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Baker Wonderland (Javi Gutierrez)

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

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Warning: fluff, smut, social bulling, body shaming (by self & others), swearing

Summary: You try to enjoy yourself while accompanying your husband on work, but the celebrity life has other plans for you.

A/N: Y/N- your name. Y/H- your social media handle. Plus size reader Don't know shit about speaking or writing Spanish, therefore I've only used words of endearment that I Googled. Apologies in advance if used incorrectly.

If anyone had told you three years ago that by some divine miracle, you would be living an almost fairytale life; married to one of the most sought-after script writers/producers, the Javi Gutierrez, you would have called them insane.

Here you were though; married to that very man, living your dream in real life with your celebrity crush, while owning your own chain of bakeries.

The dream life you've always wanted. Downside of it was though; no one besides close friends and family knew you were married, (something that both of you had agreed to keep on the downlow for now.)

There had been rumors floating about of the nature of the relationship between you two for the past year and a half that emerged with each new picture of Javi and you out in public. Some amused you to be very close friends, others guessed you were most probably dating.

It wasn't the celebrity status of Javi's that made you hide the relationship for so long. Truth was you, yourself were a bit of a celebrity too, just in the confectionery business side though. Having successfully opened and not soon thereafter expanding your cinematic themed bakeries, even going as far as doing special events for the high elites. Therefore, being in the limelight wasn't something foreign for you, it was just that Javi and you wanted to keep your relationship private for as long as possible. Wanting to enjoy the first months as a married couple just for yourselves.

That peace will be over quite soon though.

"You ready, Cariño? Javi enquires entering the bedroom.

"Mmhmm" you nod smiling at the clear look of excitement on his face.

"Great!" Javi comments, grabbing his wallet and reaching out his hand for you to take.

"I'm only needed on set by 10, so we have roughly two hours to enjoy ourselves before heading there."

"Great" you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had explored the town a bit last week while Javi was off on set but had honestly wanted to do with him.

"What fun adventures do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking, we could go into town for breakfast and do some sightseeing thereafter" Javi suggests.

"Sound like a great plan" you nod, giving him one last kiss before detangling your arms from his neck.

"This is quite nice, no?" Javi remarks, watching the small traffic of the town through the café window you were having breakfast at.

"It's a beautiful place..." you nod in agreement, smiling at the scene of a small family with a toddler girl walking by. You turn back toward Javi then, a bit teary eyed but still smiling.

"I'm glad I agreed to come with."

"As if I would have left you home alone!" Javi scoffs teasingly. Grabbing hold of your hand, gently pressing a kiss to it.

"I want you close to me at all times, mi amor. Especially now..."

"You act as if I'm fragile glass..." you chuckle in response.

"I just want to make sure that your both well taken care of and safe" Javi states in a serious manner.

"You've done a great job with doing so, My Love..." you grip his hand in reassurance.

"Besides, with the first trimester almost over, the morning sickness it almost non-existent."

"I've notice that your appetite has returned in tenfold, yes..." Javi chuckled, staring at your large breakfast spread on the table.

"Don't judge" you point a finger in warning at him.

"I'm growing your unborn offspring inside me."

"I'm not, I'm not..." Javi chuckles out, raising his hands in surrender.

"I'm just glad that you're able to enjoy food again."

You teasingly stick your tongue out Javi, causing him to chuckle and turn your attention back to your food.

"Javi, they're ready on set whenever you are..." his assistant greets as the two of you exited the car.

"Oh-my-gosh!" she gasps out in delight when seeing you.

"I'm so glad you're finally joining us!" Lisa pulls you in for a hug, stepping back a bit to look you over.

"You must have been so bored being cooped up in that villa all by yourself? Not that I'm complaining though, the treats you've sent with Javi each day has been a huge hit amongst the crew."

"Glad you guys enjoyed them..." you chuckle at her.

"Although, I didn't bring any with today. Javi and I decided to do a bit of sightseeing this morning. With the morning sickness having settled down, I could finally leave the house for longer than twenty minutes."

"It's fine..." Lisa shrugs with a hand wave, her face lighting up then.

"How's baby G doing?"

"Much better now that they aren't making their Mama sick anymore" Javi remarks, placing a loving over your stomach.

"That's good to hear!" Lisa squeals out in delight at you.

"Means, we'll see more of you around then."

"Definitely" you chuckle at her.

"And I'll make sure to bring some treats with tomorrow."

"You're the best!" Lisa squeals yet again, finally leaving to see to some work.

"Come, Querida..." Javi chuckles, placing an arm around your waist to lead the way to the set.

After a few hours of watching Javi work, you began to feel a bit sleepy.

"Feeling tired, Querida?" Javi turns his attention to you.

"A bit" you faintly smile at his concern.

Gently brushing some hair behind your ear, Javi presses a kiss to your forehead.

"We'll be taking a lunch break in the next ten minutes, then we can go to the trailer, and you can rest a bit. Ok?"

"Ok" you smirk at him.

Then ten minutes was finally over when Javi came to collect you.

"It's time to feed Mama and the little one..." Javi remarks, making it impossible for you not to smile at the way he lights up when referring to your pregnancy.

"Lead the way, Papi..." you giggle when he lets out a soft groan at your remarks.

"You know what calling me that does to me..." Javi pulls you flushed up against with a growl.

"Behave Papi..." you giggle out.

"We're in public."

"You're going to be the death of me, woman..." he groans in response, quickly leading you toward his trailer.

"I took the liberty of ordering lunch ahead so that you wouldn't have to wait for it to be delivered" Javi states as you enter the trailer.

"Javi..." you beam at him in wonder.

"You're too good to me. Not sure what I did to deserve a man as good as you."

Javi grins at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

"I'm you're reward for being such a magnificent baker... it's your confectionary goods that won me over in the first places."

"So, you only love me for my baking skills then?" you scoff at his remarks.

"Of course, not..." Javi chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he stared adoringly into your eyes.

"Though, it's your baking skills that's the reason for us having met in the first place."

You smile up at him at the memory of the first day you both met.

"The first day you walked into the bakery?"

"One of the best days in my life..." Javi smiles lovingly down at you.

"Not only did I get the best Nicholes Cage themed cookies, but I also met the most beautiful woman ever."

"Please..." you teasingly roll your eyes at him.

"Beautiful? I was a total mess from being in the kitchen, baking the entire morning..."

Javi chuckles, cupping your face and running his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

"You had a streak of flour on the right cheek, and it was the cutest thing ever..."

You were about to responds to his remark when suddenly, your stomach growled out loudly.

"I think our unborn offspring is hungry" you burst out laughing and Javi joins in.

Turning you around, Javi leads you toward the food.

"Come Mami... it's time to feed the little one."

"God, I love you..." you moan in appreciation at the baked treats Javi had ordered for dessert.

"I know how much you've been craving sweet treats of lately" Javi remarks smiling as you instantly began devouring them.

"If I wasn't already fat, then these would definitely cause me to be..." you comment in-between bites.

"You're not fat" Javi scowls at you demeaning yourself.

"You're voluptuous, curvaceous... and so fucking sexy."

"Sexy...?" you roll your eyes at him.

"It's true..." he responds, tipping down to press a kiss into the side of your neck.

"The sexiest woman I've ever seen, more so now that she's carrying my child..."

Smiling at his remark, you lift his face to look at you.

"Javi..."

"Yes, Querida...?" he stares in full admiration at you.

"I think I might be craving another type of dessert now..." you confess, biting into your lower lip.

Javi flashes you a devilish grin then.

"Then I best feed this new craving, shouldn't I...?"

"Yes, you should..." you teasingly nod in response, turning your entire body toward him for a kiss.

One of Javi's hands fists into your hair tightly as he captures your lips with his own.

"Lay down for me, Baby..."

With an eager smirk, you laid down to make yourself comfortable on the couch; your breath rapidly quickening when his hands slid up your dress to grip your panties seams.

"Let's get these out the way, Hermosa..."

You lift your hips to allow to him to slip them off, letting out a soft moan when his hands slide back up to squeeze at your fleshy thighs.

Javi carefully leans his body over yours; making sure not to rest his full weight onto you as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, you always smell so good..." Javi utters out, gently nipping at your neck whist pressing open-mouthed kiss against it.

"Javi..." you groan out in frustration at him continuously ghosting his fingertips across your folds to work you up.

"You know it's not wise to tease your pregnant wife."

"I would never be so cruel, mi amor..." Javi states, causing a gasp to spill from your lips as he sank a finger deep into you.

"Fuck-you're-soaked..." Javi groans out, adding a second finger inside you.

"Jesus, your fingers are huge" you whimper as he worked them in and out you.

"Feeling sensitive today?" Javi whispers against your neck and you hum in answer.

"Could we just skip the foreplay? I badly need in you inside me right now."

Silently nodding, Javi gently extracts his finger from you; pupils blown wide with lust as he licks your arousal from his wet fingers.

"How do you want it, Cariño?"

You couldn't contain the love filled smile that crossed your face as you cupped his face in the palm of your hands. (Even though you had remined him multiple times that your belly was mostly natural fat at the moment than an actual baby bump, Javi's concerns of accidentally hurting the baby with his weight on top of you never seems to cease.)

"I want to enjoy the feeling of you on top me while we still can."

With a silent nod, Javi makes quick work of opening his pants to free the erection that had been painfully restrained by the materiel.

"Look like someone's just as in need of some attention..." you remark, reaching out to tug on his cock.

"You're killing me, Querida..." Javi throws his head back with a heavy groan.

"Feeling sensitive...?" you mimic his words of earlier with a smirk, causing him to glare down at you in warning.

"Baby..."

"Fine, I'll stop teasing..." you giggle, pulling him down onto you for a kiss.

"Fuck..." you moan out against Javi's lips at feeling the tip of his cock sliding through your folds.

"Not so fun being teased now is it...?" Javi smirks, notching the tip at your entrance.

You flash him a glare but before you could voice a retort; a sharp gasp spills from your lips instead when he snaps his hips forward to burying himself inside you completely.

"Jesus... I forgot how huge you are..." you whimper out, causing Javi to bury his face into the crook of your neck with a groan.

"Fuck baby... you're so fuckin' tight... How the hell are you going to push a baby out...?"

"Well, it's your job to make sure I'm well prepared by then..." you giggle, causing your walls to clamp down on him by the motion.

"Shit-" Javi hiss out.

"Don't do that or this is going to be over far quicker than we want."

"Sorry..." you softly snort, another a tiny giggle slipping out again.

Lifting his head from your neck; Javi scowls down at you, bucking his hips hard into you in retaliation.

"That shut you up quick enough, didn't it...?" he smugly remarks at your sharp intake of breath.

"Shut up and fuck me, Gutierrez...!" you manage to growl out, grabbing him by his shirt collar down to kiss you.

"Yes Ma'am..." Javi utters out in amusement against your lips as he finally begins to move in earnest.

You woke up fully refreshed after a nap; (being pregnant seemed to tire you out more than usual these days, especially after a round of sex with your husband.)

It was late afternoon by now, which meant that Javi would soon be wrapping up for the day. Not wanting to disturb him while working, you decide to browse through social media after noticing multiple notifications tagged to your account.

"Javi Gutierrez spotted in Lindos, Greece!" was the caption of the first post you saw, along with a picture secretly taken of Javi and you at the café you were at earlier.

"Is that Y/H the baker?!" someone commented on it.

"Yeah, it's her... but they're friends so it's nothing unusual to see them together" another replied.

"True... but why is she with him...? I mean, he's out there working..." another comments, causing you to physically cringe. (The vultures were circling...)

You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face when reading the next comment.

"Maybe she's just there on vacation? Or... maybe they're dating, lol. They do make a cute couple."

Your mood instantly sours by the new ones that follows though.

"God, I hope not! He's way out of her league... have you seen how she looks? Probably eats most of the bakery's profits, lamo."

"Ikr...? He deserves either a model or hot actress."

Not able to stomach reading the rest, you disable the notifications and logout completely.

"You ready to leave, Cariño?" Javi announces his return.

With a strained smile, you just silently nod in response.

Noticing something was off, Javi reaches out to stroke your cheek.

"You ok?"

"I'm fine" you plaster on a brighter smile to convince him.

Javi squints at you suspiciously, gently running the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

"You sure...?"

"Mmhmm..." you nod, continuing to smile at him.

Still not convinced, yet not wanting to upset you; Javi presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Ok, let's go then."

You were curled up on the couch in the bedroom when a flustered Javi came storming in with his phone gripped tightly in hand.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

You squint at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Really? You're going to act like you haven't seen it?" Javi scowls at your attempt of ignorance.

"The picture..." you finally sigh in defeat.

"Yes, the picture" Javi remarks, placing his hands on his hips in displeasure.

Shutting your eyes to stifle a giggle, you eventually lose the battle when a loud chuckle bursts from your lips.

"Why are you laughing? This is serious" Javi scolds you.

"Sorry... sorry..." you giggle, waving your hand in the air.

"It's just... you've already perfected 'the displeased dad" stance..."

The scowl on Javi's face slowly turns into a little smirk the longer you're laughing. Moving forward to take a seat next you, he takes hold of your hand then.

"Jokes aside. Is this the reason why you were acting differently earlier?"

"Have you read the comments?" you enquire.

"Yes, some of them were quite supportive... some were totally assholes though" Javi replies, clearly upset at the negative ones.

"It's fine. I know I'm not the ideal life partner for you" you remark in attempt to calm him.

Javi lets out a loud sound of disgust.

"Seriously...? You are the perfect life partner for me! I couldn't have asked for anyone better, you're perfect... and I love you very much."

"Fine, you've convinced me enough..." you snort in amusement.

"Can we drop the subject?"

"Sure, Querida" Javi faintly smiles, placing a hand on your stomach then.

"Bullshit aside. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok... we're both ok" you assure him.

"Sure...?" Javi stares at you with raised brows.

"Positive" you nod with a smile.

"Good" Javi smiles, presses a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into his lap then.

"What do you say, we forget about those assholes and continue enjoying our stay here?"

"Deal..." you broadly smile, nodding in agreement.

Part 2

tag: @thegreenkid2

#Javi G #javi g x reader #javi g x you #plus size reader #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal #javi gutierrez

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youngbuckisms · 1 year ago

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Hi hi!! 😆 I saw your date night story with Kenny, could you maybe, pretty please do that but with Ruby? (Please nothing suggestive though) Like just her being super sweet but also mischievous and vfhfdhddgg I'm just yearning for her right now, been a really stressful day and snuggles from the wholesome punk girl would be awesome :3 if possible, maybe it can end with her being reassuring to the reader that she's always gonna be with them and protect them from anything that makes them uncomfortable or frightens them? Only if possible! ☺️

(yes this is the same anon as a couple weeks ago, she's my top comfort character of all time, and I frequently reread the other two headcanons and story you wrote about her for me :3 they mean a lot to me and I can't thank you enough for writing them, they bring me so much comfort when I need them!

Apologies for the ramble! Been an emotionally stressful day and wanted to type all this out before I forget! Thank you in advance :3 💚🌻

Date night with Ruby Soho; headcanon list

Warnings: none!

Notes: I’m so glad you liked the other two I wrote for Ruby!! I love Ruby so much, so I’m always down and willing to write about her. I do appreciate your requests so much and I hope you enjoy!

— Ruby wasn’t blind, she could see just how much stress you were under lately. She might not know or understand why, but she does know that she just wants to see you happy and if she’s able to take off even just a little bit of that stress, she’s more than willing to help.

— She drags you along with her on the road, claiming she has a surprise for after the show, which she hints at multiple times throughout the night.

— Of course, by the time the show comes to an end, it’s dark and the only thing lighting your way when you step outside with Ruby are all the stars and the full moon.

— Ruby would take you to a beach nearby, only a 30 minute drive from the hotel. It was a beautiful night, no clouds to cover the stars, the water clashing together in small waves, and the weather was just perfect.

— Your shoes and socks were left in the car to avoid getting water in them. Your phones discarded in the cup holder, to focus on only one another for the night.

— Ruby would walk with you through the sand, keeping an arm around your shoulders as water splashed to your ankles from how close you two were to the ocean.

— Soft kisses were pressed to your head, your walk quiet mostly with the exception of a few comments made about how pretty/handsome you look, voice quiet against your ear and you can practically feel the smile that tickled your skin from all the affection.

— Throughout the night, Ruby occasionally adjusted her arm down to your waist, fingers tickling at your sides to pull a giggle out of you before holding her hands up in defense while holding back a giggle of her own — “sorry, sorry! Won’t happen again, babe!” was the words she used every time.

— When you two got tired of walking, you both laid out with one another in the sand, hands clasps together and fingers intertwined.

— “Hey .. you know you can always talk to me, right?” She spoke softly, looking over at you with that gentle smile and eyes always so full of love every time she caught your glance. “I’m always, always there for you. I promise.”

— Whether or not you want to talk about what kind of stress you’ve been under is up to you, she wouldn’t force you to say a thing about it. But she would let you know that she was always there for you, to listen and kiss away any tears that would fall.

— You weren’t sure how long you two had been out here, just enjoying each others company and the peacefulness that the beach had to offer you both right now.

— It had to have been hours before you two went back to the car, shaking off the sand from your clothes and Ruby brushing some off of your cheek after she pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

— As cute as a beach date was, it sure did leave a lot of mess behind in the seats of her rental car.

#ruby soho headcanons #ruby soho x reader #aew headcanons #gender neutral reader #i loved this request holy shit

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whatsitzface · 5 months ago

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wooo it’s me masterminds anon again here to share my dumb headcanons about the clones in college. hector takes weather science and obsessively checks radar. He knows when there will be a storm weeks in advance and uses this to warn malik. malik gets really into biology and plant sciences. he yells at plants in the lab when they die. amber gets into law and enjoys arguing with her professors. Tori does art and paints multiple portraits of each clone and what they’ve been through. this is how she’s coping I guess. eli gets a job at a tech security startup because he just doesn’t bother going to college for programming when he has tamara dunleavy at home to teach him. That’s it so uhh until I bother you again

All of this is so real its unbelievable, anon your MINDDD. Hector being obsessed with the weather is so real, he'd automatically check his phone every couple of minutes JUST to check the weather app - even though he knows its skewed. He's just addicted now.

Malik yelling at plants 100% reminds me of Crowley. Threatening them if they don't grow correctly. He's a helicopter parent to them, it can't be helped.

Amber would be in literally every extra-curricular available, on top of majoring in law. Nobody knows how she handles it (her time-management skills are that to none).

TORI PAINTING TO COPE IS SO CANON, I'd been head-cannoning that since I first finished the books, and so I'm glad its not just me who thinks that. She needs to express her trauma through oil paints, its the only way.

Eli not even going to college is so funny to me. He already knows everything about computers and tech, and computers and tech are all he wants to do, so literally whats the point?? I also feel like Tamara would have him working at Vista Tech part-time for a long while before he goes and gets a different job, so he's already got experience, and has been mentored by the best of the best (Tamara). There's no beating him. He's gone through so many unimaginable things that just living normally is a piece of cake.

Anyway. Yes to all of these, I love this. I've never really thought of the clones in collage (I always think about them in that time frame after the books, usually a year or two after) so this was really fun to imagine, and you nailed it so hard, these are so accurate!!! Love ya mysterious masterminds anon!!!

#i love getting masterminds asks sm #yes lets discuss my pookies all day every day for forever please #masterminds #whatsitz asks

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la-appel-du-vide · 2 years ago

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I took my first ever business trip this week, to Portland of all places haha. I love Oregon in the summertime, but right now, it's just rainy and gloomy every day and it starts to bring a person down! At least in Utah we have sun, even if it's FREEZING.

But nonetheless, we went to Portland for a couple of days. The first day, we had introductory meetings to the Portland fim, the different offices, lunch with the Consor marketing team, etc. The second day was a full Strategic Planning and Communications retreat day, with breakout sessions and team building activities. The days were long and tiring, and my social meter got a bit burnt out, but it was still a nice time? I was so glad Mikayla was with me.

My favorite parts were the meals (even though dinners were literally four hours long) and the floral arrangement class SPC put on for us. That was super fun.

But I'm also happy to be back, where after a regular day of work I get to go HOME. (Also, love that I had to purchase a $611 hotel stay on my credit card with no advance warning that that was going to happen ew. I wish getting reimbursed didn't take like an entire month.)

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sandsorghum · 3 years ago

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How Well (or Terribly) They Handle "No Nut November" - Ranked

Smuterdays

Disclaimer: MINORS DNI

This is a silly internet challenge that probably doesn't have great repercussions for urological health, I would not recommend it irl That said, this was insanely fun to write and as usual, I got carried away with Nanami's. But like, super extra carried away this time... Call it severe overcompensation for missing last couple weekends

N/A

How many days they last: - 100

Get a mirror - that's what insanity looks like, if you're under the delusion you can suggest this to them and survive

Srsly, don't even think about bringing this challenge up with them

They seem to be doing their own though, some variation of 'Nut Everywhere/Everyday November'

It never hurts to make sure you know your place

To that end, they'll be filling you up so copiously - there's no space for any stupid ideas to slip into that dumb little head of yours

How many days they last: <5

"I'm the strongest" - there's no challenge Gojo Satoru won't cum come out on top of (Literally, for you)

But the evening of October 31st's gonna be rough on you

"If I'm gonna go a whole month without, you gotta make it worth my while, hm?"

You suppose it's only fair to let him get as much of it out of his system while he can

You didn't think his 'Limitless' applied to this...supply, but it does

Man literally only stops for swigs of Redbull before he's back at it

You lose count and track of time, naturally

"Well, would you look at that? It's already after midnight. Oops. Guess there's no point attempting this since I've already flouted the rules before we began!"

But you suspected Satoru would try to pull some sneaky shit

So you set all the calendars and clocks back by a day/few hours

The look on Satoru's face is priceless when you tell him

Oh, but there is a cost (Spoiler alert, Ariel, it's your ability to walk)

After all, there's nothing in the challenge stopping him from making you cum multiple times, apart from your physical limits that is

And since you're pushing him to the extreme, he'll return the favour in the opposite direction

What breaks them

Honestly, it surprises you how poorly Power translates into actual self-control. But then again maybe it shouldn't. Gojo is so accustomed to having (almost) everything his way and acting according to his whims, being denied is a delicious new sensation

But the novelty wears off before even a week is up

Gojo Satoru may command the universe in the twist of his digits, but you have him wrapped around your finger

He should never have let you order the strawberry sorbet from that gelato parlour, he's certain it's a trap you strategically laid out

But on the off chance that it isn't, and the way your tongue is wrapping around the waffle cone isn't meant to tease - well, Shit, your innocence somehow makes it that much worse

It's the dribble of pink sliding stickily down the sinews of your wrist that makes Satoru snap, that makes him grab your hand and whisk you away back to your apartment

His teleportation technique is disorienting even when you're warned well in advance, so imagine your bewilderment when one moment your back is up against the leather booth seat and the next it's flung against the satin sheets of your bed

Somehow the strawberry scoop survived the journey

But Satoru's gonna make sure you get more than your just desserts

You yelp as you feel something cold smeared across your breasts, quickly chased by hot swipes of a hungry tongue, the sudden switches in temperature causing your nipples to stiffen between razor sharp, wicked teeth

"Sa-Satoru, what the f-fuck? The r-rules!"

"Glad you agree, doll - Fuck the rules."

You haven't allowed him anywhere near you like this in days (days that you could count on one hand, for that matter), you have a pretty accurate assessment of the extent of Gojo's self-control

Or lack thereof

Give him an inch, and he'll give you his length take the whole yard

Not only has the bedroom been off limits, but you haven't even let him visit you or set foot in your home

And yet here you both are now, Satoru guaranteeing you'll have to do your laundry again, way ahead of its weekend schedule

"Baby just let me taste you,' he begs. But he's not really asking for permission, fingers already gathering the rivulets of nectar saturating your nethers, sweeter than any ice-cream

Oh, he's going to make you melt

Yet you cling to the one last crystalline shard of your determination, before it dissolves upon Satoru's tongue

"O-only your, your mouth, 'kay?"

You should have known better. That's more than enough opportunity for him to take advantage of

Or maybe, you did know. And so does Satoru

He has you just the way he wants; shamelessly seeping, lasciviously leaking, wantonly writhing. A mess, in short.

All it takes is a single look of longing, exchanged even amidst the trembling of your thighs locked around your lover

You don't know the number of times Satoru's had you shaking like this, but it's still not enough. You need to fall apart

He's a terrible influence, rubbing off on you in more ways than one

It was a foolish mistake, banking on a mandate of physical distance as a barrier to both your lusts,too easily surmountable in retrospect

You've given your own capacity for self-control too much credit

And now, well - let's just say Satoru ain't gonna be cashing blanks for the next few nights (;

How many days they last: 12~

Initially, Choso is none too fazed

He's gone entire centuries without sex, he figures it'll be like reverting back to that, just the same. And only for a month, right?

He wants to be your good boy, he really does

But oh, new habits die hard

It's as if his body's become more mortal in the time he's been together with you, adapted to primordial appetites, ancient hunger pangs that he's never had to deal with before - let alone suppress

And god, he's sensitive to your cravings too, how you'll curl up against him in the evenings, needing the heat of his breath against your nape to lull you to sleep. Or how you'll reach for him at dawn, wanting to entwine your arm with his, the gesture so sweet and innocent

but then those slumber-blurred fingers will brush against his morning wood, sparking something deep-rooted within him. Choso has to choke back a groan, to avoid waking you up before he can deal with it

He knows if you realise how bad a state he's in, you might be inclined to take mercy on him, but he doesn't want to disappoint

So lucky for him, he's got certain built-in advantages that other guys on this list don't, like that 'Blood Manipulation' technique

Probably not what the Kamo clan intended it for, but hey, he's a Cursed Womb, he was born rogue from the start

He reasons it's not cheating, you're still making things incredibly difficult for him, either awake or asleep - whether it's the unconscious grind of your bum against his already aroused cock, or the kisses you pepper across his cheeks on the rare days you're up before him (and even then, he's already 'up' before you...)

As the days pass, it takes him more and more effort to will away his erections before you can detect them, more concentration to wield his technique

But it can't bury the hunger in his eyes, in his touch, roaming ravenous and stirring you from your dreams

You know, you recognise it, even in the dissipating spread of your stupor and the squint of sunlight, Choso's obsidian irises glinting with the desire to devour you whole

But you only snuggle closer to your danger, pressing a smile to the edges of his incisors and asking in a drowsy whisper, "Sleep well, darling? Or were you restless?"

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, love?" he grumbles.

Your yawns don't mask your smirks as well as you think, and Choso has to wonder about your questing fingers, how clumsy they really are, how careless? How careful?

After about a couple of weeks, when either your prevarications or provocations become unbearable, he takes refuge on the couch, leaving you in the middle of the night, much to your disapproval

You chase him there, despite his calculated retreat, ready with a pout, "The weather's getting colder than even you. Spare a thought for chilly ol' me, won't you?"

Ambushed by this excuse Choso can only sigh and wrap you in his arms, suffering in silence as you delightedly wiggle your hips against him, getting comfortable. You find his reticence adorable, and his restraint, well, really quite admirable.

You'll have to see what you can do about that

What breaks them

One of the times, it's more "midnight" wood than morning

It's never happened this soon, you'd both barely drifted off several hours ago -not that his cock gave a damn about Circadian rhythms

Choso's about to activate his technique, to force his stiffness to subside when the source of his troubles stirs, sighing softly

He allows his eyes to settle on the inspiration of his insomnia, the prone form of you. Gorgeous as always, truly guileless for once

Or perhaps you'd taken to subtler stratagems, Choso muses, gaze tracing your silhouette in a satin negligeè, from the lace hem riding up your thigh, to the dainty decolletagè fluttering along your collarbones, mottled mauve from his attentions earlier

You had indulged him, just a little that evening - some sick, twisted kind of encouragement that he still craved

"You've been doing so good for me, Cho," you panted, praise barely escaping the prick and drag of his incisors along your throat, your fingers fisting ink, nails scraping his scalp

"I promise I've been just as miserable."

Somehow, he doubts that.

It's a terrible night for a full moon.

In these wee hours, you're a sound sleeper; perhaps he can find some relief, just for a few moments

Choso's apology for his inevitable indiscretion isn't verbal, but he applies his mouth all the same, lips languidly tracking along your shoulder as he slips the laughably thin strap off the curve your arm, appreciating the slight shudder tickling against his teeth

He bestows these kisses with a chastity intimately acquainted with irony, his hips, compelled and compensating for modesty, relaxed and rutting his cock against the accommodating swell of your ass

It's good, so good, to be in control of his own pleasure again, just for a while, a little longer. It's divine

Choso drops his head, utters a small prayer, hands seeking out a miracle, muffles his groan when he finds you bare, wet and welcoming

Or perhaps it's no act of Providence, it's another of your coy little ploys, beckoning on the edge of Eden, beyond fig leaf and fabrication. Choso doesn't care. He curls his fingers into the flesh of his forbidden fruit, ripe with desire, stem snapping with a whimper of warmth and damp, the peal of his name thundering mortar against the shell of his ears

"Cho...s'so...good...m-more.."

Your lashes are still stitched in seams, brows knitted in a dream where you've given up this pantomime of discipline

And Choso's never known a crueler satire of desire, desperation and every ache he's ever endured before this night reduced to pastiche, pathetic child's play

Waiting upon your wings, for your eyes to fly open and flay him apart in accusation, disappointment, betrayal even. Yearning for a rending of his soul in the sneer of your pitying chagrin, chastising him, before he tumbles into a ravenous ravine, your merciless maw

He's a monster, pleading.

"Choso..."

A monster named, a beast tamed

Hazy, half-flutter of your lids stirs a similar sensation in his belly, moths drawn to the lampshade glow of your hooded, heated gaze

"Choose...for us...for me..." Your eyes slip shut once more, sparks seemingly receding. Only, they've stoked the embers in his loins

A guttural groan like the crackling of bonfires, as his agency collapses into ash. Touch-starved and cum-drunk, you never had any intention to present Choso another option beyond release.

His illusion of choice, an ambrosia you savoured

Your bodies have already decided, by the plush of your thighs, the spur of his hips, the whittling of regret down to relief, splintering into his moans, settling deep at last, in the lumber of his bones

And in the morning, aroused before you again, Choso's rich timbre reverberates against the saccharine redolence of your smug smile, turning the question on you, "Sleep well, darling? Or were you restless?"

How many days they last: 29

Only agrees to it because he's got an even kinkier scheme up his sleeve, and wants you in a position where you owe him a favour

Unlike Satoru, is on a mutually assured path of horniness-denying destruction. Celibacy for the both of you or bust.

Why should you get to have all the fun while he suffers solo?

"Gender equality, babe" he abruptly drops a light kiss to your temple and you don't know whether to punch him in the jaw or grab his face and plunge your tongue into his mouth; it's the most contact he's given you in weeks

It's as if he's terminated/paused his libido just by flipping a switch

You're envious of how easy it seems for him

Channels all that extra energy by being productive about his grand plans

If he's at all bothered it's very low-key and almost imperceptible, but manifests itself as sarcasm or teasing

"Guess what, cult recruitment is up by 120%! And I have you to thank for it. You really do have the best ideas. Maybe we should keep this going through December?"

You make a declaration about how you're gonna re-download Tindr.

Or hit up Satoru

Suguru just laughs, completely unthreatened. "You know as well as I do he's more of a menace than I could ever be." Unfortunately true

What breaks them

Suguru's resolve is iron-clad, nothing can crack it. His plans do not 'fall apart', they are deconstructed by his own volition

Or perhaps it's a confluence of hubris, curiosity and comeuppance

On the eve of his victory, he has you huddled in his lap, admitting your defeat. You've more or less accepted that you lost the bet, and that there will be repercussions - whatever those mysterious circumstances are (Suguru's only made vague references to them)

Still, it's nice to be touching him again, to be held flush against him

Your lips latch to his pulse, steady as ever, gliding up and down the column of his throat, shadowing every inhale and exhale of the smoke you're sharing.

Your hands, equally idle, snaking beneath his shirt to trace lazy shapes across his chest, in rhythm with his lungs.

It's disrupted for a moment, when a low chuckle reverberates through them. "What's this, a last ditch attempt?"

"I'm not that desperate." You scoff, pettily tweaking his bud and he jerks slightly against you, brow arching.

"Your behaviour begs quite the contrary, this late in the game."

"You're the one who has me astride your thighs. Besides, y'know what they say. Past performance is not indicative of future results."

He winds one arm around your waist, the other lifting the cigarette to your lips. Suguru's gaze is illuminated in a crimson glow as your cheeks hollow around it, nicotine thrumming in your veins as his laconic fingertips caress your lips.

"What," he murmurs, "You're not so crazy about me after this last month?"

You turn your head to the side, blowing out a stream of smoke

"Maybe. Maybe not. I have my own hypothesis regarding why."

"Go on then."

You press your pointer to your smirk, "Verdict's not out for the next...59 minutes and 17 seconds."

Suguru's mouth mirrors the quirk of your own. "These few weeks have been an experiment then. What were you trying to prove to yourself, I wonder?"

You shrug, refusing to give anything away

Suguru coils a lock of your hair around his fingers, tugging you towards him. His mouth molds heatedly to yours and you shiver, tendrils of menthol curling cool between your lungs as your lips part to receive his exhale

"You think it was easy for me, don't you?"

Amidst the heady fumes and the fog of pleasure, your gaze flickers, surprised at this unprompted sentimentality

"It always has been," you grumble, "More so for you than me."

"And yet..." You feel Suguru's sentence trail off into the smirk pressed against your skin, the unsaid emphasised by the pinprick of his teeth. Desperation enunciated in the whimpers rolling from your lungs and your hips; you've learned bargaining with Suguru is more effective the less articulate you are.

"Wasn't this supposed to be an exercise in discipline?" he mocks, rocking upwards, satirizing satisfaction in the torturously slow grind of his pelvis against your still clothed cunt. "You're hardly in the position to grade the assignment objectively."

"Yea, yea. The student has become the teacher or whatever," you mutter, reaching for Suguru, palming him through his slacks, which are rapidly becoming a misnomer, based off his light grunts and the way he bucks into your touch

"Testing me right till the end, ain't cha?" Suguru pants, swiping his knuckles through your folds to find ample opportunity to be your invigilator as well

"You'll pass, with flying colours, I'm sure." Gratitude escapes you in gasps as Suguru curls two long fingers within your walls, already weeping with relief. But all too soon the sinful squelching is replaced by the subtle swish of a zipper. Before you can complain however, your hear familiar sounds of sticky rustling

"Su...what're you...we're almost there..." Your protests shrivel, dry upon your tongue as you witness Suguru coat his shaft with your slick, glistening as the tip teasingly dips past your entrance, catching on your clit. You flinch, wondering if it's on purpose, or if he's just that out of practice

There isn't much doubt about the former when you hear his dark chuckle, husky against your ears. "I'm contemplating...Forfeiting."

"Why...why now?" you groan, even as you spread your legs wider, Suguru immediately taking advantage of the new angle to drag his cockhead a little further between your unfurling pussy lips

"Oh sweetheart, did you really think I wouldn't see through you?" Suguru's tone is wry, relaxed, even as his grip tightens fiercely on your hip. "All this time...it's never been about self control, has it?"

The collision of his lips is sudden as the crush of oxygen from your lungs, filled instead with gasoline fumes and tobacco flavours

Equally abruptly Suguru pulls away, a single thread of spittle swaying between you, iridescent as the twin pools of crude oil glistening in his gaze. "Wanted me to have a taste of my own medicine, didn't you? I really must commend you on this masterclass in manipulation. Though I held my own too," he muses.

That same thumb you've seen so often perched on the plush of Suguru's lips while he's lost in thought, now roves languorous and cruel against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling pathetic little moans from you. You squirm, grinding heavier upon the too scant source of pleasure, hoping to lure him out of his reverie. It works.

"I do just have one last question, I suppose," he hums, harshly pinching your nub, unbearable arousal flooding your body electric afresh.

"What," you hiss, coherence fizzling out with every brush of his finger against your drenched hole - but that's just the way he adores you, vulgar, vapid - all pretense of eloquence evaporating

"What the fuck is it Suguru?"

Without warning or even a hint of a telltale smirk, he spears fully into you, guttural groan eclipsed by the scream wrenched from your throat. Fuckfuckfuck - it's too long, it's been too long.

"One of us has the answer darling," Suguru rasps as you mewl for more of his merciless thrusts, a sloppy cacophony percussive in your pussy

"Who's really controlled by this cunt. You, or me?"

You don't know if Suguru intended the question to be rhetorical that night, the answer lost in a miasma of sweat and cum. Oh well, it seems you'd have to conduct more research together...

How many days they last: All of it

Oh my god

Finally, the man I started this all for

I don't even know what to say, now that I'm here

Look we all knew Nanami would come out on top

You're the one who's gonna severely regret (suggesting) this

Obviously he thinks it's a ridiculous idea - he's denied himself of his desires for you, for months after you first met. Why would he make himself go through that ordeal again?

But he does you the courtesy of researching it himself at least

And comes across a few particularly intriguing anecdotes, about the alleged influence it has on a man's load and increasing chances of pregnancy

The two of you have been through several rounds of discussion on that topic, ultimately always leaving it open-ended

In all honesty, it made Nanami a little uneasy, how laissez-faire your approach was to becoming a mom, despite all his persuading

I don't know how you could get more gorgeous than you are now, and I know it's a lot to ask...if you'll make me the happiest man on earth twice in a row

If it happens, it'll happen, you shrugged, wolfing down a bowl of frosted flakes. You grin at him above your milk moustache. Statistically speaking, given how often the attempts are made...

You wanted to leave it to chance. Nanami doesn't believe in luck.

You married a rather deliberate man, remember?

So even if the odds are slim and it's totally unsupported by any scientific evidence, your sweet strategic husband Nanami is gonna give you a little push to convince you...

Besides, he can't help but recall how beautiful you look on your knees, pride and clothes cast aside

What breaks themyou

It's not like you notice absolutely zero changes in his behaviour

You know his hobby's baking but now it's an all-consuming passion

Nanami becomes rigorously, almost religiously you might say, committed to figuring out the perfect brioche recipe

The truth is, it gives him an excuse to escape slip out of bed early in the mornings before the swell of your ass give him any ideas he can't get rid of so easily

He has to redirect all his attentions to other kinds of buns, right?

But the way they rise in the oven makes his mind drift to more... pleasurable endeavours; skills you've recognised him for repeatedly

Oh, and when you sneak up on him by the kitchen doorway, lured out of slumber by the scent of freshly baked bread, draped only in his rumpled button up, sliding off one shoulder...it's a good thing he set a shrill timer, reminding him not to let his hours of labour char to a crisp

Though fires still burn low in his belly...

He feels them, these tongues of flame lapping at the base of him, as you perch yourself on the counter so prettily for him, swinging your bare legs, the hem of his shirt riding up the plush of your thighs as you munch into scrumptious French toast, blissfully unaware of the effect you're having on your husband

"You're gonna make me so fat, Kento," you sigh happily, sucking fluffy crumbs off your thumb

And yea, Nanami agrees, he'd like to see you stuffed, swollen, bequeathed with stretch marks even...

But your tiger has to earn his stripes

so he doesn't say any of this, naturally

just carefully watches the way a dribble of maple syrup trickles from the edge of your mouth, weighs the risk of chasing it with his tongue, to smear it all over your clavicle, down to the hollow of your throat where he knows those ruinous gasps reside. He's evicted them often enough

So yes, it would be too great a risk

Instead he mumbles something about moisture ratios and you absently nod along, licking none-too-discrete designs off your lips, disappointed that Nanami's resisted yet another day of your deliberate displays of innocence

You're caught between admiration and frustration towards your husband's discipline, especially given how he had scoffed so dismissively when you initially brought it up

But by the third week, Nanami at least succumbs to the pursuit of nectars sweeter than maple syrup Ok, idk how this got away from me and became a whole-ass fic but there's more explicit smut under the cut

He'd been getting testier, touchier, even out in public.

Curt where he'd usually be courteous with waitstaff, valets, sommeliers who beamed a little too broadly when you gushed gratefully about their recommendations, whose fingers lingered against yours a little too long, wrapped around wine glass stems (or so he imagines).

Nanami's grip around your waist is extra tight when you exit the restaurant, remains that way the rest of the night - until it doesn't. That's when he flings you onto the sofa, all of two and a half steps past the threshold of your apartment entrance, shredding apart a dress whose lofty price tag he's well aware of, he paid for it after all. Or rather, you're paying for it now (maybe you both are).

You've always been irresistible to him, and yet he's put himself into this predicament; the high slit snug and accentuating your hips, inspiring uncorralled allusions to roam wild in his mind all evening.

And well, you certainly won't pretend Nanami's face hasn't always been an inviting saddle.

But who has the reins, really, in this situation? With him growling at you to grind down harder, C'mon he can take it, needs it. Or had you already forgotten? Then he should remind you...

That he will be the only one, ever, responsible for the scarlet flooding your cheeks, the only one to witness your bright-eyed stupor, far from any protected regions in France. The only one to savour the dilation of your lust-blown pupils, to taste the thrumming in your veins as you remember: you've refined Nanami's palette rather well yourself.

"Allow me this," Nanami growls again when you beg him to stop, having spilled enough to fill jealously guarded, aged oak casks - the wine snobs could have them for all you cared. If it's his indulgence, why does it still feel like the tables have turned on you?

"There's nothing in the rules preventing me from making you cum repeatedly, is there?" Nanami clarifies with a smirk that gives away the rhetorical intent of his inquiry. You shake your head, dazed, drunk, barely aware of the torture you've agreed to.

"Excellent." Nanami's grin dips out of view as he lowers his head once more, but the very eclipsing of it behind your thighs is sufficient insinuation of sin you'll pay dearly for. Gladly for.

But then, it seems the universe has other plans when Nanami's phone rings; deprived (or made depraved) by the bell.

"Fuck."

You're not sure whether it's you or Nanami who utters the expletive, but you both know there's only one person obnoxious enough to call at this hour

"Gojo-san, nothing short of Sukuna's resurrection is going to get-"

"Nanaminnn~! I'm so Luckyyy to have caught yooou! Can't believe ya picked up on the first time, I usually have to try at least seven times - did you know I was having a dough-related emergency? You really are one with all things yeasty."

"A dough-related? - no," Nanami cuts himself off, determined not to be dragged in by the absurdity of Gojo's request. He'd learned the hard way not to let bafflement triumph.

"I see this is you being superficial and tedious as usual. If it's not urgent or a professional matter-"

"What are you doing up so late anyway? Can't be the missus, hm? A little birdy told me she's got you trapped with that November challenge."

The two of you freeze in absolute shock. You both know, you would never in a thousand years betray your husband that way, so how the hell did that menace guess?

"Ah? That was just a silly hunch of mine but since the silence is lasting longer than two seconds, I hit the nail on the head huh? Thing is, you've been so tense at work, Nanamin. You've barely complained about Overtime. Guess it's cause you can't get off even when you do get off, hm? No stress relief waiting for you at home?"

"My home life is none of your concern." Nanami says tersely - perhaps slightly too tersely.

"Eh? But it is my concern, as your colleague and friend! Affects your performance, don't cha know?"

You absolutely loathe the emphasis Gojo's loaded that term with, but you don't even have time to be furious at it before you're flabbergasted by his following outlandish remarks

"I sympathise with you, I really do. My own partner set me the same challenge. Didn't last the week."

Gojo's confession is of course, absent of any shade of shame.

Nanami clears his throat of the second-hand awkwardness that he's always forced to take on in any conversation with Gojo. Firsthand, really, given the irritant's imperviousness.

"That is unsolicited information which manages to surprise no one."

Gojo chuckles, and you pity the maniac who's somehow putting up with him. "Mh, she was, for one."

"What, at his utter lack of self-control?" you hiss under your breath, but apparently, not low enough.

You can practically hear Gojo's ears prick up through the line.

"Ah, that the lil' wifey? Put her on, it's been ages!"

Nanami's about to snap something impatiently but you gesture for the phone. He passes it over wordlessly, with an arched brow; trusting, but curious.

"Gojo-san."

"Mrs Nanaminnn, why hello! You're up late as well?"

"Yes, just fulfilling my wifely duties, you know..." You cradle the mobile device between your shoulder and chin, freeing both hands to gently stroke along Nanami's cheeks, silently asking him to resume his original ministrations, before you'd both been so rudely interrupted. He obliges, gratefully trailing a smattering of kisses across the lap which could block out all the world's nuisances.

Its peak example responds, "Hm? I didn't know Nanami married such a frank woman."

"Well, it's natural isn't it? For me to fulfill my husband's needs."

"Oh?"

Gojo's caught off-guard for once, as demonstrated by the single-syllable simplicity of his reply.

"Every couple has a different dynamic of course, and I respect whatever you have going on with your partner, Gojo-san. In fact, my admiration for their tolerance of immaturity is particularly high."

You hear a protest start to warble in Gojo's throat, but you've learned a thing or two from him, and barrel on.

"However, I could never subject Kento to such flagrant, unnecessary stress. I know how much of it he's been under."

"I can't stand to see him so on edge, so desperate. I want to comfort him any way I can, and the best method I've found is by opening up my..."

You pause, savouring the shocked silence coming from the other end, for once.

But then, Nanami gives a harsh nip to your inner thigh and your breath hitches. It's a warning, a prompt. Hurry up.

"My-my ears," you continue at last, raking your hands though the straw-blonde furrows of your husband's hair, fringe already sweat-slicked back, as his heated palms drag you forward on his tongue, harvesting another of your barely contained whimpers.

"Sorry, did you say ears? You sounded a little breathy there, missus." Your knuckles whiten against Nanami's locks, aggravated that you've allowed smugness to seep back into Gojo's tone.

"I'm breathing very well, thank you - and I'm not sure what you heard but I did say ears," you retort with a short, sharp inhale through your nose.

"You see, my husband's the sweetest, most respectful, most wonderfully patient man on earth," You bite your lip to hold back your moans as Nanami attempts to disapprove every single description you've given him with harsh sucks to your clit, alternating with vicious swipes of his cunning tongue.

"B-but even he- he has his l-limits," you say shakily, wrapping your quivering thighs around Nanami's strong neck, feeling the pulse of his thick tendons against your calves.

"And the chief grievance he came to me with was unfortunately, work-related. A pesky, inconsiderate colleague who has no regard for boundaries or other people's private time. So, for my dear husband's sake, I'll only say this once, Gojo-san. Are you listening?"

"Um..."

"Kindly, Fuck off."

And with that you hang up, switching off the phone and tossing it to the corner of the room

You hear Nanami's laugh reverberate against the apex of your thighs, even as your gaze catches his, glowing with affection and wonder.

He only parts briefly from your clit to murmur, "Fuck, I love you."

You grin down at him, "Then prove it, mister. Husbandly duties are a thing too, you know."

And of course he fulfills them, thoroughly, tirelessly. Repeatedly.

But it's still not enough.

"K-kento, n-need more," you beg, falling apart as his fingers squelch in symphony with your squeals.

"Your c-cock. Cock. Wan' w-want it sso bad. Please!" you sob.

"Cum, c-cum too. Gimme all'it. E-every drop. Want your babies."

Nanami stills, eyes narrowing as you shudder and babble incoherently beneath him. Glorious as the sight is, he peels his attention away to glance at the clock and calendar on the wall.

"You have...ulterior motives," he observes, thumb cruelly resuming its languid circular assault on your too sensitive nub.

"Nngh! nno-No!" you cry out, grabbing his wrist. "As many - as many as you want, that I-I can give you. Wanna make you proud Daddy."

Nanami groans for the first time that night, you both know how that word triggers him, it's your trump card - alas, played too early.

"In the morning," he murmurs, promise tender against your temple as he pistons mercilessly, four fingers deep inside you. Stretched thin, not ready to snap.

"If you still feel the same, in the morning...It'll change everything, there's no rush, my love."

You wail as your final climax wrecks you, a contrast of fullness and emptiness wringing your body and rending your heart apart as you you lock eyes with Nanami, adoration brimming over in amber, as if it could quench his brimstone hunger too...

You cannot demand the dawn to arrive sooner, you already know you don't need the clarity of day.

But, it turns out you don't have to wait that long.

The rustle of sheets and rhythm of his sighs are still spilling into ink, shadows still kissing your eyes when they flutter open. Nanami feels your smirk pressed to his mouth, your thighs parting readily to welcome him back. You switch on the bedside lamp.

"What happened to 'in the morning', hm?"

"It is...one minute after midnight."

"Well then, happy November 1st, Kento." You giggle, fingers trembling all too eagerly as you reach for him.

"What's this?" you frown, grasping the material taut around his length.

Nanami's hips twitch, despite the reluctance tinged sheepish shuddering through his lungs. "I meant that part."

His kiss is slow and deep. "There's no rush."

You stare at Nanami, face cradled in his gentle palms. Expectant, mildly hesitant, waiting. As always.

All it took was a moment. Perhaps poorly calculated, barely preconceived.

It flit past your mind, somersaulting past all the fences and gates of "what ifs" and "how's", buoyant as a bird on the breeze, a gale summoned by his gaze, one pure instant of desire that conspires to slip from your mouth as you whisper, "I was serious too. Let's try."

To behold his expression is like watching rapid weather changes, rays breaking golden in those amber irises for a few seconds, all marvel and wonder at the sun-soaked, burnt umber horizon writhing beneath him, before something clouds over, thunderstorm scudding in his eyes, beckoning the lightning you feel arcing down your spine. Heated breaths condense against each other, tongues like tendrils of clouds chasing each other, perspiration pelts down from his forehead to yours, flesh dewy from yielding to him, lips parting for rainfall, as for once, you both pray for your bodies to yield something more joyous and anguished, something more cacophonous and quiet, than mere, wanton satisfaction.

You will never deny Nanami of anything, ever again.

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hiii hope your having an amazing day :) do you make headcanons? if you do and if you don't mind can i request headcanons for Izuku, Bakugo, and Denki about being in a secret relationship (i really love your stories about characters being in a secret relationship) and them accidentally outing their relationship because something happened (you can choose what happened) thank you so much!! also if you dont do headcanons you can choose one from the three on the imagine ❤️ I'm sorry if this is confusing 😅

“Secret Relationships,” Midoriya, Bakugou and Denki headcanon

YES IM GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS UGH, I gotta do my sweet baby Bakugou first🥺

Summary: having a secret relationship with one of the guys and it’s get leaked.

Each section would probably be a little short, I apologize in advance🥺

Warnings: none!

Bakugou:

The relationship between you and Bakugou was always strange but once the students had to move on campus in the dorms, it turned into a whole different story.

The secret meetups late at night in his room, turned into nothing more than a secret relationship. The way your sleep schedule was beyond screwed up from being up late in his room and having to wake up early to go back to your room before anyone noticed.

It had been going on for months so by now you were used to the secrets and sneaking around along with barely having any sleep the next day while in class.

The more the relationship progressed, the more Bakugou would steal quick glances at you and even when you were in the kitchen with the other students, he would purposely slide behind you and touching your back in the process.

One day in particular, the class had decided to have a game night and he wasn’t too thrilled about joining in. He had tried to convince you to come back to his room but you had told him it would make things obvious if only the two of you were absent.

He huffed, at this point he didn’t really care about the class nor their opinions on anything. He was a ball of fire afterall so when he saw you sitting with the class as they gathered up board games, he was over with keeping things a secret, he wanted it to be known that you were his and he wanted you upstairs in his room.

“I don’t wanna play this stupid game night.” Bakugou said in front of everyone but he was directing it towards you and you tried to ignore him.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to be here dude.” Kirishima patted his back, sitting down at the table and he huffed out a breath dramatically, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not talking to any of you idiots.. Y/N.” He said your name sternly, like he was giving you a direct order by the look of his red eyes.

“Why are you so worried about Y/N being here with us?” One of the classmates mentioned and you had cursed under your breath, Bakugou was acting like a child.

“Because I want my girlfriend upstairs with me.” Bakugou angrily said, everyone growing quiet and you had gulped the lump in your throat, well there goes the secret.

Everyone’s eyes had landed on you and your cheeks turned a dark shade of red before you slide the chair back and stood up. You have never felt this embarasssed in your life, he could’ve done this any other time in a completely different way but of course the asshole had to make everything a big deal.

“No way,” Denki mumbled, trying to hold the laugh that was begging to come out.

You dismissed yourself, walking over to where Bakugou was and punched his arm as hard as you could, cursing under your breath and he smirked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, winking back at the rest of the class.

“God, you’re so fucking embarrassing, Katsuki.” You muttered, following him to the elevator to go up and he tugged you closer.

“Oh shut up, you love it.”

As you two waited for the elevator, you couldn’t help the feel the classes eyes on the both of you. It was even more humiliating as you had to wait for the doors to slide open. You heard a few of them whisper about you two being a thing, some had mentioned how obvious it was and some mentioned had you two were complete opposites.

Bakugou obviously didn’t care, instead he liked to annoy everyone, especially you. So hearing people whisper about had fed onto the asshole ego he had, making his large hand grab your chin and give you a rough kiss on the lips in front of everyone.

The way your face was completely red at this point and all he did was give the classmates a evil grin before dragging you into the elevator and pushing the button for his floor.

“Why can’t you ever be casual?”

“Do you not know me? I’m far from casual.” He nudged you gently, laughing at your tomato red face and moved his thumb to brush across your cheek.

“Yeah, clearly.”

Denki:

You had a crush on Denki for what seemed like forever. Since the first moment you met him on the first day of school till now. It was pretty obvious how much you liked him. Eventually you became bold enough to ask him to hang out.

Now you two have been dating for only a few weeks, you both had agreed to keep it private to enjoy the privacy and the time alone before the classmates end up finding out.

Of course you knew Denki a little too well at this point, you knew he would end up slipping up the secret sooner or later but it didn’t entirely bother you that it’ll happen.

And you were right, after a training exercise and having to go through some obstacle course that Aizawa had set up, he had sparked a fuse and as his brain suffered a shortage, his mouth had instantly opened and talked about you.

You couldn’t help but be over protective when he did go through that shortage phase, quickly taking care of him and making sure he was comfortable was a habit you picked up.

“So pretty.” He muttered as he reached for you in front of everyone and you froze in your place until he had wrapped his arms around you, clinging onto your body.

Your cheeks flushed, grabbing onto his body and holding him up straight so he didn’t lose his balance. He continued to mutter words like how you’re so pretty and he even slipped up how he was lucky to have you.

“Aww, Denki is in love.” Sero had laughed at his state, making you roll your eyes and become more protective.

“Nothing wrong with that.” You admitted, stroking your fingers through his hair and dragged him over to sit down.

His head had rested on top of yours, his tall frame giving you a tight hug and you had choked on the air you were breathing on from how openly clingy he was acting in front of the entire class including Mr. Aizawa.

“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Midoriya had teased, the smirk on his face made you grow embarrassed.

“No.”

“Yes, we are.” Denki cut you off, his arms still around yours and the goofy smile on his face only got bigger.

“Y/N is mine. Only mine, I don’t want to see- I don’t want to see any of you near... what’s mine.” He managed to stumble out, his face turning blank like he had forgotten what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” You laughed, putting your hand over his mouth, glancing at your classmates.

You stayed quiet, dragging him away from the rest of the class and forced him to drink some water and sit down on a chair to relax until he went back to his normal state.

You will admit that he was cute and the way he openly told everyone what was his, which was you, had made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Denki.”

“Am I?”

Midoriya:

It had taken forever for Izuku to catch onto your hints on liking him and wanting to hang out with him more. Of course he was very oblivious and didn’t catch on for weeks, even months before you got frustrated and had been straight forward with him.

The both of you being completely shy balls made everything a lot more difficult, the hints he threw at you and the hints your threw at him had completely flew over both of your heads, it was quite ridiculous.

You knew Midoriya wasn’t going to make the first move, you knew he was too big of a anxiety nut to even be bold enough to tell you to your face that he likes you in ways that was more than friends. So you did it on your own.

It hadn’t even been a week of you two officially dating until Izuku slipped it up to Todoroki when ranting about how amazing you were and how much he loved watching your quirk in action.

Once he had revealed the secret, he had told Todoroki to keep his mouth shut and not talk about it again but later that day, Izuku slipped up to another one of your classmates, Ashido.

It wasn’t long until he had slipped up to the whole entire class and now everyone knew that you two were a fresh couple. The side comments the students would make to you both and embarrass the both you, making the shyness in you two grow and cause you to stutter to no end.

“I think you two are cute!” Ashido had mentioned, trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal that everyone already knew.

“You knew Midoriya can’t keep a secret for long.” She commented, making you laugh and agree to what she said.

You couldn’t blame him though, he was a little too excited to be dating his crush that he couldn’t help but talk about you constantly to all his friends. He couldn’t help but stare at you and want to talk about how pretty you are and the characteristics he liked most about you.

It was in his nature, he was proud and lucky that he just had that urge to tell the whole world about you and it made butterflies explode in your stomach and it also made you want to kiss him desperately but you decided to not do that in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to tell anyone right away.” He mumbled towards you, the look of guilt washing over his features and you shook your head, embracing him in a tight hug.

“Don’t be sorry! I’m glad you told people.”

ANNND finished, I’m sorry it’s short. I usually go longer when it’s one character at a time but I hope it’s good🤧

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Bonafide Love

Pairing: Dark!Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: A gentleman on the surface, Frank can only keep up the façade for so long.

Word Count: 4844

Warnings: Explicit 18+, stalking, choking, non-con, unprotected sex

A/N: So this is my second entry for the shameless hoes for Chris challenge, hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 and tbh this was absolute hell to write lol. This is my longest fic by far, but I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone and try my hands at something new. So, this story is going to be told from Frank’s POV and while it was fun to write his inner thoughts, I had some trouble when it came to the smut, so please go easy on me. My prompts are as follows: Kink: Edging, Trope: Obsession/Stalker AU, Character: Frank Adler. Do enjoy and thank you ladies for hosting this awesome sauce worth of a challenge, it has been super encouraging to me.

I don't understand it. I mean I do, but I don't. For a boat to float on water, yet I always manage to sink? It's amazing really, but a mindfuck nonetheless. Some science concept about buoyancy and what not. I never quite excelled in stem related subjects, but it didn't make it any less interesting to me. I tend to spend most of my days fixing these things but, one day, I’ll own one of them for sure. Currently, this rich guy is having some boat trouble and I was happy to help. The job paid enough to help me advance two months on rent and it wasn’t anything super complicated, so I figured why not. The boat was anchored by the dock in his backyard, yeah he has that type of money, so I spent most of my days working on it at his home. It wasn't anything too serious, just a broken bilge pump and a few cabin leaks here and there. Nothing that should take me any longer than a couple weeks to fix really.

By week two it was like the perfect cliche happened. I'm sitting on the dock, cranking up some last minute changes when this gorgeous girl walks up offering me a beer. She's sporting this beautiful, yellow, daisy sundress which pops against her brown skin. It's golden hour right now and as the sun radiates off her, she gives off this ethereal like glow and I have to force myself to keep calm.

“Something to help cool you off during this Florida heat.” She offers along with a few towels to catch the sweat droplets cascading down my forehead.

I detect a bit of an accent, but I can't quite place it. Hell, I'm not even sure if I heard it, but all I know is that I want to hear her speak again. Then, my eyes travel further south to the way that her perfect, round, breasts spill out of the top of that sundress, ever so slightly. Just enough to get a taste. Dragging my arm across my forehead, I find myself sweaty for a different reason entirely, as I try to get one last peak in before she notices.

“Thanks! Ten more minutes in this blazing heat and you would've been passing me off to an EMT.” I joke.

And then I hear it. The most contagious fucking laugh. It's not high pitched and squeaky or anything like that, but there’s a light airiness to it. I take advantage of this ladys' distraction to continue eye fucking her as I finally take in the rest of her body. Her waist dips into a slight curve which then broadens out around her hips, and even from the front I can see that her ass is fat. I take in a deep breath in sheer appreciation and figure I better say something quick before I get caught lacking, only she beats me to it.

“Well I'm glad that didn’t happen. If the heat ever gets too intense please do not hesitate to come inside.” Yeah, I’d like to come inside alright.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m finishing up for the evening anyway. Although, I'm not sure we’ve met, I'm Frank. I would shake your hand, but mine is a bit dirty.”

“It's okay, how about when you’re finished you stop on by for a proper introduction then.” She urged.

Now I dont know what kind of hospitality they practice in wherever the fuck she's from, but my dick just twitched at the possibilities. Shit, get it together Frank. Still, I can't place that accent. Is it from Guyana? Turks and Caicos maybe? I’m not too sure, but it's from somewhere warm I’m positive. Maybe she can tell me now or later on when she's stuffed full of me, the choice is hers really.

“I will take you up on that, but for now I’d like to finish as much as I can while I still have a bit of natural light.” I say, gesturing my head toward the sky.

I catch it before it's gone, but she makes the cutest little pout and I give a quick smirk cause fuck I feel ecstatic that she feels this attraction too.

“Oh yes, I'm sorry to keep you distracted.” She says.

“It's a welcome distraction.” I joke.

And then she does it again, that cute chuckle. Is it too early to be in love?

“Oh and btw, my name is Y/N.” She exclaimed, holding out her elbow.

I laugh when I realise what she’s going for, holding mine out so we can bump them together and even for just a graze I can feel how smooth the skin is; and I honestly want to sink my hands into it and knead it like dough.

“Just cause it's dirty.” She jokes.

“No, I get it,” I say smiling. “That was actually pretty clever.”

“Well, after you're all cleaned up, how about we try a more suitable handshake then.”

Ok, now this chick is three for three. First time is by chance, the second is a coincidence, and the third’s a pattern. And I know I'm not tripping, she must be flirting right? I’ll give it til time four to really shoot my shot, as Mary says. Apparently, it means to take a chance and pursue an interest, I guess. I can't really keep up with the kids these days.

It's been several days since I last spoke to Y/N and I'm kinda annoyed that I didn't go and try that PrOpEr HaNdShAke of hers, but night came around fairly quickly and Roberta can only watch Mary for so long. She's a saint and I know she doesn't mind babysitting, but I try not to take advantage of her kindness. On the upside to that night, Mary and I went through the entirety of dinner and then some trying to imitate Y/N’s accent. It started out as a genuine mistake. I was so caught up in replaying our earlier conversation that I accidentally pronounced a particular word in a bit of a drawl, but for whatever reason, it cracked Mary up. A sentence here and a mimic there, we soon found ourselves going through the whole night sounding like a very poor rendition of something straight out of the Pirates of the Caribbean. God, I love that kid.

Quite frankly the boat job was done and I had just chucked it up to a lost cause until I got the call that something else had gone faulty with the boat. A freak accident if you will, but I wasn't complaining if it meant that I’d get to catch even a glimpse of Y/N. It’s nighttime once again and Mary and I had just finished dinner, but I promised to come take a look at the damage on the weekend when she goes to visit Boston. It’ll allow me to take my time so as to not rush home immediately.

It's Friday evening and I decided to make my way up to the mansion they call a house to assess the damage of the boat so that I can gather everything that I needed for the weekend to come. I get a quick run through of what needs to be fixed and as we’re making our way along the dock and up to the backyard of the house, I get offered inside for a drink.

Three beers in and we’re now in a shouting match with the football players on TV. Fucking Miami Dolphins, cant win for losing if they tried. So caught up in tonight’s game, I didn’t even hear the door open until the jingle of keys captured my attention. Looking back, a tight lipped smile graces my lips as I catch sight of who just came home. It's 10:00pm by my watch and either it’s suddenly wrong for the first time today or Y/N should’ve been home an hour ago.

“Late night?” I scolded

And I instantly hate how accusatory it sounds, because I gotta keep the cool guy thing going. As expected, I got a few raised eyebrows in my direction. So before this turns awkward I scramble to find a way to play it off, blurting out a “I would’ve saved you an extra beer had I known you were a night owl.” I say gesturing to the beer in my hand.

There's a bit of an awkward chuckle that follows and thankfully everyone lets it slide. “No thank you Frank, I’m not one for beer.” She giggles.

Her and her dad carry on in conversation for a few minutes before she takes off up the stairs.

“Goodnight daddy,” she says, kissing him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Frank,” she waves me off.

Daddy, I like the sound of that. “Night.” I mumble, taking a swig of my drink.

Another hour goes by and at this point I couldn’t care less about the game. Y/N’s been running through my mind ever since she walked in here and now I just need a reason to see her.

At this point it's a little past midnight and her dad is dozing off, doing the infamous head nod all dads do instead of just going to bed. I've sat here and watched him pitch awake every time his neck drops to his shoulders and now; he's out like a light. Easing my way off the couch, I head upstairs to Y/N’s room. If my memory serves me right, it should be two doors to the left side of the staircase.

I give a few courtesy knocks to the door before letting myself in. Fresh out of the shower, she's coming out of the bathroom as I'm walking in the door and there's a look of confusion that crosses her features. “Frank, are you drunk?” she speculated.

“No,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Are you?”

But before she has a chance to answer I continue, “You must be! You finish your hospital rounds at five and start yoga by six. Class ends no later than eight, but you don't make it home until ten. Where the hell were you?” I demanded.

At some point she’ll need to realise that she can either let me know where she is or she can come home at an appropriate time; and it's best if she learns that now. Her confusion slowly dissipates as anger takes over and as she opens her mouth to speak, I cut her off once again, attempting to deescalate the situation.

“You know the first time I saw you, for a second I didn't think you were real.”

“Frank, what the fuck are you talking about?” She scoffed.

“Walking down the dock towards me.”

“G-get out right now.” She stammered.

“The sunlight was fierce that day and as it cast its rays upon you, it gave you this halo effect. And Y/N I swear you looked like an angel.” I described.

I didn’t realize it, but during my reminiscing, I've been slowly making my way towards her. But It wasn't until we were face to face that I noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders. I reach up to cup her cheeks in my hand and stare into her eyes. Then, I try to find my next words carefully, so as to not come off creepy.

“All I'm trying to say is that you’re breathtakingly beautiful and I would love to get to know you better,” I confided. “But you have to make it home at a decent time if you want this to work out.”

So this wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances, I get it, but it still fucking stings to see my girl look at me with nothing but terror in those big, doe eyes of hers; and for a quick second irritation flashes in mine before I blink them away. Patience, I tell myself. I need to bring her along slowly.

Her face scrunches up as she begins to mock me “aLl i’M tRyInG tO sAy iS...”

“FRANK, how do you know those things?” She yells as she attempts to shake out of my embrace.

“Relax Y/N, I was just making sure you were safe.” I growl out.

“Relax? You have point five seconds to get the fuck out before I call the police.”

“You’ll have to get to the phone first." I challenged.

Her eyes darted from me, to her cell phone, lying on the bed, to the door behind me. And as annoyed as I am, I do feel a little bad for springing this on her all at once, so I have to at least try and calm her down before this goes completely haywire.

“Y/N, baby, please don’t,” I sigh. “You know as well as I do that you’re not making it to that phone or to that door.” I say matter of factly.

“I have to at least try.” She breathes out.

If I weren't so turned on, I'd be proud. My girl's a fighter, fortunately for her though, I’m gonna have to fuck it out of her. Dragging my hands from her cheeks to her palms, I gently place her hands in mine, leading her to the bed. But, she yanks her hand away in some sort of last ditch effort, and I drag it back to me, twisting it clockwise as a warning. She makes a hissing sort of sound and looks up at me with tear filled eyes, but remorse is the last thing I feel. In fact, my dick just twitches at the sight. I bring her body close to mine and resting my head in the crook of her neck, I can smell the faint scent of soap she’d just used earlier. Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I rub them up and down soothingly saying

“Y/N, I’ll try and be as gentle as possible.”

A wheezing type noise escapes her and I feel a few teardrops hit my shoulder. I hate seeing my baby cry, but what I love is the compliance. There’s no fighting, no reluctance, just acceptance; and for that, she deserves to get rewarded.

“Baby look at me.” I demand, wiping her tears away.

“I understand that this is all new for you and I’m willing to be as patient as I can. But Y/N,” I turn serious. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you step out of line, so don't make me okay?”

She gives me a shaky nod in return and I press my lips to hers, eager to get started. Taking her arms, I gently raise her off the floor and lie her on the bed, facing me. This seems to wear off all the initial shock and I can already tell this night is gonna last longer than it has to. Raising up on her elbow Y/N shoots me a pitiful look, mouthing a please in hopes that it’ll change my mind. It won’t. As I start to undress, I'm not gonna lie, I do feel bad, springing this on her so soon, but that doesn't change what's about to happen, and she’ll just have to adjust.

“You wanted to know where I was earlier today, after yoga? I went for a walk.” she rambled.

Dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed, I ask “a walk where?”

“In the park. After I meditate during my yoga sessions I like to walk around for a bit, to continue my disconnect from the outside world.”

“What do you feel the need to disconnect from?”

“Just everyday life, sometimes I find it necessary to focus on -

FRANK.” She shrieks as I pull her legs toward me.

“Go on,” I urge. She shoots me another pleading look with those glossy eyes of hers, but I ignore it as I go to unwrap the towel, however her grip is unrelenting.

“Please Frank, don't do this.” She begs

“Y/N, relax baby. I just want to make you feel good. Much like yoga, you can use this experience as a way to disconnect from the loud noises of the world. Just focus your energy on your body and the way it feels, okay?” I say stroking her leg.

She gives an uncertain nod and lies back down, undoubtedly trying to find her happy place. I unfold the towel at each side and slowly spread her legs. My mouth drops open in appreciation and I have to physically stop myself from drooling. Still wet with water droplets from the earlier shower, her pussy is a glistening treasure box. It’s smooth to the touch, with a small patch of hair, in the shape of a triangle, layered at the top. A bit of a guide on where I should go and a sign I mustn't ignore.

I put my face in between her legs and inhale softly, savoring the scent of her natural musk. I dart my tongue out and lick a stripe up the slit of her opening until I get a shocked gasp in return. Smiling to myself, I raise up a little and urge her to

“Finish telling me what’s important for you to focus on.”

Diving back in, I lick several more stripes up her slit until I see that little nub of hers get swollen enough to peek out from under the hood. I swirl my tongue around it until I latch on, trying to get her body to create enough moisture for what's about to come next. There's a faint whimpering here and there, but it's nothing close to what I actually want to hear. I stop my ministrations and poke my head out to proclaim

“Y/N I'm still waiting.”

Peeking above her legs, she looks down at me for a split second, and as we make eye contact, she immediately turns her head upward to the ceiling. So my girl seems to be a little shy, oh I’ll fix that real soon. I go back to work diving my tongue on her clit and my fingers soon find their way to her slit to collect what little moisture has gathered.

“Sometimes I find it necessary to focus on my, my- myself ahhhh…." She raises up off the bed.

Gripping her hips and holding them firm to the mattress, I continue on in my earlier position, only this time, my movements turn swift. Sucking her clit between my lips, I drive two of my fingers into her heat repeatedly, until those quiet whispers have turned into full on moans. I'm soon rewarded by a gush of liquid and I lap up as much as my mouth can catch. But I don't slow down just yet. Speeding up my movements on her already sensitive body, I graze her bud with my teeth to add a little razzle dazzle and a few pumps later Y/N cums again, screaming through her orgasm and soaking my chest in the process. I decide to come up for some air and licking my lips, I climb atop the bed and bring her in for a deep kiss. There’s a bit of reluctance at first, but a firm squeeze to her jaw is quick to out that flame. A surprised gasp gives me the opportunity I need to to slip my tongue in and I just relish in the sensation of how smooth it feels.

“You taste that Y/N? That's all you baby.” I say going in for one last sloppy peck on the lips.

She gives me yet another pleading look as if to say there's still time to stop and all I can manage is a tsk, because there's no way I'm going back.

“Ready for me babe.” I ask, lining myself up to her entrance and at that she shuts her eyes closed.

I'm a little disappointed that she isn't adjusting as quickly as I’d hoped, but it's all good, I’ll have this pussy trained to crave me after I'm finished with her. Hissing as I inch myself into her sopping heat, I’m met with the warmest, most cushy pussy I've ever slid into and I have to halt my movements so I don't cum right then and there. I look down and notice a look of discomfort on Y/N’s face and the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable. I want her to enjoy this as much as I will, so cupping her cheeks in my palms, I coo “Y/N, look at me.”

Her eyes flutter open and a few tears stream down her face.

“Hey no, none of that,” I say, wiping them away. “This Is supposed to be a way for you savour the disconnect from reality, remember? A chance to let your body take over while you relish in what feels good, right?” I ask, stroking her cheeks.

Once again, she gives a shaky nod and I lean down to give her a quick kiss. “I won't move until you relax.”

“Frank, please don't do this, I'm sorry, whatever it is that I did, I'm so sorry.” She babbled

“Baby no, it's nothing to be sorry for, trust me. But this is gonna happen one way or the other, so it's best to get comfortable now.”

Sliding her arms around my shoulder, she squeaks as I jerk my hips downward and I start off on a steady pace of thrusting. Letting out the most guttural moan ever, I throw my head back as I get lost in the walls of YN’s pussy. My heart begins to swell and I just have to tell her the way she makes me feel. Resting my forehead against hers I decide it's time to put all of my feelings out there.

“Y/N baby, from the moment I saw you I,- I just knew you’d be perfect,” I confessed. “And then after that day on the dock, oh I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Slowing down, I rise up above her, hooking her legs around my waist while my thumb starts to circle her clit causing a sharp yelp to follow.

“Yeah that's it, scream for me baby,” I ordered, watching her squirm. “Open those pretty, brown eyes and let me see how good my lovin’ looks on you.”

Steady in my pace, I continue to rub my thumb across her bud as Y/N’s breath becomes quicker and her eyes shut tighter. She’s close, but if I'm gonna let her come, at the very least she can look me in my eyes. So I remove my fingers and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“You know, the way you spend your Friday evenings volunteering at that shelter, it's admirable. I like a woman that’s compassionate. It means she has plenty of love to give, and I'm here to take it all baby.”

Placing my hands on her breasts, I speed up my strokes once again, delighted in the pure bliss I'm feeling right now.

“Oh and don't get me started on how you manage your way around the tennis court,” I grunt out. “Your aim could use a little work, but it's nothing some practice can't fix. And that's what I love about you Y/N. You're a well rounded person, with a perfectly balanced lifestyle. You have your work and you have your hobbies.” I say pounding into her core.

My hands squeeze a little tighter around her breasts and I know I've just crossed the very fine line of pleasure and turned this into pain. She starts that panting noise up again and I can tell, she's close once more. Gripping her breasts just a little tighter, she lets out a moan of discomfort, and although it's not what I was going for, I’ll take what I can get; for now.

“That's it. I was waiting to hear those sweet melodies you've been hiding.”

Her jaw slackens and her mouth drops open, ready to jump over that peak of pure ecstasy, before I stop completely. She huffs out a whine, no doubt frustrated and longing to get it over with I'm sure.

“No Y/N,” I say sternly, “if you wanna come then you’re gonna have to look me in my eyes while you do it."

Starting back up again, I rock into her with slow, leisurely thrusts, letting my thoughts take over.

“You know there's nothing sexier than you in your natural state, hmm?” I reached over and set about stroking her cheek.

“I mean yeah, the makeup thing is cute, but I like you just the way you are. When you come out of the shower in the mornings and start your moisturising routine, I think the only step necessary afterward is to just put on clothes, not a full face baby.”

My hand finds itself tangled in her hair as I lean down to lick one of her nipples as my other kneads her other breast.

“Oh and that birthmark beneath your left shoulder,” I breath out, “what is that, a cloud maybe?”

At that her whole body stiffens. Looking up, I see that her eyes are now wide open in shock and I can't help my small smile that soon follows. Confirming her suspicions, I let out a “ohh yeah, I've been protecting you for quite some time.”

“It’s only a matter of safety okay, but my all time favorite is when the weekends comes and you -"

“SHUT UP. Oh my God, you’re a freak. How long?” She beats at my chest, teary eyed.

“How long have you been watching me in the shadows like a creep?”

And at that my hands fly to her throat, anger consuming me.

“I've been protecting you long enough to know that you should be more aware of your surroundings.” I grit out.

Speeding up my thrusts once again I find my hand tightening around her neck as I dip down low to take her nipple back into my mouth. Grazing my teeth against them, my other hand finds its way back down to her clit and I rub furiously, setting out on a merciless pace. Arching her chest into me, she makes these wet, gurgling noises with her throat and for a split second I forgot just how hard I was choking her. Easing my hand a little, I keep a steady grip as a reminder.

“After all I go through to bring you pleasure and you speak to me like this? No, not now, not ever. If I don't teach you anything else tonight, it'll be manners.” I fume, emphasizing with a particularly harsh thrust to her cervix, causing her to shriek in return. Oh now she screams.

“Look at me.” I demand.

She turns those glossy eyes in my direction and I want so bad to comfort her, but now is not the time. She has to learn.

“Who's fucking like this huh?”

She croaks something out but it’s inaudible. My hand on her bud picks up the pace tenfold, and I get close to my own climax. This seemed to grab her attention as she whimpered out a 'you'.

“That's right baby and whose pussy is this?” A moaning mess, she manages to blurt out another 'you'.

“And tell me who's making you feel this good?” At that, she yells out a frustrated, “you, Frank, it's all you!”

“Yeah that's right me, it's me Y/N. And you’d be wise to remember that.” I taunt adding more pressure to her clit.

“I’m so-sorry Frank, just please finish me off this time.” she begged.

“Finish what?” I tease.

“Just please, let me cum.”

She's moaning up a storm with her fingers tightly gripping the sheets and I didn't think it was possible for my dick to swell any more, yet here I am, ready to explode.

Finally, she cums with a loud sob and I find myself right behind her, emptying rope after rope of my cum inside of her. Catching my breath, I slowly pull out of Y/N and drop beside her, wrapping her in my arms in the process. I hear her quick, shallow breaths and I feel a wetness hit my chest.

It’s just shock. Give it time Frank, many women get emotional after sex. She just needs to get a little used to the idea of us, that's all. Holding her, more firmly, in my arms I press gentle kisses into her hair and skin, whispering whatever I think will help; because this is only the beginning.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #shameless hoes for chris 2021 #Dark!FrankAdler #Dark!FrankAdler x Reader #Frank Adler #Chris Evans Character #Frank Adler x Reader #Frank Adler x You #Gifted Movie

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mystic-deep · 4 years ago

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"Whipped Cream" - Part 1 | Nanami Kento fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: none, some mild swearing near the end, rating will go up due to explicit content in later chapters.

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Chef Nanami anyone? Probably the only job that he'd actually enjoy haha. I'm not sure how many parts this will have but I'm not going to rush it, I pretty much have the plot and ending all planned out, let's see how fast we can get there haha. As always, didn't have time to proofread so please don't mind the mistakes.

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“Happy Birthday!”

Sitting at a table inside a small restaurant, you looked at your best friend as she handed you a colourful envelop. Money? She wasn’t your mother. A postcard? Too cheap considering she only bought you a bouquet of flowers.

“Open it already!”

Like obeying a command, you opened it and peeked inside. A gift card? How original. You spent days preparing the gift for her birthday and she gets you a gift card. Seeing your disappointed expression, she quickly explained.

“It’s a cooking course! You always said you wanted to attend one but never got the time, I figured if I bought it, then you’d have no choice but to go.”

You took the card out and began to inspect it. The words VIP were written in a golden colour as well as the name of the school you’d be attending.

“It was the most popular course, apparently you have to book it months in advance. I was really lucky since someone dropped out at the last minute.”

“When will I have the time to-”

“Shhhh!” She placed her index finger on your lips in order to shut you up. “The group session is thrice a week and you have twelve lessons in total. It’s after working hours and if for some reason you can’t attend then they can schedule a private lesson for the weekend. Benefit of a VIP and all.” She flipped her hair in a proud way and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. Who says money can’t buy a very expensive and needless cooking course?

The truth was, you loved to cook, it was the only time you felt calm in your otherwise hectic life. You were also pretty good at it but self-taught. You once joked that it would be fun to take some lessons and actually sharpen your skills but that was the point, you were joking. You remember the promise you made to yourself at the beginning of the year that you would go to the gym every day and get in shape. You bought a class pass for a year with a personal trainer and only ended up going for a week or two. You still received reminders weekly that you should be attending since it was already paid.

“Thank you, it’s a really thoughtful gift.” You offered her a smile as you played with the card in your hand. Well, one lesson or two might not take up too much of your time. You were also curios to know why this particular course was so popular.

“You’re welcome! Also, from what I’ve heard but nothing confirmed yet, the chef that’s going to teach you is really good looking.” Her eyes gleamed and you wondered if she was sending you out like a scout, to test the water and if it was good then she’d join as well.

“Wonderful, I can’t wait to be surrounded by an army of housewives.”

Monday afternoon you found yourself at the reception of the cooking school you’d be attending for the next couple of weeks. You had to admit that so far the building looked impressive. There were several classes from what you could tell and the lobby was already pretty crowded.

“Can I help you?”

The pleasant looking receptionist gave you a smile and you handed her your VIP card.

“Yes, I’m here to attend the course with chef Nanami Kento.”

“Oh, Nanami-sensei!” She gleefully took your card and began the registration. “You’re pretty lucky, this is our most popular class. It’s quite unusual for someone to drop out.”

“So I keep hearing.”

She gave you back your card as well as a small bag that contained several items.

“You have here your apron as well as your class schedule and several cooking accessories that you get to keep at the end of the lessons. The class is 10-A, the very last room at the end of the corridor. I hope you enjoy this experience!”

You smiled and thanked her before heading to the classroom. Upon entering you realized that your fears had been justified, the whole room was filled with women ranging from mid-thirties to some ladies that looked in their sixties. Only women, and they all seemed to know each other.

You moved to one of the islands in the back, taking out your apron and putting it on. You had to admit you kind of felt like you were participating in the Great British Bake Off. In terms of gadgets at your disposal, everything was modern and your island was well equipped with everything one might need for the cooking process. You had your very own oven and stove as well as a Kitchen aid and several other utensils. In one of the drawers you found a cutting board as well as a set of knives and several bowls. You were starting to realize why the fee had been so expensive.

“First time here?”

You turned around and nodded sheepishly at a group of older looking women.

“I guess everyone knows each other huh?”

“For most of us this is the second time we’ve taken this course, it’s quite lovely, you learn a lot of things.” You couldn’t help but wonder why they would need to take the exact same course twice. Either they didn’t manage to learn what they were supposed to the first time around or the chef really was thathandsome.

“I’m looking forward to it as well, I want to sharpen my skill and this one came highly recommended.”

“Are you married?” The question came as a punch in the gut and they all looked at you like it was the most normal thing one could ask.

“We didn’t see a ring on your finger.”

“Urm no, married to my work perhaps.” You offered a light chuckle but no one else found it funny.

“Then for whom are you sharpening your skills for? Any children?”

At this point you thought their questions were quite intrusive and rude. Were they perhaps thinking that you were a threat? A young new girl that was going to steal away the attention of their sensei? You were actually starting to get aggravated by their attitude. What happened to solidarity between women?

“I want to sharpen them for myself. No children, just a cat, pretty lucky I suppose.” Their eyes narrowed and you smiled to yourself. Teasing them was proving to be quite fun.

“Oh? Well, you’ll want them when you’re older. Although, you should probably hurry, not much time left to spare.” By this point your hand was itching to slap at least one of them. What an unpleasant bunch of old hags!

You were ready to give a sharp reply when the door of the classroom was opened and your teacher stepped inside. You hated to admit it, you really hated it, but he was indeed handsome. Blonde hair, light coloured eyes, build like a brick wall, sharp features and when he opened his mouth to greet the class, you fawned over his deep voice.

“I’m glad to see some familiar faces…and new ones of course.” His eyes landed on you and you shifted, feeling like a doe caught in the headlights. His presence was quite something, no wonder these women were ready to turn into harpies just for a bit of his attention. Still, it wasn’t enough to win you over. If anything, you felt an instant antipathy towards him-he seemed too arrogant for your taste.

“We’ll start our first day with a test bake. I want to see each and everyone’s level before we begin our lessons.” As he spoke, he neatly rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and put his own apron on. You could actually hear sighs going around the room but he seemed unbothered.

“You can bake anything you like, something you’re comfortable and good at.” With that said, he gave you an hour and a half to see what you’d come up with.

You decided on your famous lemon cookies, they were pretty easy to make and every time you baked a batch your friends would fight over it. As you were creaming the butter with the sugar you felt a presence near your station and turned to look at Nanami that was peeking inside the glass bowl.

“What are you making?” Just like that, no introduction, no small talk, right down to business.

“Lemon cookies. They’re-”

“Quite a simple recipe, don’t you think? I wanted to see your level, this is something even a child could bake.” Your heart dropped a little. You weren’t great at taking criticism and you couldn’t stand how those old hangs from before were snickering behind you.

“You said to bake something that we’re good at.”

“So lemon cookies are the only thing you’re good at? Hmm.” With that he left your station and you just stared at his back as he went on to check on someone else. Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment and anger. You were going to shut him up, once he had a taste of your cookies he’d eat his words, as well as the whole batch.

It seemed, however, that the universe was working against you. The batter didn’t have enough time to chill and since you weren’t accustomed to the oven you over-baked them. You stared at the plate of spread lemon cookies, not one looking the same as the other, and chew on your bottom lip.

With your baking time coming to an end, he was walking from one stand to another, mostly complimenting the results. The other women in your class were a giggling mess, thanking him like he had offered salvation just for eating one of their treats.

When he finally reached your station, you felt his judging eyes burning holes into your very soul.

“What happened?”

“Well, the fridge is not set to the right temperature. The one I have at home is much cooler, and I didn’t have time to let the batter set. Also, the oven is different from-”

“A simple recipe but you couldn’t finish it properly. Everyone in class uses the same type of fridge and oven, no one else had any problems.”

You wanted to argue back, wanted to say how unfair it was since they were all well accustomed to their working stations because they had already taken this class. Instead you kept quiet and fought back tears that had formed at the corner of your eyes. If you wanted someone to look down on your work you would have stayed overtime at your office.

“Can’t be helped, since you’re at beginner level. You have to keep up with the rest of the class so please pay extra attention during lessons and don’t hesitate to ask your classmates for advice.” With that said he continued to stroll around the room, throwing nice remarks left and right.

When the class was finally over you grabbed your bag and dashed out of the room. You struggled to take off your apron as you walked through the main reception and into the elevator that led to the parking lot. When you finally managed to set yourself free you fished the phone from your handbag and dialled your friend.

“Hey little chef, how was your first-”

“Horrible! I’m never coming here again!” You practically screamed in your phone as the elevator doors closed. You were shaking with anger and as you stared at your reflection in the mirror from the opposite wall, you also realized you looked just as upset as you felt.

“He’s an ass! He didn’t teach us shit! Test bake he said, so I made my lemon cookies you know.”

“Oh I love those!”

“Right?! Too easy he said, even a child could make them! The damn fridge wasn’t working properly and I forgot to set the oven so they spread a little but they were still good! Then he just made fun of me in front of the whole class and ugh don’t even get me started on them-” You continued to vent as the doors of the elevator opened and you stepped inside the underground parking lot.

“All of them have taken the class before and they’re just here to drool over the teacher. I swear it’s a fucking joke, his class is only popular because every single middle-aged married woman there wants to fuck him!” You stopped from your raging rant to look for your cars keys that were nowhere to be found. “I swear they all have some sick fantasies with him! He’s not a chef, he’s just some thirty something guy that preys on naïve women. He probably doesn’t even know how to whip cream!” You huffed in anger while trying to juggle the bag you received at the reception, your handbag and your phone.

“Where the hell are my car keys?”

“They seemed to have fallen at your feet.”

You froze, feeling the blood draining from your body. You turned around in slow motion and looked up at the figure of your teacher who was only a few feet away from you. You didn’t realize just how tall and menacing he looked until now.

“Urm, I-”

“I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday. That is, if you want to attend a class taught by a guy who doesn’t know how to whip cream.”

The sweet embrace of death couldn’t have come faster. You picked your keys from the ground and tried to form some kind of apology but he quickly walked through the parking lot towards his car. He opened the door of an expensive looking Mercedes and drove away, leaving you standing there like a complete moron.

“Y/n are you still there? What happened?”

“Oh god, oh god, I’ve fucked up!” You began to walk to your car feeling like the worst person on earth. “I’m not sure how much he heard but he heard plenty.”

“Ohoho this is getting interesting!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” You spat bitterly as you opened the door of your own car and stepped inside, throwing you bags on the empty seat. “Well, I shouldn’t bother with what he thinks anyway. He was mean to mean first and it’s not like I’m going again.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one! I didn’t spend so much money just so your workaholic ass can come up with excuses not to attend! I don’t care if he likes you or not, despite what you may think he was highly recommended for his skill not for his looks.” You grumbled as you turned on your engine, really hating the fact that your friend was making a point. You loved to cook, you were good at it, you might have had a bad day and now your teacher hated you, but you shouldn’t give up on the opportunity to learn proper cooking skills.

“Alright, I’m going to try a few more lessons. It will be a miracle if he doesn’t kill me by the end of the week.”

“That’s my girl!” You rolled your eyes and hanged up the phone before driving off. You really didn’t like Nanami and now he had more than enough reasons not to like you, but you also weren’t a quitter. If anything, you will continue to go to classes out of pure spite. You’ll show him how skilful you actually were, far better than any of those hyenas from your class. You’ll whip that cream until you’ll turn it into butter.

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami kento x reader

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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hey love 💓 i have a request for sumn really fluffy with kaminari! maybe y/n is alone on a friday night so she invites her best pal denki over to hang out and he immediately comes to her rescue. i'm thinking mutual pining that leads to the confession of feelings??? idk do whatever you think works!! i just really like cute kaminari content lmao

a/n: hey hun! oo yes fluffy kami content i am here for it!! i might do a mini-series for him, don’t know what it’ll be abt but i’ve been thinking about doing lil mini-series for some characters

summary: a boring friday night in your dorm leads to some confessions with your best friend and crush, denki kaminari

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.6k

;cut for length;

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Class had been over for hours, and now you were sitting on the floor of your freshly cleaned dorm room, bored out of your mind. Debating on starting up a movie and heading to bed early or playing some game on your phone, you let out an audible groan, frustrated from the lack of entertainment.

It was Friday night. You should’ve been asking if any of the third years were throwing some sort of party that you’d debate going to or up in the common room kitchen making food.

But now your fingers were typing away at the keyboard on your phone to 'Kami’ in your contacts, asking if he’d be down to stop your boredom from becoming fatal.

And in a matter of exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds, he was at your door with snacks and his own game console so you could play Mario Kart.

“You are an actual life saver.” You hug him quickly and pull him into your room, admiring the choice of outfit. It was most definitely his pajamas, a pair of loose grey sweats with a graphic tee that had some sort of video game reference on it.

“Anything for you, plus I was getting bored too.” The tone in his voice made your heart flutter. And the three words - anything for you - made your face burn. He was always so suave, even in the times that his charm was more comedic than it was actually charming.

“What should we do first?” You ask, sitting beside him, knee touching knee as you glanced at him and then back to your tv.

“Maybe watch a spooky movie.” Kaminari wiggled his fingers at you, leaning in and tickling your sides as you tensed and started laughing.

“Okay okay! We’ll watch a scary movie. You just want an excuse to cuddle me when you get scared.” You teased him back for tickling you. Kaminari rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“You’ll be scared during this one, it’s just come out, and the trailer had everyone going crazy.” Kaminari explained while he helped you find the movie. Turning off the lights, you returned with a blanket and tucked the two of you under it nice and cozy.

It had never felt weird between the two of you, like when you held hands or cuddled. You’d been Kaminari’s friend since entrance exams, and you’d been best friends since the first week of school.

And now that your heart longed to be more than just a friend or a best friend, holding his hand or cuddling with him filled that sort of odd space in your heart.

And Kaminari was the same. He enjoyed feeling your hand in his, or having your arms wrapped around his waist while you laid exhausted in his bed after a day of training in the gym.

He’d been crushing on you since day one, you were the one girl that never pushed him away, or dodged all his advances, you were sweet but tough, kind and sharp, you were everything Kaminari loved.

Slinging his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you closer to him so he could rest his head on yours, his eyes flicking from actually paying attention to the movie to paying attention to you, to the way your fingers with chipped nail polish would reach for some popcorn and then retreat back to laying over his.

Whenever a jumpscare or scary part of the movie appeared, you’d both huddle into each other, too scared to try and make a witty remark about the both of you being wusses.

And finally when the movie had come to an end, an hour and a half had passed. You sat in the darkness while the credits rolled, giggling about the funny parts of the movie.

“And when the slasher was actually just walking and he still killed them, come on now! It’s not that hard to survive.” Kaminari groaned, frustrated that the plot had been so predictable.

“And you would survive one of these scenarios?” You smile, calling Kaminari out on his bullshit.

“I know I would. Because I would have you on my team.” Kaminari hums, flicking the tip of your nose. Your face scrunches up from the sting of impact. You shove him playfully and he pulls you over on top of him.

You sit on his lap and sigh.

“I mean If I wouldn’t die I guess I can’t let you die either.” You laugh, staring into his golden eyes.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” Kaminari asked blindly. You’re taken aback by the question, it had come out of nowhere.

“I haven’t. But please don’t make fun of me because have you had your first kiss?” You raise your eyebrows, praying he hadn’t.

“I have. I’ve kissed lots of people.” Kaminari lied, trying to seem cool. He was shitting himself, he had the chance, the opening, the timing, it was all perfect. You were sitting in his lap, your fingers playing with the collar of his sleep shirt, all he had to do was lean in and kiss you.

Surely it wasn’t that hard. It was a kiss. He’d seen people do it in movies several times, countless times, and he’d heard from Mina that kissing was super intimate even just little playful kisses.

Surely he could do this.

“Are you listening to me?” You pull Kaminari out of his thoughts but he’s quick to answer your question, pressing his lips to yours. It’s short, very short, and a bit awkward. His lips fit against yours, and right when you go to kiss him back, he’s gone, pulling away from you to grin at you.

“Kami did you-”

“Was it good?” Kaminari asks, beaming with excitement. You smile and shake your head.

“It lasted for like three seconds, if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me like you mean it dummy, like this.” You lean in and press your lips to his. You were new to this, and judging by that kiss, you knew that he’d lied.

You guided his lips with your own, going off of what just felt right. Kissing wasn’t rocket science, it was a discovery, a journey, you just had to know how to lead and follow.

Pulling away when you needed to breathe, Kaminari was breathless, literally and figuratively. He stared at you with pink cheeks, awestruck by the kiss he’d just had with you.

“I thought you said you hadn’t kissed anyone!” Kaminari wasn’t upset, but he was curious as to how you’d kissed so well.

“I haven’t.” You were telling the truth, letting your arms rest on his shoulders you rested your forehead against his.

“Then how-”

“I don’t know.” You cut him off, laughing. Kaminari sighed and pressed another gentle and shy kiss to your lips, still unsure of how to really kiss you. It was sweet, but you reassured him that it wasn’t all that hard. You moved his hands to sit on your hips as you kissed him back, leaning more into the kiss.

Kaminari sat up some, taking the lead and finally showing some confidence. When he pulled away, it was your turn to be flustered. You looked away, trying to hide your red cheeks from him but his hands were quick to deter your movements.

“Please tell me that you like me back because-”

“I do.” You cut him off once more, finally looking back at him. Kaminari sighed and leaned back against your bed, happy to know that his feelings were mutual. You giggle and tug on his hands to pull him back up.

“Everyone already thinks we’re a couple ya know.” You tease, rubbing your thumbs over his knuckles.

“I know, believe Sero and Kirishima both keep telling me to make a move already and well I have now but I’m glad I did because god you are just so perfect and I was so scared that you didn’t like me and that I was just stuck in the friend-zone.” Kaminari pouted.

“Are you kidding?! I thought I was being friend-zoned! You’re always so flirty I was just like ‘oh my god he’s gonna reject me if I ask him out.’“ You laugh at your past thoughts, finding it funny that had you just trusted your heart you would’ve been together sooner.

“Why on Earth would I reject you?! You’re smart, funny, beautiful, pretty, beautiful.” Kaminari’s eyes are wide with admiration as he stares at you, a goofy grin on his lips as he holds you closer to him, letting you lay against his chest.

“You’re pretty too, Kami.” You compliment him, kissing his cheek delicately before resting your head back on his shoulder.

“Awe, thank you. No one’s ever called me pretty before.” Kaminari’s hands rub your back, tracing little shapes on your shirt as the two of you talk.

“Well you are beautiful so now you have.” You smile.

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” Kaminari asks, he didn’t have much money, but what he did have, he would most certainly use to at least take you to get a drink at a café or something.

“Of course.” You hug him, embracing the comfortable warmth he was radiating.

“Wanna watch me beat some bad guys on my new video game?” Kaminari offers some more entertainment and you’re quick to respond, hopping off of his lap so you can watch the screen.

You lay with your head in his lap, his hands playing with your hair whenever his screen was loading or during a cutscene.

You eventually fell asleep, Kaminari managing to turn off the console shortly after to doze off with you.

The next day would bring more laughs, more kisses, and more time with Kaminari, and a few congratulations from your classmates who had seen the relationship coming from miles away.

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masterlist

#kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #denki #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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criminalminds4days · 4 years ago

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Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 5.2k

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair? So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

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NOTES: Wow, that was quite a response to just reposting the prologue! Hopefully you all enjoy the rest of this fic as much as you've been anticipating it; I know it's been a lot of buildup to it, unintentionally I promise you. Here you go, better late than... well, you get it.

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The next morning had been a hard one for Anna. School just felt strained and weird without knowing for sure where her mother was. Punz helped her through it, and she managed to do most of her classwork, but her mind kept wandering off.

Tomorrow was the earliest they could report her missing to the police. Of course, she had a feeling that it wouldn't matter one way or the other, but it was the strongest hope that she and her father had. Knowing what they knew about time travel, they had refrained from calling John or Wendy for the time being; she might come back.

She had to come back.

So when she walked into the living room after school and saw her mother sitting on the couch, looking quite weary but whole, safe, normal, she ran into her arms. It didn't even occur to her to ask about her father, or what she was doing there, or anything else. Need overrode curiosity.

"MOM! Oh my god… oh Mom, you completely freaked me out, I didn't know what happened!"

Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna, hugging back just as a tight as a sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh spilled from her lips. "My angel… I'm so sorry for worrying you like that. Really."

Anna felt her eyes well with tears. She had been unwilling to truly face the idea that Elsa was truly gone, but seeing her here threw into sharp relief just how much she had been terrified. Her arms grew tired as she held on, but there was nothing that could make her let go. Not at this moment. Even the mere thought had her arms tightening their hold, squeezing just a little harder.

"Please don't leave again," she said softly. "Not- not without telling me first. Dad- Dad came home last night and we were gonna go to the cops and-"

"Shh…." Elsa hushed her, inhaling deeply. "I promise I'll never do that again without telling you. I'm so sorry, Anna."

Tearfully, Anna drew her head back, just enough so she could look in Elsa's eyes. "Where did you go? Did I… did I do something?"

Oh God. Elsa could see the forty-something version of her daughter, asking that same exact question. "No, no, baby. No you didn't do anything."

"But you just left me…" Anna's words, cracked and small, were also so heartfelt. So sincere in their pain that it made Elsa want to cry, too. How could she even have thought of giving this up? Of leaving the person who, truthfully, had become her entire world?

"I waited until the day your father would come home. That way, you wouldn't be without someone to… look out for your well-being, no matter what came to pass."

Clearing her throat and sniffling, Anna pulled back and gazed at her mother. "What… came to… Mom, what happened? Where did you go?"

"I was figuring some things out. Took a few weeks. And I've come to some decisions." She took a deep breath, then let it out very slowly before she took both of Anna's hands. "I'm not leaving you."

"Okay. I'm… b-but you made it sound like you… wanted to?"

"Not 'wanted'. But I thought it might be best." She released her hands. "However, there are going to have to be a few changes around here."

Still incredibly relieved at not losing her mother, Anna slumped downward. Then she said, "Okay, okay. You want me to stop hitting on you? Is that pretty much it?"

Elsa nodded slightly. "For now. I'm… willing to revisit that at a later date, but you have to promise me something. From now until you are in college, this stops. We have to learn to keep our hands to ourselves. It's going to be difficult, I know; we've already proven that it will be. But that's very important to me. You might technically be of age, but… you're my child, and you live in my house. There's no pretending that won't affect which of us has the power in a… in… well, in a romantic relationship."

"O-oh." Anna wasn't sure what to say. This sounded like bad news, but it also sounded like there was some good news attached. "But… what about when I'm in college?"

Only now did Elsa smile slightly. "Depends. I want you to really take this time to think hard about you and I. We both will. And we'll try our best to be a normal family. I'm never, ever going to stop loving you!" Her smile faltered slightly, and she looked away with red cheeks. "And if, once you're out on your own, not… being 'parented' by me, you still want to be something more than mother and daughter… we can try that. I know it's a long time-"

"Oh, Mom," she breathed, crushing her with her arms again, sore as they still were. "God! Of course, I… oh I'm sorry, I'm so dumb, I kept trying to… I d-don't know, I'm stupid, I'm so stupid!"

"Shhhhhh." It was soothing and sweet, and she kissed the crown of her head. Anna hummed a little through her tears, glad for the gentle gesture. "It's okay. Everything's okay, Anna; you're going to be just fine."

"B-but what if we try it, and I hurt you somehow? Make you sad th-that your daughter is… disgusting?"

"Don't ever think that. Even if I've been a little disgusted by your desires, by my own, that does not mean I think you are 'bad' or… or anything! And it never did. Do you hear me, sweetie? You'll always be my sweet Anna, whether or not I can handle you being my Tori at the same time. Always."

With renewed vigour, Anna hugged her mother so aggressively. Elsa returned the expression – and, where once she would have hesitated, now there was no sign of that reluctance. It was just what Anna needed.

"I should… really call Punz," she said finally. "Let her know what happened."

Elsa's lips quirked. "I should probably ring your father," she said. Still, neither of them moved. If anything, Anna seemed unable to stop herself pressing closer.

"What if… what if I can't?" she whispered. Even in that low tone, it was obvious she was scared – terrified – of something. "You want me to stop until college, but what if I can't? Or, if I slip up? Mom, I can't lose you just because my balls get ahead of my brain sometimes."

Squeezing tight for a second, Elsa chuckled and closed her eyes. "Accidents happen…" she began. It wasn't good enough.

"No! How can we trust that it would even be an accident when I want you so bad? It hurts, Mom!" Anna sniffled. "It hurts to have you so close sometimes when I want so much more but you… don't…"

"Anna, listen to me." Elsa had Anna's face clasped in her hands, giving her the ability to look directly into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you. But right now is the wrong moment. For you, for me… and sweetheart, you need to think of Punz, too. That girl adores you. And-" Elsa lowered her voice, though she smiled now, too. "I would love to be her mother one day, too. Well, mother-in-law."

"That still doesn't solve this problem," Anna said. Her words were monotone, but she felt herself blushing at Elsa's suggestion. It was easier to deflect than it was to think on the future and whether or not Punz would be part of hers.

"You're right. But I guess what I've realised is… this problem is not worth me leaving you behind. I want to work on it together. And if we slip up again, we will deal with it like adults. We aren't animals who have no willpower."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a weak laugh. "You came pretty close that morning."

At that, Elsa leaned in and whispered, "I really did. I was very close." The double meaning made Anna's cheeks grow yet rosier. "But I'm serious; I won't try that while I'm 'in charge' of you. That's not right. Even if we try to treat each other equally, we can't be equals until you're out on your own. And I'm not going to let you drop out of school or anything like that, before you ask," she warned.

"Damn, you caught me," Anna hissed, and Elsa chuckled. "Still Mom with your freakin' parenting chess moves, ten steps ahead. Man… that's so long, though."

"Is it? I know it seems that way to you, because you're young."

Sighing, Anna admitted, "Maybe not. And you're right, like… the past couple of weeks have been great! Not just the parts where we flirted, but everything. All three of us hanging out together was nice, too."

"See? We can make that work. And as I said, if I know you're making advances on purpose, then I will have to leave until you've graduated. Just for my own sanity, and to make sure I don't hurt you – and then I'll come back. But a few slip-ups here and there can be forgiven, Anna."

Anna's hand stroked up and down Elsa's side for a moment. Again, she didn't flinch away, but she started to look a little less comfortable, so Anna stopped. "Okay. I… don't really get the whole 'I can't be in charge while we're dating' thing, because like, you parenting me is totally separate. But I do trust you, Mom. So… so I can try it."

"Not as separate as it should be. But thank you, Anna," Elsa said honestly. She was smiling, too, so that was a good sign. "Now I really must contact your father." She got up and was halfway to the kitchen before Anna spoke.

"Hey, Mom?" she asked. Elsa turned.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Anna felt very gun-shy and guilty. Like she was going to ask her mother for a treat after her father had already said no. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Of course!" Elsa turned more fully towards her daughter, and Anna felt her mouth grow dry. Just for a second, but it was more than enough, really.

Swallowing hard around a lump in her throat, Anna looked away. "Can I… have a kiss?"

Her mother answered with a sigh, but it was more weary than truly upset. "That would seem to defeat the purpose of giving us this dry period, wouldn't it? Unless you just mean a cheek-kiss."

"I didn't," she admitted readily. "Um… and I do kinda get what you mean? Cooling off to make sure this is what we really want, cause we can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. But like, I already did that. The past couple weeks were me trying not to feel things for you, and it didn't work. But if you want to try for longer…"

"I think, if a few more months go by and you still want me the way you did a couple of days ago, then it will prove that we're really intended to be that for each other. And if the feelings fade for you, then won't it be better that we never went too far? That we never… crossed the line that cannot be uncrossed?"

Anna was having trouble wrapping her mind around what Elsa was trying to get through to her. What would be the difference at this point? She already let her go down on her once before, even if it was her younger self and not this mother standing in front of her now. But she supposed there was probably some wisdom in this plan that she simply hadn't considered.

"Just tonight," Anna whispered very quietly. "Like, to get it out of my system. Then tomorrow, we can go back to 'Mom' and 'daughter' and all that, and… see where we end up when I go to college. And I know, I sound like an ungrateful brat, and it's demanding, a-and… I'm sorry. But I think it'll drive me nuts if I never get to touch you from now until I'm out of the house!"

"It's not a good idea, Anna." But she relented. "Fine. But you have to make all the moves. I already basically attacked you in 1985, and now that I really am your mother…"

That part, Anna could understand. Especially after she explained the whole 'being in charge' aspect; if she was worried about wielding power over Anna, she would give it all to her. Smiling, Anna placed her hands on Elsa's waist. "Just a kiss. Maybe it won't even feel right and we won't have to worry about anything more."

Both seemed to realise at the same moment how silly a thought that was. Anna could feel it already, that pull. Her mouth was no longer than dry – no, she was almost salivating at the thought of doing this again. Her cheeks warmed and her heart picked up, trotting in her chest as she took a step closer.

"Just a kiss," Elsa echoed, though her voice had suddenly lost its power.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Anna leaned forward. Elsa wasn't much taller than her – wasn't much taller than she had been in '85 – but still Anna missed. Her lips found Elsa's chin, and Elsa let out a snort of what could have been laughter.

Anna didn't correct herself upward, however. Contrarily, she moved away from Elsa's lips, grazing hers down to lave at her mother's throat.

"Anna…" Elsa tried. It was meant to be a warning, but instead it came out hoarse and throaty. A small noise slipped from Anna as she wrapped her hands more solidly around Elsa's waist. It was more of a hug now, and it had the side effect – intended or not – of bringing them even closer together.

Eyes sliding shut, Anna merely enjoyed the taste of her mother's skin. She felt gentle fingers tangling in her hair, and was prepared for when Elsa tugged her away. Even if it was a gentle distancing.

"This isn't quite what we agreed to," she sighed nervously. But she could see her mother was uncertain. Guilty. There had to be a way she could remove that guilt. What would make this woman she adored more comfortable with her how much she adored her?

"Elsa… you can call me 'Tori' tonight if you want," she murmured. "If that makes it easier. I could even dress up in 80s clothes or something? Like… since the whole problem is me being your daughter, I could be her instead."

At that, Elsa let out a soft laugh. "I didn't know we were doing an all-night affair. But… well…"

"Well?" Anna asked after a few seconds passed and her mother didn't finish the thought.

"I did ask Kristoff to get a hotel room. Give us space enough to figure things out." Anna drew back to see Elsa looking ashamed, but also smiling very slightly. "Not that this was what I had in mind. Just wanted to be prepared for any… eventuality."

For a few seconds, Anna had to suppress the tingles burbling up through her body. From very specific places. Elsa had planned for them to sleep together. Not as an intention, but a precaution – though that was still more than she had hoped lips pushed into Elsa's neck again, hearing a sigh. Then she whispered, "What if I just keep kissing? All over?"

"An- Tori," she corrected, and Anna smiled against her neck.

"You don't have to do anything back. I'm good. But… I want to try this out. See how far I can get before you need me to stop. Or before I need to stop."

"Let's just stick to kissing above the waist." When Anna pulled back to grin at her, head starting to duck downward, she hastily added, "Above the shoulders! Jesus Christ, how did I raise such an opportunist?"

"You didn't; the other Anna probably wasn't as bad as me. And she also wasn't as hot for you as me…" Knowing she was pushing her luck, she leaned up to whisper into Elsa's ear, "And I'm pretty hot for you right now."

Elsa let out a sharp breath that was probably covering something else. "Anna…" she tried one last time. This one felt breathier and needier than before, and Anna could feel the warmth pooling just below her navel.

"I just want you," Anna said softly. "To touch you… in whatever way you let me." Her hips rolled very slightly against Elsa's – not enough for any real friction, but certainly enough to give truth to her words. Elsa gave out another shuddering breath. "But for now, a kiss will do…"

And she did just that, sealing their lips together once more. Elsa sank down into it as if it were a warm bath, perhaps grateful that she no longer had to speak. It didn't really matter.

Slowly, Anna began to back away, leading them back to the couch. It seemed safer than heading for one of the bedrooms. It took Elsa a moment to realise what she was doing, but when she finally caught on she wasted no time in guiding Anna. Despite what she had said, she seemed to be a little less willing to stop now.

But finally they were seated, a strange parody of that moment in Doc's car. Anna had little doubt that she wanted to try paying her mother back for what she had done there, either. Hopefully Elsa felt the same.

Anna slipped her tongue between Elsa's lips, and she only groaned and accepted it with her own, leaning back until she was lying on the couch with Anna over her. Her arms never tightened around Anna, and she never gripped her shoulders; only laid her hands gently on her biceps. Seemed she was deadly serious about not making any 'moves', after all.

When they broke apart again, Anna's hips still grinding, Elsa warned her breathlessly, "This is… more than a kiss."

"Yeah. But hey… tonight is our night, huh? Like, the last one to be Tori and Elsa."

"It is. Even though we aren't going as far as you think we're going," she told her, resolve returning as she pointed a finger up at her.

"Right, I get it. So…" Biting her lip, she got up from the couch, leaving Elsa briefly confused. "Let's do it. Let's dress up."

What an adorable blush crept into the middle-aged woman's features. "Oh, you… were serious about that?"

Dancing backward a little, she said, "Remember that outfit I made you buy? The one that you said you wouldn't wear out of the house, short-shorts and crop top? You can put that on, and I'll find some stuff in my closet that makes me look really… different. Really Tori for you. And I'll change my hair, and wear the shoes from the dance!"

"Oooh," Elsa sighed at the mention of the shoes. Apparently, that was such a strong tie to the memory of going down on Anna that it instantly heated her up. Then she cleared her throat. "Well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to simply look the parts. Might help create necessary boundaries."

She knew what her mother really meant; it would help assuage her guilt if they were recreating the past, instead of forging a new, sinful future. Clapping her hands, she started to head for the hallway. "You just wait! This is gonna be amazing!"

"I hope you're right," Elsa chuckled as she started to follow her. They were both going the same way, after all. "But I just wanted to reiterate..."

Hesitation. So she prompted, "What?"

"No matter what happens… I'm always going to love you. That was never in danger at any point, Anna."

"I know. Don't worry, we got this. Promise-promise."

"Now, that sounds familiar..."

Anna had no way of knowing what Elsa meant; she hadn't said it yet, after all. But she was all smiles as she retreated to her room with glee, only sparing Elsa one last glance over her shoulder to see her mother was standing in the doorway to her own room with a bemused smile on her blushing features.

Still so beautiful.

To Be Continued…

#Fractal The Future #elsanna fanfiction #Back to the Future #forkanna writes #fruipit #elsanna #jess the writer

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I Trust You.

Marko (The Lost Boys) x Chiraptophobic!reader

Warnings: very vague mention of abuse, but they do not apply to the reader necessarily.

Context: The reader suffers from chiraptophobia (the fear of physical human contact/touch) and has somehow found themself in a friendship with Marko, who has somehow managed to understand how to not constantly need to touch his friend to show affection, until they take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

A/N: This was interesting to write, so j hope it's turned out alright. I guess I took a little inspiration from Death Stranding's Sam, but I thought it would be fun to do which it was. I hope it's enjoyable!😊💛

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It took Marko weeks to finally figure out why I always shied away from his advances, why I'd stared uncomfortably at his offered hand until he withdrew it when he'd tried to shake mine in greeting, why I always wore gloves even in the suffocatingly hot summer air (despite him doing the same), and why I wouldn't go near people I don't know personally, often doing my hardest to steer clear of others in general. Rather than ask, he tried to work it out for himself, observing my behaviour and mannerisms for hours on end, though he still couldn't get what was up with my actions. He'd had to ask for some help from the others, though only David and Dwayne could offer any plausible reasons as to why: maybe I'd been abused in my past and was now averse to unfamiliar human contact, or maybe I was a germophobe. When the young vampire had asked me about both, I'd quickly denied them, thinking that it is unlikely he'd understand the real reason for my odd behaviour. It was only when he saw another person try to shake my hand that he finally noticed the emotion passing through my eyes at the prospect, at which point it all clicked into place. I was afraid of the contact.

Explaining to him what chiraptophobia is was surprisingly easy, though he was a little disappointed by this fact, being a very touch-driven person when around others, even when not in a relationship, though he did manage to take it in his stride, taking time to inform the boys of this as well, in case one of them accidentally made me uncomfortable. He'd nearly ripped Paul's head off when the taller vampire tried to wrap his arm around my shoulders, only letting up when I told him it was alright, that there was no harm done, despite how uneasy I felt afterwards. Since then, Marko has become almost like a bodyguard for me, making sure no one ever comes into my personal space, all while keeping his distance, too, respecting my limits.

We became fast friends, so much so that he eventually told me his secret, revealing his true self to me on one of the nights we chose to hang out together, alone, on the beach, a night I'd never forget. Naturally, I'd been shaken by this revelation, but soon grew used to the idea, knowing that my friend would never hurt me, not intentionally. After a few months, I finally felt comfortable enough to let him touch my gloved hand, though it still made me feel a little uneasy, the sensation of another person's fingers on mine unfamiliar and disturbing to me, but it made the vampire unbelievably happy, a bright smile plastering itself across his face for the rest of the night. He tells me he had to fight off the urge to hug me, for which I'm very grateful - touching a covered hand is very different to being enveloped in an embrace. Since then, he's taken any chance he can get to hold or touch my hand, always beaming like a beacon when he does so, my discomfort in the contact fading a little over time, though I'd soon found that it was only with the curly haired blonde that my body reacted like this, having asked Dwayne to try at some point, to see if it improved overall. Having come up negative in this test, I gave contact one last try with David, who never seems to take off his gloves, only to find that his touch made me uneasy as much as Dwayne's had, despite the two layers of cloth between our respective fingertips. The memory still sets me on edge, though I am well aware it has nothing to do with either David or Dwayne, rather my own mentality.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel a hand slip into mine, though I quickly recognise the young vampire stepping in beside me, my stance relaxing again when my body realises whose touch it is, though my arm still remains a little tense, out of habit. Reassuringly, Marko swipes a thumb over the back of my glove, glad that I haven't rejected the contact yet, meaning I'm doing better than normal.

"Hey Stranger." He greets, grinning widely at me.

"Hey Blondie." I reply, smiling back at him in return, before casting a quick glance around for the others, "What'd you do with the other three?"

"They're around. Not sure where." The young vampire shrugs, dismissing the question quickly, "How was your day?"

"Not too bad. I didn't get much work done though, I was too preoccupied."

"Preoccupied? With what?" Marko inquires, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion, though his lips are still quirked up into an amused curve.

"That's for me to know, and for you to figure out." I chuckle, tapping the side of my nose secretively.

"Challenge accepted." He smirks, eyes lighting up at the prospect.

I smile at him as we walk, knowing he'll figure it out eventually, the answer being a little closer to home than he thinks.

"Anyway, how'd you sleep?" I question him, eyeing the Ferris wheel off to the side of the Boardwalk.

"Better than usual, actually."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Paul didn't snore so much for once, and David wasn't muttering in his sleep either, so it was pretty quiet, altogether." He explains, smiling when I laugh at the mention of David.

"Wait, David talks in his sleep?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone! And especially don't tell him that I told you, or I'll have my ass kicked to the moon and back." Marko grins, biting his thumb as if nervous, though I'm aware that this is one of his signature mannerisms.

"That's a lot of ass-kicking. Probably quite impressive to watch. " I muse, noticing his arm lift slightly, as if to give me a playful slap on the arm, as he normally would've done with someone else, only to briefly squeeze my hand instead, shaking his head in mock exasperation. I grin at him, before turning my gaze back towards the Ferris wheel, admiring the glittering lights in the black night sky, wondering what the view is like up there.

"Wanna take a ride?" Marko interrupts my thoughts, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Huh?" I blurt out, not having heard his question, quickly snapping my eyes back to his.

"Do you wanna go on the wheel with me?" He repeats, gesturing with a nod of the head to the great circular structure a little way away.

"I would love to, but I don't have any money on me tonight. I forgot my change." I say, somewhat remorsefully, using my free hand to pat my pockets to check for any loose coins, though I'm well aware I have none, having spent it all on food earlier in the evening.

"Who said anything about you paying? Come on, it'll be fun!" The blonde vampire promises, pulling me into the crowd, which parts around us thanks to his reputation (and choice of company), meaning no one comes into touching distance. At one point, my arm brushes past some surfer's bare bicep, which sends uncomfortable shivers and goosebumps through my body, the bitter, irrational fear that comes with it soon biting at the back of my mind, my pulse picking up slightly in response, my muscles turning rigid under my clothes. Marko notices this, briefly stopping to make sure I'm ok, before turning to memorize the surfer's face, most likely intending to take it up with him later, before we continue on, swiftly reaching the shortening queue for the Ferris wheel. Beside me, Marko fidgets and shifts in place, clearly eager to get on the rotating structure, his thumb between his teeth as usual, doe eyes focused on the ticket booth.

"Calm down, Blondie. The wheel isn't going anywhere." I laugh, watching the people around us as they amble to and fro, inching out of the way as a group of made-up girls push past, wincing as I brush against Marko, only to feel surprised when I don't feel the usual discomfort rising up in me from the contact, setting a train of thought into motion. I barely notice as the queue diminishes, only really returning to the present when we reach the booth, at which point Marko buys two tickets and leads me into one of the seats. An attendant comes over to help us secure ourselves, but Marko quickly stares him down, doing the job himself with efficiency.

Not too long after, we've reached a decent way off from the ground, our feet swinging gently in the air as we watch the Boardwalk from above, grinning and joking with each other as we take it in turns pointing out random individuals, making comments about them until the other laughs. At one point, the young vampire manages to spot David, Dwayne and Paul, making some sort of remark about how the leader's hair "looks like a pineapple from the top", before comparing the latter's to a mop. I do my best to hold back my laughter, but it only results in me nearly choking as he starts pointing out more and more likenesses between his friends and everyday objects, tears threatening to spill as I struggle to contain myself. It is only in this moment, that I realise one thing, but it takes me a couple more minutes to act on the thought that has sprung to mind.

Slowly, I pull off my left glove, teasing each finger out of their designated space with a deliberate hesitation, wriggling them a bit once I've exposed them to the air, enjoying the sensation of the light breeze around my heated digits. Marko makes a point of ignoring this, turning his gaze up to the star-strewn sky instead, only to snap his eyes back to mine when he feels a single finger touch the skin of his hand. Gingerly, I trace it over his knuckle, expecting to feel a rush of discomfort, my movements careful and calculated, knowing this is the first time in years that I've had deliberate contact with another person's skin. From my fingertip, it feels as if an electric shock has travelled through me, butterflies suddenly appearing in my stomach. Biting my lip when nothing bad happens, I continue this movement with the rest of my fingers, cautiously slipping my hand into his, enjoying the feeling of his icy cold palm against my warmed one, my eyes finding his shocked ones as our fingers intertwine. In them, I find a tonne of questioning, though he makes no move to actually ask, instead remaining quiet, carefully tightening his grip around my hand as he tries his best to feel as much of my soft skin as he can, the calluses from the handlebars of his bike rubbing slightly.

"What does this mean?" He eventually queries, elated that he can finally hold my hand without a glove being in the way.

"It means that I trust you. I've had no reaction to your contact, and I think it's because I enjoy being with you, and also because you've increased my confidence levels a lot since we first met. I've been trying to figure out why I'm ok with you touching me and no one else all day, which is why I was too preoccupied to work, but I finally worked it out." I inform him, telling him part of the truth - in reality, my trust goes a lot further than wanting a platonic friendship.

Marko is quiet for a moment, as if not quite understanding what I've told him.

"You trust me?" His voice is laced with disbelief, eyes fixing on mine again.

"I do."

Eyes widening again, he smiles, his other hand coming up, as if to try and wrap me in a hug, but the awkward positioning of the barrier, as well as the reminder of my usual discomfort, stop him in his tracks, his hand tightening around mine instead .

"I'm really glad you feel that way, (Y/n). Not many people do." He chuckles, referring to the naturally predatory air he gives off, being a vampire and all, still surprised that I let him touch me.

"I feel safe around you because I know you're my friend, but not many people can have the same claim." I point out, watching the view a little, enjoying the sight of the many glittering lights sprawled out before me, admiring the tiny orange specks of fires on the beach, as well as the rapidly moving headlights of a train passing through the outskirts of Santa Carla, most likely heading out towards the Bridge.

"Fair point." Marko agrees, still staring at our joined hands, which he continues to do until we reach the bottom of the wheel again, at which point he has to let go in order to remove the barrier from our laps. As soon as we're back on the Boardwalk, however, I slip my hand back into his, a small feeling of warmth welling up in me as I see the bright smile splitting his face, clearly happy that I've willingly made contact with him again.

A whistle behind us draws our attention, the sound belonging to a grinning Paul, who approaches us, along with David and Dwayne, who are both smiling at the sight of us, the latter more so than the former, though both seem glad to see their friend happy. As they come closer, I make eye contact with Dwayne, who lifts an eyebrow in questioning, a smirk making its way onto his face when I silently give him a nod, knowing he understands what it means.

I've fallen hard for the blonde vampire who's helped me get over my fear.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#alex winter

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