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[moonlight-joy]

Unveiled Secrets

MASTERLIST

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: The BAU was stunned to learn Hotch had been secretly dating you, a high-profile lawyer. When you arrived at the office, their teasing only intensified—especially after you revealed how much Hotch actually talked about them. Despite his attempts to stay composed, his fond looks and hand-holding gave him away. The team? Never letting this go.

Pairing: Reader/Aaron Hotchner

Aaron Hotchner had always been a private man. He wasn’t one for sharing personal details—not with strangers, not with acquaintances, and certainly not at work.

So when the team stumbled upon your name in connection to a high-profile case, the reactions were… dramatic, to say the least.

It all started when Garcia pulled up the case details on the conference room screen.

“A well-known CEO is being blackmailed,” she began, scrolling through the information. “Their lawyer is heavily involved in handling the case. They’re one of the most high-profile attorneys in the country, known for representing some of the biggest names in business. Their reputation is—”

She stopped.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mouth falling open slightly.

Morgan frowned. “What is it, Baby Girl?”

Garcia blinked at the screen, then looked at Hotch—then back at the screen.

“Uhh…” She bit her lip. “Guys, we may have… a situation.”

JJ leaned forward. “What kind of situation?”

Garcia hesitated for half a second before enlarging the lawyer’s name on the screen.

Your name.

The room went silent.

Dead silent.

Emily was the first to react. “Wait. Y/N L/N? As in the Y/N L/N? The one who’s been on Forbes’ power list? The one who has an entire wing of the courthouse named after them?”

Morgan let out a low whistle. “Damn. I didn’t know we were dealing with legal royalty.”

Rossi raised an eyebrow. “Not just legal royalty. Hotch’s girlfriend.”

The entire team turned to stare at Aaron.

Hotch, who had been completely calm up until this moment, simply exhaled through his nose.

“I was going to tell you eventually,” he said, voice even.

Garcia gasped. “You were dating one of the most powerful lawyers in the country and you didn’t tell us?!”

Hotch gave her a pointed look. “I don’t discuss my personal life at work.”

Emily crossed her arms, grinning. “So let me get this straight. You’ve been secretly dating a high-profile, ridiculously successful lawyer, and we’re only finding out because of a case?”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘secret,’” Hotch said smoothly.

“Oh, I would,” Morgan smirked. “Damn, Hotch. You really had us fooled. You leave work like a machine—no hints, no clues—and the whole time, you’re going home to one of the most well-known attorneys in the country?”

JJ was still processing. “How long has this been going on?”

Hotch didn’t answer right away, which only made the team collectively lose their minds.

“Oh my God,” Garcia breathed. “It’s serious.”

Rossi smirked knowingly. “It must be. Otherwise, Hotch would have shut down this conversation ten minutes ago.”

Hotch remained calm, as always, but there was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth—a tell that only Rossi seemed to catch.

Then—before the team could grill him further—Hotch’s phone buzzed on the table.

One glance at the screen, and his entire expression softened.

Emily caught it immediately. “Oh my God. That’s her, isn’t it?”

Garcia practically lunged across the table, trying to peek at the screen. “Does she call you ‘Aaron’? Or do we get something cuter? Like ‘honey’? Or ‘babe’?”

Hotch calmly put his phone in his pocket.

“I’ll meet you all at the jet in an hour.”

And with that, he walked out—leaving chaos in his wake.

The team erupted the second the door closed.

“Okay, I need details!” Garcia practically shouted.

JJ shook her head in disbelief. “I just… I can’t believe it.”

Morgan grinned. “Oh, I can. I mean, think about it—a powerful lawyer and an FBI Unit Chief? That’s a power couple.”

Emily nodded. “And you just know Hotch tries to act all serious and professional at home, but she probably teases him constantly.”

Rossi just chuckled, shaking his head. “This is going to be fun.”

The case required your involvement, which meant you had to come to the BAU to review evidence.

Hotch had warned you that the team knew about your relationship now.

What he hadn’t told you was how dramatic their reactions had been.

So, when you walked into the bullpen in your impeccably tailored suit, heels clicking against the floor with a confidence that only came from years of courtrooms and high-stakes negotiations—

All eyes were on you.

“Damn,” Morgan muttered under his breath. “She’s even more intimidating in person.”

You smirked. “You must be Derek Morgan.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You know me?”

“Oh, I know all of you,” you said smoothly, setting your bag on the conference table. “Aaron talks about you more than he realizes.”

Garcia practically squealed. “He talks about us?!”

You nodded. “He pretends he doesn’t, but trust me—he does.”

Emily grinned. “Please tell me he complains about paperwork.”

You laughed. “Endlessly.”

JJ, still slightly in shock, shook her head. “I just can’t believe this. You’re… you’re Y/N L/N. And you’ve been dating Hotch this whole time?”

You glanced toward Aaron, who was watching the entire interaction with a slight smirk—his version of amusement.

“Well,” you said, “we weren’t exactly hiding it. We just didn’t announce it.”

Morgan shook his head. “Man. We’ve been working with Hotch for years, and somehow, you cracked the code.”

You turned toward Aaron, smiling softly.

“He’s not as complicated as you all think.”

And that? That made Hotch’s expression shift—because you weren’t just saying it. You meant it.

Rossi, who had been watching the whole interaction with quiet amusement, finally spoke up. “Alright, now that we’ve all processed the fact that Hotch is dating a lawyer who could probably destroy us all in court—”

“Definitely could,” you interrupted, smirking.

Rossi chuckled. “We should probably get to work.”

The team reluctantly shifted gears, but as you took your seat beside Hotch, Garcia whispered not-so-quietly to Emily:

“I still think she calls him babe.”

Hotch sighed.

You just smiled.

And when Aaron subtly reached under the table, intertwining his fingers with yours, you knew—

The team was never letting this go.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Curls | Bucktommy

In the bathroom, Buck is grimacing in the mirror, swiping his hands back and forth over his freshly cut hair. His eyebrows are furrowed with indecision; was this a good idea? He hears the front door open.

“Evan? Where are you?” Tommy voices rings out.

“Up here,” Buck calls back, he closes the bathroom door most of the way before Tommy gets up there.

“Oh there you are, what are you doing?” Tommy tries to push open the door but Buck stops him.

“I got a haircut from the place Hen suggested. You’re not allowed to laugh, okay?” Buck’s voice is hesitant.

“I promise I won’t laugh, did they botch it?” Tommy replies with total sincerity. This time Tommy can open the door and step into the bathroom. He examines Buck’s hair, very relieved it actually isn’t botched or a buzzcut.

Tommy takes it in and can’t help the smile that spreads across his lips. His boyfriend looks damn fine; curls in full force and not reigned in like how Buck usually styles it. The hairdresser added a fade making his neck look a lot longer.

“What? It’s awful. Your silence is making me nervous,” Buck rambles out.

Reaching a hand up, Tommy carefully pinches a wild curl and is surprised how soft it is, not at all crunchy with gel. His hand slides down to touch the equally soft hair on the back of his head. He absolutely loves it. “It’s definitely not awful. I always love your curls, babe. I like seeing your natural hair be free for once, and it’s so soft too. You look really really hot actually. It’s trendy for sure, but not in a bad way.”

Buck is still frowning at the mirror and rubs his fingers on the side of his face. “She even shaved off my sideburns,” he pouts and Tommy laughs.

“They will grow back in no time.” He wraps his arms around Buck’s waist and rests his chin on Buck's shoulder, watching him still fuss with his hair. “You know, it does make you look undeniably not straight, if that’s what you were going for.”

”Not really my intention, but I mean I’m not, so I guess it works?” Buck huffs drops his hands. “I’m itching for my gel, I feel so naked without it.”

“Don’t you dare. It’s just new, it’ll grow on you.” Tommy smiles, catching Buck's eyes in the mirror.

“Hey, what about your natural curls, huh? I don't see you easing up on the hair products.” Buck turns his head to look at Tommy.

“Shhh we're not talking about me right now,” Tommy replies and slides a hand up to cup Buck's jaw and kiss his lips. “I'm sure there's something in the pilot handbook about hair regulations,” he mumbles against Buck's mouth then promptly leaves him in the bathroom.

When Buck walks into work the next day he’s greeted with a wolf whistle from Hen, “Damn, Buck! I knew my girl would make you look fresh! You’re looking damn fine.” And he can’t help but smile at the praise. He gets compliments and light teasing from the rest of the crew. Maybe he can live with it.

One of their calls is at the famous gay night club, The Abbey, in Santa Monica. One of the cages that the dancers was in fell with the dancer trapped inside of it. Buck and Eddie had to break out the saw to get the dancer out, luckily he walked away with minor injuries.

They attracted a small crowd of the other dancers- all in skimpy speedo like underwear. Most of them had their eyes on Buck, giving him flirty compliments and asking if he’s ever been there. At first Buck was confused why he was getting most of the attention from these objectively hot men, especially when Eddie and his stache was right there.

Oh right, the hair, he thinks. The ‘undeniably not straight’ hair style he is sporting right now. He couldn’t help feeling a small blush creep into his cheeks.

His attention gets pulled back to one of the dancers, “Are you single? I know it’s really forward of me, but I thought I’d shoot my shot.” At least he’s polite about blatantly hitting on him.

“Oh wow I’m really flattered but yeah, I am taken,” Buck says proudly. He takes out his phone and shows the dancer and his friends his phone lock screen - a selfie of him and Tommy from one of their recent dates. Buck is laughing and Tommy is smirking at the camera with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Oh my God! I know that guy! That’s Mr. August from the 2019 LAFD calendar! I’ll never forget that year,” one of the dancers muses.

“Lucky bastard,” another one says to Buck, which makes his smile grow wider.

Tommy’s phone pings with a picture from Chimney, which there is no doubt this was his idea. It’s of Buck in the middle of a row of speedo clad club dancers. He doesn’t have his jacket on, so it’s just the fire T-shirt with red and yellow suspenders and the turn out pants. He’s holding an ax resting on his shoulder with the cockiest look he could muster; a sexy smirk on his lips with his left eyebrow cocked. The dancers around him are all looking at him, hamming it up for the picture acting like he’s the hottest thing on earth. Tommy couldn’t agree more and immediately makes it his phone background.

Yeah, the hair is growing on Buck.

[diamonddaze01]

thoughts on careers svt would have if they weren't idols

IN ANOTHER LIFE...

a/n: this was supposed to just be a list. and then my brain started working wc: 3k

HEADCANNONS/MINI DRABBLES UNDER THE CUT !

COUPS - SPORTS COACH

The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor echoes through the vast space. You lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching Seungcheol pace along the sidelines, his voice commanding yet full of encouragement.

“One more round! Push through! Give me everything you got!” His sharp gaze scans his players, sweat clinging to his temples as he assesses their movements.

You smile to yourself. It’s always been like this—watching him in his element, seeing the way his passion translates into motivation for his team. He’s intense, but his heart is in every word he shouts.

Eventually, he blows the whistle. “That’s it for today! Cool down and hydrate!” As his team scatters toward their water bottles, Seungcheol turns toward you. The exhaustion in his features softens as soon as he sees you standing there.

“Did I keep you waiting, babe?” he asks, slinging a towel around his neck as he approaches.

“Not really,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “I just like watching you yell at people.”

He chuckles, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t just yell.”

“Mm-hmm, sure.” You glance at his damp shirt, noting how it clings to his skin. “So intense. So scary.”

He scoffs, looping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in until the scent of sweat and fabric softener fills your senses. “I save my soft voice for you,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You scrunch your nose. “You need a shower.”

“And you need to stop pretending you don’t love seeing me like this.”

Rolling your eyes, you tug him toward the exit. “Come on, Coach Choi. Let’s get you cleaned up before you start giving motivational speeches at dinner.”

He laughs, squeezing your waist. “No promises.”

JEONGHAN - THERAPIST

The clock ticks softly in the warm, inviting space of Jeonghan’s office. The scent of chamomile and old books lingers in the air, a comforting presence against the weight of heavy thoughts. You sit across from him, your fingers idly tracing the edge of a throw pillow, unsure of how to put your feelings into words.

Jeonghan watches you with patient eyes, his hands loosely clasped together as he leans forward just slightly—an invitation rather than pressure. “You don’t have to rush,” he murmurs, voice as gentle as the autumn light filtering through the blinds. “We can just sit for a while.”

You sigh, hesitating. He doesn’t push. He never does. It’s one of the reasons why being here, with him, feels different from everything else in your life. The silence isn’t awkward. It’s a steady rhythm, like the ocean pulling back before it brings in another wave.

“I just feel… stuck,” you admit finally, voice quieter than you intended. “Like I should be moving, doing something, but I can’t.”

Jeonghan nods, as if he’s already known this, as if he’s simply waiting for you to catch up to your own thoughts. “It’s okay to pause,” he says. “Even rivers rest in quiet pools before they continue forward.”

You let out a soft laugh. “That’s poetic.”

He smirks. “I have my moments.” Then, after a beat, “You’re allowed to take your time, you know. The world will still be there when you’re ready.”

Something in your chest eases, like the first inhale after stepping into fresh air. You glance at him, your eyes meeting his—warm, steady, reassuring.

“Thank you, Jeonghan.”

His smirk softens into something fonder. “Always.”

JOSHUA - GUITAR TEACHER

The soft strumming of a guitar fills the small studio, each note warm and precise under Joshua’s careful touch. You sit across from him, cradling your own guitar in your lap, fingers hesitating over the strings.

Joshua watches you with that ever-patient smile, his own guitar resting against his knee. “You’re overthinking it,” he says gently, tapping his fingers against the wood. “Let your hands move, don’t fight them.”

You huff, rolling your shoulders as you try again. The chord comes out choppy, buzzing where it shouldn’t. You grimace, but Joshua only chuckles, reaching out to still your hands. His fingers are warm against yours as he adjusts your placement, his voice low and encouraging. “Here, relax. See? Just like this.”

Your breath catches slightly—he’s close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint woody scent of the guitar. You glance at him, only to find him already watching you, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“You’re not focusing,” he teases, his voice lilting with barely contained laughter.

You scoff, nudging him lightly. “Maybe I’d focus better if my teacher wasn’t so distracting.”

Joshua grins, dimples deepening. “So it’s my fault now?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. He taps your fingers lightly before pulling back, motioning for you to try again. This time, the chord rings out smoother, clearer. Joshua nods approvingly.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “Told you—you just have to trust yourself.”

And maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to trust him too.

JUN - ACTOR

The dressing room is buzzing with quiet energy, the distant murmur of stagehands and the occasional call for places echoing down the halls. Jun stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his costume, the golden embroidery catching the soft glow of the vanity lights.

You watch from the doorway, arms crossed, a fond smile playing on your lips. “Nervous?” you tease, leaning against the frame.

Jun meets your gaze in the mirror, his expression flickering between amusement and feigned offense. “Me? Nervous? Please.” He turns to face you fully, hands settling on his hips. “I was born for this.”

You chuckle, stepping closer. “Oh, of course. How could I forget? The great Wen Junhui, master of the stage.”

He grins, but there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes—something only you would notice. You reach for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll do amazing, Jun.”

His shoulders relax, and his fingers tighten around yours for just a moment. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

A knock at the door signals his call to the stage. Jun takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back before flashing you one last smile. “I’ll see you after?”

You nod. “Break a leg.”

As he steps out of the dressing room, you watch him go, knowing that no matter how many roles he plays, he’s always been your favorite leading man.

HOSHI - CHOREOGRAPHER

The studio is dimly lit, save for the neon glow of the LED strips lining the mirrors. Hoshi stands in the center of the room, hands on his hips, watching you with a thoughtful tilt of his head.

“You’re hesitating,” he points out, stepping forward as the music fades. “You know the steps, but you’re thinking too much.”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re Hoshi.”

He grins at that, eyes crinkling. “And you’re you. Which means you can do this.” He claps his hands together, his energy infectious. “Again! From the top.”

You sigh but reposition yourself, exhaling as the beat kicks back in. This time, when you move, you focus less on being perfect and more on feeling the music the way Hoshi does—like it’s a second heartbeat. When you finish, breathless but exhilarated, you glance at him for approval.

Hoshi is already grinning, hands on his hips. “See? That’s what I was talking about.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in his gaze makes your heart stutter. “You’re annoyingly good at this.”

He winks. “I know. That’s why I’m your favorite choreographer.”

You scoff, but as he restarts the music, pulling you into another round, you know he’s right.

WONWOO - NOVELIST

Wonwoo’s fingers hover over the keyboard, his gaze fixed on the blank screen. He sighs, sinking back into the chair, and rubs his eyes with his palms. "Writer's block?" you ask, leaning against the doorframe with a coffee mug in hand. He nods slowly, exhaustion etched in his face. "I think I need inspiration." You walk over and sit beside him, your coffee warming your hands as you glance at the screen. "Maybe you should write about a couple where the girlfriend constantly saves the boyfriend from overworking himself," you suggest. He smirks, one eyebrow raised. "Sounds like a self-insert." You laugh softly, taking a sip of your coffee. "You love me enough to make me a main character?" Wonwoo turns his head slightly, his voice low but teasing. "You are the main character." Your heart flutters at his words, but you push the feeling down with a light shrug. "Then I guess you should get to work, huh? You're the one with writer’s block." He chuckles, but it’s the sound of affection in his voice. "I suppose I am. But maybe a little more coffee first."

JIHOON - PRODUCER

Jihoon adjusts his headphones with an intense look on his face, eyes flicking over the screen as he’s lost in the depths of his music. You tap his shoulder gently, and he blinks up at you, momentarily startled as if he forgot you were in the room. "How long have you been working?" you ask, your tone gentle but concerned. He pauses, his fingers still hovering over the controls. "Uh… not long." His voice is almost defensive, but a glance at the clock proves otherwise. "Li—" You don't even finish before he lets out a defeated sigh, knowing you caught him in his lie. "Fine, fine. Maybe a little longer than I should’ve," he admits, looking up at you with a slight pout. "Have you eaten?" Jihoon groans, turning back to his music as though he’s trying to block out your concern. "Music is my food," he deadpans, clearly trying to avoid the subject. You fold your arms across your chest, refusing to let him get away with it. "Eat, or I’ll unplug your speakers," you threaten, a smile tugging at your lips. His eyes widen in exaggerated horror. "You're evil," he mumbles, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitch as you shove a sandwich into his hands. He sighs, taking a bite reluctantly. "I’ll never understand how you get me to listen to you, even when you’re not asking for anything." "You’ll thank me when you’re not starving," you retort with a playful grin. He gives you a half-smile, the bite of the sandwich softening his earlier grumbling. "You know, you're lucky I don't want to argue about food."

MINGHAO - ART CURATOR

Minghao walks you through the gallery, his hand gently brushing the edges of a painting as he speaks softly. "This piece is about longing," he explains, his voice quiet, almost reverent. You tilt your head, studying the painting closely. "How do you know?" He glances at you, his gaze unreadable for a moment, before his lips curve into a small, mysterious smile. "Because I feel the same way when I look at you." Your breath catches, the sudden heat in your cheeks betraying your surprise. Before you can muster a response, Minghao smirks playfully, as if he knows exactly how his words affect you. "What? You wanted something poetic, didn’t you?" You roll your eyes, trying to mask the rush of emotion with a playful nudge to his arm. "You're ridiculous," you mutter, though you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. He shrugs, unfazed. "But you love me for it." You don’t answer immediately, caught in the unexpected warmth of the moment, his words lingering in the air like an unfinished note, but you smile. Yes, you do.

MINGYU - CHEF

Mingyu hums softly as he stirs the simmering soup, the rich aroma filling the kitchen as his sleeves are rolled up and his hair is slightly tousled from the heat of the stove. "Almost done," he calls over his shoulder, not looking up from his task. You sneak up behind him, grabbing a spoon from the counter and dipping it into the pot to steal a taste. The moment your lips touch the spoon, Mingyu’s eyes flicker toward you, and in a second, he’s beside you, blocking your way with a teasing frown. "Hey!" he protests, a slight edge of amusement in his voice. You grin, dodging him easily. "It’s so good," you tease, not even trying to hide your delight. He sighs, exasperated but fond, rolling his eyes. "You're lucky I love you." You smirk back, still holding the spoon. "I know." "That’s not fair," he grumbles, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you into him. "But I guess I’ll forgive you, considering it’s for your own good." You laugh softly, your chest pressing against his as he takes the spoon from your hand. "Next time, don’t leave me to suffer alone with just Skittles and iced lattes all day." Mingyu chuckles, brushing his lips against your forehead before returning to the soup. "Deal."

DK - MUSICAL THEATER ACTOR

Seokmin twirls you around the empty stage, his voice bouncing off the walls of the theater, rich and full of passion. "We should duet," he suggests with a twinkle in his eyes, his enthusiasm contagious. You laugh, shaking your head as you try to keep up with his spinning. "I can’t sing like you," you protest, your voice light but sincere. He pouts, his arms pulling you closer as he sways with the music. "But you can dance with me." You blink up at him, the air around you suddenly warmer as you feel the closeness between you two. He’s so confident in everything he does, even in his playful teasing. "See? Perfect." You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he hums a soft tune. "You just like showing off," you murmur, your smile small but fond. Seokmin chuckles, his hands gentle as they rub your back. "Well, duh," he says with a grin, his voice full of affection. "But I think you like it, too."

SEUNGKWAN - VARIETY SHOW HOST

Seungkwan spins dramatically in his chair, tossing his cue cards aside as if he's just kicked off a grand performance. "And now, a very special guest—my amazing partner!" he announces with an overly enthusiastic flourish, the mischievous gleam in his eyes impossible to miss. You raise an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at his antics. "You do realize we’re just at home, right?" He gasps, clutching his chest in mock disbelief. "No imagination! That’s why I’m the host," he declares with the kind of certainty only Seungkwan could pull off. You shake your head, laughing at his antics. "Fine. Interview me, then." He leans in close, his face turning serious, though the mischievous spark never leaves his eyes. "Who’s the most handsome, talented, and lovable boyfriend in the world?" You roll your eyes dramatically, pretending to think for a moment. "Mingyu." Seungkwan’s jaw drops in exaggerated horror, his face falling as he stares at you. "BABE—" You smirk, watching him flounder for words. "What can I say? Mingyu has the charm." Seungkwan pouts, but his smile can’t hide for long, and soon enough, he’s laughing along with you.

VERNON - INDIE FILMMAKER

You sit on the rooftop, your legs dangling over the edge as you watch Vernon adjust his camera, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft evening light casts a gentle glow over him, and you can’t help but watch in awe as he carefully frames each shot. "Hold still," he murmurs, his voice low, before peering through the viewfinder to focus on the perfect angle. You smile, relaxing back against the brick as you tease, "You say that, but you always like the candid shots." He grins, not looking away from the camera. "True, but this lighting is perfect. Just trust me." You do, allowing the moment to linger. His gaze softens as he clicks the camera a few more times, the sound of the shutter almost melodic in the quiet evening. After a beat, he lowers the camera, eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity. "You know," he begins, his tone reflective, "every film I make is gonna have a little bit of you in it." Your heart stumbles, his words unexpectedly warm and poetic. "Vernon—" He cuts you off with a soft chuckle, his smile reassuring. "Shh, it’s poetic." You smile, the sound of his camera clicking again the only thing breaking the silence. It feels like a perfect moment.

DINO - DANCE STUDIO OWNER

"Again," Chan calls out, clapping his hands in time with the beat as the music blares through the speakers. "One more time!" You groan, wiping sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "I think my legs are gonna fall off." He laughs, clearly amused by your struggle as his eyes gleam with determination. "No pain, no gain, babe." You glare at him, hands on your hips. "I thought being your partner would give me special treatment." He smirks, crossing his arms with an air of confidence. "It does—I’m only this tough on you because I know you can handle it." You huff, pretending to be annoyed, though a part of you appreciates his drive. "Unfair," you mutter under your breath. He steps closer, his gaze playful as he leans in. "I’ll make it up to you later," he promises with a wink, his words enough to lighten your mood even as the music starts again. You shake your head with a smile. "You better."

[spokenforyou]

sylus x fem reader

LET’S DANCE

synopsis: you and sylus decide to go clubbing for the first time, and it doesn’t go exactly how you’d expect. notes: it’s been a while since i wrote! this is a long one, my longest so far. i had a lot of ideas for it! i hope u all enjoy <3 warnings: switch!sylus, creampie, vulgarity, nsfw, swearing, unprotected, clubbing, alcohol, jealousy wc: 5.3k

[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]

“I’m almost ready Sylus, I just have to put on my heels…”

You and Sylus were on a vacation, you picked a tropical and beautiful place to get Sylus away from Onychinus for a bit. Work was piling up for him and more people to deal with, so you pulled him away. What better than a club on a beautiful island?

You’ve been here for two days now, and you decided to club tonight. You thought it’d be a good idea to let loose and have fun.

You throw on a short red-glittery dress, a bit of makeup, and a bold red lip, paired with black heels. Sylus dresses in a black outfit, similar to his usual taste, but a bit more fancy.

Sylus kneels before you, sliding on your heels as you gently run a hand through his silver hair. He’d never let you put on your own shoes.

“You gonna be okay tonight, Sy?” You speak quietly, knowing he gets overprotective and jealous; you both do. But you both know, no one compares to him, and no one compares to you.

Sylus finishes and straightens up. He looks down at you, taking in how amazing you look. He can’t really help it when his gaze flicks over the length of your dress, but he’s quick to bring it back up to your face.

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you, giving your sides a small squeeze. “You sure this dress isn’t a bit too short?” he teases, trying to mask the hint of possessiveness in his tone.

“I think it’s fine; you sure your shirt needs to be that unbuttoned?” You laugh and he smirks.

“Hey, I thought you liked it like this,” he says, a note of mock offense in his voice.

His shirt is indeed unbuttoned quite low, showing a hint of the toned chest underneath. It’s definitely... distractingly attractive.

He leans in a bit, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. “Are you getting a little protective?”

You shake your head, even though he knows you’re lying, and you chuckle.

“I do like your shirt unbuttoned but… anyway, nope, not getting protective. But we should probably head out, yeah?” You look into his piercing red eyes and they look back at you with desire.

“Mmm, yeah, we should.” Sylus stands and offers his hand out for you. You take it and he leans down and kisses you softly.

Your cheeks heat as he pulls away, the sight of your red lipstick on his soft lips. Laughing, you wipe it off with your thumb.

“Got some of me on ya.” You smile at him, noticing how the lipstick left a stain.

“Not complaining…” Sylus squeezes your hand and leads you out of the hotel before grabbing his car keys and your wallets. His hands are large enough to carry everything.

Once in the car, he starts the engine and you catch him looking at you, of course. His eyes locked on your face and your body. At least what he can see of it.

He’s not subtle about it and memorizes the way your body looks in your tight dress. The way it hugs your curves perfectly was almost sinful.

Finally snapping out of it, he pulls out of the parking spot and drives, the car’s engine rumbling faintly. Sylus looks over at you, his gaze still a bit too intent, before he forces himself to focus on the road.

“You look amazing tonight,” he said, his hand briefly squeezing yours. There’s a hint of possessiveness in his tone, like he’s making sure you know exactly how good you look. “And this dress...” He lets out a low whistle, his eyes flickering down and then back up.

“Thank you babe, but make sure you watch the road too.” You laugh almost immediately.

He joins in, acknowledging your point. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m paying attention to the road; I’m an excellent driver, sweetie.”

But his words soon contradict themselves, his eyes still glancing over at you. You just look so beautiful and he can’t fight the urge to not look at you.

After a few minutes of driving, you finally reach the nightclub. It’s a popular and expensive place, with people lined up at the entrance. Sylus parks the car and walks over to your side to open the door for you.

As you step out, his gaze takes you in again, his eyes darkening with that same possessive glint. He offers you his hand. “Ready to go inside?” he asked, his hand still lingering on your hip, holding you close.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You smile up at him and he feels his heart speed up ever so gently. He knows that this is gonna be one hell of a night.

Sylus’s hand lingers on your hip as you walk toward the entrance of the nightclub. You both join the end of the line, and he stands behind you, his body close, his hand still resting on your hip.

He leans down, lips close to your ear. He murmurs, “You know, it’s going to be pretty packed in there. All those eyes will be on you in that dress.”

“You think so, Sy?” You lift a brow as you look over his form.

“Oh, I know so. You look phenomenal… They can look all they want, but they can’t have you.” He smirks and kisses your temple gently.

We finally get entrance to the club after about five minutes and as soon as we step in the doors, lights and music fill my senses. The bass booms, lights flash, and music blares.

“Sy, we should get a drink first. Loosen us up before we dance.” You smirk and he looks down at you with a raised brow.

“Mmm, you’re gonna get tipsy tonight, aren’t you, sweetie?” He smiles and brings you over to the VIP bar; the bartender makes his way over quickly and smiles at the two of you.

“What can I get for you two?” He lets you guys look over the bottles on the shelf and you nod, taking in the selection.

“Can I get an Old Fashioned?” You speak up and Sylus’ head snaps down almost immediately in shock.

“What; that’s not what you normally do, is it? That’s strong, sweetie.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly shocked by your choice.

And honestly, he has a point; you don’t drink really at all. You only drink when you guys go out on vacations, drinking wine occasionally at the house and restaurants.

You ordered an Old Fashioned to loosen up quicker, but you know once you get one in your system you’ll already be tipsy. You’re used to cosmopolitans when you go out, so this is a strong and bigger change.

“I wanna let loose tonight, baby.” You laugh and he nods slowly, almost filling the need to get you something else. He turns back to the bartender and smiles hesitantly.

“And um… I’ll get a jack and coke.” Sylus settles for less so he can keep watch on you tonight, although he knows Luke and Kieran are on standby if he drinks a bit.

The bartender serves your drinks and you thank him while Sylus nods to him, motioning to open a tab. You sip your drink slowly and wince at the immediate slap in the face it gave you. Your face scrunches up and Sylus nearly spits out his own drink.

“Strong, baby?” He ruffles your hair gently and you nod.

“More than strong, holy shit.” You laugh and sip a bit more, a bit used to the flavor now.

The two of you down nearly half of your drinks and you feel your body warming. You smile to yourself and nod to the music. Sylus watches you silently, admiring you, and watching how much you drink.

Quickly finishing your drink, you place the cup on the bar, and Sylus follows.

“Another?” He squeezes your side and pulls you close to him. His eyes take in your slightly flushed face and he chuckles.

“Mmm, one more for now, and then… We dance!” You shout as the music gets louder, almost calling us to the dance floor.

Sylus laughs at your outburst and the bartender quickly serves another round to you both. You reach into your wallet to pay him and Sylus’ notices.

He places a hand on your wrist, gently pushing it back down and away from the bar. “I’ve got it, babe,” he says, a slightly possessive note in his voice.

He signals for the bartender to add the cost of your drink to his tab, keeping a slight smirk on his face.

“I would’ve paid this round, Sylus.” Your eyes lock on his as he sips his drink, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Like I would’ve ever let you pay for anything in your life. Now take a few sips and let’s dance, baby.” Sylus chuckles and playfully swats your behind.

You take no time to do what he says, your lips already on the glass, drinking some, but not too much.

Setting down your drink on the bar, you try to Sylus and he sets his down as well already knowing. One of your favorite songs was playing, and he knew it was time to dance.

“Let’s dance, let’s dance!” You pull him by his arm and drag him onto the dance floor. The alcohol in your system was helping you loosen up, but you were still sober and aware. What you wanted.

Sylus lets out a small laugh as you drag him onto the dance floor. You firmly grip his arm, determined to dance.

People pack the dance floor; the music is loud, and the strobe lights flicker. He can see a few guys eyeing you out of the corner of his eye, their gazes lingering on your figure in the dress.

He maneuvers you through the crowd, ensuring you’re pressed close to him. His hands rest on your hips, keeping you pressed against him as you dance.

You stand in front of him and dance against him, occasionally grinding to the music. His hands squeeze you and roam your sides while you do so.

He never knew you could dance so well; maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the change in atmosphere, or maybe it was just you.

You grind back against him as you see girls eyeing Sylus like predators ready to attack and you roll your eyes.

Sylus catches your change in movement and looks down at you, an amused smirk on his face.

“Don’t worry about them, babe. They’re not worth paying attention to,” he whispers, his grip on your hips shifting to pull you even closer to him.

“You’re the only one I want…” He murmurs, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the thumping bass. His hand slides from your hip, gently gripping your chin and tilting your face up toward him.

His eyes meet yours, his gaze still filled with that possessive glint, but also with a hint of something else. He studies your face, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip as he drinks in the sight of you.

The strobe lights flicker across your face, highlighting the flush in your cheeks, and he can feel the way your body moves against him, fluid and confident.

“You’re all I need,” he mutters, his voice tinged with a hint of arousal, as well as his possessive tendencies.

You smile, and he smiles back with the same look in his eyes. He lets go of your chin and you drop your head back down, grinding against him with more purpose.

Sylus’ breath hitches and he lets out a low groan. He continues to move with you, his hands firm on your hips, guiding you against him. The music is loud; the air is hot, and the crowded dance floor is spinning with people.

He’s so close to you, his body pressed against yours, but it doesn’t seem to be close enough.

Spinning you around, he makes you face him. His lips parted and his red eyes boring into yours. He moves forward, his mouth meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you closer to him.

He’s been trying to keep himself in check, but the way you’re dancing, the way your body moves against him, it’s driving him insane.

His fingers dig into your flesh as the kiss deepens, his tongue tracing your lips, teasing and demanding at the same time. He presses himself against you, the heat of his body merging with yours, the world around you disappearing for a moment.

You break the kiss, and he groans in annoyance. “Sweetie… Who said we were done?” He chuckles as he pushes your hair out of your face.

Your eyes lock onto the red stain on his lips and you laugh, earlier events repeating itself.

“More lipstick on you.” You giggle and wipe his lip. As you drop back down to your feet, you lock eyes with a girl whose eyes are on Sylus, of course.

“Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Sy.” You roll your eyes, and he looks back to where you’re watching.

He glances over your shoulder and sees the girl you’re referring to; her gaze locked onto him with a mix of curiosity and admiration. He chuckles softly, a hint of arrogance in his expression.

“She’s definitely checking me out,” he admits, his hand giving your hip a little squeeze, as if to remind you he’s yours.

Right when he turns back to face you, she walks over and you feel your blood already rushing to your head.

“No fucking way she’s coming over here. Sylus, I swear I’ll…” You’re cut off as she steps into our bubble.

The girl approaches, her gaze never leaving Sylus. She’s pretty, no doubt about it, but you get the sense that she’s more interested in him than you. She reaches the two of you, her eyes roaming over him with an admiring gaze.

“Hey,” she says, her voice low and sultry, “Haven’t seen you here before...”

You go to speak, and Sylus quickly intervenes, taking the words away. “Yeah, it’s my first time here,” he replies casually, his hand still on your hip. He can feel your tension radiating off of you.

The way she completely ignores you is diabolical.

“Are you here alone?” the girl asks, leaning closer to him. She’s definitely not trying to hide her interest in him.

“Does it fucking look like it?” You finally snap at her and her eyes widen before resuming position, unaffected.

Sylus chuckles softly at your outburst, his arm still wrapped around your waist, his possessive hand still on your hip. He’s clearly enjoying the fact that you’re not taking kindly to this girl trying to flirt with him right in front of you.

The girl looks at you, a hint of annoyance crossing her face, but she continues to focus her attention on Sylus, completely unbothered by your comment.

“No, I’m here with my girlfriend,” he responds, his gaze lingering on you for a moment. He can see the anger in your eyes, and he can feel the possessiveness radiating off of you, and he loves it. He loves that you’re not backing down and letting this girl get the attention she’s seeking from him.

“She looks pretty boring to me,” she says, her voice snide. She’s clearly trying to provoke you, and it’s working. You laugh out of disbelief and shake your head.

“Are you kidding me? Girl, you’re so funny. You should be a comedian!” You laugh and poke at her chest, pushing her back.

Sylus laughs and pulls you closer, enjoying the moment because she’s gotta be insane to think he’d want her.

“I’m just saying you could do better,” she says, her voice still snide. It’s clear that she’s trying to get under your skin, but she’s underestimating how possessive you can be, and how tightly you hold on to Sylus.

“Oh, really, you think he could do better? You think you’re better than me?” You smile and he cuts into conversation.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested. She’s the only girl I could ever want and more. Nothing is better than her, Miss.” He chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, I do. I’m younger, prettier, and bet I’m more fun than you’ll ever be.” She smirks as she takes in your expression.

“Someone get this girl an Oscar for best actress, holy shit.” You laugh loudly and yank Sylus down to your level, your lips immediately locking with his.

He’s shocked at first but instantly kisses you back, knowing your motives. The girl stands there in disbelief until you break the kiss.

“Girl, fuck you. Take your two-dollar clearance dress somewhere else. It doesn’t even fit you.” You smile and wave pettily as you lead Sylus off the dance floor; he follows behind you as he laughs.

You lead him to the VIP section of the club near the bar area. You find an area of secluded rooms for what you assume is for VIP strip dances.

“Mmm, love my jealous girl.” He smiles down at you as you open the door; he follows you in and closes the door behind him. The room is dimly lit, with a plush sofa in the center and a small table with various liqueurs. The loud music from the dance floor is only a faint rumble in here, creating a more intimate atmosphere.

“Sit.” You point to the couch and he can’t help but obey your command. He walks over and takes a seat, the couch soft.

Making himself comfortable, he leans back and spreads his legs slightly. His eyes lock on your body, god how gorgeous you looked. He’d devour you right now if he wanted to, but he’s more curious about what you’re up to.

“So… Did you think she was pretty?” You walk towards him, head tilted, the lights in the room angled perfectly with your face.

Sylus smirks and shakes his head, his gaze running up and down your form, taking in how good you look in that dress. “Not at all. She was nothing compared to you. You’re the only one I want.”

“Do you think you could do better than me?” You move closer and get on your knees, hands coming to the buttons on his shirt. Your eyes locked on him with every movement.

He’s taken aback by your actions, but he’s definitely not complaining. He watches as you kneel in front of him, and he can’t help the stirring in his pants at the sight of you like this.

“There’s no better than you, sweetie,” he says, his voice low with desire. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re the only one for me; you’re my girl. Why I breathe, why I live, you know that.”

“Mmm, suitable answer.” You nod and undo his shirt; his eyes stare into yours while he takes it off completely throwing it nearby.

You place your hands on his thighs, stroking them, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch.

Your touch on his thighs makes him shiver, and he spreads his legs a little more to give you better access. He watches you through hooded eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa as he tries to keep his composure.

“Think she can touch you like this? Like I can Sylus?” You smirk and run your fingers along his inner thighs. He almost doesn’t know what to do; you’ve never been in control before and he’s shocked, but god is he enjoying it…

“No one baby… No one can touch me like you can.” He lets out a low groan as you reach higher and near his bulge. His pants nearly bursting at any moment.

“Think she can please you like I do?” You play with his belt and he lets out a growl.

“Not even close,” he breathes out, his voice low and hoarse with desire. He watches as you play with his belt, his jeans growing more and more tight around his crotch. His mind running a million miles per second, the sight of you and the feel of you overtaking his body.

“No one can touch you like I do..” I whisper, undoing his pants, his jeans growing a little more tight as he watches you.

I giggle and reach into his pants, grabbing his boxers as well, to slide them both off. Sylus lifts his hips to allow you to strip him, his pants now pooling at his ankles before I pull them away.

His cock springs out, tall and ready. Pre-cum drips down his shaft and I nearly salivate at the sight. He was so pretty, every inch of him. He kept himself hairless, and you loved it. 

Smiling up at him, your gaze never leaves his. “No one else, ever,” you say, beginning to place kisses on the insides of his thighs, lips brushing over his skin, soft and slow.

“Baby, please make me yours…” He moans and his cock pulses at the lack of attention. You giggle and finally press a kiss to his tip, your lips now shining with his essence.

Dragging your kisses down a prominent vein, you smile as you watch him; you tease him before taking him in your mouth. A loud groan escapes from his lips and he tangles his hands in your hair.

Sucking him like an expert, his moans fill the room. Your tongue swiping around and your mouth suctioning around him; he’s already close not even 5 minutes later.

“Fuck, sweetie…” is all he gets out, enjoying the bliss you give him. You pull him out of your mouth, slapping his tip against your tongue and he’s sent over the edge.

Sylus moans and pulses as his cum shoots down your throat; he was a taste you craved. He took care of himself and it was obvious he wanted to be the best for you.

“Fuck… You kill me baby, you’re so good to me.” Sylus chuckles as you lick your lips.

“Sit on my face, please.” His words catch you off guard and your eyes widen. His eyes soften, but still obviously full of desire as he begs you.

“Please baby, let me show you how much I love you. How much I crave you, how nothing can ever come close to you, how much I need you.” He goes on and on until you agree, a smirk on his face.

You strip slowly, teasing him. Your eyes roam his body, watching how he hardens once again at the sight of you bare.

“So beautiful, baby…” Sylus moves to get up and you shake your head, he immediately stills.

“No Sylus, just get comfortable, so I can join you.” You smile and he nods, getting into a comfortable position on the couch.

Luckily, the couch is big enough for the two of you to fit. “Then c’mon,” he says, his voice rough. “Pretty girl...”

He lays down and props himself up on his elbows, his cock bobbing against his stomach while he waits.

You move yourself on top of him, and hover over his face. The alcohol wearing off but still making you confident enough to have him do this for the first time.

He gasps as you move over him, your body so close to his face. He can smell your scent, the sweet and intoxicating smell that is all you, and he can’t help but crave more. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

You’ve never sat on anyone’s face before, so you feel embarrassed. You feel his eyes burning through you. But before you can change your mind, he pulls you down to his mouth, and he dives in.

Sylus moans against you and it sends vibrations through your body; he’s in heaven. You were everything he needed, and he finally has you here on his tongue.

His nose lined up perfectly with your clit; it applies the right amount of pleasure and you moan as he fucks you with his mouth.

He situated you, so he could reach your clit and it earns a moan from the both of you. Pleasure everywhere all at once.

He laps at your cunt, his tongue moving slowly and softly to taste all of you. He lets out another soft moan, his body tensing with pleasure as he experiences you this intimately. His grip on your hips tightens, as if trying to hold you closer to him.

Sylus grips you and grinds you against his mouth and nose, the pleasure filling your body, your legs trembling.

He’s eager, he’s hungry, he’s found his oasis.

He guides your hips, creating a slow, sensual rhythm that makes your head spin. His hands are steady and confident, their grip on your hips tightening as he directs you. His groans continue to send shivers and vibrations through your body.

“Sylus, mmm… I can’t.” You whine as your stomach tightens; he laps at you with fervor, determined to make you cum.

He continues his movements until you’re a blubbering, pooling mess. Your body shakes as he laps at your sweetness, the taste of you on his tongue. 

He doesn’t let up just yet; he keeps up the movement and the pressure, savoring the taste until he finally lets you go, his grip on your hips loosening.

You move off him, and onto his lap as he lays there. Sylus licks his lips and smirks before sitting up and wrapping his arms around you.

“Mmm, I didn’t get to fuck you sweetie…” He kisses your neck gently and you whine. Hands sliding to your hips, he quickly lifts you and aligns you with his cock.

His strength belying the desire and need he has for you. He can’t wait to feel you around him, and his hands are trembling as he holds you, his body trembling with need. “You’re all I need… all I want,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire as he slides you onto him.

You wince and feel tears prick your eyes as he stretches you wide; the air leaving your lungs at the fullness.

He fills you to the brim, finally bottoming out. Sylus’ head falls back onto the couch as he slowly moves you up and down.

“You feel so good baby, so fuckin’ good…” He moans and you moan in response. Your moans overtake the room, music still heard from down the hall.

Your hands grip his shoulders as he moves you quicker. “So big Sylus… Ah fuck…” you whine and he nods.

“Mmm, I know, baby.” He leans forward and latches onto a nipple, biting and sucking it, sending you into a frenzy.

Everything he did was like magic.

He pulled away with a pop and watches while he bounces you. “I love you… No one comes close to you. I’ll prove it to you every day of my life, sweetie.”

He nods at his own words; in this moment he wants you to feel everything. He moves even faster, his hips lift to meet yours with just as much intensity. It’s desperate and needy, his grip on your hips tightening as he feels you gripping him; he just wants you to feel everything.

Your body warms again. You can’t hold back the moans anymore, and you let them escape my mouth. Still trying to hold on to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up. You feel pressure building inside, and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

“Sy… I think I’m close.” You whine and nearly give out.

Sylus senses the shift in you and knows you’re close to the edge. He keeps the pace, his hand sliding up to the small of your back, and holding your body closer to his.

“Yeah… me too…” he grunts out, his voice low and ragged. “I can feel it.”

You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders a bit more, and gripping onto him even tighter. You feel you’re losing control.

Looking down into his eyes, you see the same desire and need that’s on your own. It’s overwhelming, and you cannot speak.

Sylus looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and he can see the intensity of the need and desire that’s coursing through you both. He can feel you clenching around him, and the look on your face tells him you’re close.

He can barely gasp out, “Let go, cum on my cock pretty girl…”

And that was all it took to send you over the edge once more; simple words of praise from his lips.

You shake and moan his name as you cum for the second time, your walls squeezing him.

Your release is all he needs to finish, too. He grips you tight, his body tensing as he finishes; he can barely hold himself and he lets out a deep moan as he comes.

He can’t see anything but you, he can’t hear anything but you, he can’t feel anything but you. His hands are gripping your hips tight, and he’s breathing heavily as he looks up at you, his eyes still dark with desire. He thrusts through the high until he finally stills your womb full.

Your body is shaking, your limbs are trembling a bit as you try to catch my breath. You look down at him, his face is flushed and his eyes staring at me, but all you see is the satisfied smile on his face.

You laugh a bit, because this man is the man that has your heart, your soul, the man that knows you to the core…

Sylus is still smiling, but his chest is still heaving, and you can tell he’s still trying to regain his composure. He keeps his hands on your hips, though his grip has loosened; he stares up at you, his eyes roaming your face.

He can’t seem to look away, and he just lets out a soft laugh. “Babe…” he whispers, his voice low.

You laugh again too and face palm jokingly before sliding off of him. He laughs with you, his eyes crinkling as he takes in your flushed face. He can’t help but find your reaction amused and endearing.

“What’s the face palm for?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.

“All that because I was jealous…” You giggle and stand, throwing on your clothes.

He chuckles, still sitting on the couch, his body a mix of spent energy and satisfaction. He watches you as you get dressed, noting the way you move, the sound of your laughter still lingering in the air.

“Jealousy has its perks,” he teases, a smirk on his face.

“Mmm, guess so.” You nod, and he stands up as well to throw on his clothes as well. I slide my dress on quickly as he dresses fast.

“So what are you gonna do about your little fan, girl?” You chuckle and step towards him after he finishes dressing.

His hands wrap around you and he leans down to kiss you deeply. His lips are a warm reminder of who he belongs to, and vice versa.

“Kick her out.” Sylus smirks as he pulls away, and you raise a brow.

What does he mean he’d kick her out? How could a customer kick someone out of a club?

“What?” You chuckle, and he holds his expression.

“Oh, kitten, now is a good time to tell you I own this place. And all these VIP rooms are just for us,” he gives a cocky smile.

“You own this place?!” You swat his chest and he snorts.

“Of course, I wouldn’t just bring you to a random club in a foreign country without having ties to it.” He smiles and squeezes your cheek.

“Of course…” you grumble and smile up at him.

He takes your hand and leads you to the door before looking back at you.

“Now let’s dance and kick that girl out.” Sylus smirks and you two leave the room.

You spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking more; someone immediately kicked that girl out, and the two of you enjoyed the rest of your vacation.

[cuteandhughesy]

Wait if your still doing your 1000 special could I get 4. Voice notes they send you with Jarvis? I feel like they would be so funny and random but also very loving 💕 congrats btw

vol 2 prompt no. 4: voice notes they send you

very soon after getting into a relationship with seth jarvis, you learned he wasn’t a big texter. it made sense—he was always busy at the rink or gym, and most of the time was too busy to take the time to sit and respond to a variety of questions and messages from multiple people.

but, he never wanted to leave you hanging. instead of texting you, seth was favourable to sending voice notes. and let’s just say 9 times out out 10, they were nothing but utter nonsense.

one: i saw this uhm.. (a pause while the sound of gym equipment echos in the background) toy on amazon this morning, and I think echo would really like it. it’s got this like furry tail and it zips around all by itself. anyways, didn’t want to forgot so thought i’d shoot you a message. OH, and also let’s have fish tacos for dinner

two: svechy just tried to tell me white chocolate was better than milk chocolate. can you fucking believe that baby?

three: I think we should get a couple goldfish

other time though, seth was more sincere and gentle with his voice notes. usually after a rough game, half way across the country—sitting in some hotel bed with his voice tucked next to his head on the pillow. talking to you through a voice note like you’re there with him.

four: hey honey, I know you probably watched the game tonight and saw that hit. I also know you’re probably worried but i’m okay. I stared at a picture of you and instantly became healed (you can hear his boyish smirk) anyways, you’re probably sleeping but just wanted to say I love you and miss you and—(voice note ends as andrei throws a pillow at him)

five: I was thinking when I get back from the roady that we should check out one of the new places downtown. I need to spend some time with my girl. are you feeling more italian or something different?

six: they’re playing reruns of friends on the hotel tv, and it made me think of you.

seven: got those goals for you baby (winks even though you can’t see him)

and then sometimes he’s just a little shit with his voice notes. and you’d never admit it though, but they’re usually you’re favourites—because they’re just so seth.

eight: babe, you left your bra at my place (teammates whistling loudly in the background, teasing him) just wanted to let you know. I know it’s your favourite. see you later

nine: i’m so fucking hard right now babe. I can’t wait to get home and fuck you

ten: have you heard that new drake song? shots kinda tough

eleven: can you come open your door? i’ll be there in 2 minutes and i’ve got dinner and flowers

—

(unedited)

[jyoongim]

A Deal With God

Themes: fem!reader, Morningstar!reader, Angst, mention of character death, secrets, religious themeAlastor being Alastor, fluff, slight smut, deal-making,  soul possession, Lilith a shitty mother/wife/sister, established relationship, difficult family dynamic, there’s a trope in here I just don’t know what to call it?

Chapter 1

chapter 2

You had ordered Niffty that some rooms needed to be spruced up and took the liberty to tidy up the lobby yourself.

You hummed to the sound of the song playing on the radio as you neatly stacked whatever plans Charlie was coming up with in the night.

Charlie.

Your heart ached for the Princess.

After Lilith left, the Princess had founded a hotel to help redeem the souls of the damned.

You were unsure of her plan, but you could never deny her.

damn those puppy eyes.

So here you were, seven years later, helping your niece with her wild endeavor.

But you weren’t alone; 

“Aaahh just the doll I wanted to see!” A radio-like voice chirped.

Alastor.

You smiled in greeting to the lanky demon.

Alastor, the famed and fearsome Radio Demon.

You were a bit skeptical when he showed up at your door, but when he offered to help Charlie you took him in.

Who were you to say no to help? You needed the extra hands.

”Hello Al, did you need something?” The tall demon smiled down at you as he shook his head.

”Nooo just thought I would check in. How’s Charlie’s new plan along?” You laughed “ooh their a coming thats for sure” nodding towards the board she had made the other night.

An idea popped into your head “Why don’t you make a commercial Al ” He went to make a comment, but you interrupted him “A proper commercial. The sinners need to know the benefits of the hotel and that there is hope”

you waltz up to him, a soft smile on your as you batted your eyes at him ”pretty please?” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He hummed, seeming to mull over the thought, chuckling

”fine fine”

You grinned “Thank you”

He whistled as he walked out the room, you smiled after him, getting back to your task.

Your phone ringed and you answered without seeing who called. “Hello?”

A nervous laugh responded “Heeeyyy bitch”

Lucifer.

You rolled your eyes “Hello to you too Luci ”

He groaned at the nickname.

”Ugghh so hows things been….” He wanted something.

“Whaaaaat? N-Nothing what makes you think I want something?” 

he couldn’t see your face, but you were making a pointed face.

”Okay okay its just- hows-hows Charlie?” He asked.

You frowned “Charlie is fine, through it wouldn’t hurt if you came by and saw your daughter Luci”

You hadn’t forgave him for setting Charlie up to chat with Heaven months ago when he should have been the one to settle things between them.

Charlie might have a optimistic view of the world, but she lacked experience. You should have been the one to be at that meeting.

But nevertheless.

”I-I don’t know about that…” he trailed off. But you were quick to fix that avoidant nature of his.

”Come to the hotel. Come see what your daughter is trying to do. No one would take this seriously if the King doesn’t approve himself. If not that, just come see your daughter Luci, she needs more than just me around” you felt bad for guilting him but this had to be done.

Charlie was growing into an excellent leader, you were sure she would make a great queen one day.

”so you’ll be here tomorrow? Great see you then. And don’t forget…I can see you so don’t make me drag your ass here tata”

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Charlie had gathered everyone to the lobby to come up with ways to recruit sinners to the hotel.

 Charlie was nothing if a perfectionist and always took on more than she could chew.

”Hey babe maybe its time to use some of that royal privilege” Vaggie suggested, she gave a quick look in your direction, making Charlie shake her head feverishly

”no no no my auntie has already done so much! I can’t ask her to do anything else”

You smiled, but chimed in to support Vaggie “She’s right Charlie.” Your niece gawked at you.

You approached her, slipping a arm around her shoulder in comfort “Now I know it’s been rough and weird between you and your father buuuuuuut I took the liberty in inviting him here” she groaned “what? Noooooooo” you shushed her whining

“Now now you’ll get to show him that what you’ve been doing is good for the kingdom. That your heart’s in the right place. He’ll help I promise”

Charlie rested her head on your shoulder, groaning in defeat

”w-when will he be here?”

”Oh in a hour”

”WHAT?!”

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“OH Charlie its so good to see you!” Lucifer exclaimed pulling his daughter into a tight hug.

You smiled, giggling as Charlie choked out a response to her father. You pulled him away from her, giving him a hug

”Nice to see you too Luci” the King blushed and looked around.

”sooooo this is what you two have been up to? It sure got some….character ” he said nervously.

“Well we had some help” you gestured to Alastor. Lucifer eyes narrowed slightly “uuuhhh hhhuuuhh suuurre and who might you be?” Alastor eye twitched before quickly shaking his hand “Alastor! Pleasure to meet you sir… I must say you are…much unimpressive than what I imagined” he mused, causing the man to deadpan.

You cleared your throat “Alastor here has been a tremendous help with the hotel. I don’t know what we would have done without him” you praised.

Lucifer growled as Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into his side.

Alastor sneered at the monarch “Aaah yes what creative ladies I have here. I am HAPPY to fulfill any wish they desire” he grinned down at you, giving you a slight squeeze.

”hmmmm sister dear why don’t you show me around” he whacked Alastor’s hand with his cane and pulled your arm away from him with a tight smile.

Charlie and Alastor followed the two of you as you gave a quick briefing of the hotel, letting Charlie take over and show her dad around.

You sighed happily, it was nice to see Charlie interact with her dad. You hoped that he would see the big picture and offer her some guidance and support.

You leaned your head against Alastor’s shoulder, turning to return to the lobby

”Let’s leave those two to catch up shall we?”

He huffed but followed you anyway.

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“Well it is a very good plan b-but I don’t know Charlie” Lucifer sighed. Charlie’s face dropped. “Daaad this is the only way to prove to Heaven that sinners deserve a second chance”

Lucifer looked away from his daughter “Charlie you don’t understand-” she huffed,frustrated “what don’t I understand?  That my own father don’t believe in me? If Auntie can why can’t you?” She was holding back tears.

You were on the fence at first too, but you were willing to help her out. You supported her crazy ideas and even encouraged that she gave it her all. 

Yes it might have been far fetched,  but you believed that Charlie could do what Lucifer could not.

”Heaven wont listen to you Charlie! They didn’t listen to me. What makes you think you can change their minds?” 

You knew it was a tough question.

Charlie didn’t know the hardship of how Heaven operated.

How much Lucifer had spent centuries trying to convince them that humanity was capable of doing amazing things.

Hell, if sinners had mortal souls why couldn’t they change after death?

But you knew. Heaven was convinced that the rules were black and white. Hell was made to punish the most severe sinners.

of course this is flawed for several reasons

Hell was a punishment to all who fell.

Lucifer knew this.

But why couldn’t things change?

Charlie turned to you, a look of frustration and sadness on her face. You intervened. “Luci just one meeting. One meeting with Heaven so Charlie can at least try. I know you can’t see that things could change, but think about the possibility. Why should a sinner be damned if there’s a second chance? Heaven shouldn’t be able to decide what a person’s soul is capable of”

Lucifer sighed.

You always had a way of making him see possibilities in things.

If you believed in Charlie, then that must have meant…

”what are the odds in this succeeding” he asked you

You blinked. 

You knew what he was asking.

Your sight of everything was always nearly right.

”Theres a few bumps to sort out, but it’ll be fine” you said.

he grimaced.

”Ill even go to Heaven with her” you offered.

Charlie was going to need all the backup she needed up there.

Angels could be a piece of work.

Lucifer sighed, before turning to his daughter “Fine. One meeting-” Charlie launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his small frame and she jumped around

”thank you thank you thank you!”

He smiled, returning her hug.

Charlie ran off to find Vaggie and tell her while you watched Lucifer.

”It wont stop anything” he said as you ushered him into the office.

You hummed, pouring a cup of tea as you looked out the window into the city on the horizon.

”You don’t know that” you whispered.

Silence filled the air between the two of you.

”H-have you…you know” he started to say nervously

You turned to him, seeing him fiddle with his wedding ring.

Your stomach curled.

”what” you growled out unintentionally 

he swallowed “Have you seen Lilith?”

You stilled. Your wrist burned in warning

promise me

”I can’t tell you that” you said curtly.

Lucifer glared at you “you’ve been saying that for years!”

”and you always get the same response” you said back

He stood up and angrily approached you.

”Have you no shame? I know you. You can’t lie to me!” He was starting to raise his voice

”Luci calm dow-” 

“NO! You can see everything! Everything and everyone! so tell me sister have you seen my wife…have you seen Lilith?!”

he was grabbing your arms, shaking.

You hated the look of despair on his face, hoping that you would at least tell him something.

But your wrist burned at his question, and your anger of being put in such a predicament got the better of you.

You hissed at him “No.” you held his glare, before he sighed letting you go. He ran a hand through his hair, backing away from you “Im sorry i-i didn’t mean that”

You clicked your tongue at him sighing

”Oh Luci…” you cupped his cheek, you couldn’t tell him where she was, no Lilith made sure of that,but you could show what you’ve seen.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as flashes of his wife appeared in his mind. He didn’t know where she was,but she seemed…happy.

”I know you worry about Charlie but I will never let anything happen to her. Heaven can act all high and mighty, but surely someone up there will see reason” you said to him, breaking him out of his trance.

He shook his head slightly, giving you a soft smile, nodding.

“Sooooo you and that bellhop…” he wiggled his eyebrows at you teasingly. You tensed, looking away embarrassed. He laughed “Oh? Shy? Not you” you glared at him, folding your arms across your chest in defense “w-what? Theres nothing wrong with me trying to pursue someone” you grumbled. Lucifer smiled. It was cute at how flush you were. 

You were always the serious one.

Never really doing things for yourself.

You always held duty and responsibility above all things.

So seeing you blush over some tacky, old times fuck  guy was refreshing.

So he teased “Oooh no the Queen can do anything or anyone she likes”

You growled at him, making him laugh harder as he gave you a hug and bid you goodbye as he teleported, leaving you with your thoughts.

“Well that was interesting” you whipped around to see Alastor walking from the shadows.

You laughed nervously, “Alastor! I didn’t hear you come in…how muuuch of that did you hear?”

He smiled down at you, tilting his head “ooooh nothing I wont repeat my dear” he tapped your nose.

He rested a hand on your lower back to escort you to your room like a proper gentleman.

He kissed you goodnight before venturing off to his radio tower. He had to organize some of his thoughts.

Alastor knew you were powerful he admits only that! but he hadn’t expected you to be the Queen of Hell itself.

Yes you were the Princess’s aunt but he just chalked it up to you just having power by blood alone.

The Queen of Hell….hmph. 

Pride swelled in his chest at the thought as well as a wicked smile graced his lips His darling was one of the most powerful in all of Hell that gave him a power trip and a lingering thought

How the fuck were you the Queen? 

Just how powerful were you?

And one last thought before he turned on his broadcast

How could he use that power you wielded?

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Give us 22 with our boy osamu 😭🌷

22 with osamu… comfort 🥺

Your nails dig into your palms as you stare, blankly, at the book in front of you. You haven’t absorbed a word in the past twelve minutes, and it’s a book you haven’t touched in months. You should feel invested.

But you don’t. And it’s killing you.

You’re not quite sure why, but the happy whistling coming from Osamu has a well of tears flooding to your waterline, the books words start melting together and your breathing picks up at his happy, “hey baby.”

When you ignore him, you feel his gaze bore into you. “Uhh… babe? You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“You… positive?” He says, and you screw your eyes shut. “I don’t want to prod you, but you seem tense, and I don’t like it for you.”

“Im fine, Osamu,” you grit your teeth. The next thing you know, a cup of juice gets placed next to your book, and he’s next to you, a warm hand on your back as he rubs soothing circles and god, you don’t want to take this out on him. Not when he treats you so good, not when he cares so much about you.

Not when you can’t do anything right, and yet he’s right there to love you.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, and you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. “Please? Let me in.”

You take a deep breath in and can’t help the wobbling in your voice, “I can’t… even… read correctly.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t read correctly!” You repeat, this time in a sob as you throw yourself into osamu’s stomach, his head immediately cradling the back of your head. “I’ve been trying and trying for the past twelve minutes, and I’ve retained none of it! My back hurts and my eyes keep vibrating, and I can’t even read correctly, for the love of god!”

He shushed you softly as his thumb gingerly rubs over your head, letting you cry it out for a bit in his shirt. You feel his breath pattern even out as an attempt to encourage you to do the same. You finally are able to stop crying long enough to breath, and he clears his throat.

“Are you doing your best?” He asks.

“What?” You ask.

“Are you doing your best right now?”

He’s not talking about reading. His words are carefully crafted to not just be about reading, and you wail into his stomach again. You nod, and he clicks his tongue, “then that’s okay. It’s okay to feel frustrated right now. But you know how to read, baby. You know how to open a book and retain every word that’s printed- you know that.”

You nod against him, and he continues, “you’re doing your best right now, and that’s plenty. I’m proud of you for all you’re doing. It’s enough- I promise you.”

“I don’t feel like it is,” you sniffle. “I don’t feel like it is enough.”

“It’s plenty,” he repeats. “Dont sabotage yourself into thinking otherwise.”

“Okay,” you whimper. You pull back to flick your eyes up at him, “I want to stop reading, please.”

He chuckles and grabs your bookmark to slip into the page, “what do you want to do?”

“I want to stay here, and cry more.”

“I can do that,” he promises, fixing his stance to be firmer and he guides you to rest your head back on his stomach. “Anything, for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Any time, babe. You know that.”

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Lia wälti x sick reader , reader comes down with a stomach bug on the coach home from an away game. Wally looks after her on the journey home and then the weekend off they have together

Thank you for this request! Hope this is what you wanted.

Warnings: swearing.

Lia Walti x sick reader!:

An unwell afternoon.

Sunday, 3rd November, 13:45pm.

The team was sorrowful and content with the draw against Manchester United. They didn’t win but they didn’t lose. The locker room bounced with talks on how the team played so good.

Y/n was sat down at the bench that is infront of her cubby. Her head in her hands, leaning towards. Her hands covering her ears as an slight ringing noise echoed through each ear.

Y/n came off the bench at the 76th minute. She told Renee she couldn’t play much but didn’t tell anyone else. In the morning, Y/n felt ill, ill like an headache and a slight fever. She didn’t want anyone to worry and still wanted to play today, but she knew she couldn’t play the full 90 minutes. Didn’t want to push herself too much to make it worse.

The girls knew something was wrong, especially her girlfriend, Lia. When Y/n came onto the pitch her normal behaviour that she has on the pitch seemed to fade a lot during game. You can say Lia is definitely concerned. Lia hasn’t took her eyes off Y/n ever since the full time whistle blew.

Her cubby in across from her girlfriend’s. Steph Catley, trying to strike up a conversation with her but Lia paying no attention to it. Her eyes strongly on Y/n.

“Lia…Lia?” Steph says, shaking Lia’s shoulder breaking Lia out of her trance.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… fine it’s just- didn’t Y/n seem a little out of it today?” Lia asks, her eyes finally ripping away from her girlfriend to the Australian captain.

“Yeah, but every player has an off game, Wally.” Steph tells her, her hand resting on Lia’s shoulder in a comfort way.

“Yeah, I guess. Though, look at her. She’s not herself at all!” Lia whispers, her hand motioning to Y/n who still has her head in her hands.

“I guess.” Steph says, shrugging her shoulders. “Go and talk to her, then.”

Lia immediately jumped up from her seat. Carefully waking to Y/n, sitting down next to her. Y/n hearing someone sit down next to her, her head pops up turning to meet a worried but steady smile from her girlfriend.

Lia immediately sees discomfort in Y/n’s eyes. “Babe, what’s wrong. And before you say nothing, I know it’s nothing.”

Y/n chuckles, knowing straight well that Lia can see right through her. “Just a little poorly, that’s all.”

Lia immediately puts the back of her hand on Y/n forehead. “Jesus, Y/n your burning up.”

“I did just play 15 minutes of football-“ Y/n says, shrugging her shoulders.

“No, no, you have a fever.” Lia states quite loudly then Y/n wanted her too.

Kim, the captain hears this. “Wait, you do? And you played football? Y/n, you can’t do that-“

“Shut up! You’re making my fucking head worse!” Y/n shouts, but then immediately regrets it. “Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Lia rubs her girlfriend’s shoulder whispers softly in her ear. “It’s okay. Let’s head home now, okay?”

Y/n nods her head, cuddling into Lia. Renee comes over after hearing this commotion. “Hey, Y/n my best bet for you is to rest up, okay? Don’t worry about next training session.”

Y/n nods her head, mumbling an thank you. Renee calls everyone that the bus back will be leaving soon and that they all should get ready.

Lia grabs all of Y/n’s stuff. Y/n tried to help pick things off but was immediately turned away from Lia.

Everyone walks onto the bus. Lia immediately gives Y/n the window seat. Seating down. Caitlin and Katie the opposite to them, talking away to each other.

Y/n rests her head against the window. Lia kisses her on the head. “Go to sleep, darling.”

“Mkay.” Y/n mumbles, now resting her head on her girlfriend shoulder, who lets her do so.

Soon Y/n and Lia arrived back to there house after an hour later. Going to the emirates then to home.

Lia was in the shower while Y/n was cuddled up in bed on her phone just scrolling through. The door to the bathroom opens, Lia comes out in just a towel. In which Y/n would whistle too but her energy being drained from the match and being sick.

Lia dresses into her pyjamas, carefully entering the bed next to Y/n. Then softly grabbing her phone out of her hands.

“Hey-?”

“You will get an even more headache.”

Y/n pouts, before sighing knowing Lia will easily win she gets comfortable in bed.

Lia shakes her head, smiling. She kisses her girlfriend on her head turning off their lamp. “You wanna chill and watch movies together tomorrow?”

“That sounds nice.”

“It’s a plan.”

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02/13/25; 10:41pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they’re your puppy boyfriends ]

featuring: daniel park and jay hong

when daniel park first confessed his feelings for you, you were over the moon at having such a cute boy blushing at the mere sight of you!

due to how he was severely bullied in the past, he still lacked confidence when it came to talking to you, often being a left a suffering mess each time you directed your smile at him.

knowing that you could never reject him, you simply intertwine your fingers together with his, watching with amusement each time his cheeks begin to turn a rosier hue simply because of your mere touch.

always willing to protect you and make you happy, he gives off chocolate labrador vibes, remaining by your side with a wide grin on his face.

all you have ever known when it came to daniel was his soft and patient side…

so when he sees someone hitting on you, you were surprised to see a side of him that you have never seen before…

you were supposed to meet your boyfriend in front of the movie theater, yet just received a text from him stating how he’d be a little late. you let out a gentle huff, knowing that your boyfriend could be a goof while losing track of time.

instead, you text him back with a gentle smile gracing your features, telling him that it was okay and that you’d be waiting for him. he sends you a plethora of kissy emojis, making you smile as you placed a heart stamp on each message.

while you were busy chatting with your boyfriend, your body stiffens upon hearing the sounds of a low whistle approaching you. “damn baby, you’re looking real fine in that skirt and blouse. why are you standing all alone?”

you glare at the guy with spiky hair, ignoring his flirtatious words while stomping inside the theater, “i’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

he lets out a bark of laughter, hands gripping at your wrist as he prevented you from moving forward. “heh, that’s what they all say, just some paper thin excuse because they know they can’t handle me.”

you nearly gag in response, lifting a hand to slap him when he captures it, “ooh, you’re a feisty one. i like it.”

“let her go.” daniel’s deep voice sounded like a growl, with his eyes darkening with growing fury at the sight of you trapped within that man’s arms. relief courses through your veins, with you meeting daniel’s gaze, his eyes burning with anger towards the bastard who dared to hit on you. “what?! are you kidding me, that toothpick is your man! HAHAHA! how laugh-“

yet he was unable to say another word when daniel takes a single step forward before placing a fist swiftly down his head, knocking him out within mere seconds. once you were finally relinquished from his hold, daniel wraps an arm around your shoulder (almost possessive with how tight it felt) you were left gaping at your boyfriend, seeing the anger disappear within his gaze as he smiles brightly at you (giving off cute labrador vibes with his tongue hanging out).

“hey babe, sorry for being late! i hope you didn’t wait too long.” actively ignoring the fact that he had just knocked someone out, daniel enters the theaters with you-

and you found yourself falling even deeper for your dorky boyfriend, trembling with excitement at the fact that he knew how to fight and protect you.

before he could purchase your movie tickets, you grip at the collar of his shirt, bringing his head down to kiss him fully while basking in his blushing face and stutters of your name.

jay hong is definitely your golden retriever boyfriend!!

being born with a silver spoon in his hand, he’s always willing to spoil you with anything that you desire! he can and WILL buy the whole world for you if you so much as asked!

you saw a cute bracelet? bought within minutes thanks to your boyfriend and his sleek black credit card.

you smiled at a gorgeous bouquet on display at the florist? jay has already walked into the store to buy you that exact bouquet.

and despite how he always kept his eyes hidden, you never once minded that fact, often pressing kisses against his hair while threading your fingers through such silken locks.

he enjoys laying back against your lap, taking a nap while basking in your warmth. there truly wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you…

today, you felt the inspiration to draw strike you, and you wanted to use jay as your muse. while in class, you made him sit back on his desk, wanting to sketch his likeness as you assorted your colored pencils together.

he remains still, looking out the window while allowing you to do as you please. your sketch was coming along nicely, and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. from the look of things, jay was close to dozing off from sitting still for so long.

setting aside your sketchbook, you giggle while gently brushing back his hair, seeing his chest rise and fall in tune to his breathing. your eyes were narrowed in response to his sleeping features, with you leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

however, what you weren’t expecting was for jay to kiss you back.

you gasp at the sensation, feeling jay’s smirk against your lips when he slots them perfectly against yours. he scoots back his chair, placing you fully on his lap as you were left feeling dizzy at the sudden display of affection.

when the need for air proved to be too much, you pull away from the kiss first. “n-no fair, i thought you were sleeping.” you tell him with a pout, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

his rich laughter fills at your ears, and you allow jay to press a kiss against your hair. “sorry, i couldn’t help it. i was getting bored of you sketching and wanted to catch your attention. i knew you couldn’t resist giving sleeping beauty a kiss.”

before you could protest, jay swiftly leans down to swallow your words with yet another kiss, successfully making you forget your train of thought as you kissed him beneath the warmth of the sunlight.

end notes: 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶 unedited and it might be ooc since this is my first time writing for lookism characters

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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Matt was on edge. Reasonably so, he had been nervous all day. Well, after I had confessed to him what I was planning on doing. 

My high school experience was filled with not much of a social life. I didn’t really sneak out, I didn’t really do anything. Now finally having the opportunities, I wanted to take advantage and live life. 

Alcohol was a sensitive subject, seeming how it had so poorly affected my life due to the man I used to call my father. But, I was done living in fear. I was done not living just because I didn’t wanna somehow turn out like him. 

I wasn’t him. I knew that. Seeing all my new LA friends go out and party and let loose was exhilarating. I didn’t feel left out, I felt excited. 

Dancing on tables, poor slurred words we would all recall and laugh about, and of course–drunk texts. There was a lot that went on as soon as any sort of drink made them the tiniest bit of loopy. 

As we stepped into the party, Matt had asked me the same question over and over again. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? If it’s because of peer pressure, I mean, I don’t even drink and–”

Placing a hand on his chest, I give him an exaggerated sigh that falls into a laugh. “Matt. I know. I want to do it because I want to do it. Nothing else. Okay?” he nods his head hesitantly, gripping my hand firm as he guides us through the familiar mansion belonging to one of his friends. 

As we step through the threshold to the kitchen, I see red solo cups and bottles sprawled on practically every inch of the counter. A wave of pink hair catches my eye.

“Oh my god, hey!” Ray climbs down from her seat on the counter, stumbling over and wrapping her arms around me. 

I laugh at her clumsiness. Wrapping my arms around her, I see the girls behind her all offer excited waves and hollers. 

“Damn, Matt. Your girl looking like a snack!” Ella whistles. 

Matt tugs an arm around my shoulder, nuzzling his cheek onto the top of my head. 

“I know, she’s so fucking pretty, isn’t she?” he responds teasingly. 

I roll my eyes, blushing as the girls exchange knowing glances. Standing up straighter, I curve my elbow to hang onto Matt’s hand slung on top of my shoulders. 

“You still want to drink? Matt, are you gonna too?” Ray asks. 

I nod my head eagerly as Ray reaches behind on the counter. 

“Nope. I don’t drink. Plus, I gotta make sure all of you keep my girl out of your shenanigans.” he says pointedly. 

Ella holds her hands up defensively before cupping her hands around my cheeks. “Yeah, yeah. Look how cute she is! She can’t get into any trouble!” she exclaims. 

I laugh as she scrunches her nose at me like an elderly woman admiring their grandchild. 

“What do you wanna start off with, babes? I was thinking something mixed with soda since you never stop drinking goddamn Rootbeer.” Ray half-jokes. 

Matt shrugs his arm around me inwards and towards his side. Ella drops her hands, following behind to Ray as I lean into him. 

“She’s my girl, what do you expect?” he admires fondly while gleaming down at me with soft eyes. 

My cheeks curl into a smile at his proud tone. I lean my head onto his shoulder, watching as Ray and Ella giggle. Ray pours a glass bottle of vodka into a shot glass, letting it fall into a red solo cup. Ella pops open a can of Rootbeer, handing it to Ray as she pours the majority of it into the cup. 

“You come to me for anything though, okay? I…can’t I just stay with you?” Matt whines. 

Letting out a giggle, I push off his chest. “No, we already talked about this! You have fun with your friends and I’ll have fun with mine!” Matt reaches out for my hands, but I simply rub swiftly over his shoulder, watching the frown deepen on his face. “--we’re in the same house, Matt! I,” I let my tone drop more seriously, “I’ll be okay.” I breathe out. 

Matt sighs, nodding before pulling me into a tight embrace. “Be safe and come and get me–or text or call me. I’ll probably be in the same place as always, okay?” he mutters into my ear. 

I feel his arms squeeze tighter. I heave out from the pressure, rubbing soothingly on his back as his embrace relaxes. “I will. Now,” I push him back, pointing to the direction of the room he had always drifted to to play random games with his friends. “--go have fun!” I direct firmly with a smile. 

Mat pecks at my cheek while grabbing onto my waist. “I will. You too,” he starts walking off, but turns over his shoulder to point between Ray, Ella, and I. “--but not too much fun, got it? I don’t need any handcuffs on my girl if it isn’t from me.” he jokes. 

My cheeks burn from embarrassment as the girls hoot from behind me, nudging playfully at my shoulders. I lick over my teeth as I shoot him a glare. 

“I hate you.” I jokingly mouth. 

Matt blows an air kiss at me, his fingers tracing a heart in the air. “I love you too.” he mouths back. 

The wordless exchange has me biting on my tongue with a giddy excitement. As I feel a cup being pushed into my hands, I see Ray biting back a smile. 

“Shut up.” I mumble with pursed lips. 

Ray snickers. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till you're drunk and tell me all about how he uses handcuffs on ya, babe. Just you wait.” she remarks. 

I clutch the cup tighter in my grip, bringing the rim to my lips. As I let a gulp of liquid into my mouth, my tongue flinches from the burn after swallowing. 

Noticing this, Ray laughs. She grabs the can of Rootbeer from the counter, pouring more into my cup. “Here, it’ll make it less strong.” she points out. 

I nod, holding back a cough as she dumps another large portion of the soda into the cup. As she sets the can down, I take another large gulp. It burns less and somehow the diluted hand sanitizer soothes the itch in my throat. 

“Thank you.” I strain out. 

Ella giggles while walking up to my side. She takes a shot of something, immediately gulping down the soda from a can in her other hand. Ray walks over to me, laughing as Ella scrunches her face in pain. “Anytime. Just let me know if you want another, we definitely gotta pace you.” she laughs out. 

Ella nods agreeingly, looking as if she had just had lemon juice squirted into her mouth. “Yep, goddamn that never gets easier for me.” she claims. 

Ray and I exchange a glance before laughing. Ella lets out a playful noise, acting offended. “Wow, my friends are laughing at me, how endearing!” she exclaims dramatically. This makes us laugh harder. Ella lightly pushes back my shoulder with her hand. “I’d like to see you do it, bitch!” she jokes, the smile cracking through her scowl. 

I grab onto her hand as Ray dramatically waves her hands in the air. “Fuck no. I ain’t getting her boyfriend interrogating my ass. She’s getting vodka and soda only. I mean, Matt apparently has handcuffs...wouldn't want to get her in any trouble…” she mutters into her drink. 

“Oh my god, shut up about the handcuffs!” I exclaim with a shriek of embarrassment. 

The pair exchange a snicker before nodding with pursed lips. 

“Whatever you say…” Ella leads off in a sing-song tone. 

Rolling my eyes, I take another gulp of my drink. 

_

The amount of red solo cups littered around the mansion was a crime practically. A couple had belonged to me, now sticky with the remnants of soda and vodka. I wasn’t sure how many were my own doing, but for some reason, I felt obligated to pick them all up. 

Chaos had created disaster and for once I openly welcomed it when I wasn’t focused on the red cups sprawled along the floor. As I threw another cup into the stack I had gathered on the floor, I feel Ella lazily place her weight onto my side, sending us both tumbling to the ground in a fit of giggles. 

“Why are you cleaning cupsssss?” She asks with half-lidded eyes. 

My neck falls limply to the side as my eyes strain to focus on her. “I,” the single word is interrupted by light laughs, “I don’t knowww! What if it was mine? I don’t wanna litter!” I pronounce. 

The liquor in my drink was undetectable by my thoughtless mind as I drank it faster and faster. Ray had gone to the bathroom with some of the other girls, leaving Ella and I to our own disaster against gravity. 

“You guys need help? I can kinda stand, I think.” A girl announces, kneeling by us. 

As she offers a hand, I reach out, missing poorly and accidentally landing my palm on her leg. We both roll into a fit of laughs as she tries to grab onto my hand. Successfully, my body weight lays limp as she attempts to help me up. 

“I don’t know if I can–ah!” a loud huff of air expels from her and onto me as her weight comes crashing down. Ella laughs, still helplessly laying on my lap as the new girl rests on my shoulder and slides to lay her head on the ground next to me. 

“Well, so much for that.” she jokes. 

My gut starts to ache from the giggles, but the more we laugh–the more I can’t stop. 

“Want some?” the girl offers a plastic bag of gummies in front of me. 

My eyes widen as I gasp with excitement. I snatch a red gummy bear. “I LOVE GUMMY BEARS! Thank you, oh my god!” I exclaim, plopping the candy into my mouth. 

The taste of it settles disappointingly. Sweet soda and the burn from vodka has made the flavor dull. I frowned as I chewed on it. 

“It doesn’t taste very good.” I remark. 

All the sudden, I feel Ella dart up from my lap. She looks down at me concerned. I swallow the sad candy as her eyes look between the plastic bag in the girls hands and then back to me. 

“Wait, don’t–fuck, did you swallow?” she asks, her words slightly less slurred. 

I nod with furrowed eyebrows. She sighs, her hand rubbing over her eyes with frustration. 

“What? You know I like gummy bears, why wouldn’t I–”

“It’s weed.” she points out, cutting me off. 

My eyes go wide. I look over to the new girl. She nods, confirming the statement. 

“You gave me weed?” I ask, my heart suddenly starting to feel heavy. 

“You took it, I just offered.” she points out. 

Laying back on the floor, I cover my face with my hands. “I thought they were gummy bears, why would I think they were weed? God, fuck! What do I do? Matt’s gonna kill me.” I whine out. 

My brain struggles to apprehend the situation, sitting in pure frustration. 

“It’s in a clear bag and who the fuck brings gummy bears to a party like this?” the girl retorts with a giggle. 

I can’t help but laugh at her statement, reviewing the pure thoughtlessness with disbelief. “God, you’re right.” I express through huffs of laughter. “--it’s my first time drinking and I’ve never felt more…” I trail off, unable to find the words.

“--careless?” the girl says. I nod as I lazily let my head sway on the ground, balance becoming a distant thought. “Haha, I know, isn’t it great? The weed just makes it 10x better,” she says.

My eyes go wide with the reminder of the weed that was in my system. Darting for my phone, I look down to see Ella sitting up with her back against the bottom of the couch. Her hand covers her face as she talks into a phone placed against her ear. I recognize the baby blue phone case decorated with a polaroid of Matt. 

She takes the phone away from her ear, her thumb and pointer finger soothing into the bridge of her nose. “Matt’s coming. Fuck, he’s gonna be so mad at everyone. He literally said if we let you get hurt he’d–”

I cut her off, tears flooding into my eyes. “Is he gonna be mad at me?” I ask. 

Ella looks at me and lets out a disappointed huff. “I don’t know, probably not–”

Tuning out her words, I close my eyes tightly as hot tears cause an overwhelming sensation of sadness. 

He’s gonna be mad at me. 

He’s almost never mad at me. 

I can’t even take care of myself. I’m making him leave his friends. He’s gonna hate me. 

My thoughts are strung out by a helpless loop of short breaths. 

As I feel a familiar calloused hand clasp around my knee, I uncover my face to see Matt’s blurry face and fluffy hair. With a whine, I let my hands suffocate over my face again. 

“--baby? What’s up?” I hear him ask. 

I just shake my head, unwilling to even uncover my face. 

“She accidentally took an edible. I’m sorry, I was watching her–”

“Are you fucking kidding?” I hear him snap back  at Ella. 

“I know, I’m sorry, it–” 

Matt doesn’t let her finish explaining as he pulls me up and into his chest. “--how long ago? Do you think I could…?” 

I don’t hear a response to the unfinished question. Instead, I feel Matt guide me up to my feet and towards the bathroom. As we pass Ray and her friends shoving out of the small room, she stops and looks at us, her face falling with concern. 

“Is everything okay–”

“Don’t. I trusted you to look after her and now I have to make her throw up an edible. I can’t believe you think you're a good friend. It was supposed to be her first time drinking, not getting twisted. I just, I can’t.” he lectures. 

“I’m sorry, I just went to–”

Another sentence unfinished as I feel Matt walk us into the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. “I don’t care for your excuses of being a fucking excuse of a friend, Ray. Go party and do whatever like you usually do. I don’t give a fuck.” he spits. 

As the door to the bathroom shuts, the hot tears escape down my cheek. 

He’s mad.

I hear Matt let out a frustrated sigh, pulling away from his hold around my body. Noticing this, his head snaps towards me. His eyes frown while his lips part open. 

“Hey, I know you don’t like throwing up, but we have to, okay?” 

Shaking my head, I try to back away from him. I trip over my steps, but Matt pulls me in against him. He soothes a hand over the side of my head. 

“I know, but we gotta get it out of you. I’ll do it for you, don’t worry. I,” I tug aggressively at his hold on me. He reluctantly lets go, still holding onto my elbow to support my balance. “Hey–what’s up? I know you probably can’t think straight and shit, but just trust me, okay?” he asks. 

He frowns as I shake my head, more tears spilling out and down my cheeks. A hot steady stream leaves a thin layer of sweat starting to coat my forehead. 

“We have to do this before it truly settles in. Do you not want me to do it?” he asks.

“I,” I gasp for air, pulling a strand of hair out from my mouth. “--you’re mad at me. I’m sorry, I thought it–I thought it was just a dumb gummy bear!” I cry out. 

Matt’s face softens with relief. I furrow my face in confusion at his shift in behavior. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not mad at you–”

“Yes you are!” I cut off. “You’ve snapped at everyone else and I…I don’t think my brain can handle it if you snap at me too, Matt. I’ll do it myself, I–I–” 

Matt pulls me into a hug, soothing his palms over my back. 

“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at your friends,” he breathes out. “Your stupid fucking friends that let you take an edible and–sorry. I know you’re already struggling.” He pulls away, grasping me by the shoulders.

My watery eyes look up at him. “We have to do this. I’ll do it for you, I know how much you hate throwing up…” he trails off. 

__

“There you go,” he soothes. He wipes my mouth with toilet paper, flushing the toilet. 

I gasp while sniffling, my throat burning from the contents forcing themselves out of my stomach. I hear the bathroom faucet running, looking up to see Matt washing off his hands thoroughly. 

“Thank you.” I heave out sadly. 

Matt’s eyes meet mine through the mirror. He turns off the facet, wiping his hands off and turning towards me. He tilts his head with a sympathetic expression. 

“Hey,” he crouches down by my side, pulling me into his chest with a hand clasped around my head. “--I just want you to be okay no matter what.” he embroiders his hands through my hair as I take deep breaths. “--I’d do anything for you. Anything.” he announces, a kiss gently placed on the top of my head. 

I let out a small giggle, wincing as my throat contests in pain. 

“What are you laughing at, huh?” he asks, pulling away to look down at me. 

“When you apologize to my friends,” I cover my mouth as a snort escapes my mouth. Matt smiles down at me with furrowed brows. “--they’re gonna tease you about the handcuff shit. I may or may not have told them–” 

“UGH!” he groans out. 

I laugh at his reaction, soothing a hand on his shoulder. “--’m sorry.” I express quietly. 

Matt shakes his head before looking back down at me. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

A moment of silence passes as I bathe in his loving gaze. 

“--but, fucking dammit, baby. They’re never gonna let that go. How much did you tell them?” 

At my expression, he blinks slowly. 

“I love you?” I say, sounding like an insecure question accompanied by a smile. 

Matt’s eyes dart up to mine, squinting playfully. “I hate you too, sweetheart.” he says, planting a kiss on my temple as I recall the familiar exchange of words from earlier. 

I rest further into his embrace as he hugs me back into his chest. “I’m just kidding, I love you.” he breathes out. 

“I know.” 

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Fallout Characters' Lover's Embrace Quotes -- Extras

(Original ask): Hello 😊 I absolutely adore everything you do for the characters you write for! You get the interactions and such perfect every time I read something new 💕 I have a personal headcanon, not full blown request if you don't want it to be, question for you. If you could romance the companions in New Vegas like in 4, what would some of their lovers embrace quotes be? I love how you think and can't wait to hear what ideas you have for any of the characters ❤ have a good day

So I didn't actually get any requests for these specific characters that I can remember, but I had this in my WIPs folder, and had a good time looking back on them, so here they are!

As always, if you would like me to add any characters to this, please let me know, and I'll be happy to 😊

Also, here's a link to my first Lover's Embrace Quotes post with the FO3 and FNV Companions.

Just a heads up, too, a bit of nsfw below the cut (nothing explicit, but definitely some implicit stuffs).

Fallout 4:

Codsworth: 

“Prepared to face the day, sir/madam?”

“Oh my, now that was exciting!” 

“Your hair, sir/miss. Allow me to fix it for you?” 

“Good morning, sir/madam!” 

“My, you are truly amazing, my sweet.” 

Deacon:

“Whoa, when did you get here?” 

“Up for one more round? No?... Yes?”

“Just another minute. Then we can kick some ass or whatever.”

“Gooood morning! And it is a beautiful day out in the Commonwealth, the weather is looking mighty fine in this– Oh, you’re up? Okay, just making sure.” 

“Up and at ‘em, right boss?” 

“Wow. That was fun.” 

Maxson:

“Sleep well?” 

“I’ll take that over morning drills any day. No, I don’t need you to tell Kells that.” 

“Head’s still swimming…” 

“Don’t make me get up, not yet.” 

“Damn… Incredible.” 

Nick:

“Can’t take my eyes off you….” 

“Ain’t I the luckiest synth there is?” 

“Say… where’d my cuffs get off to, doll? May need ‘em for later.” 

"Well, that's one way to get the coolant pumping." (I know this is already a line of his, but I mean come on. It's too good not to use)

“What do you say, about ready to go?” 

“That sure was somethin’, sweetheart.”

Sturges:

“Mornin’ gorgeous/handsome.” 

“Ain’t nothin’ better than wakin’ up like that.” 

“You really are incredible, you know that?” 

“What a perfect way to start my day… wakin’ up next to you.”

“*whistles* That was somethin,’ baby.”

X6-88:

“Good morning, ma’am/sir.” 

“Awake quite yet?” 

“Damn.” 

“Sleep well, ma’am/sir?”

“I… Didn’t know I could feel like that…” 

Fallout 3:

Mr. Burke: 

“I suppose there are worse ways to wake up.” 

“Care for some coffee?” 

“Just a moment more, sweet one.” 

“Ahh, you vixen/scoundrel.”

“Just turn over. It can’t be time yet.” 

Harkness: 

“Starting our day off right, I see.”

“It can’t really be time to get up, can it?” 

“Mm, good morning…”

“What’re you… Oh? Well, a few more minutes, then.” 

“Babe, have you seen my handcuffs?”

Sarah Lyons: 

“Up and at ‘em. Come on.” 

“Oh, good, you’re finally up.” 

“The others better not have heard us.” 

“Quit your groaning, it’s not that early.” 

“Best to have a shower after all that.” 

Fallout New Vegas:

Benny: 

“Ring-a-ding, baby. Time to rise.” 

“Easy there, squeeze. Save some for tonight.” 

“Can’t be time yet. Stay here awhile, lemme hold ya.” 

“Geeze baby, you wear me out.” 

“24-karate, pussy cat. Just platinum...” 

Colonel Hsu:  

"Right, then... Up we get."

“Well… that was an excellent performance. Top marks from me, private.”

“Rise and shine, love.” 

“Now that was worth waking for at this hour.” 

“Wish we had a few more moments…”

Joshua Graham:

“Just… divine.” 

“Care to pray with me this morning?” 

“Wake up, dear one.” 

“Praise be to Him who lights the sky…” 

“Ahh… still, your love heals me.” 

Ulysses: 

"Be slow, beloved. We can take our time."

“Another sunrise…”

“Time to wake.” 

“So… It wasn’t a dream. Hm.” 

*huffing* “Need another rest after that.” 

Victor: 

“Shoo, didn’t know you had that in ya.” 

“Where to today, pardner?”

“You look like I dug ya outta that grave again, hehe. Only teasin’.”

“Well, how-dy.” 

“Mornin,’ pardner. How’d you sleep?” 

Vulpes:

“Awake at last? Good.” 

“Mm. Expect the same from me tonight, courier.” 

“Ave, amica mea.” 

“Ah, to hear my name sound from your lips… A fine sound this morning.” 

“Expergiscimini. The sun has risen.” 

Yes Man: 

“Wow, Six, that was the best way to start the day!”

“I sure am glad to have you by my side.” 

“Rise and shine!” 

“What a great morning it is!”

“Boy, that sure was fun! Ready to make a difference today?” 

[ronearoundblindly]

Your days were short, but packed full of work, which was strategic. Because by the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to go straight to bed. And the sooner you got to bed, the sooner you could see Jake, your fiancé, in your dreams. That was the only place, these days, since he’d been away for weeks on a mission that popped up out of the blue. No contact, as per usual. Longer sleeps meant longer dreams with him, but when you walked through the door, tossing your keys down on the entryway table, you weren’t sure if you had somehow already drifted off when you heard the shower running. It was paired with two combat boots kicked off at the end of the hall, and a light humming drifting through the living room you were walking through quickly to verify your suspicions. He was really home.

I'm ready. Let's do this!!! (There is no shirtless-Jake gif and I am SAD.)

Warnings for oral (m receiving), because Lexi is thirsty for shower sex apparently, and some dirty talk (petname of 'babe'). MINORS DNI. There is plenty of all-ages content on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for everyone! WC 805

A high-pitched scream whistles over the fssst of running shower. It’s so subtle Jake doesn’t notice until the thud of front door hits a low note.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, racing to rinse shampoo from his hair and suds off his face.

He grabs the safety bar with a washcloth slung over it and then juts his hand past the curtain to clasp the towel rack, barely in time to brace for the onslaught.

“JAKIE!!!!!”

The plastic shower curtain and its castors are yanked aside, and you squeal in delight, hopping over the lip of the tub—fully-clothed,—throwing your arms around his neck.

One of his feet slips under the weight.

“Hey, babe,” he says into your shoulder of still-dry cotton.

You pull back and smile. At least, he’s fairly certain you’re smiling. You’re blurry, and he’s a bit blind without his glasses.

He can hear you whine just fine though. “Too long, Jake. Way too long.”

Your hands are petting down his naked body, so Jake keeps holding onto the bars for dear life, trying not to eat shit on the slick floor. You continue anyway, fingertips tracing his abs, the cut of his hip, the happy trail he trimmed less than ten minutes ago.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m sorry for—“ he giggles when you pinch at the tender spot on his side “—got, I mean, we got waylaid. The team…hi."

You wiggle closer, soaked through now, leaning into him and peering up through your lashes.

A goofy grin stretches across his face. "Hi there, cutie.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, waiting for his nod. “I love you, but I don’t care. No team talk. No tech talk. Just be home, okay?”

Jake groans obscenely when your hand wraps around his length.

You maintain glassy eye contact. “Been dreaming about this. You miss me, too, big guy? Huh? Ready to come home?”

“Ah fuuuck,” he grunts. “Yes. So ready. Shit…”

It has been too long. Jake climbs so high so fast, he’s dizzy, watching you sink to your knees and take his rapidly hardening cock into your mouth.

“Babe, not gonna—uhnn, Jesus—not gonna last.”

And that was before your other hand started gently rolling his balls!

You can’t judge him for this, right? It’s reasonable he blows his load in three minutes flat when he’s been waiting to fuck you for weeks, isn't it? He even planned to rub one out in the shower to prepare, but here you are, eager and sucking him so perfectly.

You pop off of the head of his dick only for a moment.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

The words are a fierce challenge he’s all-too-willing to accept, so he all but begs for your touch again, one hand finally leaving the towel rack to cup the back of your neck.

“Close,” he gasps. “Just like that.”

Jake’s had his share of dreams, too. None of them hold a candle to the real thing. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the tap of your nose to his pubes as you take him as deep as you can, the vibration of a pleasured hums from behind your tongue while you lick patterns along the underside of his cock; he’s done for.

He manages only ascending “oh Oh OH”s in lieu of a coherent warning, but to his sweet lady, it’s obvious. His hips fuck forward that tiny bit more, and Jake curls his torso in ecstasy, clenching his grip into your hair for a split-second before relaxing.

His long, devastating moan starts just as the first spurt of cum hits your lips.

His thighs shake while Jake babbles how much he loves you. He can’t help but get sappy when you make him feel so amazing, giving him this attention and devotion and, yeah, being a horny gremlin like he is.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, finished at last, home at last.

You turn in the stream of water, spitting down the drain.

Jake helps you stand and hurries to get your wet clothes off only to haul you flush to his body and kiss you.

He’s soft with these, lazy and unhurried, nuzzling your cheek, capturing you over and over for kisses that say ‘I missed you,’ ‘I love you,’ and ‘I need you.’ He hums happily when your hands stop roaming his back and begin playing with his hair.

You’re imitating how he spikes it with product, gently tugging at the frosted tips.

He lets you go to stand under the water he fears might go cold soon.

“Am I beautiful?” Jake preens, his own hands notching at your waist and squeezing instinctively.

He knows how to make you laugh just as much as you know how to make him laugh. Equally, he knows how to make you come, too.

“Alright, dirty girl, how am I repaying the favor?”

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: no clue whether this is any good. might be stunted. might come back to edit it. maybe. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[pitchprowler27]

Hearts On The Sidelines Part 4

“Sooo are you going to tell me why you look like shit or are we going to continue to pussy foot around it?” Bobby flopped down next to her. The two were hanging out at Ellie’s apartment after a rare day off. Ellie hadn’t been sleeping since she ran into Mitch. She can’t stop having nightmares about her time overseas. She can’t sleep for more then two hours at a time before she’s riddled with endless dreams - memories of her times trying to save everyone. Waking up in a pile of her own sweat, heart beating out of control and just lying in paralyzing fear. She would take running on empty if it meant not having to feel so out of control. 

“Can we just enjoy each others company without having to have a heart to heart?” Ellie tucked her legs up and covered herself with a blanket. Bobby is just staring at her blankly knowing that uncomfortable silence was Ellie’s Kryptonite. She stared back trying not to let the uneasiness take a hold of her like it usually does. “Come on Bob” She dragged out. She really didn’t want to talk about this. “How about we talk about how I got Leah’s number instead.” 

Bobby’s jaw drops to the ground when she says that. He gets a weird creepy smile on his face that can only mean trouble. “I’ll let you off the hook for now but yes tell me everything.” 

Ellie goes into great detail, well really the cliff notes version, of the nights events. She leaves out the part of running into Mitch and her emotional break down in front of her crush. Bobby is shocked that Ellie had such confidence. He too is happy that they had a soup sandwich week and she was able to capitalize on this. By the time Ellie was done telling her friend about everything that happened he was still wearing a shit eating grin. He grabbed Ellie by the shoulders and was shaking her back and forth. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“Alright alright alright that’s enough. Do I even wanna know how your night was the other night?” 

“Honey your little prude ears would fall off if I tell you the dirty things that man did to me. I’m still shitting out his juniors if you know what I mean.” He smirked over his cup of coffee knowing his words were going to gross Ellie out. 

It did because she slapped him on the chest “Ew Bobby you’re disgusting.” Before the two could continue their conversations Ellie’s phone buzzed signaling she got a texted message. Thankfully it was from the girl she had been thinking of. 

Leah: Hey pretty girl, any chance you want to get coffee Wednesday morning? 

Ellie had to stop herself from screaming but her face betrayed her, she was blushing. Even after Ellie was weird at the club Leah still wanted to see her. Karma was real.

Ellie: Yes! Just name a time and place. 

Leah: Roasted at 8?

Ellie groaned knowing that she worked Tuesday night until 7am but she would do anything to see the other girl again. Bobby looked over her shoulder and saw the message and grimaced for his friend. He knew that she wouldn’t say no to her. He just gave her shoulder a supportive squeeze.  

Ellie: Sounds like a date 

Ellie: I mean plan, sounds like a plan. 

Leah: Oh no pretty girl you got it right the first time.

Bobby let out a low whistle “Okay Eleanor who knew you had it in you.” Ellie grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it “I just hope you don't get fucked at work and you’re miserable like you usually are when you run on no sleep.” 

“I am not MISERABLE after working over nights.” 

“Ellie…babe…come on” Bobby again hit her with that dead stare that made Ellie agree that maybe she was a little miserable when she was tired or finishing an overnight shift. 

“Who knows maybe It wont be busy and it’ll be an easy OT shift. I’ll get a little sleep and be the perfect peach on this date.”

———————————————————————————————————————

She did not get any sleep, it was not an easy OT shift and Ellie felt dead on her feet. As she stared at herself in the locker room mirror she wondered if it was too late to cancel. It was already 730 and she already squeezed herself into jeans, it was indeed to late to cancel. Splashing some cold water on her face in hopes to wake herself up was a last ditch effort. Ellie has on a pair of simple blue jeans and a paramedic hoodie. Her hair is up in a bun that is somewhere between messy and put together. She didn’t look to bad but the bags under her eyes were very telling of how tired she was. 

She slaps herself on the face once, lets out a deep breath and grabs her keys. The drive over was only seven minutes but to Ellie it felt like the longest seven minutes of her life. She was exhausted and her body was betraying her excitement of seeing the blonde. Its been a few days since she seen Leah and she’s kind of craving seeing the other girl. Theres something about her that she can’t put her finger on quiet yet. She’s captivating. She has caught Ellie’s attention and she wants more of the older girl. 

She parks her car and heads over to Roasted. She takes one final deep breath before she opens the door to the cafe. Ellie’s tired eyes scan the small establishment and sees Leah sitting in the corner. Her tired legs drag her over to the other girl and if Ellie wasn’t so tired she’d be starstruck by how beautifully attractive Leah looked. She too was wearing some light colored jeans, a white t-shirt and an Arsenal letterman jacket. Her hair was down and looked effortless. She looked perfect. 

By the time Ellie made her way over to her Leah stood up to greet her. “Hey pretty girl, I’m happy you were able to meet me. I didn’t order anything yet I was waiting for you.” She gestured towards the counter signaling for Ellie to walk over. Ellie turned and then looked back at Leah waiting for her brain to catch up with what was just said. Leah is looking at her expectantly, the look making Ellie finally move. As she’s headed to the counter she feels Leah’s hand rest on the small of her back guiding her to the counter. The action immediately makes her get butterflies Something so simple shouldn’t make her heart race but it does. 

When they get to the counter Ellie orders an a quad shot of espresso over ice with milk. Leah raises her eyebrows in surprise but doesn’t say anything. Like the true gentlewoman she is Leah pays and they sit down with their coffee. As soon they are sitting Ellie’s anxiety immediately spikes. Reality of the situation has set in. Here she was on a date with the girl she’s been swooning over for a few weeks. Not just any girl but someone Ellie undoubtedly finds attractive. 

“Sooo…” Ellie is looking anywhere but Leah, and if she was she would see the amused look she’s wearing. One she often wears when she is with the smaller girl. 

“What’s the matter Ellie? You gone back to being my shy girl again?” She coyly asks the girl across from her. She smirks when she sees the heat rising in her cheeks. 

“I am not shy!” 

“I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for all the Green Tea shots you had you wouldn’t have danced with me the other night.” 

“That’s not true either!” Ellie knows that it is 10000% true. She would’ve stayed clear from the other girl if it wasn’t for the liquor running through her veins. “Maybe its like 5% true.” 

That earns Ellie a laugh and she smiles in turn. She never thought she was unintentionally funny before. Everyone usually always comments on how shy and awkward she is. Excluding bobby no one thought she was known for being humorous.

“So tell me pretty girl how is it you save lives but can’t hold a conversation with little old me?” 

“That is so different” She just raises her eyebrow as if telling her to go on. “Saving someones life is predictable. Theres protocols, rules, structure that you can follow. Of course there’s the unknowns but there’s almost always an answer.” Ellie is flinging her hands around as she’s speaking not really paying attention. “You are the other hand are….so you.” 

Leah leans back in the chair lacing her fingers behind her back sizing Ellie up like she’s her next meal. If Ellie was speaking her truth it was fucking hot. The endless confidence just oozing from her was infuriating but went straight to her core. Ellie would not mind being Leah’s next meal. “Whats so bad about me pretty girl.” 

“You’re hot” Ellie blurts out and instantly is redder then Arsenal’s jerseys. She covers her face with her hands and mumbles out a “fuck”. In hindsight she should’ve known coming here right after working 12 hours with no sleep was a bad idea. She may still be awkward but her ability to filter out her words has been lost. “I mean, yes you are hot but. You’re you and I’m…” 

“Also hot?” She raises her eyebrow daring her to argue with her. “Don’t sell yourself short pretty girl. You are also not too hard on the eyes, but please, do continue saying how hot you think I am.” 

She once again flushes with heat in her cheeks. She knows inherently she isn’t doing anything wrong because Leah seems to enjoy the banter but she feels like she’s messing up. “You’re a world class football star and I’m just a paramedic” 

“Just?!” Leah leans forward instantly appalled that she would say such a thing. “Ellie you literally save lives I kick a football around for a living.” 

She waves her off not wanting the attention on her. They continue to go about their morning date without stress. Of course Ellie is awkward and rambles about silly facts or random thoughts. She may or may not have told the blonde in front of her she has nice hand veins. It wasn’t long until Ellie could feel the fatigue start to take its hold on her. The pressure she felt on top of her eyes and she was trying, but failing, at hiding all the yawns. Leah caught on very quickly and was eyeing her up. Realization dawned on her and she reached out grabbing one of Ellie’s hands. “Did you work last night?” 

She slowly blinked and thought about how to answer the question. “I mean some would say I was working last night yes.” 

“Ellie!” She admonishes. “Why didn’t you say anything! We didn’t have to do this today.” She was not impressed that the girl in front of her should be sleeping and not downing insane amounts of coffee to stay awake just to talk to her. 

“Because I wanted to see you.” Ellie was looking at her drink that sat on the table not wanting to see Leah’s reaction. 

“Pretty girl we could’ve done this anytime.” 

“Oh yes because our schedules are so flexible.” Again, it earns her a laugh from the blonde. “I also wanted you to kiss me..” She mumbles out that part almost hoping she doesn’t hear but Leah hears everything. A knowing smirk was painted across her face. 

“Come on I’ll walk you home, no way you can drive. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a good night kiss.” 

On their walk back to Ellie’s apartment it was met with a sense of ease about them. Their fingers kept brushing against one another, Leah linked their fingers together like it was second nature. Ellie prays her hands don’t get clammy but she knows theres a high chance that they will. Leah shares fond memories of her childhood with Ellie who smiles and nods along. She isn’t as forth coming with personal information but the other doesn’t mind. When Leah walks her to the door Ellie is rocking back and forth on her heals. 

“Is there something you want to say pretty girl?” Leah asks looking down at Ellie. She damn well knows what Ellie wants but wants to hear her ask. 

“Leah…” 

“What can I do for you beautiful?” She tucks a strand of stray hair behind Ellie’s ear. She cups her cheek and her thumb gently rubs against it. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what you want.” 

Ellie wants to roll her eyes but she can’t deny that its hot. Everything Leah does is attractive. She feels small under the blondes intense stare but can’t help but want more of her. “I want you to kiss me.” 

Leah starts to lean in slowly giving Ellie all the time in the world to back away. Her lips gently capture Ellie’s in a tender kiss. It sends shivers down her spine and heat to her core. She’s never been kissed like this. With such passion and tender care. Leah deepens the kiss not ready to part from the smaller girl. Her hand is still on her cheek and the other goes to her waist taking full control of the kiss. When they finally break apart Ellie is seeing stars staring at Leah like she hung them one by one in the sky. 

Leah has this soft tender look on her face with a hint of a smirk, “How was that?”

“Yep” Ellie is smiling and nodding her head. Not many thoughts going through her head. A mix between fatigue and dazzlement from the kiss. 

“A woman a few words Ellie girl and I couldn’t ‘ask for anything else.” She kisses her on the forehead and takes a few steps away from the door. “Get some sleep and text me when you wake up pretty girl.” She turns to walk away but thinks better of it, facing the younger girl again “Until next time pretty girl. Can’t wait to see what you beg for next.” 

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

TAKE CARE OF YOU [7]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 2,800

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: this one is on the shorter side, but I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing (ironically I wrote this while on a plane to my conference/vacation). The Las Vegas trip will all be one large chapter (someone asked if I was gonna split that into parts, but I won't). Part 8 will just be viva las vegas the entire time, baby.]

07: BEING VULNERABLE SUCKS ASS

"i don't have an explanation as to how you pull me in, you just do. you've always had a gravity that i've never been able to overcome." -JmStorm

The cost of a mani-pedi never seemed worth it to you in the past. You saved your money for other more necessary things like bills and groceries. Sitting in the padded chair with your feet resting in the heated water of the foot bath, you realized how much you had been missing out on. 

“I can’t believe that bitch showed up where you work.” Nima scoffed. She sat in the chair beside you with her feet in her own bath. You had used Joel’s money to pay for her to get a mani-pedi as well and that made you happier than the treatment itself. Over the years, Nima would pay for meals and drinks and times the two of you went out and she always did it nonchalantly and in a way that never felt like charity. It felt good to be able to buy her something for once. “How did she even find you?”

You shrugged, “No idea. Sugar baby grapevine?”

“Bitches do be talking.” Nima hummed. You chuckled and leaned back in your seat. This spa offered mimosas and you held your empty flute. Nima picked up her phone to shoot off a message before turning to look at you. “So? Viva las Vegas, baby. You excited?”

“Yeah,” You nodded once then tilted your head with a slight wince, “Well, I mean, I’m kind of nervous too. This is my first time going away with him. He’s stuck with me for a full 72 hours.” Once you started talking you found all your bottled worries spilling out. “What if he thinks I’m annoying and gets tired of me? I’m too scared to ask him if we’re staying in the same room or a different room because I don’t know what I want the answer to be. If he says no then I’ll be disappointed and worry that he is getting sick of me, but if he says yes then I’ll panic⏤ Is he not the man I thought he was and he’s expecting something from me? Or what if it is innocent and he got me a second bed, but then he hears me snore and thinks it’s gross?” You paused to catch your breath and realized Nima was just blankly staring at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

Nima shook her head. “Nothing.” She looked past you and raised a hand to catch the attention of an employee. “Hi! Yes, we need more alcohol please. As soon as possible.” You groaned and hung your head. Nima let out a low whistle. “Is that what your brain sounds like all the time? Jesus, babe.”

“I know I’m overthinking.” You admitted. A woman came by with a champagne bottle and you thanked her after she filled your glass⏤ turning down the juice she offered with it. You took a long sip. “I like him.” Nima’s eyes widened. “Yeah, yeah, you were right, okay? I… I like him. A lot.” A hand drifted up to hold the sunflower charm on your new necklace between your fingers. Tomorrow morning you’d be boarding a private jet with Joel and you’d be spending the weekend with a guy you were seriously crushing on. “I know it’s so stupid to start falling for a guy who is literally paying me to hang around him…”

Nima sighed, “Oh, babe.”

“This is the first time I’ve felt like this since… since Nathan.” You said. At the mention of you ex-boyfriend’s name, Nima’s eyebrows furrowed in pain. You didn’t often mention him, hardly said his name, and it was in part because just the thought of him hurt. Whether he meant to or not, Nathan made you feel like you had not been enough. Joel made you feel worthy. You hadn’t even realized that the hole Nathan left in your heart had been so deep until Joel began to fill it with care. “Maybe I shouldn’t go…”

Nima reached out and grasped your wrist. “No. You have to.”

“You told me liking him was a bad idea.”

“I know, but…” Nima shrugged. “You seem happier these days. Relaxed. I can’t tell you if this is going to end well or not, I have no idea, but… even if this is just some kind of emotional rebound, I think it’s good for you.” You gave her a small smile and Nima squeezed your wrist. “Nathan was a tool. You deserve to be happy. Even if happy comes in the form of a cowboy sugar daddy.”

You chuckled at her phrasing. Joel did make you happy. The negative, anxiety riddled part of your brain screamed that being a sugar baby was hardly the same thing as being loved. However, for the first time in your life you were choosing to ignore the logistics of the scenario and just focus on how you felt. 

“I keep telling myself to just be like you.” You admitted and Nima’s eyes widened. You chuckled and shrugged. “You’re never scared, Nima, and I feel… I feel like I’m always scared. You just explore love, guns a’blazing, and I wish⏤ I wish I could do that.”

Nima turned so fast in her seat that water sloshed out of the foot bath. She frowned, “Are you kidding me?? Of course, I’m scared! Loving someone, opening up yourself to be loved, is the scariest thing anyone could ever do.” Her lips pressed together and she reached out so both her hands held tight to yours. “So, don’t stress yourself out over it. How you feel is totally normal. Being vulnerable sucks ass.”

You shot her a firm smile as a few employees came over to discuss any specific nail styles you may want. Worrying about it too much would only ruin the trip. You had already come this far⏤ may as well keep jumping in head first.

It had been ages since you’ve flown, literal years, and never had it been in a private jet. Standing on the tarmac watching part of the flight crew roll your bags to be loaded, you just stared. Eventually, a large hand settled in the middle of your back. Joel saddled up beside you and he offered you a small smile.

“You gonna board or just stare at it all day, darlin?” He chuckled. He wore one of his suits, but he had already stripped of his coat. 

You nodded, “Yeah, sorry, I just can’t believe I’m about to board a private jet.” Without preamble or question, Joel’s hand slipped from your back to slide down your arm and tangle his fingers with yours. It was almost a habit now for Joel to take your hand. He led you toward the jet. “Do you always ride in style like this?”

“Not always.” Joel replied. “But I will say that ridin’ like this has spoiled me of public airlines.”

“No kidding.” You chuckled and Joel motioned for you to walk up the stairs to the jet’s door first. He followed only a step behind, hand not leaving yours. The inside of the jet was simple but luxurious. Couches rather than single seats and one side had a booth like table. “I can’t imagine going from this to Spirit airlines.”

Joel snorted behind you and stepped around you so he could lead you toward one of the couches. “If you think I’m ever gonna let you fly Spirit, sugar, you’re crazy.”

You sat down and your eyebrows lifted when Joel walked toward the back rather than sit beside you. He briefly disappeared from sight, it sounded like he was speaking to an attendant, and you took that time to gaze around the plush interior of the jet. This was your life for now. It felt like a dream.

Joel walked back and he had two champagne flutes. Your lips pulled up into a grin as he settled right beside you and offered you a flute. “For the pretty lady.”

“Why thank you.” You chuckled. The two of you lightly clinked your glasses together before sipping at it. Despite the jet having, ample space, Joel sat close enough to drape his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “How long is this flight?”

“A little over an hour or so.”

“Oh, that’s not bad.” You hummed. “Is anyone else flying with us?”

Joel shook his head. “Tess is gonna meet us there on day two, and Tommy never comes to the Vegas conference.”

“Why?” You asked then paused. “To both situations.”

Joel chuckled. “Day one is kind of pointless for us to be there. All the work and meetings my company is involved in starts day two.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Then how come we’re going for day one?”

Joel shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “I figured it’d be fun to sight see together? If you’re interested that is.” You always loved watching him grow slightly nervous when asking you something like that because the smile he shot you after you inevitably said yes was damn near radiant. You nodded in excitement and Joel’s eyes lit up in response. “Good, and as for Tommy,” Joel gave a little shrug, “He’s got a history of gettin' involved in shit he shouldn’t. He’s got his head straight on now, mostly, but it’s just safer if keeps away from the temptation altogether.”

The pilot poked his head in to let you both know he was ready and suggest you strap in. You glanced around to see if there was a place you could set your flute down but the closest table was on Joel’s side. He set his own flute down briefly and reached out. You thought he’d take the flute, but instead Joel reached down to click your seat belt around your waist. It was such a simple motion yet you felt a warmth fill your cheeks.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. The plane taxied out to the runway and you quietly sipped at your champagne. You felt a rumbling underfoot as the plane picked up speed and when it began to rise your stomach lurched. Startled, your hand shot out to steady yourself on the closest object which just so happened to be Joel’s thigh. 

Before you could even fully comprehend how awkward this could be, your hand squeezed as the plane continued to rise— your only focus on the sensation of taking off. As the plane leveled off, you were able to feel other aspects around you, such as how thick and firm Joel’s thigh felt under hand.

He cleared his throat and peeled your hand off his thigh. Embarrassment flooded your soul, but Joel kept your hand in his. He laced his fingers between yours, shifting closer so his thigh was pressed against yours, and lifted your hand to his lips to set a soft kiss at the back of your hand.

“Are you alright, sugar?” Joel asked with nothing but concern.

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “It’s been a while since…”

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve asked if you were a nervous flyer.”

“I didn’t think I was.” You chuckled and swallowed the lump in your throat as the plane hit a patch of turbulence and wavered. Joel continued to trace circles against the back of your hand with his thumb and you focused on that alone. Somehow, his presence alone was enough to soothe your frayed nerves. You leaned your head against his shoulder and Joel shifted so you’d be able to rest in a comfortable spot. You really did like this way too much. 

Joel hummed, “Lemme know if you feel sick. We got a first aid kit on here somewhere with some motion sickness patches, I think.”

“I’m okay.” You replied, loathing the idea of him getting up or anything right now, “Where are we staying in Vegas?”

“The Wynn.” 

“Is that where you usually stay?”

“No, actually.” Joel said. “I usually stay at Mandalay Bay, but I thought you’d like the Wynn better.”

You were glad you were resting your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the absolute stupid smile that crossed your features. He had changed his usual routine and picked a hotel that specifically made him think of you⏤ one he thought you’d enjoy best. Maybe the bar was just on the floor from your last boyfriend, but it was no wonder you were falling for Joel Miller when he did such sweet, considerate things. 

“Why?” You asked.

“It’s real pretty. You’ll see.”

The two of you continued to chat idly and you listened to Joel tell stories about past conferences and the things he was looking forward to and wasn’t. Your stomach had mostly settled now that the plane was smoothly soaring at its cruising altitude. So, you figured now was as good a time as any to use the restroom. You excused yourself and cautiously walked to the lavatory. As you finished up and washed your hands, your eyes glanced up in the mirror at yourself. You may as well have been glowing. For the millionth time, you thanked your lucky stars that Joel had somehow found you.

At the thought, you paused. This entire time you wondered how Rosalind randomly found you at work, but what were the chances that Joel Miller would randomly walk into a failing bakery and see you behind the counter? You shut off the water, dried your hands, and walked back out. Joel was using the plane phone when he spotted you.

“Yeah, we’ll see you when you get here.” Joel stared at you as he spoke, his gaze soft. “Just call me if you need anythin’. Mhmm. Right. Bye, Tess.” He hung up and set the phone aside. “All good, sugar?”

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Course.” Joel nodded and you settled back in your seat beside him. 

You didn’t lay your head on his shoulder and turned just enough so you could face him while the two of you spoke, “How did you find me?” Joel raised an eyebrow in confusion. “At the bakery. Were you just passing by and saw me through the window? Or were you coming in for baked goods randomly?”

Joel suddenly looked sheepish. He cleared his throat, “It’s… Alright, this might not sound too good or flatterin’ toward myself.” You furrowed your own brows in confusion this time. “That week I was at a work site a few blocks down from the bakery. I had stepped off site to take a call and… and I saw you.” Joel rubbed the back of his neck, but he didn’t break his gaze. “I recognized you from the coffee shop, figured you were going to work, and I… I followed you.” Joel closed his eyes and shook his head at the admission. “Jesus Christ, you must think I’m the biggest creep. I swear I didn’t mean to. It was like… I was movin’ before I even knew it. I nearly followed you right into the bakery, but I stopped and came to my senses.” He reopened his eyes and there was regret and shame in his brown eyes⏤ two emotions you didn’t like seeing there. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I know it was stupid and I tried to stay away, but I… I couldn’t get you out of my head. I broke down a few days later and came in. Told myself I was just gonna pay you back for the coffee and be done with it, but once I got to talkin’ to you…”

“It’s okay, Joel.” You said softly.

“No, it really isn’t.” He shook his head. There was a firmness in his words that echoed the shame he felt. “I should’ve told you much sooner than this and definitely not on a plane 40,000 feet in the air where you can’t even run from me.”

“I’m not gonna run.” You chuckled. Maybe you should be more concerned than you were, but Joel had been nothing but respectful the entire time you had known him. Besides, the only thing you could grasp from his words was the fact that it seemed Joel felt drawn to you the same way you felt toward him. It could just be naive optimism or a delusion, but you began to wonder if it were possible that Joel liked you as much as you liked him⏤ as more than just the sugar daddy and sugar baby ties between the two of you.

You turned in your seat to lay on his shoulder once more. Joel seemed mildly startled by the motion, but he was quick to wrap his arm around your shoulders to hold you in place. You reached up to play with his hand. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Joel chuckled, “I’m never gonna lie to you, sugar.”

The pilot came over the intercom to announce he’d be starting the landing process soon and you wondered if Vegas was going to be the start of a new chapter of your relationship with Joel.

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✨J.M. Masterlist✨

[trashmouth-richie]

for the hih bonus features can we get eddie x tooty first fight after everything happened 🥹💗

anon🫡🫡 i have been wanting to write something like this for such a long time, i hope you like it. ❤️

masterlist — one year of hih anniversary

you weren’t used to this. 

  the doting, the constant reassurance to see if you were okay. more doting. always a calm voice. Eddie cared—loved you bigger than anyone ever has, and you loved him equally as much.

  but something dragged, crawled against your skin in piercing talons when he treated you as if you were helpless, as if you weren’t capable of doing things on your own. 

  it came out in a snap. a bitchy tone that eddie hadn’t heard since the early days of being your roommate. 

  it startled him. and he froze, not sure if you were serious. so he looked at you with hurt eyes. “what?”

  “i can cut my own fucking steak, eddie.” 

  steve stopped with his lips pressed to his wine glass, scared to move, eyes wide bracing for the car crash that would take place across from the dining room table. 

  eddie sets the knife down, slides your plate back over to you, “just trying to be nice, baby.” 

  with a huff, and a screeching scratch of the chair carving the wood floor under your weight, you throw the cloth napkin onto the porcelain plate, leaving the room in a quick stomp. 

  steve whistles low, “i know those stomps, you’re in the dog house man,” he takes a generous sip of his wine, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “sleep on the pullout in the basement tonight… it’s not too uncomfortable.” 

  eddie rolls his eyes, throwing a dinner roll into steve’s chest, “you’re not helping dickwad.” 

  “easy” steve tries, “better go find out what you did wrong.” 

  “fuck.”

  he finds you fuming, wearing a path in the carpet in your shared room at steve’s, tears welled but not ready to fall. 

  “babe?” eddie asks, shutting the door quietly, unthreading his chain wallet from his jeans setting it on the dresser, “are you… okay?”

  “jesus christ eddie!” you snap, “i’m fine— more than fine!” 

  eddie looks at you blankly, “you don’t look fine.” 

  “oh yeah? of course when it comes to me, you have all the answers, huh?”  

  “the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

  im okay eddie! i don’t need you to constantly ask if im feeling okay, or if im comfortable or if i need anything!” 

  “thats what boyfriends do, babe.” 

  “No— no no no no!” you say pulling at your hair, frustrated beyond recognition, angry tears falling, “you treat me like i’m made of glass, like one step the wrong way and i’ll break! ever since i’ve gotten out of the hospital you’ve treated me like a fucking porcelain doll!” 

  “you almost died, remember that?” eddie says defensively, peering down at you, “i’m never going to forgive myself, or forget what happened, tooty—” his voice breaks but he swallows it down. 

  “we can’t keep living in the past eddie! it happened, it’s over with, i’m not a fucking little kid!” 

  he’s yelling now, voice angry and filled with sad rage, “i won’t forget! every single day— every time i look at you i think of what would have happened if i was there… how i could have stopped him!” he runs a hand through his hair in defeat, bottom lip trembling.

   “Fuck, i’m sorry for coddling you, baby, really i am— but right now.. the only thing— the only fucking thing— that keeps me from breaking down and wondering what a loaded gun tastes like—is taking care of you.”

  he grunts at the weight of you flying into him, holding him tight and sobbing into his chest, he kisses your head, his own cheeks wet, as he whispers, “ i’m just trying to makeup for what I couldn’t do that night, baby. ” 

  you kiss him deep smashing your lips to his, peppering i’m sorry’s all over his skin, pulling him onto the bed with you. 

  he’s silent when he cries, sniffling every once in a while as you comb through his hair, his body on yours. 

  you’ve been rubbing slow circles into his scalp. and his tears turn to small kisses

  “it wasn’t your fault eddie, it never was,” you whisper lifting his head in your hands and looking him in the eyes, “i love you.” 

  his face is red, eyelids swollen, “how? how can you love me after that?” 

  you press your lips to his, speaking the only truth that kept you from screaming into the void from wanting to let the grief swallow you whole,  “because you showed up.” 

[itsxarien]

earned it | gojo satoru x fushiguro reader

[ anora series over here ! ]

warnings: nsfw, smut, slight angst.

THE CITY OUTSIDE IS QUIET, a breeze from the open window stirs the curtains, casting fleeting shadows across the sheets. You’re tangled wth the love of your life in the sheets - the scent of his skin still lingering on yours. The rise and fall of his chest against your back is steady, soothing, just as his love is for you

Then, his voice cuts through the silence, lazy and certain.

“You should be a model.”

You let out a quiet snort, eyes still closed. “Don’t joke like that.”

“I’m not joking,” Toru murmurs, shifting so he’s propped up on one elbow beside you. His fingers trail absentmindedly along your arm, light and teasing. “You’re beautiful. And you walk like you own every room you step into.”

You roll over onto your back, meeting his gaze. His blindfold is nowhere to be seen, per what he said: “I want you to see the real me.”Those crystal eyes watching you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. But there’s no teasing smirk, no exaggeration—just quiet, genuine Gojo Satoru.

You shake your head. “Toru—”

“I’m serious.” His hand reaches out, tilting your chin so you don’t look away. “You’d be incredible. A pageant queen, even. You have the face, the presence, that kind of elegance people can’t look away from.”

Your fingers tighten against the sheets. A part of you wants to brush it off, to laugh and pretend it’s just him sweet-talking you again. But another part—the one that still carries the weight of your past—hesitates.

“…I don’t know.” Your voice is quieter this time.

He doesn’t push, just smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just think about it, okay?”

And you do.

⸻

Satoru makes a few calls, and suddenly, you’re in a studio with bright lights shining down, a photographer adjusting his lens.

“Okay, beautiful, let’s start with some headshots!”

Your boyfriend is there, of course—lounging off to the side like he owns the place, grinning like what he said: “I’m a non-showbiz boyfriend now!”

“You got this, babe!” he calls, shameless and proud.

You roll your eyes, but when you turn to the camera, something in you shifts. There’s a flicker of confidence, a quiet kind of power.

Click.

And just like that, you take your first step toward something new.

The next few months blur into something you never expected—endorsements, magazine shoots, interviews. You go from an unknown face to a rising name in the industry. Brands start reaching out. You see yourself on billboards, on posters at beauty stores, even on TV commercials.

It’s overwhelming at times, stepping into a world you never thought you belonged in. But Satoru is always there—cheering the loudest, hyping you up before shoots, even helping you practice poses at home - “Baby, I was born for the runway,” he jokes, strutting around dramatically).

And Megumi? He’s supportive in his own quiet way. He doesn’t say much, but he watches every commercial, every photoshoot release. Tsumiki, on the other hand, is your biggest fan. She gushes about your photos, sending you encouraging texts before big shoots.

Then, the invitation arrives.

Miss Japan.

-

You stare at the email for what feels like hours before showing Gojo.

“Miss Japan?” he whistles, flipping your phone around in his hand. “I mean, I did say you’d make a great pageant queen.”

You laugh, shoving his shoulder. “I haven’t even decided if I’m doing it yet.”

“You will.” He grins, booping your nose. “Because you’re amazing, and they know it.”

And he’s right. Because weeks later, you find yourself in the thick of it—training, rehearsing, preparing. You’re one of the top contenders, a favorite among fans. It’s surreal, seeing people root for you, admire you.

Even outside of pageants, you’re being noticed.

One evening, you and Gojo are at a café, just trying to have a quiet date. But the moment you step inside, whispers ripple through the crowd.

“That’s her, right?”

“She’s even prettier in person!”

“Should I ask for an autograph?”

You shift uncomfortably, feeling eyes on you. Gojo notices immediately, reaching across the table to take your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

Then, a young girl hesitantly approaches. “E-Excuse me… can I have your autograph? I think you’re really inspiring.”

Your breath catches. Inspiring.

You take the offered notebook, signing your name with a small smile. “Thank you.”

As the girl walks away, Gojo smirks. “Told you you’re a star.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.” But deep down, you feel something warm settle in your chest.

Maybe… maybe you really are meant for this.

⸻

The night of the fashion show, your hands are shaking.

You stand backstage, surrounded by models, stylists, and flashing lights. The sound of the crowd buzzes from beyond the curtain, a wave of noise threatening to drown you.

Breathe.

You clutch the fabric of your gown, heart hammering. Suddenly, memories creep in—being paraded around as a child, being told how to look, how to act, how to be. The feeling of being used.

Your chest tightens. You can’t do this.

Then—your phone vibrates.

Toru.

You got this, baby. Breathe in, breathe out. Own that stage.

A shaky exhale leaves your lips. You close your eyes.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The announcer calls your name.

Your legs move before your brain catches up, stepping onto the runway. The lights hit you instantly, blinding, overwhelming—until you remember who you are now.

You are not the scared little girl from before. You are strong. You are wanted. You are seen.

And as you walk, back straight, eyes forward, the audience holds their breath.

You own the moment.

-

The flash of cameras, the roar of applause—it all still rings in your ears as you step through the door of your shared apartment. You’re still high from the adrenaline of your first major runway show, dressed in an oversized coat thrown over the lingerie set you just modeled. The silky fabric clings to your skin, reminding you of the confidence you felt strutting down the runway, the way the world was at your feet.

But now, all of that fades into the background, because the moment you see Gojo, his piercing blue eyes watching you from the couch, you know the real show is just beginning.

The moment you step through the door, heels clicking against the marble floor, you barely have time to take a breath.

He looks relaxed, spread out lazily, but there’s an intensity behind his gaze—a hunger that sends a shiver up your spine. He’s been waiting for you. And from the way his jaw clenches, you can tell he’s been stewing in his own thoughts.

“You were incredible out there, baby,” he murmurs, standing up and slowly approaching. His voice is soft, but there’s a dark edge to it. “So beautiful… so confident. Had all those eyes on you.”

You swallow hard as he reaches you, towering over you, his fingers brushing the collar of your coat. “Satoru—”

He hums, tilting his head. “But I didn’t like how they were looking at you.” His fingers grip the fabric, tugging it down your shoulders, revealing the lace beneath. “All those men getting to see you like this…” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head before locking eyes with you. “It’s not fair, is it?”

Your breath hitches when his hands trail down your arms, pushing the coat off completely. You’re left in nothing but the lingerie set, the cool air making your skin prickle.

“But it doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, voice turning husky. “Because they can look all they want, but only I get to have you like this.”

“Bedroom. Now,” he orders, voice rough, filled with a need that makes your breath hitch.

You don’t get the chance to walk. He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you down the hall before tossing you onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. His blindfold is already off, discarded somewhere along the way, and those electric blue eyes—darkened with hunger—hold you captive as he loosens his tie.

“On your knees, princess.���

Your pulse quickens. He never calls you that unless he’s feeling possessive.

You obey, shifting onto your knees, watching as he pulls his tie free, looping it between his fingers before he grabs your wrists and binds them together.

“Tying me up, Satoru?” you breathe, feigning innocence even as desire pools between your thighs.

“Can’t have my pretty model touching me when I’m still so jealous,” he says, wrapping the silk around your wrists securely before guiding them above your head, pinning you against the headboard. His lips trail down the column of your throat, sucking a dark mark just beneath your jaw. “You showed off for them…” He moves lower, biting the swell of your breast just hard enough to make you gasp. “Now, you’re going to show me who you really belong to.”

And then he’s everywhere.

His hands roam, pulling the silk slip down your body, baring you inch by inch. His mouth follows the path of his fingers, lips and teeth marking every place that belongs to him. By the time he finally slides inside you, stretching you open with slow, deep thrusts, your fingers are trembling against the restraints.

“You feel that?” he groans, pulling your legs around his waist, forcing you to take him deeper. “They got to see you—but only I get to have you like this.”

His pace is relentless, his name falling from your lips in broken moans as he takes what’s his. Each movement is a brand, a silent vow, a possessive claim—because while the world may admire you, only he gets to worship you like this.

“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” he growls against your throat, teeth grazing over your pulse. “Watching you on that stage, knowing I’m the only one who gets to ruin you like this…”

You whimper, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist. “Please, Satoru—”

He chuckles, dark and low. “Please what? Use your words, sweetheart.”

You whine, squirming beneath him, already feeling the ache of need pooling between your thighs. “Need you to be rough with me.”

He groans at that, his grip tightening on your thighs. “Yeah? You want that, baby?”

You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes—please.”

That’s all it takes for him to snap.And he doesn’t hold back. He grips your waist with bruising force, pulling you onto him with every thrust, filling the room with the sounds of skin against skin, with the sinful moans spilling from your lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, voice ragged as he drives deeper, rougher, just like you begged him to. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

You sob his name, your body surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure, letting him take you however he pleases. He praises you between filthy words, telling you how perfect you are, how much he loves you, how no one else could ever have you like this.

And when you finally reach that peak, crying out as pleasure crashes over you, he follows soon after, spilling inside you with a deep, guttural moan.

For a moment, neither of you move, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. But then, just as quickly as he was rough, he shifts, his touch turning gentle, hands smoothing over your heated skin.

“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jaw

You nod, still breathless, and he smiles, rolling onto his side to pull you into his arms. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back as he kisses your forehead. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “You were amazing tonight. You deserve everything.”

You melt into his warmth, your body sore but your heart full. And as he continues to murmur sweet praises, as he holds you close, you realize—no matter how big the world gets, no matter how many people cheer your name, this will always be your safe place. Right here, in his arms.

⸻

EXTRA SCENE:

Back at home, Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki are gathered around the TV, watching the live broadcast.

The moment you step out, Tsumiki gasps. “She looks so beautiful!”

Megumi nods, his expression unreadable—but the way his lips twitch upward says enough.

Satoru? He’s beaming.

“That’s my girl,” he says proudly, arms crossed, head tilted as he watches you command the stage.

And when the cameras catch you flashing that radiant, confident smile, he chuckles.

“I knew she was born for this.”