know we were debating over that, sugar…”

“So what? You are using my words against me?” He eyed you as if you were his prey, “I like this game.”

It intimidated you. His pupils grew small and the colour of brown was tricked into flaring red and dark. Michael wasn’t joking about his abnormality. How inhuman it was to throw all your flaws into the eyes. You could see him through the thick and thin when devouring the look of his pupils. It told you a story of his rebellion and his uncontrollable danger. It was uncomfortably interesting.

You quickly collected the TV remote (horrified by him) and ruffled away from the man, “The game is over. What would you like to watch?”

He noticed your sudden change in mood and closely examined your bodily structure. Tense shoulders, wide eyes, dense legs, tightly closed mouth. You were stressed.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” Trevor assisted with great detail, “You were having fun not even seconds ago? Now you are squeezed in the corner like a cat with dementia.”

Demented cat? If he wasn’t an animal himself, you’d be damned.

“Nothing? I just wanted to give you space.”

His laugh antagonised your ears.

“Baby, space? If I wanted space, I’d get my space. Yeah?”

You nodded and reflected on your awareness. Play along and keep it cool then he won’t notice a thing.

“Now, since you’ve politely asked, let’s watch something cosy. Hm?” Trevor voiced, “How about a good old fashioned comedy. It seems as though you need a source of light to suck the misery out of your pussy paws.”

“Pussy paws? Nice, Trevor, very creative.” You muttered.

He hurled out a pathetic whine, “Just shut your bipolar mouth up and get back here, I’m gettin’ cold!”

“Use my blanket.”

“What? A fuckin’ blanket? What are you? My grandma?”

“Yes, Trevor. I am your goddamn Grandmother.” You snapped before routing out a good movie for you two to watch.

“I like your spunk, girl. If you get any sharper, I might just let you cut me with razor blades,” He whistled. “Obviously I’m joking. In case you fall into another phase of neglecting me.”

“Neglecting you?”

“Yeah! You neglect my feelings. I say something funny and you move away in a little temper.”

You huffed, “If that’s how you put it.”

“That is exactly how I put it,” Trevor tuned, “Now we have our affairs in order, can we just chillax, please? I didn’t turn up for nothin’.”

“What did you turn up for?”

He draped an arm sluggishly around your tense shoulder and released a deep groan. His head rolled back and you found yourself admiring his neck and collarbone. The way his white shirt would sink, showing hints of his pale shoulder; you sucked in your lips and refused to look anymore. It’ll only worsen your likeness of the delinquent.

“All these questions, how are you not runnin’ out? Am I that interesting? Jesus, whatever. I wanted to come and steal all your belongings.” You could tell he was mocking your peak interest and rolled your eyes.

The intro to the movie began. Your posture smoothly sunk into the seats of the sofa, settling beside the cause of your stresses. His thin arm engrossed your shoulders, pulling you closer and the sharp sensation of his bone clashing against your thick skin was itching your concern. It was daunting and praying for an excuse to detach yourself physically from the drug user isn’t going to come easy. Not unless you simply steer the gas and help yourself from the situation. You gonna get some meat onto his body if he considers you a friend. Taking his word for your own, friends help each other. You are doing him a massive favour.

“How could I forget? Let me get some food for us.”

The floor was absolutely covered in filth and leftover crumbs of the snacks you pulled out from the cupboards. You both decided to do a movie marathon, being hypnotised by the silver square screen that sat not even a feet away from the sofa. Trevor was hunched back with his legs upon your lap, stuffing his face with some chocolate bars and chips. It wasn’t a bother but a relief to see him eat something, and not waste his minutes breathing in the toxic chemicals of meth or whatever drugs he uses. His presence finally lashed out a beautiful comforting aura. There was no tormenting teasing or surprising debates, it was just a shared interest in entertaining movies.

There were moments you’d ponder into his occupied eyes and grow a sickening intuition that he’ll mark himself important in your future. His reoccurring theme of forcing himself into your life, startling your lifestyle, commenting on your hopes and dreams. Trevor’s need of 24/7 social energy is screaming at you in the face. He won’t simply go away without turning up again. The future you’ve planned out, you might have to reconstruct and base it of his personality. If you were going to avoid him in later life, you are going to act sooner than later, or you’ll be sorry. Or so you thought. Trevor’s entitled and rugged demeanour made you realise that maybe you should consider alternative paths. If you wanted to make a life out of yourself, you are going to need people along the way. Although you are not a user, Trevor would be helpful in discussing useful paths of business and routing your way through the ups and downs. Without him, you’d be relying on your own motivation, something that has been an issue since your early teens, considering you are still unable to process the feeling of quitting your full-time at the café.

You were tempted to scream and bust his eardrums for all the new emotions he’s making you feel. You’ve been in love before but never have experienced this thought process. Damn! You’ve never experienced someone like Trevor before. He was so hauntingly unforgettable. A few weeks ago, you’d be working overnight, now you were sat beside a homicidal maniac, recycling all the reasons he could be worth the time. Would he? The question was still unanswered. If Trevor wants you to stick around, he’ll have to prove his usefulness and gain your provided trust. He was sly enough to be allowed in your home, but he’ll have to try harder if he wants to carry on abusing your sad little crush on him.

“I’ve seen that actor before.” Trevor highlighted.

You had grown to the realisation that you’ve been staring daggers into his beady eyes. He was returning your peering glimpse and held a steady finger to the TV screen. You quickly averted your gaze and followed his gesture.

“Oh, yeah. He’s been in a lot of movies.”

He tilted his head, “I swear I saw him on a television show… I just can’t remember which one.”

Small talk was new, especially with Trevor’s smart tongue. It resurrected your insight of his manner.

“The late night one? He pops up every now and then. I haven’t really caught up with the shows anymore. I’m starting to prefer magazines.” You’d reply.

“You are a reader? Jesus, girl!” Trevor bullied, “That’s so boring. I’d rather watch a 12 hour documentary about deforestation.”

“That is exaggeration!”

He chuckled at your words. His smile gleamed, showing his faded laughing lines and rose-tinted cheeks.

“Exaggeration is my middle name.”

“I thought your middle name was creepy?”

Trevor jumped forward to tickle you as revenge for your playful insult. He held a snarky grin, hands waving itself across your stomach that suffocatingly destroyed you. Giving in to his tickle attack, you snorted and baffled while trying to cover up your funny spots.

“Stop!” You’d cackle.

He was hovering above your lying body and grazed his finger tips upon your neck, watching you laugh until you couldn’t breathe. The man found it hilarious himself before the cheery laughs died down and his face was inches away from yours. The profound exhaustion and tension made your blood rush up to your face. Glowing like a tomato in the dawn of Spring, you gulped at his unreeling eyes. Trevor seemed to be bewildered at the position as well and synched further away, disconnecting your bodily warmth. The cold air mounted your skin, missing the heaviness of his weight on you. The man crawled back to his side of the sofa and reached for the remote control. You remained struct in the lying position, staring at his emptiness. You’d realise how painful it was to be neglected moments before satisfaction. Guessing you’d do this to Trevor many times in the past, isolating yourself after a violation of your comfort zone, but this was out of character. Even for you.  

“Everything alright?” You questioned.

Trevor shrugged, “Yeah.”

He was blunt to the core. You were guilty with no evidence of reasoning.

“I don’t think you are.”

“Oh, why is that?” The ridiculed tone sent shivers down your spine. His grungy attitude coiled and warried away the joyful atmosphere.

“What is wrong?” You demanded.

Trevor gave you a side glare, “You are confusing.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Trevor hurried, “You are fuckin’ confusing, [Y/n]. I don’t know what you want. Every time I try and be friends, you push me away. When I was tickling you, I was fuckin’ touching you! You didn’t even batter an eye. What exactly is your issue with me, ‘cos there is something up. I’m not gonna pretend like you refused to look at me earlier today.”

Since when did he finally reach to that conclusion? Was he just holding it in, suppressing until the tickle attack? If he’s the one to talk, then you could run for America with all the reason’s you’d like to confront his ass.

“I was warming at you. Not everyone can adjust quickly.”

“What are you implying?” The man spat.

“You are taking this too personally, Trevor. You don’t expect me to be all happy dappy for a weekday morning? Especially when I know you are quite the individual. I’m tense now, like I was earlier, because I cannot understand you!”

“Understand me?” Trevor laughed, “Fuck right off! What don’t you understand?”

Processing your untameable thoughts, it slipped out unwillingly.

“I don’t understand why I like you! You… You are prone to violence and drugs! Yet I can’t look at you in the eye without feeling… Feeling things! Is that what you wanted to hear? You are quick to judge! The moment you began running your mouth with all the catcalls and fucking weird compliments, I still find myself attracted to it! I barely know you!”

Trevor took in your confession as he held a strong breath, his mouth twitching to form a timid smile. You were bright crimson after the embarrassing rant. Cowering behind your shaky hands, you felt him shift close. His hand met your lower back and his mouth just about touching your ear.

“Damn, sugar, I bet you feel light after saying all that, huh?” He tried to comfort.

“Shut up, Trevor. It’s not easy to say.”

The man rubbed your back, “I know, I know. Take it easy, there is no rush.”

“Rush for what?” You asked.

“Your feelings. I’ll have to admit it, [Y/n], I’d love to find myself a girl like you.”

He was also confessing and suggesting a date. You were overwhelmed.

“Trevor, I really don’t know what I wan-“

“Hey, take it easy. Remember? I’ll leave now. I’ve got somewhere to be with Brad, Lester and Mikey. I’ll give you a call… Or give me a call, anytime. I’ll answer.”

[kellopot]

12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12. What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

MAN . . THERES SO MANY . . But probably masquerade 🥴 totally not bias or anything 🤡 considering it’s one of the ONLY events I’ve written some silly drabbles for I think it shows but yeah HERS is probably masquerade bc rin thinks she gets to go on a silly date with the dragon if you ignore the fact someone’s trying to eradicate magic from twst! (I have not even watched it another clown moment this is my impression of what happened during the event)

I guess PORTFEST also comes to mind??? BUT THATS YOUR FAULY AI AND YOU KNOW IT (I have also not seen it) sunflower appearance . .

Have a silly little (old VERY old) snippet of the masquerade 🐉🌻 I wrote for self indulgence before the event came out:

Back when they’d first met, she had the feeling she would be washed away, as if the tide had come in and she was standing at the shore with her feet already knee level deep. Then he’d opened his mouth and spoke with that terrible voice and she’d been a goner ever since. Granted, he spoke to her as if he weren’t really paying attention, which only made her want to tease him more.

Maybe she liked him less now, but she knew it wasn’t the truth when the sky finally streaks with purple and Malleus turns with a smirk to make a remark— something like “Purple is the color of royalty, perhaps you should start donning it since you like to act as important as one so often”— and all she can feel are pools of familiar burning desires.

It wasn’t that she liked him less, only that she’d gotten used to liking him too much.

“If we’re picking colors for each other, I’d like to see you in white,” she waves a hand at his dark attire, “I know your fondness of black stems back towards your family but I wouldn’t mind being the one to wear black for once.” When he didn’t respond, she finally touched his shoulder lightly with a finger— their form of a punch in the shoulder because Malleus was apparently too fragile for a punch. That, and the fact Sebek looked like he would start screaming in her face when she brought it up once. “Come on, you’d look good in white. I know you would.”

“Of course,” he sniffs, and whatever bout that he’d experienced was over and he was back to huffing at her and curling his fingers into hers and sharing warmth with her through the small connection of theirs they didn’t acknowledge, “Stay in white. Both of us shall wear white,” he finally intones, the kind of voice he reserved only when trying and failing to put up a front.

“What, like a wedding?”, she laughs, and though he chuckles along, the thought of weddings didn’t really make her insides squirm, discomforted as much as it would in the past. Another thing that she would blame on the holier-than-thou Malleus Draconia, once she stopped falling for his warm, soft laughter over and over again.

[sweetmusingss]

Renee smirked when hearing your words, never being so turned on by someone before. She had worn her top - or lack there of - specifically to get a reaction out of you. She was fully a goner when she heard you speaking French, wishing she could understand what you were saying but just knowing that it was something super sexy. She definitely understood the ‘mon amour’ part. She smirked down at you, so turned on by your dominance. You were so dominant with her despite your size and it was so damn hot. “I only wore this top in mind with you wanting to take it off of me all night,” she whispered to you, breathing heavier as she stared at you with dark eyes. She ran her hands slowly up your sides before carefully pulling your dress off and throwing it to the floor, biting hard into her lower lip as she took the time to admire your body. “God, I missed you so fucking much…”

“That’s a very naughty and dirty thought for you to have. You wanted to tease me all night?” I grip her wrists once she had taken my dress off, pinning them to the wall behind her so she couldn’t move. “I don’t like knowing that other people were staring at you and wanting to touch you... only I can touch you.” I kiss along her neck, nipping at her jaw, knowing I was bound to leave marks but I didn’t care. Renee seemed the type to walk around with hickies and not care at all, and I wanted the world to see that she was taken especially if I couldn’t announce it to the world. I let go of one of her wrists to unbutton her pants, pushing my hand into them and rubbing her core over her panties. “I can tell how much you missed me, baby.” I smirk up at her as I move my hand faster, not sure where this dominance came from but Renee brought it out in me. She was bigger and louder and brasher but she let me dominate her and it was the hottest dynamic I’ve ever experienced.

__

“Yes, I am definitely asking you out,” I smile softly at you, still blushing as I looked back at you. “And I am not asking you to blow your money on me or anything. I know you work hard for your money. I would be happy just spending time with you, no matter what we are doing. I would love to just watch you work out, actually,” I smirk at you, my gaze immediately going down to your biceps in your tight t-shirt. “I am a homebody too. It’s why I flew so under the radar when I first moved here. I just go to work and coffee shops. I have barely seen the city yet,” I laugh softly. “So, are you saying yes to me asking you out?,” I ask you before taking another sip of my wine, staring back into your eyes.

“I haven’t had someone to blow my money on in... well, forever. I have plenty of money and I’d love to bring you somewhere very nice. At least once. I gotta make you like me, right?” He winks at you as he teases you, knowing you weren't the type of girl to go after his money considering he could easily be broke. Luckily for him, his bar was very popular and most weekends it was nearly at capacity and sometimes he even ran out of specific things but for the most part, bars weren’t the most lucrative. “I am definitely saying yes to you asking me out and I am definitely going to take you on a tour of the city because it’s a downright shame that you haven’t had the proper New York City experience yet. Oh, we’re gonna have a good time...” He chuckles under his breath, being a New Yorker and he loved bringing people to the non-touristy parts of the city and showing it’s hidden gems and not the commercial places like Times Square. “How about tomorrow? The bar doesn’t open until 5, so it would have to be a daytime date... is that okay with you?”

[briskofneuro]

The second Derek fell for Meredith he was a goner. She was the girl he wanted, one night; she was his girl in the bar. And he never looked back. He had a passion for her; a love for her; the way she laughed; the way she snored in her sleep. He would glance over across the sheets of the bed and smile because she was resting. Given how she was raised the mother she had; it was miracle she had let me in, that we built the life we had now. 

Derek had promised to never leave, and he wanted to stick to his word for her. He wanted to be able to put her first; but his career was itches at him. He had a passion, an inventive career that was calling his name. And even that day when he left; he felt hurt because he knew he was disappointing her; because he knew Meredith wanted her future; and for the moment our paths weren’t lining up with the other. But I cared, I loved her;  I missed her But due to circumstances I was forced to let her down, I was forced to be the man I never wanted to be; to leave her; our family and not know if I’d come back. 

The prescient was why he stayed put; the reason why he hadn’t heard her voice, or called. And he felt it was confusing, he knew it was complicated in his mind. But he also knew the risk he was taking now. And he smiled to himself despite the confusion in her tone. “ baby. I’m okay. I know but I’m okay.” Alive and well were the words that ached on the tips of his lips. But he knew he could only say so much, to ensure her  safety the family. In the bubble he now lived in. 

Her word ached in his chest now. He wanted to promise the world to her. He wanted to promise to be home the next day but he couldn’t. He had eyes on his every move, he was cutting it close now. As he swallowed down as he pressed his ear to the phone to hear her voice as if for the first time. “ Mere.. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I just needed you to know I was Okay. I know it’s been hard. I hate this being away from you, from the kids. I will make it up to you.” A promise in his voice to never leave a again but Derek had no idea how long this may be; for us; a task at hand.

We hide to Protect those we love.

@BredForSurgery

We hide to protect those we love. 

Derek knew how to pretend, he knew how to let the memories fade away. The day kept replaying in his head. The day he was to die; or so the people closest to him believed. Derek was working for the president; the weeks that led up to that fateful day was inserted in his mind. The constant back and forths; the battle of right and wrong with his wife. We fought day and night about who’s career was more important. It all felt foolish now. Because he had tracked the days since he was locked in this shoe box apartment. Locked confided into these walls. 

When he slept is when the president’s people would use the key to unlock the door, to enter and place the needed water and food for the day. Derek had been custom to the routine; he had started to map out the sounds in his head. He picked up on the cues; he had been laying on the bed the makeshift bed he had grown used to. The one blanket he had; rest over his frame; the lights flickered off. His breathing was steady to assume to anyone he was sound asleep. But he was alert; he wanted to know why. He wanted to know what game he was roped into. He had research; he had started to get closer to his nerves study; the reason why he nearly destroyed his own marriage. The last call kept roped inside his head, the promise to come back to her. Yes it was all guilt; guilt on letting another woman who wasn’t his wife kiss him. But it had only reminded him; there was only one woman he wanted to kiss. The only woman he wanted to fight with; to wake up next to each day. He could do the research anywhere; he could do the study in Seattle with the mediocre equipment; he rather settle than to be away from his wife. He went home to see her; to hold her in his arms. And he promised to be there; to come home. It felt like a faded promise now. 

It had been weeks since his car wreck; since the accident that occurred. His body was worn down; he remembered being at the hospital. He remembered urging the young child to help him, he could barely form his own words. He was dying; he felt the lack of blood that ran out of his body from the impact. He remembered going under for surgery. It all felt vague now, it all felt like a weird dream. Derek had woken up days later; he woke up in this room. The room that now felt like this never ending nightmare. He woke up feeling the pain in his head; the spinning of his head. Unfamiliar territory, the questions swirling in his mind. He was torn with himself. He was torn because he had no idea where he was. 

He had bags of food, a dozen bottled waters. Would probably last a few months; depending on how thirsty he was. The windows were pitch black; darken out. He had no sunlight. He had found a note attached to the end table besides his bed; “ For your safety.” My safety? Brows pushed together in confusion. The male only wanted to hear her voice; to hear her laugh again. He missed his family; his wife. He had a routine by now; he would wake up, he would stare at the ceiling. Lost until he found himself dizzy. He would drink water; he would eat a piece of a muffin that was brought to him. He felt like a prisoner; he felt alone. He was lost in the days; wandering how long he was here for. He had tossed and turned through the night probably driving himself crazy. 

He wanted to sneak out; he wanted to regain control of his life; he wasn’t a puppet he wasn’t the person to put his life on hold for someone else. He wanted to stop fearing what comes next. He was still when he heard the lock; he heard the click indicating a stranger was coming inside, he peeked an eye open, hands curled into fist under the blanket. A young teen maybe entered; that’s when he moved slowly with ease. No reason to alarm anyone. Derek lifted his head from the pillow; his body sat up. “ What’s going on kid?” The eye looked wide eyed; shock when he dropped the bags. 

“ I uh..” The kid was frozen in shock; all I knew was whatever trap I was in; a hellhold it had to do with the president. And my work with him; but I had more pressing matters on my mind. All I wanted was to let Meredith know I was alright. “ Listen I won’t tell, if you tell me, I just need your phone.” Nice; not ideal considering this teenager was a pawn in the bigger game; he helped keep me trapped. The kid was so scared of the outcome he had in fact coughed up the phone. Throwing it in my direction a pleasant smile graced the corners of my lips. “ President, you were in danger, but they said only one more day.” Nerves eating at the kid; I could tell as I had picked up the phone into my palms. Pressing the home screen; the male had dialed her number; our number as if I held it in memory. Raising the phone to my ear; I had waited listening to the dial tone. Meredith must think I left her; that I had lied to her. She probably hated me now; even if this was out of my control because if I was getting the worse end of the stick being in the dark myself; I can only imagine how in the dark my own wife was. 

“ Pick up..” I muttered under my breath; pressing my free hand to my forehead letting the nerves of what ifs settle in.

[sugarjaee]

kissing na jaemin

↳ paring ⇹ nct - na jaemin x reader (with a little lee jeno)

↳ genre ⇹ fluff | angst | friends to lovers!au

↳ word count ⇹ 5.2k

↳ contains ⇹ sexual tension, mutual pining, near kisses, and drunken (almost) confessions

↳ summary ⇹ the only thing on your mind was kissing your best friend.

“Now, what are you up to?” A voice said from over your shoulder. You quickly slammed your laptop shut, hoping he hadn’t seen what you were writing.

“It’s not done yet!” You called, mortified with the idea of him seeing what you were doing.

Jaemin laughed, “Okay, I have amnesia.” He moved around you, taking a seat in front of you on the Uni lawn.

You leaned over and pushed his shoulder. “You’re such a liar.”

He flashed an expression of hurt. “Nooooo, I only speak the truth.”

You rolled your eyes, finding him unbelievably endearing even when he annoyed you. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

Jaemin looked at his phone, checking the time. “Well Jeno, Mark, and Haechan aren’t done class yet. I don’t know about Renjun and YangYang. I think they’re  in the library working on a project.”

“Boring,” you sighed, shoving your laptop into your bag. You knew better than to believe you could get work done with Jaemin around.

“You’re stuck with me.” He leaned in, smiling at you.

“How unlucky, I am.” You laughed, avoiding his eyes.

The thing about you and Jaemin was that you had been in love with him since you were kids. The kind where everyone looked at you in the ‘awe so cute little kids dating way’. He was even your first kiss. Underneath the shadows of the giant oak tree near your house, he gave you a tiny peck while the rest of the boys giggled and laughed. It was the type of kiss that was so innocent and simple. You never thought you’d want to kiss him so badly again.

As you got older, you had grown into the role of friends. In high school you both dated other people and it was never weird. You were just friends. Just…friends…

Jaemin had laid down on the blanket you had laid out. He was staring up at the sky, his light brown hair falling over his face. You followed his suit and laid next to him. Making sure to keep a few inches between you or else you’d go mad. “Are you ready for tonight?” He asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course, I am.” You had been preparing for Jeno’s birthday for the past week. You had spent all night baking the perfect cake for him. It was your best yet. At least, that was what Jiwoo told you.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting absolutely hammered.”

“Same here.”

Jaemin suddenly burst into laughter. “Well, that’s easy for you to say. It only takes two drinks.”

Your cheeks turned red with heat. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention. “That’s not true!”

“Is so! Last time you had two and puked in the bush.”

You shot up, hovering over him, your faces so close. “That’s not fair. It was one time!”

Jaemin sat up, not breaking your eye-contact. “Yes, one hilarious time, you are never going to live down. I just remember Jiwoo rubbing your back, trying not to laugh while you threw your guts up.”

You crossed your arms, knowing you weren’t going to win this. “You’ll see, I can handle more. I’ll be the life of the party.”

Jaemin laid back down. “Just don’t overshadow me, okay?”

“Deal.”  

By the time the others found you, on the lawn, you and Jaemin were laughing uncontrollably over something stupid.

“What’s going on here?” Jeno asked.

“Oh, we’re just thinking of ways to embarrass you at the party,” Jaemin answered.

Jeno rubbed his face with the base of his palm. “Oh god, please don’t. I’d kill you both.”

Jaemin gently touched his hands to his face. “No, please. I’m too handsome to die.”

“I second that,” you added.

Jeno sat down, next to you, touching your cheek. “Okay, I’ll let you live.”

“Hey!” Jaemin called. “What about me?”

Jeno tilted his head to the side. “Nah, you’re a goner.”

“Fuck me.”

“Awe, it’s okay we’ll throw a party in your honour. Don’t worry,” you said, trying not to laugh at Jaemin’s frown. It was the sort of frown a child put on to get their way. Jaemin was very good at it. You always wanted to squish his cheeks when he did it. Though, in the few times you tried, he’d always slap your hand away.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us!” You and Jeno said in unison.

Jaemin grunted in response, crossing his arms in a pout. “Wait, so does this mean I'm stuck with you two until the party? While you bully me.”

Both you and Jeno looked at eachother with an evil grin, knowing you 're going to torment Jaemin for the next six hours.

☁☁☁

As the rest of the group got Jeno’s party ready, your trio killed time by wandering around campus, getting some burnt coffee from the only cafe. When you first started at NCIT, you couldn’t stand the coffee, but as time went on you found its horrible taste endearing. Maybe it was because it was your only option.

You held Jeno’s hand the entire time, leading him along as you wasted time. “So, how are you enjoying your birthday?” You asked Jeno, squeezing his hand lightly.

He shrugged, “I dunno. Same as any birthday.”

“So far, you should see what we got plan–”

“Don’t spoil anything,” Jaemin cut you off.

You huffed. “Well, he knows there’s a party. We can’t ever surprise him.”

As you and Jaemin argued about the specifics of what is a spoiler and what isn’t; Jeno just laughed. His grip on your hand never faltering.

At some point you checked your phone to see about a million calls from Jiwoo, along with many texts asking where you were. Your eyes shifted to the time, realizing the party started in two hours and you were not ready. “Shit! We gotta get ready.”

“Wait, what?” Jaemin stuttered.

“It’s nearly seven,” you answered.

Jaemin looked around, trying to quickly plan. “Okay okay. I’ll take Jeno. You go get the cake.” He pulled at Jeno, who had been silent, not entirely knowing what was going on. Jeno let go of your hand and you felt a small ache with the warmth gone. But you had things to do.

You nearly ran back to your dorm. As you threw open the door, Jiwoo was standing by the mirror in a simple black crop top and jeans. Even in the most simple of clothes she looked like a model.

Jiwoo was the type of girl you always wanted to hate, she was so beautiful. As kids you felt intimidated by her, but in ninth grade when you got paired up for a project. You found out she was the nicest person you’d ever met. You couldn’t possibly hate her. Instead you fell in love with her and now she’s your best friend.

“I’ve been wondering where you were.” She came over to you, patting down your hair. “Where have you been?”

“Uh– I was with Jaemin and Jeno. We were killing time before the party.”

“Maybe too much time,” Jiwoo sighed. “Come here, I picked out an outfit for you.” She gestured to the bed, where she had clothes laid out. A short black skirt with a corset top to match.

“Thank you,” you said, while getting into the clothes.

Once you were dressed, Jiwoo looked you over. “You look really pretty.” She scanned the room, looking for something. “Oh! Here, wear these with it.” She handed you a knee high pair of black combat boots.

“You sure? These are your favourite.”

She nodded, kissing you on the cheek. “Yes, you’ll look great.” She turned around, checking her makeup. “Maybe Jaemin will finally make a move,” she said without looking at you with the most evil of grins.

“Wait… WHAT?” It only took a second for your face to burn with embarrassment. You could only imagine how red you looked. You refused to look in the mirror and see, it would only make you more red.

Jiwoo only laughed, finally turning to see you. She placed her hand on your shoulder. “I’m only kidding… not really.”

You fell onto your bed, too confused to continue the conversation. “Now, you’ve made me nervous.” You hid your face with your hands. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. You didn’t like Jaemin that way… right? Yes, you didn’t like him more than a friend.

Jiwoo laid down beside you. “Don’t be. It’s not like you haven't been friends since kindergarten.” Her voice was soft and calm. You were always amazed by how easily just her voice could cool you down. “We’re gonna have fun. Promise.”

“Promise.”

☁☁☁

The entire crowd was singing in unison, celebrating a boy newly turned twenty-two. You smiled, singing along, unable to not laugh. You held onto Jaemin’s arm, trying to balance yourself after a few too many drinks.

Jeno was singing along to his own ‘happy birthday’ chant, giggling with Mark and Haechan. When the song was done, Jeno blew out the candles pushed into the cake you made him. You had slaved away on it for the entire day before. It needed to be perfect for him.

You stayed close to Jaemin, gripping onto his arm, he didn’t seem to mind. You felt his eyes on you every so often, he was checking to make sure you were still standing. “How are you doing there?” He asked.

You flashed him a giddy smile, formulating words was somewhat difficult in your near-drunken state. “So happy,” you said, your knees going weak from looking into his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair.

How were you supposed to resist all the urges to just kiss him when he looked like that?! He was making it very hard. “So… perfect…” you muttered, without realizing you were speaking aloud.

“Oh?” Jaemin laughed. He was used to you always being the drunkest at parties. Jaemin was right, you were a lightweight. Though, you’d never admit he was right. “I think you should sit down. You’re mumbling.”

Your face got hot, having not realized your day dreaming turned into speaking. You didn’t want to leave before Jeno tried his cake. You wrapped both hands around Jaemin’s arm as if to plead. “No no no, please. I need to know if Jeno likes my cake,” you said, desperately trying to change the conversation.

“He’s had many of your cakes, I’m sure he’ll love it. As always.” Jaemin tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You need to sit down. Please, for me.” His eyes were so soft, your gaze melted into them. This was going to be very hard.

You frowned, feeling unsatisfied with his answer. “But– but this one is special.” You felt dizzy, the standing was not helping your situation. “Please, I wanna stay with you.”

“They’re all special, it’s okay. Why don’t you sit down and feel better for later? I’ll still be here, you can come find me when you can properly stand.” Jaemin looked around the room for an open seat. “See? Jiwoo and YangYang are over there. You can go sit with them.”

You swung your head around to see the two people sitting on the sofa with an open spot between them. Without even thinking you ran to them. “My best friends!” You said, plopping down on the sofa.

Jaemin quickly followed, wanting to make sure you got there without falling. He flashed the others a look, as if to babysit you. Jiwoo only nodded in response. She was used to the babysitter job. She never minded, she always laughed at your drunken jokes.

You wrapped your arms around their necks, pulling them into an awkward side hug of sorts. “I love you guys! I really do.”

YangYang tried to pull himself away from your grasp. “We know. I love you too. But you’re all sloppy.”

Jiwoo stayed in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. “Yes, I love you very much.”

You gave up on hugging YangYang and wrapped both arms around Jiwoo. You would never tell the others but she was always your favourite. Maybe it was before she was the only one that would hug you when you were drunk.

After the hug went on a little too long, Jiwoo unwrapped herself from your arms, shifting back into her spot.

Soon enough, Renjun came around with three plates of cake for each of you. “How is it that she’s always tipsy before anyone else?” He asked the others.

YangYang shrugged his shoulders, while Jiwoo answered: “Very little self-control.”

You shot up in offence. “I have self-control! Lots of it!”

Everyone laughed. “Hardly.” They were probably right.

You ate your piece of cake, extremely pleased with how good it tasted. “See, I told you it was your best.” Jiwoo nudged your shoulder. It seemed everyone else was too as the room went nearly silent as everyone ate.

As you began to feel more sober, you scanned the room for Jeno. You hadn’t gotten a moment to talk to him and wish him happy birthday yourself. Unable to see him from the sofa, you stood up, much to YangYang’s discretion.

“You really should stay put.”

“I’m feeling much better, I just have to find Jeno.” Your words were clear, opposed to the mumbles you had before.

“She’ll be fine, just let her do her thing,” Jiwoo said, her eyes locked on YangYang. She had been planning something mischievous but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly. You weren’t going to bother figuring it out either.

“Okay, if you say so.” He smiled.

You moved through the crowds, hunting down Jeno. He wasn’t in the living room, so you went to the kitchen. He wasn’t hard to miss, his black hair shining blue under the fluorescent lights.

“Jeno Jeno Jeno,” you called.

He immediately turned to see you, his face lit up in a wide smile. Jeno ran to you, sweeping you up in a hug and spinning you around. “There you are!” He set you down, while not letting go of your hands. “Where have you been? I wanted to thank you for the cake.”

“She’s been drinking too much for her own good,” Jaemin said before you could answer. “Be careful she might puke on you.”

“Will not!” Your cheeks turned red with being exposed for being lightweight once again. As if Jeno didn’t already know after many nights tucking you in and rubbing your belly to feel better. You looked at Jeno with beady eyes. “Promise, I won’t, Jaemin will be my target.”

“Better not be,” Jaemin called.

“Ah, that’s okay. As long as you're having fun.” Jeno’s smile was so perfect, you could stare at him forever as long as he was smiling. Admiration filled your chest. “Why don’t you come hang out with us? I’m sure Jiwoo and YangYang aren’t offering too much conversation.”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the table where the rest of the group was sitting. Jiwoo and YangYang were a part of the group in the closest way, but they often preferred their own company to being in the larger group. You constantly pestered her about if they were dating, but she always denied it by responding ‘well, are you and Jaemin dating?’ To which your answer would be ‘no’ and the conversation was over.

Jaemin was a touchy subject between you.

You sat in the empty chair, next to Jeno. Jaemin was on your left, with Renjun, Mark, and Haechan sat across from you. They seemed to be in the middle of a card game, which you had interrupted but no one seemed to care. You watched as they played, secretly rooting for Jeno.

The game was hard to follow, they always played these super complicated games you could never get into. Most of the time you would try to play, while pestering Renjun about the rules to which he would calmly explain. Only for you to forget a minute later. After the hundredth time of explaining the boys gave up and you took on the role of spectator. You never minded.

“Who’s in the lead?” You whispered to Jeno, trying to get a hold on what was going on.

“I am, but Jaemin’s definitely hiding something. His poker face is very strong.”

You giggled, turning to Jaemin. “Are you planning something devious?” You whispered to him now.

“Oh, yeah. Jeno is going down.” One thing about being a spectator that you enjoyed so much was knowing everything everyone was up to.

Throughout the game, people came up to Jeno to wish him a happy birthday. He always thanked them with his perfect smile. Your heart melted each time, even if his smile wasn’t for you.

Once the game was over, Haechan jumped up, “Who’s ready for more drinks?”

The rest of the boys got up, following him to the counter, where an absurd amount of alcohol was set out. You had already gotten into it the second you got there. But you wanted more. When you stood up, you were quickly pulled back down, to your chair, by Jaemin.

“I think you should wait before getting more drunk.” His voice was hoarse, you could tell he had a few drinks himself. “Give some time for your stomach to settle.”

“Why? You don’t want to take care of my drunk ass?” You teased, alcohol was still running through your system, it gave you a boost of confidence. You couldn’t tell you were basically flirting with Jaemin. “I thought you think I’m fun.”

“I do, but I don’t want you to be sick. You do realize your breath stinks after you puke?” Your drunk brain flashed to an image of you kissing Jaemin. You harshly pushed that thought away. Not now.

“I’m not going to puke,” you defended yourself. “I ate cake… full tummy.” You rubbed your semi-bloated stomach.

Jaemin smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that's how it works.”

“Sure it is.” You grinned at him, your faces were so close. You could have kissed him. No one would notice. It would be your secret. Just a quick peck, just like when you were children.

Before your brain could run completely wild, you heard Haechan’s voice. “Do you guys want some?”

Your hand shot into the air, like a child in school. “Me! Me, please!”

Haechan smiled wide, his face was like the sun. “Okay, vodka ice tea okay?”

You nodded so quickly it made you dizzy. “Yes, please.”

“Beer for me,” Jaemin said. He then turned to you, his eyes stern. “If you puke, I am going to film it and send it to the group chat.”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “Now, that’s just cruel.”

“Not as cruel as you are,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he was already gone to collect his beer.

☁☁☁

The late April humanity was rampant. The moon shone over the pool, stars reflecting in the water like a mirror. The calm of the water was broken by Haechan pushing Mark in, soaking his clothes.

Soon everyone else followed, Jeno, then Renjun, even Jiwoo and YangYang. You stayed on the side, only sticking your feet in the cool water. “Not going in?” Jaemin asked, he was sitting down next to you.

You were so glad to see his face. “The water is too cold for me. And I don’t think drinking and swimming mix well for me.” You couldn’t help but smile, while looking at him.

“Yeah, your lack of coordination will probably lead to drowning. I don’t want to play lifeguard.” He ran his hand through his light brown hair, it shining with a blonde tone under the moonlight.

“So, you’re saving you would save me if I jumped in?” You threw the question into the air, making it tense between you. The thing was, when you were drunk, you had little self-perception and often just said what was on your mind.

“Of course, I would.” Jaemin’s tone was completely serious. It was hard to believe he was on his sixth beer. “You’re too pretty to drown.”

You didn’t fully process his second comment, instead focusing on the first. “Awe thank you! You’re too sweet, Jaemin.” Something about the way his name came from your lips, sounded more like a moan than it did a coherent word. To cover in the most ‘subtle’ way, you slammed your hand against your mouth to shut yourself up. And if Jaemin didn’t notice your awkwardness before he definitely did now.

But easy-going Jaemin only laughed at your mishap. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, to hold you close to him. He was so warm against you, you felt like you were on fire.

As much as you wanted to stay curled up against him, you refused to lose in his game of wits. You wanted to prove yourself to not be such a lightweight. “I have not! Stop saying that.” You went to stand, but with the mixture of the ledge, wet surface, and your being drunk; you slipped.

You fell into the freezing water. It sent you into shock and you couldn’t register that you were underwater. You started to panic, desperately trying to swim to the surface, but everything was spinning and it was so dark. Nothing was making sense, you couldn’t think straight.

Your mind went blank, letting your body go limp. That was until you were met with a rush of hot air against your face. You gasped for air, your eyes flying open to see Jaemin cradling you above the water.

It was hard to make out the rush of voices that spoke around you. You could only focus on the concern that covered Jaemin’s face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“She’s okay.” You finally made out, it was Jaemin’s voice. “I’ll take her upstairs to dry off and get her to bed.”

“You sure?” It was Jeno.

“Yeah, enjoy your birthday. I’ll take care of her.”

You weren’t completely aware of what happened before you got into Jaemin’s room. You were freezing from your wet clothes, but Jaemin’s body gave you some sense of warmth.

He sat you on the edge of his tub, wrapping you in at least five towels. “Stay here,” he said so softly. You soaked up his words. You peeked through the door, to see him digging through his dresser for clothes. He came back not even a minute later holding a t-shirt and sweat parts. “They’ll be a little too big but they’ll work.”

“Thank you,” you finally muttered. Your words broken up through your shivering.

He stared at you for a moment too long, analysing your current state. “Will you be okay to dress yourself?”

You nodded, slowly, sucking in a heavy breath. “I think so, yeah.”

“Okay, just knock on the door if you need help. I’ll be right here.” He almost looked pained to leave, but he did; shutting the door behind him.

Taking off your clothes was a trouble, the movement made you feel nauseous. But you were determined to do something for yourself. You left your wet clothes in the tub, as you covered yourself in Jaemins. His scent consumed your senses, his clothes covered in his cologne. It felt soothing.

The effort of changing took a lot out of you. Once finished, you fell to the floor. Having heard the bang, Jaemin burst through the door. His eyes fell to your frame laying on the mat. “Ah, come here. Let me get you into bed.”

He lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck, to help you walk into his room.

You stumbled into Jaemin’s dark room, until he turned on the light and illuminated the large space. The walls were covered in posters and designer shopping bags. You were still too drunk to question the decor.

Despite being friends for so long, Jaemin’s room was always a no man’s land of sorts. You were never invited and never entered. When you were hanging out the communal space downstairs was better suited.

Jaemin was silent, as he led you to bed. He was careful with his steps, he was drunk too and didn’t want to topple over. He set you down on his massive bed. “So big… jealous,” you stuttered. “I… love…”

He came down on the bed, laying next to you. The heat from his body radiated off; you felt him against your bare arms.

Staring up, at the ceiling, you got lost in the spinning fan. Your mind drifted away from your body to imagine Jaemin on top of you. His dark eyes looked deeply into yours as he made love to you.

You needed to cut that out. You could not think of Jaemin that way. He was off limits.

Not that your drunk brain thought he was. In your head, he was all over you.

Your daydream of him kissing you lead on. His soft lips melting into yours. His big hands touch your skin, leaving burns in their wake. You whisper his name, your hot breath touching his ear, leaving goosebumps growing all over his body. Your hands dig into his brown hair, pulling at the stands as you hum in pleasure.

“Jaemin,” you said. The sound of your voice wakes you up, your eyes open to see Jaemin… On top of you… His lips against your neck.

This was really happening.

“Oh my god!” You nearly squeal, your mind clearing into sobriety, pushing your body up the bed, away from his. “We shouldn’t– I– I’m sorry.” The words fall out of your mouth. You feel naked, dispute still having your clothes. You wrap your arms around your chest, trying to cover some sense of dignity.

Jaemin’s dark eyes are locked on you. There is pain in his eyes; you hurt his feelings. You didn’t mean that. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, softly.

Your heart ached for him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Na Jaemin. You did, but after years of loyal friendship, something about it felt so wrong. Especially when you were both drunk. “Jaemin, we’re both drunk.”

“I know.” He couldn’t even look at you. You felt your heart breaking. This was not how it was supposed to happen. “Please, let’s just forget about it.” His eyes still avoiding you at all costs, he grabbed a pillow and blanket and set it on the floor.

You watched him in silence, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. Your body ached for him. “Jaemin…” You finally forced out, relief flooding over you with knowing you could speak. Fear quickly consumed you once more when he didn’t react.

He didn’t stop preparing his make-shift bed. It was as though he was lost in a trance.

“Jaemin!” You felt like you were yelling. Your desperation was so clear in your voice, you needed him to look at you.

“What!?” He answered, his voice filled with hurt. His eyes were on fire, his soft, easy-going nature a ghost within them.

You didn’t know what was happening, tears filled your eyes. Your emotions were all out of whack from the drinking. You pulled your legs into your chest to shield your heart.

Jaemin quickly realized what happened. He ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to get angry. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen.”

He wanted this to happen? He wanted to kiss you?

Your mind was a haze. Being drunk was so complicated. “Please, don’t sleep on the floor,” you said, the words pouring from you.

“But– you’re in the bed.”

“I think it’s big enough to share.”

“You sure?”

You started to laugh uncontrollably. Despite the seriousness of this moment, you couldn’t help it. “Well, it is your bed.”

Jaemin’s expression became at ease. He even started to laugh with you. You’re not really sure what happened after that. Your drunken state sending you to sleep. Jaemin’s warmth is like a blanket wrapped around you.

☁☁☁

The room was still dark, when you awoke. The drapes blocked out any bit of sunlight. You couldn’t make out the time, you hunted for your phone, realizing it was a lost cause. You must have lost it in your drunken haze.

You rolled over to be met with Jaemin’s sleeping face. Even sleeping he looked perfect, it almost annoyed you. Your eyes fell to his lips, remembering the way he kissed you the night before. Out of everything you remember that the most clearly.

You wondered if he would remember any of it. Part of you hoped he would. Another part wished he wouldn’t so you could redo the kiss how it was supposed to be. If he still wanted it, in sobriety.

You watched him closely, taking in his every feature, wanting to memorise every single thing. But midway through your analysis, his eyes began to flutter open. You instinctively shut yours, pretending to be asleep.

“Ah,” he let out in a sigh. Did he forget you were in his bed? Hopefully not, that would not be a good surprise.

Blinded by your eyelids, you relied on your other senses to know what he was doing. There was a rush of heat against your cheek, his fingertips, against your cheekbone. He was pulling your hair away from your face. Revealing what was, most likely, a mess of forgotten makeup and puffy eyes.

You planted your face in his pillow, hiding away from him.

“I knew you were pretending,” he said. His morning voice was so deep you wanted to faint. The heat landed on your chin, gently leading your face away from the pillow. “Please, don’t hide. You look cute.”

Insistent on keeping hidden, you pushed your face further into the pillow. “Just cute?” It was hard to understand you through the pillow.

Jaemin laughed. “Beautiful, even.”

You gave up trying to hide, you’d have to reveal your face at some point. “You’re such a liar.”

Jaemin’s expression was soft, his eyes looking over you. “I’ve only ever told you the truth.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked without even thinking. You regretted it right away. Part of you still didn’t want to know the answer.

“I remember everything.” His gaze didn’t falter for a second. “Though I wish I’d forgotten so I could kiss you the right way… Do you still want to kiss me? Cause all I want to do is kiss you.”

Your heart began to bleed. Confusion of being in love with your best friend, the fear of fucking everything up if it goes wrong. But how could it? This was Jaemin, why after all this time would he get tired of you? You knew you would never get tired of him.

“Very much so.”

Jaemin didn’t waste a second before bringing his body into yours. The gentle kiss consumed you in every way. You melted into him like butter, losing any sense of your physical self. Becoming one with the boy against your lips.

With your hands tangled in his hair, you gave yourself to the boy, you’d know your entire life. The one you shared your first kiss with when you were too young to truly care about kissing. You loved him so much, and he loved you. He didn’t have to say the words, you knew.

Kissing Na Jaemin was exactly how perfect you always imagined it.

[siempre-bucky]

Can you please do the, “go to a bar and have new identities” prompt for hangman!? Much love darling ❤️

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Wife!Reader

summary: Jake told you he wanted to start the honeymoon off with a bang. You certainly weren't expecting a man coming up to you in a bar on the outskirts of Austin wearing a suede cowboy hat to show up.

warnings: alludes to smut

wc: 820

a/n: oh my love i'm obsessed! thank you so so much for requesting and I hope you like it. I had too much fun writing this!

You looked down at your delicate gold watch, the shining hands ticked on as you sat at the dark colored bar. Jake didn’t tell you much about this evening, his neat handwriting on the hotel's stationery simply telling you to wear that white sundress you packed and the address to the bar on the outskirts of Austin. Song after song played on the old jukebox, and with each passing song, the old stout bartender asked you if you wanted another bottle. 

Politely declining, you turned around and looked for your new husband. The bar looked bust for being so far away from the city and Jake’s family ranch, it was mostly an older crowd with a few younger patrons stopping by before continuing on their journeys. It was cute, you wondered if Jake and his friends spent some time here. He must’ve been fond of it, one of those pictures that lined the wood walls had to be of him. With a heavy sigh, you returned your attention to the bar and lifted the amber bottle of beer to your lips. 

“Excuse me, miss,” you instantly recognized the smooth voice coming from behind you. You smirked as you heard his accent, it always became thicker when he visited home. 

You turned and let your eyes flicker upward. Fuck, you thought as your legs clamped closed. Jake Seresin in all his Texan glory stood in front of you, his tall frame towering and creating a shadow over you. He wore a pale red plaid button-up, rolled up to his elbows, and dark blue jeans that made his thighs look rideable. Heat rose to your face as you saw the tan suede cowboy hat, covering his short blond hair. “Ja-” 

He cut you off with a wink, “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doin’ in a rundown bar like this?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and flipping the toothpick hanging between his lips. Jake wanted you to play along. You remembered him mentioning starting off the honeymoon with a bang—guess this was it. 

You smirked and shifted in your seat, pointing your beer bottle at the empty seat beside you. Jake took it, smoothly letting his legs spread to make way for that obnoxious glimmering belt buckle with his initials.  Your eyes flickered to his lap, then back up to the meadow green eyes you fell in love with. “Fella did me wrong,” you sighed deeply before taking another sip, “was supposed to be on my honeymoon but he never showed.” 

Jake took his toothpick out and placed it on the bar, discarding it before leaning casually in order to get close to you. “Real shame, darlin’, he doesn’t know what he’s missin’,” Jake hummed, hailing over the bartender.  God he was charming, he flashed those pearly white teeth and you were a goner. 

“You got a lady at home, cowboy?” you asked. 

He shook his head, feigning sadness as he dipped his head low. “Married to the Navy I’m afraid.” 

You slid a little closer, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, “Real shame,” you mimicked his words from earlier, shaking your head in disapproval, “If we weren’t in committed relationships I’d let you take me home.” You raised a single brow, your eyes staring into his. You watched as the pupils in his eyes grew wider with lust. 

There was a small pause as you stared each other down. Then he broke out into a cocky smile, sitting up straight, his strong hands running down his clothed thighs. 

“Shouldn't you be with your husband?” he asked, his tone low and husky. 

You leaned in a little closer, his cologne and booze mixing perfectly with the proximity. “Shouldn’t you be on a boat somewhere, cowboy?” you quipped.

Jake lifted his hand and curled his finger, placing it under your chin and lifting your face to his level. “My trucks right outside,” he offered. You grinned and he hurried off the stool, holding his hand out for you, the beautiful gold band on his ring finger shining in the golden light of the bar. You took it gladly, letting his fingers curl around your palm before leading you outside. 

— 

“You had this all planned out,” you panted as you fell on his bare chest, one of your shaky hands wrapping around his warm neck. The pilot nodded and wrapped his arms around you, looking happily at the different-sized handprints on the foggy windows. You placed your head on his chest, hearing his rapid heart beat begin to calm, his breaths becoming deeper. 

“Told you I wanted to start our honeymoon off with a bang,” he chuckled as he shifted, the handle of the back driver door digging into his spine. You let out a breathless chuckle and ran your hand up from his neck and let your fingers get tangled in his blond hair; his beloved hat sat nicely and safely in the front seat. 

“We gotta do that again, Seresin,” you hummed, placing kisses along his collarbone. 

He chuckled and let his nails trail up your exposed back. “We will, sweetheart,” he promised, “but now I’d like to go back inside and dance with my wife.”  

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