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takenbypeter · 2 years ago

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Different In Every Way

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 1801

Authors note: I did not expect people to actually want to read that little fic idea I posted but so many of y’all wanted this so I did it. Y’all made this happen. Also reader is tan or brown however you wanna perceive this. I made it for myself tho really🤣 and I’m tan/brown.

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It was difficult to pinpoint when it all began. It was like one day Adam Warlock just appeared by your side and ever since then he’s been there. It was strange to you because he honestly didn’t seem the type to be interested in others, but he would go out of his way to talk to you. But you couldn’t help but think, what interest could you bring to him. You weren’t a guardian, you were just a Terran who lived on Knowhere. So at first you were confused by the way he seemed to constantly look for you.

In the beginning he came to you with simple curiosities, “what is this? What is that?” And you’d tell him, even show him if needed. Then he’d begin coming to you with other problems.

“But I don’t get it,” he’d say after dishing out how mad Drax had become once he brought up how useless he believed Mantis was and how she slowed Drax down.

“Mantis was an asset, she helped us see things that sometimes we couldn’t. It’s like you and your pet,” you pointed to the brown furry creature that he constantly had by his side on Knowhere. “He doesn’t offer you anything but companionship but would you say he’s an asset?”

Adam looked down at the animal that was cuddled on his lap before smiling a little. “I’d say so. He makes me happy.”

“Exactly, Mantis isn’t a pet but she is an asset. Plus bad mouthing people isn’t nice, so try to avoid that.”

“But you guys bad mouth each other all the time.”

“To the person's face, there’s a difference. Unless it’s a bad guy then you can say whatever you want about them,” you explain and he looks far off, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

“Some of your rules here are very confusing.”

You gave him a little pat on the shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll grasp it soon enough.”

After time conversations shifted from curiosities about the planet to curiosities about you. Sometimes it was simple like your favorite food and then after giving your answer he would want to try it with you. But other times it was just random things.

“Which member is your favorite of the new Guardians?” He’d ask as you two would be sitting on the balcony, his pet, Blurp sat in between as you people watched.

“Hmm, probably Cosmo.”

“What?!” He’d turn to you, offense clearly written on his face. “What about me!?”

You’d laugh looking down at cosmo who was messing around with Kraglin. “I’m sorry but just look at Cosmo,” his gaze follows yours to look down at the dog. “She’s so cute, I just wanna squish her face.”

“Okay okay, fine I can accept that…then who after Cosmo?”

“Hmm,” you’d scrunch your face and tilt your head, “I really really wanna say Rocket,” his jaw dropped and you finally looked at him, a little chuckle coming out from you, “but I think it’s you.”

Adam grew silent trying to hide the proud smile that was threatening to take over his expressions.

So yeah, chats with Adam were nice.

Then one day Drax, Nebula, and Groot were out at the center area, engaged in discussion as you were just coming out for a little greeting.

As you were passing by you waved and Groot said something that made you stop, “I am Groot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you came close to the group, “you know something I don’t know? What do you know?” You eyeballed the other two curiously. Nebula looked regular as always but Drax, Drax had a strange expression on his face like he was ready to explode…and then he did.

In laughter that was.

You stood there confused as his laughter bellowed out into the air.

“What is going on?” You asked, still haven’t gotten an answer.

Nebula rolled her eyes while Drax tried to talk to you through his fit, “golden boy…” he’d laugh again, “golden boy thinks you’re made of bronze!” He’d burst out again and you’d turn to Nebula with your expression practically begging for an explanation.

“When we were talking with Adam he constantly was bringing you up. We pointed it out and asked why and he said he has strange feelings towards you—“

“He said he has feelings for you because you’re just like him!!!” Drax would interrupt bursting into another fit. “He thinks you’re made of metal!”

That was news to you.

He likes me? Was your first thought but what you asked instead was, “he thinks I’m metal?”

Nebula continued, “yeah he thinks you’re copper or bronze because of your skin. We didn’t tell him he was wrong because we felt like that was your place.”

Drax continued laughing and Nebula had enough, “would you shut up already! It’s not that funny!”

“But…but he only likes you because you’re like him, but what’s he gonna do when he finds out you’re from Earth!”

“Drax!”

“I am Groot.”

“What? How’s that mean? I think it’s gonna be a hilarious story,” Drax said, turning to Groot.

You’ve heard enough, thanking them and glaring at Drax you went out to search for Adam.

All you could think while you searched was that now it all made sense why he came up to you specifically back then. It’s not like your skin tone was rare but I guess it stood out a little against the colorful skin that others had.

But did he actually only like you because of that?

Wait, did you like him?

You searched until you saw him coming out of one of the buildings across the way. You stood there unable to bring yourself to him.

Oh god you did like him.

I guess all that time you spent with him, you somehow gained feelings along the way.

His eyes looked around as if deciding where to go next.

“Don’t look this way. Don’t look this way,” you whispered frozen in place. His eyes stopped on you before the gold around them crinkled as his face spread into a grin.

Wait, what is he going to think when he realizes I’m from Earth?

Suddenly you didn’t even want to think about that conversation.

He took a step towards you and that was it, you immediately spun on your heel opting to have the conversation whenever you sorted your own thoughts out.

“Wait!” Is what you heard as you continued on trying to escape the golden boy. You made it all the way back to where you began, the main area where the others were. You couldn’t get too far though and Adam easily caught your arm, making you turn around in the action.

“I was calling you, didn’t you hear me?” He asked. He looked genuinely concerned for you which is definitely not a sight that you needed to see right now.

You glanced around at the others, awkwardly not wanting to talk about this with them there. Nebula and Groot looked away while Drax just put another Zargnut in his mouth, clearly entertained.

Like hell you were going to do this here. “Come here,” you took his golden hand and pulled him behind you leading him to the balcony where you two have spent many days together.

Once there you spun around and turned to him and without giving yourself any time to back out, you said, “I have strange, romantic feelings for you, and I think you have feelings for me.”

Adam was stunned by the comment. A few weeks ago he didn’t even understand what those feelings were, he had to talk to others to even understand what those feelings were. But now suddenly he finds out you have them too, he was ecstatic, he was happy, he was going to kill the person who told you that he had feelings for you.

The corners of his mouth pulled as he began to smile.

“But before anything happens between us, there’s something you should know.”

His eyebrows furrow. “What’s going to happen between us?”

Now was not the time to be explaining…all that, you shook your head and tried to continue, “nothing. Just…nothing. That’s not the point, the point is,” your hands curve as you motion to yourself, “I’m not made of metal.”

He says nothing, just looks at you eyebrows still together and you don’t even know what to make of that expression.

“I’m Terran. You know from Earth.” He still looked a little off, “like Quill,” you added and it finally seemed to click as he held out an, “ooohh.”

But again he looked confused, “but you and Peter…you look so different.”

“Yeah well while your planet comes in only one color, on my planet people come in all sorts of different shades and colors. Not bright colors, just very…neutral.”

Adam was silent again as he took in this new information.

You were from Terra.

Earth.

His mind seemed to be in its own thoughts while you stood there beginning to feel uncomfortable with what had to come eventually.

“Look, I know you like me because you think I’m exactly like you. But I’m just not.”

You don’t blame him if his feelings for you dwindle because of this, you weren’t ashamed of who you were but you were just disheartened that it turned out this way.

He was taking a while to respond and for a moment you wondered if you should just save you both the trouble and leave by your own two feet.

But then he spoke, “it’s true I believed we were the same, and that may have been the reason I searched for you. But in no way was that the sole reason for me gaining some certain feelings of emotion towards you. I believe I have these feelings because of our differences. You have taught me so much because of our different experiences, and that fact has not changed.”

He finishes his small speech and you don’t know exactly what to make of all that information, “so what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I still have fond feelings for you and if you’ll let me, I’d love for us to spend more time together. Solely the two of us.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you think he was asking you out on a date.

“I’d love that too.”

Adam smiles at you, his expression displaying a sort of idiotic happy type smile and all you could do was mirror it.

“See they’re smiling I knew it would work out,” Drax said from down below as the three peered up at you both.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s beautiful now, come on. We got things to do,” Nebula said while taking off ushering the others to follow behind her.

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shxtodxroki · 7 months ago

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Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @r0s3s26 as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Hi hi, thank you again for not only suggesting this exchange, but also for being so friendly and patient with me throughout it all :> You seem like a lovely person and I really enjoyed interacting with you! I really hope you enjoy your match-ups, and if you ever wanna pop by my blog again with a request or just to chat I’d be more than happy to hear from you! :D

For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:

Tetsurou Kuroo! :)

Reasoning:

I went through several possible matches when reading your description of yourself, but especially when I read what you look for in a partner, I decided that Kuroo would be the best match overall! He meets all the qualities you look for in a partner, and I think you’d be exactly the kind of partner he’d adore in return. Y’all just make the perfect pairing, you match so well together <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- For starters, Kuroo is absolutely the kind of partner who easily accommodates your social wants and needs. He’s a super friendly, sociable guy, so whenever you wanna go out together or with others he’s more than happy to accompany you and have a good time! But he also understands that when your social battery is running low, sometimes you just wanna go home and be able to relax after a day of socializing, so when you reach that point he’s happy to walk you home and give you a break from all the overstimulation

- You also will never be the “odd one out” in any group as long as you’re with this man. He absolutely adores you, so whenever he’s out with you (especially the first few times he brings you to meet his friends/teammates, since he knows it can feel awkward meeting a new group of people all at once) he’s sure to include you and make you feel welcome. And his friends instantly take a liking to you, too, so as long as you’re with Kuroo rest assured that you’ll always be welcomed with open arms into any group he’s involved with :>

- When you get fired up about something you care about, he always loves seeing your passion and getting to hear you talk about the things you find important. He’s very good at providing a listening ear and giving you a space to get out those thoughts and feelings, everything you say is important to him so he’s always willing to listen if you have something you want to say

- When it comes to your gift-giving as a love language, he can always see the effort you put in whenever you give him gifts tailored specifically to him, and he makes a point to tell you how much he appreciates the gift and uses whatever you’ve gifted him frequently to show his appreciation as well. He finds it sweet how you enjoy giving gifts to those you love, so he’s sure to make you feel appreciated and recognized for the effort you put in <3

- And he’s SUCH a cuddly guy, too. Like, if you’re not into PDA or not in the mood for physical affection at any given time he’d respect you without question of course. But as long as you’re open to it, he’s always got one or both arms around you or is holding your hand in his, and he loves coming up and resting his head on top of yours as well <3 He does it partly to show you off and brag to everyone about how you’re his partner and no one else’s, but also just because he loves showing you how much you mean to him and how much he adores you, so he’s always super touchy and cuddly with you :D

- Kuroo had never heard of Dress to Impress before he saw you playing it, but once he saw you playing it he thought it sounded interesting and asked if you would teach him. It’s a bit of a learning curve for him to get over at first, since he’s never really played Roblox at all before, but once he learns how to play he gets so invested and loves playing with you! And he always gets so annoyed when he makes a reference that’s on theme and then doesn’t end up on the podium because no one gets his references lol, he’ll complain and whine to you about it all day and say that “No one votes fairly on this game >:[“ (But the second you give him some cuddles or play with his hair he forgets all about his loss lol)

- And in general he finds your interest in fashion so fun and endearing! I think he could be pretty decent at putting together a nice outfit if he felt like it and has ample time to do so, so when he feels like dressing up the two of you like to take OOTD pics (either to post or just to have, up to you) together because y’all just look like such an aesthetic couple together

- He’s such a big supporter of all your dreams, so of course he fully supports your goal to become a fashion designer. He’ll listen to anything you have to say about it and help you with any school/work he can, even if that’s just being a model for you to work off of. And through Daichi, he even gets you in contact with Asahi (since he also ends up as a designer), since he wants you to feel supported and to have a supportive network in your goal :)

- Kuroo may be a fun, silly guy, but he’s also incredibly perceptive and can tell when you’re having an off day or when you’re feeling insecure and need a bit of reassurance. And he’s the kind of person who’s amazing at that kind of thing, he’s not afraid to be sappy and emotional with his words in order to show you his love and make you see how precious and important you are in his life <3

- Kuroo thinks you’re so, so gorgeous as well. He says it all the time, he often calls you “gorgeous” or “stunning” as a petname, and he means it every single time. He adores your fashion, loves your hair in every different style you use, he just thinks every single part of you is perfect and he doesn’t hesitate to tell you (and everyone else) that any chance he gets

- Bonus: Kuroo thinks you look SO GOOD in your glasses. Obviously he thinks you’re stunning all the time, but something about you wearing either of your pairs of glasses just has him shamelessly staring at you all day, and being a little more cuddly and affectionate with you because he thinks they make you look amazing hehe

Second Choice:

Like I said, I honestly had several possibilities in mind initially when deciding your match-up. Oikawa, Akaashi and Sugawara were all options in my mind, and I think that each of them could have been good matches with you in different ways. But Kuroo stood out the strongest and I just felt that out of all these options the two of you would enjoy one another’s company the most, which is why I eventually settled on Kuroo :>

Song For Your Relationship:

She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer <3

For JJK, I’d Match You With:

Choso Kamo! :)

Reasoning:

Honestly this match-up was a much quicker decision lol while reading your description of yourself Choso immediately stood out to me as a possibility for your match, and the more I read the more I thought the two of you would make an absolutely adorable pair! He’s pretty much everything you want in a partner and the kind of boyfriend who would absolutely adore everything about you, I just think the two of you would make an incredibly cute couple :]

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Omg okay first of all Choso LOVES how you style your hair! He thinks you’re just gorgeous all around but he’s especially in love with your hair, whether it’s in box braids, twists, or just has some cute clips in it :> In fact I think he’d like to borrow your clips and wear them if you’d let him, it makes him feel closer to him and he likes the way they look on him :)

- And on that note, Choso would honestly adore if you would style his hair for him :> Take it out of his little ponytails and brush it out, maybe add a clip or two, honestly you could do whatever you wanted and he wouldn’t complain. He’s big on physical affection just like you, and the feeling of you combing through his hair is just so gentle and intimate that it still makes him feel butterflies even after he’s been with you for years hehe :>

- And omg if you think he adores your style just wait to see how starry-eyed he gets when he sees your beautiful make-up <3 If I haven’t made it clear yet, Choso finds you absolutely perfect inside and out, and in every way possible. This includes your makeup, he finds the looks you create so gorgeous and creative. If you’re comfortable with it, I’m sure he’d take photos of you all the time and chance his lockscreen to a new photo of you at least once a week, both to show everyone he’s taken and just so he can admire your stunning face wherever he goes :>

- Choso’s also the perfect partner for you given he understands your social battery completely. Whenever you're excited and filled with energy, it makes him excited too and it’s really easy for him to match your energy and enjoy his time with you. But when he can see you winding down, he’s always more than happy to head home and give you some time to yourself or just some cuddles from him without needing to talk or socialize, whichever you’d prefer :)

- He loves how artsy you are in all kinds of ways! He thinks it’s so admirable and loves to see how you express your creativity through all different kinds of outlets as he supports you along the way. He fully supports your dreams of being a fashion designer, he’s truly so fascinated with the outfits you can style and your fashion sense. And he also adores watching you draw/paint if you let him, he loves how expressive you are and always compliments your work.

- (And he won’t say it because he doesn’t want to pressure you, but if you ever give him a drawing or painting you made for him as a gift, it would be his favorite thing in the world. He absolutely loves owning something made by you, it makes his heart swell whenever he looks at it <3 He’d keep it hung up above his bed so he always has a reminder of you, and so he can brag about how talented his partner is whenever someone comes over)

- Choso’s an incredibly honest partner, he hates lying to you even over small things. When it comes to the things he values more than anything in the world (which would be you and his brothers) he just hates keeping secrets or doing anything that has the chance to hurt you, so he’s incredibly open and honest with you always <3 Lying isn't something you'd ever need to worry about with him as your boyfriend

- Once you’ve told him about your anemia, he’s always watching out for you and keeping a close eye out for any signs that you might be feeling dizzy or unwell. He’d definitely try and see if there’s any way his blood manipulation could be used to help you, but even if not, he’s quick to give you a bottle of water (because he always carries one around for you) and sit down with you if you feel dizzy and need a moment

- Choso would definitely love taking you on picnics! He’s not opposed to going out in public to a mall or something together, if that’s what you’re in the mood for he’d happily take you. But his favorite dates are definitely picnic dates, because he gets your undivided attention and the two of you can enjoy a nice little meal and just relax together without any other distractions for a while :] Plus the two of you can cook and plan a nice meal for the picnic together beforehand, he always loves eating anything you’ve cooked or baked and he really enjoys cooking for you or baking with you as well :>

- And while he can occasionally be a bit awkward or shy expressing himself through words (only because he’s worried he’ll say something wrong), the second Choso realizes you’re feeling insecure, he’s quick to pull you in and cuddle you close (if that’s something you’re comfortable with) and tell you how much he adores you. He could reassure you endlessly, you’re his favorite thing to talk about so never feel bad coming to him when you’re feeling insecure because he’s more than happy to praise you endlessly

Second Choice:

I briefly considered pairing you with Satoru, because I think he’d also be really interested in you and could meet a lot of the qualities you look for. You two could definitely be close, but he’s not always the best at reigning in his energy when others need some peace and quiet, so I figured Choso would be a better pick overall :>

Song For Your Relationship:

This is going to sound so incredibly cheesy but A Thousand Years by Christina Perri <3

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the--rebel--fae · 6 months ago

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Hello could I request headcannons of the Hazbin Hotel Crew/Staffs Reactions to a batman or moon knight like hero appearing in hell and somehow drastically taking down it's crime not only in the Pride ring but all the others. (Let's just say they got the information from the news or word of Mouth)

A/N: Here you go my friend! I hope I did the DC superhero justice. Granted I'm more of a Marvel girl myself, but I know enough about the bat heh. Hope you like it!

Tw: none!

Batman vs. The Denizens of Hell?

Alastor:

He’d probably be intrigued by you, but also pissed since you keep taking all the good marks.

I can definitely see him staying as far away as possible from you at first But then sees instead of avoiding, this could be a great possibility to try and strike a deal with you.

Especially if you care to clean up the more unsavory male demons. He may feel a bit of kinship. If he could juuust look past the justice thing.

He’d more than likely try to see if he could use you as his own personal mercenary, really.

“You are an enigma that’s for sure little bat. But I think it’d be quite entertaining to keep you around. Especially if we can come to an agreement about a certain situation I find myself in. Perhaps I can procure your help?"

Angel Dust:

He’d definitely try to flirt with you at first.

This man knows no fear when it comes to trying to flirt and get money.

Though if there was an opportunity that you could take out Valentino for him? Oh he is there first in line asking for that.

“Hey’a batsy. What about putting all of that money to good use and having some fun with yours truly tonight hmm?”

Nifty:

The second she sees you’re not a bad boy, she ain't interested.

Though that bat cowl might catch her curiosity so watch out.

“You’re not a bad boy, you’re boring.”

Husk

Can anyone say, fellow drinking buddy?

Definitely trauma buddies. I can just feel there's so much more to Husk. Something happened in his living life to make him, him.

He can tell you have stories and he’s here for it.

“Something tells me there’s more about you than meets the eye. You say you want to clean up the streets? Heh, well you’ll be cleaning for a while kid.”

Sir Pentious

You two would probably bond via inventions I just know it.

Elsewise he’d probably get a bit scared of you.

But once he knows you won’t kill him, he will definitely wanna talk inventions.

“You ssseem interesssting. You’re not going to kill me, are you? No? You just want to talk about my inventionsssss? You have come to the right place my friend!”

Vaggie:

Probably immediately suspicious of you since you have been cutting people down from all of the rings left and right. The last thing they need is an exterminator from Heaven in here.

As soon as she gets to know you though, she’ll probably see a bit of herself in you.

Fellow protector to fellow protector.

“As long as you don’t get in the way of Charlie’s dream, it��s nice to have another person looking out for this place.”

Charlie:

Doesn’t like that you’re offing her people. At all.

But if you promise to work with her and only off those who really do deserve it–like the lowest of the low, she’ll start warming up to you.

You’ll definitely get bonus points if you help take out any of the exterminators that come down from heaven.

“I don’t like that you’re still technically killing my people, but if you want to work with me, I can tell that you have a good heart.”

I hope you liked what I came up with! It wasn’t the easiest I gotta admit, but I had fun with it nonetheless! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from Hazbin Hotel to One Piece I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions.

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kalims-pessimist-bestie · 2 years ago

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alright i’m a 22 year old autistic adult that plays twst to heal from my traumatic teen years so

🍃💨 with the twst homies?

this is just for fun. purely self indulgent. this is how i imagine it would be for my yuu, but no pronouns or names are mentioned so do with this info as you please

cw: weed, peer pressure, ace getting punched (he deserves it), cuddling, kissing (aggressively), naps, putting azul in a blender (affectionate), shrooms (guess who…), dealers, a formal apology, epel being a short king, ortho does not smoke, malleus is in love with mc, i punch sebek

tw: trey

Riddle:

-so i don’t think he’s down for this

-actually i think he’d collar me for even asking

-but if he was a little lax with it, i think i’d constantly peer pressure him into trying it (im a menace)

Trey:

-i don’t think he’d smoke, but i think he’d be a good sitter

-also he’s a baker so imagine the edibles 🤤

-i bet he knows how to get the smell out of your clothes

-he’d make sure you’re eating and drinking and staying alive. wraps you in blankets and makes sure you’re happy (i hate trey)

Cater:

-i know he’s smokin

-imagine the high selfies you could take with him

-giggling all night about videos on magicam and taking online quizzes. maybe even get a little cuddly (even just platonically, at least i imagine it could be)

-i’d also gladly cuddle with him romantically too js

Ace:

-it was his idea

-he’s definitely the kinda stoner that gets really close and you’re basically making out by the time the night ends (as long as your chill with it)

-he’s also a huge asshole the whole time and might make you cry

-just punch him if you want him to stop anything

Deuce:

-so i think he’d be totally against it at first, calling ace reckless and stupid

-but with a little bit of loving peer pressure, he’s smoking with y’all

-he prolly used to smoke in his delinquent days

-i think the night would end with really snuggly cuddles if you let him

Leona:

-he’s 20 and in high school. this dude DEFINITELY smokes

-but usually just to go to sleep

-but those would be the best naps you’ve ever had

-i could imagine him lazily flinging himself into your arms, telling you to pet his ears

-yall cannot stay awake it’s too hard

Ruggie:

-he wont buy it but if it’s offered for free he’s all in

-gets the munchies and might share with you

-also enjoys ear scritches and lazy naps, but usually wants to go out and do things (the zoomies)

-i could imagine a lot of late night walks. i think he’d also enjoy stargazing

Jack:

-sorry, jack stans. you know his moral compass is to strong to do that

-plus, he’d mention how it’s bad for your lungs and can effect athletic performance

-he’d also want you to stop, but wouldn’t necessarily be a bitch about it

-he’ll be a sitter every once in a while, but not willingly

Azul:

-i really don’t think he’d be down, but if he was…

-i would have so much fun being a mean sitter. azul is one of my favorites so naturally i kinda wanna put him in a blender

-i also (highly) headcanon that he’d ramble on about his thoughts on jamil his classmates

-jade is supervising him

Jade:

-OH COME ON HES SKIPPED WEED AND JUMPED STRAIGHT TO SHROOMS

-like you’re just trying to relax with a joint and he’s vibrating in the corner telling you about the cool patterns on the wall (it’s a blank wall)

-but if he did smoke with you, you wouldn’t be able to tell. he’s just thinking more, and honestly that should scare you

-he needs a hug

Floyd:

-it was all his idea, and he actually peer pressured you into it

-i think you’d end up dancing to the twst version of kesha

-it would be chaos and crazy but it would be so much fun

-unless you need quiet in which case you shouldn’t have caved when he was peer pressuring you

Kalim:

-i don’t think he’s smoked but he’s been offered a million times at parties

-and he usually tries to say yes cuz “why not” and then jamil intercepts and scolds him because he’s the head of the asim family and all that jazz

-but maybe it would be okay if it were in a controlled environment with jamil supervising

-i think he’d get a case of the rockies and spit out every random thought he has (i’m projecting). he also gets the munchies

-i think he’d be another cuddly one, he’d fall asleep being the little spoon

Jamil:

-this mf smokes daily. it’s the only explanation about how he gets through his day

-his overblot could’ve been prevented if he had a blunt (his dealer went home for the holidays)

-if he ever has a day off and gets to smoke with you, oh gosh would it be a chill sesh

-he’d make food and y’all would just have deep talk for hours before falling asleep on the same couch or something

Vil:

-absolutely not

-some bs about how it ages you and makes lines on your face

-and you know he’s scolding everyone that uses it

-sorry not sorry vil fans, i just know he wouldn’t smoke with us :(

-uses cbd and hemp products tho

Rook:

look, this is my formal apology for not writing about rook. i kept trying to figure out if he would or not, but every scenario came out so aggressively wild and outta pocket that i don’t feel comfortable writing this portion.

im sorry but rook is just too weird for me to understand.

Epel:

-gets caught by vil every weekend for smoking

-no matter where he hides or where he goes, vil finds him (he has rook, duh)

-little man just wants to smoke and feel some sweet relief before facing vil again, but he can’t catch a break

-and he doesn’t have a dealer at home so he’s basically SOL

- but if he was successful, he’d be just the suavest mf in the whole school. what he lacks in height, he makes up for with a bold smoothness that makes him seem taller (the logic checks out trust me)

-he would just be a flirty little dude all night

Idia:

-he reminds me of my ex bf so i think he’d be a hardcore stoner

-prolly collects (or makes?) bongs

-i’m just projecting my ex onto idia it’s why i can’t simp for him easily

Ortho:

-he’s a robot and a child

-but i think he had a setting somewhere like a cart dock

-so idia could just use ortho as his dab pen

-but that’s more of a joke than anything (is it?)

Malleus:

-for MC, he’d try anything

-he’d prolly (carefully) lay his head in your lap so you could play with hair and caress his face gently

-and he’s prolly full of lovesick ramblings and smiles

-if you don’t wanna be MC tho, yeah sorry he’s not gonna smoke with you. he’d only do that for his one true love

-good try tho :)

Lilia:

-he’s the school dealer

-i mean, he’d be able to get in and out of places without being detected no problem

-if y’all were getting lit together, it would be relatively chill

-a lot of weird lilia stories about his adventures

-he’d prolly also talk about his little diasomnia family 🥹

Silver:

-he tried it but fell asleep

-he was snuggly tho :)

Sebek:

-“A KNIGHT OF MALLEUS DRACONIA SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING MARIJUANA! IT WOULD MAKE ME INEFFICIENT IF THERE WERE TO BE AN EMERGENCY! AND AS AN ACQUAINTANCE OF WAKA-SAMA, YOU SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING BECAUSE YOU’RE MAKING IT APPEAR LIKE SOMEONE WITH HIS HIGH TITLE DOTTLES WITH THE UNRESPECTABLE!”

-i punch him :)

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unkn0wnusererr0r · 2 years ago

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Daddy told me he still wants to collar me tonight, well I asked. He said yes, probably… Once shit gets worked out. I’m terrified it wouldn’t work out and then I lose… everything. I lose not just my family but my doms too. The first dom I ever had who I wanted to be forever. The first male dom I’ve ever had and don’t want to lose. You confuse the fuck out of me and then get mean when I say I’m confused. But it’s not my brain misconstruing things, it’s all based off language and other observations. I know and understand that we need to get healthy and we need to grow our friendship, and that we need to work through our issues… but it’s you who agreed that is a tangible thought to think we can healthily be together. It’s not just me starting conversations. It’s you who said if our date had happened and went well you’d be my girlfriend. You tell me you aren’t leading me on and that you want us to fix things (outcome aside) and then turn around and tell me that maybe it’s that you don’t want to and maybe it’s that you are being so chill that I don’t kill myself - but that you have hope, you wish things will work out, you are relying a fate some here too, it’s you that’s not changing any statuses (not that I want change anything or am going to rn) it’s you who said we aren’t to the true split of things, that we are seeing… it’s confusing. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that we have different personalities, I like how blunt you are, even when it hurts. I’d rather hear the truth that be lied to. Lying hurts more. We also, just as much have personality traits that are similar or the same too. I don’t want it to be because you aren’t ready to let me go… I just wanna finish this movie, I don’t want it to be one that never gets unpaused. My heart clicked when I had y’all, it felt right and complete and then y’all went and took a mallet to it. I want to show myself and everyone else I know how to be a non-vacant parent to the next baby while continuing to show honeybean too. I don’t want y’all to move away without me, I don’t want to get a separate apartment to be close to my kid.. and my family. I want us all to be living under the same roof again in the future. I would do ANYTHING to be (one of) your safe spaces again. To be able to read your thoughts before they come out of your mouth. I want to be given the goddamn chance to Woo you, like you said I needed to. Those were your words… please let me prove that. Please don’t leave for good. Please. I am making the changes I need to make for myself to be a person I like and a person who my family likes; because I don’t care what people say. One of my personal priorities is to be mentally well enough for my family. It’s not you I’m holding on to, it’s faith and hope that my family wants me to return to them, that we get unpaused and at least a shot of trying again. I’d give anything in this world, but my honeybean to have one more shot at happiness with you… because you were my happiness, my family is my favorite thing on this earth. Y’all are always on my mind. I’m not trying to push you away, I’m to calm down or not have my freak outs around y’all. Please… I’m trying.. just please. You don’t say you miss me anymore, you don’t want to kiss me anymore. Even after texting me saying it’s been days since we kissed… I’m not one of your faves anymore… and I’m so so angry at myself for (my part of) fucking shit up - nobody really ever wants to fuck things up, it’s not typically the goal. I know that but I’m still so so mad at myself. I hate my brain and I wish I could just cut it out of my skull. I don’t wanna have a fucked up brain that makes managing relationships so damn hard, I am so mad at myself that part of (probably) losing my family is that my brain is literally so fucked that I don’t get to be a part of my family (not oh best friend) anymore because it, it being my brain, ruined things. Just “take a (one more) chance on me”, “pick me, choose me, love me”, “be mine” and every other stupid cliche. Please.

#vent

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leneemusing · 3 years ago

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some angst idk y’all i like crying

“ i don’t want you here. just go. ”

“ you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’ yeah you did. like it or not, i know exactly who you are. ”

“ why won’t you even look at me? ”

“ i’m not angry at you. i’m angry with myself for trusting you. ”

“ i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. ”

“ i know it’s not fair to say this, but i don’t have anything without you. if i don’t have you i have nothing. ”

“ you can’t love me. not the way i need to be loved. ”

“ i’m broken. and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it. something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was. ”

“ sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before. it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new. ”

“ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together. ”

“ because of what they/you did i’m damaged. ”

“ what the hell is wrong with you? ”

“ what the hell is wrong with me? ”

“ i can’t fix you. you can’t expect me to know how to fix you. ”

“ yeah, i’ll be here. i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running. ”

“ my world is just falling apart. it’s like everything is just crumbling around me. i don’t know what to do. i just want it to stop ”

“ you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here. ”

“ i don’t know how to talk about shit okay? it’s too hard. but i do care. i need you to trust me that i care. ”

“ stop punishing yourself. you wanna make up for what you’ve done? get off your ass and do something about it. ”

“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”

“ it didn’t mean anything to me. ”

“ you should move on. i did. ”

“ i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against. ”

“ stop pushing me away. i’m not going anywhere, asshole. and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours, the better. ”

“ i don’t need you in my life. i don’t want you in it. ”

“ i can’t trust myself. if i let myself get comfortable enough, when i try to be happy, people get hurt. ”

“ people like me don’t get to have peace. ”

“ i’m not the person you want. i know you think i am. but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake. ”

“ you want the truth? the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison. it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul...and then i fuck it up. and it’ll destroy us both. ”

“ i’ll always choose you. that’s the worst part of it all. i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same. ”

“ you never had to be perfect. you just had to stay. ”

“ will you please just stay for once. just. don’t walk away. ”

“ if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. ”

“ just tell me something real. tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us. ”

“ when you look at me, i feel seen. i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart. no one has ever looked that deeply at me. ”

“ how can you uncover so much about someone, make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you. and then just throw it all away? ”

“ if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back. ”

“ why are you so afraid of trusting this— trusting us. what’s making you hold back? ”

“ will you still be here? will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart. ”

“ i don’t care how willing you are to die for me. i want you to fucking live with me. live for us. ”

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone.

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset.

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort.

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling.

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them.

[ CARRY ] for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep.

[ STRUGGLE ] for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other.

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears.

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up.

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry.

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries.

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close.

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close.

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst.

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight.

#rp meme #rp prompt #roleplay prompts #sentence starters

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sonianvmd · 4 years ago

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thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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idrkanymorelmao · 2 years ago

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CHAMPIONS

daniel riccardo x driver!reader

|CHAPTER ONE|

“lara

the first arab female driver in history of formula 1,how does it feel to be starting your first season?”

“oh my god i’m so extremely excited this is my dream come true and i’ve worked so hard and i’m finally here so ya”

“we’ll uh thank you for your time miss lara”

“the pleasure is all mine”

lara got out of her seat and walked back to her new alphine pr team

“lara we have a group interview with all the grid in about 10 mins”

“okay cool one sec”

she said as she picked up the phone to call her best friend,linda.linda’s been there since lara first started karting at the very late age of 14.

“brooo hiii how did it goo” said linda the moment she picked up

“i didn’t even do it yet” said lara with a slight laugh

“oh you got my hopes up,thought you’d call me with good news”

“bro i’m just shit nervous”

“don’t be your the most strong willed one on the grid so you’ll be okay”

“thanks bro,oh shit okay i gotta go but i’ll call you after, byeeeeeee”

“yes okay byeeeeee”

they closed and lara rushed back to the team so they could get there in time

the moment she walked in all eyes were on her,she felt so worried but knew that she had to keep her head up.

she was placed to sit in between leclerc and ricciardo,she had been a big fan of daniel ever since she was a teen.

“hi i’m daniel” “and i’m charles”

“hii ya i know who you guys are” she felt her cheeks flush, “i’m lara”

“where are u from lara” says the older one with a smile

“egypt”

“oh wow that’s really cool” said charles

“ya thank you” she said

“guys let’s start ya?” said the interviewer

“so welcome back to the 2022 session”

“we have a few new faces on the paddock but the one that stands out the most is miss lara,hi welcome to your first f1 session how are u feeling?”she said with a bright smile

“hi hi hi um im so excited to be here and i’m so ready to crush everyone”she said with the biggest smile”sorry y’all but uh anyways ya i’m so excited and truly am so grateful for this chance to be here with the big dogs”

“so lara your not only the first female f1 racer but also first arab f1 racer how do you feel about that?”

“i ofc feel like so like omg i can’t even explain it”she said as she smiled even more “i feel like one i accomplished something no one before me could and two i’m so happy that someone finally did so it opens doors to the others like me to accomplish this dream”

“we’ll the rest of the drivers how do you feel about a female being on the grid this session?”

vettel the first to speak says “i’m so happy for her and truly feel like this is a great opportunity to all other females to keep on trying” he said as he looked at her with an approving grin

next came lewis “i feel like it should’ve happened sooner, but as they say sooner better than later”he said with a smile

esteban says shortly after “i’m so very excited to have her as a team mate she is a huge talent in the sport and i’m excited to see what comes from our friendship” he says as you both start laughing

“i also wanna say that i watched someoof her races when i first heard the news and i feel like we’re all up for a big challenge since she’s such an amazing and talented driver”she looked over her shoulder to see that the words came out the famous honey badger, she smiled and thanked them all and they all smiled yet daniels smile caught her eye and made her heart flush.

the interviewer asked the rest of the grip some questions and finally said “well that’s all thank you all and good luck”

they all got out of there seats, lara started to walk away when a young british boy came up to her

“hi i’m lando, so i wanted to tell you were having a start of the session party tonight and we all want you to come”

“oh thank you i’d love to come lando”she said nicely

“great! here’s the address come at uhhhhh hmmm oh right 8 and wear your party attire” lara and lando both laughing at how forgetful he is

“i will don’t worry” she said as she walked away

that went surprisingly well, she thought as she continued to walk

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #formula racing #danny ric #f1 x reader

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moon-light-jukebox · 5 years ago

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Germs [Reid x Reader]

this gif isn’t mine

Summary: Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Rating: Mature

Category: Fluff and Smut

Content Warning: Brief mentions of torture and violence, usually criminal minds stuff, nothing explicit. Light choking, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, language (maybe?)

A/n: I have come out of fan fiction writing retirement for this one. Let me know what y’all think! masterlist

y/n - your name

y/l/n - your last name

italicized text is Reader’s sassy inner thoughts

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I’m not sure if I believe in hell, but if there is a hell, I’m sure it feels exactly like Louisiana in July. Every time I walked outside I felt like I was walking into soup. Gross. I couldn’t help but feel guilty over my sigh of relief when I walked back into the local precinct the team was currently working out of. Young women are dying, and I’m worried about a little bit of heat.

But, fuck, it was hot.

Speaking of heat, I thought as I threw open the door to the conference room only to run smack into the hottest thing I’d ever encountered.

“Shit,” I exclaimed before I thought better of it. “I’m so sorry.” I ran my eyes up, up, up, all the way up his body until I met his eyes; those beautiful honey brown eyes that threatened to have me acting like an idiot if I stared into them for too long.

Dr. Spencer Reid’s cheeks were tinged pink, his posture stiff, his fingers clutching the file he was carrying for dear life. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” he sounded uncomfortable, which made my stomach drop. “My fault.” With that, he quickly maneuvered around me and headed off to complete whatever genius task he had to complete.

My eyes followed him until he was out of sight before I mentally shook myself. ‘C’mon, this is pointless,’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t even like you.’ Which I really thought was true, the good doctor went out of his way to avoid me whenever possible. ‘Plus, he’s a germaphobe.’ This thought was confirmed true. He didn’t shake people’s hands, the only people I’d seen him touch during my time at the BAU were members of the team that he’d known for years, and some of those even seemed reluctant.

Admittedly, I didn’t know a lot about germaphobia; since I couldn’t ask the only genius I knew, I did the next logical thing. I googled it. Every person I’d read about seemed to experience germaphobia differently. Some people could have sex, but others were grossed out by the very idea. Knowing my luck, Spencer Reid and his beautiful hands, and his soulful eyes, and his cheekbones that could cut glass was in the repulsed by sex category. Which is fine! Right, it is fine to not be interested in sex; the only problem was I was very interested in every part of him.

Maybe he thinks I’m gross. Maybe I stink? Maybe he’s just repulsed by my very presence. Regardless, I couldn’t see Spencer Reid ever shoving me against a wall and fucking me senseless.

I sighed, making my way over to the conference table, pulling out a chair before I flopped into it. I could feel the exhaustion settling into my bones. We had been in Louisiana for almost a week now and we were still no closer to finding our unsub. He was a white man, he worked in a lower-paying job, and he hated women. Obviously, that didn’t narrow it down much.

The unsub was targeting women in clubs and bars, following them outside before he bashed them on the back of the head. After that, he threw the girls over his shoulder and took them to his car; he moved them to a secondary location before he tortured them. The first two victims had survived. They were traumatized, but they were fighters; they both said the same things, ‘he kept my eyes covered the entire time,’ “I never saw his face,’ ‘I did whatever he told me to do.’

We thought the killing of the third victim had been an accident, but that accident had excited our guy enough that he changed his ritual; the killing was crucial now. We had 4 bodies, 2 live victims that couldn’t tell us anything, and no leads.

Sighing, I leaned forward, bringing the heels of my hands to my eyes. I hated feeling helpless. The answer to who this fucker was is in this evidence somewhere and I will find it. If it’s the last thing I do.

The doors swung open again, pulling me from my thoughts. Hotch lead the parade of people, followed by Morgan, JJ, and Dr. Reid. Our unit chef looked gravely serious…not that that necessarily meant anything, in the 6 months I’d been with the behavioral analysis unit I hadn’t seen him have any other expression.

Morgan pulled out his phone, hitting what I suspected was speed dial number 1. “Hey baby girl,” he said, without his usual swagger; even he was tired. “You’re on speaker. You’ve got me, Hotch, JJ, Reid, and Y/l/n.”

“And I have the always wonderful Emily Prentiss, and the dashing David Rossi on the line, effectively putting my favorite people together again, as they should be,” Garcia quipped. I don’t think she meant to include me in her list of ‘favorite people,’ but it made me smile anyway. “Okay, crime fighters, what’s the play?”

“We’re still no closer to finding the unsub,” Hotch began. “He’s highly organized, methodical, and paranoid; but he hasn’t killed in 3 days, this is a break from his escalation pattern. He’s going to strike soon.” Hotch leaned over resting his palms on the shiny fake wood of the conference table. “Our best chance is to send an agent out there as bait.” There was a general murmur of agreement before he continued on. “Garcia, we need you to find all of the night clubs, bars, and whatever else you can think of in the updated comfort zone.”

The sound of keys clicking made its way through the speaker. “Assuming we’re excluding the places he’s already hit, that leaves us with 3 possibilities.”

“So far he hasn’t struck a place twice,” Prentiss chimed in. “Do we think he’s going to hold to that pattern?”

Reid moved over to the board where the map of the county was displayed. “I think so. This guy is too careful to risk going to a place where he’s been before. The chance of him being recognized is too great, especially when everyone is on high alert.” He gestured to the area he had circled on the map. “His pattern seems to be focusing in on this center point right here,” he said, placing a pin in the map. “This area means something. Garcia, what is the closest club or bar to the intersection of Washington Avenue and Harrison Street?”

“That would beeeeee…The Blue Fox.”

“That’s where he’ll be,” Dr. Reid said confidently, his eyes moving to Hotch’s face.

The older man nodded. “It’s our best lead so far, we have to run with it.”

“It’s Friday night,” Rossi pointed out. “We’ll have to act soon.”

Hotch nodded, seeming to be lost in thought. “We need to send agents in there tonight. We know the victims were all on dates or flirting with a man right before their abduction. He targets women that are happy with their companions then waits til he can separate them.”

“Who are you planning on sending in, Hotch?’ JJ questioned.

“Y/l/n is the youngest, she fits the build of the previous victims the best.” His heavy gaze rested on me. “What do you think?”

Like it was even a choice. “I’m in.”

Hotch nodded, accepting my answer. “Good. You’ll partner with Reid.”

“What?!” I squawked, much to my embarrassment. I cleared my throat before I continued. “But, Reid and I…I just thought Morgan would be the obvious choice.” Fuck, I’m just digging a bigger hole.

Morgan gave me an easy smile. “You’re just saying that because you wanna see my moves, little mama.”

Hotch cleared his throat, bringing our attention back. “Morgan is too intimidating; the unsub might not move in if he feels too threatened. You’ll go with Reid.” When he was met with silence he continued on, “alright, let’s get to work.”

And that is how I wound up in a club in Louisiana on a Friday night, in a tight black dress, with Spencer Reid beside me. After he walked into the club holding my hand. He doesn’t hold hands, I cringed internally at the thought. He must feel so uncomfortable.

He waved the bartender over, ordering a drink for me and a water for himself before turning to me. “I thought a drink would loosen you up a bit. You look nervous.”

I am nervous. “Right. Thanks.” I drummed my fingers on the bar, my gaze sweeping around the club for anyone who seemed out of place and especially creepy. Most lone men at clubs and bars were creepy, but we need especially creepy.

“Is that because you don’t think I can have your back?”

My head snapped back around. “What?”

Spencer paused to accept the drinks from the bartender, sliding him the money. “In the conference room. You seemed upset that Morgan wasn’t going to be your partner,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Is that because you think I wouldn’t have your back?”

Fuck. I blushed to the roots of my hair. “No, Spencer! God no! It’s not that, I know you’d have my back.” I took a sip of my drink before I said anything else. “It’s just that…you don’t seem to like me very much, and I know you have a thing about germs, and I thought maybe that’s why you didn’t like me.” I was babbling; I was absolutely babbling. “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all. Morgan has never seemed uncomfortable around me, so…” I trailed off lamely.

The corners of his lips quirked up in amusement. “So, you didn’t want to partner with me on this because you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable?”

I nodded, fidgeting with the straw in my drink.

Spencer moved closer to me, his right hand coming to rest on the small of my back. He seemed as calm as he could be, meanwhile I suddenly had trouble breathing.

It’s for the case. He has to do this for the case. Calm down.

"What do my issues with germs have to do with this?" he wondered, leaning closer to me. I could feel his breath on my neck; my skin broke out in goosebumps.

Double fuck. “Well, we’re supposed to be…together. And you think I’m gross. What if you have to kiss me?” TRIPLE FUCK. “Not that we’d have to kiss,” I tried to backpedal. “But we might, you never know. And I just didn’t…I don’t want you to dislike me more than you do.”

The teasing smile slipped from his face, the fingers on my lower back flexing slightly. He regarded me with a tilt of his head. "You're serious?" At my shaky nod, he continued. "Y/n, I don't think you're gross."

“You don’t?” I squeaked.

He lifted his hand from my back then, sliding it up to my shoulder, his free hand moving from the bar to rest on my hip. Spencer brushed my hair back before he leaned forward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt his lips touch the tender skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to suppress a gasp at the contact. Spencer Reid’s beautiful lips slid down to the place where my neck and shoulder met, then I felt his teeth nip the skin before he placed another kiss there. He worked his way back up towards my ear, the hand on my hip moving slightly so he was almost grabbing my ass. “I don’t think you’re gross,” he breathed, causing me to shudder. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Germs don’t bother me in that way, especially around people I know. I wouldn’t have a problem kissing you, baby.”

I was going to need new panties after this. Spencer Reid, awkward, sweet, Dr. Spencer Reid just called me Baby.

“…Oh.” Really, y/n. Oh; you went with oh?

The good doctor pulled back, his face close enough to mine that I could see that he had freckles under his eyes and that those beautiful eyes got more golden towards the center. "Oh."

Michael Watkins was the name of our unsub. He was a short white man with a receding hairline and a bad temper. His last relationship had ended 3 months before the first attack; Spencer was right to pick this bar. Shortly after he tried to make my pussy combust with his neck kisses, Reid suggested I walk to the bathroom, assuring me he’d be watching if anyone followed.

Watkins’ hand was in my hair, dragging me outside before I made it to the ladies’ room. I felt a jolt of fear as I struggled to escape, strands of hair being ripped from my head. I shouldn’t have worried, because no sooner had the outside door opened than I heard the velvety voice of Derek Morgan. “FBI! Put your hands where we can see them.”

He attempted to run. Why would anyone try to run from Derek Morgan?

After the medics confirmed I was okay, I was sent back to the hotel while the rest of the team went with the local police to book Watkins and try to get a full confession.

“Good work,” Hotch said, his hand clapping down on my shoulder.

The highest praise I’ll ever need.

I hopped into the shower right when I got back to my room, not wanting Watkins’ touch on me for a moment longer.

Spencer’s touch, however,…That was a touch I wouldn’t mind having on me. But he’d barely looked at me once he made it outside. I knew he was being affectionate in there because of the case, we were playing a role. I knew that. I still couldn’t stop the twinge of hurt I felt.

But he doesn’t think I’m gross. That had to count for something.

I had just got done blow drying my hair enough so that it wouldn’t look too crazy when I woke up when there was a knock on my door. Figuring it was Emily, I didn't consider the fact that I was in my pajamas, and my face was scrubbed free of makeup.

It wasn’t Emily. Spencer Reid stood on the other side of my door, his eyes running down my body before he met my bewildered stare again. “You look comfy,” he commented with that damn little smile on his lips again.

“Oh. Yeah. I took a shower.” Way to go, y/n, you’re really killing it tonight.

“I see that,” he said, his cheeks going a little bit pink. “Can I come in? I thought we should talk.” Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?

I ushered him in, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bottom edge of my bed; his body angled towards the headboard. I briefly debated about where to sit before I joined him. Don’t make it weird, y/n.

He cleared his throat before he began. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable tonight. I just wanted to make sure we got the guy.”

Right. “Oh, it’s okay, Spencer. I get it. I wasn’t uncomfortable.” I picked at the frayed edge of my sleep shorts, my eyes dropping so he didn’t see anything on my face that betrayed how I was feeling; you can’t be too careful around profilers.

His hand reached out to cover my own fidgeting hands, one of his hands covering both of mine. His hands were so big. His fingers were so long, the veins in his hands were so pronounced. I bet those fingers would feel really – FOCUS.

“I’m also sorry you thought I didn’t like you.” His thumb had started to move slowly over the back of my hand. “I do like you. I like you a lot, actually. I just…” I brought my gaze back up to meet his eyes. “I just get nervous sometimes.”

“You didn’t seem nervous in the club.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t nervous then because it was my job. I wasn’t worried about misreading a signal…doing the wrong thing…I’m not the best with social cues.” I had noticed that about him before. “But I am a really good profiler.” And he’s humble too, apparently.

“I know that you couldn’t fake your reaction to me in the club. Your breathing became quicker, I felt your pulse jump under my lips when they were on your neck. I saw how blown your pupils got." He shifted closer to me then, bringing his other hand up to push my hair behind my shoulder like he did earlier in the night. "Just like they are now."

He leaned closer to me, his voice was lower, and it made my stomach flutter. "You're clenching your thighs together, Y/n. Your shirt may be baggy, but I can see how hard your nipples are too." His tongue ran out to wet his lips. "If I'm wrong, just tell me now. If I've misread this, I will leave right now, and we can pretend this never happened." Spencer brought both his hands up to cradle my face; despite how wet my panties were, how tight my nipples are, how badly I wanted him to touch me, this gesture made me feel special. He was holding me like he actually cared about me like I was precious. "But, if I'm not wrong, and you want this too, Y/n, tell me. Tell me you want this too and I won't stop touching you until you scream my name."

I let out a soft whimper then. Like it’s a choice. “I want this,” I leaned into his touch. “Please, Spencer.”

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please, what, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his lips were on mine. His lips were softer than I imagined, they were firm and almost…questioning. When I nipped at his bottom lip, something seemed to break free inside of him. His lips slanted over mine with a hunger I had never felt. His tongue ran over my bottom lip before I opened for him. Spencer’s tongue moved into my mouth while his hands moved; one hand moved back to grip my hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly, the other moved down to my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting it there in a gesture that felt possessive.

The need for oxygen broke us apart, his lips moving across my cheek to my jaw, then down to my neck. “How could you think I didn’t like you?” he mumbled into my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me. None.”

I threw my head back when he sucked on my pulse point, a moan ripping from my throat. “W-what…what do I do?”

Pulling back from me, he gripped the bottom of my shirt, looking at me for consent before he pulled it over my head. His eyes were firmly on my chest, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed me down slowly on the bed; I was on my back and he was hovering over me. I felt his mouth place hot, wet, kisses from my collarbone down towards my breasts. His right hand landed on my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my nipple while his lips moved closer and closer to my left. I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him forward.

“You want to know what you do to me?” he raised his head slightly, making sure my eyes were on him when he flicked his tongue over my nipple, causing me to gasp. “What do you do to me in your little skirts, with your little smiles, and your little laughs?” He gave my nipple a sharp pinch. “You’re all I fucking think about, y/n.” With a growl, he finally took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He switched to the other breast while he adjusted himself over me, bringing his pelvis down to rest at the seam of my body between my thighs. I shifted restlessly under him, trying to grind my pussy against him. He was so fucking hard.

With a groan, he lifted his head and started kissing his way towards the middle of my chest, moving down to the curve of my stomach. “Do you know how many times I came back to my hotel room after spending all day with you and was so hard I had to cum before I could think of anything else?” he peppered kisses down my body as he spoke.

My eyes shot open at this confession that he seemed to think was no big deal. “What?” I couldn’t believe this. “You…you touched yourself and thought of…”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, taking my raised hips as an invitation to remove both from my body. "You. I thought of you." He threw my clothes on the floor, pulling my legs open. His eyes moved over all of me, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. “I thought about kissing you. About making you squirm for me.” He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, his mouth running slowly over my inner thighs. Spencer’s hands hooked around my upper thighs, moving me to where he wanted me. “But, most of all, I thought about this pretty pussy.” He placed a kiss on my clit, chuckling at the wanton moan that came from me and how my fingers tangled in his soft brown curls. “I thought about all the different ways I could make this pretty pussy cum all over me.” With that, he ran his tongue up my slit before flicking it over my clit.

Dr. Spencer Reid was good at everything, so of course, he was good at this too. His mouth moved over me, watching my reaction to see what I liked best. His tongue moved in circles around my clit before slipping down to my opening. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me, while his thumb came over to rub my clit.

“Spence- fuck- Spencer, please.” My hips tried to shift restlessly, but his arms were iron bars holding me still. He slowly moved his left forearm to rest across my hips, bringing his right hand down to my throbbing pussy. He pulled his mouth away from me, much to my dismay. He pushed one finger, then another into me. My head thrashed wildly, and my thighs started to shake. “Spencer!”

He just smirked and curled his fingers, hitting the spot inside me that made everything in my body pulse. “What, baby?”

My breaths were coming in gasps, my voice was a needy whimper. “Make me cum, Spencer. Please, please make me cum.”

He needed no other encouragement. His fingers continued their steady thrust in and out of me while his mouth covered my clit again. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, then circling it before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

“Spencer.” I felt my orgasm rising. “Spencer don’t- don’t stop. I’m gonna cum, please make me cum.”

He kept his pace steady, sucking on my clit, moaning at my words. His eyes had been closed, but at that moment they opened and met mine. Then I felt his teeth ghost over my clit, I saw the want in his eyes. That was my undoing. My back arched, my mouth hung open in a silent scream. I heard myself say his name over and over again. Spencer pushed his fingers inside me, massaging me through the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. With one final kiss on my oversensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck my orgasm off of them.

He kissed back up my body, and I tried to respond, but I was still so shattered. I had never felt anything so powerful before. He cupped my face in one hand and kissed me slowly. I returned the kiss, moving my hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Spencer broke the kiss, pulling back to look at me again. “Hang on, baby.” His hand came up to still my own. “We can take a second. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

This beautiful man smiled at me then. I felt my heart flutter when he leaned down to pepper soft kisses along my jaw, his thumb coming up to wipe a tear that fell from the corner of my eye that I hadn’t even noticed.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. He shifted to lay beside me, whispering reassurances to me while I came back down. This was just one of the ways that Spencer was so different from every other man. I didn't feel rushed, or pressured. I could feel how hard he still was, I could feel the tension in his body, but he simply kissed me while he cupped my jaw.

He made me feel…cherished.

I moved my hands to tangle in his hair again, deepening our kiss. He didn’t move my hands away when I started to work on the buttons of his shirt. The fire that I thought had been calmed by my orgasm had come roaring back. Spencer moved his hands to his belt while I finished with his shirt. His shirt came off, tossed in the same direction as my clothes. I pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, watching his cock spring free.

Everything about him was painfully beautiful. His angular cheekbones, the jaw that looked like it was carved from granite, even the toned muscles of his body. He had a small trail of hair that went down from his belly button to his groin. His cock laid against his stomach, the head glistening with precum.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, kneeling beside him, running my eyes over his body.

His soft hand came to grab mine, pulling it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, smiling softly at me.

I moved to straddle him, lower on his thighs. I took him in my hand, moving up and down, twisting my wrist as I neared the tip, swiping my thumb over his head.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Y/n, as much as I want you to do…whatever the fuck you want with me, I’m so close. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I bit into my bottom lip, unable to totally stop the smile spreading over my face. “Please, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He moved his hands to my hips, urging my body forward.

I raised up on my knees, taking him in my hand again, lining him up with my entrance. The tendons in his neck were strained, his fingers gripped my hips so hard I knew I was going to have bruises tomorrow. As I slowly started to sink down on his cock, Spencer let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard. His eyes were fixed where our bodies were joined, watching his dick slid deeper inside of me.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”

He was so long, he wasn't overly thick, but just thick enough to cause a pleasurable stretching when he breached me that was almost painful. I gasped out a sound that might have been his name when he bottomed out inside me. I slowly circled my hips, adjusting to him. Spencer’s nails dug into my hips as he forced himself to stay still.

“Please move, y/n. Please. You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned as my walls fluttered around him. “Do you like it when I talk to you? Does that make your pretty pussy wetter?” He smirked at my whimper as I tightened around him.

I began at a slower pace, trying to tease him. Spencer quickly lost patience with that; he thrust his hips upwards, meeting my movements, his hands pushing me down onto him. I leaned forward, bracing on hand on his shoulder, the other on the bed. He pounded into me while I tried to match his pace. Spencer’s hand moved from my hip up to wrap around my throat. I nodded, forcing my eyes to stay open as he moved inside me.

His fingers squeezed slightly, pulling my face closer to his. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss. My thighs burned from matching his movements. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His grip on my neck tightened ever so slightly, which only heightened my arousal. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

He flipped us over quickly, never pulling completely out of me. Spencer moved to push my legs further apart, the change in angle allowing him to fill me deeper than I thought possible. His hair was sticking to his brow, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing erratic. He was the most fucking beautiful thing I had ever seen.

One hand held my leg, the other went down to my pussy, his thumb moving over my clit at a rapid pace. “Tell me what you need, Pretty Girl. Tell me how to make this pretty pussy cum all over me.”

I whined at his words. “Spencer, I-“ my voice broke off. I was so fucking close. "I need you." He seemed to understand my broken plea. He brought his body down, his chest flush against mine. He rocked into me at such a fast and hard pace. His hand still in between us rubbing circles around my clit.

I felt his lips ghost over my ear. “I want to fucking hear you, y/n.” His speed increased, his thrust getting choppier. He was close. “I want this whole fucking town to hear what you sound like when I make you cum. When you cream all over my dick, I want you to scream my name.” With that, he moved his mouth down my neck. He bit the same tender area he had kissed in the club, where my neck met my shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Spencer!" I felt myself begin to splinter apart. “Please make me cum, fuck please.” My babbling finally broke as my orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t hear his deep groan when I came, my scream was too loud. I felt the vibration against my neck. It was only as I started to float down that I realized my nails were dug into his back. With a few last thrust and my name on his lips, I felt Spencer pulse, cumming inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, just breathing before he rolled off of me. I felt overwhelmed, so I was relieved when he tugged me over to him. He wrapped his arm around me when I laid my head on his chest. I felt his lips on my forehead. “It’s very important for women to urinate after sexual intercourse to avoid UTIs, but you have another minute or so before that becomes more urgent.”

I couldn’t control my laugh at his comment. "Thanks, Doc." I kissed his chest. "Only you could make me cum so hard I almost blackout, then go back to being…you." I slowly untangled myself from him, going to the bathroom to handle business. When I returned, I found Spencer where I left him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, one hand resting behind his head, the other over his heart. He looked so lost in that moment.

“Spencer?” I asked, crawling on to the bed. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t pretend that something wasn’t bothering him. “When you said that I just go back to being me…Do you not like that?”

My heart broke a tiny bit at the question. “Spencer, no! I love that! I love your little facts and statistics!” How did he not know that? “The best part of my day is listening to you talk. Just being with you is wonderful.” I cupped his face, bringing his gaze to mine. “Sure, I like what we just did; but I liked you before that. I want both.” Fuck. “Assuming you want me,” I rambled quickly. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, I know that it doesn’t always-“

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever felt. It was filled with hope and promise and…Spencer.

“It means everything to me, Y/n.”

I didn’t see the rest of the team until the next morning when we all boarded the jet; I was so ready to go home. I personally didn’t think anything appeared that different. Spencer sat beside me on the couch, but that wasn’t weird…right? We were just co-workers, sitting beside each other super casually. Had we spent most of last night and a little bit of this morning screwing each other’s brains out? Certainly. But you couldn’t see that…right?

Morgan’s chuckle is what confirmed I was so wrong. “Hey, y/l/n,” he called, smiling so hard it looked like his face would split from his amusement. “You missed a spot.” He pointed towards his own neck.

There was a beat of silence before Hotch snorted. SSA Aaron Hotchner, the man who never found anything funny was laughing at me.

I felt myself turn tomato red, angling my body towards Spencer’s, burying my head against his shoulder, away from the rest of the team.

“I bet you’re glad pretty boy was your partner now, huh?”

I may have wanted to melt into the floor in embarrassment, but it was sort of worth it to see the blush on Spencer’s cheeks.

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(The true battle is watching their superiority complexes clash; tw for shitty daughter/father relationship; enemies -to-‘do they wanna kill each other or fuck each other?’-to-‘oh shit are those butterflies’ ; good for her ; god complexes 😩👌; apologies if this is a piece of shit🫶🏾🫶🏾)

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Hey y’all, sorry for being MIA but I had college and atm a full time job 😅 I hope this is satisfactory, I enjoyed this personally so I hope y’all feel the same. Also, I’d definitely love to write more Eve and Michael so if you have any requests for short fics with them I’m absolutely down to do it (they’d definitely come out quicker!)

Enjoy! Happy Summer.

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As Eve comes to terms with herself, she and Michael look at the world with different eyes. The final chapter. 🖤

final part | eden

If there was one thing I would tell everyone—my sisters, the millions that died, the survivors that suffered, the children who were never born and the ones who never grew—it would be that I am not a hero. I am not a savior, and looking back, I was never a sentinel for humankind. Maybe it’s because of the way my childhood was; fucked up people have bad childhoods, and although I wouldn’t say I was particularly twisted, normal people don’t commit parricide.

I never took pleasure in destroying humanity or the apocalypse, but I wasn’t willing to bend over backwards to try and do something impossible. Not when I was happy enough; it’s better than being hollow, and it’s far better than misery.

And before you even imply it, I didn’t do it just because I was so lovestruck. The mere implication insults me. I have always chased purpose; and while I have only followed purposes that were given to me by others, implicitly or explicitly, I know better than to make something as fickle as another person my purpose. I did my job. I chased my mission. I went after my purpose, no one can say I didn’t try, that I didn’t fight. But there was no more purpose; no more duty. If you’d seen all that I had, you would have done the same—you would have gone to your wives or husbands or that ex you never got over, you’d embrace your loved ones and make the end a happy one. You wouldn’t have left the peaceful eye of the storm to try and fight against the wind.

If that’s not good enough for you, then I hope you can accept my apology. I would have been a good Supreme. I tried to be one until the end. I’m sorry.

But I was never a martyr.

***

“Hello, Michael.”

I held his gaze with uncertainty. He took in my features as he walked towards me, his smile only growing.

“It really is you, isn’t it,” he said softly, touching my face, “You came and found me.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Sorry I took all of the bacon.”

He looked at me fondly in absolute silence. I smiled awkwardly, looking away. The emotion in his eyes overwhelmed me.

“Why did you come back,” he asked, taking my hand, “I figured you were going back to your coven.”

“I did. I tried to stop the Apocalypse. I failed for two years straight.”

He seemed pleased by the news. “And then you came back to me?”

I let out a gentle sigh, my nerves fading from the feeling of his hand on mine.

“Yes. I did.”

I looked up to meet his gaze. “I’ve been to fifty-six timelines in the last two years. I killed you in fifteen of them, and the number’s so low because I couldn’t bear to do it anymore after the last time jump I did.”

“I can imagine how much you enjoyed the first time,” he added, eyes twinkling with humor.

“The first time was about as good as the last.”

He paused, the twinkle fading. Slowly, I intertwined my fingers with his.

“It was almost scary, you know. In fifty-six timelines filled with thousands of possibilities and changes, you were always there. In fact, I’m willing to admit that at a certain point, I started to go looking for you if you weren’t there already.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “And my world just seemed worse and worse every time I came back to this timeline where I was all alone.”

“And…I don’t regret doing what I did that morning. I don’t do things I regret. But…”

I fell silent, unable to finish the sentence while looking into his eyes.

“But…?”

“I’ve thought of waking up in your arms more than I think would be normal. Or okay. Or rational.”

I let out a shaky sigh, looking into his eyes, frowning a bit and holding onto his hand firmly.

“So, I guess I came back because I…I think…”

His eager expression made my words fail as blood rose to my cheeks in embarrassment. He smiled, but it was a genuinely warm one—one that reminded me of that warm halo in the midday sun.

“I…think I might…”

I couldn’t finish it; I couldn’t say it out loud just yet but it didn’t matter to him. He still leaned down, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kissed me like I’d told him I’d loved him a million times. I held onto him as we kissed, gripping onto his coat. He laughed softly after our lips parted.

“What are you holding on so desperately for,” he questioned.

“I’m scared I might fall.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, leaning in again, “I’ll catch you.”

I laughed, making his eyebrows draw in a confused smile.

“What?”

“That’s definitely one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard.”

Eyes shining, he shook his head and kissed me. The light in his gaze danced lazily behind my eyelids as I held him tighter, my body melting in his arms as he smiled at the feeling.

***

Two months passed with Michael and I was finding myself growing peaceful. Two months waking up in Michael’s arms had caused me to grow accustomed to embracing another and being embraced, which is something I experienced often with him. I was amused by it. I once asked him if he was hanging on so I wouldn’t leave, and he only held me tighter and smiled into the crook of my neck.

My sisters haunted me, though. They haunted me in the back of my mind and watched me through the shadows on the wall at night. But the longer I was with Michael, the less I wanted to return. I would protect them from the End—it was my duty as a Supreme and a witch to protect them from oblivion—but I couldn’t go back and leave behind this peace.

By the fifth month with Michael, I couldn’t see myself ever setting foot in an academy for exceptional anyones ever again. I didn’t want it any other way.

I expected pains and gripes more the longer we’d been each other’s company, each other’s solace. It was inevitable, or at least that’s what I believed. I don’t think Micheal ever believed he could be loved romantically to begin with, and it seemed that he was in complete psychological bliss after this had been disapproved. If only I could’ve been that simple. Instead, I found myself disturbing my own peace after seven months—staying up later and later and getting in bed when I knew Micheal was dead asleep, stiffening in his arms again, straying mentally—and it was magical and terrifying to watch. I had no control over it, I had no want for it, but it kept going and it got worse until it reached the point where Micheal’s peace was disturbed, too.

“Have I done something?”

I paused, looking up from my book and reluctantly meeting Michael's eyes.

"...No."

He sighed as I turned the page and continued reading. I felt him sit down next to me, placing a hand on my arm to draw my attention away from the book. I kept my eyes downcast with discomfort as Michael tried to catch my gaze.

"Eve. I know something's wrong. Don't lie to me if I've hurt you or have done something to upset you."

"I don't want to talk about it," I admitted. "It's me, not you. It's juvenile."

He caressed my cheek, then turned my face to his, tilting my head up. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.

"Nothing you feel is juvenile to me."

I swallowed, feeling my heart jump, and tried to look away but Michael wouldn't let me. A smile started to form on my lips as I pushed his hand away to turn my face.

"Eve."

"Why do you always know the perfect thing to say?"

"I don't know the perfect thing to say," he said with a small laugh.

I gave him a look. "Yes, you do. It's your nature to say exactly what someone wants or needs to hear."

"I'm not trying to trick you, Eve," he said with some offense, "I love you."

"I know. You're just good at being kind to me. It's...strange."

I held his gaze, giving a little smile and he looked into my eyes.

"I'm not going to stop being kind, I promise. I wouldn't mistreat someone I'm so lucky to have."

I laughed, feeling embarrassment creep up inside of me.

"I mean it," he asserted with a smile, pulling me close, "I love you, Eve."

I nodded. "I know, I know. I..."

With an apologetic look, I finished my sentence. "I care for you, too."

He only kept smiling. "I care for you more."

I kissed his cheek, smiled, and went back to reading. He lingered.

“Eve, I want you to come with me today.”

I frowned instinctively. “God, not those two bowl cut douchebags and their purple demon, no way, I told you I never—“

He laughed. “You really do hate them, don’t you?”

I scoffed. “Yeah. They don’t have to stick around, do they?”

“Probably.”

“Great.”

“I’m not going to Silicon Valley, though. I’m going to meet them.”

I rose my eyebrows, not looking away from the page. “The Cooperative?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going with Miriam?”

“That’s beside the point, I want you to come.”

I smiled. “It’s a little important, considering she hates me.”

“Well, you did kill her.”

“And she got the benefit of burning in hell. If I was her, I would be thanking me.”

He chuckled. “And you wonder why she hates you.”

I gave him a humorous glance.

“You can relay the information to me just the same, can’t you?”

“That’s not why I want you to come.”

“Oh. Why, then?”

He hesitated to answer, which caught my attention.

“I’m getting a little concerned about your well-being, that’s all. You’ve barely left here in five months, and all you do is read. You aren’t the kind of person who hides from things.”

I broke my focus on the page I was reading to give him an offended look. “I’m not hiding from anything.”

“You aren’t doing anything, either,” he said, “You’re not a person who doesn’t do anything.”

I sighed, closing my book. He gently took it from my hands almost instantaneously.

“I think it’s what’s affected your mood. I’m just…worried.”

I glanced around the darkened room, seeing the half empty pitcher of water, the haphazardly stacked books, the sunlight battling against the blackout curtains. I relented.

“Fine. I could use some sun.”

“And some fresh air,” he added, taking my hand and removing me from the bed.

“Mm, while it still lasts.”

He smiled.

***

The car ride with me, Michael and Miriam was awkward. (Well, robo-Miriam, but Miriam just the same.)

She had a number of grudges against me: killing her, abandoning Micheal, coming back to Michael, being the Supreme, all the times I said ‘God’ and ‘Jesus’, and so on and so forth…I didn’t expect the Antichrist to come with a mother-in-law who hated me, but I’d accepted it as my deserved punishment for leaving my sisters behind.

Her face immediately fell the moment I got into the car. “Oh, you’ve finally come out during the day?”

I sighed, putting on my sunglasses. “You are just always in a bad mood when I see you; are you sure you don’t need an OS update?”

“Oh! Look at that, she’s got jokes. Aren’t you a funny little witch?”

The way she spat that word out like it was some kind of insult made my stomach tense in sudden anger.

I smiled at her. “What’s funny is that the only thing keeping you from death again is your precious little boy.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the car after that. Michael gave me a look, and I shrugged.

“What? I didn’t start it.”

He didn’t appreciate it when I threatened to kill her again. I told him all he had to do was to get her to behave, but we both knew I wouldn’t do it. He loved her. With some embarrassment I took his hand and met his eyes.

“Sorry. I’ll be nice.”

He squeezed my hand and gaze me a smile. I turned my attention to the window, putting in an earbud.

Michael was right to be concerned about me, although I would never tell him that. Between armageddon and being a failure, I was inclined to live off of books, sugary cereals, liters and liters of water and some occasional fruit to avoid scurvy.

I hadn’t left the house because I was terrified—terrified of my own place in the world and what I was supposed to do now. I’d only thought of an escape from the crushing doom that trying to save the world gave me, and I while I only briefly acknowledged that going to Micheal implied ending the world, I didn’t really understand it. When I started packing that suitcase, I only thought of Micheal. When I left New Orleans for Los Angeles I was only thinking of being in Michael’s embrace.

I’d gotten what I wanted, and I loved being with Michael. I didn’t really get how phyrric a reunion with him would be, though. However, I’d recovered my mind now. I really fucked up, but I didn’t want to change a thing. It was insane, but it was undeniable that I was happy. Michael’s smile made me smile, his laugh made me laugh, his contentment gave me a deep sense of ease. I was fond of him and his wickedness and his naïveté, although he wasn’t very naïve about much except ending the world. I was very fond of that. More than I should’ve been. That was going to run out sooner or later.

There were times when I wondered and questioned. I would shower late and inhale the steam, feeling the pressure of my life leave my warmed muscles and spiral down the drain. My mind would become clear as a crisp winter sky, and I would think of my mother. I wished to speak to her, to go to her and have my fears quelled, that Michael could be trusted with forever. I knew he wasn’t a good man—he wasn’t a man to begin with. Maybe that was better. He was a monster, and this was a secret to neither of us. I supposed this was better than my mother with Ariel, but I had no way of knowing. This fear began to sit on my chest when I laid down next to him, crushing my ribs and lungs as I stared at the ceiling and held onto his hand. Was I following the same pattern? Michael was devoted to me, he was helplessly in love which I knew not just from his words, but from his eyes. Those vast, empty pits, they now held adoration and visions of our long and plentiful future. A future stained in blood, but a future we shared.

I was afraid to love him completely. It was something I didn’t want to admit, or that I knew then, but I knew if I loved him I wouldn’t be able to betray him if I had to. I was still a woman; a human being. He could freeze his heart, I thought, he could stop adoring me as quickly and powerfully as he started. It comforted me to know I could do the same, and I was afraid of the possibility of that capability suddenly vanishing, that I would wake up one day uninhibited and loving, all of my cunning and power stripped away. I feared loving him—he wasn’t a good man, after all.

But I wasn’t a good woman, either. Sometimes I needed to recall it. It gave me some relief.

***

When we drove back from meeting the Cooperative (a bunch of silly rich kids playing Illuminati if you ask me) , we came upon some traffic that slowed us down. I cracked the window as we sat there and waited for some movement. It felt suffocating in the car for some reason, possibly because of Robo-Miriam’s death stare whenever I made any sound or movement that reminded her of my existence.

Still, it felt unbearable the longer we sat. There was a horrible aching sensation that squeezed my temples as if my brain had swelled. I let out a soft groan, massaging my knuckles against my forehead and rolling the window down fully.

Michael placed his hand on mine. “Are you okay?”

I gave a feeble affirmation, which did little to convince him.

“I think I just need some water,” I assured him with a brief smile, “I’m fine. Really.”

“If you need a nap, go ahead,” he said gently, “I know it’s a bit of a road trip.”

Miriam groaned. “What, is she a toddler? She’s fine, probably just a headache from being in the sun longer than a half hour.”

“For once I might agree with her,” I said, chuckling dryly. “Would you mind if we—“

Our eyes locked briefly, but undeniably recognized the other’s gaze, their face. My mouth went dry, my words became long forgotten and my body went rigid—sitting right across the street, cooly enjoying an espresso in the outside seating of a cafe was Behold. He held my astonished stare, rose his porcelain cup towards me, and continued to drink. I swallowed, feeling nausea pool in my stomach. My head spun as the traffic suddenly cleared. I couldn’t break my eyes from his. I couldn’t reach for Michael’s hand, or let out a shocked gasp. I was frozen. They’d found me. Or had they already found me? Were those dreams really dreams or were they reaching out for me? Was I ever really free? Did I truly leave it all behind, or was it just slow to follow?

“Eve? Eve.”

My mind snapped back into reality as the muggy breeze hit my face. Michael was holding my hand, and Miriam was eyeing me. I slowly inhaled, trying to let my constricted lungs expand. I tightened my grip on Michael’s hand, managing to lift my arm to roll the window up. It didn’t help any, though—his eyes were still on me, and I couldn’t escape them.

***

Floral shop, this evening, don’t be followed.

The words sprouted in my mind while I was submerged in a steaming hot bath, trying to push away memories of time-jumping, vomiting, and sleepless nights, of critical stares and far less mincing thoughts. I wonder what Behold was going to think of me as—a monster, an idiot, a victim, or a coward? I tried to hide it from Michael but I couldn’t push it down. I was a pale statue by the fireplace, eyes distant and pupils wide, mindlessly picking at its cuticles until it drew blood. I asked Michael to leave me alone, and he obliged. He knew when I really wanted to be alone, when it wasn’t just a reflex, when I couldn’t handle anything beyond myself. So I sat there alone in the quiet, listening to the crackling fire until it was time.

I started with gnawing anxiety from the couch, pacing quietly across the room, feeling the walls inching closer towards me when I stopped moving. I didn’t know how I’d put on a strong face when I had no spite to pull from; only shame. I started to wonder many things; like if there were any other witches, if they were planning to get to Michael through me; if my mother was there with them. The thought of my mother stilled me, but the walls stayed still. I clasped my hands, biting down hard on my lip, and sunk slowly to the ground.

Oh god, I thought to myself, what is all this? Why did this madness become my life? What am I doing?

Why can’t it all just disappear?

I took a shaky breath, lowering my head to the floor and letting the few tears that pricked at my eyes accumulate under my eyelids as I recalled that it, in fact, all would.

An hour and a half faded past me, and I got to my feet, wiped my eyes, had a drink, then went to the mirror to transmute myself to the flower shop. I, of course, did it easily, but I wasn’t sure how stealthy I was. I didn’t give it much thought as I inhaled the scent of roses and gardenias while my throat closed. I could feel Behold there, but I couldn’t see him. Where was he? Where was the son of a bitch, was he hiding on purpose? Where—

“Eve.”

I spun around so fast I nearly knocked over an arrangement of red roses and small purple wildflowers. I quickly caught it, avoiding his gaze in embarrassment. After I steadied it, I let my gaze wander, unsure what to do but unwilling to meet his eyes.

“Eve, you could at least look at me.”

I dug my nails into my palm, gave him a brief glance, then moved away. He followed after quickly, then suddenly pulled me into a tight hug. I tensed, my heart lightening and my stomach forming knots.

“Be—Behold—“

“Shit, do you know how terrified I was? I thought you’d died! Thank God I finally found you—we gotta get you out of here.”

I frowned, struggling to breathe in his tight hold.

“Wait—“

“How did that son of a bitch find you? Has he hurt you? Do you know—“

“Okay—I—okay—Behold, wait—“

“Me and the girls have been looking for you for months,” he said with a relieved sigh.

“Can you let me go?”

“Of course.”

His arms loosened, and I stepped back. I swallowed.

“Behold, why are you looking for me? Didn’t you read—“

“Please, as if we’d believe that shit. I knew immediately it was that—“

“His name is Michael,” I said, cutting him off with some assertion.

He paused, giving me a look. I sighed and rubbed my forehead, already regretting this.

“His…his name’s Michael. Just call him that.”

A pregnant silence surrounded us, and I tried to keep my shoulders squared in face of the birthing tension.

“Okay, Eve,” he said, voice gentle, “What’s been going on?”

“I wasn’t kidnapped. I wasn’t…forced, okay? I just…”

I sighed heavily and looked away from Behold’s confused stare.

“I wanted to go to him.”

I muttered it and clasped my hands behind my back. Behold stepped closer and I leaned back slightly.

“Eve, what are you whispering for?”

“You’re going to be upset. All of you are going to…you’re never going to forgive me. I know it.”

Behold took hold of my arms warmly. “Eve, we love you. You’ve been nothing but devoted to our people; you pushed yourself beyond the limit to fight for our future. That love’s not going anywhere, no matter what the problem is.”

My lips twisted and were threatening to quiver. I met Behold’s eyes.

“That’s the thing, there is no problem. I chose to leave and go to Michael. I needed to. I…”

The shock gradually developed in his expression, lowering his eyebrows, sagging his eyes and making him step away. He stayed silent, forcing me to conjure up more words.

“I just needed to go to him. No, not need, I just—I can’t explain it well, I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s a spell, isn’t it? He’s done something to you—“

I shook my head. “No, it’s just…”

He held my gaze, then looked down. I watched him anxiously and moved towards him.

“Behold, I’m—“

“Don’t apologize,” he said, “It’s not like you.”

I let out a heavy sigh, clasping my hands behind my back.

“I didn’t want to leave,” I told him. It was true. “I just…I had nothing more I could do. I had nothing to give you all, I—“

I took a breath, feeling my lips tremble. “It’s embarrassing to admit but all I could think about was being with him. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

He looked up with astonishment. I quickly clarified.

“All of it.”

“Why would you go to him, though,” he questioned slowly.

I was helpless. I let out a soft chuckle, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I have feelings for him, Behold, don’t play coy. We have feelings for each other.”

It was like a bomb siren had went off. We were both frozen in front of each other, Behold shocked into silence and my body taut as I braced for conflict, unable to let the silence grow.

“We’re connected. It’s something beyond good and evil, it’s predetermined, I can’t explain it better. Every timeline I went to, he was there. In other timelines we’re lovers, too. We can’t escape each other, and…we can’t help but find each other when we’re apart.”

Behold shook his head. “Eve, I understand you’re under a lot of stress—“

“Behold, there’s no point in trying to explain it any other way than the truth. I mean shit, you think I’m happy about it? If I could choose someone else to feel this way for, I would.”

I gave a slight smile, but he wasn’t amused. Maybe he could tell the last part of what I said wasn’t true; that it was just to placate him.

I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or angry. That distinction always proved to be precarious. He held my gaze in silence for what felt like an eternity. With a hollow ache inside, I turned away, looking at a vase of white lilies.

“Eve, you didn’t need to run away. We—“

“It wasn’t about you,” I said quietly, feeling the petals against my fingertips.

“Then why? Why leave us for the Antichrist? Why go into the arms of a monster when you have our world on your shoulders?”

He let out a sharp exhale. “I doubt something like him even feels those kinds of things.”

My stomach clenched, and I clutched a lily firmly, giving him a sharp look. He scoffed.

“Oh, forgive me for insulting your little romance, Eve, but some of us still care about the apocalypse.”

My indignation flared inexplicably. Everything he was saying was fair to think, but I snatched my hand away from the vase and stared at him harshly.

“You think I don’t care,” I echoed with indignation, stepping towards Behold, “You think I don’t lose sleep? That I’m not haunted every single fucking day by all of the lives that are going to be stopped like that?”

I snapped my fingers, finally able to hold his gaze firmly.

“I’m the fucking Supreme, and I can’t do a single damn thing to stop this shit. Do you think, that after a lifetime of training, of fighting for this duty that I wanted to fail you all?”

Behold searched my eyes, giving no response. I swallowed thickly, feeling my lips tremble.

“Do you know how many times I had to fail, Behold? Do you know what that means? How many times I found your mutilated corpse? How many times my sisters were tormented and abused and all I could do was watch? How many times I had to kill him? Then see how pointless it all was as the world burned to the ground around me?”

I stepped closer to Behold, piercing his eyes, feeling the familiar spark of anger within me. “Do you know how many times I vomited blood, poured over spellbooks I already knew cover to cover, cried into my pillow, punished myself because we’re all fucking helpless?”

“You think we’re helpless?”

I shook my head firmly. “No, I know. I fucking know.”

“We’re not,” he coolly denied.

“I can see through your confident visage Behold, you know it too, there’s nothing—“

I glanced around, noticing the eyes I attracted by raising my voice. I let out a breath, calming myself down. I spoke quietly.

“None of us can prevent this. It’s fate. I didn’t believe in it before, but after witnessing it find a way to fulfill itself so many times, I can’t deny it. It doesn’t matter how powerful any of us are, this is decided by something above all of us, even the Devil himself.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear you feel that way now, but I don’t agree. Neither do our brothers and sisters. And we need our Supreme by our side if we’re going to stop the Antichrist.”

I stayed silent, looking at him. He rose his eyebrows.

“Eve?”

“I’m going to protect you all, I promise, I will try my best, but no. I won’t go through any of it again.”

“We’re not going to do Tempus Infinitum anymore if that’s what you’re afraid of—“

I let out an exasperated sigh, throwing my arms out. “Behold, I love him.”

The words hit us both like a freight train. His eyes widened slightly in disbelief. A gasp escaped my lips as I heard my own words. I broke my gaze away from his for a moment, faltering.

“Eve, you don’t mean that.”

I looked at the floor in disbelief. Did I?

“Yes,” I whispered, “Yes, I do. I love him. I want to love him.”

He moved towards me desperately, grabbing my arms again. It shocked me, but not as much as before. For some reason, I felt more solid. My feet were firmly planted on the ground in what seemed like the first time in this conversation.

“Eve, listen to me—“

“I am going to protect all of you, no matter what, but I am not going to hurt Michael.”

I took in his shaken gaze. I tried to give him another small smile, but the corners of my mouth were curving downward. I touched his cheek.

“You can keep fighting if you want to, but I can’t join you. I won’t hurt Michael ever again if I have the choice not to.”

Tears started to form in his eyes. “Eve, you’re not well. You’re not yourself, you can’t be thinking clearly.”

“I love him, Behold.”

Saying it felt like a breeze passing through my body.

“I love him. I won’t hurt him, and I won’t let anyone else hurt him, either. I don’t want to fight you Behold. I don’t want to fight anyone anymore.”

A tear fell down his cheek and I wiped it away. I could feel a well of emotion threatening to rise to the surface again as I could see the confusion, the betrayal in his eyes.

“I only want to protect the people I love. Please don’t make me choose who those people are going to have to be.”

“You…you can’t mean this,” he softly exclaimed.

“I do. Take from it what you will, tell whoever you want. But it’s the truth and it’s what I’m going to do.”

I removed his hands from me and stepped back. It was probably a bad time to ask, but I didn’t care to stay here much longer.

“Is my mother well?”

“What?’

“My mother. How is she?”

He paused then gave a weak chuckle. “She’s gone, actually.”

My hold on the floor faltered a bit. “What do you mean?”

“Not more than two days after you were gone, she up and disappeared herself. Like daughter, like mother, I suppose.”

I blinked, stepping back.

“You know I can’t begin to understand what going through all of those timelines felt like, but I know that this isn’t you. The Eve I know wouldn’t turn her back on everything because things got too hard.”

I chuckled a little. “Neither Eves would be able to change a thing.”

“But the Eve I know would try,” he pressed.

I nodded. “And she would’ve failed.”

Before he could respond, a petite woman in a rainbow apron approached us.

“Sorry to bother you two, but we’re closing soon.”

Behold was unresponsive. I gave her a smile.

“Okay, we’ll get out of your hair.”

She smiled, nodded, then walked away. I turned back to Behold, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll see you again soon, hopefully in a place like this.”

He slowly met my eyes and seemed to take in my features. I frowned.

“What?”

“I remember the day when your father arrived at Miss Robicheaux’s beaten and half dead under your magic. I remember thinking back to your face…”

He gently touched my cheek for a moment, eyes distant.

“Back to that little girl who looked just like her mother…who I could see the perfect reflection of Nadia in. I was so convinced of Nadia’s influence that I ignored the warning signs. I would think, “why she’s Nadia’s girl, she wouldn’t hurt a fly if it came down to it”.”

A pressure formed in my gut, and I held his gaze, trying to seem undaunted.

“You and your father were so distant, I thought you had none of him in you. But now…I think you were hiding it all this time.”

I tightened my lips and pressed them together. “What, do you want me to feel something? Like remorse? Sadness? Anger? I don’t. I only delivered the justice my mother deserved.”

A sudden rush of sorrow filled his eyes. “I should’ve done more, I should’ve pushed to be there for you. You were so alone, Eve.”

I knitted my brows, seeing the grief in his eyes.

“I know how you and the witches always saw me. You looked at me like some kind of beacon of hope, some übermensch that would protect our people, but I’m no better than Michael is.”

“Eve, no! That’s not—“

“It is true. We are both voids created for other’s purposes. I was consumed by my father’s purpose, then my mother passed on her purpose to me. I’ve never been my own. I think we’re both cursed in that way. I think that’s why we always find each other.”

“Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you’re happy to give yourself to him? You think he won’t throw you away the moment he decides he doesn’t want you anymore?”

.“I haven’t given him a thing. I don’t have to give anything. My whole life I’ve had to give, change, hide. With Michael, I’m free.”

“He’s a monster.”

I smiled, holding his conviction-filled gaze.

“That’s the thing—so am I.”

“No. No you’re not.”

“Yes, Behold, I am. I’m empty; I am heartless, cruel, and vindictive. I lie, I manipulate, I find glee in other’s suffering and deception. That doesn’t sound very different than Michael, does it?”

“I know you, Eve,” he insisted, “You have a heart. You have loyalty and love within you. You’re just angry, you’re just hurt.”

I held his gaze intently, taking his hand and pressing it against my chest.

“Feel me, Behold. Feel my heart, look into my eyes. Am I really just angry at this point?”

His arm tensed as I showed him, opening up to his uneasy stare and letting it flow; the memories, the thoughts, the hitchhiking, the times with Michael, all of it. His hand squeezed into a fist as I held his arm still despite his attempts to pull it away.

“Monsters can love. We can be kind and loyal. But that doesn’t change who we are. It’s why we’re willing to do the things no one else would.”

I finally let Behold steal his arm back, satisfied by the defensive gleam in his eye—not exactly fear, but just close enough. I glanced over to the shopkeep, who was watching us anxiously.

“Come on, let’s go.”

I turned Behold, leading him out of the door and closing it behind us. The air was dry and cool. The sun was setting. I let out a soft exhale, leaning on the window and admiring the sky. The sunset was brilliant. It filled my eyes. We stood on the sidewalk quietly.

“You trust him?”

I looked to Behold curiously. He seemed to have regained himself, and was eyeing me.

I frowned, observing the cars. “I can see it in his soul that he cares for me. Before, there was nothing…now there’s me.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

I looked at Behold with a small smile. “Trust is built. For now, I believe him.”

I left the flower shop with a renewed sense of peace. I could feel the life drumming through my veins; the blood pumping in and out of my heart. I wanted to return to the streets of Los Angeles with him on my arm. I wanted to do anything and everything, be anything and everything, but always with him. I wanted to make love and dance and sing and laugh and scream and stroke his golden hair and smile at the sound of his laugh and see the way his eyes lit up when we looked at each other and let his love fill me up, up, up until I overflowed back into him. I went back to Michael that night with music in me. I went back to Michael with the comfort of a lost child going home.

He was up and waiting for me in the library, reading but half asleep. I laughed a little bit at the sight of him, his relaxation despite the fact he had no clue where I went or who I was seeing. I took off my heels and went to him quietly as his eyes fell shut. I watched his peaceful face, admiring the fullness of his lips and his beautiful features.

My beautiful monster.

I ran my fingers through his hair, waking him. He frowned as his eyes opened then looked up and saw me. A smile formed on his lips instantaneously as he saw mine and caressed my cheek.

“Where did you go,” he asked.

“I saw Behold when we were driving back from Silicon Valley. He had me meet him at a flower shop.”

He let out a deep sigh, sitting up, looking at me with a hint of uncertainty in his tired eyes.

“Was anyone else with him?”

“No, didn’t seem like it.”

I took off my jacket and reclined into his arms on the couch. He took me happily, but I could sense the nugget of tension inside of him. I stroked the back of his hand.

“You know, I realized something talking to him.”

“What’s that?”

“We’re quite alike.”

He laughed and I smiled. “Oh, you’ve just discovered that?”

“Yes, yes I have,” I admitted with a giggle. “And…I wonder if you feel something.”

He hummed. I looked up at him to see into his eyes.

“Do you ever want to get away?”

He frowned. “From what?”

“All of it.”

There was some silence, and we came to an understanding through our stares.

“Are you happy, Michael?”

“Of course I’m happy, I have you.”

I shook my head. “Besides me. Would you feel whole without me? Alive?”

He smiled, letting out a sigh. “I wouldn’t feel much of anything without you. Although I would have Ms. Mead.”

“You would feel loneliness, though. You would feel the aching sense of otherness, you would feel your soul crying out for someone, anyone to understand.”

He eyed me. “What’s on your mind, Eve?”

“I want us to get away. See the world, be in love. It would be nice. We’re together, and we should savor it before throwing all of this away.”

“Should I be suspicious of some kind of ploy?”

I laughed. “Does wanting to be free of all this count as a ploy?”

He was quiet, and I was slightly concerned I’d upset him.

“It’s just…I don’t know, I feel free for the first time in my life, and It’s fucking amazing.”

I touched his face. “And I want to share it with you.”

I pushed myself up to kiss him, and he returned the kiss gently, but I could see it in his eyes.

“I’m not manipulating you.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

He glanced away in thought. “I can’t leave my responsibility behind.”

“I can’t abandon my duty either. I’m still a Supreme, you know. I’m still going to protect my sisters when the time comes. I understand. But it doesn’t have to be your entire life here.”

He looked back at me with a slightly amused smile. “Eve…”

I laughed awkwardly. “I know, I know, you’re not human, you don’t care.”

He stroked my cheek with his thumb in appreciation of my understanding. I took his hand, looking at him sincerely and feeling a little sheepish.

“I am, though. I’m human and I care, even if it’s not as much as the average person and you’re human enough to enough to understand that love changes people.”

I squeezed his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes softened.

“And I’ve already changed for it. If you trust me to let it happen, it’ll change you, too.”

He was quiet for a while, and closed his eyes. I rested my head on his chest and shut mine too. I listened to his heartbeat, strong and steady like mine. His voice was quiet as it broke my focus on the crackling of the fireplace.

“I don’t think Ms. Mead would let me get past two yards of this place.”

I laughed softly. “Just put her in water and we could go.”

To my surprise, he gave a little laugh too.

“Where would we go?”

“Everywhere.”

“Where first, then?”

I looked up at him with a smile. “Have you been to Europe before?”

“No.”

“Then there. We can see these lavender fields in France that I always see online.”

“And the Eiffel Tower?”

I chuckled. “Of course, if that’s what you want.”

He smiled, then looked at me seriously. “I’m still going to end the world, you know.”

I nodded, undaunted. “Yeah, I know. I’ll still be with you then, too.”

“Won’t you miss it?”

I frowned. “What?”

“Everything. The world.”

I gave it some thought, then laughed.

“I’m like you, remember?”

He smiled, and that twinkle in his eye filled me up. It overflowed from my lips again.

“I love you.”

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years ago

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just little old me

pairing: harry styles x reader

summary: after releasing his second album, and the music video to his hit “watermelon sugar”, the response from his fans is overwhelmingly positive. and while you’re not surprised, harry on the other hand is very grateful, but just a little confused. but you’re more than happy to help clear some things up for him.

warnings: smut (hints of sub! and dom!harry––we love a switch) + unprotected sex but y’all know not to do that! be safe <3

word count: 3k

notes: this is my first ever harry fic! (also based on the summary u can see how long ago i started this sfjkdhgs) i’m so scared to post this i feel like all the harry writers are so talented––

[i’ve been reading harry fics for so long and these are just some of the blogs that you could say pushed my love for harry and inspired me to write a fic of my own: @majorharry @harryforvogue @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @sunflowervolvimp3 @haroldloverboy @songbirdstyles if you haven’t read their stuff yet, you should! i reread them all the time!]

You and Harry had been friends for the longest time, since before he was the Harry Styles. You’d watched him grow up in the spotlight while you supported and loved him from the sidelines. He’d bring you everywhere with him when he could, or rather when you allowed him to––you didn’t like the idea of him spending his money on you, but he always waved you off, saying nothing was too much if it was for you.

You were so proud of what he’d achieved and what he’d become but he was still the same Harry you grew up with and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him in your life all this time.

While he rarely spent his time on social media, you spent a majority of your time checking your phone and refreshing your feeds––you just liked to be informed and up to date. Harry didn’t interact that frequently with his fans online, instead preferring the connection when you meet face to face. However, although he wouldn’t respond to people, he would often let you show him what people were saying––after all, he was human too and sometimes he would get a little curious.

You and Harry had been sitting on his couch for an hour now, him messaging Jeff to deal with work related things while you scrolled through twitter, looking at the fans reactions to Harry’s latest music video. It made you smile seeing how happy he made people, you’d seen several people had said that this was “exactly what we needed during this time” and honestly, you couldn’t agree more.

You scrolled down some more and genuinely laughed out loud at the next tweet you read. “I’d sell both my legs and arms just to be the watermelon slice between Harry’s teeth.”

You caught Harry’s attention and he looked over at you, raising a brow, a small smile on his lips. “What’s up?”

You settled down from your laughing fit and showed him the tweet and both his eyebrows raised.

He laughed sheepishly, “You know I really don’t get the ‘hype’”, he put the last word in air quotes. He was always trying to keep up with the latest “slang” as he would put it. He shrugged, a small smirk on his face “I’m just little old me.”

Though his face showed humor, after all the these years, you could tell from the look in his eyes that there was some truth behind his words.

You looked at him incredulously before rolling your eyes and putting your phone aside, unable to stop yourself from going off. “It’s because you’re so genuinely kindhearted, talented and incredibly attractive.” You said as a matter off factly, looking him right in the eye, before looking down at your hands and leaning further back into the couch. “And you have this aura about you––Literally anyone would get down on their knees for you if you asked––actually, no, you wouldn’t even have to ask. You could just look at them and they’d do it, no questions asked. They’d know what to do.”

You had no idea where the courage for you to say all that came from, but you have to admit something about seeing him biting into those watermelons and looking right in the camera three minutes straight while he sang about eating someone out put you on edge. You had been there for him through all his relationships and you loved having him as a friend...but being that close to Harry and not falling in love with him was practically impossible and you weren’t blind. I mean come on.

After a few moments had passed and he still hadn’t said anything, you looked up at him. He was sitting there, a serious look on his face as he stared you down, completely silent. He put his phone down on the table and leaned back, spreading his legs.

You quickly glanced down at his lap then back up to meet his eyes. “What––What are you doing?”

He looked you up and down. “Well according to you,” he tilted his head cheekily, “all I need to do is look at you, and you’ll know what to do.”

Your breath hitched, your brain malfunctioning.“I––You?” You shook your head, knowing that Harry wouldn’t be doing or saying anything if he didn’t mean it. You decided you’d ask questions later. After all, it’d been a while since you got with anybody and you were more than a little horny. You snapped out of your daze and made your way over to him, sliding down onto your knees right in front of him.

You pushed down the thought of how there were literally millions of other people who would kill to be in your position right now and focused on the task at hand. You looked up at him, silently asking for some direction but he shook his head slightly, “This is all you, love. You call the shots.”

You nodded to yourself, taking a deep breath as you calmed yourself down. “Can you take these off for me?” You asked, pulling on his shirt and his sweats.

He quickly got up and stripped himself of his shirt and his bottoms, but you stopped his hands before he could reach for his briefs. You cleared your throat, looking up at him, “I––I can do it.”

He smiled at you before dropping his hands at his sides, letting you do your thing.

You slowly brought the material down, letting his member spring free, trying not to stare too much because wow. You left a trail of soft kisses down his thighs as you pushed the underwear down his legs and you could feel him taking sharp breaths as you did so. He quickly stepped out of them and waited for you to tell him his next move.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and innocently sinful and he swore he felt himself swell up a little more. Your voice was small yet firm when you spoke up. “Can you sit down for me, please?”

He eagerly took a seat and placed his hands on his thighs, his ringed fingers spread out, anxiously tapping against his legs. You grabbed his member and he let out a shaky breath, eyes flitting between your hands on him and your face––both views entrancing him.

“Is this okay, H?” You asked softly and he almost choked on his breath.

He nodded, “Y––Yeah, f’course it is lovie, shit.”

You hummed, smiling as you leaned forward and swirled your tongue around his tip. You left open mouthed kisses along his shaft and licked along his cock, from the base to the top before spitting on it, spreading it with you hand and getting it nice and wet. His fingers were digging into his thighs and you couldn’t help but notice.

You took your hand off of him and ignored the whine that escaped him as you did so. You took his hands in yours and placed them on your head, “You can.” You smiled gently and he nodded, his fingers grasping your strands firmly but not harsh enough to hurt you.

You put your mouth back on him, stroking him as you took him into your mouth, bobbing your head, relishing in the small whimpers and moans of your name he let out. You were completely focused on him, tuning into what made him react the loudest and doing it over and over again just to hear those pretty sounds again.

His fingers gripped your hair harder, his hips unwillingly bucking into you softly as he got closer. “M’gonna cum, love. Don’t––” He was mumbling, biting his lips as he looked down at you. When you sucked on his tip, looking him in the eyes, he cursed softly and let his head rest on the cushion, deciding it was too much to feel you and look at you if he wanted to last. “Don’t wanna cum just yet.”

You hummed and pulled off of him, your hand still stroking him. “No?” You pouted playfully. He could hear it in your voice and it only made him twitch in your hand.

“N––No.” He swallowed thickly and looked down at you, his eyes blown with lust. He reached down and pulled you up to stand between his legs. “Wanna make you feel good too.” You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. “Not fair for me to be the only one getting what I want, is it?” He tilted his head, licking his lips as he looked up at you, his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs teasingly.

When you didn’t respond, his hands squeezed you. “Asked you a question, lovie.”

You gasped lightly. “N––No it’s––not fair...”

He smirked, reaching for your shorts. “Let’s take these off, yeah?” You nodded and let out a small yeah, and only then did his fingers slip into the waistband and pull the material down your legs. You placed your hands on his shoulders while he helped you step out of your bottoms. He looked up at you, a glint in his eyes as he reached for your panties, again, only pulling them down after you gave your verbal consent. He kept his eyes trained on yours the whole time he slipped them down, and if anything that made you feel more vulnerable––more open.

When you stepped out of them, he trailed his hands up your thighs and along your hips before raising your shirt a bit. “Can you take this off for me?” You nodded and pulled the shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes as his hands splayed across your abdomen, his cold rings contrasting with the warm pressure of his fingertips.

His hands slid up, and he smiled when you let out a breathless please when he asked for permission to touch your newly exposed skin. His eyes finally trailed down past your eyes, widening with arousal when they settled on your soft skin, your pebbled nipples, straining for attention. He rubbed his thumbs over the numbs ever so lightly, looking back up at you when you sighed and arched your back, leaning further into his touch, almost as if he wanted to commit it to memory.

“Look at you, pet.” You whined softly at the nickname and the feeling of his hands on your skin. “So beautiful.” He grasped your breasts and now it was your turn to let out a shaky breath.

He let his hands slide back down to your waist and you pouted, making him furrow his brows playfully. “Hey, none of that now.” He brought a hand up to hold your jaw. “Just realized we haven’t even had a proper kiss yet and you had me down your throat.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment but his thumb caressed your cheek soothingly, sliding over to run over your lips gently. “C’mere.”

You stepped into his embrace and pressed your lips against his, your hands coming to hold the side of his face and play with his hair, making him moan into you. His hand stayed at your jaw, the other sliding down your body to grab your ass firmly. Your lips slotted together perfectly as you pulled away and reconnected them softly every few seconds, thoroughly enjoying each other. He licked into your mouth and quickly took control of the kiss, not that you had any complaints, sucking on your tongue and pulling you in closer. He bit your lip and pulled away, smiling when you subconsciously tried to get more of his lips.

His eyes trailed down to between your legs and they stayed there for a moment, distracted. “Gonna let me have a taste?” He licked his lips teasingly, looking back up at you. “I just wanna taste it.” He referenced his song, a small smile on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as well. “Harry.”

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “M’just being honest.”

“You actually want to? You don’t have––”

“Been dying to, pet. You don’t know how long I’ve been aching to get my mouth on you.” He got down on his knees and the sight of him looking up at you from that position made your whole body shiver.

He placed his hands on your thighs. “What do you say? Gonna let me have my dessert?”

You nodded, letting out a small okay. When you tried to sit down where he had just been seated, he shook his head and stopped you, taking one hand and lifting your leg to place it on his shoulder. Your eyes widened, your mouth dropping open as he placed your hands in his hair to steady you.

He had the audacity to ask, “You good?”

You nodded, dazed. “Uh, yeah.”

“Good.” He smiled and with that he leaned forward and licked through your folds, immediately kissing your clit, holding you as your head tipped back in surprise.

“Shit, Harry––” Your fingers gripped his curls, pulling him into you as he moaned. Of course he was enjoying himself as he pleased you. His tongue was moving with purpose as he lapped up your wetness, spreading it around your clit. He really knew how to use his mouth.

You moaned loudly when he sucked on your clit, and even louder when he used the tip of his tongue to trace on it, realizing what he was spelling out–– H A R R Y. He grinned when he realized you caught on and his fingers were digging into you as he held you up, letting you desperately grind onto his face.

You looked down to make sure he was still okay with all of this, shocked to see him looking up at you, watching your reactions, clearly pleased. You cursed softly. “Feels really good, Harry. Fuck––”

He hummed blissfully, properly burying himself in you, his eyes stuck on your body as he brought you to the edge rather quickly. “Gonna cum in my mouth, baby?”

You whined, nodding your head as you held onto him for dear life. “M’so close.”

“Cum for me, pet. I want it.” He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, holding you upright as your body shivered and convulsed in his hands and on his tongue. He didn’t let up, fully making love to your clit with his tongue as he kissed your lower lips passionately, getting his light stubble wet. He was making a proper mess but neither of you cared.

When your legs stopped trembling, he pressed a kiss to your clit, then to the thigh over his shoulder before placing your leg back on the ground. He looked up at you, a smug grin on his face as you looked at him, breathless. He stood up, his hands finding their place on your hips and he licked the rest of your juices that were still on his lips, his chin still slick with your arousal.

“Care to clean me up, love?” He leaned closer. “Is your mess after all.”

You smirked before leaning in and licking up your wetness from his chin and up his lips before bringing him in for a messy, passionate kiss. Without disconnecting your lips your turned him around and pushed him onto the couch, taking your seat on his lap, his arms wrapping around you instinctively.

You wrapped your hand around his base, smiling down at him when he pulled away to whine. You lifted yourself up a bit and swiped him through the mess he made between your thighs. “Can I ride you, H?” You asked him, teasingly sweet.

He threw his head back, “Christ, y’can do whatever you want to me, love.”

You kissed his neck and slid him into you, and his fingers dug into you as he let out a long moan.

“God, you feel even better than I’d imagined.”

You tilted your head, starting to bounce and grind on him, “You’ve thought about this?”

“Of course I have. Have you seen yourself?” You were about to push further when he slid a hand down to rub at your clit, making you gasp and grind down on him harder.

“Oh fuck, H.”

He grinned, thrusting into you. “That feel good?”

You nodded. “So good.”

His hand was holding your hip as he bucked his hips into you. How he found your spot so quickly, you have no idea. You tilted your head back and he grabbed your neck gently, making your eyes widen as you looked down at him, noticing the dark look in his eyes as he watched you come undone on his cock.

When he noticed you getting close, he pulled you in to rest on him and your wrapped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering into his neck as he started to fuck you harder, his hips finding a smooth rhythm easily.

You kissed his skin, marking it up as you sat there and took everything he was giving you. He was still sensitive from before, but he didn’t want to finish before you did, again. “Come on, pet. Give it to me. Just one more so I can fill you up.”

You groaned, your lips grazing his skin as your legs started to tremble, your walls clenching around him, coaxing him to tip over the edge with you. Your body shook as you whimpered, your body tensing.

“That’s it, just like that.” He grunted, thrusting a few more times before he released inside of you, the both of you moaning together.

He wrapped his arms around you tight, holding you close as he thrusted slowly, making sure to empty himself out inside of you. You both sighed softly and you sat up. He looked up at you, pure adoration and awe in his eyes, his arms still holding you. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Hi.” You smiled sheepishly.

He smiled back, kissing you softly before pulling back to look at you again, his head resting against the couch. “Hi.”

You looked down, deciding to focus on his tattoos, suddenly nervous. “I’ve uh––sort of wanted to do that for a while.”

He unwound his arms to caress your back with his hands. “Mm me too.” He smiled when you looked up at him.

“I really like you, H.”

“Well I guess it’s a good thing that I like you too, then.” He squeezed you playfully. “Would you like to go out on a date this week?”

You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him again. “I’d love to.”

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please-buckme · 4 years ago

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions.

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips.

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself.

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!” You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!”

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass”

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?”

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed.

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers.

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused.

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame.

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.” He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged.

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye, no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!” Shawnie blurted out.

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.”

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off.

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked.

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him.

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?”

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed.

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.”

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires.

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin.

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching.

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you.

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first, increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready. He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called.

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

“Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher.

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“ he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked. You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air.

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place.

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down.

You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly.

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him.

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes.

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words” he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips.

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell; spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!” He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole.

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you.

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out.

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled.

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview.

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch.

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first.

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel.

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :)

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel.

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine.

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down.

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone.

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by.

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in”

“You’d do that ?”

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient”

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional”

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you”

“Who said I’m looking ?”

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you.

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here”

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you.

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled.

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t”

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too”

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately”

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused.

”I do, why ?”

“Would you like to do it ?”

“Really ?”

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved”

“I'd love too”

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Maddie?”

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused.

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?”

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for”

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?”

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister”

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up”

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine”

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc”

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures”

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him”

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?”

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand.

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ?

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen.

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered.

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ?

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine.

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ?

To Buck: sounds good, see you then

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear.

Well so you thought.

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night.

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time.

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is.

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door.

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either.

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you”

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else”

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that.

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him.

“I’m her OB”

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face.

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually”

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded.

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister”

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously.

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing.

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together.

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here”

“No” he stated while shaking his head

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself”

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way”

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon”

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye.

“It's rude to stare”

“Can't help myself, you're pretty”

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?”

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?”

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?”

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine”

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door.

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?”

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you.

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?”

“I'd like that”

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n”

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way.

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect”

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door. He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door.

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message.

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you.

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie.

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you.

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