#like 2.8k words but I’m sat here like????

[scnderlands]

I hate that it feels so hard to write smut now, idk why it’s just I never know how to write or describe it anymore 😭

[wandaslittlebird]

If You Wanted to Stay

Married WandaNat x Reader

Summary: It’s been a confusing past 24 hours, and you have some decisions to make. Luckily, Wanda and Natasha are here to help.

CW: Homophobia, Moving, Guilt, Fluff, Still Slowly Burning, Still no Sex/Romance

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Three months of waiting but at least you needn’t wait for Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of A Room of Your Own

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You woke up the next morning groggier than usual. You sat up as the events of the previous night came back to you. The fight in the dorms. The girl on the sidewalk. The woman who had come to rescue you.

The woman whose house you were currently in. You groaned and dramatically fell back onto the pillows. You turned to the nightstand to check your phone. Dead. Of course. Your charger was in your dorm room.

You finally rolled out of bed at the smell of coffee. In the morning light, the house was much more opulent than you recalled from last night. The bedroom was on a beautiful awning that overlooked the massive windows lined wall of the front door. You squinted your eyes as they took in the sunlight.

Making your way downstairs, you easily found the kitchen, as well as the woman leaning up against the kitchen counter. It wasn’t Natasha so you assumed it must be her wife, Wanda. She was taller than Natasha but just as lean, and just as absolutely jaw droppingly beautiful. She also had red hair, but much lighter than Natasha’s. More of a strawberry blonde. Her legs showed well defined muscle, and her thighs looked like…

“My my,” the woman tutted, interrupting your thoughts. You redden as you realized she caught you ogling over her thighs, which were hardly covered by her silk robe. “Nat wasn’t kidding when she said you were a cutie. Y/N, right?”

You nodded. “Miss Wanda, I assume?”

She nodded. “Y/N. I like that.” She added. “Is that my sweatshirt you’re wearing?” She smirked over the top of her coffee mug.

You flushed in embarrassment when you remembered that you were still in the sweatshirt you’d found on the bed last night.

The sweatshirt, and nothing else.

“It was… my other clothes were wet and-,” you attempted to explain.

“It’s okay. It looks absolutely darling on you. You can keep it, if you like,” she interrupted, trying to soothe your rising worries.

You frowned. You didn’t want to keep the sweatshirt because if you did, the comfy smell that all but lulled you to sleep last night would fade. Almost unconsciously, you raised your covered hands to your face, taking in the smell again. “No, it’s okay. You can keep it.”

Wanda smiled and chuckled. Whether you knew it or not, you weren’t one for subtly.

“Well good morning,” a raspy voice chimed from behind you. “You’re up early.” Natasha squeezed your shoulder and offered you a sleepy smile before approaching her wife.

God, she looked even more beautiful in the daylight.

She wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist and leaned up against the counter next to her. Wanda gave her a quick peck on the forehead.

You looked at the clock above the stove. It wasn’t even 8am yet. You really had gotten up early. No wonder you’d been so entranced by the coffee smell. Natasha kissed Wanda on the cheek before drawing out two mugs from the cabinet and filling them with coffee. “Which kind of creamer do you like? We’ve got half and half or…” she picked up the bottle and read the label “peppermint oat?” She shot a teasing glance at her wife.

“Life is short and I want a caffeinated delicacy every morning,” Wanda retorted. “And dairy makes my stomach hurt.”

You chuckled. “I’m intrigued. I’ll take the oat.”

Wanda smirked, smugly crossing her arm while she took another sip of her coffee. “She has a sense of adventure.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, pouring the creamer into your cup before handing it to you. You let out a satisfied hum as you tasted the new flavor. Peppermint had always been a favorite of yours.

Natasha put the creamers away, then propped herself up on the kitchen island. “So, about last night,” she started, “do you wanna talk about it?”

You shifted uncomfortably, sinking into the oversized hoodie. “I wasn’t trying to make anyone uncomfortable.” Your eyes brimmed with tears just at the thought. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, determined not to cry.

Wanda set her coffee mug down and slid closer to you. “Oh honey,” she cooed, reaching out to squeeze your hand, “we know that. If I had to guess, they weren’t so much uncomfortable as they were straight up hateful. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You didn’t do anything wrong.

Your heart sunk. You’d felt so terribly guilty about the whole situation. You had tried so hard to make everyone comfortable. The idea that you’d failed… no, you had done worse than fail. They saw you as a predator. Your skin crawled with disgust and shame.

“I made them scared, but I promise I wasn’t trying to. I’m not like that, I promise.” You wanted to shrink back and disappear. Then you remembered this morning: walking into the kitchen and looking at Wanda. The way she caught you staring at her exposed legs. Not to mention you were half naked after forgetting to put on pants before coming downstairs. Fuck. Maybe you were like that.

Natasha tore you from your thoughts with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We believe you, sweetheart. Really. None of this is your fault. Why don’t we sit down and come up with a game plan.”

You simply nodded in response, joining them at the kitchen table. “I’ll head back to the dorms this afternoon. I have some friends off campus that I can probably crash with until I get things figured out. Thank you both for your hospitality last night. It really means a lot,” you finally said, taking a long drink of your coffee. As much as you typically loved to savor the drink, you figured the sooner you finished it the sooner you could get out of their hair.

Wanda and Natasha exchanged glances. Something akin to concern washed across their faces. Natasha hadn’t even turned back to face you before saying “I think Wanda and I would prefer if you’d let us go with you…”

“Strongly prefer,” Wanda corrected, finally looking back at you. “After how harshly you’ve been treated, I don’t think you need to be going back all by yourself.”

You stuttered, trying to think of a rebuttal, a reason you’d be fine on your own. Unfortunately the panic you’d just recovered from wasn’t helping your case. Clearly you weren’t fine. “It’s really okay. There’s only a couple boxes, most of the stuff never even got unpacked…”

“Then we’ll make quick work of it. Together.” Wanda interrupted. She put her coffee mug a little harder than necessary, pursing her lips with finality.

Natasha chuckled. “It appears my wife has made up her mind. Good luck changing it now.”

You flushed, hiding your face in the hoodie once again. You weren’t so bothered by the thought of the women helping you move out of the dorm, but finding a place to put your things was another matter entirely. You hadn’t lived anywhere but the dorms for years. Maybe they’d settled for just moving the stuff to your car? You doubted it. You pulled anxiously at the collar of the hoodie.

Wanda gave you a sympathetic look and reached across the table for your hand. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

Your bottom lip quivered. You had never been keen on asking for help. You had always hated feeling like any sort of inconvenience. But something about Wanda’s soft smile and green eyes made you feel different. You believed her. Before you could think any better of it you whispered “I have nowhere else to go.”

It was Natasha who spoke this time. “Oh honey, that room upstairs is yours for as long as you need it. I mean it, Wands and I would enjoy the company.”

You considered your options. You could couch surf again, like you’d done in the months before college, but it’s not like you’d be any less inconvenient on a punk squat couch with 20 people already living there. You’d run away from opportunities like this before, robbing yourself of others' kindness just because you didn’t feel like you deserved it. You took a deep breath. Whether you deserved it or not, this wasn’t worth running away from. “I have one condition,” you stated seriously. You weren’t in the position to be the one making requests, but there was one absolute necessity you needed from both of them.

Both women nodded, looking at you attentively. Hope gleaned in their eyes in a way you didn’t recognize.

“If I’ve stayed too long, or it’s just become burdensome, or anything, anything at all happens and I become an inconvenience to you, you will tell me.”

They both soften, seemingly unaffected by your request. Wanda even chuckled briefly. “Darling, you aren’t going to become a burden, we assure you,” she soothed.

Your hardened stare didn’t soften. You felt no relief in her words. You squeezed Wanda’s hand that still held yours. “Promise. Me. Promise me you will tell me,” you demanded. With a whispered desperation you added “please.” This wasn’t going to be negotiable for you. You needed to hear them say it.

They both looked at you with a renewed seriousness. Natasha nodded. “We promise.”

Your grip on Wanda’s hand loosened. Then Natasha put her hand on top of yours and Wanda’s. She raised it and cheered like you had put your hands in a circle before a sports game. You and Wanda both soften, chuckling at the older woman’s attempt to lighten the mood.

“Okay team, let’s suit up and get those boxes out of that dorm room before those college girls wake up at noon,” Natasha said, hopping out of her seat and kissing her wife on the top of the head. “Y/N, I left some clothes and a toothbrush in your bathroom. Be ready in 20.”

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Packing up your dorm had been as delightfully uneventful as you could’ve hoped. Natasha had been correct, most of the girls on your floor were still asleep. The hall was entirely void of people. Your previous roommates had already packed up their things, so all that remained was two bare college beds.

True to your word, packing took no time at all. Between your car and Natasha’s, it wasn’t even going to take a second trip. You had to turn down Wanda’s offer to ride back with you for directions several times, insisting you could use your GPS. In reality though, you were a bit embarrassed by the thought of Wanda being in your old junker car. There was a notable hole in the floorboard of the passenger side. She would’ve had to tuck her feet up to ensure they didn’t fall through..

You waved goodbye as they pulled off in Natasha’s Mustang. Once you were sure they were gone you dug into one of the boxes Wanda had packed, pulling your teddy bear from the top. It had been tradition that everytime you moved, even if it was just dorms, he would be your copilot on your way to your new home. You carefully buckled the seatbelt over him, hopping in the driver’s seat and driving to your temporary new home.

When you arrived, Natasha and Wanda were already busying themselves with unloading the car. Natasha laughed when you got out of the car. “I’m surprised that thing still moves!” she teased, referring to your very old, very busted car.

You smiled and cautiously tapped the hood. “Cheese Louise runs just fine, thank you,” you retorted.

This time it was Wanda who burst into laughter. “Your car’s name is Cheese Louise?”

“Well…” you gestured dramatically towards the car. It was one of the single most unattractive vehicles you’d ever seen. It was just a shade brighter than mustard yellow, and the whole thing was chocked full of holes that had since rusted into larger holes. You didn’t know what the holes were from. They’d already been there when you bought the car. The radio didn’t work, and neither did the AC. But it was your first car and you had grown rather fond of it over the years. “It’s fitting.”

Wanda shrugged, popping one of the backdoors open to help unload. You expected to be unloading the cars into the garage, just as storage until you found another place to stay. To your surprise, the women were actually bringing the boxes inside.

You attempted to correct them, but Wanda tilted her head in confusion. “We can keep it out here if you’d prefer but we were actually kinda hoping you’d let us make your room more… yours.” She could tell by the expression on your face you were unsure, so she reached out her hand and grabbed yours. “Come on, let us give it a shot.” She winked and squeezed your hand before pulling you upstairs.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking all of your things into the large bedroom and around the house. You were surprised by how pleasant it all was. You had never found any joy in moving and packing and unpacking, but it was different this time around. You simply found the company enjoyable.

Natasha had unpacked a speaker, insisting you put on some decorating music. Unsure of what to play, you picked a playlist you had made years ago to listen to when you rode in the car with your mother. It was essentially just old hits and a mix of some more modern pop music. The playlist was honestly kind of a mess, but it was still reliably enjoyable. You collapsed onto the bed with laughter as you watched Natasha teasingly attempt to grope her wife, to “Love Shack” by the B-52’s. Wanda rolled her eyes and continued with her decorating before giving in towards the end of the song.

Wanda seemed to really be in her element as well. Despite her complete lack of interest in the “Legend of Zelda” posters she was hanging, she really had a knack for being able to cohesively visualize the room. You beamed with delight as she unveiled a giant poster from the galleria borghese and asked if she could hang it in her office downstairs. You happily agreed. The poster was from an ex who’d taken a trip to Rome one winter, but it was so beautiful you’d kept it anyway.

Natasha stripped the blankets off the california king bed and replaced them with the blankets you’d brought. You had insisted you were fine with the blankets they already had, but after watching you wrap yourself in your favorite throw and rub your face comfortingly against the soft material, Wanda insisted otherwise. You really did love your blankets.

By the time dinnertime rolled around, you were all collapsed against the large mattress. Natasha starfished out all her limbs and Wanda curled up into her side. You laid on your back with your hands folded against your chest. You had an inexplicable urge to curl up with them. You had only met them yesterday and yet you felt drawn to them. You couldn’t remember the last time that being around people had been so easy. So often you found yourself quickly exhausted or at a loss for words, but you hadn’t felt that at all today. The panic from this morning seemed a distant memory.

“Where’s the bear?” Wanda asked, peeking her head up to scan the bed.

Your face flushed. “What?” you asked. You hoped if you played dumb, she might drop the issue. You wondered how she even remembered such a small detail from helping you pack, but you guessed that a college student having one single stuffed animal must have stood out.

“I packed a stuffed bear from the dorms. Was it not in any of the boxes?” Wanda corrected. She genuinely looked a little worried. You weren’t going to be able to wiggle out of this so easily.

“Oh yeah, he must’ve fallen out in the car. I’ll check in the morning,” you said as nonchalantly as you could. You’d be humiliated if she found out how important that bear was to you. You knew you were too old for it to be such a source of comfort. It wasn’t even a comfort from childhood. You had never kept stuffed animals growing up. You’d just picked him up around two years ago when your therapist had recommended a trip to Build-a-Bear to “heal your inner child” or something. His importance had grown by accident. Still, the idea of either woman learning of him was nauseating.

Wanda finally shrugged, seeming pleased enough with your answer.

It wasn’t until later that night, after you’d already fallen asleep, she decided to check for herself. She tucked the bear carefully under your arm, cautious not to wake you up. “I found him. Sweet dreams you two.”

[mcrdvcks]

Could I request a one shot of Old Man Logan? Something with fluff and angst like a huge argument between him and his other half and Laura works to get them to make up after days of not talking

things i wish you said

chapter summary: You and Logan get into a fight and Laura tries to get the two of you to see the errors in your ways.

word count: 2.8k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: thank y'all for sending in requests! i've been working on the last chapter of i love you, in every time but i ran into a bit of writer's block so the requests really helped <3

anyways, i hope this was what you wanted anon!

warnings/tags: au of 'logan (2017)' aka logan doesn't die at the end, arguments, angst, laura being smarter than reader and logan, really this is just laura being a smartass, fluff

"I can’t believe you!” You set the dish towel angrily down on the counter, glaring at Logan. “You are the most stubborn man I have ever met.”

Logan leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression hard. “Yeah? Well, someone’s gotta be stubborn, considering you’re trying to fix a situation that ain’t broken.”

“It is broken, Logan!” you snapped, pointing a finger at him. “You just refuse to see it because that’s what you do! Shut everything out, pretend like nothing’s wrong until it all blows up in your face.”

His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “What’s wrong is you makin’ a mountain out of a molehill. I said I’ll handle it.”

“You handling it usually means disappearing for a week and coming back bloodied and brooding!” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “God forbid you actually let someone help you for once.”

“I don’t need your help!” he barked, his voice rising. “I’ve been doin’ just fine on my own for years.”

“And look where that’s gotten you!” The words came out sharper than you intended, but the frustration boiling in your chest wouldn’t let you stop. “You’re not on your own anymore, Logan. When are you gonna get that through your thick skull?”

Logan’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then, his voice dropped to a dangerous low. “You don’t think I know that? I didn’t ask for any of this, but here we are. I’m doin’ the best I can, and it ain’t enough for you, is it?”

“That’s not what I said!” You took a step toward him, shaking your head in disbelief. “But you don’t even try to meet me halfway. You just... shut down and push me out the second it gets hard.”

“Maybe I’m tryin’ to protect you,” he shot back, his words laced with frustration.

“From what? From you?” Your voice cracked, the argument chipping away at the walls you’d built to keep your own emotions in check. “I’m not scared of you, Logan. What scares me is losing you because you’re too damn stubborn to let anyone in.”

Logan’s mouth opened as if to retort, but no words came. He stood there, breathing hard, the weight of your words hanging heavy between you. Without another word, he turned and stalked out of the room, the screen door slamming behind him.

You stood there, staring at the door, your heart pounding. Part of you wanted to go after him, to yell more, to make him understand. But another part of you was too tired—too hurt.

The house was quiet now, save for the faint creak of the floorboards as Laura walked in from the hallway. She didn’t say anything right away, just hovered in the doorway, her arms crossed in that way that made her look far older than her twelve years.

“You two are so loud,” she finally said, her tone flat but edged with something that sounded suspiciously like annoyance.

You groaned, dropping your hands and looking over at her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Laura replied, stepping further into the kitchen. She pulled out a chair and sat across from you, her sharp gaze studying your face. “You’re crying.”

You swiped at your cheek quickly, though you weren’t sure why. Laura didn’t miss much. “It’s nothing, kiddo.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” she said, her tone even. She leaned her elbows on the table, her small hands clasped together. “You and Logan fight all the time now.”

“That’s not true,” you replied automatically, though the words felt hollow as soon as you said them.

Laura just stared at you, unblinking. “It is.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Sometimes grown-ups argue. That’s just how it is.”

“Yeah, but you’re mad at him all the time. And he’s mad at himself. It’s annoying.” Her bluntness cut through you, and she tilted her head. “Are you going to leave?”

“What? No.” The question startled you, and you leaned forward. “No, Laura. I’m not going anywhere. I love Logan. I just... wish he’d stop shutting me out.”

Laura didn’t say anything for a while. She just stared at you, her gaze as sharp as ever, like she was picking apart everything you’d just said.

Finally, she shrugged. “Then tell him.”

You blinked. “I have told him.”

“No, you yelled at him.” Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact, and it made you feel about two inches tall. “That’s not the same.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “It’s complicated, kid.”

Laura tilted her head. “No, it’s not. You’re mad. He’s mad. You both stop talking. Then you stay mad.”

You stared at her, caught off guard by how simple she made it sound. “It’s not that easy.”

Laura didn’t respond to that, just gave you a look—one of those looks that made you realize this twelve-year-old could probably win a staring contest with the Grim Reaper. She stood up without another word and walked back toward the hallway, leaving you sitting there with a mix of frustration, guilt, and... something else you couldn’t quite name.

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The next few days were... quiet. Too quiet. Logan didn’t come around much, and when he did, it was brief—mostly to grab a beer or say a gruff goodnight. You didn’t push him, not yet, but the silence between you was its own kind of argument.

You also knew that he wasn’t sleeping in bed with you. You could tell because you’d wake up early for work, only to find Logan sprawled out on the couch, his legs dangling off the armrest. You would’ve woken him up—told him to go to bed while you left—but you stopped yourself every time. The anger hadn’t completely faded, but it had started to feel hollow, replaced by something heavier.

This morning was no different. You paused in the living room doorway, coffee in hand, watching him. He was fast asleep, one arm thrown over his face, the other hanging off the edge of the couch. You sighed quietly to yourself.

“Just go to bed, idiot,” you muttered under your breath, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.

---

Laura stood in the doorway of the garage, watching Logan fiddle with the same part of the truck he’d been pretending to fix for the past twenty minutes. She didn’t say anything at first—just stood there, arms crossed, her quiet presence heavy enough that Logan eventually sighed.

“You gonna say somethin’ or just stand there starin’?” he muttered without looking up, his voice rough.

Laura shrugged. “You’re not fixing anything.”

Logan’s hands paused for half a second before he went back to the wrench, a little harder this time. “Truck needs work.”

“It doesn’t,” Laura said bluntly. “You’re hiding.”

Logan froze again, jaw tightening. “Ain’t hidin’.”

“You are,” she insisted. Laura took a step closer, eyeing him like he was some kind of experiment she was studying. “You and Y/N are mad. It’s annoying.”

Logan finally looked up at her, scowling. “What’s annoying is you stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong.”

Laura didn’t flinch. She just stared at him, unfazed as ever. “If you don’t talk to her, she’s going to leave.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed, and his grip on the wrench tightened. “She’s not gonna leave.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Logan stared at her, expression unreadable, but he didn’t answer. He looked back at the truck instead, as if the bolts and metal could give him something to focus on. “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, kid.”

Laura stepped closer, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. “I know you. And I know her. She cries when you’re not looking.”

Logan stilled, his shoulders tensing, but he didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to hear it—didn’t want to think about it.

Laura didn’t stop. “You think shutting her out makes her safer, but it doesn’t. It just makes her sad.”

“Laura,” Logan said sharply, his voice low.

She ignored the warning in his tone. “You don’t want her to leave, but you’re acting like you do.”

That hit something, and Logan finally set the wrench down, exhaling harshly. “You don’t get it.”

“I do.” Laura’s voice was calm, but there was something pointed beneath it. “You’re scared. You don’t want to need her.”

Logan looked at her, his scowl deeper now, though it lacked its usual bite. “Yeah? Where’d you get all that from?”

Laura shrugged. “I watch you. I listen. You’re both loud.”

Logan shook his head and ran a hand over his face, grumbling under his breath. “You’re a real pain, you know that?”

She just tilted her head. “You’re worse.”

Logan let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Great. So now I’m gettin’ life advice from a twelve-year-old.”

Laura shrugged again and turned to leave. “If you don’t talk to her, I will.”

That got his attention. “Hey—”

But she was already walking out of the garage, not bothering to look back. “You’re welcome,” she called flatly.

Logan swore under his breath, watching her disappear. He sat there for a moment, hands resting on his knees, staring at the half-fixed truck. He hated that kid sometimes—hated how she could cut right through him like that.

And worse, she was right.

---

You came back from work late, opting to eat out instead of at home to avoid any awkward interactions. By the time you walked through the door, the house was dark except for the faint glow of the kitchen light. You set your bag down quietly, not wanting to risk waking anyone up.

But as you turned toward the living room, you noticed Logan sitting on the couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. He wasn’t looking at you—his gaze was fixed on the floor, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely together.

You hesitated, debating whether to say anything or just go straight to bed. Before you could decide, his gravelly voice cut through the silence.

“You didn’t come home last night.”

You froze, then blinked. “What?”

He finally looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “Laura told me. Said she noticed. I didn’t.”

You frowned, your heart sinking a little. “Logan, I—”

“I should’ve noticed,” he interrupted, his voice low, almost too quiet. He leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s on me.”

You crossed your arms, unsure what to say. “I didn’t stay out because of you.”

“Yeah, you did,” he replied bluntly, cutting you off again. “You’re avoiding me. I get it.”

The way he said it—so matter-of-fact, like he was resigned to it—made something twist in your chest. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not avoiding you. I just needed... space.”

Logan scoffed, his lips curling into a humorless smirk. “Space. Right. Because I’m such a walk in the park to be around.”

“Logan—”

“I get it,” he repeated, louder this time, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t have to explain it. I know what I’m like. Hell, Laura reminds me every day.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “This isn’t about Laura. It’s not even about you being... difficult. It’s about you not letting me in.”

He stiffened at that, his jaw clenching. “I’m tryin’.”

“Are you?” Your voice softened, but the hurt was still there. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you’re just waiting for me to give up.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a second, you thought he might argue. But then he sighed, slumping back against the couch. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice rough, almost bitter. “I don’t know how to let someone in without... screwin’ it all up.”

You stared at him, the anger you’d been holding onto slipping away, replaced by something softer. “You don’t have to have all the answers, Logan. I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just need you to try.”

“I am trying,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “It just... doesn’t feel like it’s enough.”

“It is,” you said firmly, stepping closer until you were standing in front of him. “But you can’t keep shutting me out every time things get hard. That’s not how this works.”

He looked up at you, his expression guarded but vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just studied your face like he was trying to decide whether to believe you.

Finally, he let out a long breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees again. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” you said softly, your voice steady. “But you have to let me stay.”

Logan nodded slowly, like he was finally starting to understand. “Alright,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “I’ll... figure it out.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you said, offering a small, tentative smile.

He didn’t smile back, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes meeting yours. “You eaten?”

You blinked at the sudden change in topic. “What?”

“You look tired,” he said gruffly. “Bet you skipped dinner.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “I grabbed something on the way home.”

"Good," he muttered again, leaning back against the couch with a long exhale. His hand moved to the bottle of whiskey, but instead of picking it up, his fingers drummed against the glass absently.

You hesitated, then walked over to the couch, standing just in front of him. “Logan.”

He looked up at you, his brow furrowing slightly, waiting for you to say whatever was on your mind.

Instead, you sat down beside him, close enough that your knees touched. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then Logan let out another heavy sigh, reached over, and pulled you into his lap with a quiet grunt.

“Logan—”

“Just sit,” he said, his tone softer than usual, though still carrying that gruff edge. One of his hands rested lightly on your hip, the other settled on your thigh. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and you could feel the tension in him start to ease as he let himself rest against you.

Your hands moved up instinctively, one settling on his arm, the other gently threading through his hair. He didn’t say anything at first, just breathed deeply, the weight of the past few days pressing down on both of you.

“You should come to bed tonight,” you murmured after a while, your voice quiet but steady.

Logan didn’t move, but you felt the way his body tensed under you. “I’m fine out here.”

“You’re not,” you said simply, your fingers brushing through his hair again. “You look miserable on this couch.”

He huffed a quiet laugh against your shoulder. “I’ll survive.”

“That’s not the point,” you pressed. “I want you in bed. With me. Where you belong.”

Logan lifted his head then, his eyes meeting yours. His expression was guarded, but there was something softer there too, like he was considering your words. “You sure you want me there?”

“Of course I’m sure,” you said, your hand moving to cup his jaw. “I always want you there, Logan. Even when I’m mad at you. Especially when I’m mad at you.”

That earned a faint smirk from him, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Didn’t think I was much for sharing a bed with someone.”

“Well, you’re not great at it,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “You steal the blankets, and you snore.”

“Don’t snore,” he muttered, his lips twitching slightly.

“You absolutely snore,” you shot back, smiling despite yourself. “But I don’t care. I just want you there.”

Logan studied you for a moment, his hand tightening slightly on your hip. Finally, he gave a small nod. “Alright.”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “Good.”

For a few minutes, you stayed like that, the silence between you no longer heavy but comfortable. Logan’s head rested against your chest, and you could feel the tension slowly draining out of him as your fingers moved lazily through his hair.

“Y’know,” he muttered after a while, his voice low, “Laura’s a pain in the ass sometimes.”

You chuckled softly. “She’s just looking out for you. For us.”

Logan grunted, his arm tightening around you slightly. “Kid’s too damn smart for her own good.”

“She gets that from you,” you said, smiling.

That earned another faint smirk, though he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, his eyes closing as he rested against you. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“Good,” you said softly, your hand continuing to stroke his hair.

For the first time in days, the tension between you felt like it was beginning to mend.

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter five

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie meets Asher for the first time, and Steve has some complicated feelings.

Warnings:

Angst, secret baby

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N:

Thank you all so much for your support on this story! And shoutout dialogue/banter queen @punkrockmlchael I absolutely adore you

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“So you’re letting him meet Asher,” Steve stated more than asked as he sat on your cheap couch, sock feet propped up on the coffee table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, sipping from your hot tea. Asher had just gone to bed, Steve coming over to help with the bedtime routine and hang out since it had been a couple days since you really got to talk.

He sighed deeply. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You don’t think it will be confusing for Ash?”

“I think it’s early enough that it’s okay,” you said. “And if he wants to be a dad now, I’m not going to stop him.”

Steve scoffed. “I don’t think he even knows what it means to be a dad.”

It was your turn to sigh. “He’s trying, I think, Stevie.”

“Yeah, well, a little too late don’t you think?”

You sat your mug on the table, pulling your hair around to begin a braid for the night. “He deserves a chance. Asher deserves to have a dad in his life, if he wants to step up.”

“Asher has me,” Steve said, his voice full of emotion. Your head snapped up to look at him, surprised by the intensity swirling behind his brown eyes. Your expression softened.

“And you’ve been amazing,” you said, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand in your own. He intertwined your fingers. “Ash loves you. More than me, I think.”

That brought a reluctant smile to Steve’s lips. “I love him. I’ve known the dude since he’s existed.”

The thought brings a warm feeling to your chest. It was true, Steve rarely went a day without seeing Asher for at least some amount of time. He was a constant in his life, and they were very close because of it.

“No one’s going to replace you, you know that?” You said, looking into Steve’s eyes. “You’re always gonna be Uncle Stevie.”

Something like sadness flashed across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “Yeah. I know.” He was quiet for a beat. “But what if Eddie doesn’t want me in his life anymore?”

“Oh, Steve.” You squeezed his hand again. “That’s not gonna happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

Steve nodded, looking down at his lap. He wanted to trust you, but Eddie coming back into the picture was shaking up everything. He was happy with the way his life had been, with you and with Asher. He liked the position he had in your lives - although, only in the deepest parts of his heart, he wished for more.

“You…you know I love you, right?” Steve said, looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“Of course I do,” you said, a gentle smile on your face. “I love you, too. We’ve been best friends for forever.”

Steve’s lips pursed. “Yeah. Best friends.”

“Do you want to come over tomorrow? When Eddie comes?” You asked, removing your hand from Steve’s to continue your braid. Your fingers worked quickly, the motions familiar to you.

“Do you want me here?” He asked tentatively. He badly wanted to be, but didn’t want Eddie to think he was overstepping any more than he already did.

“Of course I do,” you said, picking your mug back up. “You don’t have to be, but you know I like having you for support.”

Steve smiled softly. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll be here then. 2?”

“Yep.”

Steve slapped his palms on his lap with a “Well, I better get going,” in a major dad move. You smiled to yourself as he stood and slipped his shoes back on. “I’ll be here tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything?”

“Sure,” you said. Steve leaned over and kissed you gently on top of the head before he was letting himself out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your Full House rerun.

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The next morning, Asher was up bright and early. You helped him onto his step stool in the kitchen to let him “help” make breakfast. You were teaching him how to crack eggs in the bowl without getting shells everywhere, and he was slowly getting the hang of it, but egg usually ended up everywhere anyway.

You were pulling muffins from the oven when the front door lock turned. Asher jolted to attention, knowing exactly who it would be.

“Stebe!” He yelled, nearly jumping down from his step stool and running to hug Steve’s legs.

Steve knocked back dramatically with an “Oof! You’re getting too strong for me, Ash.”

The toddler giggled, before grabbing Steve’s hand and pulling him over to the counter where breakfast awaited.

“You’re early,” you told him, eyebrows raised. “Like, really early.” It was still 10am.

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to hang out with my favorite people.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and chomped on it.

“You’re lucky I made enough for you,” you said, grabbing three plates from the cabinet. You handed them to Steve to plate.

“Almost like you knew I’d be here early,” he said, a teasing smile on his face that you returned with a knowing one as he took the dishes from your hands. You knew each other way too well.

After breakfast, Steve played trains with Asher on the living room floor while you cleaned up the kitchen. Steve was a little too distracted as he played today, eyes lingering on you a little too long, especially when you’d bend over. He just thought you looked so cute in your oversized t-shirt and short shorts you slept in. He loved how you let him see you in any state, and he always thought you looked beautiful.

It was naptime by the time you were done, and Steve offered to take care of it for you so you could sit down. You took him up on the offer, but still found yourself lingering behind, watching the way Steve would get Asher laughing so hard while he changed him, how Asher would refuse to let him leave without a “night night kiss”.

During his nap, you and Steve took up your usual positions on the couch. You laid your feet in his lap and Steve rubbed them over your fuzzy socks.

“Are you nervous?” He asked. You noticed how his biceps flexed as he massaged you.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to expect.”

Steve squeezed your leg. “I’m here for you no matter what. Even if this doesn’t work out.”

“Do you think it will?” You asked, your voice full of nervous hope. “Work out?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “He’s not the same guy who left. I don’t want you to expect him to be.”

Asher woke up from his nap right on time, at 1:45. You got him dressed in a cute outfit, some little overalls with a yellow shirt underneath. He quickly ran back to the living room in search of Steve, who got back on the floor with him and watched as the toddler pulled every toy out of his toy box.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

You and Steve exchanged a look as you stood and headed to the front door. You opened it, seeing Eddie standing on the other side. He was dressed nicely, wearing a button down and tight jeans. His hair was brushed and tamed, and he held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag in his hand.

“Hey,” you greeted, surprised at the effort he’d put into his appearance. “Come on in.”

You backed up, letting Eddie walk inside before you closed the door.

“These are for you,” he said, handing you the wrapped bouquet of carnations. You smiled as you took them, bringing them to your nose to smell them.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ll go put them in some water.”

You walked into the kitchen, Eddie following behind you awkwardly. He looked into the living room as you filled a vase with water, only able to see Steve’s head and hear Asher’s laughter.

“What’s that?” You asked, gesturing towards the gift bag.

“Oh, uh,” Eddie said, looking down at the bag. “I just brought something for the kid. I hope that’s okay.”

You smiled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m sure he’ll love whatever it is. Are you ready to meet him?”

Eddie swallowed. He took a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

You walked into the living room with Eddie trailing behind. “Hey, Ash?”

The little boy turned away from the ninja turtles he’d been playing with with Steve, looking back at you. His eyes immediately moved to Eddie, and they widened. He turned, quickly scurrying into Steve’s lap and hiding his face in his chest. Steve looked up at you, unsure what to do as he wrapped his arms around the boy.

You turned to Eddie, who looked absolutely heartbroken. His face had fallen, and he looked like he could cry at any moment. You quickly put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. He’s just shy. He’ll warm up.” Eddie nodded, attempting to swallow his nerves.

“Ash, there’s someone I want you to meet,” you tried again, crouching down in front of him and Steve. Asher turned slightly, looking only at you through just one eye, his face still half buried in Steve’s shirt. “Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, cautiously, Asher turned, looking at Eddie. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, clutching onto his shirt in his tiny fists for dear life. Eddie watched on, at a loss for words, his heart broken in his chest as he took in the sight of his son, who looked even more like him in person, who wanted nothing to do with him. Who clung to Steve rather than even look at him.

“This is Eddie,” you told Asher, who was currently scrutinizing everything about him. You wondered if he found him intimidating. “He’s…this is your dad.”

Asher looked at Eddie, not understanding your words.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted gently, sitting the bag down and crouching down in front of Asher. “Nice to meet you, little man.”

Asher didn’t say anything. He turned, hiding his face again, acting like he was terrified of Eddie, would rather be anywhere else.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

You turned to Eddie, surprised by the random question. But the man looked utterly defeated, his lower lip quivering as he sniffled. Before you could answer him, he was standing and rushing off to the bathroom.

You looked at Steve, who looked completely uncomfortable. Asher finally uncovered his face with Eddie gone, looking around the room to see if he was still there. You stroked his curly hair gently.

“That might have gone worse than I expected,” Steve murmured, his hand stroking Asher’s back soothingly.

“He’s just shy, he’s not used to strangers,” you whispered back. “Maybe I should go talk to him.”

Steve nodded, and you stood, heading to the bathroom and softly knocking on the door. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, but it was obvious in his voice he’d been upset, maybe even crying.

“Can you let me in?”

There was a minute of silence before the lock turned and Eddie opened the bathroom door. His eyes were red, cheeks wet from tears. The sight broke your heart. You stepped into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind you two.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should have warned you about this ahead of time.”

Eddie shook his head. “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said. “He’s just being shy. He doesn’t know you yet. Just give him time.”

Eddie laughed humorlessly, looking around the small room. “I’m no better than my own dad.”

Your heart broke for him. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though?” He gripped onto the counter, leaning over. “I’ve been completely absent. Being a rockstar. My kid doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t even want anything to do with me. He hates me.” He laughed again. “I said I’d never be like my old man.”

“Eddie, you’re nothing like your dad.” You reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I wanted to end the cycle but here I am continuing it. Walking away, leaving you, leaving him, leaving our son. He probably thinks Steve’s his dad.”

Your stomach hurt at his words. “You just have to give him time,” you said again. “He’s just a toddler. He’ll warm up, I promise.”

Eddie seemed to consider your words. Finally he nodded, wiping the tears from his face. “It’s just a lot, you know?”

You looked at him with sympathy. You knew this was hard on him. You felt terrible that it wasn’t going how he hoped. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

When Eddie rejoined you in the living room, he had pulled himself back together. Asher was back to playing with his toys, and didn’t notice as Eddie approached again. He sat down on the ground across from Steve and Asher as you sat on the couch, watching the interaction.

“Hey, Asher,” Eddie said softly.

Asher startled, quickly moving back into Steve’s lap the second he realized Eddie was back. Eddie’s face fell again, but he didn’t cry this time.

“I brought something for you. Wanna see?”

Asher looked at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He looked back to Eddie, then to the gift bag sitting beside him. “Toy?”

Eddie smiled. “You’ll have to open it and find out.” He handed the gift bag to Asher, who immediately started ripping into the paper. He got distracted, crinkling the gift paper in his hands, which made Eddie laugh.

When he made it into the actual gift, Asher pulled out a brand new blue train. His little eyes lit up, his mouth dropping open. “Thomas!”

Eddie smiled. “Do you like it?”

Asher nodded eagerly, examining the new train. It was different than his others. He reached back into the bag, pulling out the last gift - a stuffed bear with a custom Corroded Coffin t-shirt. “Bear!” He said, wrapping his chubby little arms around it and giving it a hug.

“That’s so you can remember me when I’m on the road,” Eddie said sadly. He felt better that Asher was talking to him and had loved his gifts, but he was still weighed down by the reality of the situation.

Asher picked up his green train and handed it to Eddie.

Eddie gently took the toy from his small hand. “This is for me?”

Asher nodded. He pointed to the train track, showing him where Percy goes. Eddie put the train down, and Asher smiled. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, however. You watched on as Eddie and Steve played with your son - it was almost like you weren’t even there. Eddie seemed to feel better as Asher opened up more, but he still clung tightly to Steve. You could tell Eddie noticed.

Eddie stayed to eat lunch with the three of you. You made a frozen pizza, Asher sitting between Steve and Eddie. Eddie smeared pizza sauce on Asher’s nose, making the little boy laugh hard.

“I don’t want to bother you guys for too long,” Eddie said after you’d all finished eating and he helped wash up. Asher had returned to the living room with Steve.

“Oh, okay,” you told him. “I’m…I’m really glad you came. I think Ash is really starting to like you.”

Eddie smiled. “Good.” He stood there awkwardly for a minute. “Do you think…I could see him again?”

“You can see him any time,” you said. “Just let me know?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Okay. We have to work in the studio tomorrow, but maybe I’ll call you the next day?”

“I have to work,” you told him reluctantly. “But we’ll figure something out.”

You walked with Eddie to the door, seeing him out. “Thank you again, for giving me a chance,” he said.

“Of course.” You touched his arm again. “I’m glad you want to be here.”

“I wouldn’t miss another second for the world.”

When you returned to the living room, Asher looked up. “Where Ebbie?”

Something hit Steve then. An intense kind of jealousy. Asher had never asked for anyone like that. He already felt like he was being pushed out of his position in Asher’s life. He saw the boy like his own son. He was afraid.

“Eddie had to go,” you told him. “But he’ll be back to see you very soon.”

Steve, who was never worried about imposing, stayed late again that night. He helped put Asher to bed before curling up on the couch with you as usual.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

You let out a long sigh. “That was…a lot.”

Steve rubbed your leg. “You did great. Ash did great.”

“I just feel bad. I know it hurt Eddie’s feelings. He’s being hard on himself.”

“Well, he did fuck up royally.”

“I know.” You nudged Steve with your foot. “Kid’s attached to you.”

Steve smiled, a look of pride crossing his face. “I love you and Ash more than anything. And I mean that.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You just didn’t know how much Steve loved you.

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Sticky (J.H.S)

Preview: You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you. 

contains- teasing, slight degradation, small amount of ass slapping/spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, dom!hoseok, dirty talk, begging, established relationship 18+ MDI!

word count - 2.8k/unedited

You held your breath as you typed in the code to the studio. Hoseok had left early in the morning, while the sun was still working its way into the sky and the morning dew was still hugging the grass. He didn’t leave before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and a gentle tuck of the blankets though. He loved the way you curled up closer to his side, stealing any of the left over body heat. 

You wanted to surprise him with a late night snack,you had a little craving for ice cream and wanted to share the sweet treat with him.You had picked up some ice cream on your way over and snuck into the Hybe building. The door unlocked with a click and you silently pushed the door open, hoping you wouldn't give up the surprise too soon. 

Only, the room is empty when you open the door all the way. Hobi’s computer is powered off, the chair is neatly pushed in, everything is perfectly in its place and shut down. Did he leave while you were on your way over? No, you would have crossed paths at some point, right? Maybe he had stepped out for a minute and would be back. You took a deep breath before your brain started to feed you extreme thoughts. Kidnapping, him cheating, all of it rushed in at once before you shut the door and made your way down the hall. There was one more place he could be. 

As you approached the practice room, you could hear the loud and heavy beats of music. You weren’t sure how he hadn’t damaged his hearing yet with how loud the music was, but you creeped in, trying not to be spotted and sat on the couch in the corner of the practice room and admired your boyfriend. 

He was staring himself down in the mirror, examining every small step he made. Each one was done with practiced confidence, perfect execution. You would never not be amazed at how his body went from moving in a wave, like he had absolutely no bones, to these extreme sharp movements in an instant. 

Soon enough, Hoseok stopped dancing and instead crouched down to check his phone. It wasn’t until he looked into the mirror that he spotted you. His face instantly lit up, a large smile growing as he stood back up. “Baby!” He squealed out as he rushed towards you. “When did you get here?” 

You giggled as he cupped your face and planted tiny kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. He caught you in a warm kiss, soft and innocent. You smiled against his lips before he pulled away. 

“I brought ice cream.” You smiled as he made a surprised expression, mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape. 

Hoseok smiled and pulled you into a hug. He was sweaty, his shirt damp from the hours he spent dancing. He gave you a tight squeeze, rocking from side to side. “Thank you.” He planted yet another kiss on the top of your head before releasing you to dig into the ice cream. 

The two of you enjoyed the ice cream, both giggling as you stole bites of the other's flavor. Conversation flowed naturally as Hoseok talked about his day, all the hard work he had put into his set, and how he was so excited for you to see how it turned out. He listened as you rambled on about your day as well, nodding along with the conversation as you talked about annoying co-workers and wanting to stay in bed all day. 

“I’m going to run through one more time and then I’ll head home with you,” Hoseok moved to clean up the empty ice cream cups. “Does that sound okay, baby?” 

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. No matter how long you had been together, it still made you feel like the day you started dating. You hummed in confirmation and nodded your head. “I’ll be cheering you on, like always.” 

He smiled and finished cleaning up, before running back over to the mirrors and tapping play on his playlist. You watched him carefully as he ran through, making it about halfway before his actions made your heart race. You watched as the mirror began to fog up, you could see the sweat beading on his face. 

Hoseok reached down and tugged his shirt off, throwing it off to the side as he continued to dance. His soft abs flexed with every movement. The blood rushed to your face and you felt your cheeks growing hot. Sweat glistened on his skin, dripping down and highlighting every section of his abs, all the way down to the thin layer of hair that dipped below his waistband. 

You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you. 

Suddenly, the music stopped and Hoseok was stood in front of you. He crouched down next to you and silently captured you in a kiss. It was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the dance you had just watched him perform. It was always warm with Hoseok, something you could melt into in an instant. You did so, easily falling into his touch and the softness of his lips. 

His hands held you gently, a small hum sounding from him as you moved closer to dig your hands into his hair. Your hands made their way to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in the sweaty strands. You gave them a gentle tug, something you knew Hoseok enjoyed. 

He let out a small whimper at the movement and you quickly captured his bottom lip in a light nibble. You whined quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, not yet untangling your fingers from his locks. “Come on, let's go home.” Hoseok said quietly, moving to help pull you up. 

You shook your head, fighting the movement. You wanted, no, needed him now. You weren’t going to wait for however long it took you to walk home. You pulled him down into another kiss, this time growing much hotter. Your hands gripped his hair, tugging at the locks a little harsher this time, and deepened the kiss. Your tongue peaked into his mouth, tasting the remaining sweetness of the ice cream on his tongue. 

Hoseok smirked against your lips as he pulled away. “That impatient?” He questioned in a teasing tone. He shook his head. “Such a needy baby.” He gently tugged you closer, tugging you into his lap after he sat on the ground. You could feel his growing erection against your heat, the thin shorts he had on covered absolutely nothing. You sighed at the feeling, rocking your hips forward in a slow grind as you leaned in for another kiss. 

Hoseok gently cupped your face, taking control of the kiss this time. He kissed you a little too soft, a little too slow, just enough to keep you wanting more. Each time you tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back slightly. He was teasing you, like a bird taunts a cat through the window. He did it for long enough to draw a needy whine out of your throat before he fully kissed you, capturing you in a red hot, messy kiss. 

You moaned at the feeling, your hands reaching up to find purchase on his bare chest. You melted into the kiss, allowing Hoseok to paint your mouth with his tongue. His kisses were intoxicating, your brain buzzing with the feeling and taste of him. The subtle sweetness mixed with his natural taste was enough to soak your underwear. 

“Couldn’t even let me finish my work,” Hoseok snaked his hand between the two of you, fingers dancing over your clothed center. “You were that desperate for my cock, hm?” He teased as he pushed your hair to the side with his other hand. His head dipped down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “Such a needy little baby.” 

“Hoseok,” You whimpered as he rubbed small circles over your clothed clit. Your hips twitched forward, searching for more friction. “Hobiii,” Your eyebrows furrowed together. 

He hummed against your skin, trailing his tongue from the base of your neck up to your ear. “What is it, baby? What do you want?” He nibbled on the outside of your ear, a shiver snuck its way now your back at the sensation. 

“You, I want you.” 

Hoseok chuckled. “Be specific.” 

Your ears grew hot. You could be specific. Tell him about how you want him to strip you naked and eat your pussy like it was his last meal, wanted him to sink his fingers deep into you and massage the spot that made you see stars. You could tell him how you wanted to ride him, bounce on his cock until you were shaking and out of breath. 

But that isn’t what came out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me until I can’t walk.” 

“Come on,” Hoseok withdrew his hand and bounced his leg to get you to stand. You stood up and followed Hoseok. He led you to the front of the room, straight in front of the large mirror that sprawled across most of the wall. He quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and folded it, placing it in front of the mirror. “On your hands and knees.” 

You froze for a second before a smack on your ass made you jump. “I said, on your hands and knees, or do I need to force you?” Hoseok questioned. You quickly dropped to your knees, falling onto the shirt. You watched as Hoseok pulled his shorts and boxers off at once, kicking them across the floor. Saliva built up in your mouth as you stared at his cock, tip pretty pink and shiny with precum. 

It wasn’t long before Hoseok dropped to his knees as well and pulled your pants down, the waistband settling in the crevices of your knees. “I want you to watch.” He gently tugged on your hair to make you pick up your head. You locked eyes in the mirror, your stomach fluttering with nerves as you watched him. Your arms shook as he placed a hand on your ass and used the other one to drag his cock up and down your pussy. You watched as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, admiring you. “Hobi, please,” You whimpered as you pushed back slightly, trying to get him to do something. 

His hand pulled away before coming down again, a sharp smack sounding through the room. You winced as he rubbed his hand over the area, soothing the hot skin. “So needy,” He muttered under his breath as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before plunging in. 

A moan ripped its way through your body as he settled into place. Your arms shook before crumpling under you, your cheek making contact with the cold floor. Hoseok gave you a few thrusts, hips moving with practiced ease, hitting every spot that made your eyes roll back. You whimpered with every movement.

Hoseok's grip tightened on your hip, pulling you back with each movement to meet him. His other hand trailed up your back, fingertips tickling the skin and making you wiggle with every touch. His hand landed under your shirt, skin hot and burning your back the longer it sat there. He stayed for a few moments before his hand retreated from under your shirt and moved over the fabric, finding its way up the back of your neck and into your hair. His fingers tangled into the locks, twisting them over his hand and tugging hard. A whimper flew out of your mouth as he tugged again, this time enough to get you to push back up to your hands and stay there.

“Good girl,” He growled out a small praise. “Look in the mirror, watch yourself.” 

You were a mess. You caught a fuzzy glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the glass was fogging back up, moisture beading and dripping. Your lips were bitten red and glossy, the color matched the deep blush of your cheeks. Drool glistened and stained your chin, sweat dripped down your neck and painted the hickeys Hoseok had so graciously left on your neck. Your eyes were glassy and pupils blown, eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. 

Your eyes flickered to Hoseok, who was intensely watching your every move. An animalistic glint glossed over his eyes and a smirk painted his face as he delivered a particularly deep thrust. You tightened around him, watching as his jaw clenched and a groan pushed its way out of his body. 

Every roll of his hips brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. The drag of his cock over your walls made your thighs shake. You pressed back in desperation, trying to get him impossibly closer, deeper. Tears welled up in your eyes as you gasped, chasing the high that was just out of reach. 

“Poor baby, do you want to cum?” Hoseok wiggled his hips before stopping his movements, cock nestled deep in your pussy. “Pretty girl, are you close?” He released your hair, gently combing through the sweaty strands. 

You whimpered and nodded. “Please, wanna cum.” You pushed back against him. The heat was dissipating with every second. “Please, Hoseok, I can’t.” You let out a broken moan. 

“I wanna watch you do it, fuck yourself on my cock, baby.” He planted another smack on your ass. 

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you tried to find a messy rhythm. You rocked yourself back on Hoseok’s cock, moving your hips in an attempt to hit the same spots he was. A frustrated whine left your lips as you desperately tried to chase your high back, the heat slowly building up once more in your abdomen. 

You continued until you were out of breath and collapsed forward with a pathetic moan. “Too tired, baby?” Hoseok reached forward to gently stroke your hair. You gave a small nod. His features softened before his grip on your hips tightened. “You were so close, huh?” He rolled his hips forward once more. He clicked his tongue and let out a breath. “Do you want me to make you cum?” 

You had never agreed to anything faster. Hoseok immediately picked up where he had left off, moving his hips in ways you could only dream of and hitting spots that made you see stars. His hands danced from your hips, snaking around until his fingers found your clit. 

“Fuck, fuck,” A guttural moan ripped through your body. The heat in your abdomen grew as Hoseok rubbed the bundle of nerves. “I-i’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” 

“Cum for me, baby.” Hoseok grunted. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew louder. “Cum on my cock, I know you want to.”

“S-shit.” Your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around Hoseok's cock. Your vision went white and your ears began ringing as you let out a loud, pornographic moan. 

You heard Hoseok let out a string of curse words, his hips stuttering forward in a messy rhythm. “Gonna fucking,” He let out a strangled moan, “Fill you up so good.” You gasped as he released, hot cum painting your insides. That alone was almost enough to push you into another orgasm, almost. 

Hoseok stayed where he was for a few moments and drew small circles over the exposed skin on your lower back. “You ready?” He questioned softly. He waited for a hum of confirmation before slowly pulling out of you. The cum dripped down your thigh as you collapsed to the ground, groaning at the soreness in your muscles. You were thankful of the shirt Hoseok had placed below you, it had both saved your knees from more pain and was going to make for easier clean up. 

Hoseok hushed you as he wiped you clean with the discarded shirt before wiggling your pants back up over your hips. He gave your ass a soft pat before moving to get redressed himself, digging through his bag to find a fresh t-shirt.

He wasn’t about to let you sleep on the floor, instead coaxing you up with promises of a nice bath and a head massage at home. He giggled and cooed over your tired expression as you stood up, dodging a playful slap from you at the teasing. Hoseok admired your features for a few moments longer before you two set off back home. He couldn’t believe you were his, his pretty baby.  

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part6. soccer game

MINORS DNI!

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you couldn`t sleep and accidentally you woke Vi up, so you decided to confront her about fellings

・❥・ genre: smut + kinda friends to lovers

・❥・ word count: 2.8k

✎ warnings: 18+, homophobia, panic attack, blood, mention of smut, fight, abuse, swearing, violence

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on the way to the soccer game, you messaged Trish, eager to share with her what had happened.

"hey, are you coming to the game today? I want to meet up," you typed and hit "send". the reply came almost immediately.

"I wasn’t planning to, but alright. meet you there in 10 minutes :)" you slipped your phone back into your jacket pocket and headed toward the entrance.

the stadium was already packed. you could see students from the other school finding their seats, and the cheer squad warming up. it brought back memories of your own attempts at dancing, and you felt grateful to be sitting down instead of bouncing around on the field. when Trish spotted you, she sat down beside you, and you hugged.

“so, how’s it going, gorgeous? what did you want to talk about?” Trish looked at you intently.

you leaned a little closer so the people around wouldn’t overhear. “I wanted to tell you about last night. about me and… Vi,” you said with a smile.

Trish squealed and grabbed your hand. “NO WAY!”

“shhh, Trish,” you whispered, noticing a few people glancing your way. “I don’t want everyone to know!”

“okay, okay, sorry," she said, unable to sit still. “start from the beginning. and I want all the details!” she winked at you.

you laughed and took her hand, pulling her away from the seats. once you were alone in the hallway, you began, “we spent the whole night together,” you whispered. Trish squeezed your hand, clearly wanting more.

“last night, I woke up thinking about us. I think she wanted to kiss me when she came in and gave me this,” you pointed to your neck, “but she didn’t, since you all called us into the living room,” you explained, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“my mouth! it never shuts up on time!” Trish slapped her hand over her lips. “sorry!”

“it’s fine…” you bit your lip. “when we were watching the movie, she put her hand on my knee. it felt like I was burning up inside. then we held hands, and she even kissed my neck.”

“I told you a movie was a good idea,” Trish laughed. “go on.”

“all evening, I kept catching her looking at me. it made me feel so good, knowing she was watching.” you smiled. “then when we went to bed, I touched her…” Trish’s eyes widened with excitement.

“and then what?” she could hardly wait.

“well, we finally kissed, one thing led to another, and… we had sex,” you said, blushing.

“AAAH! YOU DOG!” Trish started jumping up and down, holding onto your hand.

you both laughed, and you shared some more details, making Trish nearly faint.

“I can’t believe it… you guys had sex once, and you’re already glowing like this,” she said, clearly thrilled for you. her sincerity warmed your heart, and you felt grateful to have someone to share this with.

“who said it was only once?” you winked, making Trish squeal even louder. as you laughed and gossiped, the music at the stadium got louder.

“this conversation isn’t over - after the game, you’re giving me all the details from the beginning,” she said, pulling you toward the bleachers. as you turned the corner toward the stands, you saw Troy leaning against the wall. your stomach dropped when your eyes met.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him. Troy’s expression was unreadable, though one thing was clear - he was angry.

“I’m playing today, babe. but that’s a better question for you.” he started walking closer. “I thought I wouldn’t see you here again.”

“keep your distance,” Trish muttered through gritted teeth as he got too close.

“shut your mouth; I’m not talking to you,” he sneered at her and turned back to you.

“don’t talk to her like that! and don’t call me ‘babe,’” you spat, disgusted. “you lost that right when you shoved your dick down someone else’s throat.”

Troy just laughed. “maybe I wouldn’t have needed to if you’d given a better head,” he shrugged.

“you’re disgusting,” you said, deciding to walk past him and end the conversation, but he grabbed you by the elbow. a cold wave of fear ran through you, and suddenly, you couldn’t move.

“not so brave without your new girlfriend around? from what you told before, sounds like you enjoyed having a tongue shoved down your cunt. maybe that’s why you’re so terrible in bed,” he laughed in your face. you felt a lump form in your throat again, but you fought hard to keep the tears back.

"I’ll be taking this," he said, letting go of your arm and roughly yanking the necklace from your neck.

“no! give it back!" you tried to grab his hand, but he shoved you, and you fell.

“you’re such an idiot! get out of here!” Trish shouted, but her voice was barely audible over the music. she knelt next to you, asking if you were okay. you couldn’t answer, only clutching the spot on your neck where your pendant should have been.

“I’d ask you for a good luck kiss, but knowing where that mouth has been…” he laughed again and walked away.

tears streamed down your face as you struggled to process how someone you once trusted could act this way. all his insults, everything he said, built up into a panic attack. the walls around seemed to close in, and you couldn’t breathe. the only sound was your own heartbeat. Trish tried to comfort you, but nothing helped. you wanted to leave, but couldn’t even lift yourself off the floor. your mind raced, and the pressure in your chest grew with every second. in desperation, you hugged yourself, your fingers brushing against Vi’s jacket. finally, you took a deep breath; it felt like she was holding you as Trish gently stroked your back, and you slowly calmed down.

when you finally managed to stand, you glanced at Trish, who looked at you with deep concern.

dusting yourself off, you asked her for a tissue. after composing yourself, you said, “I’m fine.” Trish was about to protest, but you continued, “I want to watch the game. let’s talk about this later.” she nodded, and the two of you headed back to the stands.

your seats were taken, so you had to sit a little lower down. you didn’t like these spots, as they often ended with a ball flying into someone’s face, but you didn’t have a choice. you’d missed the cheerleaders’ performance but arrived just in time for the teams’ entrance. when both teams took to the field, you finally spotted Vi, she was like a breath of fresh air. she looked incredible; the soccer uniform accentuated her muscles, and her pink hair stood out beautifully among the other players. you saw her scanning the crowd, searching for you. you were relieved she hadn’t spotted you yet; you didn’t want her to see your red, tear-streaked eyes.

bright floodlights lit up the field, surrounded by rows of trees and bleachers filled with students, teachers, and parents. the stadium buzzed with excitement, and both teams looked ready to burst with energy before the starting whistle.

the opposing college’s team, known for their coach’s strategy of short, sharp passes, immediately focused on controlling the ball from the first seconds. their captain, a tall guy with a constant grin, confidently directed every movement of his teammates. they moved like a well-oiled machine, exchanging passes almost wordlessly. but your team lacked that cohesion: Josh was a rock, blocking their attack attempts, but with little success.

at one point, the midfield turned into a true battleground. when Troy intercepted the ball, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers of support. he sped forward, looking unstoppable, but as a defender from the opposing team closed in, Troy was supposed to pass, but he didn’t seem to see anyone around him, dribbling as though he were the only player on his team. when that same defender swiftly caught up and cleanly knocked the ball out of bounds, your team began yelling things at Troy - they were clearly frustrated.

the suspense was building. players from both teams took occasional sharp shots on goal, but the goalkeepers showed impressive reflexes, saving their nets. the spectators in the stands were relentless, cheering for their teams. the opposing side tried a shift in tactics, opting for long passes. finally, in one of these moments, a player from the other school found himself perfectly positioned and struck a powerful, precise shot into the corner of the goal. the ball floated mid-air, but Vi deflected it to the opposite side, saving the goal. you smiled and clapped.

you watched as someone from your team intercepted the ball, and with incredible speed, Vi was already open near the opposing goal. receiving the ball, she dribbled toward the goal, and here was the moment of truth - Vi was about to score. while all the fans watched closely, you saw Troy barreling toward the ball.

“what is he doing?” you saw him kick the ball out from under Vi, causing her to trip, and the whistle blew. “no!” you shot up from your seat, watching Vi try to get back on her feet, and the entire bleacher section went silent. when Vi finally stood, she stormed over to Troy.

“what the fuck are you doing?” she demanded, but he only smirked and walked away.

a minute later, the game resumed. the opposing team felt the advantage after what had happened, and their coach decided to go on the offensive, rearranging the players. their forward took a golden opportunity, entering the penalty area and, deceiving the defenders, struck directly into the corner of the goal. cheers, applause, and celebratory embraces followed on the field for the other team. you saw Josh talking to Vi; she just shook her head and walked away. as she made her way to her position, Troy waved to her, his face twisted in an ugly grin. you saw Vi tense. she wasn’t looking at him but at his hand - he had hung your necklace on his wrist. your eyes widened as Vi stormed over to him, grabbing his arm. amid the cheers from the crowd, you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you saw Vi’s face redden with anger as she yanked your necklace away from him. she pushed him hard in the chest.

Vi began scanning the crowd and finally, your eyes met hers, her expression softening. you tried to smile, but tears started streaming down again. as you looked at each other, Troy leaned in and said something to Vi, making her turn sharply to him, grabbing his jersey.

“no, no, no,” you whispered, “Trish, this is exactly what he wants. she’ll be kicked off the team,” you said frantically, turning to your friend, but the coach stepped in just in time, pulling them apart and speaking to each of them. the game continued.

the game reached a new level of intensity: both teams played to the very end, fiercely defending their positions and waiting for the right moment. finally, your team had possession again, and when the pass went to Vi, she took control confidently. Troy no longer tried to interfere, and you thought maybe the coach had reprimanded him. a minute later, the ball was in the other team’s net, and you all erupted in cheers and applause. almost the entire team ran up to Vi, though she only nodded, not looking very pleased.

when the referee’s whistle signaled the end of the match, the field filled with applause and cheers from the spectators. both teams were exhausted, but everyone exchanged handshakes and hugs, knowing this was one of those games that would be remembered.

after the game, you said goodbye to Trish, promising to catch up later. you waited for Vi by her car in the parking lot, feeling restless.

“cupcake?” Vi called out to you. you turned to her and ran into her arms, sobbing. after today, there were no tears left in you. you held her tightly, and Vi wrapped her strong arms around you as you finally exhaled.

“it’s okay, don’t cry,” she said, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears. “what happened today?” she asked, worriedly. you told her everything, about your conversation with Trish, about how Troy had overheard you, pushed you, and taken your necklace. Vi stroked your hair, but you could feel her body tensing, her eyes blazing with anger.

“I’ll kill him,” she whispered, clenching her fist.

“oh really?” it was Troy.

“get in the car,” Vi handed you the keys and stood in front of you. across from her stood several guys - of course, Troy wouldn’t come alone; he was a coward.

“Vi, I don’t…” you tried to protest, but she just repeated herself.

you took the keys and did as she said. sitting inside, you watched what was happening.

“I just want to talk, Vi,” Troy raised his hands, “seems like you’re taking something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“belong?” she replied. “she’s a person, not a possession,” Vi’s fists remained clenched.

“alright, alright,” he started walking closer, and you tensed, grabbing your phone to call someone if needed. “but let’s be honest, used goods are never as good as new, right?” he glanced at you with a grin.

“if you’re talking about yourself, I agree,” she shot back.

“watch it, there’s more of us here!” he shouted, offended.

“it’s strange that you need half the team to meet with me,” Vi didn’t move an inch. “last time you were flat on the floor with a broken nose. want a repeat?”

Troy almost spat with rage as he lunged at Vi, but she grabbed his hand and shoved him away.

“does she still open her mouth when she cums?” the unexpected question rang in your ears, freezing time, and it felt like everyone stopped breathing. when an enraged Vi tried to lunge at Troy, the others grabbed her and held her back.

“let her go!” you shouted from the car, fear evident in your eyes.

“oh, don’t worry, babe, I’ll take care of this problem and then give you my full attention.” with those words, he started beating Vi with all his strength while the others held her.

you realized it was time to call for help, panicking as you dialed a number, not even sure whom you were calling, until you heard your dad's voice on the other end. you were so relieved to hear him. “daddy, Troy’s gone crazy, they’re beating Vi, and he’s threatening me. we’re in the parking lot. please help." you didn't catch what he replied because you were terrified by what you were seeing.

you looked back at the scene, watching with horror. you’d never witnessed such aggression in your life; Troy was hitting Vi with such force that his hand was red after just a few punches, hitting her head, her face. when he finally stopped, Vi muttered, "is that all you've got?"

infuriated, Troy swung again, but Vi dodged, and he ended up hitting another guy right in the nose. taking advantage of the moment, Vi broke free and landed a hard punch to Troy’s stomach. as he doubled over, she grabbed him by the shirt and slammed her fist into his cheek, throwing him back onto the pavement. he collapsed like a sack, writhing in pain.

“you idiots, is this what you wanted?!” Vi shouted at the others. they glanced at each other nervously. “get out of here while you still can!”

the guys scattered, not even checking on Troy. Vi finally turned to face you, and you gasped. her face was covered in blood, her lip split - it was horrific. you leapt out of the car and ran to her.

“you're safe, cupcake,” Vi whispered, reaching for your hand, her eyes unfocused. she handed you the necklace, and you started to cry.

“Vi, how are you feeling? can you hear me?" she swayed, and you realized how badly she was hurt.

“yeah, I just... feel a little...” her voice trailed off as she started to collapse, but you caught her, and you both sank to the ground.

“Vi!” you screamed, holding her bloody, unconscious form in your arms.

[anubisfarm]

Unethical || Harvey

Synopsis - It's time for your first Pap Smear Test with Doctor Harvey when something unexpected and unethical happens.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.8k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You had been in Pelican Town for just over a year now and during that time you had become increasingly close with the town’s local doctor, Harvey. Throughout the week you would bring his favourite gifts of coffee and pickles into his office, forcing the older man to fall head over heels in love with you relatively quickly. He would never pass up an opportunity to be by your side, whether it was as a friend, or as your doctor. Today though, he was your doctor. It was time for your yearly health check-up and, in fact. Was time for your first Pap Smear Test. Although you knew the examination was necessary to check for potential cancer cells, you were still dreading it. Your friends and family alike had told you that the procedure could be slightly painful and uncomfortable which only added to your already existing anxieties. 

As you approached the clinic your heart was thumping so loud against your chest that you swore other villagers passing by could hear it. You stood outside the clinic and took a few deep breaths before entering, only to be greeted with Maru’s friendly face. “Ah! There you are, just in time! Doctor Harvey is waiting for you in his office.”

You offered Maru a weak smile and nodded, “thanks Maru.”

You slumped your way down the hall to Harvey’s office, all while trying to stop yourself from bolting out of the clinic with every step you took. After what felt like an eternity, you reached the door and after another deep breath you knocked. A faint ‘come in’ sounded from the opposite side of the door and you slowly opened it, peering your head around the corner. Harvey was smiling at you already. “Y/N, it’s lovely to see you,” he greeted, motioning for you to enter his office further. 

“It’s lovely to see you too Harvey, although I wish the circumstances were different,” you mumbled, stepping further into the room. 

Harvey looked at you sympathetically and smiled. “You’re in good hands here Y/N, you’ve nothing to fear.” 

“You know hospitals make me nervous,” you said as you sat down in the chair opposite his desk. Immediately you began tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harvey. 

He typed some notes up on his computer before turning his attention to you once again. “I know it’s easier said than done but please try not to be nervous. I’m here to help you and ensure that everything is fine with your health.” 

You trusted Harvey with your life as both your friend and doctor, but still you couldn’t shake the nerves you were feeling about the Pap Smear examination. Your lips pressed into a thin line before you finally managed to stammer out, “w-will it hurt?” 

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I’ve heard it can be quite uncomfortable but it will only last a few moments and I’ll do my best to make you as comfortable as possible,” he paused and offered you a reassuring smile. “Now, whenever you’re ready you can step behind that screen there and remove the bottom half of your clothes.” 

You looked at the screen a few feet away from his desk and nodded. For a few seconds, your feet reused to move but eventually you stood up from the chair and walked behind the screen. You looked around the small section of the room and noticed there was a hospital bed and next to it, a small station sink with a cabinet underneath it. The hospital bed had been made up for you, a small paper-like blanket had been folded neatly on the bed for you to cover your bottom half up. With a sharp exhale, you tucked your thumbs under the waistband of your trousers and underwear, pulling them down to your ankles in one fell swoop. You stepped out of your trousers and lay yourself down on the bed, grabbing the paper-like blanket to cover what remaining dignity you had left. Finally, after a few seconds of deliberating if this was really worth the embarrassment, you called out to Harvey. “I’m ready.”

Harvey walked behind the screen and pulled a small wheeling cart with him. Once he was behind the screen, he put on a pair of transparent gloves and flexed his fingers. “If you could bend your knees up for me please and put them together.” He sat down at the end of the bed before looking at you. “I’m going to lift this sheet and take a look, okay?” You nodded your head in understanding as your face flushed with embarrassment. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the situation, Harvey’s heart was racing. He couldn’t help but feel slightly perverted as he slowly lifted up the sheet, revealing your exposed pussy to him. Harvey couldn’t believe he was actually seeing you, up close and personal. Harvey bit his bottom lip as he inspected your pussy, his mouth practically watering at the sight. When Harvey never spoke, you whispered to him. “Is everything okay?”

He cleared his throat before answering you. “Y-Yeah. Everything is fine.” Then, he stood up and made his way over to the small stationed sink next to the bedside and reached into the cabinet underneath it. “I’m just grabbing some lubricant. It’ll be a lot easier to insert the speculum if you’re… well, lubed up.”

“Speculum?” You asked softly, looking at Harvey as he squeezed some of the transparent, odourless liquid onto his fingers. 

“Yes, speculum. That’s the name of this tool I’ll be using today,” Harvey nodded his head towards the wheeling cart and the instrument located on it. He then returned to his place at the end of the bed, between your legs and let out a silent, deep breath. “This might feel a little cold, but it will only last a second.” With that warning, and a nod of your head in understanding, Harvey pressed two fingers against your entrance quickly. A soft gasp left your lips at the cooling sensation and you felt yourself clench slightly as Harvey retracted his fingers. At your gasp, the older man felt his heart skip several beats and a varying number of inappropriate thoughts flashed through his mind. Harvey tripped to keep his now throbbing cock at bay as he looked at your glistening pussy and he swore a bit of saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and onto his lap. Shaking his head lightly, Harvey grabbed the speculum from the small medical table he had wheeled in with him. 

“That looks like a torture device,” you said with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the speculum in Harvey’s hand.  

“It does look scary, but I promise it’s not as bad as you’re thinking. It won’t be pleasant, but it won’t be unbearably painful either.” You nodded your head once again in response and sucked in a deep breath as Harvey placed the speculum at your entrance. “I’m going to push it in now, okay?” 

“O-Okay,” you whispered. Without hesitation, Harvey pushed the lubricated speculum inside you, ripping yet another gasp from your throat. He opened the speculum and looked inside, taking note of the things he needed to do before grabbing a swab and taking a sample. 

After a few seconds of an uncomfortable feeling, Harvey slowly pulled the speculum from you. “There. All done.” Harvey looked up from between your legs and offered you a weak smile and placed the speculum off to the side for sterilisation once you had left his office. 

“Done?” You asked, letting out a breath you had been holding in and sighed, your legs collapsing flat onto the bed and covering yourself with the thin paper-like blanket yet again. You looked at Harvey and offered him a weak smile before your eyes casted down to his little ‘problem’ between his legs. The colour drained from Harvey’s face when he saw your gaze downcast to his crotch and he immediately began to stammer out a sentence.

“I-I didn’t mean to - I couldn’t help it - I just-”

“Harvey, it’s okay,” you whispered softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I may just be a farmer, but I know the basics of human sex organs. You don’t have to be a doctor to understand that.”  

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Harvey mumbled, playing with his fingers that rested gently on his lap. 

“Uncomfortable? “ You asked him quizzically. 

“Well, yes,” Harvey adjusted his glasses awkwardly as he shifted down in his seat. “It’s not professional at all and it’s extremely unethical.”

Your brain didn’t even get a chance to process the words before you blurted out, “do you need some help?” Your eyes widened as soon as the sentence left your lips and so did Harvey’s. Had he heard you right? To save face, you just allowed yourself to continue talking. “You know… Do you need me to help you get rid of your erection?”

“Y/N!” Harvey managed to stammer out, his face now bright red from shame and embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Harvey,” you whispered softly. “It’s natural.”

“Thank you for being so… Understanding,” Harvey mumbled softly. 

“So,” you whispered out softly, a teasing grin on your lips. “Do you want some help or not?” Harvey hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. On one hand, he wanted you so badly. The sight of your pussy alone had nearly pushed him to orgasm. On the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin possibly the only real friendship he had in Pelican Town. It took a few seconds of awkward silence before Harvey finally nodded a ‘yes’ in response to your question. You sat up, the paper-like blanket falling from your lap, and pulled him down on top of you so both of his hands were resting on either side of your head. Harvey gazed down at you with a look of longing in his eyes and slowly, he inched his face towards yours until your lips were placed firmly against his. The kiss was clumsy and it was clear to you at that moment that this man had limited experience when it came to women, if any. His tongue ran over your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to wriggle its way into your mouth, but teasingly, you kept your lips pressed together. Harvey let out a needy whimper and a simple ‘please’ left his lips. Sighing dreamily, you parted your lips and allowed Harvey’s tongue to delve into your mouth with such an eagerness you don’t think you had ever experienced. Your hands quickly began to unbuckle his trousers, feeling his straining erection pushing almost painfully against them. “Harvey,” you whispered softly against his lips, pulling his trousers and underwear down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. For someone so shy and anxious, you never expected him to be as large as he was, his cock was thick and veiny and heavily pressing against your exposed heat. 

“Y/N,” Harvey gasped. He felt the wetness of your cunt slick the side of his cock as he bucked his hips up against you desperately. “Can I put it in? Please.” How could you deny him when he begged so deliciously. You nodded your head and Harvey immediately jumped for joy, slicking the tip of his cock up your wet folds before slowly inching himself in. A gasp ripped from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, halting for a moment to allow you to adjust to his length. “Oh… You’re so tight.” 

“Harvey,” you whined out, bucking your hips up against his in a desperate attempt to get him to start moving. 

With clumsy thrusts, Harvey begins to move against you. His hands still rested next to your head, keeping himself upright as he moved against you slowly. Harvey was adamant he had never felt anything better than your pussy wrapped around his cock, adamant that there was no better feeling in the world that could compare. As his hips snapped against yours, Harvey’s lips met yours in a frantic kiss and a soft moan left him. “Yoba, Y/N,” he grunted against your lips. His moustache tickled your top lip, but it only seemingly added to the pleasure you were feeling. Moan after moan left your lips, as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him ever closer to you. “You’re so wet for me. It’s intoxicating.” 

“Mhm,” you nod your head, trying to keep as quiet as you could. After all, you were in the doctor's office. Harvey kissed down your lips, to your jaw until he reached the sweet spot on your neck. He immediately began sucking on the tender flesh of your throat as soft noises left your mouth. This only spurred him on more, and soon he was leaving big red hickey’s along your neck. The pleasure only intensified when Harvey angled your hips so he could reach deeper inside of you. You were right on the edge. “Harvey, I’m going to cum,” you moaned out softly as your hands made their way to your clit, rubbing harsh and quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Cum for me sweetheart,” Harvey moaned out as he felt the walls of your cunt contract around him, gripping his cock like a vice. Just as he had said those words, your orgasm rippled through you like a tidal wave. Your legs tightened around his waist before going slack, shaking with the pleasure you felt as Harvey continued to thrust against you haphazardly. As he felt you contract around him, Harvey knew that he would follow close behind, his breathing increased rapidly as his hips sped up of their own accord. “Where do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Inside, please, inside,” you begged pathetically, your body still shaking from your release. 

Harvey didn’t even think about the potential consequences. Instead, he took your begging as consent and immediately, his orgasm ripped through him from the sound of your begging, mixed with your tight heat wrapped around him. “Oh my,” Harvey groaned out as his entire body shook with ecstasy. His hips spluttered against yours as rope after rope shot from his cockhead and his head fell back, mouth open wide with pleasure. “I love you,” he whimpered as his hips thrusted against you a few more times before finally stilling. 

Your eyes were wide at his admission, but you couldn’t deny that your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. “I love you too,” you whispered back, causing Harvey to stiffen at your words. He couldn’t believe that the words had slipped past his lips, but then again, he couldn’t believe any of this had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Harvey spoke up as he propped himself up above you so he could look down at you. “You do?”

You nodded your head eagerly, a sweet smile playing on your lips. “Yes.”

Harvey felt his heart skip a few beats at your words and a blush covered his face when he realised he was softening inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, muttering against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You kissed back when there was a knock on Harvey’s office door followed by Maru’s voice. “Doctor Harvey, your next patient is here to see you.”

Harvey pulled his lips away from yours and groaned before calling back, “be right out!” Maru’s footsteps walked away from the door and Harvey finally pulled out of your sticky cunt with a low whine before whispering to you, “will I see you again?” 

You watched him quizzically as he pulled his trousers and underwear back up around his hips. “Why wouldn’t you?” You asked eventually after a few seconds of watching him. Harvey shrugged slightly and rubbed his moustache awkwardly. You grinned at him. “Come by my farm tonight after work, okay?” 

“What for?” Harvey asked, tilting his head as it was now his turn to watch you get your bottom-half dressed.

“Just… trust me, okay?” You said with a smile. Harvey nodded his head and returned your smile before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your scent with a contented sigh. 

“I’ll see you later then,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Now, I have to get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, Doctor,” you whispered, giving him a nod before turning on your heels to walk out of the door. 

You bid goodbye to Maru as you left the clinic and made your way back to the farm. Smiling to yourself, you tended to the farm and your animals, something that you were too anxious to do earlier. As you moved you felt Harvey’s spend trickle down your thigh, a constant reminder of what had happened at your appointment. Your heart skipped a few beats and you had to pinch yourself for the moment to feel real in your mind. You couldn’t wait for that evening, to see Harvey again in the comfort of your own home with no time limit. Maybe he’d even spend the night… Who knew what would happen, only time would tell. 

[dovesdreaming]

Beneath the surface

Summary: After nearly knocking her to the floor Alex finally takes notice of the new intern and becomes interested with her despite her quiet nature. (2.8k words)

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Seattle Grace was chaotic on a good day, and today was anything but good. The ER was packed, and Alex was already over it, feeling the familiar irritation building in his chest as he stalked through the hospital corridors. He had patients to deal with, charts piling up, and he was pretty sure someone had taken the last cup of coffee in the break room. As he turned the corner, he almost ran straight into someone a figure with a lab coat far too big for her frame, clutching a stack of files like her life depended on it. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with panic. “Watch it!” Alex snapped out of reflex, his mood getting the best of him. But then he actually looked at her.

She was new, he could tell. Probably an intern, though she barely looked like she belonged in a hospital at all. She had soft features and the most nervous expression he’d ever seen. Her hands fidgeted with the files, and she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. “I’m so sorry!” she managed to get out, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to-uh, I’m just-I’ll move-“ Alex raised an eyebrow, his annoyance fading into something else. He wasn’t used to seeing people this timid around here. Most of the interns were cocky, desperate to prove themselves. This one? She looked like she’d rather hide in a broom closet than face another minute of hospital chaos.

“What’s your name?” Alex asked, his tone less sharp than usual. “Y/N” she said quickly, blinking up at him. “I just started last week. I’m still figuring things out”. He could tell. She was still clutching the files like they were going to escape, and she wasn’t meeting his gaze for more than a second at a time. Alex was used to being intimidating, but something about her made him dial it back, just a little. “Yeah, well, you might want to figure out where you’re going before you run into people” he said, but the edge in his voice was gone. “What department are you in?” “I’m supposed to be in pediatrics today” she said, glancing down at the files as if they might hold the answer. “But I got lost, and-” “Peds?” Alex interrupted, suddenly interested. “That’s my department. Come on, I’ll show you where it is”.

“Her eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded quickly, scurrying after him as he led the way. Alex wasn’t sure why he’d offered to help, but something about her made him want to keep an eye on her. She looked too fragile, too sweet for a place like Seattle Grace. And for some reason, he didn’t want her to get chewed up by the hospital like so many others.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N kept popping up in Alex’s orbit. She was quiet, always doing her work with a shy determination, never drawing attention to herself. Most of the time, she was shadowing other attendings, but every now and then, Alex would catch her watching him, her eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help but notice the way she treated her patients, especially the kids. She was gentle, kind, always smiling softly as she spoke to them. It was the kind of bedside manner Alex knew he didn’t have, but it was also the kind that worked. The kids loved her, and even the parents seemed to relax when she was around.

One day, after a particularly long surgery, Alex found her in the break room, sitting in a corner with a cup of tea and a medical textbook. She looked up when he walked in, her eyes widening slightly as if she hadn’t expected anyone else to be there. “Hey” Alex said, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting across from her. He didn’t know why he sat down, but there was something calming about her presence. “How’s it going?” “Oh, um, good” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just, you know… studying”. “Yeah, I can see that”. Alex took a sip of his coffee, eyeing her over the rim of his cup. “You’ve been in peds a lot lately”. She nodded, her cheeks turning pink under his scrutiny. “I like working with the kids. They’re… easier to talk to, I guess”. Alex raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Easier than the attendings?” She let out a soft laugh, the sound like music to his ears. “Sometimes”. For the first time, she seemed to relax a little, her shoulders loosening as they sat in companionable silence. Alex was used to small talk, to people trying to impress him or challenge him, but Y/N didn’t seem to be interested in any of that. She was content to just sit there, sipping her tea and reading her book. It was..nice.

The more Alex saw of Y/N, the more he found himself drawn to her. There was something about the way she moved through the hospital, quietly competent but never cocky, that intrigued him. She was nothing like the people he usually gravitated toward, but maybe that was exactly why he couldn’t get her out of his head. One afternoon, after a particularly tough case involving a young girl with a chronic illness, Alex found Y/N sitting by the window in the peds ward. The sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a soft glow on her as she stared out at the city below. “Hey” Alex said, walking over and leaning against the wall beside her. “You alright?” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. “It’s just… hard sometimes, you know?” Alex knew exactly what she meant. Pediatrics could be brutal. You got attached to the kids, and sometimes, no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough.

“Yeah” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual. “It is”. They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the day pressing down on both of them. Alex wasn’t used to talking about this stuff, he usually kept his walls up, kept his emotions locked away. But something about Y/N made him feel like he didn’t have to. Like she wouldn’t judge him for having a bad day, for caring too much.

“I don’t know how you do it” Y/N said after a while, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re so strong. I feel like I’m always on the verge of falling apart”. Alex glanced at her, surprised by the raw honesty in her voice. “You’re stronger than you think” he said, his tone firm. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t”. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. For a moment, Alex thought she might cry, but instead, she smiled a soft, shy smile that made his heart skip a beat “Thanks” she whispered, and Alex felt something inside him shift.

It wasn’t long before everyone in the hospital started noticing the change in Alex. He was still his usual sarcastic, tough self, but there was a new softness to him, a gentleness that hadn’t been there before. And it didn’t take long for people to figure out why. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with the new intern” Meredith remarked one afternoon, her voice teasing as she leaned against the nurses’ station. “Something you want to share?” Alex shot her a look, but there was no heat behind it. “She’s just..different”. “Different, huh?” Meredith smirked. “Alex Karev has a crush on the sweet, shy intern. Who would’ve thought?”He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny it. Y/N was different, and the more time he spent with her, the more he realized just how much she meant to him. It wasn’t just that she was sweet, or shy, or that she had a way with the kids. It was the way she saw the world, quietly, thoughtfully, with a kindness that Alex had never really experienced before. She made him feel like he didn’t have to be the tough guy all the time, like it was okay to just be… himself.And that was something Alex hadn’t felt in a long time.

One evening, after a long shift, Alex found Y/N sitting outside the hospital, her face tilted up toward the fading sunlight. He sat down beside her, their shoulders brushing as they watched the sky change from orange to pink. “Long day?” he asked, his voice low. “Yeah” she replied softly. “But it’s getting better”. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the world fading away as the sun dipped below the horizon. For once, Alex didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words. Being with Y/N was enough. And as he sat there, feeling her warmth beside him, Alex realized something: he didn’t want to keep her at arm’s length anymore.

“Y/N” he said quietly, turning to look at her. “I like spending time with you”. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “You do?” Alex nodded, feeling a little unsteady, but he was never one to shy away from saying what he meant. “Yeah, I do. You’re… different from anyone I’ve met before. In a good way”.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed pink, and she glanced down, her fingers playing nervously with the hem of her scrub top. “I… I like spending time with you too” she admitted, her voice soft but sincere. “I didn’t think you’d even notice me, honestly”. Alex frowned, confused by her words. “Why wouldn’t I notice you?” She shrugged, still not looking up. “I’m not exactly… outgoing or confident. I just figured someone like you wouldn’t-well, wouldn’t be interested in someone like me”. Alex shifted closer, leaning in so that their knees were almost touching. “What do you mean, ‘someone like me’? You’re a great doctor, and you’re good with the kids. Who cares if you’re not loud or whatever?”

Y/N finally looked up, her eyes searching his. “It’s just… you’re so confident, Alex. You’re tough. I’m nothing like that”. Alex let out a small laugh, but there was no mockery in it, just a hint of disbelief. “You think I’m confident? Half the time, I’m just winging it, same as everyone else”. Her eyes softened, like she was seeing him in a new light. “But you don’t seem like it. You always look like you have everything under control”.

“Yeah, well, that’s just a mask” Alex said, his voice lowering as he leaned back against the bench. “I didn’t grow up with a lot of control, so I learned how to fake it. Doesn’t mean I don’t have my own doubts”. Y/N seemed to process that for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. “I didn’t know…” Alex shrugged, not wanting to get too deep into his past, but he didn’t mind sharing a little with her. “Everyone’s got stuff they don’t talk about. But you-” he paused, glancing at her with a small smile, “-you don’t need to pretend to be anything you’re not. You’re perfect just the way you are”.

Y/N smiled, shy but more sure of herself now. “I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before”. “Well, they should have” Alex said, his voice firm. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I like you, Y/N. And I mean like you. I just… wasn’t sure how to tell you”. Y/N blinked, and for a moment, Alex wondered if he’d gone too far, if he’d made her uncomfortable. But then her face lit up with a shy, beautiful smile, the kind that made something inside him soften. “I like you too, Alex” she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying enough weight to make his heart race. “I just didn’t think you’d feel the same”. Alex let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Well, now you know”. For a moment, they just sat there, looking at each other. There was something easy about it, something that made Alex feel like he didn’t have to put up his usual walls. He didn’t need to act tough or pretend he didn’t care. Y/N saw through all of that, and she liked him anyway. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to question it. “So” Y/N said after a while, her voice hesitant but hopeful, “what happens now?” Alex chuckled softly, his usual cockiness slipping back in, but this time it was gentler, more genuine. “Well, now that we’ve got the awkward confessions out of the way, I’m thinking we could, you know… see where this goes”. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’d like that”.

After that night, things shifted between them. It wasn’t sudden or dramatic, Alex wasn’t the kind of guy who’d show up with grand gestures or make big, romantic speeches. But he was there, in the little moments. He’d walk with her between rounds, steal moments in the break room, and sometimes, when they were alone, he’d brush a hand across her back in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. At first, it was subtle enough that no one seemed to notice, but it wasn’t long before people started talking. Meredith gave Alex a knowing look when she saw him lingering around Y/N a little longer than necessary, and even Cristina, who usually didn’t care about anyone’s personal life, raised an eyebrow when she saw them leaving the hospital together one evening.

“You two?” she’d said flatly, gesturing between them. Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah, so what?” Cristina shrugged, clearly uninterested. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d go for someone so… sweet”. Y/N blushed, and Alex glared at Cristina, but there was no real malice in it. “Yeah, well, not everyone’s a robot like you”. Cristina smirked and walked away without another word, but Alex could see the way Y/N’s cheeks were still flushed from embarrassment. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Ignore her. She doesn’t get it”. Y/N smiled up at him, her nervousness fading. “I think I’m starting to”.

As their relationship deepened, Alex found himself letting Y/N into parts of his life he usually kept locked away. He didn’t open up easily, but with her, it felt different. She didn’t push, didn’t demand more than he was willing to give. She just… understood. And somehow, that made it easier to be around her. They spent late nights together, either in the hospital or grabbing takeout when they both had time off. Alex would tease her when she got flustered, and she’d laugh in that quiet way of hers that made him want to hear it again and again. The thing that surprised Alex the most, though, was how much she challenged him. For all her shyness, Y/N wasn’t afraid to stand her ground when it came to her patients. He saw a fierceness in her when she thought someone wasn’t getting the care they deserved, and that fire was something Alex admired.

“You’re not as shy as people think you are” he told her one evening, as they sat on the couch in his apartment, her head resting on his shoulder. She smiled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his hand. “I guess I’m not. You make me feel..more confident”. Alex smirked, squeezing her hand. “Good. Because you’re pretty damn amazing when you show it”. Y/N blushed, and Alex leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Eventually, word got out about them. It was bound to happen in a hospital like Seattle Grace. But to Alex’s surprise, he didn’t care. He usually hated being the center of gossip, but when it came to Y/N, he wasn’t interested in hiding. One afternoon, they were walking out of the hospital together, and Alex could feel the eyes of a few nurses on them. He glanced down at Y/N, noticing the way she fidgeted slightly under the scrutiny. “You okay?” he asked, slowing his pace. Y/N nodded, though her expression was still shy. “Yeah, it’s just… people are staring”. Alex stopped walking, turning to face her. “Let them. I don’t care what they think. I’m with you”. Her eyes widened slightly at his words, but then she smiled a bright, genuine smile that made Alex’s heart skip a beat. “I’m with you too”. And that was all that mattered.

As the weeks turned into months, Alex found himself falling deeper for Y/N. She wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with before, and that scared him a little. But it also made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time, hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, he could have something good. Something real. And as they stood there, hand in hand outside Seattle Grace, Alex realized that for once, he wasn’t afraid of letting someone in. Because with Y/N, it didn’t feel like a risk. It felt like coming home.

[alexwritess]

just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 3

Summary: Reader meets the team.

Tw: mentions of sickness, teasing

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Thanks for all the support this series has been getting :) If anyone has any suggestions for things that could happen in this series lemme know and I’ll see what I think. No smut though I don’t write that here.

The next day you woke to knocking on the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed you quietly called for whoever it was to enter.

A moment later Wanda poked her head through the door. Seeing you awake or at least semi-awake she slipped through the small space she had created.

“Good morning.” She smiled coming to sit beside you on the bed. “Did you sleep well?” She asked pressed her hand to your forehead.

“Mmm.” You hummed still half asleep.

“You don’t feel warm anymore.” She smiled at this achievement as if she was proud of you. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving her hands to rest in her lap again.

“Tired, but that’s probably because I just woke up.” You smiled.

“Nat sent me to wake you up. She wanted to know if your well enough to meet the others today.” Wanda explained looking slightly guilty.

“I mean, I’m game if you are. Where’s Nat?” You asked coving a yawn.

“Nat’s training with steve. And not so fast, I want to know more about how you're feeling. No more headache? Cough? Wheezing? Give me something.” She grinned.

“My headaches gone, no more cough, maybe a slight wheeze I’m not too sure.” You begun and Wanda’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of your wheezing. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure my fever is gone, and I feel pretty good all things aside.” You finished.

“That’s good. Maybe keep your inhaler on you today just in case. And after the meeting I’ll see if I can get Bruce to give us a few spares, just in case.” Wanda said softly.

“You really don’t have to.” You said shyly toying with a loose thread on the sheets.

“Its no problem. I would make me feel better. Breathing is important.” Wanda teased easing your concerns.

“So, when’s the meeting?” You asked.

“Well, I think Nat wanted to do it as soon as possible. Like straight after training and then I’m going to make you some pancakes for brunch.” Wanda said poking your side. “But for now, hop up, get dressed and I’ll be back soon to show you where the meeting room is.” Wanda said, standing up and heading for the door.

Once wanda had left, probably to go and find Nat to call the meeting, you crawled out of bed. Rifling through your backpack you changed out your sleepshirt and shorts for a pair of black track pants and a pale-yellow t-shirt. Throwing on some goofy socks and lacing up your black converse high tops you braided your hair sat in front of the mirror and threw on some deodorant.

Once you were ready and had been to the bathroom to wash your face and go through your morning routine, you sat at peters desk.

Picking up your backpack you went through it until finding what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black sketchbook you opened it to a fresh page and began mindlessly doodling things you could see around peters room and the cityscape beyond the open curtains.

Just as you were getting into the details of the New York skyline you heard a knock on the door.

Lowering your pencil, you sat a little straighter.

“Come in.” You called your voice sounding better than it had in days. And surprisingly good for someone who had spent hours coughing and wheezing for days on end.

Wanda opened the door and smiled seeing you up and about for the first time.

“You look much better.” She commented coming to stand by your shoulder. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She smiled looking at your drawings.

“Oh, um … thanks.” You smiled still a little awkward when it came to compliments. “So, what’s the news?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” Wanda said looking up from where she had been inspecting your sketchbook. “Nat called Fury. He’s kinda the boss. He’s given the go ahead if steve and tony sign off on it. Nat then called a meeting and I’m going to bring you to the room where you're going to meet the team.” She explained.

“I have two questions.” You said.

“Shoot.” Wanda said pulling you up and gesturing to follow her out the door.

“One, is peter going to be at this meeting?” You asked as Wanda lead you down some seemingly endless corridors.

“Yes.” Wanda nodded, pressing the button to call the lift.

“And two, this Fury guy said yes? Just like that?” You asked sounding slightly confused.

“Yes and no.” Wanda begun, stepping onto the lift with you beside her. “Nat asked Jarvis, Tony’s AI assistant to pull up all CCTV footage of spider-man and separate footage based on bio-signatures. So, she could differentiate between when it was peter and when it was you in the suit. She sent Fury the files and after he reviewed them, he approved you a place on the team. If you want it and the others agree.” Wanda explained.

“Okay.” You said slowly. “Seems like a good plan.” You smiled.

And the lift dinged softly as it slowed to a stop.

“This is us.” Wanda said and you followed her out of the open doors. Walking beside her down a hallway she stopped in front of a door and paused to look at you. “You ready?” She asked, her hand on the door handle.

“Yep.” You nodded swollowing down your nerves. “Ready as I’ll even be.”

“You’ll be great. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.” Wanda said and pushed the door open.

Nat was stood at the head of the table, a screen behind her queued up with spider-man videos. She smiled at you and wanda as the rest of the people turned to face you.

Seeing the people you had only ever seen on Tv in real life was a little overwhelming at first but wanda squeezed your hand and lead you into the room to stand at the front with her and Nat.

Peter smiled at you from where he was sat beside Tony. Looking proud of you just for standing in front of the avengers.

You stood there silent for a second simply making eye contact with your shoes before Natasha spoke up.

“This is Y/n.” Nat begun, and you gave a small half wave with an awkward smile. Tony was staring you down with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was analysing your face mentally. Most likely already having connected you to Peter.

“Hi I’m Y/n Parker.” You said lifting your eyes to meet a few smiling faces around the room a fair few of them sporting shocked looks.

“Parker?” Tony echoed sounding smaller than you had ever heard from his times on Tv.

“Y/n Parker is Peters sister.” Wanda explained.

“Kid?” Tony looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me there were two of you?” He asked looking sad.

Peter looked slightly sick at the open disappointment his mentor was showing right now and so you stepped in before peter had a panic attack.

“Mr Stark, Sir, it was my decision to keep myself out of the spotlight. And to do that I needed to maintain a low profile. Which is harder to do when the avengers know of your existence. No offence.” You explained. And the team exchanged a few glances as they noted how you had come to Peter’s aid almost immediately.

“That’s alright, I’m sure Pete will open up now you’re here.” Tony said with a grin as he ruffled Peters hair, “Won’t-cha kiddo?” He asked with his usual charismatic charm and Peter gave a small nod and smile while he ducked his head not liking the attention.

“So, anyone have anymore questions?” You asked drawing the attention off of Peter once more much to your brothers' relief.

Looking away from the small smile he sent you as thanks you laughed, seeing every hand in the room up with a question for you, bar Nat, Peter and Wanda of course.

You looked to your left and nodded to Steve.

“Hi, nice to meet you kid.” Steve said. “I have a question though, if Peter’s identity is secret, why did you need to stay away from us?” He asked looking confused, and his statement drew a few nods around the room.

“If Tony scares you honey, I can assure you that the man would forget his own shoes without me.” Someone you recognised as Pepper Potts said with a smile causing Tony to grumble to himself. How Nat had managed to wrangle the CEO of Stark industries into this meeting you didn’t know.

Little did you know that all it took was ‘There’s something you should know, it has to do with Peter’ and she was on her way.

“Actually,” Wanda said drawing the gaze of the room to her, “This should explain it. Jarvis play the video.” She said and the lights dimmed as the Tv showed a compilation of some of your best moves in the spider-suit.

When the video ended the lights retuned to their normal brightness and everyone still looked confused.

“How exactly does a compilation of Peter doing tricks explain that?” Bruce asked.

“Um…” You said looking slightly nervous. “That was me.” You said in a small voice and the room was silent for a second.

“Sick moves kid. Peter your sister’s awesome.” Sam said and a few people laughed at his perfect comedic timing.

“Prove it.” Tony said and you paled slightly.

“Tony.” Pepper said placing her hand on his arm and shooting him a look.

“No, its ok pepper.” Nat said. “Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling. “Was that peter in the suit for those videos?” She asked.

“The height and weight as well as body stature and proportions do not match Master Parker.” Jarvis said.

“Ok,” Nat continued, “Who do those body descriptors match in this room?” She asked.

“The person in the suit does match the body of Miss Parker.” Jarvis said and Tony frowned.

“Do the sticky thing.” Bucky called drawing a few smiles. You rolled your eyes and put a hand up, splaying your fingers before jumping in the air and touching the ceiling where you stayed stuck.

“Crawl around.” Sam said and you glared at his heckling.

“No.” You said and you saw Peter doing his puppy eyes at you. “Fine.” You sighed.

Jumping up you did a flip and stuck your legs out, now standing on the ceiling upside down and making eye contact with Sam before looking to Bucky.

“Better?” You asked sarcastically.

“Much.” Sam grinned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Ok. Get down Y/n.” Nat said sounding part annoyed part amused at the display.

“Yes ma’am.” You said before detaching from the roof and doing a flip to landing back where you were before.

“Show off.” Peter murmured under his breath and you huffed a small laugh as his ears went red, not having expected you to hear him. Dumb super-hearing.

“Well, now we’re done with the party tricks. What are we thinking?” You asked brushing off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“Well…” Tony said. “I think its time you got your own suit.” He grinned and you smiled back. “What colours do you want kiddo?” He asked.

“Um… maybe something like purple, white and red?” You said and he nodded already sketching down ideas on a pad of paper pepper had brought with her from a meeting.

“You’re also getting an AI.” Tony added and you looked a peter who simply smiled proudly of you.

“Well, if that’s everything Y/n’s also gonna need a room.” Wanda said and Tony nodded.

“There’s a spare room on Natasha and Wanda’s floor if you want to move in with the girls. Do I need to send some movers to grab your things?” Tony asked and you looked at your shoes and shook your head.

“Not much to move.” You mumbled.

“Y/n’s apartment was taken out in the last battle. She’s been hiding out in Peter’s room for now. That’s how we met actually.” Natasha said shooting you a reassuring smile.

“Well, it sounds like I’m going to be funding yet another shopping trip.” Tony sighed and Wanda grinned at you mischievously.

“We’ll make it a girl's day.” Wanda said shooting a look at pepper.

“I’d love to.” Pepper agreed and Nat clapped her hands together.

“Alright then.” The assassin said. “I should probably tell Fury we have another spider on the team.” Nat grinned and you smiled at her.

“Great, now we have three spiders.” Tony said rolling his eyes and ducking as Pepper aimed a pretty good swing to the back of his head.

“Knock it off Tony, don’t act like you're not secretly overjoyed to have another Parker around.” Pepper said.

“Just wondering,” Bruce said looking mildly nervous as the room turned to look at him.

“Yes?” You prompted him to continue.

“Are you…” He begun before pausing, “I guess theres no real nice way to put it.” Bruce said and Tony jumped in.

“I think Brucie-bear wants to know if you come with the Parker Brain Package.” Tony said and Pepper glared at him.

“Tony.” She warned, glaring at him while you cleared your throat.

“If you’re asking about how smart I am, let’s just say I designed the original prototype for the web-shooters and chemical makeup of the fluid.” You said and Tony nodded seemingly satisfied with that small tidbit of information for now.

“Well, if nobody had anything else to say, Wanda and I are going to take Y/n for a tour of the compound.” Nat said before turning to look at Clint. “And you, have to make dinner. You lost our bet.” Nat said and then dragged you and Wanda out of the room by your sleeves.

After a very long and very comprehensive tour by Natasha and Wanda, you were shown back to the communal kitchen where most of the team ate together when they weren’t on missions.

You walked into the dining room attached to the kitchen to be hit with the smell of burnt food pungent in the air.

You looked at Nat confused, and she grinned as she heard cursing coming from the kitchen. Wanda looked like she was itching to go help but sad she pulled away Nat grabbed her sleeve at the very last second to hold her back.

“Can someone explain whats going on for me?” You asked.

“Well, Clint and Natasha can’t cook if their lives depended on it.” Wanda begun, only to shush Nat when she went to speak up. “So naturally they made a bet, loser had to cook the team dinner, naturally Clint lost so Nat is enjoying his public humiliation. And I normally cook if we aren’t getting takeout so it's causing me pain to hear whats going on in there.”

“Oh, calm down. Clints not blowing anything up.” Nat said rolling her eyes as Wanda shot her a look. “Ok that was one time.” Nat amended.

Not twenty minutes later you were sat at a table with the avengers with a plate of very burnt stake and watery mash potatoes.

“What is it?” Tony asked poking his steak.

Clint grinned. “A masterpiece.” He said.

“More like a mistake.” Nat muttered judging her steak while poking it with her knife as if she was expecting it to start moving of its own accord.

“I say we have newbie try it.” Tony posed and you rolled your eyes.

Cutting off a piece of the very tough steak with your knife you raised it to your lips and put it in your mouth.

It was tough and kind of disgusting. But you smiled anyway.

Finding the meat tougher than you had been expecting, you made the switch as you called you fangs up. Your canines sharpened as you chewed managing to decimate the meat. Swallowing you looked at Clint.

“Not the worst thing I’ve every eaten.” You said with a smirk and Tony who had been watching you closely squeaked.

“Jeez kid you didn’t tell me your sister was a vampire.” Tony said turning to Peter.

By this point most of they eyes were on you, so you hid your teeth and retracted the fangs out of embarrassment.

“She’s not. It’s a spider thing she got.” Peter said coming yo your defence.

“Either way her new name is fangs.” Tony said with a grin.

This time you glared at him.

“For the record i think they’re awesome.” Wanda said sensing your embarrassment.

“Seconded.” Nat said her spy training honing in on your body language to see you were insecure about it.

“I gotta admit it’s a cool trick doll.” Bucky said.

“Pretty neat.” Steve agreed with a smile.

“Badass.” Sam nodded flicking a still frozen pea at Bucky. “Alright, now that y/n probably has food poisoning, who wants pizza?” Nat asked with a grin. Cheers came from all sides of the table as Clint slumped dejectedly in his seat.

PART 4

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get it in writing

pairing: csc x f!reader | wc: 2.8k au: rival ceos, suggestive | warnings: suggestive content a/n: part 2 of the contractual obligations universe

The merger was official. Your boards of directors had finally completed their long, meticulous work, and now, after years of bitter rivalry, you and Seungcheol were co-CEOs.

On paper, it made sense—two titans of industry combining forces to lead a company that was bound to dominate. But in practice? Well, it was chaos.

The board meetings had turned into an all-out war. You and Seungcheol’s every word was a battle for control. Every gesture felt like a challenge. During the last meeting, the tension had been so thick, you almost could’ve cut it with a knife.

"Do we really need another unnecessary project proposal?" Seungcheol had quipped, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as his eyes narrowed, scanning the presentation slides. His posture was rigid, like a soldier on guard, prepared for an attack.

You shot back without missing a beat. "Maybe you didn’t understand the numbers, Seungcheol. I thought you were good with projections." You leaned forward, lips pressed tight, eyes meeting his in a quiet challenge.

His eyebrow quirked, a smirk playing on his lips. "You might want to double-check that chart, because I’m pretty sure the only thing bloated here is your ego."

The air had crackled with tension, each of you fighting to establish dominance in the room. The board members had sat in silence, glancing between you both, waiting for someone to break the standoff. But neither of you would.

Later in the meeting, it escalated. He disagreed with your strategy for employee engagement, you questioned his unrealistic timelines, and soon enough, the words were flowing faster than your ability to keep them in check. You threw barbed jabs wrapped in business jargon; he countered with ruthless precision, both of you speaking over each other, unwilling to yield.

But the moment the meeting ended, when the board members filed out, the tension didn’t dissolve. It lingered in the air, thick and taut, crackling between you like a live wire.

You were organizing your papers, your hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline of the argument. You barely registered the sound of his footsteps until you felt him close behind you—too close. The heat of his body pressed against your back before you could turn. One firm hand gripped your waist, the other landed on the door behind you with a loud thud, trapping you in place.

Your heart hammered in your chest, pulse quickening at the sudden proximity, your breath hitching in your throat as Seungcheol’s body curled around yours. His hand slid across the curve of your hip, his fingers warm and insistent. The sharp contrast of his heat against the coolness of the room made your skin prickle, every inch of you acutely aware of him.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours—crushing, demanding. The kiss was not gentle, not tender—it was all fire, all desire, and you were pulled under it. You didn’t think. You didn’t try to resist. Your hands slid up to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the taut muscle beneath. His tongue swept into your mouth, deep and fast, and you answered him with equal hunger, a need you didn’t know was there until he ignited it.

His hands moved with purpose—one gripping your neck, tilting your head, the other slipping beneath your blazer, fingers tracing the exposed skin of your waist. The touch was hot, searing, and your body responded before your mind could catch up. You pressed into him, feeling the solid planes of his chest against yours, his breath hot against your skin. His lips were everywhere—on your neck, your jaw, trailing down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat that made your legs tremble.

But the fog of desire didn’t last long. Your mind, always the more practical part of you, kicked in. You broke away, your chest heaving, a sharp gasp breaking through your lips. The cold air of the room hit your flushed skin, making you shiver as you stepped back, trying to regain some control.

"We can’t do this," you said, your voice shaking with more than just the physical aftershocks of his kiss. It was unsteady, but there was no mistaking the seriousness of the words.

Seungcheol didn’t let you go. He was still pressed close, his breath warm against the side of your face, his fingers grazing the soft curve of your waist. "Why not?" His voice was low, rough, like the words themselves were reluctant to leave him. "You want it just as much as I do."

You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself, but your pulse refused to slow. "We’re co-CEOs now. Our careers are on the line. This could… this could ruin everything."

Seungcheol pulled back slightly, but his eyes were intense, focused on you as though he could see through your layers, through the calm exterior you so carefully cultivated. He searched your face for something—approval? Agreement? But all he found was uncertainty. And that made the smirk on his lips twist into something darker, something more dangerous. "Then what do we do?"

You took a steadying breath, your mind racing for something that would make sense. "We need a contract," you said, voice steady but still low, almost a whisper, as though even saying the words aloud would make them more real. "A written agreement. A non-compete clause."

Seungcheol’s eyes darkened, his brow furrowing slightly. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or amused. You didn’t wait for a response, your heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, the sound echoing through the hallway like a countdown. Seungcheol, a step behind, matched your pace with ease, but there was an edge to his movements now—his hands, almost unconsciously, straightened his tie as if the action itself was meant to reign in something darker, a reminder to himself that he couldn’t act on the fire he was feeling, not just yet.

The door to your office clicked shut behind you, and instantly, you could feel his presence close in, like a wave breaking over you. The space between you and Seungcheol shrank, and his body hovered just behind you, his heat spilling over your skin like a heavy blanket. His hands came down on the desk, warm and firm, just inches from where you stood. Every shift in his stance seemed to draw you further into his orbit.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a dangerous edge to it that didn’t quite reach your ears—it lingered in the tension vibrating between you two. “This whole... contract thing? Because I think we both know what happens when we mix business with pleasure.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were already at your neck, soft, warm, the faintest graze of them sending a shiver spiraling down your spine. Your pulse leapt in response, and though your mind screamed for control, your body reacted before you could even think—leaning into him for a brief, electric moment.

Seungcheol’s hand, warm and steady, cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing over your skin before pulling your face gently toward his. When his lips met yours, it wasn’t frantic or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring the sensation of your mouth against his, the taste of you, something that was both familiar and unbearably new. His lips were firm, but there was a softness there, a restraint you hadn’t expected.

You pulled back with a breath that felt like it came from someone else, your hand instinctively finding its place against his chest, pushing lightly, almost apologetically. “No,” you murmured, though it came out softer than you intended, like a plea. “We can’t… not here. Not again.”

But Seungcheol didn’t back off. No, instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear with a teasing whisper that sent a wave of heat crashing through you. “No? You sure?” His hands, confident and unhurried, slid around your waist, pulling you against him, pressing his chest solidly against your back. His warmth seeped through the fabric of your blazer, your own breath hitching at the closeness.

You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady against your ribs, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his scent overwhelming—earthy, intoxicating. You swore you could feel every inch of him, his presence, the weight of it, pulling you into a gravity you knew you couldn’t escape from.

“I’m serious,” you said, though it came out a little less certain than you wanted. Your heart was racing, thumping loudly in your chest as you tried to maintain the semblance of control. “We can’t let this become a distraction. We have a company to run.”

Seungcheol’s laugh was dark, low, and it reverberated through you, settling in the pit of your stomach. His lips traced a lazy line down your jaw, and you shivered despite yourself, your body betraying you in ways your mind couldn’t quite explain. “You say that,” he murmured against your skin, his fingers now teasing the curve of your side as they slipped under your blazer, “but I think you’re already distracted.” His hand was warm, intimate against the bare skin beneath your clothing, and you couldn’t hold back the involuntary shiver that ran through you.

You swallowed, your throat tight as you tried to focus on anything other than the heat of his touch, the weight of his body pressing so close to yours. “The contract,” you managed to say, your words coming out shaky, “We’ll make it official. Everything spelled out. No room for misunderstandings.”

Seungcheol pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and focused, lips still brushing against yours, as if his lips couldn’t quite leave you, not yet. He tilted his head, lips curling into that trademark smirk, the one that made your stomach do flips. “So… a business agreement, huh?” He leaned in just a fraction more, his breath warm against your lips. “I think that’ll be fun.”

You stepped back, your heels clicking on the floor in a sound that felt far too loud in the moment, breaking the physical connection, but the tension in the room lingered, thick and palpable. “First things first,” you said, trying to steady your racing heart, reaching for a pen on your desk. “We make sure there are boundaries. And those boundaries are… non-negotiable.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, his hands coming to rest on the desk as he leaned in, closing the distance between you once again. “Oh?” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear with that almost unbearable intimacy. “No ‘negotiating’ in the office either?”

Your breath hitched as his body pressed closer, the heat of him once again radiating through you. You could feel the muscles in his chest against your back, the undeniable firmness of him, and you tried to steady yourself, to hold on to your resolve. “None,” you managed, your voice trembling at the edges, but you refused to let go of the control you still had. "At least not until after hours."

Seungcheol chuckled softly, the sound vibrating low in his chest as he moved closer, his hands sliding slowly up your back. His body was impossibly close now, his warmth surrounding you like a heady cloud. You could feel the faint brush of his fingertips against the delicate fabric of your blouse, the light pressure of his touch sending a pulse of heat through you. "Well, well," he murmured, his lips grazing the side of your neck, the proximity making it almost impossible to think straight. "Looks like we’re going to need a lot more... amendments to this contract."

A shiver crawled up your spine at the sensation of his lips so near, and you bit your lip to steady yourself. The heat between you was undeniable, and you felt the flush creeping up your neck. Trying to regain some semblance of control, you quickly pulled a pen from your desk and scribbled the first terms of the agreement, your hand steady despite the pounding of your heart. "Let’s just get this in writing first," you said, your voice betraying a slight edge.

But Seungcheol wasn’t ready to let go just yet. His hands slid down your sides, sending an electric jolt of desire through you. Before you could protest, his lips found yours once more, this kiss not soft and teasing but urgent, demanding, like he couldn’t wait another second. It felt like an anchor in the storm of your emotions. The contract could wait—at least for a moment, at least until you could catch your breath.

When he finally pulled away, you exhaled a shaky breath, your heart racing in your chest. You struggled to ground yourself, trying to cling to the last remnants of professionalism. "No... shenanigans in the office," you said, voice tight with the effort it took to focus.

Seungcheol’s eyes gleamed with mischief, the teasing smirk never leaving his lips. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against your back, his heat radiating through your clothes. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his breath ghosted across your ear. "None?" he breathed, the word sending a shiver of anticipation skittering down your spine. His hands slid down your waist, slow and deliberate, until his fingers brushed the curve of your hips.

You bit your lip to keep the tremor from your voice. "None," you repeated firmly, though it came out more like a breath than a command.

But Seungcheol didn’t let it slide. He leaned in closer, lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. The warmth of his breath made you feel as though the air itself was thickening. His body pressed harder against yours, the sharp edges of his chest and the heat of his body sending a surge of awareness through you. "Okay. Maybe some... shenanigans," he whispered, his voice low and coaxing, teasing at your resolve. "In the office?"

You exhaled a shaky breath, your pulse quickening as your grip on the desk tightened, but before you could respond, his lips were on yours again. The kiss was deep, but controlled—gentle yet demanding, like he wasn’t going to let you back out of this. When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, the air heavy with unspoken promises. Your heart raced, and you fought to maintain the cold, professional façade you’d been clinging to.

"Deal," you said, your voice tight with the effort to sound confident, your gaze meeting his with a determination that only barely masked the wild rush of emotions beneath. "But if we’re going to do this, we need a few more terms."

Seungcheol stepped back slightly, his smirk never wavering. "Such as?"

You moved toward the desk, taking a slow breath to steady yourself. The air between you still crackled with tension as you grabbed a pen and some paper. You felt your fingers shaking as you began writing, the terms coming to you in a daze. "No public displays of affection," you started, your voice clear despite the rapid beat of your heart. "No kissing in meetings. No making the staff uncomfortable."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. His arms crossed over his chest, and you couldn’t help but notice how the movement made his shirt stretch, outlining the strength beneath. "So no kissing in meetings, but outside of them, I can have my way with you?"

You met his gaze, locking eyes, trying to keep your composure, but the heat of the moment was making it harder to breathe. "That’s the general idea," you said, the words tasting foreign on your tongue as the weight of your own restraint was starting to slip.

He stepped forward again, his body crowding yours, his fingers lightly brushing over your shoulders, the touch sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin. He leaned in close, so close you could feel his breath on your ear, his lips brushing against the delicate curve. "What else?" he asked, his voice low and hushed, sending a thrill straight to your core.

You swallowed, your mind struggling to focus as his proximity made everything else feel distant. "Nothing that could jeopardize the company’s image. No—" you hesitated, feeling the weight of your own words. "—no long-term relationships that could be used against us."

Seungcheol chuckled, the sound low and rich, like the rumble of thunder before a storm. It was both familiar and maddening. "So we’re allowed to have short-term... affairs, then?" he teased, his lips brushing against your neck once more, his hands slipping around to the front of your shirt, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through you.

You shot him a look, but couldn’t help the small, nervous laugh that escaped you. "Keep it professional. And we’ll make it work."

His lips lingered on your neck, his hand brushing your hair away from your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the teasing words. "I think I can handle that," he murmured, his voice a whisper against your skin. "I’m good at following contracts... as long as there’s something good at the end of it."

[domm1etae]

My Good Boy

f!reader x yunho

oneshot | mdni

2.8k

Yunho is always eager to please his noona, Y/N

nsfw tags under

f/m, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, subby yunho, dominant reader, pet names, slight begging, little age gap, oral sex, handjob, mommy kink, needy, and moooore...

Yunho stepped out of his architecture class, checking his phone for any messages from his girlfriend, Y/N. Even though they’d been dating for nearly a year, he still felt his heart race every time he thought about her. Y/N wasn’t like anyone he had ever met—she was older, bold, and carried herself with a quiet confidence that Yunho admired. She was in her final year of her literature program, and while they were both busy with their studies, they always made time for each other.

Today, Y/N had texted him that she’d be working on her thesis at her favorite coffee shop, the one tucked away in a quieter part of town. It had become their little spot—a cozy, vintage café with bookshelves lining the walls and the soft sound of jazz playing in the background. He smiled, already excited to see her.

When he arrived, he spotted Y/N in her usual corner, sitting by the window. The light streaming through the large glass panes made her look like she was glowing, and Yunho’s breath caught for a moment. Her signature style was as striking as ever—dyed purple hair falling in soft waves around her face, a loose, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and a few silver rings on her fingers as she scribbled in a notebook.

Yunho quietly approached, setting a coffee down in front of her. "Hey, beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Y/N looked up, her face breaking into a bright smile when she saw him. “Hey, babe. You just saved my day—I’ve been staring at these pages for hours, and I’m losing my mind.”

Yunho chuckled as he sat down across from her. "I figured you could use a break. How’s the thesis going?"

Y/N groaned dramatically. “It’s coming along, but I’m starting to feel like I’ll never be done. I’m rewriting this one chapter for the third time, and it’s still not right.”

Yunho admired her dedication, even if he worried that she pushed herself too hard sometimes. “You’re going to nail it, noona. You always do,” he reassured her, gently squeezing her hand across the table.

She gave him a small smile, appreciating his words, but Yunho could see the exhaustion in her eyes. “Why don’t we get out of here for a bit?” he suggested. “There’s this new art gallery downtown I’ve been wanting to check out. What do you say? Let’s take a break, just the two of us.”

Y/N tilted her head, thinking it over before she grinned. “Alright, deal. But you have to promise to help me with my project afterward.”

Yunho laughed. “Anything for you.”

After quickly packing up her things, they stepped out into the crisp fall air, hand in hand as they walked down the cobblestone streets of the old part of the city. Yunho loved these moments—walking side by side, talking about anything and everything, with no one around to interrupt. Y/N had such a relaxed vibe when they were together, and she brought out a more carefree side of him.

“So, how’s architecture treating you?” Y/N asked as they strolled.

“It’s… a lot,” Yunho admitted with a chuckle. “I’ve been working on this huge project, and I don’t think I’ve slept properly in a week.”

Y/N smiled sympathetically. “Sounds like we’re both in the same boat, huh?”

They made their way to the gallery, a small, intimate space with local artists' work on display. Inside, Yunho took Y/N’s hand and led her through the various exhibits. She was always so thoughtful when it came to art—commenting on little details that Yunho hadn’t even noticed. Her passion for creativity was one of the things that drew him to her in the first place.

At one point, while they were standing in front of a large abstract piece, Yunho turned to her, watching the way her eyes studied the painting. “You know,” he said softly, “sometimes I think you’re the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N’s face flushed at his words, and she rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re so cheesy, Yunho.”

“I’m serious,” he murmured, stepping closer to her. “You’re like no one else, Y/N. I’m really lucky.”

Y/N’s teasing expression softened, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “I’m the lucky one,” she whispered before leaning in to kiss him softly.

Yunho felt his heart soar as their lips met, the world around them fading away. There was something magical about moments like these—just the two of them, no deadlines or stress to worry about. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N rested her forehead against his.

“I think I needed that more than I realized,” she said with a small laugh.

Yunho smiled, his hand gently tracing the curve of her jaw. “Then I’m glad I dragged you out of that café.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the gallery, completely lost in their own little world. By the time they left, it was already getting dark, and they walked back toward Y/N’s apartment together. The streetlights illuminated their path, casting a warm glow as they walked in comfortable silence.

When they reached her door, Y/N turned to Yunho with a mischievous grin. “You’re staying over, right?”

Yunho’s cheeks turned pink at the suggestion, but he nodded. “If you want me to.”

“Of course I do,” she said, opening the door and pulling him inside.

Once they were in the privacy of her apartment, Y/N dropped her bag on the couch and turned to him with a playful glint in her eyes. “Now, about that project help you promised…”

Yunho chuckled, his hands sliding around her waist. “I didn’t forget.”

She smirked, leaning in to whisper against his ear. “Good. Because I’ve got a few ideas.”

Yunho’s heart raced as she led him toward her bedroom, her boldness always leaving him breathless. Even though he tried to act cool around her, Y/N’s confidence and forwardness never failed to make him feel shy and flustered, which only seemed to amuse her more.

Once they were inside, Y/N gently pushed Yunho onto the bed, straddling his lap as she leaned down to kiss him again. Her hands roamed over his chest, sending sparks of heat through his body.

“Noona…” Yunho whispered breathlessly, his hands gripping her hips.

“Shh,” she murmured against his lips. “Just relax, babe. Let me take care of you.”

Yunho's breath hitched, eyes wide with anticipation as she slid her hands up his chest. A teasing smile played on Y/N’s lips, her gaze darkening with intent as she leaned back slightly, giving him just enough space to breathe before she whispered, “Stand up. Pants off. Let noona show you how much of a good boy you've been.”

Yunho’s heart pounded in his chest, and he didn’t hesitate for a second. He quickly stood, his hands trembling as he fumbled to unbutton his jeans. Once his pants and boxers slid down to the floor, he kicked them away, his hard length standing at full attention. His cheeks flushed, feeling both exposed and utterly captivated by the way Y/N’s eyes roamed his body.

She let out a breathless laugh, the sight of him so eager making her insides tingle with excitement. “Good boy,” she cooed, leaning forward and running her hand along his thigh before lightly tracing her fingers over his cock. Yunho gasped, biting his lip to stop a moan from escaping, but Y/N didn’t let him hold back for long. Her other hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as she pulled him down into a rough, messy kiss.

Yunho whined into the kiss, his lips moving desperately against hers. His hands fisted the sheets beside them, but Y/N didn’t stop, not even for a moment. “N-noona,” he whimpered, his voice shaky. “I-I can’t hold it. It’s too much…”

Y/N pulled back just enough to meet his teary eyes, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You don’t have to hold back, baby. Just let go for noona.”

His eyes fluttered closed, her soft voice melting him into submission. She pumped him harder, her thumb teasing over the sensitive head as Yunho gasped and whimpered. “You’ve been such a good boy,” she praised, “and good boys get rewarded, don’t they?”

Yunho nodded frantically, his body trembling with need. "Y-Yes, noona… please—please let me cum… I’m so close…”

“Then cum for me, Yunho,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck as she stroked him faster, her grip firm and unrelenting. “Make a mess for noona.”

It didn’t take long for Yunho to unravel. His body tensed, his breathing quickened, and with a low moan, he spilled over her hand, his hips jerking forward as he came, the intense pleasure leaving him shaking. Y/N watched him intently, her own arousal building as she guided him through his release, her strokes slowing but not stopping until she knew he had nothing left to give.

Once he was spent, Yunho collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Y/N smiled down at him, wiping her hand on a nearby towel before leaning over to kiss his forehead. "You did so well, babe," she murmured, her fingers brushing through his hair softly. "So perfect for me."

Yunho blushed at her words, still coming down from the high, his body limp and satisfied. "Th-thank you, noona," he mumbled, voice hoarse from the intensity of it all.

But Y/N wasn’t quite finished yet. Her hand moved down between her own legs, teasing herself as she whispered in his ear, "Now it's my turn, puppy. Show me how well you can use that mouth of yours."

Yunho's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded eagerly, his body still buzzing with the desire to please her. He shifted, positioning himself between her legs, ready to give her the same pleasure she had just given him.

Yunho lowered himself between Y/N's legs, his heart racing as he settled into the new position. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, making his mouth water with anticipation. He glanced up at her, a hint of nervousness in his wide eyes, but her encouraging smile was all the reassurance he needed.

“Good boy,” she murmured softly, her fingers running through his hair in gentle strokes. “Now, show me how much you want to make me feel good.”

Yunho leaned in slowly, pressing soft kisses along the inside of her thigh, making her gasp as he got closer. His tongue darted out to trace a line up her folds, tasting her for the first time. Y/N let out a low moan, her hips arching slightly off the bed as her fingers tightened in his hair. That simple reaction spurred him on, the praise from earlier still echoing in his mind as he worked to please her.

“Just like that, baby,” she breathed, her voice laced with pleasure. “Keep going.”

Her approval sent shivers down his spine, and Yunho became bolder, his tongue exploring her eagerly. He teased her entrance, then flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit, drawing a soft gasp from Y/N’s lips. The sound made him growl softly against her, the vibrations adding to her pleasure as her hands tugged harder on his hair, pulling him closer.

“Y-Yunho,” she moaned, her breath hitching as she felt the heat build inside her. He was so eager, so willing to do anything to make her feel good. His mouth worked over her with increasing confidence, alternating between sucking gently on her clit and plunging his tongue inside her wet heat. The combination of his movements had her toes curling in no time.

Yunho glanced up briefly, eyes dark with lust as he watched her reactions closely. He loved the way her face twisted in pleasure, how her thighs trembled around him as she tried to hold herself together. It fueled him to do more, to be better for her.

“Noona, you taste so good,” he groaned, voice thick with desire as he pulled away just for a second. “I want more.”

Y/N moaned at his words, her fingers digging into his scalp as she pushed his head back down. “Then don’t stop, baby,” she commanded breathlessly, her voice needy. “I’m so close… don’t you want to make me cum?”

That was all Yunho needed to hear. He dove back in, his tongue lapping at her feverishly while his fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he brought her closer to the edge. He focused on her clit, flicking it with precision until Y/N’s breathing became erratic, her moans higher-pitched, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Fuck—Yunho, I’m gonna—”

Her words dissolved into a loud, broken moan as the pleasure finally crashed over her like a wave. Her hips bucked up against his mouth as her orgasm hit, her body shaking as Yunho continued to work her through it, his mouth never leaving her until he felt her body start to relax beneath him.

When she finally came down, Y/N’s chest was heaving, her entire body limp from the intensity of her release. Yunho pulled back slightly, his lips and chin glistening with her wetness, and he looked up at her with a proud, almost shy smile.

“Did I do good, noona?” he asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

Y/N chuckled breathlessly, her eyes heavy with satisfaction as she gazed down at him. “You did amazing, baby,” she whispered, reaching down to cup his face in her hand. “Come here.”

Yunho crawled back up the bed, and as soon as he was close enough, Y/N pulled him into a deep, slow kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her kiss him harder, her hands roaming over his bare skin as she pulled him on top of her.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she murmured against his lips, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You still owe me one more round.”

Yunho’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He was still sensitive from the earlier release, but the way Y/N looked at him made his cock twitch in anticipation. “N-noona… I don’t know if I can…”

Y/N smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest until they wrapped around his half-hard cock, stroking it gently. “Oh, you will,” she whispered, her voice a seductive promise. “Trust me, baby. I’ll make sure you’re ready.”

Yunho whimpered, already feeling himself harden under her touch. He knew he was in for it, but he couldn’t deny how much he craved it—the way Y/N took control, the way she made him feel both vulnerable and desired all at once. He would do anything for her, and she knew it.

With a teasing grin, Y/N shifted her hips and guided Yunho’s cock to her entrance. She bit her lip, holding his gaze as she whispered, “Now be a good boy and fuck your noona like you mean it.”

Yunho groaned, his resolve crumbling as he pushed into her, feeling her warmth envelope him. It was slow at first, but Y/N wasn’t patient. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go faster, harder, until their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them, their moans filling the room as they lost themselves in the pleasure of each other.

It didn’t take long for Yunho to feel that familiar tightness building in his gut again, but this time he didn’t hold back. He thrust into her with everything he had, his breath ragged, his hands gripping her hips as she moaned his name over and over.

“Yunho,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back as her own pleasure built again. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again—don’t stop!”

Yunho gritted his teeth, doing everything he could to hold on for her. He wanted to last, to make sure she came first, but he was so close. “N-noona, I—”

“Cum for me, baby,” she moaned, pulling him down for a kiss. “Cum inside me. I want to feel you.”

That was all Yunho needed to hear. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his release with a low, guttural moan. Y/N came with him, her body tightening around him as they both reached their peaks together, their moans mixing as they rode out the high.

Finally spent, Yunho collapsed on top of her, their bodies tangled together as they panted, trying to catch their breath. Y/N chuckled softly, running her fingers through his damp hair.

“You’re so perfect,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “My perfect boy.”

Yunho smiled tiredly, his heart swelling at her words. He felt safe, content, and utterly loved. "Only for you, noona," he murmured, closing his eyes as sleep slowly overtook him.

[sorrowsofsilence]

vignette • folio

pairing: nick folio x photographer!reader (gn, no pronouns!)

words: 2.8k || part two

warnings: none really tbh; a lil making out, mentions of an anxiety attack. swearing. fluff fluff fluff.

summary: you're hired by bad omens to join their crew as a photographer, but a certain drummer wormed his way into your heart. will he confess that he feels the same way about you?

note: requested here ! Ty for requesting nyx, this was a gem to write. I wasn't sure if you wanted a swf or nsfw one-shot, so I just went with a lil sfw story :) Id be happy to continue with some smut in a part 2 if humans want it ! Also, gif and banner made by meeee.

“Oh shit! Is that a Canonet G-III QL17?”

You turned at the sound of a voice, ears ringing from the music that blared behind you. A man smiled, pointing toward your camera in excitement and you mirrored him.

“Yea! I fucking love this thing,” you said, admiring the device as it dangled from the strap around your neck.

He held up his camera, nodding toward you in shared enthusiasm before he tilted his head in recognition, eyes lighting up further.

“Wait, you look familiar- Is your name Y/N?”

You watched as he shook his head in disbelief, holding his hand towards you in greeting as he stepped closer, pushing past the bodies between you.

“I’m Bryan,” He began, and you gave him a warm nod, “I follow you on Instagram. You take some amazing film photos of concerts- something tough to do with the lighting.”

Your throat tightened with flattery, surprised to be recognized, smiling at him.

“Thank you! You’re a photographer as well?”

He nodded, leaning closer to your ear in an attempt to yell over the music, “Yeah! I’m currently touring with Bad Omens.”

Bad omens. The name sounded familiar, and that’s when it clicked. You also followed him on Instagram.

“Wait like the Bad Omens? Shit!”

That’s when your life changed.

You sat in the van, squished between Nick and Jolly as you flipped through the photos you developed last night. Both boys leaned into you, staring at the photos with admiration as they pointed to their favourite ones.

It’s been two months since Bryan invited you to tour with them, as Noah had been looking for another photographer to work alongside Bryan.

Extremely flattered and excited, you immediately agreed; which left you leaving America to travel around Europe.

The tour was already the best four and a half weeks you’ve ever had, and perhaps it’s because you’ve gotten close with the crew and boys. They were some of the best humans you’ve ever met, but one of them stuck out to you in particular.

“Alright gang, this is Y/N,” Bryan brought you to the studio a few days before the tour began, so you could get acquainted with everyone.

You nervously shook hands with each of the boys, but as soon as you saw him, your gaze never left the set of auburn eyes that captured yours.

The drummer was dressed in a low-cut tank that exposed the top of his chest tattoo, muscular arms flexing under his grip.

Nick Folio.

His hand was warm and inviting once his hand wrapped around your own, and the shy smile he shared made your stomach flip, fingers tingling. He had claimed your mind then and there, without even trying- just by a mere hello.

The two of you clicked instantly like two magnets meeting. He was infectious and hypnotizing, his wide smile and goofy attitude creating feelings of nostalgia and warmth; almost as if you had known him forever.

You spent hours together during the first week of the tour, laughing on the couch of the green room as you shared memes. He would sit with you any chance you had, always posing for photos and asking you questions- almost desperate to get to know you.

Bonding over your favourite movies and snacks, you learned everything you could about Nick and absorbed the information he shared like a sponge.

At first, it felt like two friends spending time together, but you knew you felt more than this when thoughts of him went on for hours; spending the nights tossing and turning in your bunk on the bus.

Folio’s image never left your mind, your face flushing as you pushed the pillow into your face, wanting to scream from how he made you feel.

Your heart pounded when you thought about his hand pressing into the small of your back as he slid past you to grab a water bottle; your stomach butterflying when you recalled him staring at you as you walked off the bus, dressed in your favourite outfit.

Now you were stuck next to him in the van, driving to the venue for tonight’s show. Of course, you wanted to sit beside Nick- everything you wanted to do revolved around Nick- but the proximity left your fingers shaking.

With a racing heart, you tucked your legs closer together, afraid to touch Folio’s knee that was inches from your own; as if contact with his skin would burn.

Your chest tightened from nerves, and you tried to turn your attention to the photos from the past few concerts… but the only thing you could focus on was how your hips touched his, and his warm breath that fanned over your neck as he looked at the pictures.

“You’re an amazing photographer,” Folio said warmly.

“Yeah, these are so good Y/N,” Jolly commented, reaching for a photograph of the band waving to the crowd at the end of their show. Each of their hands was raised or clasped in gratitude, appreciating the support of their fans’ cheers.

You shrugged, feeling shy at the compliments, “It’s easy when you guys are great models.”

“But I’m your favourite model, right?” Folio teased, gently pushing his shoulder against yours as he shared a cheeky grin.

You glanced at him momentarily before smiling down at the next photo, which had Nick lying in the van. Holding it up in his direction you pointed towards his face that was adorned with an adorable grin.

“Oh definitely,” you nodded, raising a brow, “That face is a money maker right there. Look how cute that smile is.”

Folio’s eyes flicked between yours and the photo as his cheeks flushed, before sighing and sinking into the back of the seat.

He spread his legs slightly, knee-knocking against yours now- but he didn’t move away, allowing your skin to touch.

“So you think I’m cute?” He asked, staring at you now.

Your mouth opened and closed in hesitation as your throat tightened. Tearing your gaze away you looked over at Jolly, almost like a call for help but the Swede just watched in amusement, before reaching for the pile of photos.

A cough escaped your throat as you looked at the picture of Nick, “Yeah. Favourite model, remember?”

“It’s a shame there are no pictures of you,” Nick said, licking his lips before turning his attention out the window, and watching the buildings swing by.

It was hard not to stare at him as his head leaned against the frame of the van, the blush that rose to his cheeks dancing across the bridge of his nose.

You reached into the bag that rested at your feet, pulling out your camera, holding it toward him, “You can take one if you’d like.”

He sat up, grabbing the device, “Ok… but only if I can keep it.”

Biting the inside of your cheek you attempted to hide your smile, “If you want to… but then I need one of you.”

“You have many of me,” He laughed, examining the camera between his fingers, before placing it in his bag.

“Wait-” You hesitated to reach for it.

“I gotta save my one picture; I need a special one.”

You were going to ask what special entitled, before Matt announced you guys arrived at the venue.

Quite a few fans were already waiting outside, being barricaded by security; something that left you quite nervous. You knew how rumours spread, and being the only ‘outsider’ crawling out of the van made many internet dwellers talk.

The boys knew how uneasy being seen with them made you feel, an unfortunate reality of the job; but Nick always made sure you felt safe, securely next to him.

“Man, there’s a lot of them today,” you hummed, leg beginning to bounce.

The brunette next to you gave you an empathetic smile, brows furrowing in worry as he placed a hand on top of your knee.

You glanced at him nervously but he gave you a reassuring gaze, “I’m right here. Jolly’s right here. We are here.”

Sucking in a breath you nodded, before the door to the van opened and you crawled out behind the boys, Nick trailing behind.

The screams of the fans left you anxious as they yelled for the boys, phones out and recording everything. Noah, Ruffilo and Jolly waved briefly to them as you kept your eyes low on the ground, until a hand reached for yours.

You stared at Nick’s fingers that entwined between yours, your heart skipping a beat as he tugged you along next to him. He pulled you into his side and gave you a close-mouthed smile. The nerves eased as you walked along the cement, the pounding in your chest drowning out the fan’s cries.

It wasn’t until you were finally in the venue, that you realized you were squeezing his hand so tight his knuckles had turned white.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” You pried your hand away before another wave of panic rushed to your lungs.

He held your hand in front of those fans; what would they think? What rumours would spread now?

“No need to apologize it’s okay, are you alright?” He watched with wide eyes as your breathing grew rapid and you shook your head, feeling as if you were unable to fill your lungs with oxygen.

Your chest tightened, no longer from amour but dismay.

“I-I just need a minute,” You whispered, pushing past him. The rest of the boys watched in worry but all you could focus on now was how you couldn’t breathe.

“Wait,” Folio called out as you quickly walked down the hall, hands wrapped around your torso in false protection. You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed down the hall toward the green room. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

Opening the door you closed it, searching for the mini-fridge that held water bottles. You took one, quickly unscrewing it before taking slow sips, allowing the cool liquid to run down your throat.

A coping mechanism you’ve used since you were a child- a way to ease the anxiety attacks.

The door opened as you sat on the faux leather couch, a worried Nick watching with cautious eyes. He locked the door behind him before walking toward you slowly, hands in his jeans pockets.

Taking a deep breath through your nose as you continued to drink you tried exhaling slowly, regulating your breathing before the panic got worse. Folio sat beside you, placing a hand on your back and rubbing along your shirt in a soothing motion.

“Everything ok?” He asked quietly, eyes searching all over your face. You pressed the bottle against your cheek, allowing the cool plastic to bring your attention elsewhere.

“I will be,” You said, closing your eyes to the rhythm of Nick’s fingers as he ran them along your shirt. You two sat there for a moment as your breaths slowed.

“You held my hand in front of them,” you said softly, and Nick’s head tilted in surprise, “My mind immediately went to the rumours that would be spreading. All of those fans had their phones out recording.”

Nick hummed as he listened, pulling his hand from your back. He leaned over his knees in thought.

You chewed on your lip, “What if they think we’re dating, or something?”

Folio stared at the floor, quiet for a moment. “Would that be so bad? If they thought that?”

You blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Instead, you laughed nervously, but he turned to eye you.

“Would you be that upset if people said we were together?”

Shaking your head your eyes ran along his features, enamoured by him, “No… but wouldn’t that bring so much false drama?”

Blush rose to Nick’s ears as he looked away now, “what if it didn’t need to be false?”

With a racing heart, your face warmed, arms tingling as Nick sat up, facing you on the couch.

His eyes glanced from your own to your lips, a thousand words behind his gaze.

“I-” you began until the door handle jiggled, and someone pounded on the wood from the other side.

“Yo- Folio? Y/N?” It was Noah, worry evident in his tone.

Nick coughed, quickly rushing to the door. You’d have to ask him later.

+

The concert was going extremely well as you and Bryan stood on the sides of the stage, snapping photos of the boys.

You slunk around the back, heading up the stairs to Folio’s ledge, body vibrating from the music. Kneeling on the side of Nick, you placed your camera up to your eye, pressing the button and allowing the flash to capture him in his element.

Hiding behind the lens you watched sweat glisten off his chest, Nick’s arms slamming into the drums as he pounded into the acrylic, leaving your mouth dry.

God, he was mesmerizing.

Nick noticed you watching longer than normal, turning his head quickly to give you a wink.

As your stomach spiralled you stood up, shaking your head in admiration and gave him a thumbs up.

He nodded toward you before turning his attention back to his movements, and you let your gaze linger on his form for a few moments longer, before jumping down the stairs to take a few photos of Jolly.

As fast as the concert began it was over, and the boys walked off stage exhausted.

“Great show guys!” Bryan cheered, already flipping through his camera. You leaned into him to see some of his pictures- which looked amazing, even pre-editing.

Once everything was up and loaded everyone headed onto the tour bus, ready to crawl into bunks to sleep for the night; but you knew you’d be unable to sleep.

Your mind replayed Folio’s words:

Would that be so bad if they thought that?

What if it didn’t need to be false?

Rolling onto your side you felt your phone buzz, and you blinked at the brightness as you opened it.

Fish boy: You awake?

You: Yea

Fish boy: Come to my bunk?

You: Won’t that wake the boys?

Listening to hear anyone else, you heard soft breathing from multiple people and even a few snores from Ruffilo.

Fish boy: Just be quiet

Sucking in a puff of air you peeled back the curtain, allowing your bare feet to touch the cool laminate. Tip-toeing across the bus you peeked into Nick’s bunk, and you saw him smiling up at you.

“What?” You whispered, and he scooted against the wall, tapping his mattress.

“Come,” He replied quietly. Crawling into his space you slid next to him, chest touching his and he reached behind you, sliding the curtain closed.

You tried not to laugh as he grinned. It was dark, but your eyes adjusted, admiring the outline of his features. You gaze trailed to his neck tattoo, staring at the ink before resting your head on his pillow, face inches from his.

You knew he’d be able to feel your pounding heart, but you also felt his; which eased you a little.

“This is not made for two people,” You whispered, trying to shift to get comfortable.

Folio shrugged, eyes never leaving yours. He seemed nervous, giddy; and that left you feeling shy.

You broke the silence, “What did you mean earlier?”

“Earlier what?” He said, deflecting.

“When you said it didn’t need to be false?”

You noticed as his eyes left yours to glance at your lips briefly, watching as you spoke.

“You like me.”

The heartbeat in your throat intensified as you listened to his words.

“And- I like you.”

Your stomach swirled at his confession, your body flush against his.

“So maybe I kinda like it if people think we’re dating.”

A smile spread over your lips and he mirrored you, the tension building within the bunk. His eyes snapped back to your lips, and you mimicked him, eyes watching as his own fell between his teeth.

It felt like a long time as Folio’s hand reached to cup your cheek, and your eyes fluttered shut once he pressed his lips against your own.

Your chest warmed as Nick’s mouth danced with yours, soft, inviting, warm.

The kiss began gentle and charming, a month of confessions lingering on his tongue as the kiss deepened, desperate and eager.

As your hands reached up to grip his hair, his own trailed down your back, following the curve of your body before gripping your thigh, pulling it over his hip. His limbs entangled with yours, pulling you close: afraid this wasn’t real.

You breathed into him, and Nick finally broke the kiss, the grin on his face wide with yearning.

He reached beside him, revealing your camera.

With a laugh you raised a brow, watching as he fumbled with the controls to open the flash.

“Kiss me,” Nick whispered, facing you. You reached up to hold his cheek, placing your lips against his once more, trying not to smile.

The flash was bright as he snapped the picture, refusing to break the kiss once he got his special photo.

He placed the device back on the bunk, allowing his lips to mould into yours for what he hoped would be an eternity.

You were his moment to capture.

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Part two here!

[blackhairandbangs]

That's What Friends Are For

Seo Changbin x Reader

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word count: 2.8K

genre: smut smut!! but its a little fluffy in the beginning

summary: you head to the studio to return bestfriend!changbin's hoodie and end up talking a bit about your friendship

warnings: smut! minors DNI, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don’t do it!) maybe a little choking? Reader is called “baby”, “baby girl”, and “bunny” Let me know if I’m missing anything!

a/n: this is currently unedited... i was too excited to post this and haven't given it a second look-through yet.

reblogs are MORE than appreciated &lt;3

You and Changbin had been friends for years. Chan had introduced the two of you just pre-debut and you both had been inseparable since. From late nights over at his dorm, to early mornings at the studio, he just seemed to get you in a way you others didn’t.

Him and Chan were spending another evening in the studio, finishing up songs for the next comeback. The booming of bass flooded out as you opened the soundproof door. 

“Hey,” you started to speak, giving the boy a small wave. “Hope I’m not interrupting, Binnie, you left your hoodie at my place last night and I know how cold the studio can get so I figured I would come run it by.” You saw the blush fall on his cheeks as you walked over to where he sat at the mixing table to hand him his tan hoodie. Truthfully, you had planned on stealing the hoodie, wearing it around the house, but you two were just friends and that didn’t seem like the appropriate “friend” action. A good friend would wash the hoodie, fold it up nice, and bring it to the owner’s place of employment, right?

“Oh my goodness, you are so thoughtful, thank you!” He takes the hoodie, slipping it over his broad shoulders. “Come have a seat! I was just finishing up this new mix before Chan gets back.” You nod your head, happy to have a chance to hang out with your friend. You loved watching him work. Something about the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was deep in thought, the way his hair would get ruffled underneath the booth headphones, the way he would bite his lip trying to get the audio effects just right, the way he… But all of the things you noticed couldn’t be anything more than platonic… You just loved to see your friend passionate about the things he enjoys and is good at. All friends love to see that!

“Do you want to hear a bit?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. You whip your head to look at him, taking the headphones he held out in his hands. 

You give him a sincere smile, “I would love to.”

He leans over the table, pressing a few buttons before leaning back in his chair to get a clear view of your reactions. You get engulfed by the sound, taping your hand on your leg as the beat carries. 

“Oh my God, Binnie, this is amazing!” You say, removing the headphones as the cut comes to an end. “My best friend has to be the most talented person in the world.”

Changbin gives a shy laugh at your praise. He is so grateful you enjoy his work, but the word “friend” hits him in his heart every time you say it. “I’m glad you like it,” He tries to hide his disappointment with a smile, just happy to have you here with him, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

“How has everything been going for you today?” he continues. You two saw each other the night before but were used to talking multiple times a day. However, his studio schedule left him with no free time to do so all day. 

“Oh you know, the usual,” You start. You look down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs a bit. “Just another failed date, I really need to get off these apps.” You give a small chuckle, hoping to move on from the topic. You had met a really nice guy through one of the many dating apps on your phone and had planned to meet for coffee earlier in the day. You waited at the shop for an hour before realizing he was not planning on showing up and went home where you threw yourself on the couch until you could muster the strength to get up and bring Changbin his hoodie. 

“I told you, you need to try meeting people in different ways!” He laughs. This was a conversation you two had often. You would constantly complain about all of your failed dating app dates. The dates you went on to clear your mind of the crush you had on your best friend. Your best friend would then suggest you meet people in person rather than on your phone. “Maybe you can find dates through hobbies, or maybe your friends?”

You give a small laugh before leaning closer to him. “You know, thats not a bad idea…have any friends I can date?” The question wasn’t serious, just a little joke to get a reaction out of him. You knew you didn’t want any of his friends, just him. 

Changbin laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, there’s me-” he starts before realizing what he was saying, “and Chan, of course.” His original comment was muffled and flew right over your head. “But, I don’t think you want to date Chan, hes practically married to that sound booth,” he says, gesturing to the open booth in front of the desk you two sat at. 

“Hmm… I don’t know, Chan is pretty cute…” You tease, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. What were you doing? Sure, Chan was good looking, but definitely not who you have been pining after. Actually, the guy you were into was sitting right next to you and you just told him you found his friend cute!

“Oh come on, I am not allowing you to date Chan,” Changbin says, playfully hitting your arm. 

“Ow!” you laugh, rubbing where he hit, even though it wasn’t even close to actually being in pain. “I’m only joking, Binnie.” You take the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making your ears hot. “Besides, I’d choose you over Chan any day.”

Changbin moves his shoulder so you pull your head up to look at him. He gives a small smirk, “Oh, really? Hm, well you know I’d have to think about that,” he says to tease you. He wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time keeping his feelings in tonight. He lets himself come back to the moment, remembering who you are. “You’re quite interesting, but our friendship will always come first,” he says, hoping you couldn't read the sadness in his eyes. 

“Right,” you speak quickly, looking away, leaning back to your chair. The space between you grew back to what it should have been. “And we are really good friends.”

“Yes we are, and I am so happy about it,” He gives a fake smile and places his hand on your knee. “You’re really special to me…” his voice trails of as he sees the blush growing across your face. He rolls his chair closer to you reaching his other hand out to gently cup your cheek. 

“I might have been teasing you earlier about Chan, but I mean it when I say you’re special to me. I..I like you, you know?” 

Your blush goes deeper, feeling his warm hand on your face. Sure, you two had spent many nights cuddles up watching a movie, but something about this contact felt different. It felt intimate. 

“Binnie, please don’t play with me like this…” You look down, not wanting to show the disappointment in your eyes. “You like me as a friend, right?

Changbin turns his head the other way, pulling himself away from you. “Yeah,” he nods, “As a friend, I promise. I’m just messing with you,” he says, trying to cover his tracks, hoping none of this is making you uncomfortable. “Friends do that, right?” He asks, turning his attention back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you into almost a sort of side hug. 

You give a small laugh, “Yeah, totally! Friends can do a lot of things.”

He releases his arm from you, meeting your eyes. “And what kind of things can friends do?” 

You look down once again to hide the color of your cheeks, which you are almost certain are about as red as a tomato at this point. “Oh you know…” you trail off, trying to think of an answer. “Friends can cuddle, and…” you don’t allow yourself to finish the thought, feeling the tension sitting in the air. 

Changbin leans in, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Well then, friend,” he says, placing an emphasis on that last word, “How about we cuddle for a bit? I could use a break from this song.” He pats his lap, motioning for you to come over. Without hesitation, you are straddling his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck. 

He smiles softly, feeling your warmth against him. “Good friends,” he sighs, reaching a hand to stroke your hair. “I’d say we make quite the comfortable pair.” 

None of this was feeling real to you, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You lift your head from his shoulder, “How much is left to finish on the song?”

He gives a small chuckle, feeling your breath on his neck. “Oh not much, actually. We’re almost done, just a few more lines,” he starts to rock you gently, feeling your hearts beat in sync.

“That’s good,” you reply, looking up and leaning close to him. “Binnie, just out of curiosity, is there anything else you think close friends could do?” You run a hand through his hair, loosing control of your brain. The words came out without a thought.

Changbin’s heart races slightly over the close proximity and your question. 

“Well, good friends can share secrets, and support each other…” he trails off feeling the warm breath of your lips above his. “But were just friends, remember”

You look him up and down, “Binnie, if we’re just friends, why can I practically feel your heart jumping out of your chest right now?” You let yourself be bold, knowing you need him in ways he will never understand. 

He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes. “Friends…um friends…do that…we’re um…just really good…” He struggles to get the words out, reaching out to touch the side of your face. 

You decide to just go for it, letting all rationality leave your brain. Your hand comes up to grab his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Now, as a good friend, does this do anything to you?” you ask, practically feeling the heat of his cheeks radiating into the air. 

His breath hitches, your faces inches apart. “Well, um… a good friend might be curious about the feelings of another close friend.”

“I think this good friend has maybe had strong feelings for the other good friend, bit was too scared to ruin anything.” His heart races even more, wanting nothing more than to say the words he has been waiting to say for years now. 

“A good friend might have those sorts of feelings too…maybe..” You cut him off before he could finish, finally bringing your faces together, letting yourself lean into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck. 

Changbin moans softly into the kiss, gripping your hips as he  leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be pinned against it by your weight. He pulls away momentarily, looking you up and down.

“Your lips, feel so soft against mine, I’ve always wanted to taste them.” A shiver sends through your body, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, leaning in to take more of his lips in yours. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Changbin’s tongue sweeps against your lips gently, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. He is completely lost in the moment, his mind blanketed by the desire to have all of you.

Your lips part, allowing him access inside. A small moan leaves your throat as the kiss intensifies. You pull away for air, your mouth still lingering close.

“Baby, when was Chan supposed to get back?”

“Not for another hour at least,” he starts, peppering your neck with kisses as you through your head back. “He had some things to take care of.”

“Perfect,” you lean in to take him into another string kiss, this one feeling different. It lingered with lust and need. 

He pulls your hips closer, his tongue gliding against yours. A small whimper escapes the back of his throat as his hands travel up and down your back. You grind softly against him, feeling his hard grow underneath you.

“Fuck, yes…” he moans, kissing every part of your lips, down to your jawline and neck. He growls low in his throat as his hand moves down to grab your ass. “Tell me what you want, baby”

You moan, continuing to grind your hips, wanting to feel more. “Anything please, I just want you.” 

He takes this as an invite to stand up. You allow your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you to lean against the back wall. 

“Binnie,” you whimper, feeling the contact of your head against the wall. 

“Fuck, that name,” Changbin breaths out, his hands exploring every inch of you. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms, allowing him to take it off in one swift motion. 

“You are so fucking sexy like this. All needy for me,” He starts to speak, lowering himself to his knees as his hands grip your thighs.

“Binnie, please” you moan out, desperate for his touch. He takes this as an invitation to swiftly remove your pants, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.

“Let Binnie make you feel good, baby” He says, brushing against your sensitive folds, pushing your underwear aside to leave kisses on your clit. He licks a stripe down you before inserting a finger inside of you, thrusting with precision. 

Your head hits the wall as you moan. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Your words come out as jumbles as he continues to please you.

“Come on, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers,” Changbin murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you, working you up to the edge.

Your hands reach down to grip his hair, feeling more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. 

“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Let it all go,” he whispers against your clit, sending your legs shaking above him. He feels your walls clench around his fingers and presses his mouth against your clit one last time before standing up and sucking everything off his fingers. His breathing is ragged as he watches you come down from your high.

“Fuck, youre incredible, bunny.” You pull him into a needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. Changbin hums into the kiss, running up and down your back as he holds you close, “I could do this all night.”

“Please,” you whine, “Binnie, I need you to fill me up.” He laughs, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch that lays in the back corner of the studio. Changbin gets on top of you, leaning down for his tongue to invade your mouth once more. Your hands reach down to tug on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss slowly. You nod your head, looking at him, the hunger in his eyes making you flutter. He takes his cock in his hands lining up with your entrance before pushing himself in slowly.

“Tell me when I can move, baby”

“Please, Binnie, I need you,” You whimper, needing to feel him take all of you. With a hum, he starts a steady pace, hitting every spot inside of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, moaning out his name, his cock hitting places you never even knew about.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good,” He whines, reaching a hand up to snake around your neck, squeezing gently. “Come on baby, cum for me, you can do it.” 

You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your high, trying to use your hand to muffle your screams, remembering where you two were. You clench around him as his body shudders in pleasure as his seed fills you up completely. He reaches down, planting kisses down your neck, not yet pulling out from inside of you.

You speak out, breathless between kisses, “You should probably finish that song before Chan gets back…”

“Mhm..,” he hums, pulling out and sitting up on the couch, his breathing finally stable. “Come here, baby girl,” he says as he pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “You’re amazing.”

Your head falls in the crook of his neck, taking in everything that just happened.

“I take it we’re not good friends anymore, huh?” you ask, giving him a small laugh and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before returning a giggle to your question. “Definitely not,” His voice is soft as he leans your foreheads together. “You're mine now, and I promise I’m never letting you go.”

A/N: there ya go! this was my first time writing smut in years so I do hope this turned out okay! my requests and asks are open if anyone wanted to pop some hot takes, suggestions, comments or anything else you may want to say. Thank you for coming along with me as I finally return from my 3 year long fanfic hiatus. Happy Holidays guys!

[hllywdwhre]

My Darling Boy

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Irish!fem!reader

Summary: Tommy’s late night leads to you comforting him and a recount of the first time you realized you loved him.

Warnings: Panic attacks, reader faces anti-Irish sentiment from a stranger, Tommy says some questionable things about the Irish but nothing too bad💀, violence, bar fight. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 2.8K

Notes: This was 100% inspired by @red-write-hand ‘s Tommy bot. My god do I love that thing and fluff it gives me. I tried keeping this as reader friendly as possible, but some details had to be added to fit the plot, such as reader being Irish.

Edit: This has not been proofread and YIKES. Sorry for all the errors😭

Flashbacks are italicized!

You stared at the clock on your wall that read 2:07 AM. Tommy was supposed to be in bed three hours ago. It was your agreement. He could work as late as he wanted as long as he ate all three meals with you and came to bed at 11. The resolve had come almost a year ago when you’d finally told him you, his wife, felt like second place to his work.

But here it was. 2AM, your bed felt cold without him there, and this was the third time this week that he hadn’t come to bed on time.

You tried not to argue with him. He had enough stress with work and you didn’t want to be a source of more stress, but you had his same quick temper and you couldn’t deny that you were more than irritated that he was seemingly back to his old ways of ignoring your agreement.

You made your way down the hall and to his office, leaning against the door frame.

Tommy spoke before you could, “I know what you’re about to say.”

The exhaustion in his voice and the way he looked… defeated immediately caused a change of heart in you, though.

“My darling boy,” you said in a soft voice, making sure to use the pet name you had for him to try and avoid him thinking you were there for an argument.

“Don’t ‘my darling boy’ me,” he replied immediately with a bite in his tone, “Not when you’re here to start an argument with me. What time is it?”

You’d known Tommy since he came back from The Great War. You knew more than well enough by now to not take his words to heart when he was like this. He was taking his anger out on you, whether you deserved it or not.

You had blinded men and taken their tongues using the bladed Peaky Blinders cap for speaking to you the way Tommy was speaking to you, but Tommy was your soft spot. Somehow, you always remained calm when it came to Tommy.

You made your way over to his desk and picked up the empty whiskey glass that was next to a stack of papers that littered his desk.

“It’s 2 in the morning, my love,” you replied in a calm voice. You walked over to the fireplace where his bottle of whiskey sat and refilled the glass then placed it on the desk again.

He picked it up as soon as you set it down and took a long drink from it.

“I have work, you know that. The business doesn’t run itself.” He took another swallow of the liquid and you could see the way his breathing had picked up slightly.

It started to make sense in that moment. You knew Tommy as well as he knew you and as well as you knew yourself. You knew the signs of one of his panic attacks beginning and stepped between him and his desk.

“I know that. I’m not mad at you, darling,” you replied after a moment. You made sure to keep your voice the steady and calm tone you knew he needed at the moment as you spoke. “Can you look at me?”

Tommy took a deep breath before looking up at you and you could see the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead along with the way his eyes seemed unable to focus on you. You lifted your hand to his cheek and gently ran your thumb across it in a slow motion.

“What’s your full name?” You asked him. The questions you would ask him changed from time-to-time so he wouldn’t get too used to them. They were simple questions, enough to distract him and get him to focus on you, but not enough to send him into a further panic.

“Thomas Michael Shelby, why?” He raised the glass to his lips again, but his breathing only picked up more.

You took the glass from his hand and set it on the desk behind you then placed his hand on your chest, right where you knew he would be able to feel your heartbeat.

“Focus on my breathing and my voice. What’s John’s wife’s name?” You asked him next.

You watched as he closed his eyes and did as you said, trying to match his breathing to yours as you began taking slower and deeper breaths.

“Esme,” he answered after a moment.

“When’s our wedding anniversary?” You asked next.

”The 17th of August.”

You knew it was silly, but you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks at how quickly and easily he answered that question. It was the little things like that which reminded you that you were still his number one priority.

“Can you look at me again?” You asked him once you noticed his breathing had calmed down.

Tommy looked to you, his blue eyes immediately finding your eyes and locking onto them. The corner of his mouth tilted into a small smirk and you returned it with a small smile of your own.

“I love you,” you told him as you crawled into his lap and pulled him into a hug, trying to help ground him more.

He immediately returned your hug and buried his head into your neck. Your hands instinctively rose to the back of his head and gently ran your nails across the shaved part of it.

“I love you, too. Even when I’m a mess,” he replied quietly.

“You’re not a mess,” you argued immediately, “you’re my amazing husband, an amazing business leader, an amazing member of parliament, and the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

A sigh left his lips after a long moment and his head remained buried in your neck. His breathing was no longer panicked and he had relaxed into your hold completely.

“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered into your neck.

“Funny,” you said with a chuckle, “I think the same thing of me.” You moved your head enough so you could kiss his temple. “Love you with all my heart, Thomas Shelby. You’re my darling boy.”

As soon as the pet name left your lips, he was chuckling into your neck. It was one anyone else would be maimed for calling him, but somehow you saying it had won him over.

“Love you, too,” he murmured in response.

After a couple long minutes of the two of you curled into each other, and once you were sure he wouldn’t panic speaking of it, you asked him,

“What led to it?”

He immediately knew what you were asking and shook his head in your neck,

“Nothing,” he replied in a defeated voice.

You pulled back enough to cause him to raise his head and she the quirked brow you were giving him,

“Thomas Shelby, what do you tell me every time I try to say the same thing?”

Any time you tried to belittle your problems, Tommy was the one who was telling you that if it was causing you troubles, then it wasn’t nothing and it was worth talking about.

He grumbled something under his breath about using his own words against him and then finally answered.

“The bloody Irish,” he said loud enough for you to hear.

You couldn’t stop the giggle that left your lips. You knew Tommy knew better than to think she was laughing at him or her problems; you were simply laughing at the irony of it all.

“What have my people done now?” You asked, purposefully making your accent come out as thick as possible to pick on him.

“Made an illegal shipment without our say so,” Tommy replied and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well… we’ve never liked to obey the English. I think my ancestors are rolling in their graves at how soft I am with you,” you teased, hoping to get at least a chuckle out of him.

It worked and you could feel the way his body shook the slightest bit as the small laugh left him,

“You’re not soft, darling, you’re just civilized,” he teased in return.

You pulled away with a look of mock offense on your face,

“Hey, now! My people are very civilized, we just know how to have fun,” you told him.

You know Tommy held no actual disdain towards you or your Irish blood. He himself was part Irish. He only spoke this way around you to get under your skin and pick on you.

“If you call bar fights being civilized then sure, darling.” The smirk on his face told you he was still only teasing you.

You scrunched up your nose as you looked at him,

“Maybe not your strongest point, love. I’ve come home with a black eye from an English bar fight where, for once, I was genuinely an innocent bystander and I had to keep you from going after half of Small Heath,” you pointed out.

Tommy’s face immediately darkened at the memory of that night and he tried to stutter out some defense of how it was different, but you shook your head no.

“You know that was the night I realized I loved you?” You told him as your own version of the memories flitted through your mind and you tried to distract him from the darker thoughts of his mind.

Your words seemed to catch him off guard and he looked up at you with surprise written on his features.

“Really?” He asked, unsure how else to reply.

You nodded in response and you felt another deep blush creep onto your cheeks. One thing you and Tommy had in common was that vulnerability didn’t come natural to you.

“Would you care to know how I remember that night?” You asked to which he nodded. “It was after a day of shopping with Ada and Esme. You and I had been together for three months at that point, and Ada and Esme were sure we were going to end up getting married, so they wanted to make sure I knew I was part of the family.”

You knew he knew all of this, but you wanted to tell him the whole story of how you had come to the realization and what had happened leading up to the fight.

”After we were done shopping, Esme had John meet us up at The Garrison so we could all have a drink.”

The three of you stumbled through the doors of the pub, giggling over something Ada had said.

John motioned the three of you over to the table he was sitting at, already having ordered a round of drinks for you. It was the first time you had sat outside of the private room the Shelbys had, and the last.

In the middle of the three of you telling John about the new dress Ada had bought, someone who’d had one too many drinks came stumbling over.

“I don’t get you Shelbys. You serve your country in the war then associate with some Irish scum,” he spat out, motioning from John to you.

You had met the other Shelbys while Arthur, Tommy, and John were in France. Polly had needed a bookkeeper for the betting shop and had taken you, even vouching for you when they had returned. After a year of working with them, one incident where you had been used as bait that had gone too far, and you’d been forced to defend yourself, Tommy had decided to make you an official Peaky Blinder. You may not wear your Peaky cap, but the bladed item was also on you. Offers had been made to hide blades in other women’s items of clothing, but you had denied. You had learned how to hide the cap among scarves, shawls, or in your bags and you wanted the official Peaky Blinders symbol.

John had immediately jumped to your defense that night in The Garrison.

“She’s a damn Peaky Blinder and has been for years! She can be trusted as well as any Englishman or woman.” He had defended, standing up to meet the man eye-to-eye as a warning to leave.

“Do you know who you’re talking about?” Ada said next, standing up also, “Irish or not, she’s Tommy’s girl and a Blinder.”

“I don’t give a shit if she’s Tommy’s current whore or not. She’s Irish scum and I don’t want to be in a pub with the likes of her,” the man spat back at Ada.

Esme and you both stood up at this and the rest of the pub had silenced as they watched the scene unfold. Seemingly out of thin air, a couple other Blinders that were present came to stand beside John as he told the man to leave the pub while he could still see the door.

Next thing you knew, Esme had pulled you harshly out of the way as a glass shattered against the wall behind you.

Chaos broke out immediately. Despite you trying to fight against them, a couple patrons or other members of the Peaky Blinders (you weren’t sure which) had tried to drag you, Ada, and Esme back to the office. During the mix, a blow landed on your cheek and you quickly swung back.

The fight seemed to halt immediately after. Even if the guy was brave enough to harass you for being Irish, throw a glass at your head, and fight John over everything, everyone else seemed to realize the grave mistake that had been made in that moment.

No one touched Thomas Shelby’s woman, and there she was with a bruise already evident on her cheek.

John grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck like he was nothing more than a rabid dog, called for you to follow him, and called for Esme and Ada to be walked back to the betting shop and for all the members of the Peaky Blinders present to go there, also.

You walked with John to the canal and were told by John that you ‘could do the honors of killing the bastard’ yourself.

After the deed was done, the two of you had walked back to the betting shop and arrived at the same time as Tommy.

You remembered the worry on his face as he looked for you, the anger that took over when he spotted the black eye, him screaming at everyone to give him an answer as to what had happened and who had harmed you, and the way he had pulled you into his arms in a hug that nearly crushed you.

You remembered the feeling of safety that washed over you once you were in his arms, the feeling of home, and the way you were able to ignore the chaos around you as others explained what exactly had happened that night.

You remembered the way he wouldn’t let anyone else touch you until he had personally looked you over for any injuries.

You remembered the look he had when you told him you’d killed the man. The disappointment over not being the one to do it himself, but the pride in you standing up for yourself.

“I remember being absolutely terrified when it finally clicked in my head what I was feeling. I have never feared you, but I was terrified of ever getting my heart broken again. I knew Esme and Ada had said they were sure we would be married, but my own insecurities came into play, and I was terrified you’d realize how much of a mess I could be and you’d leave me,” you told him, leaned in and kissing him softly for a moment before continuing on, “You never left me. Even when we’ve fought, you never let me feel like you were going to leave me. I learned that no matter what happened, you’d move the earth, heavens, and hells to make sure you always came back to me.”

Tommy remained silent as you finished your story. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but it seemed you had actually managed to make the man speechless.

“I love you, Thomas Michael Shelby,” you muttered as you leaned in to kiss him again, “I meant it the first time I said those words, when I accepted your proposal, when we said them at the altar, when I say them now, and every time in between. You’re my darling boy through it all.”

His hand came up to cup your face and he rested his forehead against yours, “I’ve meant them all, too. You’re mine until the end of time.”

[dreams-of-me]

All Aflame

Reiner x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Military!Reiner, Engagement, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, AFAB Reader, Angst.

This will probably be part 1 of two in this series because i have to write him coming back from war and the news you have to share with him. Its super long but it felt so good to write again. please enjoy and more to cum!

It's been 3 years since his discharge. He’s Reiner but he's different. Like he's in a dream, i can't put my finger on it specifically but it feels like he's.. Lit up. In a negative way. Like smoke inhalation. Like he's burning, and I don't know how to fix it. I'm scared I'm losing him and I fear that he won't be able to handle the news I have to share with him. 

When we met, I was 18 and fresh out of Basic training. He was 20 out of basic but we were different. He knew college wasn't for him and he knew that he loved his country enough to serve during a war. He was alive then, quiet, stern, but once he was out of his shell he was a whole new person. Still steady and reliable and strong but funny and free. Although still holding himself back for some reason. Nonetheless, I fell in love with him. It was so filling and consuming much like a flame. He was what I needed, the solid ground to my sky. Because I knew where I came from, he was here by choice and I was here because I had no other place to go. It was the army or sell myself and I knew that was the ultimate and final choice. Throughout basic he helped me and taught me and I cared for him, even in the barracks it was limited access that I yearned for almost every day and when we graduated and no one came to tap me out, he did. His family came for him and he came for me. I embraced him for what felt like forever and at the end of the embrace he got down on one knee with the stone he clutched while running to me. 

“Marry Me.”

“Reiner… yes.”

In that instant everything faded and we were in bliss. He was almost completely free. Before we got stationed we got a place together and lived like newly weds even though we hadn't even started planning the glamorous and fabulous wedding his parents, more specifically his mother, wanted. We were content in our little bubble. We were happy. 

He was leaning on the wall by the kitchen with his arms crossed. Light grey sweatpants with his calvin klein underwear showing slightly at the top. No shirt, his chest and abs completely exposed. His hair was a mess and the stubble from his beard was finally beginning to grow in a subtle way that makes you want to rub your face against it. He watched me for a while before speaking. 

“What am i going to do with you”

“Reiner please, all did was make dinner”

“Yes, but youre supposed to be in bed with me. What is a world where I wake up and I don't find you next to me.”

“Hahaha honey please, just come eat.”

“I’ll do it but not because you told me to.”

He sat at the table that his body made look small in the corner of the living room. Laid back with his arms loosely crossed watching me as it set everything out for him. 

“I gotta put a baby in you if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh boy this again. Just eat.”

The food was still steaming, a white rice that seemed to glow under the light above the table, a cucumber salad, teriyaki chicken, and beef strips. He ate a ton but it all went to his frame and thank god for it. I’m tall for a woman, but he still towers over me in a way that makes me feel small. He envelopes me in his warmth in the best way. I looked up at him eating slowly but gleefully and smiled. We engaged in small talk over the food. 

“You know, they're never going to deploy us to the same place.” “Even if that's true, it won't mean anything.”

“Reiner are you sure because if we’re deployed and we get back and have to break-”

“That wouldn't even happen in your dreams.” “I'm just saying, people change.” “In the year and 6 months that you’ve known me have I changed?”

“No.. but that not a comparable amount of time” “You're right it's less.” He put his fork down and held my hand, caressing the ring he placed there. “You're mine, and I'm yours, and it will be that way even in 50 years. No amount of time, distance, or trauma will change my love for you. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Good.”

“So how’s your mom” “I wont answer that because i know you don't really care”

“Hehe, I'm glad you know me so well.”

We were happiest in each other's presence, we hadn't left the apartment in days knowing that next week we would be apart for months. Sleep, eating, showering, all of it and more, always together, inseparable. 

He washed over me like sunlight and I accepted every ray. We layed in bed again and he layed on my stomach grasping me as if I was trying to leave. Entangled in each other, I caressed his hair with another hand drawing circles along his bicep that held me down. 

“Ya know, when we leave next we-”

“Please stop, stop bringing it up just… just lay here with me a little longer.” 

“If we can't ignore it forever, it's going to happen.” 

“I know, but I don't want to think about it right now.” 

“If not now then when”

“After you finish for me… the third time.”

“What?”

He was finding his way to my core. Kissing me sucking on my thighs. Making me exhale shakily when he started to pull my shorts off. 

“Ri.. you're stalling.”

“One of many things you know I'm good at.”

“Ah- a well trained soldier indeed.”

He closed his lips around my clit, suckling and licking all over shooting waves of pleasure all through me. It was his way of taking control for once. Letting him do all the work was the only thing he asked for when we made love. 

He left my core a soaking wet mess as he trailed more kisses up my body, slowly lifting my extremely large t-shirt that is actually his, up and exposing my chest. He closed on the opportunity to suck on my nipples just as gleefully as he did my more. 

“Mmm Ri, if you're going to rile me up at least give me what the first time around.”

“You're so right, round one always goes to you just like in basic.”

He slid back down, beginning to ravish me just how I liked it. Sucking on my puffy red clit and drawing circles with his thumb when he isn't using his mouth. He was large enough to sit on his knees and lift my lower half to his face. Finishing his meal, he let me cry out his name a few times before using two fingers from his free hand to curl into me while his mouth did the rest of the work. I convulsed into his mouth gasping as I came all over his face. His stubble looked so good when it was wet. 

“My turn,” He said in a low voice.

He set me down, kissed my tummy and flipped me over. He was slow and decisive with his movements. Using his hands to feel all over my body, taking the time to slap by ass with a force that made me moan. He pulled me up so that I was on all fours. He spread me, taking the view in of my soaked sex and although i couldn't see him i just knew that he was biting his lip. It made me want him even more. He moved to his sweatpants and underwear. Letting them get below his mid thigh, almost to his knee. He pushed the tip in letting himself take in the heat and slick that he created. 

“How do you want it baby?”

“However will make you miss me the most when we're done.”

“Jesus.”

He pushed into me slowly making me moan his name. He stayed there for a moment. His hands caressing my body and finding my hips. I still hadn't known what he chose. What would make me miss the most? Then he tightened his grip on my hips and stroked nicely and slowly. The feeling made me gasp as he passed the best spots inside me. 

“Oh god Ri.”

“I gave you the option to choose didn't I?”

He was slow but precise in his movements. Making sure he hit my favorite spots every time he stoked but still slow enough to keep me wanting more every time he pulled back. I loved the way he filled me up so slowly that I could feel my insides stretching around him. He sped up a little and I knew he was close. But he maintains the diligent strokes he started with. 

“Fuck.”

“Ri, I need ah- I need more.”

He grunted a response and let a hand fall from my right hip to my clit once again. He maintained his speed and rubbed me slowly but I was already so close to cumming around him. I arched my back and pushed back. 

“Give it all to me baby.”

He thrusted hard and slow and rubbed me quickly. I was creaming all over him and filling me up. He pulled out slowly making me shudder as I collapsed face first into the bed. I was catching my breath when I felt him standing over me. 

“One more.”

“Huh.”

He picked me up, hooking my knees with his arms and letting my still wet core rub against his abs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shuddered again. 

He looked at me, eyes low. He licked his lips, signaling for me to kiss him. And I did. Entrapped his lips in mine as he walked towards the closet knowing there would be mirrors for both of us to watch everything going on. I was still kissing him when lifted me up slightly, gliding me onto his dick. I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned.

“Ahh yess Ri.”

“Talk to me baby.”

He let that be his cue to use me as a fleshlight. Pounding in and out of me one moment and stroking slowly into me the next. He gripped the hell out of my ass and I was sure it would leave a mark in the morning. But the feeling of him being so deep in me was making my mind fog. He wanted me to talk to him but I was fighting just to keep my eyes open and breathe. I let all my weight fall on him as I whispered in his ear. 

“All yours, always.”

He grunted again and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He pushed me all the way down his cock. Making me groan and bend under the feeling of being so full. He leaned against a dresser behind him. His legs were giving out. I accommodated this using the little strength I had left to put my feet atop the dresser and lift myself off of him with his help. He picked me up and slammed me on him time and time again. 

“I could never get enough of you even in 40 years im gonna be fucking you til you need a new cane.”

“Ugh way to ruin the mood. Why even mention old wrinkly sex Reiner?”

“You know I'm not good with words. But how is the mood ruined when you're still gripping me so well?”

He went back to using me, making sure I couldn't do anything to stop him even if I wanted to. 

He was slamming me on his cock and I couldn't hold my cries back every time he did. It hurt so good. He put his head in my neck, breathing hard and closing his eyes. That's how I knew he was close. He always latched onto me in some way. I was close too, I felt my legs shaking and my insides quivering. The next moment I was cuming on him again and he was filling me up. I held onto him tightly feeling his load drip out of me and onto his thighs. But I still felt so full. I let my weight fall on him, completely exhausted. He lifted me off of him but still carried me. We went into the bathroom and washed off. We almost fell asleep in the tub. The hot water was bliss although he always complains that I have it too hot. He got up first. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist. Then he helped me up out of the tub. Passed me the towel and drained the water. We walked into the kitchen to grab water before getting dressed and getting back in bed. I hadn't noticed before but he let me soak in the tub for a little longer and changed the sheets of our bed. They were fresh and clean and comfortable. We laid there for a while, breathing in each other's air before falling asleep. 

The next few days were about the same. Except for Friday, Deployment Announcement Party. We invited all of our military friends to our apartment, pizza, drinks and music. We used the time to catch up and at 10 PM we would all check our emails and go around saying our deployment locations. As per usual Connie and Jean were the first ones drunk. Bertholdt, Reiner’s childhood friend, was definitely tipsy because he looked a little less nervous than usual and more talkative. Reiner didn't seem to pay attention to any of it because I was sitting on his lap and feeling so good. Sasha was in the kitchen eating damn near everything and Mikasa was picking at her plate but still being protective of it around Sasha. Eren and Armin were fighting over aux, and on round 4 out of 10 of rock paper scissors. It was a fun party, I could always expect a good time with these people around me. 

All of a sudden time flew and it was 10 PM. It was time to see where our group would divide and conquer. First up Armin. “Texas, oh lord I hate the heat.” We all laughed recalling the way Armin’s entire uniform would change colors under his sweat.

Eren. “Germany, man what. That language is so difficult for no reason.”

Mikasa. “South Korea… Well at least the night life is fun.”

Connie. “Germanyyyy, Jaeger you can pray all you want but you can never get rid of meeee.” We all laughed as he jumped into Eren’s arms and even louder when Eren dropped him on his ass.

Jean. “Iran.” The mood soured. Iran has been an active Warzone for as long as we could remember. Hundreds of lives lost throughout the years. We all gathered around Jean and gave him encouraging words. He smiled sweetly, walking to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. 

Sasha. “Virginia, man I thought I'd at least get to leave the country.” 

My turn. I stood up and took a breath, everyone was watching me as I pulled out my phone and opened up my email. “Hawai’i. Wow, that's actually perfect hahaha.” Relief flooded the room as everyone congratulated me. Reiner came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips that made Connie whistle and Eren yell “GET A ROOM”.

I sat down in Reiner’s spot as he pulled out his phone. 

“Hungary.” He looked up at me as my jaw hit the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Hungary was basically military for Ukraine. We knew deployment there meant we would be in an active war zone and that being said he would be in more danger and doing 10 times as much work as Jean. He came to me and hugged me tightly. He sat down in his spot again and let me bury my face in his chest. The room was silent for a minute, then Connie yelled we’ve got one more. 

“Yea i’m going i know.” Bertholdt stood up. “Hungary, man fate is so funny it wont let me leave this guy's side.” We all giggled. We all drank some more and finished the pizza and snacks before everyone started heading out. Reiner and I let the music play as we cleaned up. He could tell I was still sad and afraid but content with the fact that he won't be alone. We went to bed knowing that even though we would be across the world from each other, we won't be alone. He curled up to me and fell asleep instantly as I let my mind wander before I fell asleep as well.