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solarsturniolo · 8 months

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𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 // 𝑀.𝒮.

𝔅𝔶 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢 💋

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Inspired by the song Nothing by the Script

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: lowkey kinda heart wrenching / drinking / borderline addiction / swearing / toxic??

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓇: This story is fictional! I am aware that the triplets are sober. This is a little thing I like to call 'story telling'.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 1739

So I stumble there, along the railings and the fences

I know if I faced her face, that she'll come to her senses

Every drunk step I take leads me to her door

If she sees how much I'm hurting, she'll take me back for sure

“Please be up. Please be up.”

“...mmph…Hello?”

“...H-Hi.”

“What is it?”

“...C-Can I come over?”

A heavy sigh. “No, Matt-”

“Please,” he interrupted her, afraid that if he didn’t she would hang up. “I miss you.”

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“I haven’t-”

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

“Fuck- fine, six,” he mumbled, sniffling sharply and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I had six-”

“Six what, Matthew?”

“I…I-” he paused, sniffling again. “I miss you, can I come see you?”

“No, Matthew.”

“Stop it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Stop calling me that, you never call me that.”

“You need to get some rest. I’m calling Nick-”

“No, d-don’t go. Please.”

“Matt, you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“I just need to see you again,” he stated, sniffling again. “Please, I…I’ll leave you alone if you let me see you one more time.”

Another sigh. “How do you plan on getting here.”

“I’ll dr-”

“No you will not.”

His heart leaped. She still cares. She doesn’t want anything to happen to me. There’s still hope. “Uber?”

“Where are you right now.”

He looked around. “Outside.”

“Is there anything around you?”

“Trees?”

“Where are Nick and Chris.”

“Insid-”

“You make my blood boil,” she groaned.

“I’m sorry,” he hiccuped. “I miss you. I-I love you.”

“Stop.”

He sniffled again, a chill running through his body. He pulled his thin jacket tighter to his body. “Can I come see you?”

“Matthew, where are you.”

“I c-can get an uber, or I can walk. I don’t mind walking-” he whispered, his voice breaking again. He sniffled. “Please, I need you. I need to see you and hear you and..and feel you.”

“Matt, are you safe? Where are you. I need you to answer my questions.”

“I’m at home,” he mumbled.

“Where.”

“The driveway.”

“I will send you an uber, but this is the last time.”

Click.

X O X O X O

The knock at the door startled her, despite anticipating it at any moment. She got up from her spot on the couch, making a beeline for the door. She opened it and in stumbled a drunken Matt, who dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms gently around her thighs. He rested his cheek on the plush of her thigh.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She would give in if she did. She could hear his soft sniffling and the sound of his lips leaving soft kisses to her thigh. “I’m s-sorry, please look at me. Please say something.”

“You can’t keep doing this, Matt. You have to let me go.”

He sniffled again. She felt the warm dampness of his tears on her skin. “I c-can’t.”

“You have to.”

“Please don’t make me,” he sobbed. She finally looked down at him, her heart aching at the sight of him clung to her legs, completely broken. “I need you, I can’t-”

“You need to find a way,” she insisted, reaching behind her to take Matt’s hands out of their interlocked state. He refused, holding her tighter. “Matt, you need to let me go.”

“You’re all I have,” he hiccuped, looking up at her with watery bloodshot eyes. His lip quivered, a tear rolled down his cheek. “I-I have nothing without you,” his voice croaked.

She sighed, sinking down onto the floor. She gently stroked his cheek, wiping the tears off of his face with her free hand. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

He sniffled. “I don’t want you to go, p-please,” he begged her. “Don’t leave me.”

“You know I can’t stay with you,” she whispered to him. “You do this to yourself every night. I’m so worried about you, Nick and Chris are worried about you.”

He looked at her, his face blotchy and red from crying. His eyes were even bluer than normal. “Y-You are?” he asked, leaning into her touch as she held his cheek.

“Matt, everyone’s worried about you,” she replied. “You have so many people that care about you, why are you torturing yourself like this? It kills me seeing you like this.” She brushed his messy hair out of his face, looking into his glossy eyes.

“Please- one more chance,” he pleaded, moving in close to her. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses gently brushing together. “One more…I can’t lose you. You’re the only person in this world that I want,” he continued.

“Matt…”

“You’re the only girl I want to wake up next to,” he whispered, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb delicately tracing her chin. His lips ghosted over hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You’re the only girl I wanna take out and show off, you’re the only girl I want to lay next to at night. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I…I’m so fucking scared. I’ve never been this vulnerable and open with another person before,” a soft sob fell from his lips. He bumped his nose gently against hers, their lips grazing. “Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll go away,” he stated.

“Matt-”

“Say it. I’ll never bother you again, I’ll never call or…or show up uninvited again. But you have to say it,” he whimpered, his eyes opening to look into hers. His free hand cupped her other cheek. “Please look at me,” he pleaded.

She pursed her lips, opening her eyes as well to look at him. As soon as she looked into his deep blue eyes, she felt herself melting. Matt’s gaze softened, noticing her more relaxed state. He leaned in to close the gap between them, only stopping when he felt her cold fingers touch his lips.

“You have to let me go, Matt,” she whispered again.

His lip quivered, a whimper getting caught in his throat, tears threatening to spill once again. “Say you don’t love me,” he repeated.

She stayed silent once again. She couldn’t say it. She knew deep down that she loved him, and that a part of her always would love him.

“I can get better, I can be better,” he continued, looking down at her with tearful eyes. “All I want is to be better for you-”

“You can’t go a single night without drinking yourself dumb,” she stopped him. “You can’t change, Matt. You’ve had the opportunities-”

Matt shook his head in disbelief. “Please, I-I know I can change-”

“You can’t.”

She went to stand back up, her heart shattering as he clung to her for dear life. “N-No, please,” he hiccuped, his fingers digging into her clothed hips. “Please,” he sobbed, looking up at her with his glassy blue eyes, his pupils blown out and bloodshot. “Don’t…Don’t push me away. Don’t push me out,” he whimpered.

She stood her ground, refusing to look down at his pathetic state. She refused to touch him, knowing if she did, she wouldn’t be able to let go of him. “I’m calling Nick.”

“I’m begging you-”

“I can’t let you stay again. I can’t keep letting you hurt me.”

Matt’s lips parted in disbelief, a stray tear rolling down his cheek and falling from his chin. “Hurt you?” His eyes glossed over with pain, one that he had never known before. “H-How…What do you mean?”

She pursed her lips, her eyes closing as she tried to think of the best way to word what she wanted to say. “You always do this, Matt. You come over, you do this every time. I always give in because-” a pause interrupted her sentence, her questioning if she should say it out loud or keep it a distant shout in the back of her head. “Because I love you, and…I can’t not love you.”

A glimmer of hope replaced the sorrow in his eyes. “I never stopped loving you,” he spoke, his voice wavering, his nerves shot from the lack of control he had over himself in this moment. He rose to his feet gracelessly. His hand felt cold as it touched her cheek, though the gentle caress of his fingers on her skin made her melt. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you, let me prove it to you.” He watched her face, examining any little change in her expression. Please don’t let me go. Please don’t push me away.

“I can’t go through this again, Matt,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “You have to promise me-”

“I promise, I promise. Fuck, I swear on my life,” he enveloped her in his arms. “I promise,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head. He felt her arms snake around his waist, hugging him back, and he nearly collapsed as relief flooded his body. “I love you so much,” he mumbled softly into her hair, kissing her head again.

“We have to start slow,” she spoke softly, setting her boundaries. “I can’t jump right back in like none of this ever happened-”

“I know,” he replied. “I know, that’s fine, I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“You’ve sobered up quite a bit,” she sniffled softly, and it was only then that Matt released his embrace, pulling away to look down at her. She looked up at him, smiling softly as a tear rolled down her cheek, glimmering in the moonlight.

His thumb brushed across her cheek, wiping the tear from her face. “Why are you crying?”

“I missed you, Matt,” she replied. It felt like a stake being driven into his heart, it stung. All of those nights of him wallowing in his own self pity, wasting away his potential, all of those nights thinking she loathed him, thinking he would never be able to feel happy again; It was all in his head. None of it was real. She never felt that way about him. She waited for him, she loved him through his mistakes, through his flaws, through his lowest moments. Nobody had ever been so loyal to him before, apart from his family. Nobody had ever waited to catch him when he fell.

“I missed you too.” More than you could ever know.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒:

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spencerreiddddd · 3 months

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Unfit, or fit?

I actually love this recommendation so much, hope you love it @ilovethepipecleaner !💋

Gist: Spencer and you had never really thought about having kids because you both grew up in broken homes, so what happens when you find out your expecting a little one.

You felt hands running up and down your stomach as you groggily opened your eyes.

A smile crept onto your face as you realized you were in your husbands embrace.

“Good morning Dr.” you said teasingly as you shifted onto your back to look at Spence who was staring at you hair askew and mess.

“Good morning Mrs. Reid.” He said as he bent down to give you a kiss, Spencer and you had been married for almost a year now and he still loved calling you by your new last name.

“We gotta get ready for work.” He said getting up from the bed and walking over to your shared closet. His statement causing you to groan, you wanted a few more minutes to stay in bed with Spencer but you knew serial killers don’t wait.

“Im coming” you said as you got up from bed joining Spencer in the closet.

You walked out the elevator hand in hand with Spencer as you made a disgusted face at the comment Spencer had made in the elevator talking about how many micro-organisms were currently on your face.

“You couldn’t give me any other statistic Spence?” You say with a disgusted face causing Reid to chuckle.

“OHHHH, if it isn’t my favorite married couple.” You heard a familiar cheery voice say from the hallway causing Spencer and you to look up with smiles in both of your face’s already knowing who the voice belonged to.

“Pen!” You said letting go of Reid’s hand to embrace your shot of sunlight. “My sweet girl!” She said hugging you so tight you thought you’d throw up your breakfast….but the thought made your stomach queasy and when Penelope let you go you lifted your hand up to your mouth gagging a bit as you felt your saliva and mouth get hot. Clear indicators you were going to throw up, quickly realizing this you ran over to the large trash can in the hallway and hurled your insides out.

Spencer and Pen were quick to reach your side as Spencer grabbed your hair into a makeshift pony tail and pen rubbed circles on your back.

“Y/N ? Are you alright?” Spencer said as you got up wiping your mouth. You nodded “yeah I am.” You said a little confused on what caused you to throw up.

“Maybe it was something you ate for breakfast?” Pen offered a conclusion and you nodded in agreement.

Spencer seemed a little iffy but all of you agreed for that to be the case. “Ima go wash up I’ll meet you at the briefing.” You say to both of them as you walk towards the bathroom.

It was odd lately your body had been feeling different, you had been feeling more nauseous lately but you had always made rational conclusions for it, like a stomach bug or an allergy you didn’t know you had. Your breast had been sore lately but you always concluded it to Spencer and his tight grips during sex.

Spitting the sink water out your mouth you looked at your reflection in the mirror, a thought suddenly dawned on you.

Pregnant…

The word flashed into your mind causing you to look at your stomach. There was no way right? You were on the pill because you and Spencer agreed you both weren’t ready to discuss having kids yet.

However

The pill didn’t mean you were 100% free from getting pregnant. Unvoluntarily you moved your hand to your stomach feeling for something??

No you couldn’t be a mom, how could you be a mom? You didn’t have a mom growing up your mom had always been absent. She was always out in clubs, drinking and partying, and when she was home she was sleeping her hangover away and waking up just in time to go to her Waffle House night shift. Leaving you alone to take the bus to school, coming home to an empty home, not just physically but emotionally too. Your mother seemed to want to be around everyone else but you, only once had you heard I love you fall from your mothers lips towards you, and she was in her drunken state. It had been a late night after the club and she walked into your room reeking of alcohol as you read a book. She walked over falling to her knees and begging you to forgive her and she spat out I love you’s.

Yet the next morning it was like the night never happened and she didn’t even remember. Your father had died when you were 4 so you didn’t remember much of him at all. How could you be a mom if you never had one to teach you how to be one?

“Y/N?” A voice came from the bathroom door snapping you out of your thoughts. JJ stood at the door a confused expression on her face “you okay?” She asked as you walked over to her. “Yeah of course why do you ask?” You responded with plastering a smile on your face. She eyed you up and down analyzing if you were being truthful “nothing, just came to get you because were about to start the briefing.” She said as you both walked out the bathroom and towards the glass doors.

“Oh okay thank you.” You said smiling at her as she sent you a warm motherly smile.

JJ was a mom she was an excellent mom, always boasting about her kids expressing how proud she was, how much she loved them. You’d want to be like JJ if you’d ever were a mom, sometimes you’d think how lucky Henry and Michael were to have such a loving and caring mom like JJ. You’d seen how JJ would give her life up for her children how her children would be her first priority edite anything else.

“Okay since we’re all here let’s start.” Pen said as you and JJ took a seat in the round table as Pen described the case.

The case had taken a turn for the worst, the unsub was more unpredictable than any of you thought. He managed to escape from the house when Morgan broke down the door which brought you to where you were now, chasing after him in a car. Morgan drove as you rode shot gun shot gun and being his extra set of eyes. The rest of the team were in different cars taking different roads to be able to find a way to surround the unsub.

“He took a right at blíndale street!” You shouted at Morgan as he quickly turned the car right. Turning to look at the dashboard Morgan was hitting 85mph to keep up with the unsub.

“I lost him!” Morgan yelled as you looked back up to the street scanning for the blue minivan. Infront of tow cars you spotted it again as the unsub was wrong way driving. “I see him he’s over there!” You said pointing to the mini van as Morgan spotted him. Morgan turned sharply as cars began braking and beeping.

You turned your attention to the oncoming traffic spotting a 18 wheeler coming straight towards you. Your eyes widened “Morgan watch out!” You screamed as the truck got closer and you closed your eyes waiting for impact. “Hold on Y/N!” Morgan yelled putting his hand over your body like a seat belt as the 18 wheeler came tumbling towards y’all.

The strength of the hit caused the car to flip over 5 times landing on the side. Air bags hit your face and the seatbelt felt like the tightest thing around your body burning your chest with its grip. You whimpered in pain as the car stopped rolling and came to a stop. The smell of oil filling your lungs and the ringing in your ears louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. Your eyelids heavy and head throbbing you blacked out.

The coldness hit your skin as you felt goosebumps form on your arms. You felt pain shot onto your chest causing you to groan and scrunch you face, immediately there was a presence hovering over you and a voice “Honey? Honey? Can you hear me?” Spencer’s quiet voice sounded so beautiful to your ears as you slowly blinked your eyes open. The bright white fluorescent lights blinds you temporarily, you shifted your aching neck at Spencer. His eyebrows furrowed his eyes sad and desperate, his hands gripping onto yours as if he were to let go you would disappear.

“Spence?” You murmured out

“Yeah baby I’m here.” He said moving a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“What happened?” Was all you could say trying to remember anything.

“There was an accident you got hit by a 18 wheeler.” He said caressing your cheek.

Memories flooded back into your mind gasping as you remembered Morgan.

“Oh my God is Morgan okay?!” You asked trying to sit up and groaning in pain. Quickly Spencer positioned you back down “hey no no no, stay still Morgan’s okay he has a broken arm but other than that he’s doing okay.” Spencer assured you causing you to relax.

“He broke his arm because of me.” You say looking at Spencer remembering how Morgan’s first instinct was to protect you.

“Because he loves you, he chose to willingly protect you. It’s not your fault.” Spencer said looking down at your chest.

Your eyes following his as you say your hospital gown had blood around your chest. Curious you pulled down the gown from your shoulders revealing a rash across your chest.

“The seatbelt caused that.” Spencer’s voice rang out.

“The seat belt saved you.” Spencer said quietly as if he was telling himself those words.

“Mr. & Mrs. Reid?” A woman’s voice came from the room door, it was a doctor.

“Yes that’s us.” Spencer said getting up from his seat as the doctor walked in to stand by your bed a smile on her face.

“I have purely good news!” The small blonde doctor beamed with a smile on her face as she opened her clipboard.

“The rash will heal in about 2 months time and we will be providing ointment for the itchiness it may cause.” She said as Spencer and you smiled.

“And no internal damage was cause to you or your baby.” She finished off as she closed her clipboard looking between you and Spencer.

The room was quiet.

Did she just say baby?

No?

Did she?

No?

You were hallucinating, you had to be… right?

“Excuse me baby?” Spencer’s voice cracked as he stared at the doctor.

“Yes… I’m sorry did you not know you were pregnant Mrs?” The blonde turned to look at you puzzled.

“N-no.” You say quickly

“You’re 8 weeks pregnant, your baby’s organs are beginning to form.” She says opening her clipboard again and looking at her medical charts for you.

“I will take my leave now, call me if you need anything.” The blonde says giving a polite smile and walking out of the room leaving you and Spencer in silence.

It was deafening quite, Spencer was frozen in place his eyes a mixture of emotions as he stared into space.

Your eyes began to swell up with tears. Memory’s of your childhood flooding your head, you couldn’t be a mom you didn’t know how to be a mom. This would end badly, what if you were like your own mom or worse? Tears ran down your cheeks like water flow.

“I’m so sorry Spencer.” You cracked out, you knew Spencer wasn’t jumping at the opportunity to have kids he had told you before he never had a dad so he wouldn’t know how to be one. Spencer loved his mom but she wasn’t a role model or 100% there all the time like she should have been.

“I’m so so sorry.” You said again bringing your hand to cover your mouth.

Spencer turned his head towards you taking in your crying face.

“Baby…shhh shhh shh.” He said sitting back down and wiping your fallen tears.

“I know you don’t want to be a dad.” You said holding his hand the rested on your cheek.

“What makes you think that?” He said his eyes pained

“You said before you didn’t have a dad so you wouldn’t want to put your own child through what you’ve been through.” You said your voice weak.

“I know baby but i know I won’t be the man my father was, because I have you. Because we’re doing this together.” He said kissing your eyelids.

“What if I’m like her.” You said looking up at Spencer.

He knew who you were talking about and he hated that you thought that about yourself.

“Baby you won’t be like her, because you aren’t her… you’ve already proven that because you show love and support to your friends, because you are able to show your love and affection through words and actions. That already proves you are nothing like her.” Spencer says rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek.

You nod your head soaking in his words.

“We’re gonna do this together.” He says smiling softly

“Promise?” You ask

“Promise.” He responds kissing you.

“Mommy mommy bedtime story!” Little Alice says as she crawls into her toddler bed you giggle as you turn the little lamp on in her room by her bed side.

“How about daddy tells you as story instead?” You say as Spencer walks into the room and smiles widely.

“Yes yes!” She says as you slide in next to her in bed.

“What about the story of Rumple Buttercup?” Spencer says sitting on the other side of Alice so she lays in between you two.

Alice giggles “that’s a weird name daddy!” Spencer smiles

“That’s the point princess Rumple is weird.” He says matching his daughter’s wide grin.

You watch both of them a smile spread across your face, you did it. Both of you, you both did it together.

You learned and grew and you couldn’t be more proud of the parents you both were.

You couldn’t be more proud of Alice your little angel your saving grace. You both had no idea how much you needed her until you both had her. You can’t imagine a world without Alice, you’d made a promise to always protect her no matter what, she was a part of you and Spencer put together.

Spencer got up from the bed snapping your attention away from your thoughts.

You looked down at a snoring Alice.

You smiled as you bent down to caress her cheek and place a kiss on her forehead “I love you angel.” You whispered as you got up and Spencer stared at you.

“What?” You smiled as he walked over to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You look so beautiful as a mom.” Spencer said kissing your cheek causing you to smile.

“You think so?” You teased lifting your arms to wrap around his neck.

“You’re the most beautiful woman.” He said burring his head into your neck as you both rocked in place.

Everything was so perfect.

“I love you.” He whispered into your skin.

“Thank you for everything for giving me what I didn’t know I needed.” He added as he kissed your neck affectionately.

“I love you more.” You responded tears brewing in your eyes.

No because I had so much fun writing this, it was so cute. I hope you all like this as much as I did!

#criminal minds imagine #spence reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #oneshot #angst #derek morgan #spencer #happy ending #pregnant #fluff

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abiatackerman · 4 months

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"Levi x Reader" Masterlist

Oneshots:

(Aot era)

Daddy's little rival

Just Levi and his son are fighting over you on a weekend afternoon!!!

Oops! Daddy said the "F" word?!

What happens when Levi accidentally curses in front of his own son? Of course his son starts repeating him too!

Interrupted by brats

What can be worse for Levi when the brats interrupt his kissing twice? You'll be leaving for a week and he can't even properly give you a goodbye kiss! He'll definitely punish the brats for this!!!!

Food fight and forgiven kisses

After having a rough fight with Levi, you decide not to eat anything. Being defeated by your stubbornness, Levi throws you over his shoulder to feed you himself.

Healing touches

Hiding sickness is nothing unexpected when it comes to Levi Ackerman, but he always fails to hide it from you. But he's not minding it since your soft touches never fails to heal him up.

Silly Jealousy

Doesn't matter if it's just a young recruit who has a crush on you, you're his! All he wants to do is throw this boy out of the window and cuddle you....

Love lost, peace gained (angst)

"Congratulations to your marriage, Levi Ackerman. I hope you'll have a happy life."

You say smiling softly as you take your last look at him. Last look at him as "Your Levi"

Sweet nothings to the baby bump

Nothing is more adorable than Levi talking sweetly with the baby who's currently in your bump... Who ever thought humanity's strongest soldier can be this gentle?

Sass War: Levi Vs Y/N

Why would Levi have to be the only one with a smart mouth? Nope, you're not gonna let him win this time... You'll have a "SWEET" fight with him over words today!

Morning kisses and pancakes

"Husband Levi Ackerman" cooks your breakfast while you sleep comfortably. Then gently waking you up he feeds you and it feels nothing but a dream to you two!

Period cramps

You never thought out of everyone, Levi Ackerman will massage your abdomen while you're having cramps.... It's not like you're complaining because it feels so good!

Reverse "Healing Touches"

Just a description of "Boyfriend Levi Ackerman" taking care of her sweetest girlfriend while she's sick!

Frosty night, warm embraces

The cold is nothing compared to Levi's warmth.... You sigh with content and close your eyes, hugging him tightly and fall asleep with a smile...

BITE

A bite mark on your skin and you still expect Levi to remain calm? He doesn't care if it's a bug bite, only "HE" is the one who can bite you...

Too late (angst)

He thought you both had enough time and that's why he rejected you.... But this world is cruel... It never fails to show its cruelty to him...

Wine and drunken whispers

Nothing but Levi taking you to your room after you get drunk. Being the sweetest person he is, he takes care of you grumpily and stays with you until you fall asleep.....

Sexual health of Corporal Ackerman

Dying out of boredom? The best way to keep yourself entertained is to annoy Levi Ackerman by asking him "intimate" questions 😉

Sweat Soaked Confessions

Typical Levi, who was sick, was pushing himself as far as could and was sweating due to the forced efforts. Getting mad you start to snap at him, but the snapping turns suddenly into something else.

First date

Levi has finally invited you on a date, indirectly. Since it's Levi, he takes you to a calm countryside so that you both will be able to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

Red Date (NSFW)

Everything is red, your dress, your lips, the wine.... And your cheeks too after you and Levi share the intense kiss 💋

Falling asleep with Levi

Nothing can give you or Levi more peace than falling asleep together while cuddling. It's a dream for both of you......

Yandere talks

Why does each and every possessive word of him sound so sexy? His Yandere behaviour never fails to turn you on...

Desk war and pencil swords

Just you and Levi, having sweet conversations and funny dramas while doing paperwork together....

(Modern Era) (Requests are open):

Detective Levi x Doctor Levi (NSFW)

You work in the same organisation where the best detective of your country, Levi Ackerman works. Since it's not a rare thing for you to heal him both physically and mentally, it also shouldn't be a surprising fact if you find out he likes you, right?

Teacher Levi x Student reader

You have an "open-secret" crush on the most stoic professor of your college, on Professor Levi Ackerman. When your crush calls you in his office room and asks if you can keep a secret or not, can you say no?

Additional:

Levi Ackerman as your boyfriend

This is how "I" head cannon Levi, as a boyfriend. You can head cannon him in your way and I have nothing against you. So please, no hate words.

"Levi month 24" event's oneshots

All the Oneshots are written on the different prompts of the event "Levi Month 24"

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hanniebaeee · 3 months

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Hide and Seek

Jeonghan x fem!reader

Warning: Lots of touching and kissing 💋, drinking, Joshua, Mingyu and Vernon also have a crush on you, and they don't give up on an opportunity to have you (sorry!)

Genre: suggestive MDNI

Summary: Every year your office group goes on a team outing. This is your first year with them, and you play a drunken game of hide and seek.

a/n: This is so silly, actually. The boys looked so so good in this particular episode of Going Seventeen and I've been dying to write something fun and naughty ever since!

Being the only girl in a team of boys has many perks. You're their princess. They take care of you - you don't even have to lift a finger. So much attention. Attention and pampering overload. And it's even more fun when at least a few of them have a crush on you.

You were the only girl working with a team of boys when you joined The SVT Group. You were terrified to begin with. Some of you new coworkers loved you at first sight - like Mingyu and Hoshi (your team lead). They showered you with compliments all the time and assisted you with any work you found difficult. Then there was Seungcheol, Joshua and Wonwoo - so caring and protective. Dino who looks up to you - literally, you were his idol. Vernon, the one with the cute shy smiles, deep conversations and the best playlists. Seokmin, Minghao and Seugkwan who were such good friends. And then, there is Yoon Jeonghan. He teased and teased and teased.

Not to forget your cute manager, Jihoon. He was so sweet - literally the dad of the group.

The boys always took you along when they hung out since you were new to the city and so far away from home. They were your colleagues and your friends. And you loved them.

One day, they told you about their annual team outing. The entire team, would find somewhere fun to go - do touristy things, just have fun together. A good team building activity, not that this particular team needed any. This time Jihoon and Hoshi had decided on a resort in the mountains. Lots of hiking, nature walks, good food and you would also get the entire place to yourselves. This was your first time too, so all the preparations were a bit extra.

The first two days were very busy and tiring since you hiked and camped and hiked some more. You were all too tired by the end of the day to do anything else. So the next day was a rest day. Everyone lazed around the resort. Swimming, reading, eating, meditating and sleeping.

By evening, the drinks were brought. But Jihoon didn't want you to be drinking with all these boys.

'No. This is non-negotiable. Go to bed. We'll do something together tomorrow ok? Your safety is our responsibility. I won't compromise with that.' Jihoon said, firmly, shaking his head. 'And this is not open for discussion, so Y/N, go to bed.'

'Not fair!' Dino whined.

'I'll send you to bed too, Dino.' Warned Jihoon, making the youngest of the group fall silent.

You pouted before reluctantly saying good night and leaving. You sat reading a book and after a couple of hours, you got a text from Dino.

Dino: Woozi and Hoshi have gone to bed, if you want to come down.

Y/N: Seriously?

Dino: Only if you want to

Y/N: Be right there

You flew down the stairs and entered the hall where the boys sat. They were all sprawled around the room, cans and bottles scattered around them.

'What are you doing here little girl?' Jeonghan asked lazily, his eyes studying you.

You were dressed in a deep red jumper and pyjama pants, your hair a messy bun. You could see that most of them were quite drunk. Some more than the others.

'Here to steal a drink.' You said with a grin.

'Should've stayed in your room like you were told.' he said tsk-tsking.

'Yah, stop that!' Mingyu said, giving you space to sit near him and letting you take a sip of his beer. 'You're safe with us.'

'Says the one who kissed Seokmin last year after drinking.' scoffed Wonwoo.

'You didn't!' You gasped.

'In my defense, he was wearing a wig!' Mingyu said, with embarrassment.

'That was for the game you idiot!' said Seokmin.

'What game?' You asked, sneaking another swig of Mingyu's beer.

Seungcheol shared a grin with Jeonghan.

'So, we usually play a game during our team holiday.' explained Joshua. 'Most of the time we're pretty drunk to remember anything the next day, but yeah, it's fun.'

'I'm intrigued.' You said, eyeing Jun and Minghao who were slumped unconscious on the carpet. Vernon and Seungkwan was nearly there too.

'It's fun, Y/N. This is one night we usually forget all boundaries and have the most fun. No judgments or discussions later.' nodded Wonwoo. 'That's a rule.'

'Join us.' said Jeonghan, licking his lips.

You shivered at the bedroom eyes he gave you. You stare at each other for a few seconds until Mingyu shielded you with his body.

'Stop doing that!' He said, pulling you to his chest. Mingyu was so warm, it was making you sweat.

'Let's play tonight.' said Seokmin rubbing his hands together. 'I think this will be the best year yet!'

'What are we playing?' You asked.

The boys were silent before Seungcheol said 'Hide and seek?'

'Really? Hide and seek?' You giggled.

'We'll make two teams. Hiders and seekers. It's just not finding you, the seeker should bring you back here. If no one gets you by dawn, and you get back to the starting point, you win. And you can demand anything from any of us. But if one of us manages to catch you and bring you here, you'll do whatever that person wants. WHATEVER. You don't get to say no or make a fuss then.' Seungcheol explained.

Jeonghan's eyes were fixed on you, a smirk playing on his handsome face. You held his gaze and felt a strange desire to kiss him. Sighing you looked away.

'Ok, 100 points for each person you find. And since Y/N is Y/N, 500 for her.' Seungcheol said, grinning.

'Yah!' You said jumping up from her seat. 'That's so unfair!'

'I told you, you should've stayed in your room.' Jeonghan said, laughing.

'You can't all hide together. But if you see your teammates being captured, you can help them escape. And the seekers can also help each other when necessary.' Joshua added.

'Does that sound ok, Y/N?' asked Wonwoo.

You nod, chewing on your lower lip.

'Good!' Said Joshua. 'Who are the seekers?'

Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungcheol, Joshua, Jun and Vernon raised their hands.

'That means Wonu, Dino, Hao, Seungkwan, Y/N and DK can hide.' Said Seungcheol.

Seokmin got to work, waking up your sleeping friends. Seungcheol prepared the shots you would take before the game began. Once that was out of the way, Jeonghan said 'Hiders can run first. After 10 minutes, the seekers.'

'No closed or locked doors. No sharp objects. No going outside the building. We don't do violence, this is supposed to be fun. Ok?' Said Seungcheol.

'Any questions, Y/N-ah? Seungkwan asked. 'Because once the game begins, you can't quit.'

'You guys are really scaring me.' You said, raising an eyebrow at Seungcheol.

You couldn't help but feel like Little Red Riding Hood in your deep red jumper, being pursued by some very handsome and drunk wolves.

'You guys will help me, won't you?' You asked your teammates, with a hint of doubt in your voice.

'We'll give our lives for you.' Dino assured you. 'Don't worry.'

Jeonghan laughed. He looked so intimidating and sexy, you really were scared.

'Run sweetheart. Run.' He sang, shooing you away with a wave of his hand.

'I hope I'll have some self-control tonight.' Mingyu muttered, running his fingers through his silky hair, watching you run away with the other hiders. He was deeply aroused by the sight of you in your pyjamas, mildly drunk and giggling as you ran.

'Be gentle with her guys. She's terrified.' said Vernon, already feeling bad for you.

'She wanted to play.' Jeonghan pointed out with a shrug. 'Don't forget your part.'

In 10 minutes, after one more round of shots and the boys poured out of the room.

You ran as fast as you could. Alcohol wasn't your strongest point, and you felt the warmth of the shots you'd done spread through your body. The entire building was silent. You didn't see anyone at all, except for a person dozing at the reception. You glanced at your watch. It was 1:15 am. You had a few hours before dawn.

The first place you ran to was the staircase. You had seen a bit of a gap between the stairs and the wall behind it. In that gap was a huge potted plant that really needed a trim. You could hear footsteps and Mingyu's loud laugh from behind you. This had you scurrying past the leaves and you hid behind the plant, under the staircase.

Your mind was foggy, but you tried to remember any other options for when (or if) you got caught. With all the noise in your head, you had forgotten to stay alert in the present. It was strangely silent now.

Your breath hitched as you saw a movement on the other side. No way were you getting caught so easily. The person was moving back. So did you - edging back. Well, big mistake. This ruffled some of the leaves of the plant and the person stopped. You pressed a hand against your mouth and nose, eyes wide. But the person bent down and said in a whisper, 'Come out baby'.

Her heart squeezed as you heard Joshua's soft voice. You tried to make no move, but he knew you were there.

'Don't make me come in there.' he added, holding a hand out which you took reluctantly.

Joshua smiled innocently as he helped you out.

'How did you find me? Did you see me go in?' You whispered.

'Your perfume.' he whispered back.

You remember that he had liked it a lot. Sighing, you said 'Are you going to take me back, Shua?'

Joshua smirked at your flirty tone.

'That's what I want to do.' he replied taking a step forward. You took one backwards.

'Can't we make a deal?' You propose, looking at him confidently in your drunken haze.

'I'm listening.' he said, caging you between the wall and his body, arms on either side of your head.

'Tell me what you would do if you win. What you'll want me to do?' You asked, knowing at least a bit of his intentions already.

'I can only say that when I know you can't refuse. Theres a lot I would want from you.' Joshua murmured.

'Now's a good situation. I may not refuse if you promise to let me go.' You added impact by moving a strand of hair off his face.

His took in a shaky breath and chuckled. Then he said, 'Ok, deal. I don't think we'll get to do this ever again.'

He just leaned forward, arms still on the walls. You welcomed the kiss eagerly, the only thing in your mind being your escape. But again, he did agree to help you, so you wanted to please him - so that he doesn't change his mind later. He moaned into your mouth as you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His arms ran down your sidessides, landing on your hips.

You giggled.

'Why are you so cute?' You asked, as he rested his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there.

He chuckled before he kissed you again. Slowly, Joshua broke the kiss and moved his hands away.

'For a good cause.' He said to himself.

'Hm?' You asked, looking at him with a huge grin. He shook his head, but reflected your grin. You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he just cupped your cheeks and pulled you close to kiss your forehead.

'Run now.' He said, stepping aside to let you pass. 'Go on.'

'Love you, Shua! Thank you!!' You said as you rushed past him.

Seungcheol walked into the library slowly. He was sure he saw some movement there. But he wasn't really sure if it was You. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in through the slit in the curtains. He almost screamed as something hit him in the back and fell. He jumped back and looked down to see Seungkwan on the floor with a hand over his mouth.

Exhaling in relief, he shooed him away. Seungkwan scrambled away from the room. But he did see something else through the corner of his eyes.

'Got you.' he said as he caught you behind the heavy curtains.

'You guys are too good at this!' You complained, stepping out of your hiding spot. 'And you let him go!'

Seungcheol chuckled and said, 'Years of experience.'

When you thought he wasn't paying attention, you tried to step aside, but he moved quickly, blocking your way.

'Come on Cheol!' You whine. You didn't want to to try anything funny with him - you didn't know why, but he always brought in a more brotherly feeling in you. So kissing him would be so weird.

You stepped the other way and he blocked you again, before stopping with a defeated sigh.

'Next time, I'm gonna drag you back ok?' He said with a smile.

'Why are you letting me go?' You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. 'Just like that?'

You had a feeling that this was not the brotherly affection playing. It was something else.

'You know why.' he said with a knowing look.

'No I don't. Is it because I'm like a cute little sister to you?' You asked, giving him an innocent look.

'You know what I'm saying!' He said, laughing. 'You know exactly what's gonna happen.'

'You're no fun!' You said, sticking your tongue out. 'Let's see what happens.'

'Good luck!!' Seungcheol called out.

'Yeah yeah.' You laugh as you ran.

That's two down, you thought. You believed you could win this. Peeking into the TV room, you saw at least two shadows lurking in there. Dropping down to your knees, you crawl past the room, trying your best to make no noise.

Once past the door, you got up and sprinted. But ran straight into something hard. Falling on your back, you looked up to see Mingyu doing a happy dance. You groan, rubbing your hands over your butt.

'Found you!' He whisper scremed.

'Shhhhh!' You hiss, before getting back on your feet and running.

'Hey!'

Mingyu chased you. The man was way too tall for his own good. And he was way too fast. He caught hold of a handful of your jumper. You struggled a bit and kicked him on the shin, making him let go as he cried out in pain.

You ran into the kitchen, and Mingyu followed. You ran around the kitchen counter, with Mingyu making grabby hands at you. You squeal and jump away, dodging him.

'Yah, I can't breathe!' You pant, pushing him off as he came close. You put both your hands on his chest, pushing him away.

'Stop struggling!' Mingyu said as he lifted you off your feet easily and threw you over his shoulder.

'Mingooooo put me down!' You wailed.

'Please be quiet Jagi! I am trying my best-' Mingyu stopped short as you made a sound that sounded a lot like a moan.

'Why would you do that!' He whined, putting you on the marble countertop.

'Because it hurt!!!' You whine back.

'You'll be the death of me.' he said, taking in a deep breath.

'What can I do, so you'd let me go?' You asked slowly.

'What?' Mingyu asked, lifting his head but his hands were on your thighs, so that you wouldn't run.

'You can ask.' You said with a shrug.

He pretended to think and you squeaked as he pressed his fingertips a bit into your thighs. He smirked seeing you trying to swat his hands away. He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, now standing between your legs.

'Alright, let's make a deal.' He said, his face way too close to yours. 'But we don't talk of this ever. Ok?'

You nod in agreement.

'Ok. I'll give you a chance to convince me to let you go.' He said, moving his hands off your body.

'You want me to start?' You blurt out, blushing.

'Do go all shy on me now.' Mingyu whispered, all the playfulness gone from his voice.

'Hey. Don't be like that!' You said, slapping his hand.

'Like what baby?' He asked, tilting his head a bit.

'Oh my god.' You mutter. Kissing Joshua had been easy. But Mingyu was making it a bit hard for you to laugh it off.

'Can you smile at least?' You asked.

'Why?' Mingyu wanted to know.

'Because I love your smile. It's your best thing. Makes me want to kiss you, maybe?' You ramble.

You did love his smile, but you were afraid if he would see through the rest of your bluff. But he just blushed and laughed.

'You're good!' He said with raised eyebrows. 'Oh my God. Everyone thinks you're such an innocent angel, but you're just-'

'Good boy.' You said, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him closer, not allowing him to finish that sentence. He opened his mouth immediately, kissing you. Boy, did he know how to kiss! You felt his hands on your waist, holding you ever so gently. You slipped your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp, which had him moaning.

Every time you closed your eyes, it felt like you were spiraling out of control. His strong arms pulled you into him, almost as if grounding you. He kept kissing you and it felt like you could go on for hours and you wouldn't get tired of it at all. When you separated, you looked at him with glazed eyes. The buzz in your head was louder now.

'Did I convince you?' You asked and he just stared at you.

'Yes. But I don't want to let you go.' he pouted. 'I want to win, so I can make you do that again and again.'

You laughed.

'I'm gonna run.' You inform him, using your leg to push him back.

'Nooooo.' He cried dramatically, grabbing you back towards him gently, making you laugh more.

You hop off the counter and break into a jog.

'Hey!' Mingyu had started following you, 'I just want to make sure you understand how this thing works...we're good right?'

You stop, trying to steady yourself on the doorframe.

'Yeah, of course we are.' You said, resting your head against the cold wall.

'Good.' He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile. 'Ok, go go go.'

Vernon was way too tipsy. He wished he could be the one to catch you. He's had a crush on you ever since the first time you joined, but unlike the others, he was too shy to show it. He walked down the corridor, slowly. All the doors on both sides of him were closed, but he smirked as he saw you at the very end of the corridor.

All that running had you panting like a dog and you were leaning against a wall to catch your breath. You had the shock of your life as a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

You gave out a startled yelp before recognizing your captor.

'Got you!' Vernon announced softly, so close to your ear.

'Vernon!' You laughing. 'I'm so tired, I don't think I can run.'

'What are you gonna do now, Y/N?' Vernon asked, his words slurring slightly.

'What are you gonna do Vernon Chwe?' You whispered as he swayed slightly.

You try to break his grip on you, which was quite strong to start with.

'Please don't do that' Vernon said. 'Please?'

'You mean this?' You asked, innocently, trying to pry this arms off you.

'Y/N ahhh, please!!' He begged, and you both struggle, falling to the ground.

'Shit shit shit.' He said, trying to get on top.

As you giggle and struggle on the ground, someone else came up.

'Hey, help me!' Vernon said, as Jun rushed towards you. He was on his knees, trying to contain you.

'Junieee, what are you doing?!' You cried out, 'You stupid boys!'

Jun laughed, but fell over as you kicked him.

'What the hell are you two doing?!' Wonwoo's voice boomed through the corridor as approached them.

'Wonnuuuuuu, help me please!' You wail, making Wonwoo burst out into laughter. He knelt down, trying to grab Jun. You were all a mess, laughing, with tears running down your cheeks.

You were sandwiched between Jun and Vernon, and now with a Wonwoo on top.

But he was successful in pulling you out of the mess. Slipping out of the tangle of limbs, you escape, calling out you thanks to Wonwoo.

Four down, just one to go.

You were terrified to be honest. You knew what Jeonghan could do to you. It was worse that he was well aware of this too. He would definitely use it to his advantage. You understood that it's the only reason he was keeping himself for the last.

You jumped at any sound you heard, waiting for the sly trickster to pounce on you. Your nervousness only increased as you were engulfed in silence. Where was everyone?!

You glanced around, your eyes well adjusted to the darkness. You wished for Jeonghan to just come and catch you already. You anxiety skyrocketed and you felt like a storm was brewing in your tummy.

Even when you kissed Joshua and Mingyu, the only person you really wished to kiss was Jeonghan. The man never stopped teasing you, but unfortunately, he never made a move either. You were already starting to believe that he just saw you as one of the boys. He teased everyone. You weren't any special.

You were lost in thought, and walked straight into a door.

'Oww' You rubbed your throbbing nose and forehead with your hand and turned around - to walk straight into Jeonghan. You jumped back with a little scream, your back hitting the door, again.

'Oh my God!' You panted, with both your hands on your chest.

'Looking for me?' Jeonghan asked sweetly.

'I should be asking you that.' You said, hoping your wild heartbeats weren't that loud.

'Right you are.' He said. 'So, what's it gonna be?'

'What do you mean?'

'You can come walking, or I can carry you back. Whichever suits you best.'

'I'm not going anywhere with you.' You huff, and tried to speed walk past him.

'Hey!' He grabbed you towards him, arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest.

'I think it's time you stopped playing so hard to get.' He whispered. 'Aren't we both tired of it?'

'I could say the same, you know.' You counter, as your body tremble in his arms.

He loosened his grip on you with a chuckle. You take this opportunity to attempt an escape. But he captured you again. Pushing you against the wall, he kissed you for the first time. It was anything but soft - lips crashing, breaths stolen - so wet. It was just what your had imagined life would be like with Jeonghan. Rough, needy, messy - and you loved it. His lips slipped down your jaw and he placed open mouthed kisses down your neck. He buried his face in your chest, breathing you in.

You whine, pushing yourself against his warm body. Jeonghan gave a breathy laugh and tugged at your jumper.

'I want to touch you...I want to touch you so bad!' He said, his voice going an octave lower. His hands groped around your chest gently, while he kissed your neck again. How soft his actions were, despite the needy demeanor he displayed. His lips are on yours again, kissing you more sweetly now. Pulling back, he looked at you, eyes tender.

'Hannie. I want you!' You said impatiently.

'Ok baby, ok.' he agreed 'Lets get this over with.'

You let him take your hand and run towards the room where it all started. Seokmin, Minghao and Dino were the first to block your path.

'Sorry Hannie, not today.' Dino said, pulling you behind him for safekeeping.

You wrap your arms around Dino from behind and said 'Thank you darling.'

Seokmin and Minghao wrestled with Jeonghan, all laughing. You were joined by the rest of the boys who all joined in on tormenting Jeonghan.

'Ok, ok, enough!' Seungcheol broke up the party. 'We've all endured the painful process of Jeonghan falling in love for the first time, for the past one year.'

Everyone laughed and you just stared at Jeonghan, as he tried to push Seungcheol away.

'Please. We played your fucking game. Now get out of here both of you.' the blond haired man continued.

'Ah, Hannie is going to corrupt my poor Y/N. I'm telling Woozi!' Dino cried, hugging you.

'Oh please. Your Y/N has more tricks up her sleeves than you could think of. It's Hannie we should feel sorry for.' Mingyu retorted, making you blush crimson.

Jeonghan burst out laughing.

'That's all I want to hear. Baby, I'm very happy to know that.' Jeonghan teased as you glared daggers at Mingyu.

'So who won?' Vernon asked.

'Oh.' Seokmin glanced around. 'Y/N did.'

The boys turned around to see you already in the living area, sitting on the sofa Jeonghan had occupied previously.

'Sorry boys. Like I said, you're idiots.' you said, shrugging.

'Ok. Good move, good move.' Mingyu said, clapping. 'You won.'

You clap in happiness too, so did the others.

'So, what's your demand?' Seungcheol asked. 'It can be anything.'

Your eyes were on Jeonghan. He smiled, and for the first time ever, you saw his cheeks turn pink. You laugh a little, just to diffuse the awkwardness.

'Um, I don't know how to do this!' You start, your arms and legs feeling the first hints of fatigue.

'Ah, it's ok, Y/N! It's just us!' Seungkwan said. 'We'll only tease you forever!'

'Hannie. I want Hannie.'

Everyone is silent now - all eyes on you and Jeonghan.

'That's it? Just that?' Mingyu asked, raising an eye brow. 'Just Hannie?'

'Mhm. Just him.' You said, cheeks growing warm.

Jeonghan just steps forward, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you. You hug him back, laughing as he pulls back to look at you.

'I love you silly girl.' He mumbled and you laugh harder.

'I love you too Hannie.'

Jihoon and Hoshi glance around the breakfast table with narrowed eyes. Everyone looked like shit, but dressed well and clean. You had your head on Jeonghan's shoulder and he had an arm around you.

'When did that happen?' Hoshi asked, eyeing you both suspiciously.

'It was the funniest thing. He just asked her out this morning and they've been inseparable since then.' Joshua offered, with a little shrug.

'Mhm, very funny.' Hoshi said, watching Joenghan pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jihoon sighed and said, 'You did it, didn't you? You had your stupid game night!'

'What? No-'

'Was she in it too? I know you fools, you do stupid shit in the name of game night. If I get to know that any of you tried anything with Y/N, I will fire you for sure!' Jihoon threatened.

Mingyu and Joshua looked at each other and away quickly.

'I'm alright, Ji. Thank you. Everythings fine.' You said, smiling at your boss.

He just looked irritated. You were one of them now. He just sighed, shaking his head.

'Pack up!'

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kamii-2 · 2 months

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next morning

warning(s): drinking, hangover, throwing up

genre: fluff

pairing(s): ice brady x drunk!reader

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“c’mon let’s get you inside.” ice told you as she helped your drunken-self into the apartment door. you were so drunk you couldn’t walk without stumbling. usually when you two go out she’s the only getting drinks and you’re the one staying sober just because you didn’t like to drink that much but today you decided you wanted to. as the night went on you had a lot and it was hitting you hard, ice knew for a fact that you were gonna be super sick in the morning. at around 11 she decided that you had enough drinks and you guys went back to your apartment.

ice made you sit in the couch as she took off her shoes and your shoes and put them up. “ice.” you said quietly, “hm?” she replied just as quiet, “i love you.” you muttered while she looked up at you from untying your shoes, “i love you too.” she smiled. “im really tired.” you groaned while leaning back in the couch and closing your eyes, “no wake up, you still have to take off your makeup and get changed.” she said while tapping your thigh. “can you wipe my makeup for me? please?” you begged while your eye were still closed, “yes.” she replied softly. you knew she would say yes, she can’t say no to you. after she finished taking off your shoes, she took off hers and led you into your room.

“i’m gonna go get changed, ill be back.” ice informed you as she walked to your closet and got some of her clothes she left at your apartment and went to the bathroom. you changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, sitting back into her bed and using your phone till ice came back. “i brought the makeup wipes.” ice announced as she walked back in. you set your phone down and looked up at her with a smile. “i love you.” you said while she wiped the makeup off your face, “i love you too.” she smiled and kissed your forehead. while she went and put up the makeup wipes, you laid in bed and went to sleep instantly.

before coming to bed she locked your apartment door and left the bathroom and bedroom door open for you when you woke up in the morning.

at 10:32 am you woke up with a gigantic headache, “good God.” you muttered while covering your eyes from the bright sun. ice was still asleep, her back facing you. you got up and walked to the bathroom for an advil to ease the headache, after grabbing the medicine you walked in the kitchen for a bottle of water but before you could reach the kitchen you felt your eyes get watery and your mouth start to salivate a lot, you turned around and ran to the bathroom. the moment you closed the bathroom door and got to the toilet you threw up. after you were done your headache seemed to worsen so you rinsed your mouth out and went to the kitchen with the medicine again for a water.

while you were in the kitchen getting water, ice woke up and went to look for you. “you okay?” she asked softly while wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her head on top of yours. “yea, i just have a bad headache but hopefully it’ll go away soon.” you told her as you took the pull and drank some water, “i kind of want to go back to bed.” you admitted. “good because i do too.” she replied immediately, you giggled at your girlfriend’s antics, “you just woke up.” she took your hand and led you to the room, “okay so? i’m still tired.” she shrugged as you two stepped into the bedroom.

you laid down and ice laid down next to you with her head in the crease of your neck, giving it a few light kisses. it took you both a few minutes before you both were asleep peacefully, nothing to bother you.

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im so sorry took so long to get out and im also sorry it’s short but i still hope you enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #ice brady x reader #ice brady #fluff #wlw post #wlw #kamii-2

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okay so boom you and patrick break up and art offers to take you out to get shitfaced and he ends up white boy wasted and so sloppy he confesses his love for you but the feelings just aren’t mutual and now he feels like he can’t breathe and u feel fucked up but you can’t help but still be in love with the other man and if you never dated his best friend maybe things would be different but they aren’t and i just love seeing a man with tears running down his face

I LOVE this anon, giving you a kiss on the cheek 💋💋

You give yourself a moment to laugh at how the night had turned out. Earlier, you were laying in bed feeling sorry for yourself before Art had come knocking at your door softly, offering to take you out for the night with the promise of getting shitfaced.

And now, the two of you were walking back to his dorm, his arm around your waist in an effort to seem somewhat upright as both your laughter filled the quiet of the night. He ironically was the one that ended up wasted, cheeks tinted soft pink and pretty eyes slightly droopy as he talked your ear off and you listened happily.

You had your fun as well, had a few drinks that in return got you happily buzzed, and successfully got your mind off the terrible day, so you'd say everything turned out well in the end, even if you deterred from the game plan.

"Did you have fun tonight?" you heard him ask softly as you halted in front of his dormitory's building. He was looking at you expectedly, a small, unsure smile on his lips as he stared at you with beautiful big eyes. You laughed as you nodded. "Yes, I did. But obviously not as much as you," you said jokingly, to which he nodded begrudgingly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I got a little carried away, should've been looking after you now you're looking after me," he said softly as he shook his head. "No, it's okay. I don't mind," you said through another laugh, "I really did have a lot of fun. Plus, it did get my mind off things, so at least your plan worked."

Art's expression faltered at the mention of the reason for the whole outing. "Right," he sighed softly, hand letting go of your waist to rub across his forehead as if deep in thought. "God, Patrick is a fucking idiot."

"Does your friend know you talk like that behind his back?" you asked with an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the mood. You weren't really in the mood to talk about what an asshole your now-ex was. Maybe it was because a small part of you didn't want to badmouth him, even if everything said was true. But that was something to unpack for another unfortunate night.

"I don't care, I'd say it to his face too," he simply said, looking at you with a serious sincerity in his eyes. "He's an asshole, and he knows it." You spare him a small smile as you nod in agreement, but his head is already titled down as he absent-mindedly kicks at pebbles. When he lifts his head to look at you, his face is beautifully illuminated by the lampposts, highlighting all his perfect features. Watery and dilated eyes staring into your soul, the alcohol no doubt still very present in his system. "You're so beautiful," he said after a moment of silence, so quiet you would've missed it if you didn't have all your attention on him.

"Thank you, Art," you laugh at his drunken babbling, watching the way he frowns before he smiles at the sound of your laughter. "I'm serious!" he starts, even though he's still smiling, "You're absolutely gorgeous. I was so mad when you ended up with Patrick, even though I never made a move on you."

"You're really drunk," you say more to yourself with a sigh, "C'mon, lemme help you inside." You move to help him, but he just shakes his head. "I'll go inside in a minute just lemme—"

He sighs as he straightens himself again, trying to look sober, but the look on his face is anything but because his cheeks are still dusted that lovely pink and his eyes are still almost black from dilation. "I've been crazy about you since the moment we first talked. I can't get you out of my head, ever," he started, "And forgive me if I sound like the worst friend ever right now, but I never thought Patrick deserved you."

You try to shut him up, but he's spilling out words like vomit at an impressive pace for someone as wasted as he is. "You're always so sweet and understanding. Always forgave him when he ditched you, always finding excuses for him being a terrible boyfriend and defending him. He never even realized how lucky he was."

His words settled deep in the pit of your stomach, making you feel like you were ready to sink into the ground. You felt hot all over, your hands clenching into fists as you physically felt the weight of his words settle on your shoulder. Suddenly, that sinking feeling was back, and you could feel the tears pooling behind your eyes as your face became warm.

"Art, c'mon," you tried, but he only shook his head once more. He grabs your hands as they flexed by your side nervously, holding them in his much warmer ones. You looked down at your connected hands as he continued. "I know I can give you everything you deserve. Show you how you should be treated. Just gimme a chance to, please," he asked softly.

You shake your head softly, trying to retract your hands, but he only holds them tighter, a soft frown forming on his face as he watched the way your face fell. "We can't, Art," you said softly. "Why not?" he asks as he squeezes at your hands. He lifts them to his mouth and presses warm kisses to your knuckles. "I just broke up with your best friend, do you know how crazy that sounds?" you say, but it's like your words are in the one ear and out the other.

"I don't care. I don't care what he thinks or anyone else. I wanna be with you," he reasons, his eyes pleading with you. At that moment, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole, make you disappear, and not have to face this right now. You were too drunk to he having a conversation like this, and it was becoming clearer with the way your head started spinning as he talked and your body felt too heavy to be standing anymore.

"I can't Art," you repeat softly, "Maybe if things were different, but they're not. Even though he hurt me, I do still love Patrick."

"Why?" Art asked, face morphing into a mix of distraught and confusion. "I dunno, but I can't do this, Art," you said defeatedly, "If we did, I wouldn't be giving myself to you fully, and that's not fair to you." His hands dropped yours softly, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you rubbed your arms, the cold suddenly biting at your skin. Art's head dropped down to the ground, body seemingly lax as the wind around you started to pick up slightly, the autumn air relentless against your skin.

"I'm so sorry, Art," you said, your hand gently moving to lift his head so that he'd look at you. His head lifted with your hand, and he looked at you with eyes brimming with tears. Your stomach dropped all the way down to your feet at the sight, your mouth salivating as you practically grew nauseous with guilt.

You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around him in a half futile attempt to comfort him. You thought he'd stay stiff, but he welcomed it, arms in return wrapping around you as he breathed you in, everything about you overwhelming and clinging to his senses almost as if to taunt him, remind him of what he couldn't have. The pain in his chest was all consuming as the smell of your perfume and shampoo and the feeling of your warm body pressed against his invaded his senses.

He wanted to hold onto you forever, never let you go, but you weren't his to keep, and you've made that very clear tonight. But he couldn't help the way he felt, he couldn't help that he wanted you this close to him all the time, and that he truly believed you were the one for him.

You felt so right in his arms, warm and soft and sweet and it grounded him, so much so that he almost felt sobered up once you pulled away, the cold once again surrounding him as your arms retracted themselves from around his waist.

"Goodnight," was all you said, voice soft and not even sparing him another look as you turned on your heels and made your way back to your dorm. And with every step you took, the knot in Art's throat only tightened, and the ache in his heart only worsened as he realized how badly he had messed up. And despite all the hurt and regret he felt, he still knew he was willing to wait for you.

#I love the term white boy wasted so silly #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson fic #challengers x reader #likedovesinthewindd

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gremlintheslut · 1 year

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Kinktober

Day 5 piss kink & mommy kink

Steven Adler

Masterlist

Summary: reader goes out drinking with her boyfriend and his band mates. By the time they get home their both drunk and do some pretty gross things in their drunken horniness.

Warning: omorashi (watersports, piss kink), mommy kink, mention of a spanking, oral (f receiving), drunk characters (that part is not written well)

We stumble through the door of our shared apartment. I close the door and he locks. I come up behind him while he's locking the door and wrap my arms around his waist. I go up on my toes so my mouth is next to his ear. "Can you be Mommy's good boy tonight baby?" I ask him wanting nothing more then to fuck him. "Yes mommy" Steven say letting me drag him to the bed.

I push him on the bed and climb on top of him. I grab his wrists and pin them next to his head. My lips connect with his. Soon he's whining and bucking his hips. He's trying to pull away from me and eventually I let him. "What happened to being a good boy huh?" I says staring him down. "I have to pee" Steven whines. "That's your problem behave" I say sternly. Tears fill his eyes but he nods his head obediently. I continue kissing him until the wetness between my legs can't be ignored anymore.

I pull away from him to take his pants off but his legs are crossed as tight as he can get them. "Uncross your legs" I says and his tears begin to fall. "Please" he says holding back a sob. "Please what?" I snap. "Please mommy" he whimpers. "No" I raise my voice slightly "what do you want?" "Let me eat you out please mommy? I don't wanna piss myself" he says a sob escaping his lips. I move my hands from the waist band of his pants to my own. He lets out a sigh of relief and stops sobbing but continues to cry quietly.

I take off my pants and underwear. I lay on my back and I don't need to tell him anything before his tongue is on my clit. He whimpers against me but continues to do as i want. His tongue swirls around my clit before he pulls away. "Fuck I'm sorry" he says sobbing again as he gets up from his spot on the bed and races to the bathroom door. I get up and grab him before he can get there. He keeps trying to push past me. "Please I'm sorry I'll take the punishment this hurts so bad!" He begs trying to push me out of the way.

I push him backwards causing him to fall. He loses control for a couple seconds leaving a very visible wet patch on his crotch. I open the bathroom door and twist the lock on the other side of the door before slamming it shut so he can't get into it. "What's your plan now?" I ask him smiling. He now on all fours one hand gripping his crotch.

I push his shoulds so he's kneeling. I crouch down to his level and put my hand on his wrist. I try to pull his arm away and he's begging me to let him hold himself but actually trying to stop me. The second I get his hand away the flood gates open. "Mommy" he moans leaning onto me. I hold him as he has his accident. He's sitting his growing puddle for a full 2 minutes whimpering and moaning until he stops.

"I'm not gonna spank you for disobeying me" I say and he looks up at me his face filled with happiness. "You can sleep here tonight as your punishment" and just like that his face drains of a positive emotions and his eyes well with tears again. I kiss him on the cheek and get up to pick the bathroom door lock.

Words-700

Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

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thisautistic · 2 months

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Favourite Kisses Poll 💋

Create a poll with five of your all-time favourite onscreen BL kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join 😘

i was tagged by @zhaozi and @iwantoceans i have been thinking about this very hard and very long (ha!) but i think i have it now

literally anyone can do it if they want to. just say i tagged you! <3 <3 <3

#vegaspete #manner of death #why r u #secret crush on you #history 3: trapped #tanbunn #jackzhaozi #nuea/toh #fightertutor #thai bl

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cardierreh15 · 3 months

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Drunk In Love

My first ATJ One Shot ❤️ I am manifesting for him to leave grandmama soon 🙄 Anyway, Enjoy ❤️💋

Side note: Yes this is based off of Beyoncé’s song. If youn’ like it, kick rocks barefoot ion care. 🐝

I do not give anyone consent to copy, repost and/or translate my work!!!

Warning 18+: SMUT‼️ Intoxicated Sex , Masturbation (Male Receiving) , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Doggy Style , Public Sex , Dirty Talk .

Pairing: Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Kensley (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A Drunk lovebirds have a little fun in the men’s restroom.

Word Count: 3.8K

Song: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé ft. Jay-Z

She stood in front of the mirror, with the sink held tightly in her grasp to keep her balance. Just a few minutes before, she had emptied all the contents in her stomach due to her excessive drinking. She was such a fool, listening to her boyfriend. She was just trying to play his game and prove a point that she could hang with him when it came to throwing back a bottle.

But he proved her wrong, as he often did.

Sniffing hard and clearing the disgust that sat in the back of her throat, she spit the taste of barf into the sink and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

‘Kensley? You good in there baby?’ He shouted over the booming music outside, knocking on the door.

She kind of wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him that this was all a bad idea and that he won this open bet. But she had her wits about her, even though she was still somewhat drunk. How would he know?

‘I-I’m fine Aaron-’ She hiccuped before her body shuddered at the familiar queasiness. ‘I’m OK baby! I’m just f-fixing myyyy make upppp!’ She said in a slurred manner.

And that she did. She pulled out her lash spoolie and fluffed them out before going over her pretty lips with brown liner and clear lip gloss. To seal the deal, she popped some tic-tacs in her mouth to combat the awful smell of tacos she’d regurgitated just a few minutes before.

‘Hurrry up sexy! I miss yooou!’ Aaron whined on the other side of the door.

A silly drunken grin spread across her face before she carefully pushed herself from the aid of the counter. Kensley stood there for a moment as her world danced around her violently. She groaned in despair, ‘Focus… just… walk.’

That should be easy right?

Putting one step of the other, she didn’t realize that she was walking in this awkward flamingo-like way. Had anyone else been in that bathroom they’d call her out for looking stupid as hell. But when she made it to the door, she sighed in relief before allowing her body weight to push it open.

On the other side of the door, was her hunk of a boyfriend, Aaron. He was leaning up tall against the wall with heavy, dark blue dilated eyes. When he laid his eyes on her, a sinister grin graced his face; revealing the fangs his smile possessed. The red lighting in the bar caused him to look more like the devil himself.

She’d even almost mistaken his curls for horns.

‘Theeeere you arrre, princess.’ He purred as she damn near stumbled into his arms. His large hands instantly grabbed her rounded face and brought her face up to his to meet him in a disgusting kiss. Their mouths were wide open for their tongues to explore and make room. She moaned into his mouth as her hands wrapped around his wrists for stability. Otherwise, they’d both be on the floor.

Gently pulling away with her lip gloss and liner completely ruined and now plastered on his face, a whiny giggle came from her lips.

‘Mmm.. I taste those tacos from earlier… and a shit ton of tequila… you did it—’ Damn that voice was making her weak in the knees already! ‘Didn’t you?’ Her face was still in his hands.

An exaggerated gasp slipped from her lips and she instantly clutched her chest. ‘Diiiid whaaaah? I wen’ to freshen uppp, Aaron. I had to peeee.’ She lied, running her tongue over her lips. ‘You have my lip gloss on your faaace.’ She giggled and reached up to rub the sticky substance off of his clean shaven face.

Aaron never let go of his hold but instead leaned in closer and did a close examination on her big brown eyes that were shining in the red hue. He glared into them, searching for a sign. And as soon as she shaky pupils glanced to the left, he let out a loud yelp.

‘AH!’

The outburst scared the shit out of her. ‘Aaron!’ Kensley snatched her body away from him and hit him with her crossbody purse. ‘You scared me!’

‘I knew it! I fucking knew you were in there puking your little heart out! Face it my little deceiver– you can’t hang with meee.’

Kensley did her damndest to hold her weight up. She folded her arms across her chest as her heavy head fell to the side, ‘How you’know?’

‘You think your tic-tacs are doing enough justice? You know I’m good with my tongue.’ He smirked.

That he was.

His large hand instantly grabbed hers out of her fold and gently pulled her into his embrace. ‘Are you gonna give up now?’ His free hand went behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass; his fingertips slightly teasing at the silky thong that protected her pretty pussy.

She whined at his delicious hold and brought her bottom lip between her teeth, ‘Wha do I get if I give up? I’m not a quit-ter!’

He glanced to the side in thought before his face scrunched up in a playful manner, ‘Baby you already lost the bet. It’s not up to you about what you get now.’

Kensley rolled her eyes so hard she thought they’d never stop rolling! She reached up to rub her eyes with her fists, completely disregarding her lashes. Even after that, her eyes still had trouble focusing on the man in front of her. ‘Wha do you get then?’ She pouted.

Aaron raised a brow as he sucked his lips into his mouth, sizing his woman before him. ‘I can think of a few things.’ He leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘If you’re up for it.’

I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'

Why can't I keep my fingers off it?

Baby, I want you, na-na

Why can't I keep my fingers off you?

Baby, I want you, na-na.

There it was again, another fucking bet. She wasn’t about to lose this one. It didn’t matter what great lengths she had to go. She was going to make him eat his words.

‘Another bet babyyy?’ She groaned and rolled her eyes again, this time a little softer. ‘Wha is ih?’

That same dark smile returned to his face and his gaze darkened once more. If he’d been a stranger, she was sure he would've freaked her out. But she always gave into that glare. She could’ve been in the middle of saving the world but that look always sparked something deep within her that she could never control around him.

He took her small hand and guided it down to the zipper of his jeans and palmed it there. He was semi-hard. A warning or a welcome?.

A childish gasp came from her chest as she covered her lips with her free hand and looked around in worry. ‘Aaron! Here? Now?’ But that didn’t stop her from squeezing it gently in her grasp.

Letting out a quiet hiss, he licked his lips and groaned softly, ‘Of course not here baby…’ He turned his head towards the men’s room and jerked it towards the door.

It was in this moment where Kensley was sure she was sober as hell. ‘But there's nothing but men in here babe. What if someone hears us?’

There were only a handful of chicks in this bar and all were way too wasted to even get up and go pee. Anyone would think to go into the women’s bathroom but no, Aaron had other ideas.

‘And if they do? So?’

Her mouth fell slightly to speak but she was too stunned! She couldn’t lie, she was pretty turned on right now. ‘OK wha-’

Aaron let out a loud huff and scooped her up with his arms beneath her ass.

Kensley squeaked as she felt herself being lifted up in the air without her own accord. Her crazed drunken eyes searched the room to see if anyone was watching this but nope. They were too involved in their conversations, the music and drinks.

He kicked the swing door open. She was met with the strong stench of piss and the same eerie red lighting. He carried her all the way to the handicap stall where he knew they’d be able to utilize the space there better. Then, he gracefully placed her down before she regained her balance in her spaghetti strapped heels. He turned to pull the stall door close and locked it.

We be all night

Last thing I remember

Is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club

Drunk in love

We Be ALL NIGHT!

Only the sound of speakers bamming against the walls could be heard in the restroom. Other than that, pure silence between the two.

Turning around to face her, she instantly froze in his gaze. He eyed her like a piece of meat and honestly, she was feeling that. The desire to feel like prey instead of the predator for once. His bright blue eyes began to journey from her gorgeous face, to her breast, chubby torso, those widened hips, those yummy thighs, her legs and finally her toes.

Kensley squeezed her thighs together.

‘I knew this dress would be a bad idea.’ she giggled drunkenly and took a step back as he took a step forward. It was a black short bodycon that was cut low at the cleavage to reveal the peaks and valleys of her supple breasts.

There was no way he’d be able to resist her all night with this on.

Then I fill the tub up halfway

Then ride it with my surfboard

Surfboard, surfboard

Grainin' on that wood, grainin'-grainin' on that wood

I'm swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that,

Big body been servin' all this

Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good (Hahaha)

‘Oh? Is that so?’ He asked as he began to undo his belt.

‘Ye-yeah!’ She swallowed as she did her best to play her part and not giggle. ‘I mean look at you… You’re a mess!’

A scoff rumbled in his chest as he took another step forward. ‘Not as messy as you’re going to be.’

‘Aaroonnn!’ She whined once more.

‘Mmm. Keep saying my name like that baby.’ He hissed at her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

She glanced down to see his now very hard member being held by the prison of his pants and boxers. She shuddered, stepping back once again but this time squeezing her thighs together as she did so to ease that tingling between her thighs.

‘Aarooon.’ She purred out.

He let out a gentle groan and stopped in his tracks. His head fell to the side before bringing up his hand and motioning his index finger towards himself.

At his command, her legs moved before her brain could process it. Sounds of her heels clicked upon the tiled floor, closing in that space between them both. One hand reached up to grab the side of her face while the other gently wrapped around her throat.

He forced her gaze on his. Aaron leaned in, his pointy nose grazing over her wide one as his eyes glanced down to her parted lips. They looked so damn soft. Still somewhat sticky from all the kisses and the lip gloss. He wanted more. So he obliged.

I want your body right here.

Daddy, I want you right now.

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty.

Daddy, I want you.

Kensley didn’t fight him one bit. She loved the slow burn when it came to their sex. Her lips burned with a fever that could only be cured by the taste of his. And when their lips finally met, she damn near melted in his hold. She hummed against his tongue as she reached down between the both of them and peeled the hem of his boxers down along with his jeans.

She didn’t hesitate to grab the warm member that instantly heated up her palm and began to massage it slowly.

Aaron ripped his lips away before letting out a shuddered ‘Ohh.’ And resting his forehead against hers. ‘Fuck.’ He begged.

Her grip on his tightened a little further as she pushed and pulled at him. Then, she used her other hand to grab his droopy balls. He tensed up at the sudden sensitivity, causing his grip around his throat to tighten just a little. She didn’t mind though, in fact, it only encouraged her to kick it up a notch.

Pulling her hands away, she backed up from his grip gently and placed a teasing peck beneath his jaw line before dropping to her knees. His gaze followed her every movement. A small smirk quivered on his face as she made herself comfortable on that floor. He watched as she strategically pulled her goddess braids up into a ponytail. The man was practically going nuts with the thought of feeling her hot mouth.

Once done, he watched her place kisses over his thighs before using the flattening of her tongue to lick from beneath his balls and then up his uncut shaft. ‘Aah.’ Aaron sighed out as his pretty blue eyes fluttered close and his head fell back.

‘Jeez—‘ he sputtered

She didn’t take her time tonight. She instantly wrapped around the tip of his dick and began to suck as if her life was on the line. The taste of saltiness tickled at her tastebuds. He never tasted so damn good.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he let out a string of curse words while the love of his life devoured him whole. Bobbing her head up and down as she fumbled and toyed with his balls, just edging him on further. Every once in a while, Kensley would force him to the back of her throat gargle her throat and gag up for him.

At this point, Aaron was a moaning, shaky mess. And she was covered in her own slimy sticky spit. Grabbing her ponytail tightly, ‘Hold still baby. Fuck!’ he began to thrust his hips forward into her mouth as she stared up at him with those pretty full lashes. ‘Fuuuck baby I love that pretty mouth.’ He groaned before he stilled his hips where his full length was almost all the way down her throat.

‘Augh, that’s my girl! Ooh shit!’ He praised as she held it there for a moment longer than she pleased. But she learned to breathe with her nose. But it didn’t stop her eyes from tearing up. Finally, she pressed her hands against his thighs and he retreated his hips. ‘Goddammit baby.’

Before standing up, she spit her sticky saliva back on his fully erected dick. With the rest of it dribbling and bubbling down her chin and breasts, she giggled happily as her man planted wet kisses at the nape of her neck and her cleavage. Kensley whimpered softly as he sank his teeth into her brown skin without warning. ‘Aaron.’

He let out a guttural growl before turning her around so damn fast she almost lost her footing. His lips returned to her neck and shoulder as he began to lift the hem of her dress gently before curling his fingers into the hips of her thong and tugging it down gently.

‘Wall. Now.’

Without a rebuttal, she quickly waddled over to the stall wall with her panties wrapped around her thick thighs. Aaron motioned his finger in a circular motion for her to face the wall. Thus, exposing that voluptuous ass of hers. So round, wide and adorned with dimples. Another shudder rumbled in his throat as he reached down to stroke at his erected dick. He watched as she swayed her hips, and bounce her ass for him.

‘Good lord baby.’ he walked up behind her, letting out a deep breath against her neck. ‘You’re going to drive me fucking up a wall one day with all this ass.’ He landed a smack against it, earning a pleasured screech from her lips.

‘Well what are you gonna do with all of it until then?’ Kensley purred.

‘What any man does when they love their woman– breed it!’

Her silly grin never faded as he used his foot to spread her ankles a little bit more. Adjusting his hips and having to squat a little because of his extreme height, Aaron gently arched her up against the wall before effortlessly finding her sticky slit and sliding in.

The couple let out a pleasured groan in sync.

Aaron teasingly thrusted his hips forward, sinking deeper and deeper into her. She threw her head back, nails clawed into the black stall as he reached around her and pulled her tits out the low-cut of her dress.

Once he was as far as he could go, he pulled his hips away gently only to slam them back into her once again. This earned him a high pitched gasp as his large hands began to fondle her breasts then, bringing her hardened nipples between his finger tips.

‘Ooooh ahhh!’ She crooned out.

‘Ooh don’t whine baby. Daddy’s got you.’ He growled in her ear before biting at the cartilage gently and thrusting his hips a little faster now to create friction with his rhythm.

It didn’t take Aaron long to start railing her the way he desired. His hands had long moved from her precious breasts to her waist where she had bent over a little further so he could get the perfect view. Thumbing those cute little dimples in her lower back. Any tighter on his hold and he’d inflict pain on her pretty brown skin.

His eyes furrowed as his lips parted, ‘Hooo fuck baby damn, i love that pussy!’

‘Fuuuck, this pussy loves you too big daddy! Oh, yes yes! Fuck me just like that! Aah!’ She held on nice and tight to that stall wall as he ravaged her from behind and took what belonged to him.

But it wasn't enough for Aaron to have her begging and pleading, no he had to break her down and build her back again. He had to tease her.

He retracted his hips, pulling his dick out with a desperate hiss.

‘Oh no,’ Kensley whined out, ‘Not this again!’

Aaron chuckled darkly and nodded, ‘Yes this again mama.’ He slammed right back inside of her nice and deep before pulling back out again. His notorious act in the bedroom.

‘Augh!’

‘I know baby, I know.’ He almost sounded empathetic. But when he did this over and over again, it didn’t take her long to unravel in his hold. He reached down between her thighs and began to toy with her erected nub.

Her knees buckled and she let out a loud yelp, ‘Aaarh! Fuck me, Aaron! You’re gonna make me cum!’ She was so overcome with pleasure she just didn't know what to do with her legs. So she found herself rubbing her feet against his legs and stomping them about.

‘That’s it baby! Fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Look at me while you cum. Look at daddy!’ He grabbed a fistful of her braids and tugged her hair back and began to ram his hips into her even faster. Even harder.

‘OoooooOOOOH! GOD!! DAMMIT!’ She wailed as she stared up at him, tears filling her eyes as if she saw heaven itself.

‘Urgh! Fuuu—‘ he groaned out as he pressed on. He wasn’t through with her yet. He wanted her to come out of here with a little piece of him. Or maybe thousands. ‘Shit!’ He hissed before landing another slap against her ass.

Too deep in heavenly pleasure, Kensley was unable to feel the sting this time. Her eyes began to roll as he rolled his hips into her once more, hitting a new angle that could instantly send her spiraling once more. It felt like an erotic itch that was being scratched with pressure.

‘Aaron! Yes! Please don’t stop! Please fucking—urghhhh ahhh! Mmmm!’ One would’ve thought she was in pain but it was so far from that.

‘You like that?’

As if she weren’t dizzy enough from her intoxication, he was fucking her into oblivion. ‘Fucking God yes!’

Aaron chuckled as he grabbed her arms and held them tight, pressing her firm against the stall divider. He went faster, harder; balls violently slapping her clit and taking place of where his fingers once were.

‘Uhhh baby. Shit, Kensley I’m gonna cum—baby! Haaa.‘ Aaron announced as chills slipped up and down her spine. ‘Kensley—‘

Suddenly, someone stumbled into the restroom loudly and drunkenly singing whatever was now playing on the karaoke machine.

Instinctively, Aaron reached down and placed his hand on her mouth. But just because they were restricted from making any noise, didn’t mean he was going to stop. Hell, he was almost done!

If anything, being forced to shut up while her lover fucked her brains out tickled her fancy quite well.

Kensley looked back as Aaron’s thrusts became rugged. His face was contorted in something much more beautiful. His mouth had fallen agape, cheeks reddened, and nose flaring. His thick brows pulled into one as his hips came to a halt.

With each throb, Kensley could feel that sensitive and tense muscle stretch her out; sending long rich ropes of his cum right against her cervix.

His chest heaved, tightened as it rose and fell. A harsh, ‘Mmmpff! Goood—!’ Slipped from his lips.

The drunken individual continued to loudly sing, as they took a piss.

Pulling her hips away, she stood up straight and turned around to face him before bringing his face down into a sweet kiss.

Once the pair had gotten themselves cleaned up, they walked out of the stall together where they were instantly greeted by the drunken guest.

They were now sober as hell.

‘Aye! Wh— yall doin’ in that stall? Were yall.. fugggin’?’ The man laughed.

Aaron made a face and glanced down at Kensley before grabbing her hand. Instead of entertaining the drunk, the couple just walked around him and headed for the door.

‘Oooooh! Yall wer fuggginnn! Dass naistyyy!’ The man exclaimed as they walked out of the restroom.

The couple found their table and went to the dance floor to enjoy the music. Aaron leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘How’s my kids holding up?’ He smirked.

Kensley giggled, ‘Fine I would assume. I haven’t felt any trying to escape yet so I think we’re in the clear.’

‘Good. Be prepared for when we make it back to the hotel because we’ll all night.’

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arttrampbelle · 1 year

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Mk kharacters reaction to you flirting with them.

The mk kharacters reaction to you "purring" in a teasing way. You know that sexy meow type thing? Yeah that one. That flirty one

Their reactions to you doing that to them. Or flirting in general.

Cw: slight implications of nsfw but nothing heavy. Pretty tame. Saucy but tasteful.

Im cheezy ok? Look,im giving y'all romance and that good shit ok?!

💖💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💖💋💖

• Raiden: doing this to raiden sober. He might raise a brow but he might shake his head and smile back. But a drunk raiden.....hahahahhaa! That's a different story. Better hang onto something turbulence might happen. Hee hee. He might be willing to get handsy,but only if you give him the a-ok. The god of thunder takes these things to heart. So dont play with him or say something you don't mean. The voice of raiden has a low but gentle rumble. Lulls even the hardest of hearts. If you wish to be more private. He'll be all the more willing. Drunken is more so than sober. But either one. Either way. You'll have the best sleep of you life.

• Fujin: unlike his brother,fujin needs no alcohol to lossen up. He's already flirting back. May do it better than you even. Either way. You'll be in his arms in a split sec after you do that to him. May flash an oni fang or two. Hee hee. Fujin knows how to persue a lover. And he always makes it fun. If you however don't enjoy yourself,he'll be sad. Also respectfully ask what the matter is. Overall. A master flirt. Be careful to play in a wind storm. It's dangerous. However,the cool comforting breeze. May it forever guide you back into his arms.

• Kuai: kuai may raise a brow but be all blushing. He hasn't really had anyone do that to him. As he is a very dedicated and serious lin kuei. But to you,he melts. He softens with you. But he might ask to go somewhere private if that's what you ment by all this flirting. Kuai liang,grandmaster of the lin kuei. Soft furs and silk linens. All will await you in his bedchamers.

• Bi-han/Noob: Kaui's older brother,bi-han wasn't so easy to impress. Before and after he became noob saibot. But for you,he felt peace. For once. He felt happiness again. To hear you flirt with him in such a way. He almost forgets all the pain he's felt. All the suffering of quan chis magics. He might take you hand and kiss it gently. Asking you if you wish to be in a more private space. So he may show you,his heart isn't blackened ice.

• Hanzo: hanzo hasashis face is as red as the embers of his passion. "Here?!" He thinks. He walks up to you asking you if you wanna be in a more private place. As he is waaaaaay more easy to fluster in public than kuai. Tho both sub zero bros are awkward with pda. But hanzo is just straight up tsundere. Hee hee. Tho he gets better with time if that's your love language. In private,he caresses you gently. Telling you how much he wants you. And he wishes that he could tell you all the things his heart speaks to him. But for now,a hot make out sesh with have to do. All hanzo ever wanted,was this. Peace in your arms. Under the red maples of the fire gardens. In the warm and coziness of his estate. The grandmaster couldn't ever be the more grateful.

• Kung lao: this man blushes hard! However he is so down bad for you! He might flirt or do a gesture back. But rest assured,if you provoke the rabbit man,he will play back. Walking up to you,asking you if you want something while hiding behind a cheeky smile. Eyebrow cocked. He might even pull you in more if you giggle. Caressing the small of you back asking if you wanna continue in private.

• Liu kang: liu is a bit more subtle. A sweet smile. But oh boy be warned. The dragon isn't to be taken lightly. A eyebrow cocked behind a smile before he walks up to you. Softly taking you hand and kissing the back of it. Asking if you wanna have a more "private training sesh".

• Shang tsung: ah the sorcerer himself. You bold enough to make such a flirtatious advance? Well you better back it up honey because he don't play when it comes to the matters of the heart. And if shang wants you back? Well he's gonna get it. But he doesn't like it "Too easy" play coy with him. Have him chase you around the courtyard. Like an emperor and his little plum blossom. Hee hee. But don't tease too much. He can't stand it. He'll only get rough with you in lovers games if you give him the ok beforehand. Or he's in a certain "mood". But for the most part shang tsung is sweet in love. Flirtation from him is a game,a game he is all too familiar with. And a game he is master in. Just as he is in kombat. A gentle kiss on the hand,caress of the back,whatever it is. His words flow like honeyed wine. And oh so sweet and dangerous. But to charm the snake,and to have his heart. Is the greatest prize of all.

• Shao kahn: to konquer realms is one thing to konquer shaos heart is another. Making a flirting gesture will get you one of two things from shao kahn. A slight smirk but proud eyeroll. Or he will straight pick you up to your private chambers. But either way,the emperor has his hands only gentle to you. He may have many suitors,concubines,etc. But you,you are his best jewel. One to be shown to all realms. To clutch gently in his claws. While he raises his commanding fist in the other. All will bow before the emperor and empress/rulers of outworld. Sindel could never.

• Johnny cage: listen babe. Johnny cage? He is a known flirt. But for you? Someone he genuinely loves? He's like a shy boy in highschool. Like he doesn't know really what to say. He's speechless on your beauty. You have him for once,starstruck. Johnny might make a quip back. Asking you if you wanna leave these kombat "posers" behind so you and him can have alone time. But overall,he really just wants to hear you talk. He loves the company. Unlike those boring people on set of his movies. Going over n over about any legal issues,pr managers,and god damn paparazzi. You,are a breath of fresh air. Forget any other person here. You are the greatest person to him. He feels normal around you. And he hopes you feel the same too.

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sanjisprincesswifey · 2 years

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Hiii!!! Can I pls request an ace x Fem/gn! reader w the prompt "did you just say you love me?" !!! Maybe ace is head over heels 4 reader and after getting irritated and jealous the whole day, he accidentally confesses to reader?

Feel free to ignore!!!! Kisses 💋💋 xx

note: ah yes some flustered and awkward ace, one of my favorite ways to write him ♡ xx

♡: female reader. 400+ words. sfw content.

there were two things ace hated. when people would stare at you or when they would outrightly ignore him just to talk to you. today, he had to witness both.

that was the third person who had come up to you and attempted to talk to you. he knew it was an island infamous for love and romance and you were the most beautiful woman ace had ever seen, but come on people!

he didn’t know how much more obvious he had to make it that the two of you were together. it was clear that you two were into each other…or maybe, he was into you and after one drunken kiss, he assumed you were into him too.

“oh thank you, it’s beautiful,” you comment, accepting the flower from the woman and setting it in your basket with had accumulated over a dozen flowers in the process.

ace just scoffs, rolling his eyes as his pissed-off attitude grew the longer this went on, which just happened to be the rest of the day.

“i don’t even know what I’m going to do with all these flowers,” you chuckle, as ace takes the basket from your hands. when he feels the weight of the basket he understands why you had grown tired of carrying it, but also had to stop the intrusive thoughts of just throwing it into the ocean.

“i have an idea,” he murmurs, overlooking the crystal blue water.

“something the matter?”

he thinks for a second, wondering if the situation was even worth bringing up in the first place, confused if he was really just that big of an idiot or not.

when he seems too focused in thought to even pay attention to you or your question anymore, you decide to speak up instead. “you know, i was half expecting you to get me flowers today too,” you shyly confess.

ace’s brows furrow together as his head whips in your direction. “what?!”

you can feel the warmth grow in your cheeks, “no i just, i thought you liked me—“

“like you? y/n, i love you. i didn’t think you even wanted flowers from me, i didn’t know you liked me at all.” his eyes widen when he realized what words just slipped from his tongue as you stand there, shock written all across your face.

“did you just say that you love me?” you hopefully ask, watching him attempt to salvage his embarrassment. unsurprisingly, he can’t.

“yeah, i—i love you y/n,” he almost whispers with his head hanging low.

you lean in to cup one of his freckled cheeks, rubbing your nose against his and resting your lips very, very close to his. “well that explains why you’ve been jealous all day.”

ace cringes at himself, “was it that obvious?”

“only a little bit,” you giggle, pushing your lips into his.

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sesamestreep · 8 months

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can’t do my homework and i can’t think straight

(read on AO3)

(read the series in order)

SUMMARY: Foggy spends a month and half thinking about that New Year’s Eve kiss with Matt and resolves to do something about it, finally. A/N: a Valentine's Day follow up to my New Years fic/1960s AU! Hooray!! LOVE! Content warning for some period-typical homophobia stuff but not a lot honestly and nothing explicit/violent. Mostly it’s just idiotic pining and being excited to kiss your BFF! Enjoy! MWAH! 💋♥️

People warned Foggy that something like this would happen. They said that his last semester of law school would be the toughest, not just because he’d have to worry about the bar exam and finding a job on top of his schoolwork, but because he’d find that he suddenly wanted to give up on all of it and do nothing instead. And he does! He’s getting precisely nothing done for any of his classes and even less done for his other responsibilities. He, apparently, wants to squander twenty-something years of hard work in school, tank his grades, and abandon all of his ambitions at once. But that’s unfortunately not the worst of it. Foggy has a bigger problem. It’s one thing to not want to deal with his responsibilities, but the thing he does want to do instead is…dangerous. It’s not something he should be considering at all.

On New Year’s Eve—or, rather, in the first moment of the New Year—he’d done the most foolish, drunken, idiot thing that he’d ever come up with in his whole natural life and he’d kissed his roommate at the stroke of midnight. It wasn’t a serious kiss—he’d been going for Matt’s cheek, trying to be friendly about it, but Matt had turned at the last second and he’d caught him on the mouth instead. All told, it had only lasted a moment, but it had been on his mind ever since. Neither of them had gotten carried away, or done anything really that Foggy regrets, except the part where they eventually broke apart and acted like nothing had happened. That had been regrettable and, if Foggy’s being honest with himself, it’s the breaking apart that he most regrets.

In the month or so since, they’ve successfully gone back to normal. They’re the same as they’ve ever been, except now Foggy knows what it’s like to kiss Matt—earnestly and chastely, sure, but a kiss is a kiss. And the really dangerous thing is that he wants to know more. He wants to know what it’s like to kiss Matt with the guarantee of privacy, when they’re not in uncomfortable party clothes at a stuck up classmate’s apartment, when they don’t have the excuse of New Year’s Eve. He wants to know what it’s like to kiss him just as earnestly but not so chastely. He’s distracted by daydreams of pinning him to his bed and kissing him for hours and then—he doesn’t know what, then, but he’s thinking about it rather than studying right now and he doesn’t have the faintest idea what he’s supposed to do about it.

It’s proven to be a persistent distraction. In the library, he thinks of talking Matt into sneaking off and kissing him in the dusty old reference section where no one would interrupt them. When they’re grabbing food on campus, he thinks of kissing Matt briefly on the lips when he thanks him for grabbing him a cup of coffee or passing the salt shaker, like Foggy has seen old married couples do. When they’re alone in their apartment, trying to get ahead of all their work for this semester, Foggy thinks about sitting on Matt’s bed, where he does most of his studying, and gently taking off his glasses and putting them aside so he can kiss him until they both forget about law school and the bar exam and the future.

It’s a wonder he hasn’t flunked out already.

It’s just nerves, he figures. Foggy doesn’t want to deal with reality, where he has to graduate and get a job and become an actual adult in the next six months, so he’s picked something outlandish and impossible to distract himself with. He’s never wanted to kiss another guy before this, so it’s odd that it’s started now. Too odd to be a coincidence. It has to be some sort of avoidant behavior.

Then again, he has spent the last six years of his life talking about how great Matt is and grumbling good-naturedly about how all the girls want him instead. Was this something he was always thinking of in the back of his mind during those moments? He calls Matt handsome a lot, after all. And why had he even gone to kiss him on the cheek that night anyway? Matt had talked about not wanting to kiss someone at midnight that he’d never see again and Foggy had been, well, a little drunk but also unimpressed. Matt loved to flirt with girls and never see them again. It was a constant source of annoyance among the female population of their acquaintance. Foggy had just felt fed up with Matt’s excuses and reckless and drunk and he’d…well, he’d thought it was his right, as Matt’s best friend, to shock him out of his bad mood and cheer him up. And so he’d kissed him. No matter how much he tries to do the math, he can’t make it add up right.

Foggy’s not the sort of guy who cares about these things, usually. He’s been called a pansy and a sissy and a lot of less nice words his whole life, because he’s a little soft and a little sensitive and he doesn’t care about a lot of the things guys his age are meant to care about. He can’t keep the rules of football straight enough to care about catching the game, he doesn’t know anything about cars because he grew up in the city without one, and he wants to be a lawyer to help people, not to be able to afford a country club membership one day. That’s apparently enough to be considered effeminate these days, as some men are only too happy to tell him. Foggy doesn’t let it get to him often; he knows who he is and he earned that the hard way. People that don’t get it don’t have to bother with him.

He never felt weird about it growing up. He was always a mama’s boy anyway, and his mother didn’t try to toughen him up or anything silly like that. She appreciated the help in the kitchen and with the housework and she insisted that if he was going to go off into the world, he would know how to hard boil an egg and sew a button and iron his own clothes, so that he wouldn’t be dazzled by the first girl who could do those things for him. It was, she claimed, to ensure he ended up with someone worthy, someone he actually liked and respected. Respect was a big thing with his mother, for obvious reasons, he supposed. She’d been insistent with teaching him and his brother how to act right around girls. She taught them to take no for an answer, and to listen when girls talked about their dreams and their needs. She’d had to teach their father these things after they got married, and she considered herself lucky that she’d got herself a husband who was even willing to put in the effort, but her sons were going to do better. They would be respectful and kind and decent. They would be gentlemen.

Foggy’s brother got married right out of high school and started providing his parents with grandchildren immediately, so the pressure had been off Foggy for a while. Thankfully, too, because Foggy met lots of nice girls who were interesting and pretty and none of them seemed to feel the same way about him. He’s dated, of course, but it always stalls out somewhere. The closest he got to something serious was with Marci during their sophomore year but she ran hot and cold on him for a almost a year before they ultimately called it off. Foggy wanted someone who wanted him all the time, and he suspected Marci also wanted that too. That she wanted to want him more than she actually just wanted him. She got engaged to someone else a few months ago and Foggy had drank himself into a stupor about it more out of general dissatisfaction with his life than personal injury to his pride. Matt had rubbed his back and lied through his teeth about how Foggy would find someone too someday during the subsequent hangover.

Which brings him back to Matt, like always. Foggy’s comfortable around Matt, in a way he’s never been around any girl, but he always assumed that was pure socialization. His mother and everyone else on earth had been drumming into his ear from the age of 10, if not earlier, that he wasn’t to take liberties with girls, that he should never be alone with them, that they were different creatures from him and that they wanted different things—nicer things and softer things, purer things—and that they’d be insulted by his base desires so he’d better keep those damn things on a leash around them. Foggy doesn’t mind being respectful, but he’s met his fair share of girls in college and law school, and some of them want things that make him blush. Some of them, he imagines, would be just fine with the things he wants to do with them, if their parents and teachers and whoever else could just ease up on the expectations every now and again.

He doesn’t feel that guilt when he thinks about Matt. He doesn’t feel like he’d have to lie about what he wants with another guy. He wouldn’t have to avoid or acknowledge the specter of marriage if he was with another guy, because it’s not a possibility. He wouldn’t have to panic about getting anyone into trouble—well, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting anyone pregnant, at least. Fooling around with a man is, technically, illegal, so he could get someone into a lot of trouble, actually. But he and Matt already live together. There’s a lot less danger with that kind of thing in your own home, or at least he thinks. He doesn’t know for sure.

He’s only ever been with girls, and only a few. He doesn’t even know any gay men, as far as he knows. He just…gets hot when he thinks about it, and he suspects that’s enough. Maybe it’s the sort of feeling that only matters when you act on it—maybe if he finds a nice girl and settles down and never thinks about doing something filthy to his best friend in the law library again, he can safely claim he’s just a straight man for as long as he lives—but Foggy already thinks that’s bullshit and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Just the thought is enough, for him. Maybe not for other people, that’s not really his business, but the minute he started thinking and feeling this way, he knew something about himself. Maybe not something he’d necessarily been hiding or ignoring, but something that was true nonetheless, whether it was new or not.

And now he’s thinking about Matt and running his hands up his sides and combing his hair with his fingers while he kisses him senseless for endless stretches of time and his essay isn’t getting done and he’s hard underneath his desk. He leans back in his chair, disappointed in himself as usual, and counts back from one hundred by threes until he calms down. Something must be done about this, he decides, then and there. This is getting out of control.

By the time Matt comes home an hour later, he’s come up with a plan. A stupid plan, probably, but a plan nonetheless.

“Matt, thank God,” he says, as Matt strips off his coat to hang it up by the door. That action alone does not make his heart race, at all, and he would swear to it under oath. “Save me from this essay.”

“Going that well, huh?” Matt asks, coming to stand by his shoulder, and smelling of the sharp, cold winter air.

Foggy leans back in his chair, until his head rests against Matt’s stomach. Matt puts a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him sympathetically. “Spectacular,” Foggy says. “My best work yet.”

“Good to hear,” Matt says, giving him a friendly, encouraging pat before starting to turn away. “I’m going to take a shower to thaw out. You mind?”

“No,” Foggy replies, definitely not thinking about warming Matt up himself. “I mean, it’s not like the heat in this place is anything to write home about.”

“I meant, you don’t need the bathroom before I go in there?”

Foggy shakes his head, clearing out the cobwebs. “Oh, no, go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

“Wait, Matt…”

“Yeah?”

Foggy licks his lips, thinking about his incredibly stupid plan and decides he’d rather get it over with now, so that if it crashes and burns, Matt will go take his shower and Foggy can suffer his embarrassment alone and in relative peace. He can even sneak out of the apartment, if it goes really, really poorly.

“I just remembered, I, uh, had a question for you,” he says, trying to seem nonchalant about it.

Matt shifts to face him more fully and crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay. Shoot.”

“Are you doing anything Friday?” Foggy asks, feeling like his heart is beating in the vicinity of his throat. “Night, I mean. Friday night.”

“Uh, no?” Matt answers, hesitantly. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“I was thinking we could go to the movies,” Foggy says. “I mean, I want to go to the movies and I hate going alone, so if you’d—it’d be my treat, since I want to go and you maybe don’t—but if you’d go with me, that would be, well…good.”

“Oh,” Matt says, softly and with some confusion. “Well, I don’t really go to the movies much, for…obvious reasons.”

Foggy’s face heats. “Right, of course. I know. I just…I could describe stuff, when there’s no dialogue. I’ve done that before…with you…”

“Sure,” Matt says, looking slightly uncomfortable. “But the, uh, other thing is…well, Friday is Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, I hadn’t actually realized,” Foggy replies, faintly. He had known, of course. He was counting on everyone around them being gooey in love to embolden him and maybe soften the ground a little. Holiday love rituals had gotten him this far, after all. “You probably have plans, or you want to keep it open for a girl, or something.”

Matt shakes his head, frowning. “No, no, it’s not that,” he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets uncomfortably. “It’s just that the movies will be packed with people on dates and we’ll be ruining the mood talking through the whole picture.”

“Yeah,” Foggy says, sadly. “You’re probably right. I, uh, just thought…well, I needed a carrot on a string to get me through this essay and I thought if I said I’d go to…never mind. I’m acting nuts and I hadn’t realized, about Valentine’s Day and all, so it’s—”

“Foggy,” Matt interrupts, gently, “you know, if you’re still upset about Marci getting engaged and Valentine’s Day is going to be tough for you this year, you can just say that.”

Foggy just blinks at him, utterly surprised by this. “What?”

Matt huffs, like he doesn’t really want to have to say any of this but he has to. “I just, you don’t have to lie,” he explains. “If you need company on Friday, just say so! I don’t mind. Valentine’s Day puts ideas into girls’ heads anyway, so I don’t mess around with it. We can do something the two of us. But be honest enough to tell me the real reason, okay?”

Foggy is nodding along with all of this like it makes all the sense in the world, when really his insides are in turmoil. Because his lie absolutely didn’t work and Matt saw through it immediately, but he’s also given Foggy the perfect new excuse—a better one, even. Matt will absolutely forego any other plans to support Foggy in his time of need. He’d get what he wants, which is to spend Valentine’s Day with his…well, his crush, and he wouldn’t have to admit anything right now. But he’d get it by lying, and that’s the sticking point. Because Matt just asked him not to do that and Foggy’s stupid and idealistic and, deep down, honest. He wants this thing, but he wants even more to get it honestly, which is just not going to happen.

He’s still nodding when he says, “That’s sweet of you, Matt, but you—you’re wrong. I mean, that’s not why I asked.”

Matt’s head tips to the side in interest. “Oh?”

The nice thing about being in love with someone who’s blind, Foggy realizes now, is that he doesn’t feel any pressure to look Matt in the eyes when he confesses his feelings. He’s staring at the floor, in fact, when he says, “I asked you out because I want to take you out. On a date.”

“You want to—on a date?”

Foggy laughs, a little bitterly, at the shock in Matt’s voice and doesn’t check to see if it’s visible on his face. Everyone wants to date Matt; how could this possibly be that much of a surprise?

“Yeah,” he says. “I do.”

“Why?”

Foggy laughs again and then sighs. In for a penny… “Well, what I’d really like to do is kiss you again and I think the old adage is that I should buy you dinner first.”

There’s a pointed silence after he says that, like Matt is trying to make him think about what he’s done and really stew in it. And it should be brutal, really it should, but the truth is, he feels better than he has in at least a month. It’s hurt more than he’s realized to keep this in, to lie and make excuses when he stares at Matt a little too long or wants him too much. There’s a chance this will ruin their friendship forever, that Matt’s actually deeply offended and sickened right now and will demand he leave or something equally dramatic, that Matt will react violently, as some men do, to the idea that another man wants him like that. But, more likely, it will just make things weird between them for a while, it will change their dynamic in some ways, but mostly, Matt will just know. About Foggy. And that feels…nice, in some way. Just to tell someone, to not be alone with the idea anymore. Even if he doesn’t get what he wants out of it.

“I thought a movie ticket would suffice,” Foggy continues, since Matt clearly isn’t going to say anything. “And a popcorn. I’m not a cheapskate, after all.”

“Foggy,” Matt interjects, sounding raw. It’s only then that Foggy chances to even look at him and his expression is open and…hurt. That’s not what Foggy was expecting at all. “Please…”

“Please what?” Foggy asks, breathless. He doesn’t dare to hope…

“Please don’t do this,” Matt says, and crushes that faint ember of hope immediately. “It was one kiss. It’s not a big deal. We don’t have to—“

“I know we don’t have to, Matt. I’m saying I want to. I want you.”

“You don’t. You’re confused, and lonely, and it’s just—“

“Matt, please,” Foggy says, holding up a hand to forestall him, “it’s okay. You can reject me, that’s fine, but do me the courtesy of not telling me how I feel, alright? I know how I feel, much better than you do.”

“I’m sorry,” Matt replies, shakily, like he’s trying hard not to cry and of all the things in this conversation that could break Foggy’s heart, it’s that. Not the parts about him or his own feelings, but knowing that he’s made Matt want to cry. Matt’s his favorite person in the whole world. Foggy never wants him to cry, least of all because of him. That’s the worst case scenario. “I’m glad you told me, really—“

“Okay,” Foggy snorts. “There’s no need for you to lie either.”

“I mean it, though! I am glad. And I’m—I love you, Foggy. This doesn’t change anything.”

It will change plenty, Foggy thinks, but he knows what Matt means. He means that they’ll still be best friends, and roommates, and they’ll still be here for each other. It means that Matt doesn’t mind that he’s…well, queer and that’s…something. It would be worth a lot more to him if it wasn’t on the heels of a rejection, so Foggy imagines one day he’ll be able to appreciate it, once the hurt of the other thing fades. If he’s good at one thing in this life, it’s brushing off rejection. He’s had his fair share of practice.

“Thanks,” is what he manages to say, staring at the floor again.

“It’s for the best,” Matt says. “It wouldn’t be like you think it would. I’d disappoint you, I promise, and then we’d ruin everything.”

Foggy picks his head up at that. As rejections go, it’s an odd tact to take. He’s had more than one girl do the whole ‘you’re too good for me and that’s why we won’t work’ routine with him and it never feels genuine. Matt’s talking like that now, except he’s shaking and stuttering his way through it, which either means he does genuinely believe it or he’s the world’s greatest actor. Foggy assumed the genuine feeling in what Matt’s saying was because he genuinely loves Foggy as a friend and hates to hurt him. But what if—?

“Matt,” Foggy says, softly, “I need to ask you something. And I promise I’m not being a sore loser or anything like that, but I need you to answer honestly.”

Matt fidgets where he’s standing, looking very much like someone who’s going to lie no matter what. “Alright,” he says, instead, the word coming out like a breath.

“Are you saying no because you really don’t want me at all?” Foggy asks, heart in his throat again. “Or are you saying no because you think you should?”

Matt’s expression turns pained. “Foggy…”

“Because I’ve been listening to what you’re saying—really, I have—and I haven’t actually heard you say that you don’t want this. That you don’t want me, I mean. You’ve just said it’s a bad idea, and it would go wrong, and you’d disappoint me, but you haven’t actually said no…”

“Don’t make me say it,” Matt whispers, with a white knuckle control over himself that Foggy envies. “Just, please, don’t.”

“I need you to,” Foggy says, and is disappointed to feel tears in his own eyes now. “I need you to, Matt, so I can stop hoping.”

Matt shakes his head, and Foggy prepares himself for it. To hear the word ‘no’ and start living in a world where he was stupid enough to ask for this in the first place. He thinks he’s tough enough to bear it, but it will be something to bear. He won’t be able to carry it off lightly, not for a long time, he imagines.

Matt takes another shaky breath, and lets it out slowly. “This is a bad idea,” he says, and Foggy’s never crossed a room faster in his life.

He’s never going to forget, not as long as he lives, the way it feels to take Matt’s face in his hands and move to kiss him, only to find him waiting for it, eagerly. The last time had been an accident, a mistake, a surprise and it had been clumsy and shy as a result. It hadn’t been his most passionate and artful kiss in memory but it had haunted him nonetheless. This kiss is something else. It isn’t artful either but it is the expression of a month’s—of who knows how long’s—worth of passion contained haphazardly, stuffed away where it wouldn’t bother anyone. If saying what he felt out loud for the first time was freeing, this is reality altering.

He knew Matt could kiss. Of course, he could. Being handsome could get you dates, but the sort of passionate pursuit Matt so often inspired could only come from being an actual good time. But Matt can really kiss, Foggy’s just now understanding. He’d normally be more gracious and more deferential about just slipping his tongue into someone’s mouth right away, but Matt’s parting his lips and allowing him in instantly, begging for it, really. Foggy knew he was passionate, but there’s a difference between knowing and knowing and now he knows. It’s like he’s holding fire in his hands.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” Foggy asks, against his mouth. He can feel Matt’s teeth against his bottom lip, not biting down, just there as they indelicately pant into each other’s mouths.

Matt groans, and Foggy feels it like it’s everywhere. “It’s the worst fucking idea of all time,” he says, shaking his head.

Foggy nods and moves to give him a series of brief, but equally messy kisses, all of which Matt meets just as eagerly as the first one. “We could stop,” he says, “if you want.”

“You can’t—“ Matt laughs, kind of miserably. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair? We can stop! I’m not kidding.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Matt replies, burying his face in Foggy’s neck. “I mean, Jesus Christ, Foggy! You know I don’t.”

Foggy threads his fingers through Matt’s hair, his first fantasy to come to life so far. “I don’t know anything you haven’t told me, baby,” he says, emboldened by Matt swearing. He almost never does that, and he always looks all guilty and repentant afterwards. He doesn’t look guilty now, though.

Matt groans into his neck, which feels incredible, and Foggy takes the chance to kiss his temple where he can reach it. “Oh, God,” Matt says, not sounding pleased.

“What?” Foggy asks, maneuvering him so he can see Matt’s face again. “Was it the ‘baby’ thing? Because that just came out, but if you don’t like it…”

Matt shakes his head and rubs a hand over his face. “That was—I don’t know. ‘Fine’ is definitely not the right word, but…I don’t mind it.”

“You don’t mind it?”

A charming pink color rises in Matt’s cheeks. “I liked it,” he grumbles, as though it’s been bullied out of him.

“Then, what’s the matter? And don’t say nothing, because you took the Lord’s name in vain back there, so I know it was something.”

Matt shakes his head again, like he can keep whatever is bothering him at bay by just denying it enough. “It’s just…such a mess,” he says, quietly, like reality can hear them.

“It’s not such a mess, is it?”

“I don’t—I’ve never—I didn’t know you—“

“Matt,” Foggy says, holding his face, “baby, breathe, okay? It’s not—we don’t have to figure it out tonight.”

“Right, but—“ Matt pauses, chewing on his lower lip. “Everything’s different now, isn’t it?”

Foggy considers this, because a rash answer seems like the likeliest way to cause harm here. He’s had a month of thinking this over, deciding what it means in relation to who he is, figuring out how he feels about it. If he knows Matt, and if he’s had any sort of similar feelings since their first kiss, he’s shoved them somewhere dark and deep and refused to think about them at all. He’s trying to make sense of it all right now this second, which is a tall order for anybody and an even taller one for the likes of Matt.

“Some things are the same,” Foggy says, brushing a thumb over Matt’s cheekbone tenderly. “You’ve got me, same as always. We’ll figure out the rest eventually, okay? There’s no rush.”

Something about Matt’s expression says that he really wants to argue about this, but the daunting task of parsing everything this could possibly change for both of them, individually and together, must outweigh his stubbornness, because he eventually surrenders and nods. He lifts a hand up to curl around Foggy’s wrist where he’s still holding Matt’s face, his fingertips brushing against Foggy’s pulse point.

“Okay,” he says, sounding entranced by Foggy’s false confidence. “So, what now?”

“Well, I was going to let you take your shower, finally,” Foggy says, stepping back a little, “after I rudely distracted you.”

Matt wets his lips and nods, looking very distracted. “I’m not really cold anymore,” he says, with a laugh.

“One of my many talents,” Foggy replies, smiling. “I’m basically a furnace.”

“I already knew that.”

“Yeah, well…”

“I could probably still use the shower, though,” Matt says, thoughtfully.

“Yeah, go ahead. I need to work on this, anyway, and like I said, I didn’t mean to—“

“I think,” Matt interjects, slowly, like the idea’s still coming to him, “you should join me, actually.”

That stops Foggy short. “Join you?”

“Yeah,” Matt replies, licking his lips still, which…he really needs to stop that immediately.

“In the shower?”

Matt hums in agreement, and waits expectantly. “You don’t want to?” he asks, sounding surprised and…yes, disappointed.

“I don’t, um…is this something—is this code for something?” Foggy asks, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing! I just thought if I acted like I was confident, it would—“

Matt comes closer again, and wraps his arms around Foggy’s middle before pressing a kiss to his sternum, which is covered in a thick, cable knit sweater and a few other layers besides, but he feels it like it’s directly on his skin.

“You’ve never showered with a girl, then, I take it?” Matt asks, and it’s very clear he’s trying to be patient and maybe not laugh, which Foggy appreciates, all things considered.

“Uh, no,” Foggy replies, mind reeling. No girl has ever offered and he’d never thought of it. He feels very sheltered all of a sudden. “I haven’t. Is it—is it fun?”

Matt clearly tamps down on his smile for Foggy’s benefit. “It can be,” he says, gently, “but if it’s too fast, we don’t have to…”

“Not too fast,” Foggy interjects, even though his heartbeat is already galloping away at the idea. Excitedly, though. Matt, naked. Matt, warm and wet in his arms. He can see the appeal. Easily.

“No?” Matt asks, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. Foggy’s excitement was maybe too obvious, in retrospect.

“I mean, it’s one way to conserve hot water,” Foggy says.

“Ever the pragmatist,” Matt says, and kisses him again, searching and slow and deep. Like he’s trying to pull Foggy under with him. “We can still take it slow,” he adds, when he’s got Foggy good and pliant.

Foggy nods, obedient. He’s struggling to think what Matt could ask for right now that he wouldn’t give him, but that doesn’t matter. They seem to want the same thing at the moment.

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, against Matt’s mouth. “Together.”

“Together,” Matt agrees, as they continue to get lost in each other.

After they’ve showered and gotten themselves decent again (which takes…a while, obviously), Foggy makes them both grilled cheese sandwiches and heats up some leftover soup while Matt sits on the counter, telling Foggy about his day and looking pretty. It’s the happiest Foggy can remember being in a very long time.

Once dinner’s done and eaten, Matt banishes him from the kitchen so he can clean up and orders him to work on his essay again. It’s been a productive and rewarding study break by any metric, so Foggy doesn’t argue, even though he wants to. He doubts his professor gives extensions for lovesickness, anyway. Not without a doctor’s note, at least.

Matt’s iron will only lasts an hour, until he comes to find Foggy working in the living room and starts kissing his neck without preamble. It’s pretty clear from that that the studying portion of the evening is now over, so Foggy picks him up and presses him into the couch cushions and does his level best to get Matt to take the Lord’s name in vain some more.

A few hours, and a lot more fooling around, later finds them in Foggy’s bed, because the radiator in Matt’s room has been making weird noises that they’ve had no luck talking their super into fixing so far. There’s the comforting sound of the functioning radiator running in the background, and the light rhythmic tapping as sleet hits the windows, and the noises of traffic on the street below, but mostly Foggy is just listening to Matt breathe as they lie together in the dark. He’s also playing with Matt’s hair again, because his daydreams didn’t do justice to how soft it would be and how quickly Matt would turn into a lap cat when he did it.

“Foggy,” Matt says, into the quiet, his voice soft and nearing sleep.

“Hmm?”

“You said something about Valentine’s Day.”

“When?” Foggy asks, wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and muttered to himself without realizing it. “Just now?”

“No. Earlier. You said you wanted to go to the movies.”

“Oh, right,” Foggy replies. “I was just…we don’t have to do that, I mean…”

“I still think the movies might not be a good idea,” Matt says, carefully. “But I, uh—I’ll still be around, you know. If you wanted to do something else…”

Foggy’s heart flips over in joy and excitement and a dozen other emotions he can’t identify, but he tries to maintain an outward appearance of calm, at least. “Are you saying you want to be my Valentine, Matt?” he asks, smiling unrepentantly.

There’s a long pause that very clearly telegraphs whatever Matt says next will be a lie. “I’m not saying that,” he replies, finally, almost a full minute later.

“Right,” Foggy says, just barely suppressing a laugh. “You’re just saying that you’re free on Friday, which just so happens to be Valentine’s Day, and that you’d like to spend it with me…”

“Right.”

“But you don’t want to be my Valentine.”

“I’m not saying that either.”

“So you’re not saying you want to be my Valentine, but you’re not saying you don’t want to be my Valentine? Have I got that right?”

“More or less,” Matt mumbles.

“I’d be your Valentine,” Foggy says, “for what it’s worth.”

Matt nods distractedly, looking slightly seasick and completely out of his depth. “Okay.”

Foggy decides then that the nice thing to do here is to put Matt out of his misery for the time being. “How would you feel about maybe staying in?” he asks, leaning in to kiss him again. “Rather than going out?”

Matt meets him in the middle, happily, qualms momentarily forgotten. “I feel strongly in favor of the idea,” he says, as their lips meet.

“It’s a date, then.”

#please imagine me putting a daredevil themed valentine sealed with a sticker #with a heart shaped lollipop taped to the front into the makeshift mailbox on your desk at school #because this is my valentines treat to you #I know it’s early but I wrote this in like December so…#I have been chomping at the bit to share it #30 days challenge resumes tomorrow or whenever I get my shit together again #here is a longer and dare I say better fic to tide you over until then #mattfoggy #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #valentines day #valentines day fic #series: having a coke with you #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!

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