#it's fluff with a hint of smut but not till later

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Nov 14th

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1. Hello, I am looking for a fic that I think is wangxian. It was based on the ballad The Highwayman, and it ends tragically. It should be a complete work. Thank you!

Found by asker as a Star Wars fic -

Nov 14 #1 requester, I think I’ve found it but it’s a Star Wars fic. If a wangxian version exists, I’m happy to have it, but I think it’s solved. Always fun separating out the fic memories from a fandom obsession transition period…

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2. I hope you can help me find this one. It was a Twitter threadfic. In that LWJ proposed to WWX but WWX said no because he didn’t believe in marriage. They go to a wedding and the groom gets cold feet but LWJ helps him. Seeing that made WWX want to marry him but by then it was LWJ who changed his mind and WWX was heartbroken .

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3. There was this fix where wwx was a funeral arranger? Or something like that and lwj and wwx established relationship but then madame yu and her husband died and it focused on like grieving and stuff, there was also yanli and jiang Cheng and showed like the sibling bond I can’t find it I been trying for ages now

FOUND? grave goods by luckymarrow (E, 28k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Modern AU, mortician!wwx, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Marriage Proposal, abrupt tonal shifts, Tragicomedy, Comedy, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Adoption, Implied/Referenced Abuse, for lan parents, it’s not described and is all backstory, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Married WangXian, brief daddy kink, the barest hint of consensual non-consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, BDSM)

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4. Hello! I'm looking for a couple of fics I lost sight of a long while ago!

A) The first one took place during the Cloud Recesses Arc: all the swords are stolen at night by 'Wei Wuxian' who is later found badly injured in the forest. He had been attacked by the future Wei Wuxian/ Yiling Laozu.

B) The Second One took place after the Siege, and I'm pretty sure the spirits of the Wen Remnants attacked others? I don't remember much about it, I'm sorry.

Thank you in advance and I appreciate your service a lot

4A)

FOUND? For the Dust and the Dirt by Nyxelestia (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Cloud recesses study Arc, It gets worse before it gets better, WWX Whump, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending)

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5. Ok hi sorry can’t remember much but school in tilling WWX is teacher there LWY moves there to teach also become friends a misunderstanding make WWX not speaking to LWY after LWY follows a Yao and finds WWX fighting it on a rooftop they defeated the Yao and LWY asks WWX “you’re wearing crocks?” WWX is that what you are going with …, or something like that

As always THANK YOU for all that you do for us 😁 @bkpmystinen

FOUND? An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell (M, 68k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, Misunderstandings, BAMF WWX, BAMF Wen Popo, WWX cultivates resentful energy but keeps his golden core, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Presumed Enemies to Lovers, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, Time Skips, Dual Cultivation - Not the Sexy Kind but ALSO the sexy kind, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Horny wound tending) I'm not sure about the crocs bit, but WWX and LWJ definitely end up fighting yao on the roof of the school.

FOUND? Roadside Attractions by Bodldops (T, 10k, WangXian, Teacher WWX, Teacher LWJ, The power of organized aunties)

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6. Heyy! I'm looking for two fics:

A) Omegaverse, modern au, wei ying is an omega and jc is an alpha and wy lives w the jiangs and i think there's this sort of expectation that he's gonna marry jc or atleast that's what jc wants, but wy gets pregnant by lwj and moves out after a fight then yeras later lsz and jl go on a date and that's how wy and jc meet again, cos jc's there when wy goes to dinner to meet jl's parents and uncle and turns out its the jiangs obviously, and basically jc's really stalkery and jealous after that but lz protects him.

B) modern au, omegaverse, lxc goes to pick up lwj from school and finds out a kid jc is his mate. he's disgusted and goes away for a while. when he comes back jc is older now. i don't remeber much but wy and lz are the side couple and wy is a beta as far as i can remeber, and there's a scene where jc wakes up in the hospital and wy and lz are kisisng and jc's kinds like fucking finally yk but yea!

Thank you! Love you guys!!

@body-inabyss-heart-inparadise

6A)

I recognise the fic though I can't remember the name. The author deleted all their works from AO3 a few months ago, if I recall correctly. I know it's also been on other fic finders.

FOUND? 6a is Meant To Be (But Not That Way), dm me ~dripping-moonlight

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7. Hello,

Ficfinder request.

Modern but with magic or cultivation. LWJ is a magical creature(?) hunter working for some kind of agency to protect humans.

The rest of the sects(from my memory) are families of magic creatures(?) but WWX has some kind of ‘half-breed’ status so when he goes through the magic/darkness detectors at LWJs work he doesn’t set them off.

Much of the fic is from LWJs pov but there is a great chapter from WWXs pov when he fully lets his powers out and we get badass WWX.

I feel like it was mdzs+ some anime but i don’t know which anime. 🥺 @empiresprince

FOUND? our reflections as seen (when the water stills) by chatonnerie (E, 121k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern, Tokyo Ghoul Fusion, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, This is a ghoul au, but everyone is also in university, so dumb energy is peak, Gore, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Biting, our reflections as seen (when the water stills) [PODFIC] by Opalsong) OHHH 7 IS THE TOKYO GHOUL AU IT’S SO GREAT AND ALSO THERE’S A PODFIC WHICH IS ALSO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING (I was too excited sorry for a million replies, but) It’s so good that there’s absolutely no tokyo ghoul knowledge needed, reads like a fun creature!modern!au kinda this way, has been one of my comfort listens for several years now

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8. Hello, I am looking for a fic, where Wei Wuxian runs away from Lotus Pier, right after he was brought there and Jiang Cheng kicked him out and threatened with dogs (when they were children). I think that Wei found his father? Not sure, but I have a feeling that this fic was found here and I forgot to save it. Thank you in advance.

FOUND? 🔒 the world wags on by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, WCZ & WWX, WCZ & LQR, WCZ/LQR, canon divergence, pre-canon, not everyone dies au, not Jiang friendly, past child abuse, canon Jiang family relationships, parent-child relationship, not YZY friendly, pre-relationship) has elements of the world wags on but it isn't a perfect fit.

FOUND? In Another Life by SingingInTheRaiin (M, 21k, wangxian, time travel)

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9. Hi, I’m looking for a fic where after wwx is found during the sunshot campaign Jiang Cheng pretends his demonic cultivation is just the Jiang clan’s secret technique and uses that to keep the other sects off their back. I’m pretty sure it was from jc’s pov, and compared wwx, jc, and jyl to different bodies of water at the start of it (though I could be wrong about that part)? Thank you for the help

FOUND? Three kinds by apathyinreverie (T, 7k, wangxian, JC & WWX, canon divergence, protective JC, twin prides of yunmeng dynamics, soft WWX, smitten LWJ, worldbuilding, fix-it, golden core reveal, fluff, siblings) 

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10. Hello! I'm looking for a wangxian reality TV fic. It's a dating show and lwj is a participant while wwx is his camera man. They try to keep their relationship a secret but by the end the crew discovers them and has wwx brought in as lwjs partner. I think lwj proposes to wwx at the end and that Mo xuanyu was involved as the participant who stayed the longest

FOUND? After the Final Rose by azurewaxwing (E, 55k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, secret relationship, fluff & angst, happy ending, bachelor LWJ, cameraman WWX, smut)

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11. Hello! I'm so sorry to bother you but I've tried doing all my own searches and just can't find it. There's a fic series where Madame Yu cut off Wei Wuxian's hand before the fall of lotus pier and the Wen siblings took him in to help him recover. He ended up leaving the Jiang sect and starting his own and he and Wen Qing became amazing at making spiritual prosthetics. I know it's a series and I know I loved it but I can't find it anywhere! Thank you for your help! @queerlyloud

FOUND? 🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & JYL & WWX, JYL & LWJ, WWX & WN & WQ, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX’s Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

FOUND? 💖 from the other side of sorrow by Sour_Idealist (E, 127k, JC & WWX, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, JYL & WQ, WangXian, WWX & JYL, JYL/NHS, LXC/JGY, JGY & NMJ, JGY & WQ, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Fix-It, Golden Core Transfer, canon-typical family dysfunction, Torture, secondary character death, Canonical Character Death, Comfort Sex, Femdom, Choking, Cock Slapping, Cunnilingus, Series Context Provided, Under-negotiated Kink, Mentions of canon-typical violence, Clan Leader JYL, Sunshot Campaign, JYL POV, spiritual weapons, Sect Leader WQ, Biased Narrator, Slow Burn, sect politics, Trauma, D/s elements, Reconciliation Sex, Reconciliation)

FOUND? 🔒💖  in payment, a hand series by justdoityoufucker (M, 10k, wangxian, not jiang friendly, amputation, injury recovery, self reflection, abusive YZY, families of choice)

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12. Hello! I started reading a Tangled x MDZS fic which I remember being pretty long. It was with lwj as Rapunzel and wwx as Flynn Rider. I started reading it but then decided I don't want to and now I regret it 😭. The part that I read was exactly like the start of the movie, with wwx complaining about how his wanted poster looked and all that jazz.

FOUND! we sit in the sunset glow by moonsteps (T, 36k, WangXian, Tangled AU, Fairy Tale Elements, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Curses, Sharing a Bed, Minor Violence, Traveling, Falling In Love) for the tangled AU, it sounds like it could be it starts just like the movie with Wei ying complaining to lil apple abt how he looks in his wanted poster😂

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13. Hey buddy, Hope you are doing well!

I'm searching for a fic. The only thing I remember is just a scene. The cloud recesses is hosting lectures and and guest disciples from all sects are visiting. I think it is after the war with the wens. It's a cannon divergence I think. The scene I'm referring to is, two of the disciples are from Su She's (Su Minshan, I think the full name is) and the sect heir is just a kid below 10. At some point others makes fun of him and his sister when they present gifts at the beginning of the lectures and LWJ kinda defends them, I think....

That's all I remember. Thanks in advance! @grrumpywoof

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14. Hello , I am looking for a fic where Jang Cheng dies instead of Jang Yanli at nightless city. Then she moves back to Lotus Pier and becomes sect leader, and lan wangji ends up living there too. Also, wei wuxian is brought back to life earlier, and by xue yang. lan wangjis back takes longer to heal.

Thank you!

FOUND? picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, JYL & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

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15. I'm in search of two time travel fics: A) WWX has traveled back to CR. LXC hears him playing dizi (wangxian among others) and recognizes it as something LWJ composed (possibly same fic, though I may be conflating details, he realizes in lessons WWX is pretending to be less skilled at the dizi than he actually is). B) LWJ travels back in time from right after the 30 lashes and ends up in the burial mounds early w/the wens, still seriously injured and bleeding through his robes. Thank you guys! @moku-youbi

15B)

FOUND! The Cottage Amongst the Gentians by Enigmatree (T, 5k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Time Travel, LWJ and WWX time travel from post nightless city to before jin ling's celebration, or, I give WWX back to 13-years-grief LWJ like he deserves, Hurt/Comfort, Feat. LXC being a good brother who'd love to know what the fuck is happening, WWX goes to Gusu with LWJ after time travel; the fic, Domesticity) maybe?

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16. Hi I'm looking for a arranged marriage fic where lwj and wwx both are in love with each other but the marriage is arranged by their families. On the wedding day wwx overheard a conversation between lwj and his best friend who also have initials of ww the best friend had found a letter addressed to ww written by lwj confessing his love and think lwj is in love with him and he is trying to convince lwj to not marry and give him a chance. Their married life is full of misunderstanding.

FOUND? A Marriage Story by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 38k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, married wangxian, but there are some complications, because it’s marriage, Sex is complicated, Angst and Pining, Pining while fucking, Mature elements, Mutual Pining, HEA, Arranged Marriage, Sort Of, Misunderstandings, of epic proportions, One True Pairing, Good Sibling JC, Good Parent YZY, Fluff and Angst, in that order, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Loves WWX, Angst and Hurt/Comfort)

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17. Hello! I would like to ask for help in finding a wangxian fic:

Modern with magic

I remember that Wei Ying got injured in Xuanwu cave together with Lan Zhan. In the Lan hospital he was denied help because he was fired (?) from the Lan org and later received a bill to pay for expenses.

He is saved by Wens.

Few years later Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen seek his help in some kind of case. Wei Ying says something along the lines of "I don't work with Lans".

Later Lan bros find out it was Su She's fault in how WY was treated.

I would really appreciate your help in finding it! ❤️‍🩹 @popugaj-ara

FOUND? 🔒 Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WQ & WWX & WN, Modern Cultivation, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, Trying REALLY hard to not still like your Ex, but failing, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Case Fic, LWJ’s canonically big dick, sort of a ‘thirsting for your co-worker ex’ vibe, it eventually gets worked out, Mutual Pining, Guest-starring LWJ’s canonically poor communication choices after romantic cave encounters, novel canon relationship dynamics, basically this fic is about escalating sexual tension)

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18. hi there thank you for finding fics for us

there is a fic where WWX is a teacher in Yilling and LWJ accepts a teaching job at the same school, they become friends and then a misunderstanding (not uncommon btwn them) WWX ignores LWJ LWJ follows a trail of a yao sees WWX fighting it on top of the school roof when landing he sees is WWX and then asks "Are you wearing crocs?" I think WWX tells him is a comfortable wear

please/thank you @mysticalyunique

FOUND? An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell (M, 68k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, Misunderstandings, BAMF WWX, BAMF Wen Popo, WWX cultivates resentful energy but keeps his golden core, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Presumed Enemies to Lovers, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, Time Skips, Dual Cultivation - Not the Sexy Kind but ALSO the sexy kind, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Horny wound tending) I'm not sure about the crocs bit, but WWX and LWJ definitely end up fighting yao on the roof of the school.

FOUND? Roadside Attractions by Bodldops (T, 10k, WangXian, Teacher WWX, Teacher LWJ, The power of organized aunties)

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19. hi this is for the fic finder! i remember the fic so well but i fear it may be deleted bc i just can’t find it in my bookmarks? so wwx after dropping off the face of the earth due to Wen Drama is a folk punk (?) musician along with wen ning and they live in a van, and jingyi is a huge fan, he drags sizhui to a show where they realize this guy might be lwj’s long lost best friend <3 call lwj over and they reunite, lsz is actually wwx’a bio child whom lwj adopted, they get to know each other etc

FOUND? your heart is a muscle by howodd5ever (E, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pacific Northwest, folk punk, Adoption, WWX is LSZ's Parent, as in bio parent, WQ is LSZ's bio mom, brief mention of past wwx/wq hook up, chosen family, ljy and lsz are best friends, wwx is a folk punk singer, wn is a folk punk singer, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, fan boy ljy, protective big brother lxc, Happy Ending, I promise)

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20. Hi! This is fic finder. A ghost WWX after the first burial moubd sige. His ghost is in YMJ. JWY makes WWX to teach. WWX trains JL. And then there are a conference in lanling where WWX goes too. Thats all i can remember. Thanks! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND! Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, Family Bonding, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Mutual Pining, Parental WWX, BAMF WWX, he is a beast and I love him so much, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Ghost Sex)

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Birthday*

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Summary: Joe gives you the best birthday you could ask for, showering you with unconditional love and tons of surprises.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Joe getting a BJ), Joe’s horny, you have pregnancy hormones.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into the Mystic

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April 1, 2024

“Baby, can you go get ready? I have a few surprises that we have to leave the house for. Nothing fancy.” - Joe

Today was my birthday, and Joe woke me up just an hour ago to show the breakfast display he’d made that was sitting on the coffee table in the seating area of our bedroom.

We ate in bed together and cuddled up until our bed was ambushed by Miles and Tyson. Joe asked them to go retrieve what they had made for me, which I’d later find out were cards. After going through their cards, Joe led the boys in a horrible yet adorable rendition of Happy Birthday.

Joe then took the boys out of our room to get them dressed and ready for the day. It also gave me some time to finish my omelet and smoothie.

Once I was done, I slipped one of Joe’s t-shirts over my usual sleep uniform lately - bra and panties - and walked downstairs to put the bouquet Joe got me in a vase.

It was shortly after that when Joe came bounding down the stairs to ask me to get ready.

“Like sweats? Or jeans and a top?” - you

“Jeans and a top. I'm wearing jeans and that flannel you got me.” - Joe

“Okay… do I get a hint as to where we are going?” - you

“Nope. It's a surprise.” - Joe winked

I rolled my eyes, but Joe chuckled and walked down the rest of the stairs till he was at arm's length away from me.

“You’ll love it. Trust me.” - Joe

“The last time you said that, you proposed to me.” - you smiled

“Might not be as good as that, but I promise you're going to be very happy with it.” - Joe

“I trust you.” - you

“Good. Now gimme a kiss and go get ready, Mama.” - Joe

Joe leaned down, and I met him halfway, giving him a quick kiss before I walked away from him and up the stairs.

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After getting dressed, I walked down the stairs to find an empty kitchen and living room.

“Joe? Baby?” - you

Met with silence, I walked over to the back sliding door to see Joe throwing a mini-football with Tyson and Miles.

Joe had on the outfit he described - a greyish checkered flannel with some blue jeans - paired with a backward hat and his black Cartier glasses. I mentally groaned at the visual of my husband; DILF energy and sex radiating off of him without him doing anything remotely sexual.

“Control yourself.” - you mumble to yourself

I had told Joe with my first pregnancy that I didn't want to do anything sexual while pregnant, and he respected it. There had been a few times where I hadn't been able to control myself, and Joe would use his mouth to ease my horniness. I can count on one hand the amount of times I had gotten Joe off while pregnant, he just found it selfish of him to ask.

Now, lately, both of us have been having a little trouble not pouncing on each other at the mere touch of our knees bumping against each other.

“That outfit isn't helping…” - you mumble

Taking a few deep breaths before I stepped out onto the porch, Joe immediately smiled when he saw me.

“Lookin’ gorgeous, baby.” - Joe

“Could say the same about you.” - you grinned

“Ty cmere. I need to put the ball up.” - Joe

Tyson ran up to Joe and handed him the small football. Joe scooped him up before walking toward the back porch steps.

Miles ran behind the two and through Joe’s legs to get to where I was before them.

“I won!” - Miles

“We weren't racing!” - Joe

I rolled my eyes with a laugh as they continued to argue, Joe placing his hand on the small of my back to guide me back into the house.

Once we were in the garage, Joe opened my door for me and got Tyson and Miles into their car seats.

After he buckled up, Joe reached into the center console and pulled his Bengals headband out.

“Okay before we leave… you have to put this over your eyes.” - Joe

“What?!” - you

“You’ll know where we’re going if you don't put it on. I even washed it for you.” - Joe

“Dang it, I would have loved to smell your sweat.” - you

I didn't miss how his eyes flashed dark, and Joe’s tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Are you being sarcastic?” - Joe

“Nope.” - you grinned

“You need to stop giving me dirty thoughts, baby.” - Joe whispered

The tension continuously rose till I took the headband from Joe’s outstretched hand and put it over my eyes.

Joe felt his dick twitch at the sight of me with his headband over my eye. His own eyes lingered over my body. The way my shirt clung to my chest, the way my jeans wrapped around my thighs, and the bump that he loved so dearly, and he put it there.

Fuck, Joe thought.

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It was just a few minutes later, we were on the road now.

“Joe…” - you

He could hear the breathlessness in my voice, and he was immediately worried.

“You okay?” - Joe

“Yeah… it's just kinda weird not being able to see. I know I'm safe, but I'm a little anxious.” - you

Joe reached over and laced his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand three times.

“We’re almost there. It'll be worth it, I promise, baby.” - Joe

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Joe controlled himself for the remainder of the drive, thinking about how excited his wife was bound to be when she saw the big surprise that he had been planning for a while.

I didn't think about the surprise too much, just thinking it'd be a little party at the facility or something with my fellow wags.

“We’re here, but don't take the headband off yet.” - Joe

“Yes, sir.” - you

I heard the car door open, signaling that Joe was getting out, and seconds later, the sounds of two buckles being unfastened.

Next, I heard my door open, and Joe placed a hand on my thigh to let me know he was there.

“I’m gonna help you out, okay? Just watch your step.” - Joe

He put his hands on either side of my waist and gently pulled me out of the seat and to my feet.

“Just a couple steps forward for me.” - Joe

I did as he asked, and soon, I felt Joe’s arms wrap around me from behind. His chest against my back.

“Take the headband off.” - Joe

Reaching up to take the headband off of my eyes, I was met with the view of a house that Joe and I toured weeks ago. We loved it, and I told Joe it was the house of my dreams, but just as Joe was going to make an offer, the house sold.

“What are we doing here?” - you laughed

“Remember how the house sold?” - Joe

“Yeah, that's why I'm confused.” - you

A few seconds of silence went by until Joe spoke up.

“I bought it.” - Joe

My whole body froze, and I felt my stomach drop.

“What?” - you

It was all I could choke out, and Joe laughed.

“It's ours, baby.” - Joe

“No, it's not. Are you kidding? If this is an April Fool's prank I'm gonna beat you.” - you

“It’s not a prank. We are set to move in in exactly two weeks.” - Joe

“No way!” - you

“Yes, way, I couldn't pass up what my favorite girl called her dream house.” - Joe

I turned around in Joe’s arms and hugged him tight, borderline jumping up and down before he let go of me.

“Come on!” - you grabbed his hand

All four of us ran up to the house, Joe instinctively slowing his pace for me and the twins.

When we got to the door, Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out the key.

We had been living in the house Joe bought when he was drafted to Cincinnati, and with our growing family, Joe knew it was time to put his big boy pants on and make his first big purchase with his contract extension. One that he knew would make me, the love of his life, over the moon happy.

“It’s more amazing than I remember.” - you

“You like it?” - Joe grinned

“I love it, and I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned

Joe was whisked away by the twins just shortly after that, both of them pulling on his jeans and asking to see their room. He told me I could explore while he went upstairs and showed them.

I went through my favorite parts of the house downstairs before finding my way upstairs. I passed by what Joe and I had said would be the baby’s nursery during the tour. I couldn't help but rub my bump as I looked around the room.

We had the nursery pretty much finished in the house we were living in now, so moving everything wouldn't be ideal, but I knew it would be worth it. She’ll have a bathroom to herself here, which would make Joe and I’s lives easier in the end.

“I know it's not going to be easy moving her nursery here, but I like the setup of the room here more than the current one.” - Joe

I didn't even turn around to look at him, still admiring the room. Smiling at the mere sound of his voice.

“I was just thinking that.” - you laughed

“We’re good at that, you know? Always thinkin’ the same thing.” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you

Joe walked over to me, and I turned around as he pulled me against his chest.

“What am I thinking right now?” - you

I looked up into his eyes, my chin resting on one of his pecs. Joe’s eyes flicked from one of my eyes to the other, almost as if he was trying to read my mind. A cheeky smile found its way onto his face, and I mentally prepared myself for what he was going to say.

“You’re picturing me naked.” - Joe grinned

“No, I'm not!” - you laughed

“Damn, what were you thinking then?” - Joe

“I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you and have this life.” - you smile

“I’m the lucky one. All of this is just my way of repaying you.” - Joe

“Repaying me for what?” - you laughed

Joe playfully rolled his eyes, knowing I knew the answer to my question.

“For everything. I wouldn’t have the resources to buy a house like this if it weren't for you never giving up on me.” - Joe

“Having you is enough repayment.” - you

“So you don't want the house?” - Joe

“What?!” - you

“I’m kidding.” - Joe laughed

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile from forming on my face when Joe repeatedly kissed my forehead and cheek.

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“They asleep?” - you

“Yup.” - Joe

Joe had just walked into our bedroom from putting the boys asleep. He shut the door behind him and quickly stripped his pants and shirt off before climbing into bed next to me.

“You excited to move?” - Joe grinned

“So excited!” - you

“Good- god it's fuckin’ hot in here.” - Joe

“That’s probably me. I feel like my body is, at least, two hundred degrees.” - you

Joe pulled the covers off of him and sprawled his long, big body out. A flash of desire coursed through my body as I looked over his muscular, trained body, only covered in his boxers.

He put his hands behind his head, causing a few prominent veins to pop out in his arms. My mind trailed off to the thought of another veiny part of his body, one farther south.

“Hey, Joey?” - you

“Yup?” - Joe

“Can you do something for me?” - you

“Of course.” - Joe

I leaned in close and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, laying my hand on one of his thick thighs.

“Take your boxers off for me.” - you

Joe’s eyes snapped open and his adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped.

“Wh- what?” - Joe

Moving my hand closer to his crotch, Joe gasped when I squeezed him through his thin boxers.

“Oh.” - Joe groaned

His big hands immediately left their spot behind his head and reached down to shove his undies down to mid-thigh.

I immediately wrapped my hand around him, though he wasn't hard yet. As I stroked his length, Joe groaned, and I felt him harden and grow in my hand.

“Fuck, baby.” - Joe

“Feel good?” - you

“You know it- does.” - Joe grunted

Seconds later, Joe was now fully erect and ready for action.

I leaned down, and just as Joe thought I was going to take his length into my mouth, I went straight for his balls.

“Shit!” - Joe moaned

He moaned continuously as I sucked and licked him into oblivion, gently stroking his length with my hand.

“Baby, you're gonna make me cum.” - Joe

Removing my hand from his cock, I traced my tongue from his balls, up his length, and swirled it around his tip before taking him deep.

“Mama… god, y/n!” - Joe

He couldn't control his loud outbursts as I continued to work him over, bobbing my head up and down as tears filled my eyes.

“That feels so good.” - Joe groaned

Doubling my efforts, I tried my hardest to give Joe the best, sloppiest head to pay him back for everything he'd done today.

“Good girl, you're making me feel so good.” - Joe

Not much longer after that, Joe had to focus very hard to ask me a serious question.

“Can you… are you uh- fuck… allowed to swallow?” - Joe

I gave him a thumbs-up, and Joe’s head immediately fell back.

“I’m cumming!” - Joe

Feeling him shoot his load into my throat, I lapped up every last drop.

After pulling off of him with an audible pop, I moved over and lay on my side, watching his heaving chest as he recovered from his orgasm.

Joe didn't know he needed to release that bad until it happened.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Yeah- shit, that was amazing.” - Joe

“Good, I'm glad. Anything you want me to do, like get a washcloth or something?” - Joe

“Just keep laying on your side like that.” - Joe

“Why?” - you

He rolled over fast, somehow spreading my legs and ending up with his hand squeezing my inner thigh in a matter of seconds.

“Because it's your turn.” - Joe growled

“You don't have to…” - your voice trailed off when the look on his face registered in your mind

“Consider it my final birthday wish of the day, okay Mama?” - Joe

And with that, he pressed his lips to mine. Happy Birthday to me.

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[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter four

summary: you and luca go to the ballet, bringing up a very important question: is this, and could it be, a date?

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this chapter is all about things left unsaid, the pining TM and yearning TM. shoutout to @arctvrvs who recommended onegin, as the ballet they go to see. thank you again for all the shares, reblogs, comments! let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

part three | masterlist | part five

You: I have your book. Devoured it over the weekend. 

Luca: Glad you liked it. 

You did like it?

You: No, I clearly hate-read it one weekend. 

I’m kidding. 

Of course I liked it!

Luca: You’re hilarious 🙄

You: I can return it to you later today. 

If you have a free minute. 

Luca: For you? Always. 

Come by the restaurant?

You: Done. See you later.

Text exchanges like this have become more and more regular between you and Luca and it makes you question why you’d ever been so hesitant to tell him about your ex husband in the first place. You know part of the answer: you’d been afraid – afraid of what he’d say, afraid it’d be too much for him, afraid it’d scare him away – and yet, your admission seems to have only brought you closer. 

Which is a fact that makes you feel incredibly seen and also scares the shit out of you. 

But, with Luca’s copy of A Work In Progress: A Journal tucked underneath your arm, you decide you’ll conquer one mountain at a time as you come in through the doors of the closed restaurant.

“Oi!” one of Luca’s pastry chefs, a burlier man with deep brown eyes and a beard that only facial hair enthusiasts could dream of hollers, in an attempt to grab Luca’s attention when you enter the pastry room. The man follows up his exclamation with something muttered in Danish – something that almost sounds like a cat call directed towards the head pastry chef. 

Hey, loverboy. Come get your girlfriend.

You and Luca lock eyes from across the room, and you watch as his face simultaneously lights up as he sees you, while glowering in his coworkers direction. Luca shouts a ‘shut it, mate’ in return before approaching you, 

“Did he just-?” you ask him, with a small laugh. 

“Call you my girlfriend? Yes,” Luca admits, a blush running across his cheeks as he looks down, embarrassedly. 

Brown-eyed-bearded-burly-chef exchanges glances with another chef, focused on weighing dough on a food scale, before asking you with an intrigued hint in his voice:

“You speak Danish?” 

“Barely,” you answer, an apologetic half smile on your face.

He exchanges a knowing look with the other pastry chef in response, then snickers, because he really is only trying to be a good wingman here. 

“I don’t know what the hold up is… but I see it,” he says in English this time, his Danish accent thick as he wags his finger towards the both of you, earning another glare from Luca. 

“Okay, let’s step outside,” Luca hurries, ushering you out of the kitchen and into the empty dining room with a hand on your upper back. 

Your laugh echoes in the barren dining room, since pastry prep starts so damn early in the morning, and the physical restaurant doesn’t open for service till evening. 

“Again, I’m terribly sorry about him,” Luca apologizes, a little more flustered than you expected him to be.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him with a warm smile. “If anything, you at least now know you’ve got a great wingman when you need one.”

You watch a brief flash of, well you’re not sure what, flash across Luca’s face as he wonders if that’s what you’re hoping for. Instead of overthinking it, wondering why you’d want his coworker to act as his wingman in the first place, he pushes it to the back of his mind, moving forward with what he’d planned on bringing up with you anyways. 

“Your book, sir,” you say, handing Luca his copy of the book. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” he grins.

“Yeah, thanks for lending it to me. Took me a few weekends to carve out the time but… once I started, I couldn’t put it down,” you inform him, gushing over the borrowed book.

“I have something for you,” Luca states, as he pulls out a white envelope from one of his apron pockets. “In return.”

“Awww. Don’t tell me you went through all this trouble to get me a bookmark and when I’ve already finished it,” you banter with him, playfully. 

“They’re not bookmarks,” he smirks, as he looks at you with those electrifyingly blue eyes. 

“Ah, tell me more,” you encourage him, curiously. 

“They’re tickets,” he answers, handing you the envelope. 

“Oh.”

Before you can wonder whether Luca went out of his way to purchase you tickets to the ballet, he continues with his explanation. 

“Yeah we’ve got this regular diner. Always entertaining, bringing in investors, board members, the likes... Turns out he’s the Artistic Director of The Royal Danish Ballet. Hooks us up with tickets all the time,” Luca says. 

“Couldn’t make it opening night so but what do you say… to a performance of Onegin Thursday night?” he continues.  “That is if you can – if you want – to take the night off.”

“With you?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes. 

“Yeah, if you’d like,” Luca answers. “Figured I owed you after you purchased the Jazz Fest tickets.” Taking a more playful approach, almost as if he’s testing you as he adds: “Unless there’s something other bloke you wanna take instead of-.”

“No!” you protest, quick to correct him. “I mean, yes. I want to go. With you. Let me see what I can do scheduling wise.”

Was this a date? You wonder to yourself.

For whatever reason, this proposal feels much more like a date than anything else you’ve done with him so far. Bike rides to bakeries, walks through the park, even asking Luca to join you for Jazz Fest with tickets you purchased almost a year ago, still haven't felt this monumental. 

But a night at the ballet? 

A night of getting dressed up and taking off work to spend time with each other?

This feels much more like a date. 

And you might even be excited about the prospect of having one with him, with Luca specifically, something you haven’t felt for anyone in a long time. 

“Just let me know,” Luca says, coolly, followed by his oh-so-charming-crooked smile. 

By the time you take this… proposition – taking off a night at the restaurant for a maybe-a-date-with-Luca – Mathilde and Jesper are practically pushing you out of the restaurant swearing that if you don’t go, they’ll write you out of the business partnership, and that Mathilde is more than happy to run the kitchen all by herself that night. 

While you appreciate the support, it feels like it add pressure – expectations, really – to Thursday night.

You push the thought from your head, choosing to charge forward despite your nerves, before sending Luca your official yes via text message. 

So… what does one wear to the ballet?

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You settle on a silky white slip dress with thin straps, a sweetheart neckline, and a slit in the skirt that travels up the leg in a way that’s revealing yet still appropriate. You’ve draped a blazer across your shoulders because you can’t be bothered to properly put it on during the warmest month of the year but you know you’ll want it when you’re inside of the Opera House. You slip on a black kitten heel to match your bag, then pull your hair back into a loose ponytail, allowing the stray pieces of hair that fall out of it to frame your face. 

It’s not until Luca shows up at your flat with a text that he’s here, do you make your way outside. Your head is buried in your bag, taking a last minute inventory, ensuring you have what you need for the night: phone, keys, ID, extra lip gloss… 

“Hi,” he says on an exhale, as soon as he sees you. 

There’s something in his voice that sounds different, you note, as you lift your head to look at him. 

Holy. Shit… 

Fuck me, you think to yourself, as soon as you see him. He’s dressed in black slacks with a blazer to match, layered over a white button down worn without a tie, and pristine white trainers that you can’t help but notice. 

It’s classic – classy – with a little bit of swag from the trainers that feels… pleasantly unexpected. You look like one of those hip couples that decided to stick it to tradition and get married at the courthouse with a dope photoshoot instead. 

“Hi,” is all that comes out of your mouth, your eyes wide as the two of you stare each other down. 

Yeah, this really feels like a date now. 

“Hi,” he says in return before exhaling. “You look great.”

He’s grinning from ear to ear now, and the man cannot take his eyes off of you. 

“I-,” you start, as you gather your words, reminding yourself that you do in fact know the English language. As your words come back to you, you take a more playful approach instead, making up for lost wit as you say:

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Luca smirks, a twinkle in his eye that tells you he’s pretty damn enchanted by you right now. The two of you share a look – one that feels very not-friendly, emphasizing just how much more date-like this seems to be. 

“Shall we?” he asks you, offering out his arm for you to take. 

“Let’s,” you answer, taking it as he escorts you to the metro.

You and Luca look wildly out of place while waiting for the metro, then on the metro as you make your way to the Royal Danish Opera House in your dressier-than-normal apparel. You share small talk while you wait on the platform, ramblings over your day and then his while finding a place to sit, then nervous giggles and flirtatious stolen glances while seated next to each other on your journey. 

It’s nice to be reminded that you haven’t entirely forgotten how to flirt. 

From its shoreside location to its sparkling interior, the Royal Danish Opera House is awe inspiring. You take it all in as you and Luca settle into your seats and a comfortable quiet intimacy as you look over your programs, just before the show begins. 

Onegin, you come to find as the show begins, is a story of unrequited love, missed changes, and ‘too little, too late.’ Its relevance is not lost on you as you watch as the young country girl falls in love with the worldly Count. She is young, naive, a hopeless romantic, perhaps the character you would’ve related to when you were younger – before your marriage ended. A younger version of you might laugh at the fact that you somehow find yourself relating more to the Count. He’s cold, jaded, a pessimist even, only to be rejected when he realizes he missed his chance at love so many years ago. 

You steal a glance in Luca’s direction, his eyes fixed to the tragedy that plays out on the stage in front of you. 

He really is stunning, you think to yourself, as you carefully examine the near-perfect symmetry of his face, before returning your focus back to the performance. 

To say that you haven’t noticed the way Luca looks at you would be a lie. And you can’t help but notice how eager you’ve been lately to find any excuse to spend extra time with him too. 

But you can’t help wondering about just how ready you are – how and when you might know when you’ll be ready:

Ready to date. Ready to open yourself up to someone. Ready to fall in love again. 

Would you know when it was time? And was this a sign – meeting Luca – that it’s time for a new beginning now? 

But what if it weren’t? What if you weren’t ready now? Then what? 

It’s not like you’d expect for Luca to wait for you or anything, but the idea of a new beginning, of falling in love again, of possibly getting your heart broken again instills the kind of terror in you that shakes you to your very core. 

But what if this was your only chance? 

You can’t imagine Luca would be single for much longer – the fact that he even is now completely perplexes you – and you’re sure that he has an entire roster of women lining up, ready to take your place. Not that you feel like it’s your place now, though you’re not sure where he’d have the time to entertain an entire roster of women with how much time you’ve been spending together lately. 

You push the thoughts from your mind, trying your best to focus on the dancers, even though it’s the thing that’s got you pensive in the first place. 

And it’s almost as if, right on cue, the minute you turn your attention away from Luca, his eyes are on you, admiring the way that you marvel at the story unfolding in front of you. 

Luca smiles to himself, in pure disbelief that the same woman who brought him much needed inspiration could also be the same woman he’s begun to have feelings for. He finds you extraordinary: you’re funny, you’re incredibly talented, and you make his heart skip a beat every single time you walk into a room. He doesn’t know which deities to thank for meeting you, but he’s sure he must’ve done something right in a past life for it to bring you to him in this one. 

He’s glad you told him – about your ex husband, about the divorce – and while it’s filled in some blanks for him, it’s also brought up more questions. Questions like:

Were you even interested in dating? Were you ready to start dating because he couldn’t blame you if you weren’t? And if you were, would you be interested in dating him? 

These last few months of getting to know each other have been wonderful – and he’s thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you as friends – but Luca wants more. He wants to hold your hand while walking along the Nyhavn waterfront. He wants to press a kiss to your lips when you stop by the restaurant as he’s getting off shift, before heading into your own. He wants to wrap you up in his arms, curl his body around yours as you settle in with him on your shared couch after a long night at the restaurant, going on about your new special, or your recently hired line-cook-in-training.

Luca wants to call you his, and he wants nothing more than for you to call him yours. He yearns for the quiet domesticity he thinks he could have with you – one he knows he could have with you. 

He doesn’t want to miss his chance. It’s why he asked you that question when you told him about your ex husband – are you still in love with him? – because Luca can’t bear the thought of falling in love with a woman already in love with another man. 

He replays the answer in his head – no, I’m not in love with him – almost as if he’s reassuring himself.

Luca knows what he needs to do. He just needs to talk to you and tonight feels like as good of a time as any to do so, considering you’re practically on a date. Luca makes up his mind about it – that he’ll bring it up after the performance, maybe even ask you on a proper date. 

As the performance ends, the two of you applaud with the rest of the theatre before exiting the performance space. You and Luca linger outside of the theatre, watching the other patrons walk by, arrange rides for themselves, head out for a night cap. He’s working up the nerve to bring up the conversation, watching your lips carefully as you go on about the performance, a brilliance in your eyes that he notices you get whenever you talk about something you’re passionate about. 

You’re in the middle of dissecting the end of Act Two as he Luca abruptly blurts out:

“You hungry?”

You pause as your mouth hangs agape, noticing that’s something different, that’s something’s shifted between the two of you. 

“Uh… no. Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?” you ask back, hesitantly. 

“Ehm. Yes, I do. But eh, I don’t know. I’d ehm, I’d be up for a bite. If you are,” Luca manages to explain because he’s not ready for the night to end. 

You can feel it – the tension between the two of you hangs thickly in the air – and you know this isn’t just a ‘let’s go out for a bite’ kind of ask. 

You wondered how you’d feel when this moment came, and instead of being ecstatic, instead of wanting to jump at the chance, the panic sets in, filling your belly with the urge to jump into harbour instead. 

You wish you felt differently – you want to feel differently – but you don’t. 

So instead, you stammer out a:

“I think I’m just ready to head home, but you should go. If you want to. I think I’m just going to walk home or-.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll take you home,” Luca offers. 

You hesitate before agreeing, “Uh… yeah. Okay. As long as you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Luca says as he places a gentle hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you in the direction of home. “I’d rather know you got home safe.”

You nod, instantly filled with guilt as Luca’s demeanor changes, his facial expression moving from somewhat-confused-and-disappointed to one of concern, kindness, and genuine care. 

What the hell is wrong with you? You think to yourself. 

But you know you can’t push it – you can’t push yourself to be ready,  to open up – regardless of how perfect Luca is. 

As Luca walks you home, there’s a palpable shift in the dynamic between the two of you. He seems cautious, almost as if he’s tiptoeing around you, uncertain about where the two of you stand. And truthfully, he is uncertain. He’s worried that he scared you off, if he came on too strong, if his ask changes something between the two of you. Luca realizes tonight is perhaps not the night, but he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to wait – be able to keep the way he feels about you to himself. 

“Thank you… for walking me home,” you say, as you arrive at the door to your apartment building. 

“‘S no problem. Had to get you back to your flat safely,” Luca reassures you with a smile on his face. 

You stand across from him, mere inches away. You could do it – close the gap between the two of you because you really do feel like an asshole for earlier – but it feels like something’s stopping you. You wait too long, letting your impulse move too thoroughly through your body, until it’s too late and the impulse is gone. 

You’re at an impasse: Luca opens his mouth to say something before pausing and you’re not sure what to say either, the two of you standing across from one another, frozen in a moment in time. 

Instead of speaking, he simply steps forward, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace as he inhales. 

It feels too good. 

This feels too good: the way he smells, the way it feels to be pressed up against him, his hands running smooth patterns across your back. 

“Luca,” you begin as you pull away from the hug, your eyes locked with his. 

He waits, but as you open your mouth to say something else, nothing comes out. 

You’re not sure if it’s a look of disappointment, regret, or something else that flashes across his face, before he gives you a half smile. Luca takes a few steps backwards, almost as if he needs to create space between you and him, his voice a low deep rumble as he says:

“Goodnight, love.”

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a/n: and now we're getting somewhere. i PROMISE we are getting somewhere. just wait ;)

[carisc4pshaw]

Hidden hearts and Hickey’s

In which Elle and JJ have been secretly dating for half a year and Elle comes to work not knowing she has hickeys on her which sparks the team to try and guess who Elle has been seeing. Elle gets injured during the case and doesn’t tell JJ. (18+ for smut)

word count: 4.4k

tags: fluff, smut (later on) , jelle, hickeys, dating, romance, secret dating, flirting, date night, love, staying at each other for the night, hotels, on a case, new relationship, team scenes, bi spencer reid, lesbian emily prentiss, lesbian elle greenaway, bi jennifer jareau, bath, cuddling, physical touch

Warning: foreplay (teasing), fingering, dirty talk

notes: I hope yall enjoy this is my first fic im posting here, I’ll also be posting on ao3 where my other fics are posted. Let me know if you want dts on my posts.

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Elle and JJ had been up late, later than usual when it was likely they’d have a case to work the next day but the women were watching a movie and after that finished Elle was quick to put on the next one claiming they had barely watched anything since they were making out and she needed something to fall asleep too. JJ knew it was nonsense, the woman just wasn’t tired yet but she was and she couldn’t be bothered to argue that to her after their night snuggled up together.

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Elle groaned when she heard both her and JJ’s phones ring.

“If that’s work shoot me,” Elle covered her head with her pillow.

“Don’t say things like that,” JJ answered her phone, “It’s Hotch,” she mouthed to her.

Elle’s phone rang again, she got out of bed taking the phone with her into the next room. Calling her was Gideon.

She sighed as she walked back into the bedroom, “I’m tired I want to sleep,” she pouted at her girlfriend.

“I’m sorry the serial killers didn’t take a break, today babe, get ready we have 30 minutes till round table.”

Elle pulled a black long-sleeve top with a scooped neck out of the closet with some grey suit pants and black boots and JJ took the pants she wore yesterday with one of Elle’s cream v-neck sweaters that was similar to one of hers.

Elle packed her makeup bag, pyjamas, two changes of clothes, a book, glasses and her journal into her overnight bag having no idea how long they’d be there. She didn’t usually like going to work with no makeup on, and the eye bags weren’t going to look good that morning especially due to the lack of sleep the last few nights but they needed to leave.

JJ packed the same things as Elle minus some of the things she didn’t have with her. She hoped no one would realise that most of her clothes were Elle’s.

When they arrived they went through the bullpen and straight to the round table. No one was even there yet.

“You lied to me,” Elle frowned, “We had longer didn’t we?”

“If I had told you longer you would have tried to get back in bed,” JJ rolled her eyes.

“How are you so pretty you didn’t sleep long either,” Elle groaned putting her head down on the table.

Once the rest of the team had joined them, JJ got up to present and Elle finally sat up. It was only once she was standing at the front looking at Elle she noticed a faint hickey in the middle of her neck and a more prominent one on the top part of her breast that wasn’t quite covered by her top.

JJ looked into Elle’s eyes then moved her head down to see if Elle would get the hint and look but she didn’t the older woman was just looking at her blankly and confused.

Derek picked up on the look JJ was giving her and looked down at her chest, “Long night Elle?”

“Huh?” Elle looked down at her chest and then around the room at her team. She looked down at the table as a faint blush covered her cheeks.

“Elle’s got a boyfriend?” Spencer asked.

“No, Elle dates women she’s got a girlfriend, right Elle?” Penelope smiled clasping her hands together, “I’m so happy for you sweet!”

“No I… Isn’t there a case? JJ? Talk.”

“Elle you can tell us we’re your friends,” Spencer said.

“Leave her alone, we don’t have much time,” Hotch said before looking at her and pointing at the mark, “Cover that.”

“Yes sir,” Elle mumbled looking up at him but meeting Gideon and Rossi’s stares, she groaned quietly looking back down they were both like father figures to her. How did both her and JJ not notice it was there?

JJ explained their case before Hotch let them know that wheels up would be in 15 minutes. Once everyone filtered out Elle and JJ stayed behind.

“I’m sorry Elle, I didn’t even notice we were so rushed this morning,” JJ played with a curl at the end of Elle’s hair that she didn’t have time to straighten which the younger woman was happy about, she loved Elle’s curls.

“What are you sorry about?” Spencer asked from the doorway making JJ and Elle jump apart from each other.

“Oh nothing, I just,” JJ paused trying to think of something believable, “I dropped her coffee on one of her files when we got here.”

“What didn’t you notice then?” Spencer asked.

“Genius go play nice with the others we will be out in a minute,” Elle gave him a warm smile.

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“Guys, do you think maybe Elle is dating JJ?” Spencer asked the others while fiddling with a Rubix cube.

“I don’t think blondes are her type,” Emily said.

“What do you know?” Derek pointed at Emily.

“Elle and I hooked up in DC a long time ago,” Emily shrugged.

“Why does that mean she wouldn’t be with JJ maybe she doesn’t have a type,” Penelope stated.

“Elle likes blondes,” Derek said.

“And you know how?” Emily asked.

“We go out to bars together but before that she had turned me down for months.”

Garcia looked up at the small window that could be seen inside the room with the round table from the bullpen. It was a bad view but she could how close the two were and how JJ’s palm was resting on Elle’s face, “Guys,” she whispered pointing at the window, “Do you think they are?”

“I think you should give them some damn privacy,” Rossi spoke walking down the steps to where the team were standing.

“Do you know something?” Derek asked.

“Of course he does! Elle is like a daughter to him, tell us!” Penelope squealed.

“I know nothing and neither should you quit being gossips Hotch wants you on the jet,” he shook his head walking to the elevator.

“We could watch how they act with each other during the case?” Penelope suggested.

“If they want to keep it a secret chances are they will keep their usual domineering with each other hence why we haven’t noticed thus far. They share a room when we are on a case so they probably feel like they can go the day without any physical contact because once back at the hotel they can do as they please,” Spencer ‘observed.’

“Yeah we got that Genius,” Morgan ruffled his hair standing from Elle’s desk where he had perched himself.

“Emily and I will be next door to them, we could listen through the wall?” Penelope suggested.

“You by all means can do that PG but I won’t be it feels like we are breaking their trust and I do not want to hear something I don’t particularly want to hear,” Emily replied.

“You think they’ll have sex!” Penelope said rather loud causing a few people to look up from what they were doing and a blush to rise up Spencer’s neck and face.

“What are you guys talking about?” JJ asked as she and Elle came down the stairs, Elle’s hand resting over JJ’s shoulder.

“Nothing!”

“Well it’s not nothing since the whole floor just heard you,” Elle laughed but dropped it walking towards the elevator with JJ, the rest of them following.

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The team, mainly Garcia observed JJ and Elle every time they were near each other whether it was just how they looked at each other as they spoke or the small touches they shared.

Once they had finished up for the day they took the SUVs to the hotel close by. Elle climbed out and went to the other side opening and holding the door open for JJ.

“Why thank you, what a gentlewoman,” JJ laughed, Elle joining in with her. She carried hers and JJ’s bags into the hotel as JJ held onto her arm.

At the reception desk the team checked into their rooms, “Could we have a bottle of champagne brought to our room in let’s say,” Elle paused to check her watch, “just over an hour please?”

“What are we celebrating?” JJ asked.

“6 months.”

“That’s today?” JJ frowned, “I’m sorry I forgot, I’ll make it up to you.”

Elle whispered in JJ’s ear, “I’m sure you will after dinner, I made a reservation and I plan on us drinking the champagne in the bath.”

JJ whispered back, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

“What’s the whispering about dolls?” Penelope asked.

“Nothing,” JJ replied.

“A lot of nothing between you both recently sugar.”

“Sorry PG we need to get to the room I’m shattered,” Elle faked a yawn walking towards the elevator.

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“What restaurant are we going to?” JJ asked flopping onto the bed as they entered the hotel room.

“The fanciest one I could find around here that was willing to seat two FBI agents last minute,” Elle perched next to her.

“Babe we have nothing fancy to wear.”

“You underestimate me,” Elle said taking a long satin cream skirt and light pink tight-fitted shirt from her overnight bag, “For you and mine is a surprise.”

“I love you,” JJ mumbled against Elle’s lips before kissing her.

JJ had her outfit on and was about to start her hair and makeup. The women took it in turns so they were never trying to do the same thing at once.

Elle stood from the small vanity in their room in just her underwear, her girlfriend was looking out of the window just while she waited for Elle to finish her last curl before she started. Elle crept up behind her, her hands sliding onto JJ’s hips gripping them firmly.

“Elle!” JJ shrieked placing a hand on her chest.

“Sorry baby, I’m sorry,” Elle moved her hands and used her arms to wrap around her in a hug from behind.

JJ held onto Elle’s arms for a few minutes both of them in silence before she turned to face as best she could, “Go get dressed.”

“Okay, one second,” Elle squeezed her a little tighter, “Now I will,” she let her go and went into the bathroom to change not wanting JJ to see her dress until they were both ready to leave.

JJ knocked on the bathroom door when she finished straightening her hair, “Babe are you alright?”

“Are you ready?” Elle asked back.

“Yeah I’m ready, are you?”

“Mhm, I’ve been waiting in here so you wouldn’t see my dress,” Elle said sliding the bathroom door open revealing the silky black skin-tight dress she had been waiting to show JJ.

“Wow baby,” JJ walked closer to her and kissed her lips, “You’re gorgeous.”

Elle blushed a little putting out her hand, “M’lady.”

JJ laughed taking Elle’s hand, “Let’s go.”

Their door hadn’t even closed properly before the door of the room beside them opened. Garcia poked her head out of the door looking them up and down.

“You guys are going out? I thought you were tired. Why aren’t Emily and I going to?”

“Leave them alone,” Emily called from inside the room.

“But Em look at them,” Penelope sulked as Emily came to the door, “They are so pretty.”

“Thanks, Pen,” Elle said and JJ just smiled at her, “We are just grabbing dinner, nothing fancy.”

“Nothing fancy? Sunshine have you seen what you’re both wearing?” Penelope pushed her glasses onto her face which had begun to fall down.

“What’s with the interrogating today?” Elle groaned, “We’ve got a reservation,” she placed her hand on the small of JJ’s back and they both walked in the direction of the elevator.

“They’re cute,” Emily shrugged.

“Do think she’s mad at me?” Penelope frowned.

“No, but you have been particularly stalker-y today, I know you just want them to be happy but you’re a gossip Pen. If they are together and haven’t told us there is obviously a reason.”

“They should trust us, we’re a team.”

“They could be separated if they told Strauss,” Emily said.

“Oh, right then we wouldn’t be a team.”

-

The restaurant Elle had picked was of course Italian, her favourite cuisine. Elle ordered a pasta dish and JJ ordered a pizza and they both shared each other’s food.

“It feels longer than six months,” JJ said.

“It does, I have loved every day a little bit more for the last six months,” Elle reached across the table holding her hand.

“They definitely know,” JJ said.

“I think we are going to have to say something after this case.”

“I love what we have with each other I wasn’t ready to share it yet,” JJ frowns.

“We don’t have to confirm anything yet if you aren’t ready.”

“But it’s silly not to it’s obvious they know.”

Elle just nodded running her fingertips on her hand.

The women finished dinner and headed back to the hotel hand in hand only letting each other go when they entered the hotel lobby. On the opposite side of the reception was a small bar area.

“Drink?” Elle asked JJ pointing over at the bar.

“Just one,” JJ smiled, “I want to take you back to our room,” she whispered.

Elle smirked, "Let's be quick then."

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” JJ said after they got their drinks leaving a discreet kiss on Elle’s cheek since Derek was across the bar flirting with two different women. “I’ll be two minutes don’t miss me too much,” She grabbed the key card and flashed her a smile before walking away, Elle watching her until she disappeared into the elevator.

“Is she good?”

“Excuse me?” Elle said turning to face the stool beside her where JJ was once sitting, the seat now taken by Derek.

“I know you and JJ are sleeping together baby girl,” Derek smirked.

“Who I sleep with is none of your business,” Elle sipped on her drink.

“You know who I sleep with,” Derek shrugged, “We are friends.”

Elle sighed, “Because you tell me, Derek.”

“You used to tell me everything.”

“Some things have to be kept a secret. If my partner doesn’t want to share something I will respect that.”

“So she’s your girlfriend?” Derek smiled, “Elle I want you to be happy if JJ makes you happy then that’s great.”

Elle mumbles, “Yes she makes me happy, please don’t tell anyone else now go away before she comes back.”

Derek stands up and kisses the top of Elle’s head, “I’m proud of you Elle.”

A few tears pricked in her eyes as she got up from the stool wrapping her arms around his stomach and burying her head in his neck a couple of the tears falling. No one had said that to her in a while but it was always him who reminded her, “I love you Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan,” she grinned at him when she looked up.

“I love you, Elle,” He rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“What’s going on? Is he your boyfriend?” The woman Derek had been talking to at the bar asked Elle.

She wiped her tears and laughed, “No he’s not my boyfriend, we are friends.”

“You better not be one of those steal-my-man friends,” she glared threatening Elle.

“Woah woah, settle down. Elle’s a lesbian,” Derek spoke to the woman.

“No, I’m not?” Elle replied.

“You’re not?” Derek asked.

“No… I don’t think so? I guess maybe I am.” Elle shrugged she never exactly labeled anything she just knew she liked women, “Whatever, I have a girlfriend I don’t want ‘your man’,” Elle rolled her eyes sitting back down just before JJ came back.

“Can we take our drinks to our room?” Elle asked the bartender.

He nodded in response.

“Care to join me?” Elle spoke in a husky voice to JJ.

“Oh, I’m so coming,” JJ smiled.

The women went back to their room with their drinks. Elle really needed to sleep with the lack of sleep from the night before and it was very likely they’d have to catch the killer tomorrow she needed sleep, and she needed to be on her A-game but she wanted more than anything to pleasure her girlfriend and take a warm bath with her.

“Bath?” Elle asked as they entered the room.

“Please baby,” JJ smiled Elle took such good care of her.

Elle ran them a warm bath it wasn’t as nice as the ones they’d have at her apartment with candles and lavender bubble bath but it was something. She clipped her hair up and slipped her dress off hanging it on the back of the bathroom door.

“Jay, it’s ready will you bring my drink through babe,” Elle called out.

JJ didn’t answer she just waltzed in a few minutes later having taken most of her clothes off in the bedroom with each of their cocktails in hand.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Elle said from the bath.

JJ took off all she was left in which was just her underwear, and climbed into the tub sitting in between Elle’s legs, her back against Elle’s chest.

Elle placed a kiss on JJ’s shoulder before moving all of her girlfriend’s light blonde hair over to one side so she’d have access to massage the woman’s shoulders.

JJ moaned, Elle was good at massages especially because she always knew where JJ was most tense in her shoulders and always hit the right spots.

Elle worked her way down her back as best she could considering how close to each other they were to one another.

JJ’s eyes were closed enjoying the feeling that Elle gave her. Her soft breaths made the brunette smile. She moved her hands to JJ’s thighs her thumbs pressing on the inside of her thighs as she massaged.

“Oh baby,” JJ let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Tell me I make you feel good Jay,” Elle whispered into her ear.

“You know you make me feel good, better than anyone ever has,” JJ replied.

Elle’s hands travelled further up on her thighs, “Keep going princess,” she ran her fingertips closer to her centre.

JJ’s breathing pattern began to change the more Elle was turning her on, “No one has ever touched me like you do Elle you make me come so fast.”

Elle’s lips found the side of JJ’s neck, “That’s right baby you deserve to be loved like that.”

“Thank you,” JJ’s voice trembled a little. Elle was intimidating and she wasn’t used to doing things like this before Elle she never would have said anything like that to anyone but she could see how much it turned the older woman on so she was always happy to do it for her.

Elle’s fingers found her centre, she was gentle and loving as she lightly ran her fingertips over her mound.

JJ moaned quietly, “That feels nice, Elle.”

“Good,” Elle slowly dragged her fingers in circles over her clit leaving kisses on her shoulder and neck at the same time.

Every so often Elle would circle JJ’s entrance with one finger but never push it in fully it was purely for the purpose of teasing the younger woman.

She kept at what she doing until it pushed JJ over the edge. The woman breathless and moaning softly finished gripping Elle’s arm.

“You were so good baby,” Elle tipped her head back and kissed her lips.

“But now we have to get out,” JJ pouted, “This always happens.”

“We can go in the shower,” Elle stood from the bath and climbed out before helping her girlfriend up and out with her legs still shaking a little.

Everyone was awake early the next morning to finish up and case and get back to Quantico before the afternoon. The case was closed by 11 am. The killer was shot in the field after he had lunged at Elle and Spencer with a knife.

Elle was trying to avoid JJ, not in a bad way just in an ‘I need some personal space way’ Derek had told her what happened in the field minus the part that the man had nicked a small cut on Elles's arm before he was shot down. She could easily hide the small bandage under her long-sleeved shirt but JJ was still upset that Elle was in danger today and she therefore didn’t want to leave her alone for a second.

On the plane, Elle had taken a seat on the long sofa, she would go to sleep soon but in roughly an hour she had to just check the cut.

JJ sat next to Elle almost on her lap and in the process leant on her arm.

“Ouch! fucking hell,” Elle rolled her eyes moving away from JJ a fraction.

“Ouch? What happened?” JJ grabbed Elle's arm lightly and tugged the sleeve of Elle’s top up to reveal the bandage with a small blood stain, “Explain.”

“It’s not that bad, when we caught the unsub, Derek told you he came towards Spencer and me with a knife but he didn’t tell you that the knife nicked me before he was shot, but it was only a scrape,” Elle said shrugging it off.

“Baby,” JJ whispered so no one else on the plane would hear the nickname, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She frowned.

“You were already so clingy Jay I just didn’t want to worry you more.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like you being in danger or getting hurt.”

“I know,” Elle really wanted to throw a pet name on the end of that but Hotch was close by now at the kitchenette next to the sofa. She patted her lap and JJ laid her head down.

The brunette's fingers tangled into the blonde hair soothing her girlfriend while JJ’s fingers played with the hem of Elle’s shirt. It was a rather intimate moment for them despite the team being close by.

Penelope groaned, “Just tell everyone you’re dating!”

Elle glared at Derek her fingers coming to a standstill in JJ’s hair almost like she’d froze.

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Derek folded his arms.

“You knew something?!” Penelope’s mouth dropped open as she turned to Derek, “You’re a traitor Derek Morgan.”

JJ sat up leaning closer to Elle whispering in her ear, “Just tell them, we will deal with anything Hotch says later.”

Elle offered her a weak smile bringing her hands to her lips, “Yes, JJ and I are dating. We’ve been together for a while but we wanted to keep it a secret so it wouldn’t affect work.”

“How long?” Aaron asked his face remaining straight, not showing whether he was happy for them or angry at them.

“Half a year,” Elle replied.

“Seriously that long?” Penelope gasped, “Oh my babies I love you both so so much.”

JJ laughed, “It really doesn’t feel like that long but at the same time it feels like longer, we love you too Pen.”

Penelope hugged both of them tightly, “This must be why you both glow like the sunshine you’re both so happy and shiny.”

“Do you live together? I see you leave together sometime,” Emily asked suddenly rather interested in how she missed this.

JJ shook her head, “Not yet.”

Elle smiled edging closer to JJ. She leaned her head down and placed a small kiss on her shoulder.

“We will talk when we get back,” Gideon pointed at them and Hotch.

“Yes Dad,” Elle grinned. Elle called him dad so much now that Jason doesn’t even bother correcting her anymore.

JJ’s eyes landed on Spencer in the corner of the play his face scrunched in confusion, something that didn’t happen often, “What’s wrong Spence?”

“I was so sure Elle had a boyfriend.”

“Spencer, are you okay with me having a girlfriend?” Elle raised an eyebrow.

“Of course!” He said quickly, “I think I’m the same as you.. or similar? But I’m never wrong that’s the problem.”

“Man you probably just don’t pick up on how Elle stares at the ladies, no need to worry,” Derek laughed.

Elle rolled her eyes at Derek, “What do you mean you’re the same as me, Spence?”

“Oh,” his face flushed red.

“It’s fine we will talk later. Don’t think too much about it you’ll always be a genius.”

The rest of the flight, Hotch, Gideon and Rossi stared intensely at piles of paperwork they needed to fill out, Derek tried teasing Spencer to get him talking about what he had started to tell Elle, and Emily did sudokus with a coffee in her hand, Penelope drew kittens, rainbows and a few hearts with a ship name she had created for her friends inside and Elle and JJ cuddled against each other on the planes sofa, dozing off a few times.

Aaron, Dave and Jason waited in the office for Elle and JJ, they agreed to come through once everyone had gone home so as not to cause as much attention.

Once they had left, Elle and JJ went up the steps to the office. Elle’s hand was placed on JJ’s lower back as they went. The brunette held the door open while JJ walked inside, herself following close behind.

“I would like to start by saying, neither JJ nor I want to be moved. Our relationship hasn’t been a problem thus far and it will continue to not be a problem,” Elle said folding her arms.

“I understand Elle but you both should have come to me when this was starting up.”

“Then on your records, you pretend this is the start, no one besides us or the rest of the team will know otherwise,” Elle suggested.

“That would make sense,” JJ added.

“We will discuss it tonight, both of you go home. Talk about it together and if you want to continue with your relationship then you’ll have paperwork to sign first thing tomorrow,” Hotch said taking a seat behind his desk.

“Well I hope she wants to continue our relationship it’s been six months already,” Elle laughed looking down at JJ.

JJ looked up into her eyes, “Of course I do.”

“That’s sorted then we will be happy to sign your papers tomorrow,” Elle said before she and JJ headed for the door.

“And Elle,” Gideon called, “I’m glad JJ makes you happy.”

Elle smiled before Rossi added, “We are all happy for the both of you.”

[tired-teacher-blog]

Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

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Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

_ "Good evening Miss."

_ "Uh.. yes, yeah good evening!" did your voice just waver as you returned the man's greeting?

It did, didn't it? Why else would he let out a chuckle while his eyes are lingering on your clumsy hands struggling to lock your shop's front door?

_ "Need any help with that?" his smile slowly disappears as he notices your battle against the entrance lock.

_ "Oh no it's fine I got it! Thanks anyway, good night." and with that, you flee the scene after yet another awkward encounter with the tattoo artist whose parlor just happens to be facing your own shop.

Aizawa Shouta, the man in question, is an intriguing guy.

His ink covered arms— coming to light each time he decides to roll his sleeves or wear a t-shirt, probably hint at more hidden art behind the garment.. his long raven locks that usually sit beautifully on his broad shoulders, are flowing gracefully around his face.. the dark circles under his eyes have never been a surprise to you since his working hours start really late every evening.

However, that harsh exterior does not reflect his personality at all, you're certain of it, and even though your short exchanges have never gone beyond the polite greetings and stolen gazes, something about this man simply mesmerized you..

Who is he anyway? What is his story? Why does he only come to work late when everyone else is heading home?

These questions have been plaguing your brain ever since you met the mysterious guy a few months ago, you've always wanted to know more about him, to befriend him, to have a meaningful conversation, to stand closer to him, to touch..

_ "No! This is not it!" you slap your face with a wince of pain as you snap back to reality, you are daydreaming about the handsome man once again instead of focusing on work.

You flip through the countless search results as you struggle to make a decision, "which one should I get?" it is honestly a big deal.. a commitment.

Getting a tattoo is a matter of great importance, even more so when the person branding your skin is the same one taking over your every waking moment.

_ "I don't like any of these." you mumble irritatedly as you couldn't feel any connection to the art suggested.

Maybe it isn't a good idea after all, do you actually want to get a tattoo? Or is it just a ruse to get closer to.. to him?

You place your phone away and welcome your new costumer with a smile, "good morning Sir!"

Work comes first anyway, everything else should wait till later, it has to..

_ "Here you go! Red roses are the perfect gift, they represent love, passion, beauty, courage and respect, so I'm sure your wife will love them."

The man's eyes light up and his cheerful smile grows wider as he hears you reciting the devine meaning behind his choice, he pays for his purchase and thanks you again before walking out of your shop.

_ "A red rose?" you utter thoughtfully as your eyes study the beautiful flowers before you.

Love, passion, beauty, courage and respect.

Fitting.. although it might seem tacky to some, but if you are to have something inked into your skin, then it has to be meaningful and so, your mind is finally set, "I'll have a red rose."

You take a deep breath and look through your giant glass window at the closed tattoo parlor across the street, "I'll see you tonight, Mr Aizawa."

It is as regular as clockwork— your daily encounter with the dashing man, you are locking your shop's front door when you hear him unlocking his own, and as regular as clockwork your eyes meet and you exchange your daily greeting, except this isn't all that happened tonight, because unlike your usual habit of turning around and walking home, you are advancing towards the man who doesn't seem surprised to see you approaching.

_ "Tattoo, I mean, can I get one?" your cheeks heat up instantly while hearing yourself speak, you're being as awkward as always around him, and wish to disappear right this instant.

_ "Oh.. yeah sure, this is what I do after all," his chuckle is intoxicating, and his silky hair glides elegantly as he cocks his head to the side, "why don't you come in first?"

You have never realized it before, but now that you are standing near each other, he is towering over you, it's almost intimidating to be frank, if not for the gentle smile that seems even more dazzling from up close.

You are right, he truly is beautiful.

_ "My assistant should be here in a minute, but in the meantime I'll take care of you," he offers you a seat at the reception desk before removing his jacket and joining you, "this is a first for you am I right?"

_ "What makes you say that?" is it obvious how ordinary you are?

_ "Well, usually people call to schedule an appointment beforehand, some of them even visit my studio and bombard us with questions to make sure they can trust us with their bodies, but you.." he stops for a moment to clear his throat and shift his gaze from you, "you're something else."

Is that a little blush he's so desperately trying to conceal? No it can't be, you're delirious like usual, and being in a close proximity to him is playing with your mind.

_ "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in unannounced, I'll make sure to do it properly and call for an appointment," you're on the verge of tears as you stand up and bow your head apologetically, "good night Sir."

_ "What? Hey hold on! Don't go," he's fast at intercepting you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back gently, "please don't go."

His grip remains on you, a perfect pressure applied, as if he's afraid you would disappear if he lets go, and you would have.

He's standing close, so close, closer than he did earlier, and you can feel his warm breath fanning over your skin, his beautiful smile is replaced with a little pout, his dark hair falls around his face and you almost.. almost reach out to tuck the loose strands behind his ear.

How long have you been standing there, looking into each other's eyes and saying nothing? Apparently long enough for his assistant to burst out laughing after walking in and finding you in that state.

_ "Good evening boss! Sorry for being late but you know how traffic is at this hour." her eyes move between you two, and her amused smirk hints at something that you cannot -for the life of you- understand.

You return the lively woman's greeting and take a step back, you are still going to leave anyway, despite the inexplicable desire to stay.

_ "Ms Kayama, would you mind passing my seven o'clock client to Hizashi? Also Oboro is running late as usual so would you please give him a call? Aizawa speaks to his assistant while keeping his attention on you.

_ "Sure boss, you can count on me." you cannot understand the reason of her mischievous smile, nor why she looked at you while saying that.

_ "Thank you."

Your blush is reaching your ears and a storm of emotions is fighting within you as you prepare to interject and perhaps save yourself from further embarrassment, but he is quicker to speak, "please have a seat." his voice as soft as ever while waiting for you to do so.

_ "Yes, thank you." and so you do.

He pulls out a chair for himself across from you before picking up a notbook that was already placed on the desk in front of him, "shall we begin?"

You shoot up all of a sudden as it finally hits you, "I.. I'm.." you stutter almost inaudibly, squeezing your fists so hard to stop from shaking, you aren't sure about this anymore, maybe you've made a mistake barging in like that with the pretence of getting a tattoo when all you actually want is to see him.

_ "Is everything okay?" he must've felt your uncertainty towards it since he instantly stood in front of you, his warm hands on each of your shoulders, rubbing soothing patterns while anticipating your response.

_ "I'm sorry I'm just, a little nervous." saying those words is more painful than any needles he could use on you, you feel pathetic, squeezing your eyes shut and wishing you're home alone instead of this.

Maybe you should forget about the whole thing and just leave, you've already made a fool of yourself enough for one evening, what else is there for you to do?

_ "That's fine, having second thoughts is totally normal considering that it would be your first time going through the experience, besides, there are some preparations to go through before getting to the actual thing," his eyes are gazing gently at you as he speaks, "let's take it step by step, and if you ultimately decide against it then we'll stop."

You cannot understand his behavior, he isn't laughing at you, isn't mocking you like you've expected, he isn't even showing an ounce of impatience. Who is he? Trully? And why is everything about him just.. flawless?

You nod slowly and take your seat again, a wave of goosebumps is running up your spine at the loss of his touch.

_ "Alright, so tell me, do you have a design in mind? If not I can help you choose, and it should help if you have a theme in mind." he starts right as he sits facing you.

_ "Oh no that's fine, I already know what I want," you answer quickly before pulling out your phone and showing him the single rose you settled on, "I want this.. this red rose."

He takes the device from your extended hand, studying the picture displayed before letting out a chuckle that travels right through your veins, "I like it, it's soft and pretty, just like you," he comments casually before adding, "what size are you thinking?"

_ "Huh? Umm.. I'm not sure but, I would prefer it to be small, I guess..." you're not even sure of the words leaving your mouth anymore as his previous remark sways you, soft.. pretty.

What is he doing to you? Is it perhaps a part of his job to sweet talk his clients? Yeah, that must be it, why else would he do it?

_ "It's okay we'll circle back to that later, now for the placement, where would you want it to be? This can actually help you determine the size better if you're still unsure about that." his smile never leaves him as he speaks, and for a brief moment your delusions lead you to believe that it could mean more than a friendly smile, but it doesn't, and you know it.

_ "I'm not sure about that either," you feel stupid, it is your first time walking into a tattoo studio sure, but you should've been more prepared.

He remains quiet for a bit and you're struggling to understand what he's thinking, your heart is hammering painfully in your chest as you wait silently for him to reply.

He isn't smiling anymore, infact, the look on his face has turned into one of pensiveness, his lips are sealed in a thin line and his head is tilted to the side, and it is becoming unbearable for you to sit there and wait any longer, it's humiliating.

You open your mouth to speak, to -perhaps- apologize for making his work harder than it should, for being so stupid as to make him dump his work on his colleagues so he could take care of you for the evening, you're trying to speak but don't know how to start exactly, settling for hanging your head in shame instead.

_ "Hey look up," his voice is as soft as ever, "I told you not to worry about it didn't I? Tattoos are not an easy commitment to make."

His chair squeaks as he clearly stands up, circuling the desk until he's mere centimeters from you, the subtle sweetness of his sandalwood scented cologne is tickling your nose as he leans closer.

_ "I'll tell you what, how about I make a sketch of the design tonight, and you can drop by tomorrow to have a look at it, I have what I need for now, so take the night to think more about the placement," his eyes are studying your tense frame as he adds, "and remember, you don't have to go through with it, I'll book your session for tomorrow, same time as today, but you can cancel it whenever you want."

You're overcame with a sudden urge to jump in his arms, and for the nth time that evening you are grateful for the secrecy of your own thoughts as you nod in agreement, "thank you that would be great, but, we haven't talked about the payment yet."

_ "You'll find everything you need stated on our website." he replies while handing you his business card.

You thank him again and bid him goodbye before walking out of the studio that is -unbeknown to you- getting busier and louder.

To be continued..

[enkas-illusion]

Games at the Fair

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Fluff – nonetheless, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 

Theme: Friends to lovers (more like situationship to relationship I guess??) ; non-sorcerer au

Content warning: fluff, jealous Nanami, flirty stranger Choso x reader, suggestive, mentions of smut

Summary:

You've been conflicted over your situationship with Nanami Kento ever since the two of you shared a moment two weeks ago. The elephant in the room has been left unaddressed so meeting your crush/friend for the first time in two weeks makes you feel some type of way. The stars align when a hot stranger named Choso tries to woo you at the fair, you decide to indulge in his advances a bit to force a reaction out of Kento instead of talking to him like a sensible adult.

Author's Note: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing a one-shot. Borderline giggling-in-your-bed, kicking-your-feet type fluff but love is cringe so it is what it is. All characters are in their 20s. If you enjoy it, feel free to like, reblog or comment. Open to criticism, just be kind about it. Thank you for reading! 

-Eren’s Birdie

Song dedication: Yes or No by Jungkook / Love Talk (English Ver.) by WayV

Your eyes wander to the cafe door once again when you hear it open. You think you're being sneaky with it but your desperation did not go unnoticed by a certain loudmouth.

"He'll be here, chill already! Kento is a man of his word," Gojo teases, making the rest of the group giggle.

"Yeah well... okay whatever." You reply curtly. Your gaze moves up from your coffee to look at your friends, only to find Satoru, Suguru and Shoko all looking at you intently.

"We were pretty drunk that night but not so wasted that we’d forget everything. We saw you two leave the club together and you're kinda painfully obvious about your infatuation... So what's up with you two?" Suguru inquires calmly.

Geto often swears he couldn't care less about gossip but he's annoyingly attentive when it comes to catching hints and linking pieces together when there's any sort of drama encroaching. 

You consider rolling your eyes but for some reason you feel like a criminal caught in an act... there's only so much one can evade before they gotta surrender. So you give in and lean forward towards the table but not before glancing at the door. Only this time, it's to make sure Nanami isn't the one walking in.

"Well, that night, if you guys remember, Kento was the only one who had decided to stay sober since he assigned himself as the driver-" You began, only to be interrupted by Gojo.

"Yeah and for what?! He booked an uber for the rest of us anyway when he left alone with you." Shoko smacks him on the head as if to shut him up. You side-eye him as you continue your story.

"Anyway... so, having had one too many shots, I was right up there with you guys. But when I started feeling a bit uneasy, Kento offered to drop me home and come back again." You realise you're fidgeting with the sugar packet on the table nervously but you stop the action as you look up to see all three of your friends leaning in, waiting for you to continue. It almost makes you laugh but you hold back because you know the odds aren't particularly in your favour with this story, and you’d hate to be teased for it by them later tonight.

"And then he drove me to my place. I invited him up for a cup of coffee-"

"At like 2 in the morning?" It's Suguru this time.

"It was the alcohol talking, okay?" You sigh and he simply shrugs, urging you to continue.

"We did end up having some coffee and we talked till like 4am? I’m not actually sure but it was late late. By that time, I was neither buzzed, nor uneasy. I was well aware of everything that was happening... and it just so happened that we kinda kissed and then he blurted out some excuse and left." You mumble towards the end of the sentence; so much so that if your friends weren't as invested in this story, they would've probably missed what you'd just said.

"HOLD ON- what do you mean kinda kissed and left?" Satoru almost yells. "Please elaborate." Suguru adds.

"Well, it just happened, okay? I don't know how to explain it, one minute we were talking and the next minute he held my face and pulled me in to kiss me so sensually, yet so softly that I honestly don't know what to make of it! But when things got heated, he excused himself cause he didn't think it was right to take advantage of me when I was drunk. I tried telling him I wasn't but he just left. He said he'd talk to me later but he has texted me about everything BUT the incident as if it never happened and do you know how annoying it is cause it's been TWO WHOLE WEEKS!" You sigh, out of breath, only now realising you could probably give Eminem a run for his money with how quickly you blurted everything out.

"Jeezzzz... that's bad. How can Ken fumble so badly?" Gojo laughs in disbelief. 

Shoko adds, "He clearly likes you, and it's obvious you like him too - yet both of y'all are pussies who are too scared to do anything about it. It's the most frustrating trope of all romances if you ask me."

"Well, what do you want me to do? He has to be the one to initiate it. He's the one who left me hanging." You state, matter-of-factly.

"Whatever it is, figure it out asap cause here comes your man." Satoru gives you a sly smile before waving and smiling at the door. You turn to look at Kento walking in. He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and you mentally slap yourself for instantly feeling aroused at the sight.

"Hi," his voice breaks your trance as you greet him back along with everyone else. "Sorry for being late, I had to wrap up some things last minute at work." He adds. Maybe you're being delusional but it sort of feels like he's directed it specifically to you.

"No worries Kennyyy, we've got our tickets right here, we can walk right in front of the line at each ride." Gojo waves the tickets proudly as Kento makes a less than pleasant face at his friend's stupid nickname.

"Thank you Satoru, what would I possibly do without you." Kento says it with a straight face, making you snort quietly. Your eyes meet for a split second when he looks at you and suddenly you're reminded of how nervous you're supposed to be around him.

"Let's get going? Would still hate a big crowd even if we had the premium passes." Suguru interjects as you all pay and leave.

You hand Kento a Matcha-flavoured cold coffee. Although it's common knowledge that it's his go-to drink of choice, he raises an eyebrow in surprise while accepting it. "Thank you." He gives you a quick smile as he walks out the coffee shop, next to you.

But wait a minute... Your brain goes into overthinking mode as you realise you seem too pliant. Bringing him his favourite drink, making those eyes at him, laughing at his jokes, seemingly ignoring the elephant in the room for his convenience.

And before you could rationalise with your own self, you clarify, "We knew the guys would want to rush to the fair as soon as you arrive so Shoko thought it'd be a good idea to order yours beforehand." 

Lies. Pure bullshit. But two can play this game so that’s exactly what you were planning to do.  

The carnival was a short walk away and Gojo generously allows everyone about 20 minutes to do their own thing before calling them to where the roller coaster is.

Suguru and Satoru had split from the rest to check out the Mirror house and Horror house. You lock arms with Shoko as the two of you seemingly share a single brain cell when you rush towards the candy stall. This stall in particular had been on your list ever since Shoko had heard that they had candy in every flavour imaginable. Nanami tags alongside with his hands in his pocket, comfortable with being left out. 

"Let's get the basics out of the way. The sweetest, tooth decaying batch for Satoru?" You wonder out loud.

"And half sour, half spicy for Suguru?" Shoko adds and the person attending to you suggests a few options. While you're busy choosing for the boys, you hear Nanami speak for the first time in what feels like forever. "What are you planning to pick for me?" 

"Kento you're never really picky about food so I don't really know what you enjoy… I'm the wrong person to ask…" Shoko says awkwardly. She was trying to give you an opening. He looks at you to check if you caught onto the fact that the question wasn't for her to begin with. 

"Hmm… since you're here, it'd be best that you pick whatever you like." You give him a half-forced smile.

He looks like he’s about to retaliate but his mouth closes as soon as it opens and it has you wondering what he’s fighting his own mind over so hard. Was it really that conflicting to decide whether he liked you or not? You push the unnecessary thought to the back of your head, not really wanting to dive deep into the feelings department at that moment.

Instead he turns around and picks a mixed bag of chocolates that ranges from pure milk to 99% cocoa. You would've picked the same for him and it kind of makes you happy that you know him so well. Maybe you were being a bit mean now, but nevermind - this is the plan, to rile him up so much that he has no option but to realise that some issues need addressing. 

Once you pay for the candies, you buy a few more snacks from other stalls before you see Gojo's texts on the group chat, calling everyone to where the roller coaster is.

Like Gojo had said before, the premium ticket really does push you to the top of the line. You barely have to wait for a few moments for them to do the basic machinery check before the group of 12 people that you're a part of is let in.

As if following an unspoken agreement, Shoko and Suguru sit together at the front but Satoru is too much of a dumbass to get the memo. As soon as Kento sits on one of the seats, Satoru climbs in next to him. You quickly sit behind Kento to avoid further embarrassment. 

Shoko turns around and her face almost looks murderous when she stares at Gojo. He only shrugs back at her. Seriously, how can someone be so smart yet so oblivious and clueless when it actually counts???

You're too busy to notice the person next to you. But you turn your head when you see their seatbelt being secured in place along with yours.

"Well if it isn't my lucky day," the guy says as he looks at you, "... sitting on a roller coaster next to a pretty lady."

You're amused by the compliment. You know this all too well — the easy to flirt, charming, hot guy who knows exactly what to say to get the girls swooning. The tattooed sleeve and dishevelled hair only feed into the fuckboy image and you know better than to be serious so you decide to humour him.

"And why might sitting next to pretty ladies be of any consolation? Don't tell me you're scared of a carnival ride." You feign shock.

"Nah, it's a relief. We get the hand holding part out of the way, and when this is done, we can move onto better rides." He winks at you.

"And who says I'm holding your hand?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"And why wouldn't you want to?" He challenges you, copying your tone. He makes a waving motion over his face and body as if to present himself to you. It kinda makes you laugh as you visibly cringe.

"Alright, fine! We can go the usual route of dinner and a movie first!" He adds.

"My god, you're relentless!" You're fully laughing at how unserious this strange man is.

"Actually people usually call me Choso but I think I can get used to Relentless." He puts his hand out and you shake it briefly. 

"Hi Relentless, I'm y/n," you reply, smiling.

"A pretty name for a pretty lady," he says, repeating your name. You hear the first signal that secures the seatbelts in place. Choso puts his hand out and you look at him.

Your eyes briefly wander to the front to check if the stranger's words had any effect on Nanami. Even if it did, you're disappointed to see that he wasn't showing it at all.

"I don't remember saying yes?" You question playfully.

"Will it improve my chances if I say that I'm terrified of roller coasters?" He retorts.

"Are you? For real?" You ask, surprised.

"Nope." He snorts, still holding his hand open invitingly. You laugh before swatting his hand away.

"I don't hold hands till the 10th date!" You joke as another signal blares and the roller coaster slowly begins moving towards the drop.

"So does that mean I can hold your hand after 9 more dates?" He teases.

"Guess you'll never know unless you try." You tease him back.

Just before the dip, you swear you saw Kento look back to give Choso a quick stare down, but before your brain could note it for later analysis, the adrenaline overtook as soon as the ride commenced.

When it ends, you quickly say your goodbyes to Choso before you regroup with your friends. You'd stay here all night if you were to decipher each of your friends' emotions but more or less everyone made a what was that!? face, except for Kento. His face had pure annoyance written over it. You were almost surprised by how obvious his usually unreadable face was.

You change the subject to talk about random shit as you walk towards the games section. When the rest of the group starts chattering about whatever, Nanami pulls at your arm to slow your pace to let the group walk ahead. You slow down as you fall behind and he finally speaks up.

"Care to explain?" His voice is calm but laced with irritation.

"Explain what?" You frown.

"I thought we..." he trails off, as if he's unsure about the right words to use. You decide you’ve had enough of him wanting to say something yet saying nothing at all. So you decide to do it for him.

"Yes, I also thought we had something going on but it's okay, you take your time, ignore me for 2 more weeks if it suits you and run away again the next time something happens." You say, mostly calm but almost not. It's only now that you were letting your annoyance take control because you were upset. Clearly. The last two weeks had been awful, mentally playing a game of ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ each time he texted you.

Kento's eyes soften as he runs his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, I should've reached out. I got busy with work after the weekend and later I figured I could just talk to you face-to-face when we met today." 

Excuses. Not good enough.

"You had plenty of chances to do just that in the last hour or so. I like you Kento... I don't know how many more hints you want. But I'm kinda disappointed..." you look at him. 

Nope this is enough, best not to take shit any further, you decide. But that's the problem with confronting someone, you always test the limits of how much you can poke a person till they burst, "I hate indecisiveness. At least Choso knows for sure what he wants and makes his move on time." 

The puppy eyes he was looking at you with up until a second ago fade away and his jaw tightens as he gulps whatever words he had on the tip of his tongue. Speaking of the devil, as if on cue, you see Choso near the games section, only to find him already looking at you.

"Date 2?" Choso grins at you, "Tell me sweetheart, do you like stuffed toys?" You nod.

You can sense the tension as Choso ignores Kento who’s standing right next to you the whole time. You walk further away from both the men, suddenly finding the display of the soft toys a bit too interesting. Shoko is looking at the stacked toy pyramid and you ask her what prize is for what game.

"The dolphins and elephants at the bottom are for whack-a-mole," she says, pointing at Satoru who's frantically trying to win it.

"The random tier above it, ugliest by the way, is for the ring hoop thingy," she points at Suguru trying his hand at the game.

"And the top tier with the fluffy teddy bears is for Target shooting," she points at the stall where you were just a minute ago. You turn to look at Choso and Kento both picking up rifles to begin shooting their respective targets.

No matter how annoyed you may be at him, you can never ignore just how beautiful the man is. His forearms look delicious as he adjusts the rifle to his shoulder. You peel your eyes away from Kento’s veiny arms with much difficulty and focus your eyes on the target.

Each person gets five shots. Five clean shots to win the teddy bear. And both the guys take their aims in tandem. It almost feels like watching two teams take penalties during a FIFA world cup finale, not knowing who's gonna win. 

You know Kento is competitive but he's always a good sport even when he loses a card or board game to you. Once again you’re surprised to see him groan out loud in frustration when he misses the last shot, whereas Choso gets a perfect score, winning the teddy bear.

Choso brings the big teddy and hands it to you, "Let's exchange gifts? My teddy for your number?" You smile at the soft toy in your hands. Before you have a chance to respond, you hear Kento’s stern voice coming from behind Choso.

"No. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let that happen." he declares. Hell of an awkward situation to be in as Choso, you and Shoko all stare at Kento, who looks visibly angry.

Kento points at the Panda at the very top, the biggest prize of them all, "What the hell is that one for?"

"Oh... No one tries that ‘cause it's the hardest, Beat the bar challenge. You gotta hang onto the pull up bar for 3 whole minutes so it's basically an impossible prize." Shoko explains.

"Okay." Is all Kento says in return as he walks towards the man in charge of the bar challenge game. He gives the man a token and pulls up his sleeves even further as he grabs the bar.

You stare in disbelief as the countdown lights up on an LED display next to the bar as he hangs to it. It has you baffled that Nanami is doing this out of pure spite and jealousy but you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on by the change in his demeanour, seeing him all worked up like this.

As he passes the two minute mark, without any sign of struggle, a sizable crowd gathers there to see if he really takes the panda home. Towards the end, Gojo and Geto start the 15 seconds countdown, hollering and hooting to cheer at their friend.

When Nanami's eyes meet yours, his cocky smile only grows when he sees you cheer on him as well. The tiny crowd roars when the 3 minute mark is crossed.

He half-yells a, "Just to be sure" as he does a muscle up with ease before jumping down from the bar. You're impressed but you still mouth a ‘show off’ as you roll your eyes at him jokingly. He walks towards you with the prize panda in hand. 

The panda is about three feet tall and extremely fluffy — no wonder it was the top prize.

Kento, not so politely, pulls away the bear Choso had won for you and instead holds his panda out in front of you. He looks to the side to find the other man and with a smug smile tosses the bear back at Choso, who catches it with quick reflex.

You're still processing the whole thing because you kinda want to memorise every moment - this is so out of character for the stoic man you've always had a crush on. You've liked him for how calm and composed he is but seeing him like this has almost multiplied your attraction to him tenfold. Guess you pressed all the right buttons.

He pulls you out of your reverie as he says, "Is this decisive enough for you?"

And before you can answer, he pulls at your waist with his free hand till you're flush against his chest.

His head leans down to your level as he kisses you more passionately than he did the first time at your place and you can't help but feel weak in your knees. You feel as if your brain is going to short-circuit any minute now but you kiss him back, relishing every moment of it before he pulls back.

"I'm going to assume that's a yes." You can't help but blush as you look down to avoid his eye contact. How can you possibly stay mad when he has so clearly declared his intentions with you in front of everyone. 

"Satoru, I take it you have your car this time. I’m gonna ask for a raincheck on drinks night." Nanami says to his friend. You feel dazed as you simply look at your three friends with equal amounts of embarrassment, shock and excitement.

Reading between the lines isn't hard. Kento might as well have said 'I'm going to fuck her and I cannot wait one moment for it' cause that's what his words seemed to imply.

“Why am I even surprised?" Gojo sighs.

Shoko punches his arm, "I'm pretty sure they couldn't care less about those drinks."

"Righttt," Satoru grins at you and says, "Have fun! Kenny has a really big penny. Saw it in the gym locker room once."

"SATORU!", you scold him.

"Hey dumbass, maintain some decorum." Suguru cringes.

"It's okay, she's about to find out anyway." Kento says coolly as he intertwines his fingers with yours and starts marching towards the gates.

You stare back to see you can't find Choso anywhere. Makes sense, you note to yourself. Then your eyes land on your friends and you grin with all your teeth. You turn your head to the front again as you look up at your man.

Up close, you notice the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead from all the exertion at the pull up bar. Holy shit, you wonder, everything about this night couldn't have gone any better... but you have a hunch, he's about to prove you wrong all night long.

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Eight Months Ago

Pairing: HOOK x Reader Word Counter: 5242 Description: Eight months ago Tyler did one of the hardest things he’s ever done.

Slight angst(?), fluff, little hints of smut and some sad (sorta?)

A massive thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist babes your support, ideas and just everything is always so appreciated. This wouldn’t have been possible or turned out the way it did without your help. Love youuu xx

I really hope you guys enjoy this it’s a little long x (I also hope it makes sense because I’ve edited it so many damn times) _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Taz hesitated outside his son’s locker room, normally he wouldn’t think twice about knocking but lately Tyler seemed like he was on the edge. He wasn’t sure when it had all started, but he had a few faint ideas, one he could for sure almost bet was a big part of the reason. After another brief pause, he knocked and waited for the okay to step inside.

“Who is it?”

“Your father.”

“..Come on in.”

Pushing the door open, Taz closed it behind him and leaned against the wall his arms crossed as he eyed his son. Tyler was laid out on the couch, an arm covering his eyes and the other lying across his stomach, he hadn’t even changed out of his gear yet.

“Sit up we need to have a talk.”

“Can’t this wait till later?”

“No, no it can’t.”

Waiting until he was sat up and his attention was focused on his dad, Taz sat on the only other chair in the room. Rubbing his hand over his chin he took the time to really look at his kid, he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even wilder than usual and not because of having just finished a match. Taz had started to notice the slight differences in him, and to be frank he was getting worried.

“Look son.”

Taz started slowly trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation, he figured coming right out was best.

“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, but we really need to discuss whatever it is that has you feeling or acting the way you’ve been.”

“Nothing is going on I’m just a little tired.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it come on Ty I wasn’t born yesterday; you know you can talk to me about anything. But for the last couple of months, you haven’t been yourself. You show up late for training, you hardly return any calls to anybody or when the guys invite you out you always decline. Your matches are still amazing, it seems the only time you’re really yourself is when you’re in the ring. Maybe it’s because it comes like second nature I don’t know. But what I do know is something ain’t right and it seems like it hasn’t been for a while.”

“I’m fine dad really just a lot on my mind but it’s nothing. We’ve been traveling a lot and it’s finally catching up.”

Taz eyed him for a few minutes then spoke once again this time with more caution.

“How long has it been since Double or Nothing?”

“Eight months give or take.”

Nodding, he stood and walked over patting his shoulder then made his way over to the door Taz knew his gut feeling was probably right.

“Well, if you do want to talk, I’m here remember that please.”

“I will dad thanks.”

Tyler said and flopped back down on the couch resuming his previous position, Taz watched him for another moment before leaving the room. Pulling out his phone he scrolled to the bottom of his contacts and hovered over the call button before clicking dial. Listening to it ring he walked away from Tyler’s locker room and headed for the parking lot. This was a long shot but like he’d told Tyler, he knew his kid and he’d bet money that the thing making him behave this way would be on the other end of the phone call.

“Taz?”

“Hey firefly it’s good to hear from you again, listen I know it’s been a while since we chatted last, but I really need your help.?

*Eight months ago*

“Ty wait stop you’re going to drop me!”

Taz followed the sound of laughter and made his way to where the ring was being set up. Chuckling, he crossed his arms watching as Tyler carried Y/n around the barricade that was set up.

“Oh, come on you know I’d never drop you baby just hold on tight.”

Tyler chuckled back to her as he walked around a barricade and then started jumping up the stairs. The sound of Y/n’s screams being muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 

“Be careful Tyler you have a match tomorrow last thing we need is you getting injured because you tripped going up the stairs. And we don’t want y/n getting hurt either.”

Taz called out and made his way down the ramp towards the ring, Tyler huffed but turned and walked back down the steps. Y/n still held tightly on his back as they made their way over to stand with him.

“I wouldn’t drop my girl she’s safe as could be.”

“Not the point son.”

“Thank you, Taz.”

Y/n said slipping off Tyler’s back and adjusting the HOOK shirt she was wearing a grin on her face.

“You’re welcome, you two look just the way you did when you were fifteen and making your way around the arenas waiting for me to finish a match.”

“Except this time, she’s mine and I don’t have to worry about her leaving me for an older man.”

Tyler teased causing Y/n to gasp shoving his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“I didn’t leave you for another man I just wanted an autograph from Stone Cold and you were busy munching your chips while sucking your juice box.”

Y/n said as Tyler took her hand kissing the back of it lightly then kissed her lips chuckling afterwards.

“When I found her, she was busy drooling over him clutching the photo to her chest listening to him ramble about whatever.”

“I was not drooling!”

“Okay children okay it’s getting late Tyler needs to get some rest for the show tomorrow you can argue about this another time. Head back to the hotel and no funny business I mean it he needs to get a good night sleep.”

“Yes dad.”

Taz watched as the two walked off whispering and giggling as they went, he loved seeing his son so happy and the fact it was with someone who was already treated like family because of his connection with her uncle was just the cherry on top.

*Present* Pushing the hotel room door open Tyler threw his bag on the floor and made his way over for a quick shower. He was ready to just get clean and lay in his bed the exhaustion from his match was finally settling in. He was more than glad he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow so he could just keep to himself. Digging through his bag for a clean pair of pajama bottoms he walked into the bathroom showering and getting ready for bed. Plugging his phone in, he shut the light off, laying down on the bed and waited for his vision to get adjusted to the dark.

He still wasn’t completely used to sleeping by himself even after eight months alone, the bed always seemed much colder without her there. Tyler couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly, the image of her drifted through his mind as it did almost every night. He couldn’t help playing that last scene back repeatedly like he always did. Sure, he may have been the one to bring this all upon himself, sure he knew that he could have gone about things a different way. But it was too late to try and change the past, now all he could do was unwillingly dwell on it.

*Eight months ago* Tyler rubbed a hand over his face as he sat on the bed, he was supposed to be resting up but he couldn’t help it. What he was about to do was making it impossible for him to go to sleep. Hopefully once it was finished, he’d be able to just push everything off and maybe things would go back to semi normal.

“Hi babe, I’m back sorry it took so long but Renee wanted help deciding on some outfits for the show next week.”

Y/n called out as she closed the hotel door behind her, making her way to the bedroom after removing her coat and shoes. Spotting Tyler she frowned softly and made her way over to the bed slowly.

“Hey are you okay?”

Tyler shook his head and got off the bed. He needed to have a little space between them before he did this. Swallowing back the nervousness he took a moment to collect himself, letting a neutral bored look settle on his features then turned back to her. Y/n the girl who meant more to him then anyone else, his light in this fucked world. They’d known each other all their lives and yet over the course of the time they were dating, his feelings hit fast.

“Look I know this is sudden and out of nowhere but I just I don’t think this is going to work out anymore. And by this, I mean us. I’ve given it some thought and there’s not really any point in letting it drag on. It’s better if we just end on good terms as friends or whatever.”

Tyler glanced over, seeing the shock on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke. He knew this was going to devastate her, but he needed out. He couldn’t handle all this emotion and feeling, everything else that came with having a serious stable relationship.

Y/n stared at him and swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to process everything he was saying. He was right this had come out of nowhere, she thought that they were doing amazing at the present time in their relationship. Sure, they had spats like every couple, but they always managed to work through them in the end.

“Where is this coming from? We’ve been together for nearly eight months. What changed, what went wrong? What did I do to make you feel like you needed to end this?”

“You didn’t do anything there’s no point trying to explain it I just know that it’s best to end things where they are before one of us ends up getting hurt…worse.”

“I thought you loved me. How can you say you love someone then go and do this without giving me a real reason as to why. I don’t want to lose you Ty please baby there has to be something we can do to work this out.”

“We’ll always be friends you won’t lose me completely this is just for the best; I do love you Y/n..in a way but I just know we can’t continue this it has to be over. I got you another room, so you don’t have to go to the airport this late.”

Grabbing the new key, he held it out looking at the wall to avoid watching the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. Tyler knew she was hurting but he couldn’t let this relationship go on and it was best that she hated him for now then for things to continue as they were. In the end he was worried about breaking her even worse.

Sniffling Y/n stood up and quickly went about gathering her stuff, Tyler watched her pack everything. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He wanted more than anything to stop her, but he knew he couldn’t. When she had everything, she went to the door stopping with her hand on the knob just hoping he would change his mind. Sure, she could yell and scream but the thing she wanted most was for him to be happy. And if ending their relationship was going to make him happy then she wasn’t going to stop that. Walking out she closed the door behind her, leaving Tyler alone with the memories and a empty feeling in his chest.

*Present* Y/n stared at the tickets that laid on the table in front of her in an envelope. After the call she received from Taz a few days ago she was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand why he would want her to fly all the way out to Chicago because Tyler wasn’t acting himself. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the night she left his hotel room. After having her cousin grab the few things, she had at his apartment she hadn’t had any contact with him. Of course, she had asked after him and even tried to send a text, but it failed to deliver.

Taz had told her he couldn’t figure out what else to do, Tyler wasn’t talking to him like he normally would. He wasn’t talking to anyone or being himself, and this was the last thing Taz could think of. Tyler and Y/n had been close as could be even before they dated so he was hoping that she could help. 

Honestly as much as she loved Taz and wanted to do this for him, she couldn’t just forget about all the hurt and anger she had felt at the way Tyler ended things between them. He couldn’t even be decent enough to give her a straight answer as to why he was breaking up with her. She’d spent weeks and months afterwards trying to think of what could have gone wrong and she kept coming up blank. 

“Tyler made his choice he obviously didn’t want me there anymore, he ended things between us why should I care if he isn’t acting right?”

Standing she felt all that old anger coming back to the surface as she stared down at those tickets.  “I really think he needs you Y/n”

Taz had told her; she had never heard that desperate tone in his voice before and knew that he must be really worried about Tyler.

“If he really needed me then he never should have left.”

Y/n turned her back on the envelope and made her way into the bathroom to have a hot bath. Maybe she would know what to tell Taz after spending some more time thinking. The flight was for tomorrow evening. Slipping into the hot bath y/n rested her head back on a towel, her eyes closing as the water gently swirled around her. She couldn’t help her mind wandering when she closed her eyes, thinking about Tyler brought back memories that she tried her hardest to keep buried in the back of her mind.

*A year ago* “Ty what if we get caught by someone?”

“We won’t baby, nobody ever comes down this it’s too far in the arena so we’re safe.”

Tyler whispered holding Y/n’s hand as they made their way down a dark hallway. He had just finished a match and despite still being in the arena; Tyler needed her now. He just couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel. Stopping short Tyler turned pressing her against the wall, Y/n gasped at the contact of cold cement seeping through her shirt making her shiver as his warm body covered hers. Tyler’s lips met hers in a hungry kiss, his fingers pressing into the skin of her hips, Y/n let out a soft moan as he rocked into her. 

“Been thinking of doing this all-day angel ever since we got out of bed this morning.”

“Ty please I need.”

“Shh I know baby just be a good girl and wait. I’ll give you just what you need.”

He kissed across her jaw and down her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt touching as much skin as he could. Her nipples pebbled under his touch and soft moans fell from her lips as he worked them between his fingers. Tyler couldn’t help the smirk that covered his lips at the sounds she was making.

“As much as I love playing with your tits my dad will be looking for us soon.”

He chuckled softly before yanking her pants down to her knees a soft gasp falling from her.

“Fuck you’re already wet for me and I’ve barely done anything.”

He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her core through the new panties he just bought her. Y/n whimpered and whined as he pushed the fabric to the side. Pulling his own shorts down he fisted his cock stroking it a few times before slowly sliding into her. Y/n moaned head falling back as he laced their fingers together, rocking his hips forward.

“So, fucking tight.”

He hissed giving her just a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulled out thrusting back in.

“I love you Ty baby so much.”

Y/n cried out her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved in and out of her, Tyler’s eyes met hers a gleam of happiness in them.

“I love you too starfish, forever.”

*Present day* Wiping the tears away Y/n huffed and reached over grabbing her phone sending a quick message to Taz.

‘I’ll be there tomorrow evening.’ ~ Taz watched the flights flash across the board, she should be off the plane and walking over to the baggage claim any moment now.  Looking around Taz smiled mover making his way over when he finally spotted her, waiting till she grabbed her suitcase and turned around.

“Taz!”

“Hey firefly it’s so good to see you kiddo!”

Hugging her tightly he kissed the top of her head and grabbed her suitcase offering his arm for her as they made their way through the airport.

“Thanks again for coming Y/n I know that things haven’t been good between you twos but I’m worried and nothing else is working.”

“Are you sure he’s going to want to see me?”

“Honestly yes I do. You should have seen the way he was after you left, I don’t know why he ended things, but he was a mess afterwards. He doesn’t know that I heard him every time I passed his room or went to his door. I’ve told him more than once that breaking it off with you was stupid but he’s a grown ass adult. Here we go let’s get in and head for the arena he has a match tonight, so we’ll keep you hidden until afterwards.” 

“What are we going to do if he gets mad and tells me to leave?”

“If you knew how miserable he’s been for the last eight months or so especially these the last few weeks even. I think seeing you would be more than good for him even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Maybe the two of you could finally talk and you can find out why things ended the way they did. If he really doesn’t, well then you can explore Chicago for a few days before going home. Or there is a ticket for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, having some closure would be really nice if I’m honest.”

“Closure yeah.”

Taz nodded holding the door for her to get in the car and walked around getting in the driver side.  Nodding y/n went silent for a moment she had tried to figure out once again why he had left but she couldn’t and unless Tyler told her she would never know. That was another reason why she had eventually agreed to come all the way out here.

Taz really was hoping that this would be good on both ends for the two of them. Making the drive to the arena they talked about a bunch of different topics, the closer they got the more nervous Y/n became. Yes, she had always hoped to see Tyler again, but didn’t think she would. Y/n also hoped she’d be able to keep her cool when she seen him. But part of her couldn’t help arguing that he deserved her anger after all. 

Parking the car, they slipped in through a back door and made their way down a couple hallways. Opening a door that was labeled HOOK, Taz stepped inside setting her case down and stepped to the side so she could enter. 

“I have Tyler in my locker room for now he won’t be in here until after his match if you need me at all just send me a text. Here’s the remote, and this is the wifi password I’ll talk with you soon, sorry to rush but I need to get to commentary.”

Watching him leave, y/n looked around and sat down she couldn’t believe she was here again. Turning the tv on she searched for the channel that would play Dynamite. She hadn’t seen one of Tyler’s matches in a few months, so she was intrigued to see where his storyline was... 

When his music hit Y/n’s breath hitched as she waited and then there he was, Taz was right he wasn’t himself. The rest of the world may not be able to tell very well but she could she knew Tyler better than she did anyone. Or at least she had, that’s why she was hoping he would be willing to see her tonight. The expression on his face and the lifelessness in his eyes. Shaking her head Y/n focused her attention on the screen watching as the match played out he was still just as fantastic as he’d always been. 

“Come on Tyler.”

She whispered and smiled when he got the pin, Tyler stood up lifting his title then slipped out of the ring. 

‘He’s on his way back just give it a few moments, good luck kiddo text if you need something’

‘Okay thank you’

Putting her phone on silent Y/n stood up and took a few breaths to calm herself down as she waited. When the door handle turned, she prepared herself and watched the door swing inward. His head was down so he didn’t see her right away until she spoke.

“Hello Tyler.”

Tyler’s head shot up quickly, he blinked rubbing the back of his head okay he must have been hit in the head too many times. Either he was hallucinating or Y/n was actually right in front of him.

“Y/n? What are you? Is it really you? How are you in my dressing room? What are you doing here?”

“Your father got ahold of me he said you haven’t been yourself lately and was hoping I could help somehow.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders biting her lip as she watched him the door finally shut closing them in together. 

“And you came here just for that? I didn’t think..I mean after everything I wouldn’t have expected you too.”

“Well, I hadn’t really planned on it at first but I was hoping for some closure but yeah, he said he thought you really needed me. And well I have some of my own reasons.”

Of course, it was his dad that got ahold of her, the thing he’d wanted to do for weeks and couldn’t bring himself to.

“What’s going on Ty, what’s the matter with you?”

Hearing that nickname sent a wave of sadness over him and a lump in his throat he had to swallow around. Tyler ran a hand through his hair, an action that was all too familiar to y/n he walked over until she was in arms reach. 

“Feels like everything is crumbling around me I can barely sleep; I just feel so lost and I can’t seem to catch a break mentally.”

He mumbled as his eyes ran over her features, he couldn’t believe that she was actually in front of him right now.

“Have you ever felt like everything around you was just fine? The world in your immediate vicinity is doing rather well.  But for you internally, mentally whatever it feels like nothing will ever be right again, and you can’t block out the world completely, so you just try to ignore it.”

Nodding her head slowly as she listened to him speak Y/n watched his expression.

“Yeah honestly I have, still do at times. How long has it been like this?”

“The night after Double or Nothing, when I…broke things off between us it was hard for a while then I thought it was getting better. But it wasn’t nothing has been good since that night and it’s just getting to be too much at this point.”

Y/n felt her heart break at the vulnerability in his voice. If there was one thing that never changed it was the way she always responded to his emotions. She wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but she couldn’t bring herself to. The feelings of hurt and anger were still welling up inside of her.

“Before I do my best to try and help you, I need to know something. Why did you end things Tyler? If things are so bad, why did you end it between us? And I want the real reason because after talking to your dad I’m starting to believe what you were spewing before wasn’t the whole reason. We were doing amazing at least I thought we were, and even the six months before that when you were training a lot. But then suddenly, it’s not working? I want the truth. I at least deserve that.”

Y/n said and searched his face she wanted to know, she needed to know the real reason. Needed to know the reason that caused her to lay awake at night, her tears falling on her pillow as she tried to think of what she did or said that made him leave.

“I told you already we just couldn’t-.”

“Don’t lie to me Tyler and tell me the truth and I mean the whole truth!”

Y/n snapped and cupped his face making him look at her and not allowing him to break eye contact. The feeling of his skin against hers still sent a spark through her but she ignored it.

“Before I was your girlfriend, I was one of your best friends, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. And we almost always knew when the other was lying and that is what you’re doing. Now why did you leave me? Why did you end things between us when they were going so well? You just dropped me, Tyler. Like I was nothing. Like our whole relationship was nothing.”

She said letting him go and paced the floor in front of him she didn’t mean to snap but she couldn’t help herself. She was pissed, and still hurt. Swallowing she blinked back the tears and continued.

“Instead of being a man and talking to me about whatever was wrong you just tossed me to the side and didn’t even have the decency to try and fight for what we had. You may not have cared or thought I deserved a reason, but I do. I just want to know.”

“Because I was scared Y/n. You’re right, you know me better than anyone and you know that fear is not something I feel too often but when it came to our relationship, I was scared shitless. My feelings got too real, too intense so fast and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just swept it all under the rug and ran.”

Tyler admitted, his head dropping, he didn’t know what else to say but he knew she had every right to know. It felt good being able to admit this to her and he didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it sooner. Then again, he’d grown up a lot during their time apart and realized that just because his feelings seemed to be too much too fast that it was okay.

“I’m sorry, I truly am I wanted to reach out to you a couple months after I wanted to make things better, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I know it doesn’t seem like I cared, especially with the way I went about everything, but I did. I loved you more than I ever had another person. You were everything to me. I wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handled everything. I know that’s not an excuse either but I’m laying it all out like you want.”

He was not used to being vulnerable and hated how it made him feel but maybe letting this all out would be the start of him getting back to normal. He knew that Y/n didn’t owe him anything so to say he was completely surprised when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly was an understatement. Tyler’s arms wound around her waist and held her just as tightly to him and felt like he could finally breathe for the first time in a long time. 

Y/n wasn’t sure how long they stood together like that just the two of them holding each other tightly but it felt good. Tears slid down her cheeks as she held onto him, this was something she’d been dreaming of. The relief of finally knowing it wasn’t anything she did, the anger knowing if he would have just come to her about everything they could of worked on it together. The sadness of all the time they had lost whirled around inside her. But for the time being she pushed it away and just focused on the fact she was getting to hold him again. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this again.”

Tyler mumbled into her neck and reluctantly loosened his grip so he could look at her.

“Probably as badly as I’ve wanted to, I can’t believe that all this time.”

“I know I’m really sorry.”

Taking his hand Y/n pulled him to sit beside her on the couch and rubbed his hand that was still clasped between hers. Tyler shook his head and leaned back against the cushions a soft smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here, how long for?”

“Well, we weren’t sure how this was going to go so I have two tickets one for tomorrow and the other is four days from tomorrow.”

“Would you be willing to keep the second one, I really think we need to sit down and talk all of this out more.”

“I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think that we could talk afterwards if you were willing. So yes lets get your stuff together and head somewhere maybe we could get some food because you really look like you need something to eat after that match.”

“You watched?”

“Yes, I always used to love watching your matches and I haven’t seen any in a while, so you have a lot to catch me up on.”

Tyler’s smile widened as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, he knew this didn’t fix anything, but he still couldn’t help himself. They gathered their suitcases and made their way out of the arena to the parking lot where his rental car was. While putting their suitcases in the backseat Y/n sent a quick text to Taz then climbed in the passenger seat.

‘Going to get something to eat and then talk with him we have a lot we need to deal with’

Taz pulled his phone out since it was a commercial break and smiled as he read over the message sending a reply wishing her the best of luck and then sent one to Tyler.

‘If it works out treat her right this time boy don’t let your fear get in the way of what or rather who you love most.’

*Seen*

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"Selfish"

One Shot - RPF

Characters: Ethan Hawke

Posted: Dec 29th

WARNINGS: fluff, absolute fluff, gross fluff, tiku doesn't write this kinda fluff but here you go. Smut is hinted at.

A/N: sometime your friend asks for a story and it happens... really hope this is what you wanted @cevans-is-classic

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work** 

“Baby, I'm home!” He called a little chuckle curving his lips. It never ceased to amaze him that such a small inside joke would please him so much, he dropped his keys in the dish and toed his boots off, slipping them in place.

He was exhausted, the day of filming had taken longer than he expected and he had kept up well enough with your texts throughout the day, but he had eventually sent you one that explained he wouldn't respond till much later.

You understood of course and he had grinned at the heart and kiss emojis you sent his way. Along with one that saluted him, another inside joke. “Yessir” it was you being sassy, joking that he was older, he knew it was in fondness and he loved it. You. He loved you.

He sighed heavily as he stepped into the darkened living room, scanning his phone for last minute details about work and leaning a hip against the couch, he nearly jumped out of his skin when you shifted on the couch beside him.

Ethan looked up to realize the TV set was not off, but merely in rest mode. If he touched the remote he just knew there would be a documentary on or some true crime shit. Setting his phone on the stand nearby he leaned down to rest his arms on the backside of the couch, one of your legs was uncovered, bright sock sticking out. He tried not to laugh loudly, softening as he took in your sleeping face. He carefully reached out and ran a single finger down your face, smirking as you scrunched your face. He repeated the motion, a memory of you atop him gasping softly as he ran his finger along the curve of your jaw. ‘Beautiful…’

“Beauty..” He hummed softly, he remembered when you had first met.

He had called you sweetheart and you had corrected him, reminding him of your name. “Why?” He had asked.

“Stop that,” you chided him, “nobody calls me those kinds of names. Certainly not someone like you, I'm just here to help. You'll forget about me eventually.”

“Uuughhh!” You moaned, catching his wrist in your hand while simultaneously kicking the large furry soft blanket off you. “Stop that!” You mumbled sleepily.

Ethan dropped his head to the side, he couldn't help but grin, you had that effect on him. He couldn't not smile when you were nearby, just like he couldn't not look at you, even while others spoke to him bright blue eyes slipped to your form, tracking your moves. “Hey there love.” He watched your face color as you sat up and decided he would never tire of it.

You yawned, the shoulder of your oversized shirt slipping off exposing skin, “hOOoow was your day?” You asked around the yawn, legs stretching as you blinked rapidly and rubbed at your eyes with your free hand, the other still locked around his wrist.

You were selfish, he found. Once he stepped into your space, once he made certain you understood you could touch he couldn't keep your hands off him. Simple little things. Your fingers catching his shirt or sleeve, simply bumping into him from behind, fingers slipping into his pocket. He would pull you in under his arm silently, even if he was speaking to another, you hated when he ruffled your hair but stood patiently while he did so.

He was selfish, maybe.

Maybe he loved you too much.

Moving you into his place, within a couple months of dating, but it turned out you had a knack for fixing homes. His bare walls filled up with interesting pictures– “we don't even have a baby… why is this on our walls?”

“It's a conversation starter?” You had answered, “see? Conversation started…”

He laughed, but his items were never thrown out or moved far from their original spot. Blankets were placed on the couch and extra pillows, he didn't understand until he'd gotten in from a long day and fell asleep on said couch, he had been warmed and the pillows soft, before he would wake to an achy body.

To him, you were magic.

You reached up, fingers scratching along his scruffy jaw, making him hum contentedly. “Did you eat?” You asked, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch, losing contact with his face as you stood.

Ethan wrapped his fingers around your hand, watching as you smiled sleepily and followed his direction around the couch and in front of him. “I did eat, what about you? Hiding under large blankets?” He asked, easily slotting his large frame against yours, he needed it, maybe he had become too accustomed to having you touch him. It didn't matter, he needed you touching him.

“I ate,” you hummed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours softly. You smiled into the kiss, a little dazed at the sudden affection but not complaining.

“Still sleepy?” He asked, breath warm on your lips. You nodded, hands slipping around his slim waist and snuggling closer. “Perfect…” he hummed, walking you towards the bedroom, “I'm going to curl up around you and you cannot deny me.”

“Oh nOoOo! The travesty of it all,” you laughed breathily as you clutched at him to keep your balance.

Ethan didn't turn on a single light, instead patting the soft night light you kept beside the bed.

“It is not a night light!” You protested.

“You use it at night?”

“Well - yes..”

“Is it to brighten the entire room?”

“Tsk, well no–”

“Use it to see just enough?”

You scowled, arms crossing over your chest as you refused to answer.

“It's a night light and I love it, just like I love you,” he had laughed softly, looking back at his book. It took a moment, but he realized he had said it aloud and then sighed softly at the quiet overtaking the space between the two of you. “Baby, it's alright, you don't have to say it back, it's just how I feel” he looked up when he heard a soft noise, panicking when he realized you were in tears, he dumped his book on the floor, the bookmark skidding across clean hardwood floors as he scrambled across the bed to capture your face in his hands, “no, no, what? What is it?!”

“You weren't supposed to say it before me!” You managed. “We just moved in together and everything was so fast… I was going to say it but- but –”

He laughed, magic, you were the magic people talked about in scripts, the magic that made dealing with everything worth it. Magic that made him happy to wake in the morning. “I take it back!” He laughed, swiping at your face, “I take it back” he said softer, pressing a kiss to your lips, “now you say it…”

“I love you,” you said, voice wavering softly as he kissed you, “I love you,” you repeated, more confidently this time, laughing softly against his lips.

“Jus’ a minute,” you whined softly as he directed you to bed, wrapping yourself around him, seeking out his warm body.

“Baby,” he hummed, “I need to change.”

“Okay…” You pouted, untangling yourself and climbing into bed, watching as he undressed and slipped into PJ'S, quickly scooting into him once he was in under the covers. “Ethan..”

He pressed his forehead to yours, thumb gently running along your jaw, “hmm?”

“I'm glad you're home,” you answered softly, eyes closed, already slipping back into the dark realm of dreams as he tangled his legs with yours.

“Me too baby,” he hummed, watching you drift off into sleep.

He was in love.

Too far in it to escape, not that he wanted to. No, he had been wrong, you weren't the selfish one. He was.

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[first-edition]

Sunday love

Pt2

(Dont really care but there are spelling and writing errors i didn’t feel like editing)

"Southern belle"Reader × Cowboy! Bucky

Sum- You're back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.

CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, smut, p-in-v Unprotected-ish, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, oral fem reviving, short hand job, profanity.

You sit in the back on the ambulance as the paramedics finished wrapping up your arm.

“Thanks.” You say they nod. You hop down from your seat seeing your mom Steve and your sister rushing to you.

“I’m fine I’m fine don’t-“ you sigh as your mom pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Erk mom air.” You say she pulls back

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know about after that hug but the split arm yeah I’m fine.” You snidely remark.

“You got your self into a right bitch showdown.” Peggy says

“I didn’t even do anything. I walked in and she chucked the bottle at me I already gave my statement to the police.” You say

“You can sue her. We can get lotsa money” Peggy says

“Stop…where’s Bucky?” You ask frowning not seeing him around.

“Inside still he’s pretty pissed about the bar.” Steve says.

“Take my mom as sister home would tab I’ll go see him.” You say walking passed your family and back to the establishment.

Entering you see Bucky holding a broken glass in hand as he sits on a bar stool.

“Bucky?” You ask walking up to him he immediately looks up and stands placing the glass down and rushing to you.

“You alright?!” He asks

“I’m fine just a scrape” you say holding up your heavily bandaged forearm. He frowns at you knowing it’s bull.

“Got 14 stitches.” You say.

“Fuck.” He says.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Besides I’ll get a cool scar almost as cool as yours.” You say.

He chuckles.

“You want help cleaning up?” You ask.

“Not while ur injured.” He says

“Come on, I’m numbed up pretty heavy right now let me help at least till anesthesia wears off beside I let Peggy take my car so I’m stranded here.” You says

“Alright fine I don’t want you touching the glass or lifting shit so just sweep.” He says

You nod as you walk over grabbing a broom. And begin the chore of cleaning

————

You and Bucky clean and talk, laugh he mops up the spilled alcohol contents and moves the tables back.

There’s a static nose and music begins playing.

“Ah I forgot about that.” Bucky says looking over to the increasingly old jukebox.

“What?” You say

“My great great granddad had that installed here it once in a while it’ll go off and play music I thought I got it fixed, guess it’s back up again whatever.” He says

“I think it’s cool.” You say he gives you a small smile before going back to cleaning. You involuntarily hum along to the music which happens to play the song you listen too on repeat when ever it’s Sunday.

“I want a, a love that’s on the square, can’t seem to find somebody, and someone to care…” you softy sway and sing along.

Bucky takes notice to your antics and puts down the mop walking over to you. Your back facing him. He places his hand on your lower back kindly turning you to him before taking the broom Out of your hand placing it to the side.

“What are you doing?” You giggle as he takes your hand in his pulling you closer to him.

“Dancing with you.” He says a smile forms on your face as you look up at him. You softly sway to the music as if he’s from the 40s.

“My parents would listen to this song every Sunday and dance in the kitchen. It was thier wedding song.” You ramble.

He looks at you perfectly content as he pulls you closer to him chest to chest.

“When my dad went off to afaganistan my mom would dance with me in the kitchen to it…I um…I rember when the marshal came with my fathers uniform and flag and told my mom he was gone…she hugged his uniform and danced by herself all morning, this song on repeat.” You say resting your head against him.

“Later I found myself listening to it every Sunday.” You say

“Hmm that’s one another thing we have in common now.” He says you look up to him. He brushes his thumb against your chest.

“What our dead fathers?” You joke he chuckles and nods.

“That and Sunday means something else other than the end of the week day.” He says. He’s about to explain but you cut him off pressing your lips against his kissing him. He kisses back. Continuing where you both left off in the barn.

His hands roam your waist and yours untangle fingers in his hair he walks you back into a table as you sit utop it. Your hands move from his hair to his chest and stomach where you can feel his abs through the black shirt.

Your hand move under the shirt only breaking the kiss when he pulls back for a second to speak.

“I-i dont have anything.” He says his bright blue orbs dusky.” He sighs

You shake your head. Bringing his hand up you your arm as you runs his finger over the raised scar and bump letting his feel the implant.

“I got it covered.” You say he chuckles shaking his head as you pull his shirt off and over his head. He leans back to you to continue the kiss only for you to stop eyes glued to his toned front. Seeing scars littering his chest.

The most prominent one where his black and gold prosthetic meets his skin the marks of scratching and poor attachment from the silver one he had before.

“I-I know it’s ug-“ he says getting cut off by your lips on his chest kissing his scars as your thumbs feel along his abs. He groans his grip on your hips tightening. Your kisses move over to his prosthetic scar grazing it before kissing his neck and finding his lips giving them a peck.

“You’re beautiful.” You say.

He sighs not sure he’s heard anyone call him beautiful before and he quite likes it.

Placing his hand hand on your cheek he kisses you again passionately. Trying to Unbutton your flannel he rips it down the middle buttons flying off. Revealing your bras the motion from the broken shirt causes you cleave to jiggle making Bucky stir in this pants.

He kisses down your neck to your cleavage licking and sucking marking your chest and neck up easily. his hand snakes up your back and skillfully unclasps your bra. It falls off your shoulders and chest exposing you to him.

He gladly takes your breast in hand gripping it as he suckles in the other your nipple being swirled around his tounge. Making you cry out for him.

He pulls back a string of saliva snapping as his once bright blues are dusk with a sheen of lust. They flick to your bandages arm.

“Mm-mm” you say moving your other hand down your bodies palming his dick through the straining black jeans.

“Ah-f-fuck.” He gasps his metal hand gripping the table. The wood splitting under his grip as you slip your hand into his jeans feeling just how painfully hard he is.

You relieve him by pulling off his belt and snapping the button off his jeans. He pulls them down revealing his cock. Somehow it’s pretty. Perfectly shaped and colored.

Biting your lip you take it into your hand stroking it send a shiver up Bucky which prompts him to place his metal hand around your neck making you gasp and grip his cock.

“S-sorry.” He grunts pulling his hand away only for you to grab it again keeping the cool metal flush against your neck.

“Don’t pull away.” You gasp.

“I-“

You cut him off by kissing him he kisses you back after being reassured.

His hands move your waist to your pants unbuttoning and pulling them off.

“Lay back doll.” He says you let go of him laying back holding your self on your elbows.

His hand moves from your neck to your lower stomach pressing down lightly. His other presses a thumb against your clit making you gasp before he presses two fingers into your cunt. He groan at the feeling of you.

“F-fuck..” you shakily moan as he immediately find your g-spot pressing and stroking it.

“B-Bucky..ngh.” You lay flat on your back no noticing he kneels down face to face with your gorgeous pussy.

Holding out his tongue he presses it to your clit tasting your swirling. A choked gasp leave your mouth not expecting him to feel this good. If he can do this with his mouth and fingers what wonders can he do with his dick.

Lost in pleasure your hand covers your mouth out of habit as you quiet yourself. He pulls away from you standing as he feels you clenching around his digits, ultimately denying you of finishing.

“Look at me doll.” He says you open your eyes seeing him as he kisses up your body giving your thighs a squeeze as he pushes them up so set himself between you.

“Take that hand off your mouth and let me hear you scream my name.” He says says. His southern accent erupting from thick throat. The comment alone could make you cum.

You take the hand from your mouth.

“Good girl.” He speaks again before glancing down angling his dick to you. Your eyes go wide at the comment once again. You rock your hips brushing his tip against ur entrance.

“What? You like that…hmm being called a good girl?” He says his pupils blown with lust.

“Y-yes..” you say

You feel him push his length into you. His moan makes you melt as he basically whimpers to the feeling of you stretch around him.

His hands cup your breast as he begins to thrust the fat of your breasts jiggle prompting his to kiss your buds.

your nails scratch into his back as he leans forward to kiss you muffling the sounds you make. You can hear the sound on metal scraping against the wood of the table under you as you pull him closer to you rocking your hips against him.

His metal hand grips your thigh as he draws in a shaky breath breaking contact with ur lips.

“SH-shit y/n…” he gasps as you feel his cock twitch inside you making you smile. Your smile immedetly fades when he pulls out of you all together the empty feeling pissing you off.

“I ain’t cumming before you doll.” He says pulling you down to the edge of the table and lifting you before flipping you over and lightly pushing your front back down to the table before he thrusts back into you.

“A-ah ah…fuuuck.” you choke out the moans as his dick strokes your g-spot over and over immediately making you cum with a whimper.

You claw at the table as he absolutely rails you into oblivion. His hand moves from your hips to your cunt his fingers instantly finding your clit circling it overstimulating you.

Your knees go weak as you start you crumble under the pleausre.

“Stand up.” He barks at you slapping your ass. You listen legs shaking as he wraps his arms around your waist holding you up. You feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach once more. Buckys thrusts stagger as he cums with a rough thrust leading you two your second orgasm.

You feel buckys lips kissing your back and shoulders. He moves youre hair to the side kissing your cheek. He makes his way to youe neck only to hesitate when he sees the forming bruise.

“Im sorry..” he says before slipping out of you. You frown at his sudden pulling away you stand only to go baby deer and your legs give out. Before hitting the ground you’re caught by him.

“I got you.” He says holding you up. His eyes search your body seeing the reddending skin where he was gripping you.

“Mm my eyes are up here.” You say looking at him. He looks up at you.

“You alright I didn’t hurt you did I” he says running his thumb over your neck. You shake your head and look back at the table seeing it cracked and scratched and visibly damaged.

“I think the table is worse than me.” You giggle looking back at him.

He nods before pecking your lips.

“H-hold on.” He says reverting back to his quiet self as he sets you against the table. He pulls up his pants and walks over to a cabnet pulling out a blanket before walking back to you wrapping it around you.

You smile at him. He scrambles around the room picking up the articles of clothing placing them next to you as he then helps you redress as he give you his own shirt for ripping yours.

“Would you maybe like to stay? I could take you home in the morning.” He says.

“You sure? I dont wan to intrude i-“ you begin “please. Stay” he says.

“Okay.”

[lavendertales]

Hi!! I love your TLOU writings! Do you think there's anyway you could do a Joel Miller (Pedro) x f!reader with a tall reader? For reference Joel is 5'10 or '11 and I'm around 6'2

It can be smut, fluff, whatever you feel. It's just rare to find fanfics with taller readers 😂 (bonus points if they're plus size)

Thank you so much!!!

as a pretty tall person too, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. You're so right, it's rare to see fics with taller people, so let us remedy that, shall we?

Lover—Joel Miller x tall, plus size!f!reader

word count: 609

A/N: this is mostly just fluff with a very smitten Joel Miller. hints of smut, though nothing explicit. Nonetheless, as a lot of my works and my blog is 18+,

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

gif: @olisgifs

There have been eyes on you since the day you have arrived in Jackson, and months later, there are still eyes on you.

Except now, the eyes that follow you everywhere you go are Joel Miller’s.

And his express something else than the others’; there’s a certain mixture of admiration, awe and desire whenever he looks at you. You’re a tall woman, taller than him even, but he loves that. He loves the way there is more of you for him to adore whenever the two of you are alone. He loves kneading your flesh in between his fingers till it spills from in between; he loves hoisting your legs over his shoulders when he’s fucking you.

He loves every single inch of you, just as you are.

Truth be told, you were astounded at the newfound realization that Joel is borderline unhinged when it comes to you. You hadn’t always had a pleasant experience when it comes to meeting new people, particularly seeing their eyes roam over your tall figure, then dropping to notice the bit of extra weight that your body carried. You were never really bothered by it, you were quite confident with yourself, but sometimes it still got to you.

But ever since you and Joel became an item, any worries you might have had washed away. While he may not have been the most expressive person, and certainly not the most talkative, he showed his care through various acts of service—especially in the privacy of your house.

It was basically impossible to be even remotely bothered by the things that, according to Joel himself, made you an incredible woman.

“You cannot be serious,” you laughed one evening before bed.

“What? You think I’m joking?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Joel’s gaze shifts to your legs, long and teasingly exposed in your gown as you lay beside him. He runs his palm over your calf, teasingly moving upwards to your thigh.

“I ain’t joking,” Joel coos, kissing your cheek, then moving to your jaw. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“My height?”

“That’s right.”

You don’t hide the amusement that your face bestows.

“Not sure how that is a turn on of any sort, but… whatever floats your boat.”

Joel’s kisses go further down your neck, hand touching on your inner thigh now, rubbing the skin there. You smile, closing your eyes and trying to focus solely on the touches, but it only grows your desire more, and you can barely hold your moans to yourself.

“I got so lucky,” Joel mutters in your earlobe.

“I’m the lucky one.”

With Joel, you felt safe and cared for. And you made sure to return his affections tenfold. You enjoyed taking care of him, and you enjoyed seeing that he opened up to you more and putting his trust in you.

“Is it okay if we just watch a movie tonight?” you ask, looking at his face.

Joel instantly removes his hand from your inner thigh, simply caressing your knee. He then pecks your lips and gets more comfortable on his side of the bed.

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I know you probably wanted—“

“It’s okay. What movie do you feel like watching?”

“Well, I heard they’re playing Rush Hour at the cantina.”

“Sounds good.”

These are the moments that always reassure you that you have a great man by your side. In these moments, it’s more than your looks. It’s about safety and comfort, the feeling of coziness that Joel brings to you every single day.

You’ve never felt more confident or loved than when you were with Joel Miller.

[yourimagines]

Can you do a nate diaz smut where she teases him and turns into a smut but they almost gets caught you can do the rest your the best wrighter frfr

Aww thank you 🙏🏻

Stop teasing me

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Teasing, Swearing and fluff

Y/N POV

It was summer and Nate was outside playing with the kids as I was inside, making a snack for them. “Mommy!” NJ runs inside, his hair was wet and droplets of water fell down his face. “Don’t fall.” I warned him as he hides behind me. “What going on?” He giggles softly. “We have a water fight with daddy.” I smiled and cut his fruit down in smaller pieces. “Is he in here?” Nate says as he stands in the door opening, his shirt wet and so was his face. “What happened?” I said out laughing. “Water fight, is he in here?” I shook my head and continued with the preparing the snacks. “You sure?” “I’m sure, he’s probably hiding in the shed.” He hums and runs off. “You should run NJ, he will come back if he doesn’t find you in there.” “Okay, thank you.” NJ walks to the door and sprints off. “Idiots.”

I walked outside with NJ and Nikayla’s snack and something to eat for Nate and I. “Guys! I have some snacks.” I sat the tray down on the table and took a seat, waiting for them. Nikayla was the first one who showed up at the table. “Hi sweetie.” “Hi mommy.” She was wet as well and was a bit shivering. “Are you cold sweetie.” She shook her head and sat down on her chair. “No.” ‘Okay…if you say so.’ I gave her, her bowl with some fruit and poured in some lemonade for her. “Guys!” I yelled again and gave her, her cup. “There you go.” She immediately starts to drink her lemonade. NJ runs up, completely soaked in water. “I’m hungry.” He sits down and immediately digs into his fruit bowl. “NJ, we normally wait for each other.” “Yes NJ.” Nikayla says right after me as she crosses her arms. “Sorry.” I gave him his lemonade and Nate walks up, also soaked in water. “Hi baby.” He smiles and leans over to me. “No! Stay there, you’re wet.” He chuckles and throws his shirt off, revealing his muscular upper body. “Better?” I nodded and he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. “Daddy, mommy made us some food.” Nikayla says as she was still waiting for the signal that she can eat. “I see.” He sits down and I nodded at her, she immediately starts to eat. I gave Nate a wink and he laughs as he eats his sandwich.

The kids were tired after a whole day spending with their dad. I was currently upstairs, putting Nikayla to bed after her bath. “Now it’s time to sleep, here is bubbles.” I gave her, her stuffed animal named bubbles and tucked her in. “I love you mommy.” My heart swelled up and kissed her forehead. “I love you too sweetheart.” She softly yawns and closes her eyes. “Tell daddy I love him too.” “I will.” I turned off her lights and closed her door. Nate was downstairs with NJ, watching some old fights. “Okay, you have 30 min left and then it’s bedtime for you as well.” I said to NJ who was trying to be invisible next to Nate. “Sorry buddy, your mom is right.” Nate says and shot me a wink. I shook my head and grabbed myself a glass of wine and disappeared outside to our jacuzzi. I sat my glass down and slowly peeled my clothes off till I was left in my bikini. “Some me time.”

45 mins later Nate walked up, leaning against the doorpost. “Hey baby.” He says with a sly smile on his face. “Hi daddy.” I say teasingly as I subtly stretch my arms to show my cleavage. He shook his head and walks over to the tub. “I know what you’re doing.” I innocently shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles and got in the tub as well, as he was wearing his swim shorts the whole day. I stretched my legs and lay my feet on his lap, he took the hint and started to rubbed them, I let out a small sigh and lay my head back. “Are they asleep?” “Ni is asleep but jay isn’t asleep yet.” I nodded and started to tease him with my other foot, moving my toes against his stomach. “Baby…stop teasing me.”

Nate POV

She was the whole day teasing me, looking so good and acting so innocent with me that I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m not doing anything wrong.” Her foot started to move again and I grabbed it as well, holding both of her feet now. “Baby stop.” She pouts and I rolled my eyes at her. “You are no fun.” She says and took a sip from her wine. “Baby we can’t, Jay is not asleep yet.” “He won’t come down, he will probably play in his room.” She gently pulls her legs back and moved closer to me, straddling my legs as she sits down on my lap. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders and I held her by her waist. “Come on daddy, let’s have some fun with me.” She ducked her head down to my neck and started to kiss me there. “You want some fun?” She hums and nibbles on my skin. My hands went down to her ass and I squeezed in them. “You sure?” She looks up and nods. “I’m sure.” I started to kiss her and untied her bikini top. My hands roamed around her back as she started to move her hips against me.

I gently pushed myself in her as she softly moans against my shoulder. She starts to move up and down slowly as I played with her tits. “Fuck…you’re so beautiful.” She shyly smiles and grabs my shoulders for stability and moves a bit faster. The water started to hit the sides of the tub and I held her firmly, not waiting her to stop. “So good for me baby.” As I was complementing her I heard a small sound coming out from the kitchen. I stopped her and looked behind me. “Shit.” I mumbled and saw the staircase door was open. “Stay here.” She got off me and I pulled my pants up and got out of the water. “Jay? Is that you?” I walked inside and saw Ni sitting on the sofa with her stuffed animal in her hands. “No daddy it’s me.” “Hi princess, why are you not sleeping?” “Bubbles couldn’t sleep.” ‘Oh fuck that guy.’ “Really?” She nods and walks over. “Why are you covered in water?” “Me and mommy are swimming.” She nods and smiles. “Can you tell bubbles a bedtime story?” ‘No I can’t, your mom is waiting for me.’ “Sure, come let’s go upstairs.”

After a solid 10 minutes of telling her a made up story she fell asleep, I silently checked on Jay but he was surprisingly asleep. I walked quietly downstairs and saw she was still waiting for me. ‘Thank god.’ I closed the door behind me and got back in the tub. “Sorry, almost got caught by our own daughter.” She giggles and moves on top of me. “Why was she awake.” She asks as she kisses my neck, getting me hard again. “Stupid little animal couldn’t sleep.” “Bubbles?” “Yeah that guy.” She smiles and straks to move her hips again. I got hard again and grabbed her waist. “Let’s finish what we started baby.” I whispered in her ear.

She was riding me so fucking good that I almost nutted in her 10 times before she even got her first orgasm. “Fuck babe, if you keep doing this I’m cumin inside of you.” She moves her hands down my chest and keeps softly moaning my name. “Nate…” my name rolls so beautifully over her tongue, her eyes closed and she was biting down on her lips. “Come on baby, come for me, make daddy proud.” I encouraged her as I couldn’t wait anymore. My hands went down and rubbed her clit. “Come on baby, I feel you…” she was squeezing me the whole time and I started to come. She was close as she hide her face against my neck and scratched my back. “Daddy!” She moans against my neck and I immediately came inside of her as I groaned against her shoulder. “Fuck…” I grabbed her face and she smiles. “Did you…?” She nods and kissed me. “Really?” “Really.”

I cleaned up our mess in the jacuzzi as she went upstairs to make herself ready for going to bed. As I walked down the hallway I saw a picture of our family, smiling happily towards the camera. A proud feeling filled my heart and I smiled at it. “Fuck I’m so lucky.” I went upstairs and checked on the kids, both sleeping peacefully. I walked to our bedroom and saw she was also already asleep, looking so beautiful. I quickly changed my clothes and joined her, pulling her close to me. She whines as I pulled her close to my chest. “It’s okay baby, it’s me.” She immediately relaxes and nuzzles her head against my chest. “I love you Nathan.” “I love you baby.” I kissed her head and she peacefully fell asleep against my chest as I stayed awake for a bit, to admire her beauty.

[szagaloree]

His wife….

Chapter 5

Contains: fluff/acceptance/hint of smut

I took a flight with my crew because we were bored, Quaritch stood back with spider and the rest but knowing her she didn’t want any of his group near spider and if Quaritch wants to prove himself he’ll have to abide by it. “You think he’s gonna change?” Raven asks “I don’t know.. one chance is all he got,” I said sternly, we flew back as spider runs out, “aww you went on a flight without me,” he says I drop down “you were with you’re dad, should’ve asked him,” I said “come on kid before I change my mind,” Quaritch says playfully, “yess!” Spider cheers running to his dad, the girls smirked as they leave heading into the bass “come on mom, we’ll race ya,” he says, “I just got back boy,” I whine, “aww it looks like somebody’s scared to get their ass beat,” quaritch teases I grin,”you sure about?” I question walking back, I got on my ikran and fly off.

Quaritch flies behind me trying to keep up, I smirk till I look back he was gone, I looked around, somehow they ended up in front of me, “haha” spider teases “don’t taunt me spider,” I said with a chuckle as I fly over them, of course we fly back with Quaritch and spider winning, “yes haha we beat youuuu!” Spider teased, I chuckle “yea yeaa, I let you guys beat me, realistically I would’ve won,” I said, “yea okay,” Quaritch laughs. Later on nightfalls, spider was fast asleep next to me, I sighed thinking of a way to get him out of this, he doesn’t need to be in this mess, it’s to dangerous. A knock came to the door making me look up “he’s asleep?” Quaritch asks “mhm, fast asleep,” I said as I move a strand of hair from his face, “a good kid, he’s very curious and adventurous,” he says, “mhm, he got the adventurous trait from you, you always wanted to go on adventures,” I said, I slowly get out of the bed pulling the covers over him.

“I feel like he got the free spirit from you,” he says as we leave the room, “never really considered myself that but I’m my own person and make my own rules,” I said, he chuckles “yea you don’t let down for shit,” he sighs, “what do you need?” I ask “what?” He asks confused “I said what do you need?” I look at him “I don’t need nothin well..something,” he shrugs slightly, I raise a brow “what?” He grins, “I don’t think you wanna know,” he said “I don’t got time for these guessing game Quaritch,” I huff “why you always gotta call me Quaritch?” He cocks a brow “because I can and that’s what I’ll call you,” I roll my eyes we ended up near his room, he chuckles deeply, “mm, gotta lotta attitude hunny,” he said, I cross my eyes sassing him, he put on a menacing smirk has his thick fingers snake their way to my neck wrapping around my throat making my breath hitch in shock. His lips went to my ear “You must not forget who got you pregnant because I tore up that little kitty of yours,” he said sending shivers down my spine, he chuckled “ouuu you like that huh” he taunts like the jerk he is, I didn’t realize i was in his room up against his wall now because of how he had me in a daze, “shut up you jerk,” I said about to move but he presses up against me even more, “I can feel your heartbeat beating out of your chest sweetheart, something’s got you nervous or excited?” He taunted slowly as his hand tickled my hips.

“I..” I couldn’t come up with words the way this man was doing to me, “miles” i whispered “miles huh? You changin up on my babygirl?” He smirks, his lips tickling my neck but he pulls away, “still got that effect on you, after all these years,” he nudged my chin, I huff “get some sleep, I told spider that you would be joining us playing basketball tomorrow,” he said “basketball? Whaaat?” I grin, “what?” He ask I shake my head when I put my hand on the doorknob I was jerked back bumping into his chest “that ain’t the bed,” he said, my eyes go wide “oh hell no!” I scoff but he lifts me up and puts me on the bed bed leaving me flustered, “oh shut your pie hole,” he said as he takes off his boots, he begins taking his shirt off and I just averted my eyes. “Like what ya see babygirl?” I roll my eyes, “kinda like this new body, I wouldn’t think they would make my muscles this detailed,” he said while flexing his his arms, I couldn’t help the urge to stare at his arms, god help me right now! His strong six pack caught my eyes but the arms did it for me, so detailed and muscled it fits his jackass personality. He smirks as he takes off my boots, I yawn getting tired I decito say fuck it and take my shirt off, “woah, look at those coconuts,” he slaps my tits I gasp attempting to swat him as he snickered “leave my tits alone,” I said “ouu you got some milk, quite full mama,” he flirts I roll my eyes even though he wasn’t lying.

I lay back as he crawls into the bed, he chuckles into laughter “what?” I ask, “you look like you’re suffocating over there,” he wheezes “shut the fuck up,” he laughs even more “whoever made my breast this big can go to hell,” I huff shifting my body to the side so I can breathe better, the real struggles of a women with big breast even in my human body I had big breast and I couldn’t lay on my back a certain way unless you wanna get suffocated by your on tits. He smirks “loose that smirk you idiot,” I said, I look at his arm I decided to trace my finger over his muscle, “I remember you used to do that all the time,” he says while staring into my eyes, I hum looking up into his yellow eyes, the admiration and nostalgia, he leans over a bit to kiss my forehead, I sighed feeling my sleepiness take over my body while Quaritch took this moment to gently pull me closer to him.

[arrianna21]

Just read the update for caramel eyes, mocha paws and AAAA i cant believe its him!!! djsksk i’m so excited!!! this is super good!!! and i love how warm this story is!! i love every little detail and its super special because its like i can feel all the smells and touchs too! so so good!!

Zero, my precious lovely, I’m so glad you enjoyed the latest chapter! And yes, he’s finally been revealed~ That’s great you were able to feel the senses too! It’s something I try to put emphasis on because I really want readers to be able to fully experience it! Thank you so so much for this sweet message!! 

[joenotexotic99]

Natasha trace x f!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, lice and everything that comes with that, hint of smut at the end

Word count: 537

Lice problems

• You didn't think much of it at first. You only had an occasional ich or two here and there.

• As your scalp got more and more itchy over the course of a week you simply blamed it on dandruff

• It wasn't till you were getting ready for a shower that you noticed small red bumps on the back of your neck

• You forgot about the shower and put your clothes back on and quickly walked over to you girlfriend

• Concern washed over phoenix's face seeing your slightly panicked expression 

• She switched her attention from the email she was reading to you

• "what's wrong pumpkin" she sat up checking over you for any signs of what could be wrong

• "my head" you said shakily while you scratch your head without break. "Itchy" "very Itchy" you shouted. scratching your head more.

• "Alright Alright shhh, it's alright. Here sit" she guided you to the kitchen stool.

• She examine over you scalp 

• "lice" she said as you turned to face her

• You weren't surprised but you couldn't help but frown.

• "Jesus I'm sorry" you sighed as you covered your face.

• "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for love, everybody's gets lice"

• "I know it's just you wanted to relax tonight and now you have to deal with me and this mess" you expressed waving to your head.

• "do not ever think you are a burden, ok?"  She said sincerely. "I much rather have you feel good then to torture yourself for me"  pheonix remarked as she went to grab her car keys.

• Once she was back she would immediately sit you down in a dining room chair and make sure you were extra comfortable considering the circumstances.

• She would read the instructions over and over to make sure she wouldn't mess anything up

• First she's brushing out your hair VERY carefully and would apologize every singe time you made a noise of discomfort.

• Then apply the lice killing shampoo and rub and massage it into your scalp. 

• As you were in the shower pheonix was striping the bed and pillow cases and throwing them into the wash.

• When you finally got out you were back in the dining room chair while pheonix took the special comb for lice picking and slowly started combining them out and putting them in a soapy bowl of water.

• When she was done it was hours later and you were hungry and your neck hurt.

• Yet even though phoenix did all that for you she still carried you over to the couch I full hearted believe pheonix got some muscles

• And tucking you in with your favorite blanket and giving you the remotes to play whatever movie your heart desires.

• While you're laying on the couch phoenix is making your favorite meal.

• And when she's done cooking you guys finally rest and eat. 

• You still apologized for ruining her little time off and every time she insists that you didn't

• However you make it up to her by spending the rest of her time in-between her thighs.

A/n I was inspired to write this because I recently got lice and had to call my friends over to help. However I hope you enjoy this and do not be afraid to request anything.

<3

[sinner-as-saint]

Just A Little Too Much.

(Dark) Mob!Steve Rogers x Innocent!Reader AU

Run-through: You met Steve after your parents got divorced. He was your mom’s ‘special friend’, and you soon began living at his place, along with your mom. You were just 18 and a half then, and Steve became the only man you looked up to after you learnt that your father was sent to prison for unknown reasons. Soon, Steve became the only family you had after your mother started going away on even more trips for work, then came the time where she stopped coming home altogether. But that was alright, because you had Steve. You were his Princess, and he often told you that you needed no one else but him. He would do anything for you, he loved you - perhaps just a little too much. 

Themes: innocent!reader, manipulation, dark!steve, smut, fluff

You woke up from your nap with a faint smile on, feeling a pair of lips leaving soft, warm kisses all over your cheek. 

Steve. 

You immediately felt so warm just knowing he was here; his powerful scent wrapping around you, making you feel safe. 

“Wake up, Princess.” He murmured. “It’s your birthday, you can’t be napping.” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing one could do. 

You heard Steve’s voice, and felt his beard trail after his lips all over your face. You opened your eyes, giggling and realizing that you had fallen asleep on the couch in your bedroom. You looked up to find Steve above you, his strong arm placed on the back of the couch as he bent over slightly to look down at you with his pretty blue eyes. He was dressed in one of his many expensive, well-tailored suits which gave away that he had just finished some call or video conference regarding work. 

“Hi Stevie.” 

His soft gaze roamed your body. “Hi Princess. Come on wake up, you don’t wanna sleep all day.” 

You smiled up at him. “Yes I do.” You said, making him raise his eyebrows at you; smirking. “It’s my birthday, I can nap all day if I want to.” You did make a fair point, he had to admit. 

His smirk morphed into a gentle, calming smile as he reached out to caress your cheek softly. “But I miss you.” 

You shrugged, lazily. “Sounds like a personal problem to me.” 

His lips parted in fake surprise. “Is that so?” 

The moment you saw his hands reaching out towards you, you knew he was planning to tickle you till you ran out of breath and begged him to stop. So you shot up and slipped from his grasp, running away as fast as you could; giggling uncontrollably. 

Steve chased you, chuckling each time you escaped his grasp. “Come here, Princess. You can’t run from me, you know that.” He chased you around the room, watched you as you jumped over the coffee table, the pouf and just as you were about to run into the walk-in closet Steve managed to grab your hand and tackled you down on the bed. 

He had you trapped, giggling and squirming under him. He was a happy man as he looked down at you, pinning your wrists down on the bed above your head, his face so close to yours that he was certain you and him were sharing the same breath. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. 

You eventually stopped fighting and squirming. You looked up at him and smiled as big as you could. You stared up at him and saw the man who was your everything. 

Steve was your everything. Your family was��� absent. Steve said none of them cared about you as much as he did. Steve also said that your father was not a good man, and that’s why he was locked up in jail. You never asked why, or what he did to deserve such punishment, but Steve said that it wasn’t important for you to know so you let it go. Your mom was not here either, she was always out of the country, working. Steve said your mom made work her priority over you, but that was okay too because you had Steve. And he was all you need. 

Steve looked down at you, admiring how pretty his Princess was. When he first saw you around four years ago, he knew he had to protect you forever. You were too precious, too innocent for this world. He couldn’t just stand there and watch this world corrupt you in any way, so he kept you close. He did what he had to in order to keep you under his roof and protection all the time. He made sure you’d never have to worry about anything, ever. 

“Hi Princess.” He murmured again, still on top of you. You gave him a smile which always melted his heart ever since day one. You owned him, and you probably had no idea about all the things he was willing to do for you. 

“Hi Stevie.” To you, he had always been Stevie - your best friend, your family, your protector - your everything. You don’t know where everyone went, or why everyone gradually disappeared from your life once you met Steve. But you had him, and he was all you needed. 

“Happy Birthday.” He whispered, wishing you for the fifth time since this morning when you woke up in his arms. Steve leaned down to kiss the side of your mouth. 

You relished his touch. Steve always made you feel good just by being there, and having all his attention on you was all you ever wanted. You giggled as he kissed his way down your neck. “Thank you.” 

He hummed as he kissed along the neckline of the dress you were wearing. “Did you like your gift, Princess?” Steve asked, kissing along the top of your breasts. 

You let out a quiet gasp of pleasure as you felt him gently nip at your skin. You nodded, “I did. Thank you, Stevie.” You whispered, getting lost in the way he made you feel. You thought of the gift he had given you this morning, it was currently parked in the twelve-car garage of the house, sitting there with a pretty, red bow on top of it. It was your shiny, new dream car. 

“We can go on a drive later, if you want.” He murmured against your skin, one of his hands releasing your wrists, lowering to undo the buttons at the front of your dress. 

You shivered as you felt the warm, slow touches of his lips and fingertips all at the same time. He was always so gentle with you and always so mean to others. He always said that was because you were his precious Princess and other people meant nothing to him. 

A drive with Stevie sounded amazing. Only, he’s always working these days. Would he even have the time? “We could. But then what about work?” 

He froze for a moment, hearing the hint of sadness and uncertainty in your tone. He hated it. He hated that he had been so engrossed in work this past week that you noticed he wasn’t spending enough time with you. 

Steve pulled away and looked up at you. “I’ve been too busy with work lately, haven’t I?” He asked, knowing the answer. The little, sad nod you gave him made his heart hurt. “Aww…” he cooed, reaching up to kiss your nose, “I’m sorry, Princess.” He murmured against your skin and pulled away to look into your eyes again. “How about this, you have me all to yourself for the whole day today and the upcoming week? Sounds good?” 

He didn’t care about how much that would affect the many people who worked for him, all he knew was that his Princess needed him and he would do anything to make her happy. 

You smiled brightly. “Perfect!” 

He chuckled before leaning in to kiss your lips. Slow and gentle at first, before growing more and more needy for you. He pressed his body against yours, allowing you to feel the urgency of his need. You gasped into the heated kiss as you felt his hardness in between your legs. Steve shoved his tongue past your lips, tasting you, stroking the inside of your mouth. You whined when you felt him roll his hips against yours. 

You felt warm, burning with need just as much as he was. And he knew. 

You shivered in pleasure as you felt him kiss his way down your body again, unbuttoning your dress with impatience, his need overpowering his entire being. He needed you, needed to taste you and have you come undone on his tongue, he needed your taste embedded in his brain, not wanting to risk ever forgetting it. 

Steve kissed down the middle of your breasts, down till your belly button and stopped at the waistband of your light pink, lace panties, which matched the bra and the dress you wore. Wanting to tease you just a little, he stuck his tongue out and licked along the edge of your underwear before licking up and down your wet, clothed core. 

He watched you squirm on the bed. Smirking devilishly, he kissed along your inner thigh just to mess with you a little more. He could tell you were slowly giving into the haze of pleasure which washed over you even though he had barely touched you yet. 

“Stevie…” you whispered, closing your eyes and tipping your head back as he nibbled along the soft skin on your inner thigh. “Please…” 

He had to give in. His cock twitched in his pants, straining against the zipper at the sound of your soft moans and pleas. 

He pulled your underwear away from your skin and to the side, exposing your dripping wet folds to his hungry eyes. He could tell just by the look of it that your sensitive clit was throbbing. He hummed in satisfaction, “Prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen…” He whispered more so to himself, reminding himself - not that he would ever forget - that you were his. “Spread your legs for me, Princess.” 

You did, just like you did everything he asked. You parted your legs then supported yourself up on your elbows, watching him. Steve once mentioned that he liked it when you watched him as he pleasured you. 

You let out a moan the moment his mouth touched you. His lips moved along your wet folds as his tongue teased your entrance. His beard scratched your sensitive skin, as your arousal spread all over his mouth. 

“You taste so sweet, Princess.” You watched how Steve closed his eyes, savouring your taste. You were a moaning mess in no time, your whole body electrified at his touch. “Like strawberries and honey.” He moaned at your taste alone, humping against the bed discreetly. He could always fuck you later, but right now was strictly about you. 

Steve moved his hand which was caressing up and down your thigh towards your core. He pushed his two fingers past your entrance and pumped them in and out of you slowly, gradually increasing his pace. He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you moaned louder and louder with each stroke of his fingers against your walls. His mouth moved to your throbbing clit, teasing you further until you felt like you were losing your mind. 

“Stevie…” You struggled to hold back your moans. 

Steve took one look at you and he knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You never could last long under his touch anyways. But he was always more than happy to pleasure his Princess. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, Princess? You can’t hold back from cumming all over my tongue, can you baby?” 

His husky voice made your body throb even more, along with his warm breath fanning your damp skin. You whined in response, dropping down on the bed - your upper body having no strength to hold you up any longer. Steve chuckled. 

“It’s okay, Princess. Cum for me.” He whispered and placed his mouth back on your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of your relentlessly. He noticed the way your legs were shaking slightly. You couldn’t hold the pressure in between your legs anymore so you let go and came violently around his fingers and mouth. 

You moaned out loud, squirming as you came, and Steve lapped up everything you had to offer. He licked each and every drop of your cum as it spilled out of you before kissing his way up your body again. He reached your lips and kissed you deeply. 

You giggled into the kiss. It made Steve smile, he always found it adorable how you were always so giggly after he made you cum. 

Steve pulled away after a while, looking down at your swollen lips and the shine in your eyes. “Want me to order your favorites for your special day? Strawberry and chocolate donuts?” He asked. Those damn donuts were your kryptonite. He often wondered if you loved them more than you loved him. 

You gave it a thought. “Nope.” 

Your answer worried him. And he opened his mouth to ask you why but you spoke up before he could. “Let’s make some cupcakes instead. With strawberry and chocolate icing.” You had missed him so much and you desperately wanted to spend time with him, and what was better than baking together in the kitchen? 

Steve smiled, almost reading your mind. He knew exactly why you had proposed so. He felt a little guilty but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Then he remembered… 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Princess,” it sounded like a warning. “You remember what happened the last time we tried to bake something, right?” His voice sent shivers dancing down your back. 

Of course you remembered. It involved a lot of kisses, chocolate ganache and eventually ended with Steve fucking you right there on the kitchen floor. Your face felt really as that memory resurfaced in your head. 

You nodded. “I promise that won’t happen again, Stevie.” You were the one to blame for that, since it was you who kept teasing him in the first place. 

He hummed in your ear, the sound making your body throb again. “We’ll see about that.” He pulled away and stared down at you. “Okay, come on. Let’s go make some cupcakes for my Princess.” 

You jumped out of bed the moment he got off you. He pulled you close again, buttoning your dress for you while you looked up at him like he hung the moon. 

By the time you made it to the kitchen, Steve had already removed his suit jacket and tie. The black button down shirt was doing things to you but he didn’t need to know that yet. It should be illegal for a man to look that good. While you took out all the appliances and utensils you needed for the cupcakes and icing, Steve’s phone vibrated on the counter. 

He grabbed his phone and took a look at who the caller was. You noticed the frown on his face. 

“Who is it Stevie? Is it work?” 

The discontent in your tone didn’t go by unnoticed. But this phone call had to be dealt with. “No, Princess.” Steve stepped closer and kissed your forehead. “It’s… an old friend. I’ll be back in just a minute, okay?” He kissed your lips briefly and left the kitchen. 

You pouted for a moment but then shook it off. 

Steve went as far away from the open kitchen as he could, just to get out of your hearing range. He had to cross the entire living room to answer the call. Bitterly. 

“What?” He spat at the caller. And he was immediately greeted by a sobbing woman. 

“Just let me talk to her, at least please. She’s my-,” 

Steve cut the crying woman off, like he always did. “She’s your nothing! Nothing, you hear me? She’s mine. Only mine. It’s not my fault you’re a terrible mother who doesn’t care about her daughter’s well-being.” 

He heard more sobbing on the phone. “I didn’t do anything, I just-,” 

He cut her off once again. “Stop lying! You tried to take her away from me!” 

The woman raised her voice. “Because I realized that you’re crazy! I regret the day I met you, the day I let you in my life, in her life. You were a big mistake, and now you won’t even let me talk to my daughter?!” Her anger could be heard despite the tears. “You won’t even let me come home, I can’t even step out of this damn place because your men are everywhere!” 

Steve chuckled. Your mother was abroad, not allowed to come anywhere close to you because… because he didn’t like the thought of having to share your love or attention. You were his. You had him, you didn’t need anyone else. 

“You’re in a luxurious house, with everything one can ever need in it. What are you complaining about? You could’ve been dead, you know? I could have had you killed instead if I wanted to, but I didn’t. You should thank me for that.” 

He received a series of swear words as a reply, which only made him smirk wider. 

“It’s her birthday, Steve. Let me talk to her. I won’t tell her anything about this, please.” The woman begged. 

Steve scoffed. “She doesn’t need you. She has me. Now, don’t ever call here again or I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another day.” He ended the call right in the woman’s face. He carelessly tossed his phone on one of the couches as he walked back into the kitchen. 

You were taking out all the ingredients, weighing them on the scale carefully. You had somehow managed to get some flour on your cheek in the process. Steve smiled, his heart melting at the sight of you. So precious, all his. 

He walked over to where you stood and wrapped his arms around your waist, lowering his head to kiss your exposed shoulder. “Hi Princess.” He murmured, softly. 

You smiled. “Hi.” 

“I love you more than anything, Princess. You know that, right?” He placed another kiss on your skin. 

You turned your head to the side a little, smiling, “I know, you tell me everyday. I love you too, Stevie.” 

-

Midway through, while your cupcakes were in the oven and Steve was getting the icing ready, he noticed a slight frown on your face as you sat on the counter not far from him. 

“What is it, Princess?” He placed the bowl down and stared at you, giving you his undivided attention as always. 

“Hmm?” You looked up at him, “Oh, nothing.” You lied. And he caught it immediately. You were never a good liar. 

Steve walked over to you, stepping in between your legs and placing his hands on your thighs, caressing your skin gently. “Don’t lie to me, Princess. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

You looked down at your lap, his hands inching higher and higher up your thigh. You wondered if you should bring it up, because it always upset him. But before you could stop yourself, you were blurting out the words, “I was wondering why my mom didn’t call me today. She did last year. You think she forgot my birthday?” 

Steve was upset for a moment, before being clouded by jealousy and possessiveness. He tried smiling to hide it. “You don’t need her. If she cared, she’d be here right now. Don’t you agree, Princess?” 

You nodded, lowering your eyes, but Steve could tell you didn’t agree. 

“Princess, look at me.” He spoke, you looked up. “You don’t need anyone. You have me, right?” 

You nodded again, more firmly. “I know, Stevie but-,” 

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Steve slid his hand into your hair and tugged on it gently to make sure he had your attention. “Because what, huh? Is my love not enough for you? Am I not enough?” His tone was gentle but bitter. His eyes were glossier than before. Anger, jealousy, it all ate him up on the inside. 

You stared into his eyes, your own watering a little. Oh no, you didn’t want to upset him. “You’re my everything, Stevie.” 

Those words shook his entire being, and he released your hair immediately. He looked down for a moment, sighing loudly. He placed his hands on either side of you on the counter, pressing his forehead to your chest. “You’re mine, Princess.” He whispered as your fingers slid into his hair, massaging his scalp to calm him down. It was working. “You’re mine and you don’t need anyone else.” He whispered. “We don’t need anyone.” 

You spoke up immediately, “I know. I don’t need anyone. I have you.” You felt him kiss his way up your neck soon after. 

“But you’re still thinking about your mother, are you not?” He sounded bitter. “She doesn’t care about you, Princess. She never has, neither did your father. They never cared or loved you like I do.” He said softly, but his jealousy was hard to ignore. 

“I know, Stevie.” 

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was in a bad mood. He eventually said so himself, “You upset me, Princess.” He murmured then resumed kissing your skin. “I do all this for you, buy you what you want, do everything to keep you happy but it seems I’m not enough.” He whispered against your skin and you shivered at his tone. 

“No Stevie, that’s not-,” 

He shut you up by placing his mouth on yours. He kissed you with all he had in him, pouring out all his emotions - the good and the bad. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you hard and fiercely, not caring that he was biting your lips carelessly. 

You couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss when he swiftly slid you off the counter and set you down on your feet. Steve pulled away and stared into your eyes with love and anger. “I’m all you need, Princess. Why can’t you just accept that?” 

Before you could say something, he turned you around so your front pressed against the edge of the counter and your back to his torso. You gripped the counter as he grabbed your dress on either side and pulled it up until it bunched around your waist. You felt his mouth at the side of your neck; licking and biting and kissing - making your heart race and that intensified when you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I’m gonna show you that I’m enough.” He whispered into your ear. “That I’m all you need, because no one is going to love you as much as I do, Princess.” The sincerity and certainly in his voice sent tingles down your spine. 

You felt him lower your underwear until it reached your ankles. Your heart fluttered and raced all at the same time. You could feel him, pressing against you. His hands on either side of your waist as you pressed the palms of your hands against the cold counter. 

You waited for a moment. Then you felt the tip of his cock press against your folds, slowly rubbing up and down; parting the lips at your entrance. “You’re all mine, Princess.” Steve moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you.

Your grip on the counter grew tighter as you steadied yourself for his thrust, knowing it was coming sooner than you thought. Steadily, Steve filled you up; stretching you all the way like he always did. And he had you whimpering in no time. 

“You belong to me.” He murmured, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. Your mind was foggy as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “Say it.” He demanded. “Tell me you belong to me.” 

You felt all of him. Each time he filled you up entirely, the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, and you moaned out loud each time; your walls clenching around him. 

“I’m yours…” you whispered. Your mind was hazy, by him slamming into you. His thrust was animalistic, and rough. Each time he slammed into you, your front crashed against the counter, achingly. But the pleasure his body brought you made up for that.

“Louder.” He growled. “I didn’t hear you.” He taunted, pulling his face away. His hand flew to your hair and he grabbed a fistful of it, and tugged on it; tipping your head back. “I said louder, Princess.” His voice sounded menacing. 

You whimpered as he pounded into your core. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. “I… I’m yours, Stevie” You said, louder like he wanted. 

The sounds of your skin slapping against one another was downright obscene, and the grunts leaving his mouth was even more sinful. You couldn’t see him, yet you knew he looked absolutely, devilishly handsome with his head thrown back, eyes closed, his lips parted as occasional groans escaped his lips. You could imagine him with the frown of pleasure he always had whenever he fucked you. 

“You better remember that, Princess.” He growled into your ear. “You are mine. I love you, and I am the only one you’re allowed to love back. You hear me?” 

You nodded, moaning as he reached every single sensitive spot inside you. You felt a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in your lower region. You knew you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

And when your walls clenched violently around him, Steve knew you were close as well.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Princess?” he cooed, his voice laced with lust and desire. Seeing you didn’t reply, he tugged on your hair and tilted your head back a little more. He leaned in to kiss your parted lips before pulling away a few inches to spit into your mouth, then leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again. You moaned wantonly as he did. 

“Cum for me.” He slammed his cock harder into you, and your eyes watered. He felt agonizingly good. It didn’t take much for you to come undone after that. Gushing out around his cock, walls pulsating around him; you came, hard.

He did too. With a few strokes against your walls, he came right after you. “All fucking mine.” His warm load shooting inside you, leaving behind his presence as your body shook against the counter.

Carefully, he pulled out. And smiled, satisfied, as he watched how his cum trickled out of you and past your folds. He adjusted his pants and zipped it up. He pulled your underwear up, then finally fixed your dress. 

He leaned in to kiss your cheek. Your back was still against his torso, and his arms were around you. Unable to trust your own body, your hands gripped the counter still. He nuzzled your neck, kissed your skin and moved his lips to your ear. 

“Now tell me, Princess, do you need anyone else? Anyone at all?” He mumbled. 

You shook your head, still hazy. “No, Stevie. You’re all I need. You’re my everything.” You replied, repeating the same words he constantly told you. “I love you.” 

Steve smiled against your skin. “I love you more, Princess.” He added, “Perhaps a little too much.” He meant what he said. 

He didn’t care how many times he’d have to remind you. He would do it as many times as it took, all for you to realize that you belonged to him. There was no one else. No other love, no one else to turn to, nowhere to run. Just him. 

“Now come on, we have cupcakes to ice.” He kissed your cheek before pulling your trembling body away from the counter. 

You smiled up at him. Your Stevie… How could you ever bother about whether anyone else remembered your birthday or not? Stevie was here for you, and he was all you ever needed. He was your everything. You loved him. Only him. 

[philliamwrites]

2022 wips

happy new year everyone ✨

after dumping all my stories on tumblr I sort of just disappeared from the surface and didn’t work on anything major. work’s been hell but there’s an end in sight.

for 2022 my goal is to use tumblr more and work on growing a bigger reader base. i want to write stuff i usually don't (especally smut and headcanons and drabbles) to widen my horizon. though if it comes to the smut and 18+ content, i think i'll make a separate blog for those who don't want to read that.

i'll definitely change the visual's and navigation of my blog, i'm not rlly happy with it as it is now.

so, here are the things i stared working on last year but couldn’t finish any of it, so here’s what i want to publish at some point (not in this order):

[no title yet]

pairing: Noé x Vanitas

tags: au, ghost hunters, falling in love, fluff, mature audiences only because we'll deal with some serious, triggering stuff regarding vanitas, eventual hinted/inexplicit smut

about: while out on a job, noé (ghost hunter) meets vanitas (medium) and he just knows he’ll never see eye to eye with him. but it won’t be the last time their paths cross and if they want to survive whatever the wicked spirits from the beyond hold in store for them, noé has to do the unthinkable: trust vanitas to save them both.

a/n: this has been in the making for so long. after the manga got the anime adaption, i thought it would be good to dive back into vnc but unfortunately, i didn’t rlly find any motivation to keep on working on this one. hopefully with the next manga volume coming out in a couple months, i'll finish this baby.

[the forest of hands and teeth]

pairing: Albedo x Aether

tags: au, mystery, modern setting, bittersweet ending, angst, kissing, supernatual

about: winning the meet & greet special of his favourite cryptid youtuber albedo, aether is beyond happy to finally see his crush in person instead of behind a plastic screen. it was supposed to be a nice away time from college, from mourning his sister’s absence after the fatal accident three years ago. hang out with albedo, venture through the forest in search for cryptids. stay very close to albedo. but albedo has his own reason to allow aether to grow closer to him, one that he might not follow through to the end as he starts to see aether as a friend. perhaps even more, though he doesn’t dare to, for the forest has eyes everywhere.

a/n: now this one. this one is very special to me and i wish i wouldn’t have plotted everything till the end because now i can’t bring myself up to put it into a decent story. it'll certainly happen because coming up with and seeing how both aether and albedo develop during their companionship hit home. this one hopefully might happen sooner than later. i loved the recent event with albedo and his doppelganger and thought maybe that’d give me some motivation but nuuh. genshin in itself isn’t just bringing me joy anymore, so i think this’ll be the last fic for genshin in a while.

[on earth we’re briefly gorgeous]

pairing: Osamu x Suna

tags: au, post-apocalyptic world, supernatural, angst, from enemies to lovers, major character death, mature content, eventual explicit smut

about: in a dying world where osamu’s priority number one is his brother and his priority number two is staying alive, meeting suna rintarou is a danger to both. hunted by monsters, always scared the disease might catch up to them, osamu can’t have another person to worry about; to take up a seat in his heart because he’s already lost too much. but maybe, suna is worth it. maybe, suna is the answer to end all this.

a/n: now this one is also very special. when work started to go downhill, this pairing kept me afloat and going. it's become my top comfort pairing of 2021 and i need to write my own story with them, for them. this was the first idea i had, inspired by eve’s music video [yuseiboushi] that is an abso-fucking-lutely master piece. because the story ends as it ends, i decided at some point i'll write an additional chapter after that (which you don’t have to read if you’re satisfied with the ending of this story) that’s a take on ‘they’re all movie actors and this was just a film and everyone’s happy. also osamu and rin are engaged.’

[no title yet]

pairing: Osamu x Suna

tags: au, photographer!suna, kitsuna!miya twins, mystery, supernatural, urban fantasy, falling in love, hurt and comfort, betrayal, bittersweet ending, japanese youkai and folklore

about: suna rintarou knows desperation isn’t a good look on him, but he still accepts the commission that leads him deep into the abandoned forest. what he expected: rain inside his tent, bug bites, poison ivy. what he didn’t expect: meeting twins looking after a shrine up on the mountain and falling for one of them before unravelling the secret that might end them all.

a/n: the second osarin story i started working on, kinda inspiried by the vibes of sou's [harehare ya]. it's going to be a lot more personal than the other, but hopefully it’ll be as rewarding in that sense. this might also get a sequel, depending on how much i can go back into haikyuu and if i still want to write the atsumu/sakusa sequel to this.

[metal between your teeth]

pairing: Atsumu x fem!Reader

tags: ❗❗18+, minors dni❗❗, time-skip, growing from people with benefits to lovers, falling in love, angst, somewhat of an unrequited love with a certain someone, reader is jackal’s pr manager, lotsa smut tags once i get there, alternating pov

about: atsumu has it all. a sport's career, a great team, enough money to buy a small village and unlimited access to the best onigiri in town (don’t tell osamu that). he’s still young, the world lies at his feet and rarely he doesn’t get what he wants. so when he meets you, and you’re ready to give him your body but not your heart, atsumu does the thing he’s unrivalled at: act like a spoiled child until hopefully, you cave.

a/n: yeah man, haikyuu got me so good again thanks to finally watching season 4 and all those amazing fanfics about atsumu. it's just something self-indulgent, if you squint also a character study. if you wanna be generous, you can call it porn with plot

[no title yet]

pairing: Itadori x fem!Reader x Sukuna

tags: ❗❗18+, minors dni❗❗, dacryphillia, dirty talk, size kink, sukuna has big sexy hands, chocking, spitting, creampie, deepthroat, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, mating press, reverse cowgirl, ooh they (sukuna & reader) wanna fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid, itadori and sukuna switch while railing you

about: it’s in the tags

a/n: do i have to say more. thinking about sukuna taking over when you and itadori do the dirty deed is hot. sukuna is hot. you've been a brat because you thought itadori had control over sukuna. you were wrong. sukuna fucks you into oblivion and back. it's funny. porn without plot ✨

[no title yet]

pairing: Gojo x fem!Reader, kinda Sukuna x fem!Reader if you squint

tags: ❗❗18 +, minors dni ❗❗, unresolved romantic and sexual tension, enemies to people who hate fuck each other to maybe lovers, original characters, original plot, possessive gojo, smut tags and warnings will follow as i work on this/when it's in the chapter but you can expect the usual delicious gojo smut warnings

about: three years ago, unable to continue living as part of the jujutsu world, you left everything behind. but then gojo satoru crashes back into your life, someone you thought you’d long ago cut out from you like a cancer. now you're forced to return to the neverending fight against curses, curse users and people you'd initially thought were on your side—all while trying not to get wrapped up in gojo's games that have far too important things at stake.

a/n: this is inspired by a couple of things. it's basically about a subcategory of special grade sorcerers called 'sacrists' that are vessels to very powerful relics (inspiration of relics used: senki zesshou symphogear) and let's just say some of them are about to go really apeshit and maybe want to kill all sorcerers for the way they were treated.

reader is the vessel of the very first and oldest relic called ame no habakiri (again, senki zesshou symphogear with a huge touch of genshin impact's raiden shogun). i want her to be absolutely stupidly strong—but she doesn't want to be part of anything, cue gojo coming in and ruining her life.

there's gonna be angst, there's gonna be a war, there's going to be delicous fucking. look at it as if it's an arc before shibuya incident arc because no one likes shibuya incident arc ✨

there we go! i can't make promises that i'll work on the other stuff (especially the dawn will come), but i think i've reached the point where i'll try and orphan my other reader inserts on ao3. this year i just want to write what i want and don't pressure or guilt trip myself into writing what i don't want just because the last updates are long ago.

until then, take care everyone✨

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