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P.H. // Part 3; Need To Know

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N; Chapter 3!! Yay! I will not lie I got kind of lazy and burnt out when I finally got to the smut scene, and for that I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys with a future chapter.

Summary; Reader can’t get her mind off of Spencer, which causes distractions at work. Until one day when he catches on.

Category; Smut (Minors DNI!!!)

Content Warnings; Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of masturbation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), Drinking, Mentions of being shot, Kinda Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer (but not by the end of it)

Word Count; 7.2k

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‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

Spencer Reid. The object of my attraction, the man I fell harder for with every stolen glance I could manage to throw his way. I was obsessed, and that infatuation only grew stronger every day that I saw him at work.

When we went out to bars after cases we ended up in an inevitable game of Never Have I Ever like a bunch of high school kids. With Emily and Derek in the group it almost always turned sexual. It started with innocent things such as; Never have I ever kicked down a door -- to which Derek drinks. There were some targeted jabs, I got Spencer a few times when I brought up an activity I was certain he had done -- just to keep him involved.

However he never drank past that. He never took a sip when Emily made a sexual innuendo, or when she brought up one night stands, number of partners, most bizarre location to engage in intercourse. Nothing of the sort got him to break. I figured he was a private guy, never one to boast about his sexual experiences.

It was frustrating, to say the least. It got to the point where I couldn’t think about anyone but him. I couldn’t engage in any sexual activity without my mind shifting to him, the way he might slip his fingers in and out of me, or how skilled he was with his mouth instead of the person I dragged home. No other person could even begin to compare to the remedy I concocted in my mind. I didn’t have any information to base my fantasies on, either.

I had it bad. So bad, that at one point I spilled hot coffee all over myself in the breakroom over the littlest interaction.

Spencer came in just after me, mumbling a small hello before reaching to grab a mug for himself. In the process of doing so his shirt rode up, exposing a small expanse of his lower stomach that had me sputtering as I clumsily missed my cup and instead poured the coffee all over the counter. It ran down and soaked through my pants; yet it wasn’t nearly as hot as the way I felt on the inside.

I couldn’t help but wonder the noises he’d make if I were to suck dark purple marks across that plain of skin...or if anyone ever had before.

The small burn was a fine price to pay for my inappropriate thoughts.

Him being the sweet guy that he is, offered to help me clean up. This proposal ended up with him taking paper towels and patting down my thighs -- not realizing just how suggestive the action looked to me.

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking up at my face from his position below me. He was kneeling on one knee, with a hand planted firmly on the outside of my thigh. His voice was soft yet raspy, and oh how I let my mind wander.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, and borderline ran out the door before he could protest or add anything on.

I headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, try and stop the effect he had on me from becoming too physical.

If I got that worked up over a small piece of skin showing, nothing could have prepared me for the first night we shared a hotel room.

I was in shambles all night, ever since the moment Hotch handed me a room card and explained we needed to double up.

Emily usually roomed with JJ, Hotch and Rossi got their own, and Derek refuses to bunk with Spencer -- if he could avoid it. Much to my luck, this time he did because Garcia was needed for this case, meaning she and Derek would be sharing.

Leaving me with Spencer.

I stood there helpless, eyes burning a hole into the place that Hotch was previously standing. I was panicking on the inside, my body going into fight or flight mode as I went through scenarios in my head.

I was 99% sure I would be embarrassing myself tonight.

“Hey,” Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and shrieked a little bit, and slapped a hand over my heart. “Oh my god, Reid. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

He nodded, eventually realizing that he was still indeed touching my shoulder. He dropped his arm, only to bring his hand back up to rub over his chin.

My eyes darted down to it, watching at the way his veins stood out. It wasn’t the first time I admired them, there were moments when he was going over maps with two fingers where I wondered what they would feel like on my-

“____?”

“What?” I asked, a little too loud for the setting.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“I said we should go inside,” he laughed softly, trying to sooth the tension.

I agreed, stepping past him to start walking to our room. I opened the door with trembling hands, wondering just how hard the following nights at the hotel would be.

“I’m gonna go see Emily and JJ. Ask if they wanna go to the bar,” I said quickly, throwing my bag down just inside the door.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun! Don’t stay out too late. You should get a full night’s sleep.”

“I won’t be long. Don’t wait up!” I called, not looking back to see him before half jogging out of the room.

-----

“I cannot go back in there.”

“Oh, because of your little crush,” Emily laughed, much too loud for the early hours of the morning.

Clearly Spencer’s advice about coming back early didn’t plant itself in my head.

“Yes, because of that,” I confirmed. I was staring down at my drink, wallowing in self pity. It was too awkward to even step foot in there, I’m sure just by the sight of him I’d explode.

“What is it about him that gets you hot and heavy?” JJ teased. “No shame, just curious.”

I fake laughed, ignoring her question.

Everything he did was so intoxicating. Even the most mundane things got my blood pumping hard. Each time he let a small gasp through his lips or when he would whisper to himself, a shockwave went through me, igniting a fire deep inside that was near impossible to put out.

But he was so oblivious. He hadn’t a single idea of the effect he had on me. And that was the most frustrating part.

The first time I noticed my extreme attraction to him was shortly after I joined the team, it was only the third or fourth case I’d had with them. Spencer and I walked to a coffee shop to grab some for everyone, and on the way back he was infodumping.

About what, I can’t remember, for I was too fixated on the way his hands wrapped around his cup as he talked. He’d wave it around, and in doing so his fingers would trace little patterns onto the outside of it. I didn't mean to stare, I just got distracted.

I started noticing more little things after that.

Like the way he licked his lips while deep in thought, his mind consuming him to the point where he looked so concentrated and determined. It was hot, to put it simply. I wanted nothing more for him to be licking my lips, to feel him take such care with my body.

He had always been attractive in my eyes, the young boy was nothing but pretty. Even when his hair was shorter and he gelled it back, pairing the look with his glasses -- that he unfortunately wore less often nowadays.

It was nearly painful to be around him all day every day. My head would constantly be spinning with anxiety, only causing more and more headaches to present themselves. It was like a punishment, one I certainly deserved for the tasteful thoughts I had during work hours.

My crush went from an innocent little thing, to full fledged fascination.

‘I just been fantasizin' (size)

And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

Avoiding him as much as I could seemed like a decent plan at the time. If I kept my interactions low, I could distract myself with other things, and not focus on the way his lips pursed as I conversed with him. I raced up more time staring at his mouth rather than completing actual work by my six month stay at the BAU.

“I’m so fucked,” I nodded, coming to a bit of peace with my downfall.

“Well, you could be. If you told him how you feel,” JJ encouraged.

“No way in hell,” I protested, shooting my head up to make eye contact with her.

“____, there is a very, very high chance he feels the same. And if he doesn’t -- which he does -- he’s too sweet to let that impact your friendship.”

“We hardly even have a friendship. Whenever he tries to talk to me I end up running away. He probably thinks I hate him or something. He probably wants nothing to do with me.”

No objection from Emily or JJ there.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked, changing the pace of the conversation.

“He never speaks to me again. I die of embarrassment.”

“You’re both adults, ____.”

“We are 27!” I shook my head, exasperated. “I hardly even feel like one sometimes.”

“27, exactly. I’m sure by now Reid has gained some experience with talking to women. You’ll be fine.”

“I have absolutely no way of knowing how things will go.”

“Just give him little tests,” JJ suggested. “Like touch him. On the shoulders, compliment him more, really go up to him and make a move. That way if he doesn’t feel the same you can play it off as being platonic.”

I groaned and rested my head on the table dramatically. “You both kinda suck at advice. What am I supposed to do? Waltz into our shared room and confess my love for him? Ask him desperately to dick me down?”

Even though I definitely wanted to.

They laughed at that, saying they were going to bed and wished me luck. Emily advised I should try and ‘get some’ from somebody else, and maybe that would take my mind off of things.

After stalling some more I eventually made my way back to the hotel room, hoping that Spencer was already asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him. But once again, luck wasn’t in my favour.

“Hi,” he spoke softly from his bed.

“Why are you still awake?” I asked, trying my best to stifle a yawn. I threw my sweater down on my bed, before grabbing my go-bag and retrieving my pyjamas from it. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

“I told you not to wait up. Naughty boy,” I joked, finally turning my attention fully over to him.

Which could've been a mistake, based on the way you saw it.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, along with his hair tied up that I’d failed to notice earlier. I froze at the sight, seeing the way his cheeks were dusted a slight red, and lips pink as ever.

His hair was tied up, and I almost dropped dead at the sight. I’d never seen it before. Sure, he sometimes wore an elastic band on his wrist during the work days but never have I seen him actually use one.

“I’m gonna shower and then head to bed,” I said in an effort to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t respond, only turning his head back to the book that was in his hand.

Thankfully when I returned he was asleep, meaning I didn’t have to see him before bed.

The next day was torturous. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head. The view of him so relaxed on his bed was ethereal, the soft glow of the lamp hand illuminated his skin in all the right places. Did he pull his hair back often? Did he casually sit at home with it up? How did he look in different angles or positions? Are there other things he wears or does that I haven’t seen?

The image was just so domestic that I couldn't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.

I was afraid to fall asleep, in fear that my dream may turn adventurous. Quitting my job and moving to a new city seems more preferable than having a sex dream about your coworker while they were in the room.

I was hyper aware of every move he made, always keeping tabs on him in the back of my mind so we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other.

Apparently when I was paying attention on how not to see him, I failed to notice how he had filled out recently. He wore looser pants in the past, ones that didn’t allow much shape to show through.

The next day at the precinct I was in for a surprise though, one that was sure to make me fall to my knees.

And I would have, if it wasn’t for the fact I was already seated in a chair.

Spencer walked in clad in pants that were far too tight to be appropriate for work. Or maybe I was overreacting.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, soaking in his appearance of the day.

It was hot outside, so he decided not to wear his usual vest and tie combo, choosing instead just a white pattern button up and grey tie.

I heard Emily snicker beside me, which earned her a light kick in the calf to shut her up. She got up then, winking at me dramatically before leaving the room to presumably go check in with Derek.

“Hey ____, can you come here for a sec?”

I got up without a word, and walked over to the other side of the room where he was standing at the map hung up.

He went off about the unsub’s possible comfort zone -- things that I’d need him to repeat later because I wasn’t fully listening,

I stayed leaning against the table, just two feet behind him which gave me a perfect view of just how tight those pants really were. They hugged his hips deliciously, I wanted nothing more than to rip them off in that moment. I nodded along dumbly, changing my sight from his ass to his back, to his toned arms that were shown off from him rolling up his sleeves.

It was a fair sight, I don’t really think I could be blamed for staring.

A few weeks after that he got a haircut. His longer curls were gone -- yet not forgotten -- and were replaced with a mop of messy waves that framed his face perfectly.

It was like a new blow to my stomach every time I got used to the change.

“New haircut?” I asked the obvious on the first day back from a long weekend.

“Yeah...thought I should change it up,” Spencer replied, picking up his coffee mug to make himself a cup.

I nodded, the room settling in a short silence.

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” I exclaimed, Spencer furrowing his brows in response. “I mean, yes. I do like it. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” he laughed. “Thank you.”

“You could pull off any hairstyle, trust me,” I said, before walking back to my desk.

People that we met seemed to feel the same, because he got stopped more often at bars and at shops that were needed to visit. People would give him their numbers, leaving him a blushing mess. It got obnoxious, to the point where I was at my breaking point. My shoulders were always slumped, and my forehead creased with jealousy.

I stayed closer to him when the team went out, in an effort to get other girls to stop making moves on him.

They hadn’t noticed his beauty before, why should they get the privilege to advance on him now?

It was selfish, really. It may have been good for his self-confidence, but not so good for my own feelings.

I made sure to compliment him more often, telling him I liked his sweater vests, and ‘oh my Doctor Reid, is that a new tie?’ It was a win-win really, for both of us. I was building up my comfort level with him, and he knew that I did not, in fact, despise him.

When Spencer got shot on a case a few weeks later, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to show him that I care about him.

It was an easy job, since the bullet only semi-grazed his shoulder blade. Only needed deep cleaning once a night, for a few weeks so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a groan, one that sent shivers throughout my veins.

“Sorry,” I answered quickly, keeping my gaze on the task at hand and not on his face that was just so close to mine.

Here I was in Spencer’s apartment, in his bathroom, helping him clean off his wound.

“I’m sorry but you need to stop moving, it’s just making things worse,” I explained.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does! But I can’t do an effective job in cleaning it if you keep thrashing around like that.”

I saw him pout, and lower his head. The gears in his brain were turning, trying to come up with a possible solution.

“You’re going to need to hold me down.”

“What?!”

“I’m not gonna be able to stop moving,” he said, looking over his shoulder to where I was sitting behind him on the floor. “Come on.”

He stood up and left the room, gesturing for me to follow. And I did, collecting the supplies I’d need as he led me over to his living room.

Before I could protest he removed his shirt fully -- not like how it was bunched up by his neck previously.

I stopped in my tracks, eyes taking in every inch of skin that he freed. He was lean, as I predicted, but still toned in areas.

Spencer laid on his stomach down on the couch, motioning for me to come beside him.

“Get on my back.”

“Are you insane?”

“____,” he pleaded, looking up at me. His arms were crossed by his head, he was using them as a makeshift pillow. “I just want this to be over as fast as it can be.”

Right.

“Okay,” I agreed, and began to place my materials down on the coffee table to my right. I then swung a leg over his lower back, straddling him just how I’d imagine doing so before -- only the other way around. “Is this okay?”

He hummed, digging his face as far into the fabric of the couch as he could.

‘I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby

Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)’

I took that as a yes, and poured some of the disinfectant onto a swab. Bracing myself with a hand on his other shoulder to pin him down firmly he shivered, breath shaking ever so slightly. I tried to catch him off guard with the swab, choosing a random time to press it into his wound.

He was definitely surprised, because he whined loudly into his hands and clenched all of the muscles in his back.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he made similar noises during other activities…

“Just a minute more,” I soothed him, running my free hand over the smooth skin of his back, doing my best to calm him down.

His breathing only became heavier, and was nearly shaking from the burn. I felt bad, having to see him go through this but I’d be lying if it wasn’t doing things to me. I couldn’t help but get a little bit excited when I got the chance to be near him, to be closer than we had ever been before.

It was intense, I was almost sure he could feel my arousal through the fabric of my pants and underwear.

I was an awful person.

Going home that night to sleep was a struggle. I felt guilty, for using his pain for my perverse temptations. Yet as soon as my fingers were buried inside myself I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him above me. The way he might sound, spewing out similar noises that I’d experienced earlier that were still fresh in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, and I thought every one of our interactions after that would be even harder.

Going back to work seemed fully impossible, I didn’t have any hope in myself to stay useful while he was parading around, completely oblivious to the effect he had on me. I became more sexually frustrated every day. It was nearly infuriating to see a look of innocence plastered on his face, meanwhile he would do things that made me go crazy.

‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

“Penelope, I think I might die soon if I don’t get laid,” I said, rapidly opening the door to her cave.

“____-”

“No, I’m serious. I can’t get my mind off of-”

I stopped in my tracks, finally noticing the presence I hadn’t already accounted for.

Spencer sat in a chair to my left, just out of view that you couldn’t see him if you didn’t turn your head. He was in the middle of bringing a chip up to his mouth, but was stopped mid-air with his mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” he said, scrambling up fast, bumping into things as he collected his satchel with shaky hands. “Sorry I’ll go.”

The door shut with a slam, and left Penelope and I in silence.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered, earning a booming laugh from her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled, doing a little spin on her chair.

I groaned, and sat down beside her on the edge of her desk.

“Maybe now he’ll make a move on you.”

“Oh shut up,” I slapped her arm, beginning to laugh along with her. “If he was avoiding me before, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again.”

Ever since I helped Spencer with his injury the first time he’d been semi ignoring me, not trying to actively partake in conversation. We only talked when necessary, but didn’t exchange any extra words when I came over for an hour to help him with his wound.

I was almost happy about that, it meant I didn’t have to embarrassingly throw myself at him all day long.

I was perfectly fine admiring him from a distance, just how I’d done so for years.

However, there was a part of me that was rightfully sad. Did I cross a line, or make him feel uncomfortable? Maybe from spending so much time together recently he gathered I really wasn’t that interesting.

“Don’t say that,” Penelope frowned.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” I shrugged.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“How I feel?”

“Don’t even try and wedge your way out of it. Emily told me, don’t be mad,” she said, with the sweetest look on her face that I couldn’t be upset.

“Bitch,” I playfully mumbled.

“Besides you literally were about to say that you can’t get your mind off of him.”

“Uh, no, I was not. I was going to say someone. A general someone. Not Reid.”

She hummed, turning back to her screen to finish up some work Hotch had sent her to do.

“Okay fine. Pen, I’m gonna die. It’s insufferable. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“That’s exactly why you should tell him!” She encouraged excitedly, always a swooner for young love.

“I would scare him. He’s probably scared of me, actually.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure his little virgin heart can take it.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly giving her all my attention. “Virgin? Is he seriously a virgin?”

“I don’t know, truly. I just kinda figured. He doesn’t talk about anyone or anything to do with sex.”

I nodded. That makes sense. With him radiating pure sex appeal in my eyes, the thought never even crossed my mind that he might be a virgin.

But that just made it all the more exciting.

“But hey, if he’s really a 27 year old virgin I’m sure he’s extremely horny,” she laughed.

“We are at work. Let’s calm it down before I actually combust,” I shook my head.

My palms were sweating at the very thought of him doing anything remotely sexual -- which I thought about a lot. Surely he’s had to at least...taken care of himself. I’m sure it was a gorgeous sight, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick and face contorted in nothing but pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the man himself, who barged into the room to say we were taking off for a case in 30.

The flight there was quiet and boring, we left at night so there wasn’t so much we could do when we got there besides head up to our hotel.

“We’re sharing a room,” Spencer said, walking over to me from where he was previously with Derek.

I was standing in front of the vending machine, doing my very best to not eavesdrop on the mens’ conversation, which was only taking place about 20 feet away. Spencer was speaking in a hushed yet agitated tone, and Derek was matching his energy. It seemed they were bickering, but about what I didn’t know.

“Says who?” I panicked.

“Uhh...Hotch did.”

Great.

“Oh. Alright,” I followed him down the hallway, our room was the last one at the end.

I waited for him to open the door, and when he stepped out of the way to let me inside I brushed past him.

When I turned around Spencer was standing there blocking my path, causing me to bump into his chest.

“Hello...” I said confused, taking a step back.

“I…”

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Spencer what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words, instead reaching up to push a piece of hair out of my face. My breath hitched at the contact, sending me into a short frenzy on the inside. He was inching closer, now his body was getting just close enough so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was glancing back and forth between my eyes, searching my face for an expression of discomfort.

He didn’t find any.

“I was talking with Derek. About you,” he whispered. “He said you’ve been coming on to me.”

My heart nearly missed a beat at his words.

“I've noticed your odd behaviour, you don’t act the way you do with anyone else on the team. You run away from me, and at first I thought you just didn’t like me, but now...I think it’s the opposite. I see the way you look at me, you know.”

“And how do I look at you?” I questioned nervously.

“Like you want me. Tell me. Who were you talking about earlier today? Who exactly can’t get your mind off of?”

I paused, eyes almost bulging out of my head at the implication.

“If I'm reading this wrong, let me know. We can pretend this never happened.”

“Get on the bed and take your clothes off.”

He did just that, moving beside me to shove his pants down his legs, followed by ripping off his shirt, as I did the same. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other, too busy drinking in our appearances to think straight. He sat down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, and spread his legs just wide enough to give me space to stand between them.

“Tell me what you want.” he breathed, watching me as I walked towards him.

“You,” I answered simply, climbing into his lap and connecting my mouth was his. “All of you.”

He didn’t protest, only doing quite the opposite. He moaned greedily into my mouth, sucking every last bit of life out of me. He was hungry in his movements, not allowing for a single beat of fresh air for either of us. I was more than happy to return the energy, for I’ve dreamt for too long about what he might taste like. And it wasn’t disappointing, the sensation was far better than I could have ever cooked up in my head.

After a minute he became impatient, and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. I did the same, grinding down on his hardening dick that felt...impressive to say the least.

“I’ve thought about you for so long,” I spoke against his lips, taking a break between kisses.

He groaned back at me, moving his hands from my cheeks down to my hips to hold me flush against himself. He whimpered when I was fully against him, he had to break away to keep his breathing somewhat managed.

“Please, I need you so bad. I’ve thought about you too.”

“What exactly did you think about?” I asked quietly, trailing kisses all across his face, and then started heading down his jaw and neck.

“L-lots of stuff.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, looking up at him from my new position kneeling on the floor. “Please, tell me.”

I brought a hand up to his boxers, ghosting just over his bulge while remaining eye contact.

“Everything. All of you. ____, Please.”

‘You're exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"’

“Let me do something first,” I said, pushing against his stomach to encourage him to lie back on the bed. He did so, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at me.

He watched my every move, not a second was missed by his eyes that stayed locked onto my form. I dropped my head down to kiss across his left thigh, and toyed with the waistband of his underwear with my right hand.

He was so vocal, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I knew we had all night, but I’d waited too long for this to take my time.

‘And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

I pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his dick hard and red as it stood up against his stomach.

“You don’t...have to,” Spencer stopped me before I could carry on.

“Do you not want me to?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just…” He stopped, and bit his lip while staring off to one of the walls.

“Has anyone ever done this with you before?” I asked, almost unsure of whether or not I wanted the answer.

“Done what...exactly?” he asked, refusing to look back at me. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, and he was too focused on the distance to see the wave of excitement that flashed over my face.

“Spencer,” I said sharply, prompting him to turn his attention back to me. “Are you a virgin?”

His lack of answer told me enough. He blushed impossibly deeper, and started squirming in place. Just as he was about to speak up for himself I stopped him with, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“What?”

I climbed back up his body, just far enough so that I could grab his jaw in my hand and pull him down to meet my lips. It was even more hungry and passionate than the previous ones we shared, full of such fire I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to kiss anyone else ever again.

“You’re so sexy,” I moaned, hot and needy into his mouth.

He was good, which wasn’t unexpected from my end. His lips were always so plump and pink, they just had to be semi skilled.

“Thank you,” he replied, in a typical Spencer Reid fashion.

“Do you want to stop? Or keep going? Take a minute and think about it. I don’t want to pressure you,” I reassured him, but on the inside I was begging for him to want to continue.

He pulled back for a second, running a hand over the back of my head to keep me from going too far. His eyes were closed, focusing only on his breathing as he thought about his answer.

“I want to keep going. Please,” he decided on, nodding his head. “I just, I dunno, didn’t expect to get this far tonight.”

“Believe me, neither did I,” I smirked, smashing my lips back against his and returning to my spot kneeling between his legs. I pushed him back harder than before, sending a small oof sound from his chest as his back hit the mattress.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, finally wrapping my hand around his dick,

It only made sense that a pretty boy like him would have a pretty cock, too.

“O-only once,” he breathed, with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, staring at the dots to distract himself from the feeling and to not come too soon. “Long time ago.”

“If you need me to stop, tell me,” I said, before licking a broad strip up the underside of his dick.

I paused at the head, swirling my tongue around before continuing my mission back down around the other side. I kissed his base, leaving more near his hips. He whined positively -- probably feeling a little ticklish -- and I took that as a good sign to suck a deep purple mark there.

Just like I’d thought about doing months ago.

I left a few more just up to his belly button, marking him up with the intent to claim him as my own. He’d see those marks for the next few days, and every time he would think of me on my knees for him. I kept pumping him in my hand as I did so, and every time I groaned into his skin his dick twitched with appreciation.

“Oh god,” Spencer moaned as I took him into my mouth unexpectedly, bunching up the sheets in his hands beside his hips.

I looked up to see him now staring down at me, jaw slacked and panting heavily. The sight was enough to elicit a moan from my own mouth, which led to him fluttering his eyes shut at the vibrations that shot through his body.

“Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, immediately pulling up.

“Nothing, I just really want to feel you and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Understandable.

I wasn’t expecting him to last long anyways, I just simply wanted him inside me.

“Do you happen to have a condom?” He shook his head. “I’m clean and on the pill. We should be fine. Is that okay?”

He mumbled an ‘uh huh’ as he watched me stand up, as I pushed my underwear down my legs. He immediately reached out to me, bringing me back in and starting placing kisses across my stomach and hips, mirroring what I was doing to him earlier.

“Good, because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might die.”

‘Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)

Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)’

He laughed lightheartedly, fixing himself to be sitting up near the headboard. In the process he kicked off his boxers fully, along with his socks.

I followed after him, not letting him stray too far from my reach.

“I heard that women take longer to, erm, get ready,” he muttered into my skin, hiding his face in my neck. “Let me help you?”

“Please,” I whimpered, though I knew I was far from unprepared. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it fell down my shoulders Spencer attached his mouth to my left nipple. “Please touch me.”

He moaned into me, bringing his hand down to my core to run his fingers through my folds. He let his middle breach me, moving so agonizingly slow before curling his finger up. I moaned loudly, letting my eyes shut and body fall slack against him. His free arm wrapped around my waist, giving me the support I needed to stay upright.

“So that’s your g-spot?” He grinned against my skin, and I’d be damned to admit it affected me way more than it should have. He sounded so innocent, so eager to learn.

“Uh-huh.”

He explored my skin greedily, brushing over every inch of my chest he could reach. His thrusts became faster every time he re-entered me, encouraged by the grunt that fell from my lips with each one.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?”

“No,” he replied, moving from my breasts to my collarbone, leaving a dark purple mark in his path.

“Could've fooled me,” I felt him smile against my neck at the praise -- duly noted.

He flipped us over swiftly -- much to my surprise -- and continued with his actions on both my clit and entrance. I did my best to stay quiet, biting down on his shoulder to prevent any noises from leaking out to stop him from getting too cocky.

“Spencer,” I moaned, raking my fingernails up and down his back. “Stop. Please fuck me now, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to? We can stop,” he reassured me in a voice that seemed far too innocent for the activities taking place.

“Spencer, I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure you have no idea.”

I was so turned on I could cry, the pure want running through my veins was starting to send panic signals throughout my whole body. Before I could beg him any further he replaced his fingers with his dick, catching me off guard. He ran the tip over me for a few seconds before gliding in easily, with little to no restriction at all.

“Ah!” I called, gripping onto his shoulder for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god did I hurt you?” Spencer asked frantically, removing his weight from me and tried sitting up.

“No. God please move, I need you so bad,” I pleaded, pulling him back down before he could get too far away.

He nodded. He started slow. So slowly that I wanted to scream and beg at the top of my lungs for more. However I was above giving him the satisfaction of that -- at least for now.

“You feel so good,” Spencer panted, hips shaking as he slid in and out at a torturous pace.

I pulled his lips back to mine for another kiss, drinking in everything he was willing to offer. I whined every time his body rubbed against my clit in a way that had my toes curling and eyes rolling back.

“This is so much better than I’ve imagined,” I moaned, breaking free from his mouth to lay back against the pillows. I wrapped my legs around his waist, aiding him with the speed of his thrusts. “Please, Spence, oh my god go harder.”

He moaned loudly, and lowered his head to my collarbone in an effort to muffle some of the noises he was letting out.

He followed my directions well -- and I took notes for the future.

The sounds of him bouncing off the walls was amplifying my pleasure to a new degree, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hips snapped forward impossibly faster, leaving him a whimpering mess above me. Our chests were pressed together, the sound of skin slapping and gliding over each other filled the dimly lit room.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there.

He moaned freely at all of the praise, and every time I urged him on he’d pick up his speed a little bit. He was now moving faster than I thought I could handle, slamming into me at the perfect angle.

I felt him everywhere. In my stomach, insides of my thighs, chest -- where he was now palming at one of my breasts -- and the crook of my neck. I hugged my arms around his middle to keep him locked against me, preventing his hips from heavily backing out.

“I’m really close,” He groaned, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “S-should I pull out now?”

“No,” I demanded, tightening my legs to keep him trapped. “Come inside me.”

He nodded with a particularly loud moan, and snaked one hand down my body to meet my clit. When I gave a sound of approval he quickened his wrist, rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure to send me closer to the edge.

He came with a final shout in my name, resting his full body weight against me as I rocked my him against him to help him through it. I finished soon after, at the feeling of him releasing himself in me. It was so warm, like a comforting blanket that overtook all of my senses.

It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, it was so profound that I couldn’t see, or focus on anything else.

We laid there for a few minutes, my hand running through his hair and his ghosting up the side of my hip. It took a while for us both to catch our breaths, we were too immersed in the moment to break apart from one another.

“That was literally the best sex I’ve had in my life,” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Spencer replied, and we both laughed weakly.

“That was okay for you? Your first time? Not really the traditional approach.”

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t have asked for anything different,” he pulled himself up with a smile, before pulling out and flopping down beside me.

“But seriously,” I sat up, resting my head on my palm to get a better view of him. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone as I am with you.”

“____,” he blushed. “I-”

“No! No, let me finish. Please.”

He nodded for me to go ahead.

“Not only are you just insanely sweet and so charming, you’re so handsome. Like I can hardly even look at you half the time. You drive me insane, Spencer you have no idea. Holy fuck I’ve never wanted someone so bad before I met you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I’ll cringe about this later but I just need you to know.”

“This may not be the most common way...but do you want to go out with me? L-like on a date?” Spencer asked. He was blushing so heavily, his chest was painted pink and ears were turned red.

“You just came inside of me and you’re nervous about asking me on a date.”

“____!” Spencer exclaimed, facepalming himself.

“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d love to go out with you.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Bent, not broken 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; violence; injury; blood; fingering, mean Steve

This is a dark!fic and features the winter soldier and Captain Hydra x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: An attack leads to the uncovering of decades old secrets when you are taken by the deadliest assassin in the world

Note: Here’s part 3. Right now I’m bouncing between things but open to suggestion for the upcoming week for ongoing series. (I’ll likely just add onto my Lee fic).

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

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The days passed like a pendulum, swinging between paranoia and suffocating tension. You felt like an animal caught and caged. Much of your time was spent in that room, abed and alone. Your only contact was when Steve brought you your meals but the soldat did not appear again. You were relieved not to have the silent watchdog around but it also made you uneasy.

The pain dulled. Your shoulder loosened up first and no longer sent a jolt down your arm every time you moved. Your ribs were another issue and even as the agony was less intense and consuming, the echo of the injury remained. You felt brittle as if one wrong move would break you completely.

Then, when the pain was not so strong to distract you, you grew restless. The walls seemed closer together and the meals further apart. Steve’s appearances were brief and mostly wordless. He’d linger to check on your injury or bark at you to eat, but he wasn’t as talkative as your first day in the hideaway.

There was little for you to do. You were left with a copy of War and Peace and the tight font often left your eyes fuzzy and fatigued, your mind as well. There was a booth hidden behind the narrow door and you washed when you felt up to it, the water ice cold. You spent much of your time staring at the ceiling, wishing it would collapse on you.

You weren’t stupid. You knew it was all methodical. The indifferent isolation. You were being conditioned like a dog with a bell and it was working. You longed for any contact, any company, and conversation.

That day, the door opened but you didn’t move. You laid with your head on the pillow, arms crossed, and one leg over the other. Steve placed the metal bowl on the nightstand and sighed as he stood by the bed. You felt him watching you as you ignored him for the pale white above.

“Sit up and eat,” he said.

You glanced at him. The scar through his eye wrinkled as he grimaced and tapped his fingers on the table. You shrugged at him and sighed.

“I’m not hungry,” you said.

“Eat,” he repeated.

“I will,” you relented, “when I feel like it.”

“Now,” he grabbed the bowl and put it over your chest, “come on.”

You rolled your eyes and sat up and took the bowl. His eyes clung to you as you bent your legs and stirred the thick oats. The goopy mixture made a gross noise as you did.

“You don’t like it?” he said.

“Bland,” you took a bite, “doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” he rebuked, “you better be done by the time I return.”

You looked at him as he turned away and headed for the door abruptly. You choked down the thick porridge and took another bite. You were hungry but the pasty oatmeal went down like rocks.

When he came back, you scooped up the last mouthful and put the bowl aside. He neared and draped a lilac dress by your legs. You stared at it then looked him in the face. His expression was as impenetrable as the mountain compound.

“What is that?” you asked dully.

“Don’t be stupid and put it on,” he put his hand on his hip, “I’d say it’s a bit more fitting than that prison uniform.”

“Is it?” you grumbled as you tentatively reached for the purple fabric.

“Or you can go naked,” he reached out and jabbed your shoulder.

“Fine,” you turned your legs over the bed and watched him expectantly.

He raised a brow and waited. You shied away at his unflinching stare and swiped up the dress. You crawled to the other side and kept your back to him. You took off the shapeless shirt and dropped it behind you. You pulled on the dress and stood, pushing down the baggy bottoms. The dress floated at mid thigh and left you feeling exposed.

“Your ribs are healing,” he remarked, “you should be able to take the bandage off.”

You faced him as he went to the foot of the bed. He waved you over and continued to the door.

“Should get the kinks out,” he said as he set his thumb in the sensor and the metal slid up, “a proper tour is in order.”

You neared as he turned and waited for you to precede him. As you passed, his eyes slipped down your body and he tilted his head. You looked away quickly and carried on into the hallway. There was little point resisting a man who could break you in two with his pinky, especially in your state.

“Looks good,” he said as he followed you out and came up arm to arm with you, “you know, you, me, the soldier, we’re the only ones who know about this place. Not that you know much, huh?”

“I don’t like games,” you retorted, “I’m… tired. Please, don’t--”

“I found this place in 1955,” he led you along the shining halls, “it’s had a facelift since then. A hobby on the side. Used to be Stalin’s hideout, akin to Hitler’s bunker if anything ever went south. When he died, the co-ordinates were lost. They sent me out to find it…”

“They? Hydra? Why--”

“Because the other guys didn’t care,” Steve said, “I saw how they celebrated my death as some patriotic feat. Like I was just a shield. You know, the ‘bad guys’, at least they don’t try to lie about what you are. They use you exactly like they need to and don’t sugar coat it.”

“And your… friend… you like how they use him?”

Steve stopped short and caught your arm, “it’s best for him. He couldn’t handle a clear mind. We keep each other safe, like we always did.”

“Mmm,” you hummed.

“As I was saying,” he nudged you onward, “I gave them a fake map and all they found was a demolished bunker. It kept them happy and me too. I got a place to lay low. Place of my own.”

You turned down the next hall. You were quiet as he led you along, past that room with the bar and around another corner. You lost sense of direction as he took you deeper into the hideaway. You came into a large corridor with a glass wall that overlooked a mountain pass without. You were breathless as you stopped to peer through.

“He’ll hurt you again,” Steve said bluntly, “we both know that.”

“Then why keep me here? You can let me go. I wouldn’t say a word, I wouldn’t even know what to say--”

“And why would I do that?” he asked blithely as he admired the deep drop and jagged offshoots.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“It’s much more fun to keep you,” he chuckled, “and he wanted you so taking you away won’t do shit.”

“I don’t--”

He raised his finger and hushed you. He squinted as he listened but you didn’t hear anything but the winds on the other side of the glass. Steve’s mouth slanted and he stepped past you. You turned to the end of the corridor and heard a soft padding that grew to a tremulous stomp.

“Speak of the devil,” Steve taunted, “sounds like a rough mission.”

When the soldier emerged from the next hall, you gasped. His face was a smear of grit and blood, his locks dangling and slick around his mask. His gear was torn and gashed in places and his metal fist clenched as the plates of his arm bore even more scratches than before.

He stopped and his eyes dilated as he saw you. Steve went to him calmly and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you’re back,” he said softly, “snap out of it.”

He tapped the mask so the soldat looked at him instead. Their eyes met as the soldier’s chest puffed and slowed. Steve’s other hand went to his chest, just over his heart. The captain leaned in and kissed his temple, issuing a whisper you could not hear.

You were too shocked and confused to do more than watch. Steve gripped Bucky’s jaw and turned his gaze onto you. He smirked as he held him.

“Look at her,” he slithered, “isn’t that what you wanted? A pretty little plaything.”

The soldat didn’t move, just stared.

“She’s all ready for you,” Steve let go and clapped his chest, “isn’t that a nice dress, huh? A nice peek of her legs… don’t you want to know what’s underneath? Don’t you want to touch it?”

You took a step back as goose bumps rose on your skin. Steve released him and snickered. The soldat brought one boot down and then the next, marching slowly towards you.

“Let’s have some fun,” Steve boomed and his eyes narrowed over Bucky’s soldier, “soldat, engage.”

His next step came down quicker and you spun on your heel. Without thinking, you dashed away in a blur of terror. You could hear him behind you, the heavy soles thunderous against the slap of your bare feet. You got around the next corner and your ribs throbbed painfully as your lungs burned.

You peeked over your shoulder. He wasn’t running, he was walking. A mock of a chase as he kept within sight even as you raced on. Your heart pounded in your ears and your legs felt like jelly. It was so long since you did more than pace your room or lay in bed.

You stumbled deep in the maze, all recollection of the path Steve led you on gone. You hit your knees on the hard floor and hissed. You had only a moment to gulp down air before you were seized by the back of your neck. You staggered as you were spun and your back collided with the cold wall.

The soldier’s metal hand was quick to grasp your throat and push your chin up as he held you on tiptoes. You clawed at his fingers as his other hand crept up your thigh. Your eyes watered as it felt like a vice was wrapped around your neck and chest. You quivered as the skirt caught on his hand and slowly rose with his touch.

You squeezed your thighs around his fingers and he poked you so harshly you whimpered. Your legs parted for him and he pushed against your bare cunt. You clung to his wrist as your other hand slapped at his bicep. His blue eyes focused on your skirt as he delved between your folds.

Your feet arched as you tried not to slip and your calves cramped. You whined through your teeth as he turned his hand and pressed the heel of his palm to your clit. He bent his finger into you and drew a pathetic yipe from you. He felt around inside and added another, eliciting another tremulous yelp.

“Pl.. please,” you rasped, “don’t… you don’t want to…” his eyes flicked up and met yours.

He paused as he gazed back at you and you squirmed. He hesitated and for a moment, it felt like he might drop you. Another set of footsteps approached evenly and Steve tutted as he came upon the scene.

“You shouldn’t play with your food,” he said, “go on. You know what you want to do. It’s why you took her.”

You choked as his fingers tightened and he buried himself to his knuckles, his hand firm to your clit. He rocked his hand and your body, every tilt sending a jolt through you. Your walls were scoured by his intrusion and your core thrummed at the distant stirring of instinct.

“Please…” you cried.

“Shhh,” Steve came closer and leaned on the wall next to you, “we don’t want him to break something else.”

“Wh-why--” you coughed.

“Faster,” Steve snarled, “make her feel it.”

The soldier lifted you off your feet with each dip of his fingers. You slapped your hand against the wall and reached for the captain. He swatted your hand away and backed up as he watched you. He rounded Bucky and peered at you from the other side and hummed. He sucked his teeth and came closer, his hand on the soldier’s shoulder.

“More,” he urged.

You closed your eyes and shrieked as his hand sped up, slamming into you over and over as your thighs clamped around him. You gritted your teeth as your pulse raced and you were swept up in a sudden fit of dizziness. You felt fire flickering from his touch, building and building a spark at a time as your body rebelled.

“Look at her,” Steve purred, “so weak, so small. Nothing. She’s not like us, she’s just one of them.”

You groaned as your cunt made slick noises around Bucky’s fingers and his hot breath glossed over you. He leaned in and his hand moved so that his thumb pressed along your jaw painfully. You whined as you felt as if he’d crush the bone.

“She’s almost there,” Steve mused, “faster, yeah, like that.”

You wailed as you came, terrified of the man before you and the way your body bent to him. Your nails grazed down the leather across his chest and your hand dangled limply as you let the tide wash over you. He kept on until you could hardly breathe and dropped you suddenly. Your legs folded and you crashed to the floor.

You kept yourself from keeling over onto your face and pushed your back against the wall. You peeked up as Steve took Bucky’s hand and licked his glistening fingers. You cringed as he let go and his attention turned on you. He knelt and exhaled deeply as he smirked at you.

“You want to know why?” he blinked and his nose scrunched sardonically, “because I didn’t want this. I was happy. Just me and him. Decades and he decides to go out and catch a pet.”

“No, I…” you rubbed your throat as it burned.

“Him, I know, but it doesn’t hurt any less,” Steve scowled, “but we can make it work.” He reached to you and brushed his thumb over your cheek, “I can make use of you. Just the way you took his fingers, that look on your face…” he retracted his hand and leaned his elbow on his leg, “and he could use an outlet. Something to ease the tension.”

“You… and him?” you wondered aloud.

“It’s the twenty-first century, isn’t it?” Steve stood and slapped the soldier’s ass. He got a sharp look in response, “not that it ever really mattered.”

“It’s not… I just didn’t… realise,” you rasped.

“Mhmm,” Steve intoned, “you’re just innocent.”

“I didn’t--”

“Get her up,” he ordered, “take her to our room and get her cleaned up. You too. You smell.”

You flinched as the soldier grabbed your arm and forced you up. Your thighs quaked in the after shock and your core ached. He pulled you away from Steve and you limped beside him. You shivered as the cold air enshrined your hot flesh.

“No touching,” the captain warned, “not until I say so.”

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years ago

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DSMP x gn!reader (running into toxic ex)

Warnings: cursing, mentions of manipulation, toxic people/relationships Characters: Dream, George, Sapnap, Bench Trio Summary: how the some of the dsmp people react to your toxic ex trying to enter your life again

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Dream:

you guys are walking around

but you see your asshole of an ex walking and you nudge your boyfriend to get his attention

(he knows all about your ex)

you ex notices you and walks toward you

dream squeezes your hand in support

internally, he wants to cuss your ex out and beat them to a pulp (pls lmao-)

but he doesn't unless they become even more disgusting

if they start saying hurtful things or they start getting touchy he'll be like

"get the fuck away from them. you lost your chance"

that shuts your ex up real quickly

when you get home he'll give you a blanket and cuddle you

you guys watch your favorite movie and laugh together all through the night

George:

he actually sees your ex before you do and tries to steer you guys away

but your ex has already seen you and low-key runs over

(literally get the fuck away you piece of shit-)

he holds you close as your ex begins to speak

he gives you as long as you need to speak with them

definitely doesn't like it tho. but the second you lean into him a little more, the second he realizes ur uncomfy....

this many becomes so fucking passive aggressive it's insane

the barely-veiled malice behind his words is insane

when you get home, tho... he totally gets warm cookies for you both

Sapnap:

you were eating ice cream at a nearby parlor when your ex and some of their friends walk in

he immediately starts seething

you have to squeeze his knee/hand (depends on if you guys are sitting or standing) to calm him down

he knows what they did to you and literally hates them for it

this man loves and respects you but he simply doesn't have the patience to let you even try to handle the situation on your own

mf just starts cussing your ex out

its part of his plan because he gets your ex riled up too

he stands there proudly after you start yelling at them too

most definitely plays some sort of video game with you to take your mind off of it

Bench Trio:

they’ve heard what happened

they know that your ex was toxic in your relationship and has become even more toxic now that you’ve broken up

they want to protect you but will still support whatever you decide

(they all definitely hate your ex, tho. Like actually-)

You guys are at an arcade having fun when the sound of your ex laughing makes you freeze

they notice what’s going on and immediately move to your side when your ex starts walking over

honestly, I don’t even know why your ex bothers because ranboo is 6’6“ and Tommy is 6’2” and Tubbo can be an evil gremlin

Ranboo looks scary, Tommy sounds scary, and Tubbo is scary

they deal with your ex and get you home so you’ll feel better

they feel bad that your day at the arcade was ruined, but you al will go back to make up for it

c!Technoblade:

(warning: abusive ex, blood (mention))

you were still healing, perhaps you always would be because abusive relationships like the one you had been in, scarred you for a while

it had taken a while, but you opened up to Techno about your past relationship and your ex

when you first told him, the voices were screaming at him to get revenge but he didn't

instead he hugged you for as long as you needed and didn't let go until you did

except, when you guys run into your ex again, it's much more difficult for him to restrain himself

the voices are literally fucking screaming at him to get revenge

to make your ex p a y

he, in the worst fake-cheerful voice, takes you back home before going back out to... meet with your ex

he asks you "you're okay with it if I go and meet with {your ex's name}?"

you know what he's actually going to do and ur okay with it

he comes back and washes all the blood off of him and then you guys cuddle :)

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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Oh, Baby

Plot: Attention starved Ransom wants to get you pregnant

Warnings: smut; dirty talk, breeding kink, semi-public, unprotected sex, doggy style, hand job.

Word Count: 2649

A/N: requests are open! send me anything you want

Another Saturday evening, another family get-together at the Thrombey manor.

Ransom rolled his eyes as he looked around, it was 6pm and he had already had enough of the evening. Usually he would enjoy such an event, his shocking remarks and ghastly behaviour always caused him to be the centre of attention. He liked it that way.

Tonight, however, there was a new guest taking his limelight. Vivian Maria Cabrera Smith, born to Marta Cabrera and Harvey Smith (an intern of Blood Like Wine Publishing) who had entered the world a meer week and a half prior.

Not only had the newborn taken his family’s attention away from Ransom, but also the attention of his beautiful girlfriend.

Y/N was holding tiny little Vivian in her arms, beaming down at her as Ransom sat slumped in an arm chair across the room, shoving another biscuit into his mouth.

His jaw clenched as he watched Y/N cradle Vivian, running her finger delicately across the baby’s cheek. His cock began to twitch as he ran his hand across his lips deviently, taking in a breath as his mind whirred into action.

He couldn’t help but think of what Y/N would look like holding their own child. The perfect mix of him and her. How her stomach would stretch and grow to house their child. Her breasts would swell with milk to feed the newborn. He thought about the process of getting her pregnant. Fucking her raw. His cum filling her tight pussy over and over. Watching it drip down her thighs.

He saw an opportunity and pounced as soon as Y/N handed Vivian back to her mother. Y/N smiled softly as she continued admiring the baby, turning her head when she felt Ransom’s grip on her arm.

“Hey ba-“ Her sweet voice cut out as she felt his rock hard cock against her back, a little gasp escaping her lips.

“We need to leave now.” Ransom’s voice was husky in her ear, his grip on her arm tightening.

“It’s still early Ransom,” She cooed sweetly, snaking her hand down to hold his as she pulled him closer. She could feel how worked up he was and usually she would jump at the opportunity to fuck, but her heart was still distracted with the little baby in front of her. So, she made a dangerous decision to ignore Ransom’s needs, which she knew wouldn’t go down well with him. “Come look at the baby.”

He knew she was doing it on purpose, forcing him to stay present was torture to his throbbing cock. “Who gives a fuck,” He grunted agitatedly, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the people around him. “Our baby would be a hundred times cuter.” He mumbled the latter into Y/N’s ear, kissing just below her lobe afterwards, knowing exactly where her sweet spots were.

“Down boy.” Y/N chuckled calmly as she turned her head towards his, trying to ignore the shiver that erupted in her at the feeling of his lips on her skin. Her hot breath ghosted his lips just for a moment before she turned away again.

“You fucking know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.” Ransom growled in frustration, pulling her closer against him, her back flush against his chest.

She chuckled softly in amusement, seeing that she’d pushed him to his limit. She turned her attention back to the baby, now soundly asleep in her mother’s arms.

“Ransom,” Y/N dragged out his name sweetly as a devious though crossed her mind. She held his arms that were tightly wrapped around her, leaning her head against his shoulder as she sighed softly. “I want a baby.”

That was it. She’d crossed the line. She’d taken it too far. He couldn’t hold back. He felt a burning sensation flow through his body as he dug his hands into her body. Too tightly.

“Ow,” She squealed out suddenly at his roughness. “Ra-“ before she could even say his name, Ransom pulled Y/N backwards through the door to his grandfather’s study.

“You can’t say shit like that.” He growled in her face as he slammed her against the back of the door, breathing heavily against her lips.

Ransom’s eyes flickered over her lips as he pressed his hands firmly either side of her head on the heavy wooden door. She licked her lips, giving him her best ‘fuckable’ eyes as she felt her panties dampen.

“You know it drives me crazy.” He huffed, pressing his crotch against her thigh as he kissed her softly.

She let out a smug little giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could. “I know.” She hummed into the kiss, tilting her head as she pressed her chest against his.

“Oh,” Ransom raised his eyebrows, smirking at her mischievously. “So you want to be fucked in my grandfather’s study?”

“What I want, is to be fucked by you.” Y/N demanded, leaning against the hard wood behind her to drop her hands to his belt. “I want to be fucked hard.” She continued dotingly, tugging harshly on his belt as Ransom closed his eyes with a huff. “I want you to fuck a baby into me.” Her hand pushed into his pants, grabbing his rock hard cock. “Right here.” She smeared his leaking pre-cum over his tip with her thumb, causing Ransom to buck his hips toward her. “Right now.”

He smirked cockily, letting his mouth hang open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “and you always get what you want, huh princess?”

She smiled cheekily, biting her lip as she slid her hand up and down his shaft slowly. “Oh, like you don’t want this too. Princess.”

“Okay,” He groaned out with an evil chuckle as his hands came down to grab her hips. “Enough playing around. People are going to start noticing we’re gone.” He muttered as he skilfully spun them around, walking her backwards across the room.

“Fuck,” Y/N gasped with an animated expression as she felt the back of her legs hit the desk. Her lips pressed into a pout as she ran a hand up his chest, pretending to try and stop him. “Ransom, we can’t.”

“Really, it’s cute that you wanna start acting innocent all of a sudden.” He chuckled at her fake gasp, kissing her lips softly as he tugged her hand off of his chest.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck before she began lowering herself onto her knees in front of him. She didn’t even make it to the floor before she felt Ransom’s hand grip onto her upper arm, pulling her back up.

Ransom shook his head, eyebrows arched in weakness as he gripped her hips tightly. “Not now, I can’t fucking wait anymore.” He growled, mouth hung open as he captured her lips with his own.

She whimpered into the kiss, fingers weaving through his hair as he lifted her onto the wooden surface. She immediately opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. His tongue flicked hers teasingly, her nipples hardening underneath her blouse as she bucked her hips desperately into the air.

A smug look washed over his face as he leaned back from the kiss, looking at the small amount of space between them. His fingers pushed her skirt up to her hips, exposing her thighs as he hooked the waistband of her white lacy panties.

“Can’t decide whether to fuck you like this or strip you naked and risk my family walking in and seeing me fuck a baby into your eager little pussy.” Ransom kissed down her neck, biting harshly when he got to the base causing her to cry out loudly.

“Ransom,” she whimpered, pressing her chest against his as she ran her hand down his arm and onto his cock. “Please tell me you locked the door.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He breathed against her lips, his tongue flicking out to touch hers as she once again opened her mouth instinctively.

Her heart sunk at the feeling of one of his family members walking in and catching them, especially his creepy little cousin, but she was soon distracted by the feeling on his tongue in her mouth.

“Ransom.” She whined helplessly, a pout on her face as she started pumping his cock again with her hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” His softer side showed momentarily as he worked at getting his way. “You want me to fill you with my cum, hm? Fuck you until I get you pregnant? Watch that belly of yours stretch as you carry my baby?”

She was stroking his cock teasingly from where it hung out of his chinos. His questions were rhetorical, they both wanted it.

Ransom let his fingers dip into the material of her panties. She spread her legs for him, giving him easier access to cup her bare pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He growled, dropping his forehead against hers as he felt her wetness against his palm.

“Want you to pound me against this desk Ransom,” she breathed against his lips, pulling him closer by one hand in his hair, the other pumping his cock faster now. “Show everyone who I belong to.”

Ransom let out an exhasperated breath, roughly pushing her back down against the desk as he hovered over her. “I can’t hold back anymore.” He grunted.

She gasped softly, watching as he moved his hands up her torso before suddenly ripping her delicate blouse to expose her chest. “Ransom!” She squealed in shock as she watched the buttons fly in all directions.

“Relax, I’ll buy you a new one.” Ransom rolled his eyes and gripped her jaw tightly in one of his hands as he admired her face. He licked his lips, eyes visibly darker as his cock rested against her pantie covered centre.

His eyes dropped to her chest, closing his eyes momentarily to try and control himself as he realised she lay bra-less below him. “Oops.” She smirked slightly as she followed his gaze, watching his head drop to her chest.

“Your boobs are gunna stretch so much when you’re pregnant,” he growled as he dropped his head, circling her sensitive nipple with his tongue. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer on top of her. “They’ll get so big getting ready to feed our baby.” He continued as his head moved to the other nipple, wrapping his lips around it as he sucked.

Her head flew back as she bucked her hips against his cock with a whimper. Her clit twitched, making her repeat the action over and over.

“Gunna cum in me Ransom? Fill me with your seed? Pound me until I’m carrying your baby?”

“That’s right.” He growled animalisticaly, her words sending him over the edge as he roughly rolled her over.

He boobs pressed hard against the desk, Ransom’s legs either side of hers as she stood feet together in anticipation.

“You want this cock, huh?” He grunted as his chest pressed against her bare back, his cock nudging against her entrance.

She nodded her head and bit her lip, angling her head to look back at him the best she could.

“C’mon now, Princess, let me hear you.” Ransom ran his cock between her wet folds, pleasuring himself on the warmth of her centre.

“Yes, fuck. I need your cock in me, please.” She begged, pushing her ass back against him as her palms pressed firmly against the desk.

He didn’t waste another moment, gripping his thick member as he lined himself up with her tight hole, slowly pushing himself inside of her.

She moaned softly, clenching around his length as he slid almost fully out, pounding back in as he moved his hands to press on her hips.

“So tight.” He smirked with pleasure, standing back up to angle himself deeper.

Y/N cried out quietly, trying to fight the overwhelming sting of his thick cock as he fucked her from behind.

Ransom’s hands slid down to her ass, massaging and pulling on her cheeks as he watched her pussy swallow his cock.

“Look at you taking my cock so well.” He grunted landing a smack on her round ass. His pace quickened as he watched her bring her feet together, his cock squeezing between her pussy lips. “Like you were fucking made for me to cum inside you. Made to have my babies.”

“Give it to me, Ransom.” She begged beneath him, arching her back to make his cock nudge her special spot inside her. Y/N gasped softly as her clit rubbed against the hard surface below her, reminding her of where they were. “Give me your cum.”

Ransom groaned as his head fell backwards, trying not to cum on the spot. It made him feel dizzy, the way she begged for him. The way she begged for him to make her pregnant.

Y/N tilted her head towards him, a knowing smirk took over her lips as she moaned loudly, too loudly.

Ransom’s widened eyes quickly locked on the back of her head, not faulting in his pace as he shhhed her.

“Oh, yes. Ransom.” She continued in a near enough scream, entertaining herself at the panic she caused him. She was certainly being loud enough for his family to hear and she knew it. “Fuck a baby into me.”

Ransom’s hand jolted forward to grab her hair, forcefully pulling her backwards towards him. Her back was now inches away from his chest, his cock fucking up into her at a new angle as she smiled deviously.

“What are you playing at?” He groaned, holding onto her hip with his other hand to make his thrusts harder.

She smirked proudly, closing her eyes in bliss as his cock rubbed against her walls. All she could do was stand firmly on her feet, trusting in Ransom to support her body as he fucked her.

“As soon as you push our baby out of you I’m going to be fucking another one into you.” Ransom growled into Y/N’s ear, the wet sounds of them fucking filled the large room. “And don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you while you’re pregnant.”

“Ransom.” She moaned quietly, his words were sending shocks of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. Her mouth pouted in the shape of an ‘O’, feeling the pleasure take over as she came on top of his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you as your belly grows, as your boobs stretch, as your hips widen. I’m going to fuck that sensitive little pussy of yours and fill you over and over again with my cum.” He continued, kissing below her ear before gritting his teeth, the feeling of her clenching around him as she orgasmed becoming too much.

“Ransom.” She moaned his name again, riding out her high as he continued to beat his cock into her from behind. His hips smacking against her ass.

Her pulsating little clit throbbed as he fucked her, his shaft running easily through her dripping folds.

“Give it to me Ransom.” She begged softly, clenching around him.

Ransom felt himself close to his climax, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his high.

“Put a baby in me.” She whispered innocently, driving him crazy as she felt his cock twitch.

His hips jolted erratically as his cum spurted inside of her. Ransom let out a throaty growl, biting his lip to stop himself from being loud.

The aftershock of his orgasm made him buck his hips deep into her with no rhythm, making sure none of his cum escaped her hole.

“Stay there.” He grunted, pulling her hips back against him, still fully engulfed inside her. “Wanna make sure it’s deep inside you.”

He stopped thrusting, both of them catching their breath as Y/N leaned forward, resting her hands against the table obediently.

Ransom’s fingers traced delicate patterns over her back. “You’re going to be such a good mum.” He whispered with a softness that didn’t match his usual demeanour.

“And you’re going to be an amazing father.” She smiled to herself as she listened to him.

Ransom finally pulled himself out of her, tucking himself back into his pants as she turned to face him.

“I’m still gunna fuck you like this when you’re pregnant.” He smirked cheekily, looking up and down Y/N’s body.

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she moved around the room to find her clothes. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

She stopped abruptly and turned to face Ransom who was already dressed again like nothing had happened.

“Ransom my shirt.” She frowned, remembering the way he’d torn the material beneath his strong hands.

“What about it.” Ransom shrugged innocently, walking towards the door.

“You ripped it! I can’t go back out there, I have nothing to wear.” She hissed in a low tone, panic flooded her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair.

Ransom turned the door handle with a shrug, opening it. “Guess you’re just gunna have to go topless tonight, babe.” He smirked leaving the room, closing the door quickly before she had time to retaliate.

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illyaana · 4 years ago

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

Thanks for having this Collab hun! I hope you had/have an amazing birthday <3

Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

⁜

The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

⁜

You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

⁜

After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

⁜

“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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haikyuucute · 4 years ago

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I commented on your kyoutani post about his omega chilling him the fuck out, and would be SO happy if you considered writing about it 🥺🥺🥺 Essa, u r so amazinnnngggg

You’re so sweet, ily😭😭 thank you for requesting this, I had so much fun writing it💝💝

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Soothe (Alpha!Kyoutani Kentarou x Omega!Reader)

Alphas such as Kyoutani Kentarou were a .... curious breed.

The kind of alpha that is easily set off just by someone’s scent not being to his liking.

He was a ticking time bomb and everyone was holding their breath until the next time he went feral.

A feral alpha was a scary being to witness and unfortunately for Kyoutani, he was prone to this, but everything just made him so angry. He wished he could stop it, but he was never good at learning self control.

It was why he liked volleyball.

It was the one thing he found he was good at and a way for him to channel his aggression.

But ever since high school had started, it changed.

Now he had to put up with other alphas telling him what to do, and as much as he respected Iwaizumi and would do as he said, when the others told him what to do, he was close to punching a hole in the wall.

And today, just felt like the world was out to get him more than usual.

Everything he did on court was sloppy, and to make up for this off day he ended up putting more and more force behind each and every spike.

The others were annoyed with him, yelling at him to calm down or sit out if he had to, anything to make him stop playing so unnecessarily aggressive.

Between getting yelled at and his own frustrations with himself, he stormed out of the gym. To where? He had no idea. He just needed to leave before he ended up hurting someone.

His mind was a tornado of rage and he could barely think or see straight, hands curled into tight fists and eyes narrowed fiercely, ready to tear apart the next person that decided to approach him.

He hadn’t noticed the group of omegas he passed until it was too late.

Not until he was completely frozen in his spot, eyes widened impossibly large.

Peach.

He could practically taste it. Sweet and juicy making his tastebuds stir as he could almost feel the juice of a peach run down his throat, making him swallow pointlessly.

But the feeling the scent brought was indescribable. It was warm and welcoming— peaceful.

Kyoutani forgot what it felt like to be at peace, it was an emotion that had abandoned him ever since he had presented as an alpha.

The veil of anger had suddenly lifted in those few short moments, and when he was able to grab ahold of himself he suddenly remembered the omegas.

It had to be one of them.

And whoever you were, you were his.

He spun around on his heel, but had been met with an empty hallway.

You and your friends were already gone.

The only sign that you had been there was the peachy flavor that still lingered on his tongue.

—

It was not in Kyoutani’s blood to give up easily, so thus began the search for you.

He had never been aware as to just how many omegas attended Aobajohsai until he decided to look for one and it was exhausting to say the least.

Days had gone by which eventually turned to weeks.

Weeks of Kyoutani searching for that sweet peachy scent. Not a day had passed that he wasn’t actively searching for you.

But all the omegas he saw, were all wrong. It was almost as if he had conjured up the scent in his head.

He refused to believe that was the case and continued his search.

...Until he didn’t have to any more.

He thought he was imagining it, that he was simply remembering the soothing scent of the sweet omega he never even saw, as a response to how he was currently feeling.

He was told to sit down during practice— it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for the coach to tell him to sit when he noticed he was getting too riled up.

So there he sat, head down with a towel over his head, attempting to calm himself down when the same scent from a few weeks ago washed over him like it did that day.

His whole body went stiff, head jerking upwards as his eyes searched the gym frantically.

And there you were, speaking with the coach.

He couldn’t move as he stared at you— you were pretty, much prettier than he ever imagined. You smiled as you spoke to the coach and it made his heart flutter.

He then watched as the coach called Oikawa off the court.

His eyes widened in confusion at the exchange that followed. Oikawa exclaiming something or other as he tugged you into a hug, clearly happy to see you. You had giggled in response, complaining about how sweaty he was and trying to pull away from his grasp.

This... this wasn’t right.

Was Oikawa your mate? No... you couldn’t have been. There was no mark on your neck and you didn’t smell like him either.

So then why was he touching you.

Kyoutani felt a growl rumble in the back of his throat, eyes glued to where Oikawa had his hand on your shoulder now— Kyoutani had never even spoken to you and yet he was acting like this.

”She’s pretty isn’t she?”

Kyoutani blinked, looking over at Yahaba who was suddenly standing beside him, staring at your and Oikawa’s exchange.

”What’s her name?” He demanded of his teammate before looking back at you.

”(L/N) (F/N). She’s a third year and good friends with the third years on the team. She’s really cool.”

”Does she have a mate?”

Yahaba looked at him in surprise, “Do you have a thing for (L/N)?”

”Does she have a mate?” He reiterated, more annoyed now.

”No she doesn’t. But good luck trying to get an omega like (L/N). She turns down alphas almost every day, even some betas from time to time— actually, I’m pretty sure she even rejected an omega once or twice.”

Kyoutani tuned him out as he continued to ramble.

You were leaving now, about to pass him and Yahaba to get to the exit, when you noticed his piercing gaze.

You recognized him immediately as the alpha that you were sure was about to go feral one afternoon when he passed by you and your friends— it was why you all left so quickly.

But his gaze had you pinned, almost suffocating you, forcing you to freeze.

He held something possessive in his eyes as he looked up at you from his seat and it filled your stomach with butterflies.

You were used to getting stared at by alphas, but this was different— you were finding yourself wanting to submit to the alpha before you, even in front of a gym full of people.

”Omega,” his voice came out as a growl, and where many other omegas would’ve run for the hills in fear of how aggressive he was coming off right now, your lips quirked up in a grin.

”Alpha,” you nodded, a mutual understanding that this would be far from over before you continued walking.

You quickly glanced at your friends on the court, all the third years gazing at you peculiarly after the exchange they had just witnessed between you and their uncontrollable teammate. But you simply grinned and shrugged at them before leaving the gym.

Little did they know, you’d become their greatest weapon during games to get the alpha to calm down.

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badgirlcovenrep · 4 years ago

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The Goddess' Blessing (of a daughter)

Chapter One

(NOTES: the raylla adopts Tiffany fic everyone's been asking for

this is going on AO3 once I get home from my sister's but I wanted to post here first. If you'd rather read it there follow me and I'll post once it's officially in there.

Obs: Tiffany is six in this. Mostly because I wanted to write our witch moms carrying their baby and canonically she's like ten so..... and she's also like severely traumatized. We'll get to the healing soon enough though.

+ Edwin is the best papa. And Scylla has p much already adopted this kid, she just doesn't know it yet.

It's half past six p.m when their train screeches to a halt at the Chippewa station. In all the chaos of the last couple of weeks, Scylla hadn't realized Yule was well on it's way. It is still mid November, but the station has been prematurely decked in civilian Christmas decorations, and almost every wall and corner twinkles in golden speckles and fake pine.

Tiffany had been dozing in and out of sleep on the bench next to her, holding tight to her stuffed parrot as well as Scylla's coat sleeve with her restless small hands that spasmed in pure energy even as she slept. Since coming back from Nicte's mission, Scylla had been in a frenzy to get everything ready for their trip, and Tiffany had followed her around the (no longer safe) safe house, clinging on to her attention with wide blue eyes. She'd always liked kids. Before everything happened Scylla even used to babysit for dodger families.

It was never a lot of money, but she appreciated the levity and humor kids carried. They had hope Scylla prayed she could one day get back. Hope that could only come from the fleeting innocence of childhood. But even then, Tiffany was special, she still had all those wonderful, bright things, and she carried them in bulk, spilling out of her tiny little hands for anyone to see.

Yet she was also touched by things so horrible Scylla sometimes shuddered awake in the dead of night, when her mind conjured up terrible nightmares of being in her place. Of being squeezed into a tiny cage, fed dog food, strung up on a stage as masked psychopaths snickered and passed around stones bigger than fists. It showed, sometimes, in how every once in a while her expression became somber and reserved. How she stopped mid-sentence, and Scylla could see the glint of tears in the corners of her eyes.

It reminded her of Raelle - Raelle, who'd sat in her bed just yesterday and snacked on the stupid expensive popcorn her mother had bought - Raelle, who also carried so much darkness behind her strong, steady demeanor - those were the parts of her Scylla couldn't help but want to protect, and as a result, those feelings also extended to Tiffany. Scylla lost a lot of people in her life, and she'd decided the day she found the child's parents that she would do whatever it took to keep her safe. Just like she wished someone might have done for her. Because that sort of hidden, desolate pain could just as well transform itself into something entirely awful if exploited the right way.

People around her start getting up from their seats, reaching to the compartments for their luggage, there aren't many of them making their way up North this time of year but they still fill the cart in humming conversations, deciding on what to do next or where to get dinner. Scylla takes this as her cue to skim her fingers through Tiffany's hair, gently nudging her awake, "Hey, T, wake up, we're here."

The little girl sits up, bleary eyed, and yawns, looking around at the commotion, "it's already Christmas?" She asks, catching a glimpse of the boisterous decorations set up outside.

"Not yet, no." Scylla chuckles, getting up from her seat to retrieve their own bags - they had everything the two could think to bring, and yet were still not much. A duffel bag for Scylla and purple backpack for Tiffany, with unicorn stickers and colorful buttons sewn to the front. Scylla had retrieved it, along with some toys and clothes, from the girl's home, "People just love decorating early."

"Oh." Tiffany quips, as Scylla helps her fit her arms into the straps of her backpack, then takes her hand in a steady grip once they are done, pulling the young girl towards the door to leave the train, "The lights are pretty!" She exclaims happily, blinking in wide eyed wonder.

Outside, November has definitely made itself known, and Scylla is glad they are both warm in their coats as the wind bites her cheeks until they turn a dark blush. She looks around for Edwin, not sure she'll recognize him from the pictures she'd seen Willa scatter around the house, but still willing to try.

For a second, in that moment, she thinks this might not have been a good idea. When Scylla agreed to it, she'd admittedly not been in her full faculties, brain too preoccupied with seeing Raelle again after so long to completely comprehend what she'd been offered.

After everything that happened, she can't help but be a little nervous to meet the father of her ex (?), the same girl she still very much loved. The girl who had run back to her in that dark forest a day before and clung onto her face until all they could breathe was each other.

If she thought too much about it, Scylla could still feel the soft, almost painful impact of her lips as Raelle knocked her off her balance and breathed fire into her chest like molten lava. It'd been so long, she almost forgot the kind of power Raelle had when she kissed. Like she was always on the verge of tasting your very soul. Their whole day back together before was so very delicate and tentative, air fizzling with electricity like the tension of a bow, pulled tight with an arrow ready to shoot.

The time they've been separated her heart was squeezed tight under an elastic band. Whenever she stopped to think, even for a minute, she could feel it taught, so very strained, reaching from the very inside of her ribs. It was there from the very start. The tightness was what propelled her diaphragm into breathing Raelle in that very first night they spent together, even if she knew she shouldn't, and then, it was what kept them orbiting around each other like their very own solar system. Never too far apart. Always wishing to be closer.

When they kissed in the clearing, hairs messy with the wild strumming of the bat just a few feet away, for the first time, she felt like the band released. The invisible string, so very tight, loosening from under her heart to extend around the both of them and wrap them in what Scylla could only describe as exhilarating, shaking relief. The touch of Raelle's cotton gloves, that she never thought she'd feel again - the taste of her lips, like blood and rain droplets and a mouthful of just her.

It left Scylla running on a high since she walked away from Raelle just the day before, in the early hours of the morning.

It's not how she hoped she'd meet Raelle's dad. Deep down, no matter how much she tried not to, Scylla had imagined herself, more than once, coming to the Cession hand in hand with the blonde fixer. In love and together, going home to meet the parents. It's bittersweet to be here with Tiffany instead, and she has to squeeze the young witch's hand slightly to ground herself from the urge to run.

To just take the child's small body in her arms and run- leave the station in lieu of a cheap motel, one with vending machines, where they could hide from the world a little longer.

When the witch looks down, however, Tiffany smiles reassuringly back at her, squeezing her hand slightly in return, and Scylla can't help the wave of affection that washes over her.

"Excuse me? Are you Scylla and Tiffany?" A voice coming from behind wakes them back from the moment, and when they turn, both come face to face with Edwin Collar.

Scylla's sure it's him. If not because he does still look quite a lot like the pictures she's seen, then because the necromancer can definitely see the telltale signs of Raelle written all over his face. It's mostly there in the kind drop of his eyelids, and the way his mouth creates tiny wrinkles of soft skin when he smiles, but it's there, nonetheless.

"Yes, we are, nice to meet you, Mr. Collar." Scylla greets, settling down her bag to shake his hand.

"Of course, it's amazing to finally meet you. Raelle talked you up a storm," he declares, chuckling proudly, "only good things, I assure."

"Oh, I'm sure I don't deserve that." She let's out, hoping it sounded more playful than it feels for her.

"Nonsense. You seem like a kind girl." The man decides, with a solemn nod, before turning to Tiffany, "and you- Tiffany, I'm very happy to have you with me this week as well, I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together."

"Thank you, Mr. Collar." The small blonde replies, half-hiding herself behind Scylla's pant leg.

"Let's go then. It's getting cold." Edwin finally declares, taking Scylla's bag from the floor without a question. The girl goes to complain, but he cuts her off before she can - "and don't fight me on this. Raelle also never let's me carry her bags, for once I'd love to help."

Scylla still wants to protest. Mostly because she feels that they have already asked so much - and she doesn't quite deserve the kindness - but he seems sincere, so she nods instead, and with the affirmative, all three begin their way to the parking lot.

"Is Raelle your friend?" Tiffany asks innocently, skipping happily over her boots.

"Uh- she- yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Well, you said we were going to a friend's dad's house." Tiffany notes. "Where is Raelle then?"

"About that-" Edwin stops in his step, "did you see her? How is she?" He asks, an uneasy tension settling over his demeanor as he studies Scylla for answers, "they told me she was alive but that was it-"

"She's okay. I saw her yesterday, she was well." The brunette assures, and that seems to send a wave of relief over the man, who breathes deeply before continuing their walk along the various cars.

"Oh, thank goodness." He sighs, "when those people took her I thought- I'm so glad she's okay."

"Yeah. We were all worried." Scylla declares. And this, she can relate to. The way he cares so much for Raelle, it spills into the very movement of his expressions. It's familiar, and it warms her heart. She decides right then that she likes Edwin.

"Did the bad people take Raelle too?" Tiffany questions, frowning in scared surprise as they reach Edwin's old truck.

Scylla sighs, not having revealed much of the mission she'd gone on the day before. She knew it'd be scary for her. Tiffany was still very much traumatized, and rightfully so, after everything she'd been through. But Tiffany was also very smart- and observant. She'd catch up eventually and Scylla feels stupid for not dealing with this before coming.

"Yeah. They tried to hurt her, but me and her other friends didn't let them." The necromancer assures, as she helps the girl into the backseat and clicks in her seatbelt, "she's okay now. We're all safe here."

"Oh- Okay." Tiffany nods, but Scylla can see the doubt shining under her eyes.

Scylla wishes she knew what to say, but words fail her, so she squeezes the girl's hand reassuringly once more, winking in what she hopes is humorous solidarity, before closing the door.

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Raelle's house is just like she imagines- small, rustic - surrounded by a thick canopy of trees and bushes. It reminds her of the places she used to stay with her parents, scattered over random cities all over the U.S. Scylla likes it.

"It isn't much, but we always have warm dinner and pancakes in the morning." Edwin quips, humbly, as he leads the pair of witches to Raelle's room, "you can stay here. Hope it is comfortable."

"This is more than enough, Edwin." Scylla smiles gratefully, "it's too much, really. Thank you for letting us stay."

"Nonsense." He waves his hand with a half embarrassed chuckle, "It's good to have people here again. After Rae and Tally left everything feels a lot quieter." Scylla nods in agreement, as the man turns to leave the room, the two witches inside watching him carefully, "You guys should change and rest a bit- I'll call you for dinner.

Scylla thanks him, and waits until the door clicks behind his back to turn her attention to the luggage that had been settled over a random chair. The room is filled with so much Raelle, she can't help but notice the letters, pictures, memories and song lyrics, glued to every single wall, from a time before Fort Salem, before them.

The blonde used to leave notes on her dorm walls back at Fort Salem. Lots of silly things like "I'll be back after training" or "You fight people in your sleep. It's cute.". Scylla wonders if they are still there or if they've been taken by the army when she was captured. It doesn't matter anymore, the necro realizes, and she shakes her head in an effort to bring her attention back to the room.

"You should put on some pajamas." Scylla says toward Tiffany, who sat, grievously quiet, at Raelle's bed.

She looked thoughtful, in a way regular six year olds don't quite show unless they have to go through way too much. Her small, bright eyes hide barely concealed darkness as she shifts her looks everywhere but at the older witch.

Scylla sighs, finding this place - this relationship - so very painfully familiar. She'd been the scared little girl last time, feeling so very small and alone. And now, as the adult, she was definitely going to try her best not to fuck it. As difficult as it might be. The world didn't need another suffering witch.

After a few minutes of silence, Scylla realizes she was not going to get an answer, so she opens the girl's backpack and fishes out a pair of mermaid themed leggings and t-shirt, along with the small bag that carried her tooth and hair brushes along with some other toiletries. Scylla places the items by Tiffany on the mattress, kneeling in front of the young witch and studying her clear, soft little face.

"Hey. Are you feeling alright?"

"Are the bad men coming here to hurt us?" Tiffany asks, instead of a response, and Scylla frowns in worry.

"No, of course no-"

"They came and took Raelle too." Tiffany notices, tears escaping from her eyelids that Scylla dries up with her thumb, "and they hurt Miss Willa, the other kids' at the office and my mommy and daddy. What if they come here again? What if they really hurt us this time?" As the questions stumble out of her mouth, sobs begin to wreck across her throat until she's shaking, ever so slightly, with the force of her tears and heavy, panicked breathing.

Scylla sighs and rises from the ground to cuddle the girl close to her chest, squeezing tight until she can feel Tiffany's little arms squeeze her back. Scylla's afraid too - most of the time, if she allowed herself to be honest - Ever since watching Raelle leave her in that cell the year before, the girl could feel even more perfectly the path of death and destruction that marked their (the witches') way through the world.

One of the bad things about being a necro - Death didn't like not being known, and it showed itself insistently, to anyone able to notice.

"We don't know whether or not they'll come again." Scylla ends up responding, sincerely, as she squeezes her arms even tighter around the little girl, "but I won't let them hurt you, you hear me? I dealt with them before, I can deal with them again."

"No" Tiffany shakes her head, frowning up at her in teary-eyed fear, "You too. You're safe too. I don't want you to get hurt either."

"Hey." Scylla forces out a chuckle, trying to lighten up the situation for the young witch's sake, "don't be silly, ok? I'm pretty much invincible."

Tiffany doesn't laugh, her breathing having somewhat returned to normal. The girl just stares back at Scylla with a seriousness that's all too unfair, coming from a six year old, and she reaches out, her pinky finger lifted in expectation, "Pinky promise you'll be safe too? Please?"

Scylla knows she shouldn't. The truth is, she doesn't know what will happen. After their plan to capture Nicte was said and done, Scylla barely had any idea what she would be doing now. But Tiffany obviously needs the reassurance, from the way she stares ever so desperately at the necro's face.

"Okay, I pinky promise." Scylla smiles, trying to convey some calm toward the other girl as she let her pinky link with the smaller one. It seems to work, as Tiffany's expression softens and her tense posture falls, "now let's get you under a shower and into some pajamas, ok? You're a very smelly little witch right now."

"Am not!" Tiffany replies, and Scylla can't help but full on laugh this time, pulling the small girl to Raelle's bathroom as she mockingly protests.

Second chapter is almost done, just needs to be read over for mistakes. For C2, Raelle calls home, Scylla meets old dodger friends and she also has an important conversation with Edwin.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

#motherland fort salem #scylla ramshorn #raelle collar #raelle x scylla #motherland: fort salem #raylla #taylor hickson #amalia holm #mfs tiffany #tiffany mfs

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myonepiece · 4 years ago

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Law, Luffy, Zoro headcanon- he is at your execution, but you react to the situation like Gol D. Roger then escape yourself

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Warnings: slight angst, mentions of death, EMO

Also feel free to change any of the “last words” quotes

Ztgsfdkzjdb this was so fun to imagine

Also I’ll make this with other characters too!

Law

•The salty smell of the sea was carried through Loguetown and whipped your hair around as you turned the corner

•You started walking down the isle with your hands in shackles, surrounded by marines

•You heald your head high as you strutted through the parted crowd

•You had no regrets of taking their lives, you felt pride knowing that you were such a threat that you were to be executed the same way Gol D. Roger had been

•One foot in front of the other, you smirked as your eyes scanned the crowds’ faces- finding fear, anger, amazement, and sorrow as they watched you being walked to your “death”

•As you stood on top of the platform, you looked into distance with a contempt look that only made the marines and citizens angrier yet fearful that you showed no sign of terror- it was as if you didn’t know you were being executed

“Any last words” the marine next to you asked

•You glanced at him then back at the crowd smiling your infamous grin as you said,

“It’s a fine day for bloodshed”

•You watched the look of fear wash over the faces of those watching, then you jumped and kicked the marines off of the platform

•You kicked up one of their swords and broke your shackles, then into the crowd you jumped slicing as many throats as you could get to as you sprinted towards the docks

Law’s Reaction~~

•He was watching from the docks

•He was watching the love of his life being led to their death, hoping that some miracle would happen that landed you safely back in his arms

•He knew he couldn’t take all of the thousands of marines that were there making sure your execution was carried out

•As much as Law had argued with his crew to save you, they explained there was nothing they could do

•Law felt part of his heart begin to die as another person he cared about approaching their death

•The one thing he couldn’t get out of his mind, was the resemblance you showed to the Pirate King

•You had no fear on your face, only pride

•You had always showed in incredible resemblance to Roger, so much that Law thought you to be his kid at first

•Law listened to your last words and let the tears escape, even in your last moments you were a violent pirate, that he had somehow come to admire and love with all his broken heart

•But as he watched you take down the marines and free yourself, he realized that was why he loved you- your unwavering pride and bloodlust that drove you to your success and constant return to him

•The crowd thrown into panick and he lost sight of you as dust and gunpowder filled the air that was now laced with screams

•As you emerged from the smoke with blood smeared across your face and dripping from your swords, Law realized that he didn’t deserve you, you deserved a king with as much strength as you, but what he didn’t know was that he was the only king you saw fit to hold your heart

Luffy

•It was a spring morning, it couldn’t have been better weather for your execution day

•You took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar smell of sea air mixed with flowers, then you were led into the sunlight and the sound of boos mixed with cheers filled the air

•You grinned at the parted crowd as the marines walked you forward closer to the execution platform that your idol had died on

•You looked at the different types of flowers that littered the shop fronts and ground

•You felt pride in your chest as you thought of the victories that had gotten you to this moment

•All the deaths were worth it and you felt no remorse

•The crowd was varied- some had looks of disgust, some had sorrow, terror, anger, awe, excitement

•You smiled at the kids peeking from behind their parents, it was a smile the world knew all too well, one that always ended in blood

•The closer you got to the platform the more your heart beat with excitement, you would finally see the view that the pirate king had, you had to remember it so you could tell Luffy about it once you were back to him

•You looked out at the crowd with your eyes full of pride and joy, with a hidden layer of violence

“Last words” the marine said

“You should really stop asking for last words, I could’ve killed 10 men while you asked that. But now I’ll kill 100”

•And with that you knocked your head into the marine’s and kicked the other one off the platform

•The crowd erupted into screams as you leaped down, breaking your shackles on the way, and snatched the swords from the dead marines

•You counted down 100 lives as you ran through the crowd dodging bullets towards the docks

Luffy’s Reaction

•Luffy felt like his heart was being ripped apart as he watched the woman he loves being walked to her death

•The whole strawhat crew had to hold him back and explain to him that they would all die if they ran in to save you

•Tears were streaming down his cheeks while Chopper, Sanji, Usopp, and Nami sobbed into each other’s shirts with Robin in background quietly crying as her friend neared the end

•Zoro stood by Luffy holding the back of his shirt in case he tried something- although Zoro knew he wouldn’t completely stop Luffy if he did

•Luffy had planned for you to be his queen, in every dream he had of his victory, you were right by his side

•Mixed with the harrowing sadness and guilt that he felt, there was a hint of pride that you were meeting the same fate that his idol, Gol D. Roger, had met

•What especially intrigued Luffy, was the pride and unwavering grin that you wore across your face- the resemblance to Roger was uncanny

•As you stood on the platform, Luffy’s tears quickened- he would give anything to have you back with him and his arms wrapped multiple times around you

•But the whole crew froze as you proudly said your “last words” then leaped into the battle

•Luffy watched as splashes of blood flew into the air and screams rang throughout Loguetown, the dust covered you from sight and the crew leaned over railing trying to see you

•As you emerged from the smoke with your clothes soaked with blood and the terrifying grin that Luffy loves so much, they cheered

•And as Luffy watched you run towards them, he knew he had made the right choice to make you his queen, he realized that becoming pirate king wasn’t his only dream anymore, he now dreamed of spending the rest of his life with you

Zoro

•The winter wind nipped at your nose as you watched the sun begin to set

•You stepped out into the pathway separating the crowd, with your hands shackled and a group of marines leading you forward to the execution platform

•You held your head high with pride, having such a big execution gave your ego a boost

•You had no regrets, only pride, and you weren’t going to fake sympathy or guilt for the families of your victims

•Walked with pne foot in front of the other and smirked down at the kids who watched you in awe

•The crowd wore expressiones of fear, sadness, joy, disgust, and confusion- most likely wondering why you showed no sign of terror

•Your hair whipped around you as you climbed the the platform and looked out at the same view the Pirate King had seen

•The pride you felt just grew as the marines took their place beside you

“Any last words”

You kept your eyes on the crowd as you smirked and replied “I won’t be killed by a mere marine, enjoy the show”

•You kicked the marines off the platform easily and ran down into the crowd taking a sword with you

•After freeing your hands, you unleashed the force of your violence that had earned you your name

Zoro’s Reaction

•Zoro’s tough exterior cracked when he saw the marines walk you down the isle

•He let the tears slowly fall down his cheeks while the rest of the crew sobbed into his clothes

•He had fought with them because he, Luffy, and Sanji wanted to go in and save you- but deep down they all knew it wouldn’t do any good

•He thought back to all of the times you and sparred with him, watched him train, cheered him on during battles, and napped with him

•Oh how he would miss your naps, the moments he thought of spending every moment of every day with you for the rest of his life

•But now he couldn’t, you wouldn’t be there the day he became the greatest swordsman like the two of you had always planned, even though with you at his side he already felt like he was the greatest

•He would show no mercy in his future fights against the marines

•Zoro snapped back to reality and noticed the resemblance between you.. and the first Pirate King

•Your face showed no fear, you held your head up with pride, the pride he admired so much

•He was proud of you for showing no fear, and proud of the resemblance you held to the greatest pirate

•He watched as you climbed the platform, his heart breaking with every step

•But as you stood on the platform awaiting your execution, he realized that you had no plan of dying

•That gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, your pride and thirst for blood would safely return you to his arms- and that wish came true

•The second he heard your “last words” he knew you would be napping on his chest in just a few moments

•The strawhat crew watched in awe as you tore threw the crowd with astounding skills and grace

•As Zoro saw you emerge from the smoke and gunpowder filled cloud that blocked the sight of the Loguetown town square, he knew that you wouldn’t be leaving him, that you be there to see him become the greatest swordsman and be there at every victory after that- and he’d be dead before he let you get taken away from him again

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evening-starlight · 4 years ago

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Warm Beers

McKenzie Shoupe always had strong feelings towards JJ Maybank, but they were always platonic. At least she thought they were. But when she slowly runs out of warm beer excuses for the funny feeling in her stomach whenever JJ's around, Kenzie thinks they might be more.

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New Series Babys!! This one’s OBX because I just watched season 2 and am OBSESSED.

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The music and laughter greet McKenzie's ears before she can see the party. She smiles to herself, knowing her friends are waiting for her by the fire. The sand gives way under her bare feet as she treks to the boneyard, greeting other people she knows on the way.

"Shoupe Jr, what's up?" John B. yells, jogging over to Kenzie with an unopened can of beer for her. He swings his arm over her shoulders while guiding her towards the fire, where the rest of the group sits on logs. "Where does daddy dearest think you're at tonight?" Kenzie rolls her eyes as she takes a drink of the beer, making a face afterward.

"Why the hell is my shit warm, Routledge?" John B. laughs and points at their blonde best friend.

"Because JJ was in charge of the ice, and what does JJ do best?" Kenzie laughs and waves to the rest of the pouges, not forgetting to flip off her favorite, JJ Maybank.

"Forgets shit," The group, including JJ, say in unison. JJ flips everyone off but smiles brightly. This was Kenzie's favorite spot in all of Outer Banks. The Boneyard with her four best friends, drinking beers by the fire and poking fun at each other. "So, where does Shoupe think you're at tonight?" JJ asks, making room on his log for his favorite girl to sit.

Kenzie takes the seat and leans into JJ as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, playing absentmindedly with the strap of her bikini top. "At Sarah Cameron's," Kenzie says, drinking more of the disgustingly warm beer. "I haven't had her over in over a year, and he still thinks we're best friends." She laughs, shaking her head at her oblivious dad. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he lets me use her as an excuse because he knows I'm doing something with the people who give him high blood pressure." JJ scoffs and holds a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"Are you trying to tell me that your father doesn't approve of us?" Kenzie pushes JJ away with her elbow with a stupid grin. "I'm hurt, Ken, hurt." The group laughs with a shake of their head at JJ's theatrics. He fakes a pout while Kenzie steals his favorite red hat but really doesn't mind. She's the only person who's allowed to steal and wear his clothes.

JJ wouldn't say he necessarily has a soft spot for McKenzie Shoupe, but if she asked him to jump, he'd ask how high. It's a mystery how the deputy's daughter and the town's bad boy became such good friends. All they know is that they can't go a day without each other.

Kenzie lays her head on JJ's shoulder as she continues to joke and talk with her friends. An annoying feeling in his stomach makes him groan, gently pushing the girl off his shoulder. "Hey, you okay, J?" She asks, hand already feeling his forehead. The feeling gets worse, and he feels his face heating up.

"I think the warm beer did something. My stomach isn't feeling too well right now," He mumbles. "I'm heading back to the chateau." He gets off the log and smiles at his friends. "I'll see you all up there later." JJ moves to leave, and Kenzie gets off her seat too.

"I'm coming with you. I got to pee anyways," She says, shrugging. JJ lays his arms across her shoulder with a quick goodbye to the group, and they begin the short walk to the house. "You sure you're okay, J? You don't usually leave a party that soon after it starts," Kenzie worries. JJ would stay until the sun came up and after many boot and rallies. He was the party-going king.

"Yeah, something just felt really off. But at least I learned the warm beer lesson," He jokes. McKenzie sighs with a nod. "You didn't have to come with me, you know? I'm a big boy who can take care of myself." She laughs and pushing him slightly away, only for him to push her back harder, nearly tripping her. The small amount of booze coursing through their system makes the situation funnier.

"I know you can, but I honestly had to pee like a racehorse," She laughs, relief filling her as she sees the chateau coming into view. Kenzie should have honestly peed before she left, but she was too excited to think about it. The thought of seeing JJ again fueled her forgetfulness.

"Well, Ken, I'm sorry to say, but you'll have to wait in line. I have to pee," JJ says before taking off in a sprint towards the house.

"You mother fucker," She yells back, laughing as she chases after him. They wrestle and yell at each other as they trip up the steps until Kenzie gets the lead and slams the door in JJ's face. It won't be a long hold, but long enough to get to the toilet first.

Kenzie barely reaches the restroom before JJ caught up to her, narrowly missing her waist as she dashes into the bathroom, already pulling down her pants. "Suck my dick, JJ," She laughs, sighing in relief as she finally gets to empty her bladder.

"Only if you ask nicely, Ken," JJ prompts, grabbing a step stool from under the counter and standing on it like he's about to empty himself in the sink.

"Oh my God, are you going to piss in the sink?" Kenzie asks in disgust. JJ smiles at her and starts unzipping his jeans. "Holy fuck, you're so unsanitary, Maybank."

"Well, then look away," He exclaims, still undoing his pants to pee. "Unless you want to see my dick," He adds. McKenzie gags, shielding her eyes with her hand. "Oh, come on, you can't say you're not the least bit curious," JJ prompts as Kenzie hears the liquid splashing in the sink.

"If you've seen one dick, you've seen them all, JJ." Kenzie jokes before wiping herself and pulling up her pants, looking the opposite of JJ.

"I would like to disagree on that one, Ken," JJ rebuttals, situating himself back in his pants. The odd feeling is gone, so JJ chalks it up to having a full bladder. "See, dicks are just like pussys," He starts but stops when he sees Kenzie following him out without washing her hands. "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

Mckenzie raises an eyebrow as she says, "In the sink, you just pissed in? Not until it's bleached and gutted." JJ laughs and lets her lead them to the kitchen. "You were saying? About dicks and vaginas?"

"Right," JJ starts again while he hops on the kitchen counter, watching Kenzie wash her hands in the sink there. "They're all different in their own beautiful ways." Kenzie chuckles at her friend's drunken analogy.

"Is that your way of comforting yourself because you have a small peen?" Kenzie asks, turning around towards the boy, who immediately starts to protest. "No, no, it's okay. Like you said, everyone is beautiful in their own way," Kenzie jokes.

"You want to see it and judge for yourself?" JJ asks, jumping off the counter, hands already on his button. Kenzie laughs, shaking her head before looking at the opening door. Kiara stops in her tracks, causing the other two boys to bump into her.

"What's going on in here?" She asks, eyeing the situation. Kenzie is red and smiling while JJ's hands are on the hem of his pants.

"JJ's trying to show me his micro-peen," Kenzie quips. JJ growls and lunges at her, causing her to squeal out a laugh and dodge his attack. She runs through the living room, laughing maniacally at JJ's continuous curses and insults while the rest of the group gazes on.

JJ finally catches Kenzie, pinning her to the ground with her hands above her head. They're both panting and smiling at each other. "If someone didn't have a small penis, they wouldn't be so worked up over me calling them tiny dicked," Kenzie says, shrugging as best as she can in her compromising position.

"Would you two just kiss already and stop this stupid thing you got going on? I'm tired of watching the constant pining," John B. sighs, plopping onto the couch. Kenzie suddenly feels claustrophobic with JJ on top of her, her heart beating faster and throat closing up.

"Off," She mumbles, moving her wrists out of JJ's grasp as he slowly dismounts her. They stay silent as John B. puts turns on the TV, ignoring the awkward tension he caused between the two friends. JJ tries to hand Kenzie his hat back, knowing it's her favorite keepsake of his. She shakes her head timidly, squeezing between John B. and Pope, with her legs to her chest.

"Why'd you guys leave?" JJ asks, setting the hat on the coffee table and planting himself next to Kie on the second sofa, avoiding Kenzie's watchful eye.

Kie shrugs, bumping shoulders with JJ purposefully. "It's not a party without our party king there. Besides, too many Kooks showed up and ruined the vibe."

McKenzie tries to ignore the angry feeling in her stomach, watching the two friends talk. She doesn't even know why she feels that way, but it only grows as JJ leans on Kiara. So much so that Kenzie has to avert her gaze to the animated show on the television, legs still clutched to her chest.

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lovesanmotion · 4 years ago

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ateez reacts: another member initiates skinship with his crush

💌 This is: requested | gifs are not mine. credits goes to the rightful owners.

HOOOOOOONGjoong:

From a distance, he will watch Jongho’s attempts at flirting with you. Chuckling to himself as he gets himself amused at the free show in front of him. And as you leave the room, Hongjoong would slowly approach Jongho, take a seat beside him and placing an arm around his shoulders. Leaning in closely to the maknae as he looks at him dead seriously in the eyes. “In case you didn’t know. I liked her first and I’m going to confess to her first too. I’m actually going to confess to her today too. So if I were you, I’d drop any feelings for her right now.”

DDEONGHWA:

Upon finding out that Wooyoung was getting too close to you, he will make fun of him for as long as he pleases. Not even bothering to know or care if Wooyoung was getting too uncomfortable. When he’s confronted as to why he’s being inconsiderate, he’ll make up random reasons and excuses just to get out of the situation.

YunHOOOOO:

It would bother him so much to watch Hongjoong’s shameless attempts of flirting at you. Until it came to a point that he would squeeze himself in between you two, pushing himself in every conversation and activity that you two would be doing. And in all honesty, he would only pay attention to you. Hongjoong who?

hehetYEOSANG:

Whenever Seonghwa would talk about you, it would be continuous and non stop and would piss off Yeosang so much. His blood would boil when he finds out that Seonghwa’s gonna ask you to hang out with him. “She can’t!” He’d suddenly yell, causing all seven heads to look at him. “I-I mean...she can’t! Yeah, she can’t.” He’d say coolly. Seonghwa would frown. “Aw..why is that? Did she tell you?” Yeosang would blink, open his mouth and say “She did tell me that she has a lot of homeworks to do...she’s getting piles of homework everyday.” A sudden bright beam lit up Seonghwa’s face. “Maybe I can help her!” this caused Yeosang’s eye to twitch. “Yeah about that she has a friend or two helping her already.” Honestly, it keeps going as long as Yeosang isn’t running out of ideas just not to let Seonghwa and you hang out.

SAN!:

He’d have a bored expression on his face all day. Whenever the boys would ask why he was less enthusiastic than yesterday, he’d just lie and say a random excuse of just watch Mingi flirting and placing a hand on your thigh. When the sun is finally setting, all the boys went out of the building to see you off. San tried to smile for you, seeing you hop on the bus that’ll take you home. Before they could go back upstairs, he would hold Mingi’s arm with a grip, only the two of them on the first floor. “If you’re just going to flirt with her, I’d suggest you stop. You look pathetic in front of her and I’m getting embarrassed watching you flirt with her. Do me a favor and take my suggestion, stop flirting with her. I actually invited her here to spend time with me but you hogged up all of her attention. I’d really be grateful if you stop talking to her.” He’d say with a dead expression and then going back up.

mingi:

It would pain him to see you give all of your attention and try to hold hands with San. That should be him! Instead, San took over and took what was supposedly his ‘me time’ with you. When walking back towards the company building, he would purposely slow his pace in walking, grab your arm, taking you away from San. And finally get his deserving attention from you.

WOOOOOYOUUUUUNG:

Would be pissed off the whole day and nothing in this world can make him happy at the moment. When you left them, he wouldn’t hesitate to approach Yeosang and ask. “Do you like her?” He’d watch him intently before hearing Yeo respond with a “Yes I like her. What about it?” he’d take a deep breath, the same pissed off expression on his face. “Please don’t talk to her anymore and respect my feelings. I liked her first.” before walking away and leaving the room to let himself cool off.

JONGHO!:

If it was possible to wash him eyes with bleach, he would have done that already minutes ago. And now he has to suffer being in the same as Yunho and you, watching him getting closer to you, against his liking and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He would fake gag in the corner and create his own little world wherein its just him and him only. When you got up and went out to get some snacks, he would set his phone and hoodie down. “Stop acting like that. It doesn’t suit you. Also, in case you forgot, I told you all that I liked her first. Is that hard to understand?”

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whosjunglejim4322 · 4 years ago

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Warnings: vampire!yong, bl**d, pussy eating, graphic depictions of both, biting, soft dom tae, sweetness

"You're sure you're comfortable with this, my love?" Taeyong softly presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh, his lips so feather light you might not even know they're gracing your skin if it weren't for the icy temperature.

You run your fingers through the front of light hair, more anticipation thrumming through your veins that you'd like to admit; though you know that there's not much physically that you can experience without him knowing even before you do.

"Yes Tae, I'm positive, go ahead. I know you're thirsty."

He swallows, having a bit of a hard time focusing. He is thirsty, and the supply of sustenance from the bank just isn't cutting it anymore. Plus, how could he say no? When you, his little flower, offers yourself so eagerly. So sweetly.

His inticing mouth travels lower, to the inner most portion of your thigh, kissing as sensually as he has been for the past two minutes, trying to make sure this is something you absolutely want.

"You know it'll hurt, hmm bunny?"

You smile to yourself, warmed by his endless list of endearments. You scratch his scalp lightly, his slitted eyes peering up at you through long lashes. His thumbs soothe circles into the softness of your hips.

"Wow, had no idea being bitten by a vampire would hurt, I'm aghast." You exaggerate your lack of surprise, earning an amused, lighthearted chuckle from between your legs as he suddenly nips your skin, the action spiking your heart rate even further.

"Such a smart mouth." His kisses become sloppier, his fingers moving almost imperceptibly towards your crotch, a different type of need beginning to cloud your senses.

You know that he's aware of it as well when he smooths the pad of his thumb over the center of your panties, right over your clit.

You lightly tilt your hips into his touch, a glistening smile revealing itself from behind his pink lips when you gasp.

"Of course you'd be wet, my brave girl." He coos as he opens his mouth just a little bit wider, finally begins to unsheathe his pearlescent fangs. The sight never seizes to instill you with astonishment, yet sometimes, and naturally, unnecessary hesitancy.

You know that it's innate, the urgency to move away from the sharp pointy teeth that are literally meant to pierce your skin and draw blood; but with Taeyong it's enthralling.

Especially with how he's touching you now, not giving you enough, only the ghost of an actual touch as he so sadistically loves to watch you squirm just a teensy bit.

"Ready?" You can tell he's trying to be as reserved as possible with how hungry he really is for you, so you're willing to give him all the affirmation he needs if it means he'll let himself succumb to his desire.

You scoot your hips closer, his lips gracing the sensitive flesh of your thigh, as you nod. "M'ready Yongie, drink."

The pain is bliding at first, it always is. He's only done this once before but you remember the way it feels when they first go in. The burn. Your fingers grasp the sheets, a warm stream of liquid coating the inside of your thigh where he's latched on.

However, the pain soon after becomes a dull ache as traces of his saliva enter your bloodstream, sending waves of bliss throughout your veins, prompting your muscles to relax under his ministrations.

Perhaps there's more that goes into wanting to be bitten, rather than just catering to your boyfriends needs.

The effects that you reap the benefits of still don't change the fact that he's hesitant to bite you, it's not something he takes lightly when your blood is something that can be so hard to resist once it's on his tongue.

And it's even harder to stop himself when you're whining like you are now, pressing his hand down against your center, urging him to rub your clit while he drinks.

You're unbelievable, and all his. The prospect alone is enough to get him drunk.

However, he loves you enough to not want to drain you, and ignores your cries of defiance when he finally removes his crimson colored fangs from your inner thigh, sticking his soft tongue out to clean the wound as best as he can.

It's rude to waste food.

"You okay? Did I take too much?" He asks while kissing your skin, the heady scent of your arousal making his mouth water despite the fact that he's already gotten a taste of you in a different way.

"No, you can have more you know-can have whatever you want."

His stomach lurches with an awful desire to have you fall apart beneath him, with the way you're peering down at him with such submission, eyes big and begging.

"Can't take more right now sweetheart, but I bet you'd be okay with me putting my mouth somewhere else," his plush lips hover over your panties, still smeared with sticky traces of his meal, strong arms hooked around your thighs.

"Is that right, hmm? Is that what you want?"

You nod before he can finish his sentence, wriggling in his tight grasp. One corner of his mouth twitches upwards as he smirks to himself, lowering his head an inch closer to that he can kitten lick the thin fabric that covers your clit.

A whimper resonantes in the back of your throat, your eyes rolling with hormone induced agitation as you realize he won't do anything until he gets a verbal confirmation.

"Yes, Yongie, pleaseeeeeee."

He smiles widely this time, teeth peeking out from behind his red lips, eyes filled with adoration despite his onyx pupils nearly covering the whole of his irises.

"Sweet baby, gets wet from the nastiest things, huh?" His mocking cadence is sharp with a lustful edge as you watch him with rapt anticipation, his slim and delicate fingers pulling your panties off of your hips, down your legs.

You already knew you were soaked but now it's quite obvious as he presses his cool palms to the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart with as much control he can muster, your arousal gleaming like a prize he's just won.

"Fuck, you really do need my mouth, poor thing."

You feel tears burn the back of your throat with how relieved you are when his lips finally envelop your swollen bud, legs trembling in his hold.

His mouth never ceases to get you unnecessarily worked up, and not just with the way he uses it but because of the things he says as well.

He's never been reserved with you, and certainly not when it comes to giving you pleasure. He's had too many years of experience that never gave him the high that loving you, and pleasing you does, to simply hold himself back from eating you like a man starved; from letting every filthy thought slip past his lips.

It's one of his favorite things to do, so naturally he's nasty with it. The sounds are half the fun, the way he groans against your sex, tongue lapping up every drop of essence that leaks from you.

It's hard to keep any sort of composure, your back arching off of your mattress thighs attempting to close around his head, though his inescapable grip doesn't leave you much of an option.

"Y-Yongie ooohh, feels so-so goooood."

Your fingers are lost in his dishevled hair, his nose pressed against your pubic bone as his soft lips suckle as your clit, tongue merclisless and inhumanely fast. His eyes, fierce and humgry, stay glued to you the entire time.

"Could lick your pussy forever," He spreads your folds open with his thumbs, mouth glistening as he spits onto your cunt, practically growling at the sound of your cries. "Gonna make you cum all over my tongue."

You're not too far away from it, the warmth in your belly soon after becoming sweltering, your skin prickly with heat. He is so good, so greedy as he shakes his head back in forth while he flicks his tongue, hair tickling your belly.

And the way he groans against you, like it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. It makes you feel special, almost more so than when he professes that no blood has ever tasted as good as yours. It's knowing that such a beautiful, strong creature is here in between your legs, eager to have you helpless against his mouth.

"O-Oh m'gonna cum! T-Tae ohhhhhhh."

He keeps you torturously still as your body twitches, while he laps at your leaking entrance as if any drop escaping his taste buds would be a crime. You're not sure if you're making noise or not, everything fuzzy as pleasure melts you to the bed.

He keeps your legs open while you ride the waves of your high, slowly and sensually kissing your sex while your heartbeat begins to thrum at a somewhat normal pace in your ears. Still, it's too much to have his mouth still on you.

"Yongiieeee, no more, please." He pouts, but abides by your request as he knows that it's sometimes overwhelming for a human to be overstimulated, especially after an event like being bitten. His heart help but to soften at your fucked out expression.

"Cute baby, you're all whiny and sensitive." He says it with an adoring lilt, crawling his way up from between your legs and gently grasping your jaw between his slim fingers. You're practically jelly at this point, humming as you stare up at him through bleary eyes.

"M'tired, fake sleep with me."

He laughs, knowing that he's gonna have to carry you to the bath and get you washed up. Though, for now, he simply nods his head in response and leans down to peck the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

"Sure, I'll fake sleep with you bunny."

He kisses your lips.

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weareallstoriesintheend · 4 years ago

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A writing request: Protective Clyde rescues reader from a guy being a little too handsy at the bar. Makes sure reader gets home safely. Super fluff/protective Clyde. Maybe ends with a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Annnddd I'm already crying thinking about you writing this

Safe & Sound (Reader x Clyde Logan)

Note: For you @ladyinwriting18? Anything! 🥰

Part 1 of the Safe & Sound Series. Here is Part 2 & 3

Warnings: Creepy misogynistic bullshit. But also the fluffiest of fluff!

Words: 2,407

Smutty Part 2 - HERE

The smell of whiskey breath ghosting over your face made your stomach turn. You were just trying to have a quiet drink at the ‘Duck Tape’ after a long day at work and all of a sudden you were having your evening ruined by some overbearing guy with half a bottle of dutch courage behind him. “Seriously, I’m okay thank you” you said politely, trying to catch the eye of anyone who could get this guy off you. You were not one to be polite to guys that harass you usually but something about this guy’s overly aggressive lean towards you had put you on edge. All sorts of images and scenarios were flashing through your mind and your heart was starting to hammer in your chest. But just like always, just like you were taught from the time you can walk, you played it off by smiling sweetly and being as polite as possible. Annoyingly you’d chosen to sit in the back corner of the bar tonight so you had nowhere to go but past him. Your dress was high up on your thigh and you tried, subtly, to pull it down. “Nah, come on sweetheart” he said with a smirk, flicking your long hair off your shoulder dragging his fingers purposely along your skin as he does it “Let me buy you a drink” You went to speak again, hoping to brush him off but the panic in you was rising. The feeling of his skin on yours had triggered something within you, you fidgeted your hands over each other on the bar top to stop them trembling. You looked up at him, mustering up that fake sweet smile again, turning to grab your jacket to leave – figuring this was the only way to get him to leave you alone – before you heard someone else speak.

“I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” you heard the deep drawl before you looked up. Clyde Logan was sidling his way across to where you were sat in the corner, the light of the bar was behind him like an aura. Your lumbering guardian angel. Honestly you’d never paid too much attention to him, he was just… Clyde. He’d been around forever except for when you’d returned from college and found out he was off in Iraq. Clyde was just the big grumpy bartender who made a mean vodka cranberry for you every Friday night; the same grumpy bartender who always slipped in an extra lime because he knew you liked it. You gave him a relieved smile as you caught his eye; he instantly turned his attention back to the guy leaning against you as he piped up once more. “Oh come on Clyde, I was only havin’ a bit of fun” he slurred, giving him a hacking laugh before slipping his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder. You instantly tensed up, skin crawling as you could feel the sweat drip from his forehead on your bare shoulder as he propped himself against you. “Oh I’m sure ya are. But see, I don’t think she finds it very fun do you darlin’?” Clyde said looking at you out the corner of his eye and you shook your head. “Now I’m asking ya to leave cause you’re making my customers uncomfortable. I’m damn sure this woman, nice as she is, doesn’t want your hands all over her now does she?” You shook your head again and the guy looked at you, having the audacity to scoff in offense at your response before turning back to Clyde with a grin. But Clyde kept talking “Her shakin’ her head there? That’s her sayin’ no. Got that? So I’m goin’ to ask you one more time to get off her. Look at her… sweet like a little bird she is, she don’t need your big greasy paws all over her like that” The drunk guy sneered and jostled your shoulders in a jovial way, trying to show Clyde how you were at ease you supposed, and you felt his metal watch strap nick your skin at the back of your neck and you hissed softly at the pain. There was a sudden thud and you looked down; Clyde had grabbed the guy’s free arm that was resting on the bar with his flesh hand. He gave it a sudden tug and the guy gave a high-pitched yelp as he was pulled closer to Clyde and off you. “I said… I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” Clyde repeated. You knew sweet, quiet Clyde could have a temper when he needed one; you’d seen him strong-arm a few guys out on their asses a few times over the years. You’d always quietly admired how sturdy and wide his body looked, comfortable and yet solid. So when he did things like that you’d silently sip your drink, pretending you weren’t watching his bicep bulge under his long-sleeved shirt as he grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck or twist their arm behind their back and haul them out the bar. Another bar patron, an older guy, was walking past this little scene and shot the drunk guy a knowing look before giving his input “Now Billy! Logan here’s got two tours under his belt. Show the guy some respect. Make yourself scarce, come on” Clyde shoo’d this new guy off with a tilt of his head and the guy threw his hands up in surrender before walking away. Billy let out another hacking laugh that made you flinch slightly in your seat, it was full of contempt and far too much confidence for a man in his position “What do you think ya goin’ to do Logan? One arm freak ain’t gunna do nothin’ to me!” “I think you’ll find that I still have my arm, just my forearm and hand that’s missin’. I still got enough to break this arm of yours in three places if you don’t leave this beautiful young lady alone” “Oh I see, Little Logan got a crush” Billy grinned cockily at him, spittle was flying out of his mouth as he slurred and it made you cringe as you saw it landing on Clyde’s dark blue shirt. You started to panic again, you didn’t know what Clyde was going to do next and you shot him a look. You didn’t want him to get himself in trouble for you and after everything that had had happened at the speedway you worried that one little thing would get the cops on

his ass again. He caught your panicked expression and gave you a contemplative pout before turning his head back to Billy. He dragged Billy a little closer so he was bent uncomfortably; you could see his belt cutting deep into his side, pressed into him by the wood of the bar. He was flinching and groaning in Clydes strong grasp, when Clyde spoke he was close to his face and his voice was a low, slow and dangerously calm growl “Now somethin’ tell me this precious, good woman here wants me to spare you the pain I was plannin’ on givin’ ya, kind as she is. So I’m goin’ to let you go but if I ever see you so much as look at her again I’ll show you what two tours in Iraq teaches ya. Got it?” You watched as Billy quickly gathered up his jacket that was hanging haphazardly from the chair he had been sitting on and skitter out the bar like a dog with its tail between its legs. Clyde gave you a pouty but satisfied nod before calmly going back to washing glasses.

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The bar was closing in around an hour so Clyde made you another drink, extra lime as always, to steel your nerves. As he walked around, picking up after people and saying goodnight to the stragglers he kept a close eye on you. Always looking back over his shoulder to where you were sat. You smiled every time he looked at you, several times you thought about getting up to leave for the night but he always caught your eye and something in his look made you sip your drink a little slower. Maybe you should stick around.

“He didn’t hurt you or nothing did he?” Clyde said in a low voice so the last people that were leaving couldn’t hear him. Part of you wondered if he was embarrassed to be helping you but then you realised, as he turned his body to literally shield you from the gaze of the rest of the patrons in the bar, he was protecting your privacy. “No Clyde, I’m fine thank you” you smiled, brushing your dress down awkwardly trying to ease the tension. Clyde was a man of few words usually but he made up for it in the intensity of his stare and right now that stare was focussed purely on you. His eyes roamed over you and it made a heat rise up on the back of your neck. He made a grunting noise, almost to himself, and he leaned over the bar to fetch a napkin. He turned the tap on that was over the small bar sink and dipped the napkin under the running water. You gave him a look, raising your eyebrow in question and he nodded to you shoulder. You looked down and noticed a small trail of dried blood running down your shoulder from where the guy had cut you with his watch. “Can I touch ya? Is that okay?” he asked, eyes soft and concerned as he studied you. You nodded shyly and he leant forward and wiped the napkin over your skin gently. You watched his hand carefully, the huge size of it compared to your arm making you bite back a giggle. The cold of his horseshoe ring brushing lightly against your skin made you break into goosebumps. He dabbed and patted to make sure he got it all wiped away “There ya go, all cleaned up” He gave your arm a stroke with his thick knuckles, like he was doubly making sure you were all squared away. Clyde Logan didn’t smile very much, you always thought his signature grumpy pout was actually quite endearing, but in this moment as you gazed up at him he gave you the smallest, most tender smile and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. “You don’t have to take care of me you know?” you whispered, he shook his head as he hopped up on the bar and swung himself back over. “Well of course I do, pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have to deal with assholes like that!” You gave him a small push to his chest that barely moved him “You stop that!” you laughed, he chuckled as you dipped your head down, letting your hair hide the growing blush on your cheeks. “I only speak the truth darlin’” he said turning to wander over to the cash register “Give me 2 minutes to check todays takins’ and I’ll drive ya home” You scoffed and dropped off your high bar stool onto your feet “You really don’t need to do that, I’m sure that guy is long gone” “Well I can’t just let ya go home on your on now can I? What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?” he said, you swear you saw him smirk to himself and he pushed his hip into the cash register to close it. He turned to you, swinging his jacket off the hook on the wall and around his shoulders. “Oh Clyde, you’re sweet but I’ll be okay” You stepped forward as you spoke and helped him pull his jacket over his prosthetic arm “Really! I don’t live too far, you know that! It’s only a mile round the corner I can walk it” You flushed at his forwardness and unexpected level of care he was showing you. The heat was rising up on the fact of your neck again and you couldn’t quite decide if it was embarrassment or something a little more intimate. “Nonsense, I won’t hear another word on the matter” he shot you another smile; you quite liked this more relaxed Clyde. There was something about that shy smile that made you accept his offer with a small nod. “Perfect. Let me grab my keys and I’ll drive ya”

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You hopped down out of his truck as he opened the passenger door for you, which he had insisted on doing; he’d even held out his prosthetic arm for you to use to steady yourself as you dropped unsteadily onto your driveway. You’d thanked him quietly and he’d responded “Nothing but the best for the princess” making you giggle and elbow his side jokingly. You both wandered down the driveway in comfortable silence, nothing but crickets and the crunch of gravel beneath both your shoes.

“Safe and sound now aren’t ya” he said, tapping your front door absentmindedly with his knuckle, watching you wrestle your keys out of your bag. You chuckled and nodded, before you could give yourself a second to overthink it you pitched up on your tip toes, pulling him down slightly with your a small hand on his wide shoulder, and placed a timid kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Clyde” you whispered. You giggled slightly as a noticeable pink blush bloomed across his cheeks and he shook his head and stuttered “N-no thanks necessary sweetheart”

You put your key in the lock and he turned to leave with a courteous nod goodnight. As you pushed open the door breathing out a tightly held in sigh, suddenly thankful to be in the comfort of your own home, you heard him say your name. You spun to see him a few feet away from you, rocking on his heels slightly “Come by the bar tomorrow night? I’ll make you another one of those cranberry drinks you like and…I’d errr… I’d love to see ya”

Now it was your turn to blush, you hoped he couldn’t see it in the shadow of your doorway

“I’d love too. See you then” you replied, giving him a small wave before going inside.

Maybe you should have paid more attention to the big grumpy bear behind the bar because it turns out, he’s rather sweet.

#clyde logan #logan lucky #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x you #request

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