#marlin x reader

[awlimagines]

Part One: Them being possessive of you.

CELIA/CECILIA

Cecilia feels jealousy and depression just like anyone else. She worries when she sees you with someone else laughing at what they said or when you tell her something someone else did that you appreciated. She does not let these feelings affect her actions in noticeable ways. Ceci wants you to be happy even if you won’t be with her. So, Cecilia wears her usual soft smile and takes an interest in your conversations with her. 

Despite this, Cecilia is highly attuned to you. She can tell you when you’ll have a cold from the rain. Ceci knows without looking when you’re upset over something from the simple change in your energy. She knows everything that could bring a smile to your face and effortlessly gifts it to you. Ceci seems puzzled when people say you’re quiet and difficult to get to know. She tries to help by explaining everything she knows. When the left corner of your mouth flicks upward, you’re trying to conceal a laugh. The slight furrow of your brow combined with a frown means you’re confused and thinking. Cecilia doesn’t understand how people don’t see these obvious to her details.

GUSTAFA

Gustafa always thought he was an even-keeled kind of guy. He went with the flow and didn’t let someone’s anger stoke his own. Everyone has their struggles, and he could roll with that. Things changed some when you came into the picture. Gustafa felt himself becoming annoyed when others would spend time with you. His grip would tighten on his instrument ever so slightly while he glared through sunglasses. Gustafa knew he shouldn’t feel this way. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating or engaged. You were free to hang out with whomever you wanted. Gustafa would just prefer those people weren’t other eligible bachelors or bachelorettes. 

That was before you started dating. Gustafa was over the moon happy you chose him. He wanted to make sure everyone knew, also. He’d lace his fingers through yours and pull you closer to his side as the two of you walked through town and gave you a peck on the cheek before parting ways. Gustafa quickly discovered how to make you swoon and focus on him alone. He’d lean forward just enough to allow his glasses to slide down and reveal his eyes when smiling at you. Gustafa abused this trick when your conversations drew on, and his arm around your shoulders didn’t divert your attention back to him.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

Marlin knows he naturally looks surly. It had never been a huge problem in the valley. People there were nice enough to greet him and leave him alone if he didn’t want to speak with people. Then you arrived. Your ceaseless attempts to see him every day wormed into his heart. Marlin was very blunt in sharing how bad he thought your crops were but admired your determination to get better and how you clung intently to his advice. 

It started small. Marlin would glare from your side as someone encroached on his time with you. He didn’t think it was any different from his usual look. Marlin is pleasantly surprised with how quickly people finish speaking with you, leaving the two of you alone again. As the two of you grew closer, Marlin expressed worry about your trips to the city to see friends. It wasn’t a safe place like the valley, especially with how late you stayed out. Marlin insisted on accompanying you to walk you home through the city streets and mountain trails for safety.

NAMI

You were at the beach chatting with Nami about wanting to visit Coco Island one day after Pui talked about it. He didn’t mention many details, which is why you were intrigued. During your conversation, Molly caught sight of Nami and you. The blonde greeted you both warmly, asking what you were talking about. Molly gushed about how sweet you were to donate money to Pui like that. Nami asked about the cafe and if Griffin was working alone, grinding Molly’s conversation with you to a halt. After Molly parted to return to work, Nami spoke to you. “You know she was flirting with you, right?” 

Nami left when you asked what she meant. Molly had acted the same as always. You were still fretting over the miscommunication days later when you came across Gustafa playing outside his yurt. You were talking with him about what could have made Nami so mad when she appeared on the path toward the beach. When she saw you sitting with Gustafa, she glared before turning around and heading in the opposite direction. You gave Gustafa a quick goodbye before hustling after Nami. 

“You must be into Gustafa now. I didn’t expect you to be the type to switch so quickly. But to each their own, not like I care.” You frantically explained both Gustafa and Molly were just friends. You liked her, not either of them. You were trying to ask what you had done to upset her to fix it. Nami stood quietly, taking in your worried look before muttering not to worry about it. She ignored your confused look with a blush and asked, since you were already there if you wanted to walk to the spring with her.

ROCK

Rock believed himself to be not only the most stylish guy around but the most laidback as well. After returning to his parents’ inn after a spate of bad luck in finding a job to make him happy, Rock was living his best life. Rock could laugh off most everything without an issue, but as he grew to like you, he began having trouble. Why did everyone always want your attention? His parents would whisper bets about what bachelor or bachelorette you would settle down with. They never included his name, even though he made you laugh more than anyone else. The feelings simmered away until they came to a boil when you talked about a funny story about something you did with another person. 

“They don’t deserve you - I don’t deserve you. But at least I’m aware of it,” Rock pouted. After overcoming your shock, you reassured Rock you weren’t interested in anyone except him. His goofy antics stole your heart a while back. So, Rock took that as a go-ahead. You were shocked when Rock gave you a high-class lip stain to wear. He claimed it was just something small to help your lips from being chapped. Rock asked to see the color on you. He thought it would match your complexion and just wanted to be sure. After checking it out on yourself and loving it, you kissed Rock on the cheek before getting back to work. That had been hours ago, so why was he still wandering the town with a stain on his cheek and a smug look?

[awlimagines]

@dedtoot I hope this is okay, but I felt inspired.

Why they're covered in blood. (SFW)

CELIA/CECILIA 

You woke gazing at the blue sky and confused about your whereabouts. Dr. Hardy, Takakura, and Cecilia’s faces soon swam into focus, hovering above you. Cecilia frowned at you as the doctor moved away to speak with Takakura. The sight worried you. She only ever smiled. As she helped you to slowly sit upright, you noticed her apron stained with red. You quickly questioned her on what happened, worried she was injured. Instead, Cecilia informed you about your injury. As the brunette explained, your hand traveled to the bandages around your head. Cecilia was headed to the Goddess Pond when she saw you collapse harvesting fodder. Her explanation shifted quickly to a lecture: you could have been seriously hurt! What if she and Takakura weren’t around?  You meekly hung your head, promising her to be more careful in the future. 

CODY/GORDY 

You felt responsible despite his assurances. Gordy wouldn't have misplaced his next punch if it wasn’t for you jumping out to surprise him. Instead, his hand caught the sharp edge of metal, ripping the flesh across his knuckles. His amethyst eyes widened as much as your own when the blood began to gush from his hand. You scrambled, retrieving your basic first aid kit from your rucksack. Bumps, bruises, and cuts were too uncommon on the farm. You were familiar enough with first aid to assist. It wasn’t until you had the wound clean and worried over the possibility of stitches that you noticed his gaze fixated on the manor in the distance. Gordy softly explained he couldn’t stand the sight of blood. It made him feel faint, and it seemed like a lot. Your heart fluttered at his vulnerability as you delicately wrapped his hand. 

DARYL

He was frustrated. You could tell from his muttering and the furious glances he cast at you. For your part, you sat as still as possible, ignoring the stinging as Daryl patched you up. It was an innocent mistake. You had planned to surprise him. He would come home from his daily walk to find you waiting with dinner to share. Instead, he walked into the lab to find you surrounded by shattered glass. Daryl’s eyes almost instantly widened, and his face turned red when he saw you. You quickly tried to apologize for the damage and explained that you accidentally bumped into the shelf. It was soon clear that the scientist didn’t care about the mess or damage to his lab. No, Daryl was upset you got hurt. As he delicately removed another shard of glass from your hand, you focused on his sleeves. The poor lab coat was stained with your blood by this point. Would he let you buy him a new one? Maybe Sebastian knew how to get the stains out if you could get the coat off Daryl long enough to clean it.   

FLORA

It was a pleasant day until you found Vesta, Matthew, and Cecilia gathered in the back corner of their fields. You listened as Cecilia urgently told you Dr. Hardy had just gone to the dig site. As the older woman saw your confusion with the words, Vesta calmly attempted to tell you about the cave-in. At the mention of the dig site’s collapse, you rushed up the path. When you arrived to find the damage, your heart dropped to your stomach. Flora’s usual blonde locks were half-dyed red with blood. She quickly tried to reassure you everything was fine as she spotted you from under the doctor’s care. Despite her reassurances of head wounds bleeding a lot and their measures to prevent cave-ins, Flora did not protest too much when you insisted on her staying under your watchful eye for the evening. 

GUSTAFA 

You cried in frustration rather than pain as you cradled your hand. The sound of a familiar voice calling a greeting soon had you jumping to your feet. You hesitated at the door, unsure how to hide your injury, before shoving your hand in a pocket. The door swung open to reveal the green-hatted musician. While he smiled seeing you, you could tell he knew something was up. A concerned eyebrow rose higher above his shaded frames as Gustafa asked if everything was okay. You shuffled your feet in shame before sliding your hand out to show him. Your hand trembled, the still bleeding wounds now holding bits of fuzz from the pocket lining. He wasted no time in cradling your injured fingers in his hands and tending to them. As he left to wash the blood from his hands, you fidgeted, wondering if he was going to ask what happened. Gustafa returned to your side with the poorly hidden guitar you borrowed from Gavin to learn how to play. 

“Hey,” the softness of his voice made you jump. “I appreciate you learning for me, but you’ve got to listen to your body. I hate seeing you hurt.” 

LUMINA  

Lumina insisted on learning to ride your horse. The young woman had quickly broken from her shell of expectations after your engagement. While you typically supported her exploration, you hesitated on this particular one. Horseback riding could be dangerous. Your inexperienced fiancé was excited to jump fences like you did. Lumina’s pouts as you instead walked them around the pasture were very clear. You hadn’t expected her to take matters into her own hands. So, when you returned to the farm from foraging at the Goddess Spring, you were shocked to see Takakura tending to Lumina. The young woman refused to cry despite the moisture forming at the corners of her eyes. You learned Lumina had tried to surprise you, but a sudden hare sprinting from the back of the property startled her and your horse, sending her to crash. The numerous scrapes and scratches from her trip to the earth while drawing blood looked superficial. Lumina did cry when you mentioned having Dr. Hardy look over her. She didn’t want Aunt Romana to find out what happened. 

MARLIN/MATTHEW 

The typhoon that swept through only created minimal damage in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Thankfully, your farm was spared the worst of it. Due to your luck, you were helping out at Vesta’s after you finished work. As Vesta and Cecilia tended their fields, you helped Matthew repair a broken fence. The two of you had managed to remove the damaged parts. Matthew insisted on replacing the post, leaving you to gather the slats to attach. The boards fell from your hands as a sickening crack caught your attention. The post driver had slipped from the post, smacking Matthew in the head. He gruffly tried telling the group gathered around him that he was fine. Until a trickle of blood ran down his face. Matthew reluctantly let you and Vesta help him sit inside as Cecilia ran for the doctor. Even after being treated and cleared by Dr. Hardy, Vesta refused to allow Matthew to resume work. 

MUFFY/MOLLY 

When you arrived for lunch at the Bluebird, you were surprised to find out-of-towners filling the seats. The rowdy bunch was traveling and managed to stop here. You tried to ignore the noise and enjoy your lunch. It wasn’t until an argument broke out between two of the patrons and a glass whistled by to strike the shelves that you acted. After helping Gavin remove the party, you returned to help clean the mess and saw Molly with tears. A thin red line ran across her cheek from the bottles exploding. You hurriedly sat the shaken blonde on a barstool to clean the cut. At Gavin’s insistence, Molly soon followed you back to the farm to take the day off. Tears formed again in her green eyes when you gave her a cream to help ensure there wasn’t a scar. 

NAMI

Honestly, it was a terrible idea from the beginning. You were bragging to Rock about learning fencing from Nami. The two of you had the brilliant thought of sharing what you learned. Unfortunately, all you could find were the foils and not the protective gear Nami always insisted on wearing. It didn’t take long before both you and Rock recognized the purpose of the suits. Nami arrived outside the inn from the beach to see you both cut open, the fencing foils lying forgotten in the dirt. She hopped into action, instructing you to apply pressure as she focused on a hysterical Rock first. You were ready to cry and beg Nami to not be angry as well, but you followed her commands. Later once Rock and you were both treated and Nami sporting stained clothing, you sat in the inn’s lobby enduring a safety lecture from the angry redhead. 

ROCK

The blonde had arrived at your farm to rechallenge your dog to a race. You hid a smile as you rolled your eyes and let Rock play with the pup. Screaming minutes later startled you and the livestock you attempted to care for in the pasture. You clambered over the fence to hurry to Rock’s side as he rolled in the dirt. Takakura soon joined you as you tried to settle the young man down to discover what happened. From his cries, you worried over a broken bone. Relief and annoyance swept through you as you learned Rock’s shoe slipped off, causing him to trip. His palms were scratched from catching himself on the gravel, droplets of blood dotting the scrapes. You thought the shaken man had calmed down from the injury and his ruined pants when you helped him to a seat inside your home. Fresh wails came from him as Rock saw the hydrogen peroxide in your hands. 

“I’d rather Dr. Hardy just cut them off! That stuff stings!”

Tier list on how high is the chance of awl characters to be covered in blood

[konigenblobbity]

It’s All Written Down [Part 1]

Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Miguel being a prick, protective Hobie

—> [Part 2]

Summary: Due to your silent nature, you haven’t been the best at bonding with people. Miguel and Jess decided to give you a chance due to your skills. But as time passes, and the only person you warm up to is Hobie, Miguel’s patience grows thin and he decides to hold a meeting, without you, to make the call that you can’t be a part of the team anymore. You end up overhearing them and decide to make it easier by just listening to Miguel… and leaving.

Hobie should’ve known something was off when you weren’t at the meeting. He thought you might be late but even that was a stretch knowing you. It seemed that he was the only one who really knew you, no one else picking up on your disappearance.

You’d always been a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts… not because you wanted to be, but because you weren’t the type to really approach people, or even open up to them. You’d always learned that being quiet kept you out of trouble, it also kept you out of people’s hair.

Hobie picked up on it the moment you joined, you hadn’t taken your mask off once the day you arrived, it immediately intrigued him. He ended up commenting “love that anti-establishment vibe ya got, all going against the grain by not showing your face to these A tier strangers. I like it” you only gave a small nod, that was all it took for him to become fascinated by you.

He’d run up to you whenever he saw you at HQ, rambling on about his most recent demonstration or performance. He didn’t expect a response, rather liking how you’d only nod your head or let out short laughs when he cracked a joke. “Nah, I can only tell you this stuff, seeing as Miguel would get all on my ass bout it” when he hears your soft laugh he grins.

“Was that a laugh? Eh?” When you ignore him, and glance away he just pokes at your arm. “I know ya got your mask on but I can tell you’re grinnin” you try to nudge him away playfully, “you can’t tell nothing” but he continues to poke at you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can read you like a book” He was right, you were smiling… the fact that he knew only made you smile more.

You’d have never expected Hobie to be so warm to you. Your silent and curt nature often pushed others away, thinking you were narcissistic or self-centered, or even just straight up strange. But not Hobie, he’d welcomed you with open arms, not trying to change you, or make fun of you. He made you feel safe.

After the first month, you began to spend more nights in Hobie’s dimension, killing time together, simply enjoying each others company. And one day, as you both decided to knock out for the night, you took off you mask right in front of him. Freezing immediately as you did. He hadn’t seen your face yet, no one in the team had.

When you began to stay over, he had made you a little sign to put on the door handle of his guest room which read “Mask off, so fuck off”. It made you giggle when he gave it to you and he just shrugged. “Wanna make you feel comfortable Briney Marlin, especially if you plan on crashing here more often” you found the act endearing.

“Briney Marlin?” You tilt your head and he just smiles at you. “It’s cockney love. For darlin’… is it alright if I call you that?” You think for a moment but nod “I don’t mind Marlin” and from then on that was his little nickname for you, you liked it cause it was unique… and cause it was from him.

But now, there you stood, mask in hands, eyes looking down at it. You look at Hobie’s figure lying on his bed with wide eyes, his eyes still focused on the guitar in his lap, he wasn’t even looking at you. You don’t speak, so he does. “I haven’t seen a thing yet Marlin… you can still put it back on” those words warmed your heart, you pause for a moment, thinking over his offer, but decide otherwise, shaking your head slightly and smiling.

“No. That’s alright” at those words he looks up at you, his eyes focusing on your features, he then gives you a reassuring smile. “Well aren’t you just ravishing love” he said it in a tone which made your face heat, but there was still a platonic nature to it. Letting you know that he wasn’t going to make a big fuss over this.

After that, you never wore your mask in Hobie’s place, enjoying that it was only in his company that you feel comfortable enough to do it. Over the three months you’ve been with the team, you bonded the most with Hobie, you became practically inseparable at HQ and the more comfortable you got with him, you slowly became more comfortable with the others.

You did a lot of missions together, getting to know the team more, specifically Gwen and Pavitr, seeing as they both knew Hobie in a similar way you did. Although, it did warm your heart how often Hobie would choose to walk with you, even if it was just to ramble to you about his life.

However you still didn’t open up to them about your life outside of your spider-persona. They didn’t seem to have any problems with you, just happy to hear your voice more and seeing you become more confident in taking action during the missions. You really didn’t think there were any problems with your secrecy.

That was… until todays meeting. You were at Hobie’s place, fidgeting with a small tennis ball he kept somewhere among the mess of clothes, stolen gadgets, and music gear. You had no clue where he was, you hadn’t gotten any info about a meeting at HQ and just thought he was out. Even though he usually told you when he was.

Back at HQ, everyone stood around waiting until Miguel finally walked in. “Perfect. Everyone’s here” he says before standing at the front, hands on his hips. Before he can begin, Hobie speaks up. “Oi, wait a sec, Marlin isn’t here, I’ll call her over” he goes to pull out his phone but stops when Miguel speaks “No. She’s not a part of this meeting”

Everyone looks at Miguel now, brows furrowed before exchanging glances with one another. “What d’you mean by that?” Hobie tried to hide his growing unease, not liking the tense mood shift in the air. Miguel just lets out a long breath, Jess butting in with a hushed voice. “Told you they aren’t gonna like this…”

“They don’t even know what ‘this’ is” Miguel retorts back. Hobie then steps forward, closer to the front, closer to Miguel. “And I already don’t like it… seeing as it doesn’t involve our lil Marlin” Miguel brings a hand up, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Just hear me out. Then we’ll discuss it.” At that Hobie just nods as a sign for him to explain. The others moving in closer, curiosity growing as more silence fills the room.

You sigh, checking the time again, feeling as if it was passing slower. You sit up on the bed, tapping your fingers on the bedsheets impatiently. You finally stand up and decide to look for Hobie. “Maybe he got hung up at HQ…” you think to yourself, using your watch gizmo to open up a portal to it. Stepping through it.

As you walk through HQ, greeting a few other spider-people with a kind nod or short wave. You ask a few of them if they’ve seen Hobie. Most of them shake their heads before one finally points to the main room where Miguel usually is. You thank them then continue walking.

As you walk closer to the main room, you hear raised voices, quieting your footsteps. “That’s not fair to her Miguel!” Gwen’s voice sounds frustrated, and you can then hear Miguel’s stern one. “It’s the best move for everyone. You can’t deny her lack of communication skills” your brows furrow as you begin to wonder why you weren’t invited to this meeting.

“Doesn’t make her any less valuable” your ears perk up at Hobie’s voice. You’ve never heard him talk like this, his tone serious and hostile, as you peeked your head around you saw his expression was full of rage. “I’m sorry Hobie but your ‘Marlin’ just isn’t fit for this work” that’s when you step back in shock, realizing they were talking about you.

“What, just because she doesn’t like to run her mouth?” You watch as Miles also steps in, feeling your heart warm at everyone standing up for you. Peter then tries to calm everyone down with a soft voice “Miguel just listen to them… you can’t make such a rash decision for her. I’m guessing she doesn’t even know about this?” Miguel’s silence tells him everything he needs to know.

“That sounds about right. You’re being a right prick… and you don’t even seem apologetic for it!” Hobie raises his voice which causes everyone to look at him, shocked. Expect Miguel, whose expression only becomes more stern as he tilts his head up looking down at the Brit.

“You’re right, I’m not. But don’t worry, she’ll get a choice… either she does solo missions or she leaves” you take another step back, fully grasping the situation. The voices of the others begin to fade out as you start to get caught up in your thoughts.

“Miguel you can’t put that much on her… she only joined 3 months ago, you really think she’ll manage on her own?” Peter speaks with his voice laced in concern, Miguel looks at him, expression reading indifference. “That’s up to her. Do you think she’ll manage on her own?”

Everyone goes silent. Not because they don’t think you’re capable, but because they don’t know how to respond. That is until Hobie speaks up. “She’d manage just fine, but we both know she’s built to work in a team, solo missions are too much pressure” Miguel then shrugs and simply says “Well… then maybe she should choose option two”

Those are the final words you hear before you decide to run off, opening a portal back to Hobie’s apartment. You jump through and then stumble before sitting down on the bed. You try to control your breathing, feeling as if your heart was beating out of your chest. You take off your mask, hoping it would help.

‘Maybe she should choose option two…’ Miguel’s words ring in your mind. As much as you wanted to deny it, you thought he was right. You weren’t ready to work solo, the idea of trying to contain an anomaly all by yourself? You weren’t ready for that. You realize that this is exactly what Miguel wanted…

He knew you wouldn’t be ready to complete missions by yourself, so he gave you only one other option. To leave. You quickly search the room, finding a pen and paper and began to write something down. Trying to find the right words… the right way to say goodbye. To you, the only thing that was worse then this, would be saying goodbye to Hobie’s face.

Hobie stood face to face with Miguel, their foreheads practically touching, the others swear sparks could be seen between their heads. “Back down you old Geezer…” Hobie smirked as he spoke, wanting to get under Miguel’s skin. He knew he succeeded as he watches him bare his teeth as a low growl can be heard in his throat.

That’s when Peter steps in, putting both his hands on Miguel’s chest, meanwhile Pavitr begins to pull Hobie away as well. “Both of you… relax. This decision isn’t even final until we talk to her about it. I’m sure we’ll figure something out” his tone is calm but cautious, not wanting to upset either of them.

Gwen nods in agreement. Pavitr gently pats Hobie’s shoulder trying to get him to calm down. Hobie then shrugs off Pavitr’s touch, and then puts his hands in his pockets. “You were never on her side…” he scowls towards Miguel before walking off. Ignoring the calls of his friends from behind him.

He opens up a portal back to his place, feeling his body relax slightly as he steps through. He places his guitar against the wall and looks around. “Marlin? Ya there?” He calls out to you, but hears nothing. He throws his mask onto his bed, his brows furrow as he spots a note next to where it landed.

He picks it up and immediately recognizes your hand writing, he feels his breath catch in his throat as he begins to read it. He slowly moves to sit down on the bed, gripping the note tighter the more he reads.

Dear Hobie,

I choose option two. I hope you’re not mad at me… I can’t bear the idea of you remembering me in anger. I just couldn’t tell you this to your face. I went looking for you and then overheard your meeting with the others… I understand why you guys didn’t invite me. I’m not fit to be a part of this team. You’re the only one I really trust, the only person who I comfortable enough with to drop my spider-persona around… I can’t thank you enough for that. Please don’t look for me, I did what I had to do, but couldn’t leave without finding some way of saying goodbye. So here’s it is… all written down. Goodbye Hobie… I’ll miss you.

Your Marlin.

Once he read it all he curses under his breathe, then notices your watch next to him on the bed. He picks it up, recognizing the small customizations you both put on the band together. The way it matched his own. It made him smile at the memory but then he felt grief all over again.

He grabs his mask, putting it on hastily before pocketing both the note and your watch. “Where did you go Marlin… you’re not leaving me that easily” he jumps out of his window and swings off into the night.

[kedsandtubesocks]

game changer (national league)

MLB catcher!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

summary: it’s your boyfriend’s first big game on his new team & you can’t wait to see what fun the match holds for you and your favorite player

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, baseball AU, light use of gendered language, good cozy fluff, lovesick & sweet!Frankie, competency kink, smutty thoughts, spicy themes, light mask & outfit kink, car sex, heavy making out, oral (f receiving), allusion to p in v, eventual!husband Frankie, lots of baseball talk

word count: 2.9k

a/n: yeah didn’t think I’d ever make a new baseball story for another Pedro boy but I’m on that World Series championship celebration high so here we are LMAO, thanks to @tonysopranosrobe my darling for always dealing with my sports ass (ily forever Han) & to @jolapeno for always being the best Frankie enabler i could ever scream with (I adore you Jo) - and to anyone who decides to read please know I appreciate you thank you so much ♡

This is Frankie’s first season catching as a Los Angeles Dodger. You thought he’d be playing for Miami until he eventually retired. But baseball is still a strange sport, an almost chaotic rush of chess at times with pieces switching all around.

“A team still wants me even when I’m about to turn thirty nine. So fuck, yeah I’ll take it.” Frankie had joked then, but you knew, even for his age, he’s considered one of the league’s best veteran players.

Then before the trade was finalized, Frankie sat you down and told you he might be moving to LA.

“This means…we really might not be seeing each other as often.” He muttered. “But I can maybe try to see if Tampa can be an option.”

He was willing to find a way to stay in Florida for you. Even though you were a bit heartbroken he was leaving, you couldn’t let him pass up on this amazing deal and new opportunity.

The gentle cooling California breeze now flutters all around. You won’t be able to make many trips out here often, but you wanted to at least be here for the first home game to support your favorite baseball player.

You first were introduced to Frankie at your best friend cookout. You had met her cousins Benny and his brother Will before. You were instead being introduced to all their friends, including the very handsome Santiago who insisted you call him Pope.

However, it was Frankie who stole your heart that day.

You and him had accidentally walked into each other, causing your drink to spill on him. Frantic, and so embarrassingly apologetic, you immediately went to wipe away your mess.

“I gotta admit… I’ve been trying to work up the confidence to talk to you. Guess the universe helped me out a bit.” Frankie had shyly said, and his words sent your heart fluttering.

It was an effortlessly sweet introduction after that, filled with easy small talk. When you asked what he did for work, Frankie explained he worked at the stadium for the Miami Marlins.

“Oh that’s cool!” You had said bright, but Benny just as bright yelled out -

“It’s cause he fucking plays there!”

Frankie had blushed furious, cussing angrily in Spanish at Benny. But what Benny said was true.

Frankie, very humbled and almost embarrassed, confirmed he did in fact play for the Marlins.

“But I’m just a water boy.” He added with a boyish grin.

“He’s a fucking liar! He’s one of the league’s best catchers!” Pope had then yelled proud.

You became friends with Frankie that day, but you also quickly learned about Francisco Morales.

Professional Major League Baseball player Francisco Morales.

That very first day you met Frankie your knowledge of baseball was bare bones.

Now, as his girlfriend, he jokes how hot it is hearing you talk about the game with him or anyone else.

It’s how you’re able to mingle with the others in the large friends and family suite for the team now. The food of course is delicious, and everyone warmly welcomes you. But you want to be by the action when the game starts.

You need to be near your guy.

Frankie’s job as a catcher has him sitting behind home plate.

A catcher is an intense position. They’re the one person during the game that has full eyes on the field. They alone protect home plate and sometimes call pitches for the pitcher to throw. The catcher is even argued to be the commander of the field. Catchers need to be solid, almost a rock like foundation for their team.

“I only started playing catcher in high school ‘cause our team’s catcher got suspended, and they needed someone, so I just did it.” Frankie had told you with a shrug.

To you though, Frankie seemed born to be a catcher.

Even as quietly warm and playful your Frankie can be, he holds a stead quiet diligence. Always watching, protective of those he cares for. He’s hardworking and incredibly resilient.

However, there was a joke you read about catchers being stubborn because what person willingly and stubbornly sits in the same position game after game. You can greatly agree to the hidden stubborn streak Frankie holds, like stubbornly telling you he was going to fix your ceiling fan and then getting pissy when you had Benny simply do it for you.

But stubborn or not, Frankie has been the most perfect and openly communicative partner. Even with the long distance between you and him, he has always been a phone call away. He even stepped away from a pregame warm up when you called him crying and upset.

Your heart tries not to burst just thinking about him.

Then you catch a glimpse of him sliding his protective mask on, and your throat gets dry.

The first time you went to a game and witnessed Frankie in full catcher mode, you almost didn’t think it was him. The mask covered his face most of the time and the gear almost made him seem bigger.

It’s been many games since that first match, yet he still takes your breath away.

The mask covers most of his face, but you can still catch peaks of him. It does something to you knowing it’s him beneath it.

Now he takes the field in his new lovely blue catcher’s gear.

The chest guard extenuates his broad shoulders and strong chest. And if you thought baseball pants did amazing things for men’s legs and butts, the catcher’s leg guards highlight Frankie’s gloriously thick thighs and study legs.

Pride absolutely courses through you watching him behind the plate and warming up with the dodger’s pitcher.

“Come on, catfish!” Someone from the crowd even yells his famous nickname, and your lips twitch fondly.

With your Morales jersey on, you cheer loud and exhilarated when the game starts.

Frankie is unwavering behind the plate, rarely letting any wild pitch get past him. He earns the love of his new team fast.

Especially when he goes up to bat.

The walk up song he picked to play in the stadium is Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog, and the crowd cheers electrified when it booms loud over the speakers.

As hot as Frankie looks in his catcher’s gear, seeing him in the base uniform, with his batter’s helmet on, working on his swing just amplifies the strength of his shoulder and amazing arms - you’re in awe of how absolutely gorgeous he is.

He ends up striking out, but you still cheer loud and with reassurance.

“Looking good, Morales!” You even scream, and you swear you see his lips twitch fighting a grin.

The Cardinals take the lead fast with two runs. The game becomes a slow claw to catch up. By the fifth the score hasn’t changed with St. Louis leading. But then the bats get hot and the dodgers manage to get on the board to tie.

The game heads to the bottom of the eight inning and the atmosphere dances electrified with the hope of a chance.

Eventually two players get on base with two outs, a very dangerous situation.

And Frankie goes up to bat.

You along with the rest of your section close by the field stand to cheer him and the rest of the team on.

This is a chance to score.

The first pitch comes too high.

The second speeds in, a sharp inside pitch that has Frankie swinging a strike.

It stings, but it’s a good swing. Plus there’s still time, more pitches. You reassuringly rally behind Frankie hoping just an inch of your words reach him among the buzz of the game.

The pitcher throws the next pitch, a wild breaking ball.

Frankie swings. The bat hits the ball with a rattling whack sending it zooming right along the first base line.

The stadium erupts wild. You scream watching Frankie run to first then watching a player run in, scoring the run. Francisco’s hit brought in the lead.

Your favorite player now on first base screams jubilant and punches the air elated.

The excitement of seeing Frankie bring the run in, seeing him so exuberant…it’s a moment coated in a glimmering confetti that cements into your soul.

The start of the ninth inning comes, and Frankie emerges behind the plate, your armored hero.

If the Dodgers manage to hold the Cardinals, they’ll win.

Each pitch, each play, has you on the edge of your seat.

At one point the batter for St. Louis hits a foul ball. Frankie flips off his mask, allowing for sight to catch the ball.

Of course the ball soared over the net into the stands unable for him to maybe catch it. But without his catcher mask on, you’re rewarded a glimpse of his gorgeous face.

Frankie’s traditional catcher’s helmet keeps his hair flat, hidden, but it highlights his strong features, that beautiful nose of his and his perfectly classic scruffy Frankie beard.

Then seeing him covered in sweat, your mind can’t help but flash to images of him in bed sweaty, his face blissed out and panting. Your mouth waters just thinking about your tongue dragging across his sweaty neck and tasting the salt of him-

You immediately snap yourself of the too heated thoughts when the crowd yells upset at a bad call.

With a runner on base now and two outs, the tension piles on as dread trickles in.

Soon enough the cardinal’s batter makes a solid hit. The ball gets fired up high in the air.

Then center field rushes in and catches the ball.

Game over.

Dodgers win.

The stadium overflows with excited pride, and you happily embrace the atmosphere in all its warmth.

You don’t move from your spot, too hypnotized by Frankie who beams with the brightest smile while he celebrates with his new teammates.

You feel prouder than ever to wear his jersey.

The third baseman's wife, who you clicked with earlier, brightly tells you to follow her so she can show you to the locker room. You readily go.

Excitement electrifies every inch of the place. Even though you feel slightly awkward being here for the first time, no one seems to pay you attention.

Until you hear someone shout your name.

When you turn to spot Frankie, he's in gear looking intimidating and sexy wearing his chest guard and protective leg gear. Heading down from the dugout, your catcher rushes over to you. Like a magnet, almost like sensing a tug at your soul, you instantly move towards him.

Frankie collides into you solid, all encompassing as he gathers you into your arms squeezing you tight.

“You need to get out of your gear, Morales!” You laugh.

“It’s fine. Bebita, you’re gonna have to keep coming to the games now. I’ve told ya, you’re my good luck charm.” Frankie’s voice sounds like the bright sun from today’s game still shines brilliantly in it.

You hug him back, spilling nothing but praise.

“You were amazing! I’m so proud of you!” You gush.

You’re already thinking of how to celebrate.

“Marry me.” Frankie says simply that you think you maybe misheard him.

“Frankie honey, what?” Curiosity has you about pulling away from his grasp. Instead Frankie clutches onto you even more.

He says your name. “I…fuck I don’t have the ring with me here, and I know just sprang this up but-“

“You wanna marry me?” Your voice wavers, cutting him off.

You and him have talked about the future, a tentative slow swim treading the possible waters. Frankie’s mentioned buying an apartment together. He’s made the joke, lightly teasing, about you one day becoming a baseball wife.

You had held onto all these small edges of hope. It now all unfurls beautifully overwhelming.

“Yeah baby, but only if you’ll have me.” Frankie nods, his voice thick as he finally draws back out of your arms to get down on one knee.

You wonder if this is a dream you’ve slipped into.

Asking this still in uniform is so Frankie, and your eyes spill over with tears. You nod yes, and your favorite baseball catcher springs to life bolting up to kiss you.

You forgot you’re still in a very open and public setting until all the gasps and excited claps fill the space.

Taking it all in stride you warmly laugh it off letting Frankie hold you close to his side. His eyes even shimmer, precious earth stones.

The evening feels soaked in joy like a beautiful watercolor dream.

You urge your favorite baseball player to go eat dinner with his team, celebrate. But he leans down to whisper in your ear -

“I wanna eat my fiancée’s pussy for dinner.”

Your knees almost give out that second.

Frankie and you barely make it to his truck before he’s drawing you into the backseat, clawing at you, frantically. And you’re just as bad.

You want him inside you. But as promised, Frankie maneuvers you to sit up for him to crawl between your legs. The position is cramped, but you could care less.

Your sweet Frankie, who normally loves to take his time, tear you apart with the most focused and patient ease, now is replaced by a man wild who grips your thighs so tight and laps at your clit messy. You come ridiculously fast on his skilled fingers and feverish tongue feasting on you.

You whine unbearably needy for him, can't go on anymore without him inside of you.

Frankie shifts to sit on the back seat and keep you close while you slide on top of his cock. His stretch in you rips a fire up your spine and you moan as your eyes close.

“Mi amor, my future wife.” Frankie’s voice fills the heated sweaty space with a gilded reverence, and you scramble to kiss him.

Your future husband.

You were slightly worrie about Frankie being tried from his game, but the way he frantically fucks up into you reminds you of a man compeltely possessed. His hands grab you as if he’s worried you’ll float away.

“God, I fucking love you…gonna marry you,” Frankie mumbles, pussy drunk.

You feel just as drunk and reborn as he does, melting into this love.

Your climax knocks you breathless, a blazing star, and Frankie is not far behind.

You don’t move off him and with the way his arms tighten around you, he’s alright with you staying simply close to him as possible.

“You said you had a ring?” You ask tentatively, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah,” Frankie chuckles. “Bought it the day after you face timed me about that cute dog you saw at the store.”

That was a year ago. Your heart feels like it’s blooming a new world right in your chest, and you curl closer into him.

“Thought about proposing to you when I picked you up at the airport yesterday, but you were so tired baby.” He softly says, his hands a warm cocoon around you.

“And today…fuck seeing you cheering in the stands, hearing you. It just got me to more.”

Curiously, you ask what he means.

Frankie, confident as he is on the field, is still so shy, especially now as he burrows his face into your shoulder.

“I mean…I just want to see you at every game. Wanna come home to you. Then just thinking about that, and seeing you wearing my jersey, maybe having it as your last name-”

You rush to kiss him quickly, overtaken by so much adoration and love for this man. The thought had come once, or twice, about being a Morales yourself. You even tell him that.

“Yeah, you ready to be mine officially?” His voice drops low and silky.

You nod moving to kiss his cheek, then rest your face against his.

A soft moment passes while his warm hands rub against every inch of you he can reach.

“Know it’s still early to even talk about wedding shit or living arrangements, but just wanna take care of you, that’s all.” Frankie says firm. “I’ve joked about it but… you could quit your job tomorrow, move out here this weekend, and I’d be fucking over the moon. But I also want you to have your own path too.”

You think of Frankie, your stable ever loving and giving Francisco. His heart shines beautiful right here, right now. It’s like a live wire dances on your skin. Everything still feels intense. Maybe the sensation and rawness of becoming engaged has your mind feeling deliciously fuzzy.

“Just want you Frankie, that’s all.” You breathe those words letting them sink past your bones.

You softly kiss him, love sick syrupy drunk again.

It’s a promise to talk about this more later, about the possibility of living among the California weather with your future husband, it’s a dream you want to soak in.

But it summons up another dream, a sticky hot desire that crawls its way up.

“You remember that fantasy I told you about?” So dazed and in love, your thoughts slip out.

Frankie groans clutching onto you tighter.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he sighs. “Trying to fuck me in my gear, before a game.”

“Yeah but that was before when I was just your girlfriend.” You coo already feeling your body slowly roll against him.

“As your wife maybe I could-”

Frankie swiftly cuts you off, kissing you so fast that it rattles your bones, and it’s beautiful.

You laugh feeling like maybe you’re the one who truly won tonight.

[strawberrytoki]

Closer than anticipated

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: You and Spencer visit the unsub's suspected place of hiding to investigate, but his unexpected return forces the both of you into a cramped closet. The forced proximity then leads to an...accident.

Content: mentions of arousal, descriptions of murder

Word count: 1,247

a/n: I heavily imagined early seasons Reid for this one (specifically s2) Also this is heavily inspired from that one scene in teen wolf.

The clock's slender hands couldn't have been moving any slower, and the BAU's members couldn't have been more stiff with tension and anxiety.

The team had decided to send you and Spencer to Cedric Marlin's hideout, since you were both the BAU's most observant members, and the team needed every last bit of evidence to finally catch the criminal. He was the prolific eye-gouging unsub that the BAU was finally able to zero-in on after months of meticulous investigation. The team didn't want to make any arrests just yet, since they wanted a solid case, so you and Spencer were in charge of gathering as much evidence as you can.

The parameter was under surveillance by your fellow team members, and you and Spencer were treading lightly, slowly preparing yourself for whatever was inside this man's place.

You entered the premises, Spencer cautiously following suit. You immediately noticed that the house was dingy and damp, suiting its inhabitant. The stench of what you could only assume was rotting human flesh wafted throughout the house, causing both you and Spencer to physically recoil.

"We'll definitely find all the incriminating evidence we need in here." Spencer started making his way down the hallway, following the increasingly strong stench. He stopped at the entrance of the last room on the left and adjusted his glasses, mouth agape with a mixture of curiosity and shock.

You caught up to him, only to eventually mimic his reaction yourself.

"This must be where he keeps all his souvenirs." He inched closer to the stacked mason jars, filled with a preserving liquid and what you both concluded were the eyeballs of his unfortunate victims.

"unmatched depravity..." Spencer walked around the room in an attempt to find more evidence.

"Anything catch your eye?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Ha Ha." He sarcastically chuckled, a playful smile sneaking up on his face afterwards.

The investigation felt like a twisted game, each time one of you found a piece of evidence, the other would somehow find something to one-up the previous discovery in terms of depravity.

After what seemed to be hours of probing into this psychopath's lair, you and Spencer figured that you'd gotten everything you needed, and were about to head out. Just then, the sound of a cacophonous creak in the door sent a quick chill through both your spines. You knew it wasn't any of your teammates, since they wouldn't break protocol like that, and they didn't need to.

If there's anything this line of work has taught you, it's to always assume the worst case scenario. You were a realist, this was no gust of wind. It was him, and you both knew it.

You slowly craned your neck to Spencer, who appeared just as perplexed as you were. His mouth was agape and by the calculative look on his face, his mind was probably running at about a thousand thoughts per minute, trying to figure out a way to get both of you out of this mess unscathed.

You stealthily maneuvered around the room to get a proper perspective on the unsub, and Spencer was right behind you, his calm breath landing near your ear.

He slinged his plastic bag, that you did not want to know the contents of, on the kitchen counter. He had a leather eyepatch covering his left eye, and his clothes were covered in grime and reeked of filth.

Much to your horror, the unsub started making his way towards your location, and you needed to think fast if you didn't want your eye sockets to be what remains in your casket.

"We need to find somewhere to hide before he gets any closer." You faced spencer and slowly started backing away, a worrisome expression on your face. Spencer nodded and carefully followed suit.

You frantically looked around, knowing that the time you had to spare was decreasing by the millisecond. Finally, your eyes landed on a small closet near the corner of the room. The door looked like it was on it's last leg, but beggars can't be choosers. You quickly held Spencer by the wrist, yanking him forward. Both of you then squeezed into the cramped closet, and were facing each other. Neither of you dared let out a sound.

Spencer didn't seem all that uncomfortable, but you still tried to maintain as much space between the two of you, since you knew how he felt about physical touch.

Through the cracks of the closet door, Spencer saw the unsub pack a larger ice pick than what he usually used to disfigure his victims, and a bunch of other weapons. "This is a drastic change in MO, he's either evolving or this is his endgame..." you tried to fully process what he just said as you nodded in agreement, but the proximity was simply too distracting. However, you admired how observant he was even in times of stress.

A few minutes passed as the two of you were observing the unsub, just then, you felt something relatively hard poking you, and as the realization that Spencer had an erection dawned upon you, you felt the color leave your face.

You slowly lifted your face to face Spencer, and it looked like he'd rather be anywhere on earth but here. Even though the confined space was dark, you could tell his flustered face was as red as a tomato, and he was bent on avoiding eye contact.

"I'm...so sorry-" he blurted out.

"It's alright." you interrupted him. You tried to ease the tension by reminding yourself that he had no control over it, but that only did so much. "I'll just turn around." You then shuffled around the very limited space to face the front, with your back to him. At least then, you wouldn't have to face him.

"Uh...that's not helping." You both scratched your heads in frustration and confusion. This was clearly not the time and place for such a bodily reaction and you both knew it, but you couldn't help but get flustered over it as well.

You then realize that the unsub must've been hard of hearing, as there's no way he would've heard all the shuffling and not done a thing if he wasn't.

Just then, you felt your radio device turn on and couldn't be more relieved. It was Hotch trying to get an update, and you readily filled him in. It was only a matter of time before they entered the premises with the S.W.A.T team.

You then heard the door being broken off its rusty hinges, probably courtesy to Morgan, and judging by the altercation near the door, you concluded that the arrest has been made. You then felt yourself letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and pushed open the closet's door, feeling a welcoming, slight breeze of air.

Spencer then reluctantly faced you, his cheeks stained with an adorable shade of pink.

You decided to help him out a bit and break the ice.

"This wasn't how I imagined this investigation would go..." you awkwardly chuckled as you both made your way outside.

"No...me neither." He looked up to the sky, his eyes slightly squinting. He was probably just glad this was all over, for more reasons than one.

You, on the other hand, weren't planning on letting this go that easily, and were definitely planning on taunting him by bringing this incident up in case he ever got smug with you.

[eebie]

i feel like im on my deathbed

[theinnerunderrain]

Turmoil at Sea [Yan!Merman x Fem!Reader]

Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, description of violence, I saw a video of orcas hunting and wanted to write something abt it, disturbing content.

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"Marlin."

With a shaky voice, you called out to the merman lurking beneath the dark depths of the water. Your eyes danced wildly along the watery surface, desperately seeking a glimpse of him.

"Please come out. You're scaring me."

On hands and knees, you clung to the meager wooden surface that barely qualified as a makeshift raft, the sole lifeline between you and the vast expanse of the ocean. The survival itself was a stroke of fortune, remnants of a shipwreck etching haunting memories – cannon balls piercing through ship walls, the frantic cries of the crew in a desperate quest for safety.

"Marlin!"

You attempt once more, your voice rising in volume and gaining a sharper edge. Splashes of water collide with the raft, showering your bare ankles. The once elegant gown, worn for your birthday celebration, now serves as your sole source of warmth. Your left thigh is wrapped in makeshift bandages fashioned from scattered scarves found amidst the vast sea. Slowly edging toward the raft's edge, you strained to peer through the dense water veil, only to be met with an impenetrable darkness that revealed nothing but a faint reflection of yourself. With eyes reddened, pallid skin, and hair beginning to knot after enduring two weeks adrift at sea, your physical state mirrored the harshness of your oceanic ordeal. The scent that clung to you was a noxious blend of fish and seaweed, the very sustenance provided by the merman. Surprisingly, you marveled at your resilience, having somehow endured the consumption of raw, uncooked meat without succumbing to its potentially fatal consequences.

Abruptly, a hand emerged from beneath the water, prompting you to swiftly retreat to the safety of the raft's center. The owner of the hand revealed himself to be none other than the merman, Merlin, whose expression conveyed clear disdain. His hand extended, torso flat against the raft's surface, and intense ocean eyes locked onto you.

"..M..Marlin."

He remains unresponsive to the sound of your name, his long blue tails faintly visible as they linger within the water. After a moment of uninterrupted gaze, he finally speaks, his voice flowing like a smooth seam of silk, captivating in its beauty. The sunlight above did little to forsake his beauty; instead, it gracefully highlighted his features, casting an enchanting aura that rendered him majestic, akin to a water nymph.

"Do you truly despise me that much?"

"What..?"

A bitter laugh escapes him as he withdraws his hand, crossing his elbow to rest his chin against his forearm. His dark hair cascades down, lightly sticking to his chin, a subtle dampness lingering. One can't help but marvel at how a being like him manages to thrive in the frigid waters, contemplating the preservation of his skin and hair—unchanged and undamaged, a testament to their enduring beauty.

"You've proven yourself quite clever, manipulating me into scavenging for food. Quite the strategist, aren't you?"

"I do not understand.."

Your brows furrow slightly at his words, perplexed by the notion that you might be using him to scavenge for food. After all, it was he who volunteered to assist you, the one who rescued you from the wreckage and gently placed your body onto the raft. During the night of the celebration, you discerned his presence beneath the water, catching a fleeting glimpse of his exquisite tail. Despite your observation, your crewmates dismissed him as a mere swordfish or dolphin, oblivious to the captivating mystery that lingered beneath the waves.

"You're exploiting me for your survival, only to abandon me once other humans come to your rescue, aren't you?"

"Certainly not! Once I set foot on solid ground, I am determined to find every possible way to express my gratitude for your kindness."

He scoffed at your words, finding your naivety simultaneously endearing and tinged with folly. Your captivating gaze drew him in, becoming the sole reason Marlin chose to rescue you amidst the entire ordeal. Although not inherently fond of humans, he found solace in the radiant brightness and warmth emanating from your eyes—a quality seldom witnessed through the eyes of pirates or the sailors he had encountered along his journey.

"Do you genuinely think fellow humans would permit such a scenario? If anything, they'll likely exploit that pretext as justification to pursue and hunt me down."

You dismiss his words with a subtle shake of your head, lips forming a tight line as you attempt to speak over him, any method to reason with him.

""Don't worry. I'll reassure them that you pose no threat. I can even persuade my father to consider implementing legislation concerning the pursuit of seamen!"

"My dearest human, it's not as straightforward as it may seem. Even if your father possessed the authority to enforce such a rule, do you believe those who exploit my kind for gain would genuinely adhere to it?"

"B..but it truly is!"

"It is not."

""Marlin, if you assist me in finding my way home, I am prepared to fulfill any wish or desire you may have forsaken. I give you my word—I am willing to do anything."

Marlin fixed his gaze upon you, his laughter crackling as if your words were nothing more than a comedic jest. Your face flushed with embarrassment, the dignity befitting a lady tarnished and mocked amidst the vastness of the ocean. After a few moments, Marlin succeeded in stifling his laughter, pressing his head onto the wooden surface of the raft. He pushed himself up, grinning at you once more.

"Given your persistent stance and reluctance to reconsider, it appears you are determined to return to your modest homeland."

He inhales deeply, then eases himself off the raft, submerging more than half of his body in the sea. His head emerges as the sole visible part, and his long, dark hair ripples in the water, reminiscent of the seaweed depicted in the textbooks you frequently borrowed from the library.

"Well. You leave me with no other choice."

He gracefully plunges back into the water, his form seamlessly vanishing into the azure depths. Your fist tightens as you attempt to fathom his intent, but before clarity settles, he emerges near you. His tail propels a considerable amount of water, conjuring a substantial wave that gracefully cascades onto the raft, drenching everything. A surprised yelp escapes you as the water meets your palm, and you swiftly realize you're gradually sliding toward the edge.

You successfully maintain composure for most of the ordeal, believing his juvenile outburst had concluded. However, your apprehensions materialize as you witness him rapidly approaching, his tail propelling him through the water with increased speed. The waves generated this time are more substantial, causing the raft to sway significantly. As the waves hit and water infiltrates beneath the raft, your last semblance of remaining afloat teeters.

It's over.

A second scream escapes your throat as the waves crash around you. The raft, teetering slowly, slips from your grasp, and you plummet into the cold embrace of the ocean. The frigid water engulfs your senses as you struggle to stay afloat, the taste of salt seeping into your mouth and nose, inducing a stinging sensation. Despite the pain, your eyes stay open, but water bubbles cloud your vision, leaving you disoriented in the underwater turmoil.

"[First Name]."

Even as the water filled your ears, a cold hand firmly gripped your torso, preventing you from descending deeper into the ocean's depths. Through your hazed vision, a pair of bright blue eyes and a mop of dark hair came into view, confirming that it was Marlin who held you.

"..N...No..!"

Your attempts to speak result in nothing but muffled cries, your struggle to wriggle free and rise toward the air and sunlight impeded by his unrelenting grip. Your body yielded to an inexplicable force, surrendering to his control like an underwater puppet. In a fleeting instant, a sensation of cold and softness grazed your lips. Uncertain in your disoriented state, you couldn't be sure if it was Marlin's lips pressing against yours, but the moment lingered in a haze of confusion.

As time slipped away, the diminishing air began to weigh on you, involuntarily coaxing your mouth open and allowing water to seep into your lungs. Your ears, now entirely filled with water, rendered Marlin's words muffled and distant.

Observing your distress, Marlin placed an additional hand on your stomach. His fingers, accompanied by sharp nails, delicately traced along your bare skin, adding an unsettling dimension to your already harrowing struggle. As the sands of time trickled away, you strained to discern the letters, your grasp on survival slipping through the narrowing hourglass.

The first letter being, "I". You could feel Marlin pulling you deeper into the ocean.

The second letter being, "L". The salt in your lungs were too much to bear.

The third letter being, "O". You can't see a single thing, your vision being nothing but complete darkness.

The fourth letter being "V". Oh God, you're going to die.

Before comprehension could settle, your body succumbed, surrendering to the relentless force of the deep. As your consciousness slipped away, the haunting echo of those unfinished letters lingered in the underwater silence.

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

09. Hurt to try

Visiting has never felt more invasive.

A large screen rested in the middle. Two massive, black speakers sat on each side of his desk with a small piano perched on top. A white shelf filled with trinkets and golden awards stood beside his stand-up microphone. An array of purple and silver acoustic panels hung around the wall, and you can’t forget the line of guitars laying in a fashionable order.

“Your studio is cleaner than I thought,” you whispered in awe, eyes bouncing around the small room.

Scara scoffed as he dropped his belongings on the grey sofa near the door, “What did you take me for?”

“A gremlin who never leaves his cave filled with chip wrappers and empty cans of energy drinks,” you shrugged, eyes still wandering.

He rolled his eyes and headed to his desk to start his computer up, “Don’t compare me to Aether.”

“You’re lucky he’s not here.”

“What’s his short ass going to do?”

“You’re the same height.”

“Allegedly,” Scara stood from his seat, urging you to take his spot, “I’ll find another chair, you can sit in mine or look around–I might take a while.”

You went to his shelves. You saw a picture of him when he was younger, wearing a volleyball jersey and holding a trophy with his teamates, one of them you recognized—Childe—they must have been childhood friends.

Then you saw another picture, one with his family. It was his highschool graduation, wearing a cap and gown with a stash that boldly displayed “validictorian,” – his mother, Ei, stood on his left, radiating an elegant smile, while his aunt, Nahida, stood on his right, pinching his cheeks with a mischievous grin. They must have been proud of him.

The next one was 5WIRL’s first concert. They were all young, bright with aspirations, beaming at the large crowd despite being rookies. Beside it, you saw a small octopus plush–Marlin–next to a polaroid picture with you two–a photo you’ve never seen before. You snapped a picture of it.

“[name]—” Scara entered with the chair.

You placed the picture down and trailed him.

“Are those all your songs?” you pointed at the screen.

He shook his head, “There’s more I’d like to do, but I want you to listen to this one.”

He passed you the headphones.

You wore it, “What is it called?”

“Bewitched.”

The song started out slow with a piano. His voice was smooth—different from his usually raspy voice. You took everything in—the lyrics, the melody, and piano. His stare was intense, observing every bit of your reaction.

“Did you like it?” He asked.

You grinned at his expectant face, “I love it, are you adding this? I’d be a crime not to.”

“I was planning on making it my title track,” he paused, “And if you agreed before, I wanted you to finish the second verse.”

“Oh.” It’d be a shame…

“Yeah.”

You stared at the giant screen, “…Can I see the lyrics?”

He flipped through his notebook, you see glances of his other works, scribbles of words and phrases only his brain could think of–one of the many reasons why you admire him.

He gave you the page, “It's a work in progress, but that’s the draft.”

“Can I try?”

Kunikuzushi smiled, “Of course.”

notes:

i lied im more excited for the next chapter (had to break this scene in two)

im on a roll with these updates and then ill ghost again idk jk

synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[coco-loco-nut]

Miami

Pairing: Logan x reader

Summary: Logan finally asks the girl he has seen around Williams out

A/n: I kinda hate this, but here it is😬

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“Y/n!” You boss calls your name from a few cubicles down. You were new to Willams, having just moved from America and the Baseball industry into Motorsport.

“What’s up?” You ask, leaning against the frame of her cubicle.

“Erica is out sick, can you do her sponsorship activation in an hour?” She asks, looking a little frazzled, holding out a folder with some papers to you. You nod and take them, reading the summary sheets on your way to the car.

Your first assignment working with the drivers, thankfully you are used to ad shoots. They were relatively easy, taking pictures for the portfolio, schmoozing the sponsor, and helping marketing keep things in order.

“Coffee?” One of the sponsorship interns offers you, and you furrow your brow.

“Mark, that’s not in your job description, you don’t have to bring me coffee,” you take it anyway.

“BOGO deal. Figured you would like it since you weren’t planning on being here,”

“Favorite intern, right here. I’ll hook you up wherever you want to go after this,” you laugh, navigating through the site. Mark reads the briefs you brought along as you introduce yourself to the media team and the sponsors.

“Hi, I’m Logan,” One of the drivers introduces himself to you, his American accent making your ears perk up.

“Y/n, nice to meet you,” you extend your hand, your mother taught you manners.

“Georgia?” He shakes your hand, curious on placing the accent.

“North Carolina born and raised,” you smile, ignoring the pleasant warmth of his hand.

“Not many Americans around here. What do you do?” He asks. It’s a relief to you, everyone assumes that you are a sports journalist or work in marketing, but he had the decency to ask.

“Corporate partnerships. Getting the team money so you can race,” you explain briefly.

“That’s so cool, I wish I could ask more, but Albono is calling me over,” he waves goodbye.

“You’re in looooove,” Mark teases, standing beside you.

“Shut up. Offer rescinded,” you blush slightly as the blond driver glances back at you.

A few months later you are in America for the Miami GP. Williams did a competition with one of your accounts, so you flew in a week ahead to make sure everything was set, and the working remote was a plus. One day you took advantage of an old connection and got a free ticket to the Marlins game, and got to tag along with them as they worked. The real bonus was the better food and suites, but you didn’t expect to see a certain blond driver throwing the first pitch.

He wasn’t expecting to see you either. Ignoring the marketing intern, he jogs over to where you and your friend are talking.

“Logan! Hi,” You smile, quickly turning to introduce him to your friend, but Logan is one step ahead of you.

“You are here early,” he smiles back at you.

“My account is sponsoring a VIP trip to Miami contest for Williams, so I’m making sure everything is ready to go,” you explain and he nods.

“Have you seen your family?”

“Yeah, they flew down the other day, I got them grandstand tickets,”

“What are their names? I can get them a paddock pass for FP1 and FP2,” Logan says and the marketing intern looks antsy beside him.

“Here’s my number, text me,” you hand him your business card and apologetically smile at the intern.

For some reason, it didn’t take a second thought to accept Logan’s invite. You had the day off tomorrow, your parents were busy, and there was really no reason not to. Your bag was packed and you were in Logan’s pickup truck before you knew it. The radio is on the top 100 station, and the windows rolled down slightly on the highway, the ocean air washing over you both.

“What do you miss most about America while in England?” Logan asks and you pause for a second.

“Peanut butter and jelly’s, they don’t taste the same. What about you?”

“That’s not what I miss most, but it’s a valid answer. I think I miss the Florida beaches, especially at dawn,” he says, letting a calm silence settle in.

“I would agree with that, but make it North Carolina,”

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me, the house feels so empty,” Logan looks at you. You nod, pushing some stray hairs out of your face.

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be shown around by a local,” you grin, locking eyes briefly with him.

“I know this great place for dinner,” he says as he turns off the highway. You learned about him on the drive, including that he owns a beach house and doesn’t live with his parents.

You both walk into the small restaurant, his hand instinctually going to yours before he quickly stops before you notice. You don’t see the way his heart races when you smile at him. You don’t realize that he’s noticed you around the track and sponsorship events, and how he finally built up the courage to introduce himself. He is so excited to take you to a restaurant that specializes in southern comfort food.

“Logan, you didn’t,” you gasp as you look over the menu, your heart swelling.

“I thought you probably missed a taste of home,” he smiles sheepishly.

“You are the best,” you quickly decide on your childhood favorite. The both of you get to know each other more over the meal and flirt a bit while you’re at it.

“I forgot how good that restaurant is,” Logan says as you both walk out of the restaurant, his arm gently going around your shoulder. You blush, but make no attempt to move it. The ride to his house is short.

“Get changed, Logan, we are going for a beach walk,” you tell him after he shows you the guest room. No more than five minutes later, you are both barefoot on the beach, you in a Williams hoodie and shorts, Logan in an unbuttoned shirt and shorts.

You don’t really know when your hands first brushed and connected, but you didn’t attempt to stop it. Logan admired you against the moonlight and soft crashing waves.

“Lo?” you ask as he seems elsewhere.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly, turning towards you. All you do is nod, his soft lips brushing against yours as you pull him closer, properly kissing him.

“Wow,” you breathe, a blush covering both of your cheeks.

“I guess I’m not immune to your southern charm,” he teases, causing you to giggle.

“I guess not,” you agree. The walk back to the house is comfortable, and he kisses you goodnight outside your bedroom door. You wake up early for a run, quietly heading downstairs only to find a shirtless Logan doing the same thing.

“Morning run?” He asks with a smile.

“Yeah, you too?” You ask back and he nods. You both finish tying your sneakers and put on headphones. He leads your morning run, knowing the streets better than you. You both stop into a coffee shop a few blocks away for breakfast before heading home.

“I’m gonna shower then head out to the beach if you want to join me later,” Logan tells you before heading to his room. Once you finish your coffee, you do the same. There are two towels out on the beach in front of Logan’s house, Logan occupying one. After grabbing your book and applying sunscreen, you join him.

“Blue is a good color on you,” he compliments your light blue bikini.

“What are you reading?” You ask him as you lay down.

“The Great Gatsby,” he observes your book cover.

“Good choice,” you hum as you get immersed in the book. Fifteen minutes later, you see Logan set his book down out of the corner of your eye. He rolls over and you quickly bookmark your book.

“Do you know how hard it is to read while next the a beautiful woman?” Logan asks and your lips quirk up into a smile.

“How hard?” you ask, smiling as he pulls you closer to him, happily kissing you.

“Logan, look at this,” you show him your phone, as you lean over the kitchen island. He sets down his water bottle and takes a closer look.

“I’m surprised they even care about me,” he says, brushing it off. There is a public beach a few houses down, so it isn’t uncommon for someone to stray off it.

“I didn’t think about what would happen within Williams,” you sit on one of the stools. Logan moves to sit beside you, grabbing your hand.

“It’s fine, we can fill out the necessary paperwork. There isn’t a conflict of interest, we are in the same department, it will be okay,” he reassures you. You peck his lips and sigh.

“I’m sorry someone saw us, that makes it harder for you,” you frown. His hand moves up to your cheek, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

“I’m not. I’m happy to be seen with you,” he smiles before going to start lunch.

“I’m glad I met you,” you tell him, happy to be with someone who isn’t afraid to be in public.

“Me too. Would it be too early to call you my girlfriend?” Logan asks, finishing the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you both have been craving.

“Normally yes, but with you, I would be more than happy to be your girlfriend,” you squeeze his hand. Logan kisses you briefly before starting to eat.

A few hours you make your way back to Miami, Logan having a team meeting that evening. The two of you didn’t see each other much the rest of the week until free practice.

You lead your parents into the Paddock area, taking them to Williams hospitality. You had told them about Logan and they were very excited to potentially meet the driver.

“Hi Babe,” Logan hugs you when he enters hospitality, stopping to say hi before grabbing coffee.

“Hi Lo, ready to meet the parents?” You ask nervously, he kisses your forehead. The rest of the weekend flies by, he charms your parents, you meet his parents, and before you know it you are in England again.

By the time Austin rolls around, you both are inseparable. The team finds it cute how Logan will follow you around like a puppy dog when you are at the GPs and he is free.

“I’m so glad I saw you at the Marlins game,” Logan whispers, his arms wrapped around you.

“I love you,” you whisper back, tilting your head to kiss you.

“I love you too,”

[sadnymi]

「 ✦ midnight .✦ 」

[Lorenzo Berkshire x reader]

Summary: Enzo had been distant, a shadow of his usual charming self. But nothing prepared me for the sight of him at midnight, bloodied and pleading, at my window.

Warning: none-fluff

Words:1.5k

A rhythmic tapping jolted me awake. Disoriented, I fumbled for the lamp on my nightstand, blinking away sleep. The tapping came again, this time insistent, from the direction of the balcony window.

Sitting up, I rubbed the crust from my eyes and squinted through the glass. A dark figure stood there, silhouetted against the moonlit night. Panic surged through me, a primal fear taking hold.

"Enzo?" I whispered, my voice barely above a squeak. The figure shifted, revealing a mop of dark hair and a face I recognized all too well. Relief washed over me, battling the rising tide of concern.

Hurriedly, I unlocked the balcony door. "Enzo, what are you doing here?" I gasped, my voice edged with worry.

He offered a weak smile, his face pale in the moonlight. A crimson stain marred his eyebrow , sending a fresh wave of panic crashing down on me.

"Marlin!" I yelped, reaching out to touch the wound. He flinched away, wincing in pain.

"I'm fine, darling," he whispered, his voice raspy. "Just... needed to see you. Please."

He grasped my hand, his fingers cold against my skin. Before I could question him further, he pressed a quick kiss to my knuckles, sending shivers down my spine.

The blood on his face screamed otherwise. "Come on," I urged, ushering him towards the bed. "Sit down, let me clean you up."

He hesitated, his grip tightening on my hand. "No, no, I'm alright. Just stay."

Reluctantly, I let him settle onto the edge of the bed. My fingers brushed his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll be right back."

He offered a weak nod, his eyes never leaving mine. My mind raced as I hurried to the bathroom, grabbing everything I could think of: bandages, antiseptic wipes, a washcloth. The image of Enzo, bloodied and vulnerable, fueled my every move.

Back at the bed, I knelt beside him, the urge to cradle him in my arms a constant battle with the need to treat his injuries first. "Alright," I murmured, my voice laced with concern, "let's see what we're dealing with."

My hand trembled as I began cleaning the blood on Enzo's face. Each swipe of the damp cloth revealed a fresh horror. The source of the bleeding became clear – a nasty gash above his eyebrow, and a deep gash across his temple already turning a frightening shade of purple, the source of the blood. Panic surged hotter with each new detail.

"What happened, Enzo?" I forced the words out, my voice choked back with a sob I desperately tried to contain.

He winced, his breathing shallow and labored. He met my gaze for a fleeting moment, then quickly looked away. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken pain.

"It was a fight," he finally mumbled, his voice raspy. "I almost killed the other guy. When his friends came looking for payback, I… I let them I didn’t even fight back."

My heart plummeted. Anger, frustration, and a deep, gnawing worry coursed through me. "I know you get into fights, Enzo," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within. "But there’s something else you have keeping from me, something that landed you in this state..."

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped my cheek. "I'm sorry, darling. I know you’re mad"

A stray tear escaped, tracing a warm path down my cheek. I brushed it away with the back of my hand, forcing a smile. "I get mad because you hide things, Enzo. Because you put yourself in danger. But I'm never mad at you. Never."

He leaned into my touch, a flicker of relief crossing his features. "It'll sting a little," I warned softly, picking up a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a fresh gauze pad. "Hold my other hand if you need to."

He squeezed my hand tightly, a weak smile playing on his lips despite the blood staining his teeth. "Okay," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.

I began cleaning the wound on his eyebrow, wincing at his sharp intake of breath when the alcohol hit the raw flesh. He squeezed my hand even harder, his knuckles turning white. Through it all, he kept his eyes on mine, a silent apology reflected in their depths.

"Almost done," I murmured, leaning in and pressing a quick, gentle kiss to his lips. The taste of blood and something deeper, a metallic tang mixed with a hint of mint from his usual gum, ignited a spark of protectiveness within me.

Finishing with the cleaning, I plastered a bandage over the wound and leaned back. "There," I said, planting another kiss on his cheek, then his forehead. "All patched up, you big goof."

"Here," I said, tossing him a black t-shirt I recognized as one of mine. "Change out of this bloody mess. And just so you know, I'm stealing it back."

A playful glint returned to his eyes, a flicker of his usual cocky charm. "Anything for you, darling."

I locked my bedroom door with a decisive click. Turning back to Enzo, I met his gaze with a raised eyebrow. "You can stay the night," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "But nothing else. Papa's home."

A wry smile spread across his face. "Fine by me, beautiful. Think I can handle a night just cuddling."

Hurrying to the bathroom cabinet, I grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of aspirins, praying they would be enough to ease the throbbing pain evident in his face.

"Here," I said, offering him the medication. He took them with a grateful nod.

Putting the first-aid kit away, I bundled his bloodied clothes into the laundry basket. He stood by the nightstand, swallowing the pills with a grimace.

My heart ached for him. With open arms, I beckoned him closer. "Come here," I whispered.

A smile, hesitant but genuine, spread across his face. He crawled onto the bed next to me, the warmth of his body a welcome comfort. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his neck, showering his cheeks and forehead with kisses.

"Alright," I murmured, "tell me everything. What's been bothering you these past few days?" My fingers gently traced circles through his hair, a calming touch.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with mine. "I had a fight with my father," he confessed. "The first one ever, I think. And then he said..." his voice trailed off, a tremor running through it.

I squeezed his hand in encouragement. "Said what?"

"He said he's afraid I'll turn out like my mother," he blurted out, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and hurt. "He apologized later, of course, but I can't stop thinking about it. This whole 'charming rogue' role feels so suffocating. What if he's right? What if I am like her deep down?"

My heart ached for him. "No," I said firmly, placing a hand on his cheek. "You're not a replica of your mother. Your father just loves you so much, he worries. And yes, she's your biological mother, but that doesn't define you. You and Mattheo, you're nothing like her. I heard stories," I continued, weaving a comforting narrative. "She wasn't always like that. Things happened, rough times that people deal with differently. But you, Enzo, you're braver, smarter, and stronger than she ever was."

A flicker of hope sparked in his eyes. "I love you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And I promise I'll always try to be good. For you."

Cupping his face, I leaned in and kissed him, pouring all my love and reassurance into the touch. "You don't have to promise anything," I murmured. "You're already good. And I'm so lucky to have you."

He returned the kiss, his hold on me tightening. "When I hit that boy earlier," he confessed, his voice shaking, "and saw the state he was in... I thought I killed him. It wasn't like me. The thought of that... of having that darkness inside me... I let his friends hit me. I guess I deserved the pain."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. "No, you don't deserve any of that," I said fiercely. "It's okay, Enzo. It's okay now. You heard me, right?"

He nodded silently, burying his face in my neck. I held him close, stroking his hair, a silent vow forming in my heart. I would be his anchor, his light in the darkness.

"One day, I'm going to marry you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against my skin.

I chuckled, unable to resist a playful jab. "Oh, I know," I teased. "You can't live without me."

He pulled back, a playful glint in his eyes. "Actually," he countered before I could continue, "no, I can't."

The seriousness in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. "Now," he continued, a hint of mischief in his voice, "about what happened tonight? We can't let Matteo find out. He wouldn't understand. He'd go after those boys and leave nothing but dust."

I burst out laughing. Knowing Mattheo, it was absolutely true. "Don't worry," I assured him, wiping a tear from my eye. "Your secret's safe with me."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[reallyromealone]

Hey rome I was wondering if you could do alpha sephiroth x omega reader were the reader is cloud's older brother but cloud Is protective If not maybe a little overprotective of the reader who is pregnant and due at any time

Sorry if the request is hard to understand this is my first request and I was nervous to ask

Modern au

Omegaverse, male reader, fluff, mpreg, mentions of birth

Sephiroth x male reader

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

It was a surprise that sephiroth managed to court and mate (name) Strife, the Omega being the older brother of Cloud.

Sephiroth proved to be a very capable alpha to the Omega, being the Son of Shinra Sephiroth could provide (name) with a perfect life.

"Time to wake up" sephiroth deep voice whispered in his mates ear, gently caressing his large belly that carried their sons, Sephiroth managing to knock (name) up with triplet sons that they were already working on (name)s for.

Sephiroth gently peppered kisses across his neck and smirked at the cute sounds the other was making "ten more minutes..." (Name) grumbled but the silver haired man wasn't having it, getting up and lifting his very pregnant mate in his arms.

Sephiroth was a serious man, a ruthless business man in the best of days but in his home he was a loving mate and husband.

"(Name)!" Little marline ran to the Omega who hugged her the best he could while being pregnant with three pups "hello pup" he said as sephiroth kept a hand on the omegas lower back.

"Cloud!" (Name) smiled at his baby brother, the blond alpha letting his brother check him over and fret as his instincts went haywire.

Cloud and sephiroth always had a....rocky relationship.

It started in university where they were on opposing teams for their respective university martial arts teams and have been sworn enemies since.

Cloud glared at the silver haired alpha and Sephiroth glared back.

Cloud didn't think Sephiroth was good enough for (name) and sephiroth just thought cloud was annoying.

The visit was a constant war between the two, finding anything to nitpick at each other much to (name)s annoyance.

Cloud barely let Sephiroth get five feet within (name)s vicinity.

"Oh" (name) looked down to see wet liquid down his leg "I'm so sorry Barrett" (name) whispered as a contraction rolled through "I'll drive you to the hospital!" Cloud said but Sephiroth halted him "on a motorcycle? Absolutely not"

"He's right Cloud, he needs a secure vehicle" Tifa spoke up and the blond alpha glared at the smug Sephiroth "and don't you worry (name)" Barrett said waving off the omegas worry.

(Name) ended up having surgery to deliver the pups, three beautiful little boys that all looked identical to their Sire.

"My babies..." (Name) mumbled as he reached to the three babes.

"I'm an uncle..." Cloud mumbled as they all went in the room to see (name) and the babies "you're an uncle" (name) mumbled very drugged and loopy "baby... Tell em the names!" He said giggly "they are named Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo" sephiroth said holding two out of three "wash your hands and you may hold them"

"Tell cloud the thing..." (Name) mumbled to his alpha as the babes were passed around and Sephiroth sighed "(name) would like to know if you're willing to be their god father" he grumbled, the blond looking at his tiny nephews in awe "absolutely..." He said pulling little Loz closer, the baby a bit more of a Cryer than his brothers.

Little kadaj didn't want to leave his Dam at all, practically sobbing when someone tried to hold him and Yazoo just didn't care.

"Now let's let the new parents spend time with their babies" Aerith said calmly, everyone bidding goodbye "you did good kid" Barrett kissed (name)s forehead lovingly, being his and Clouds defacto dad and the omega smiled at the affection.

When everyone left (name) fed his pups, two at a time then took the last to feed "they're going to be so loved..." (Name) whispered as Sephiroth put them in their little bassinets "they will never be without" sephiroth whispered as (name) passed out from exhaustion.

(Name) was going to be an excellent parent... Sephiroth could feel it.

[awlimagines]

How they comfort/care for you when you're sick.

CELIA/CECILIA

Cecilia was on her way to the Goddess Pond when she saw you collapse in the field. She immediately gets help and anxiously waits for you to wake. She gives a gentle but firm lecture about pushing yourself too hard when you recover. Cecilia stays around the farm after updating Vesta to help with crops and make you a meal. Before she heads home for the evening, Cecilia stops at the pond to pray to the Harvest Goddess for your good health.

DARYL

He admittedly did not notice you missing your usual visit to the lab. Daryl only knew you were sick after stepping out to chase off Nami and Cole from talking outside his door. Despite his best attempts to return to work, you kept crossing his mind instead. He did not study medicine but was sure he could whip something up. Daryl arrived at your door, ranting to you about his creation. The black liquid held towards you in a beaker did not look promising. His expectant look had you cautiously take a sip. The next thing you knew, you woke up in bed to hear Daryl arguing with Dr. Baddoch over the medicine’s effectiveness.

FLORA

She returns to the surface after being in the dig site all day. Flora knew something was missing today and tried to focus on what it was now that she was off work. A fish jumps from the river, and she thinks of you. Flora knew you were usually at the dig site most days, especially before Van came to town. Her thoughts turned to the suspicious person across the river. What if they turned to your farm? Flora crossed the water, intent on checking nothing happened at your farm. Flora offers to make you a meal so you can rest. The soup is bland with a touch too much salt, but it’s the thought that counts.

GUSTAFA

Gustafa has gotten so used to your schedule that he quickly notices when you don’t come by to listen to him play. He frowns slightly, worried about what might have happened before heading toward the farm. A few steps past the entrance, he finds out from Takakura you’re sick. Gustafa wastes no time in offering to help with the animals so you can rest. Afterward, he wanders home to clean up before returning with a light meal. Gustafa only stays after you beg and assure him you would feel better if he did. You later fall asleep listening to his soft singing and playing.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

It’s the end of the season, and you’ve yet to come to Vesta for advice on what to plant next. He wouldn’t say he’s worried about you specifically, just about your farm. It’s hard to catch back up once you fall behind. The girls later mention Takakura said you were sick as he returned from the City. Cecilia and Vesta nudge him along to go and check on how you’re doing and deliver some seeds you can pay for later. Marlin only pauses for a moment before leaving for your house. Once there, he explains why he’s there and hands over the seeds. Marlin hands you a hybrid crop explaining it was from their greenhouses and should help boost your health more than a regular crop. He mumbles that he hopes you feel better soon and that he missed you today before quickly leaving.

MUFFY/MOLLY

Molly notices you fail to stop for lunch and decides to swing by the farm instead of the Inn for her break. She is devastated when you answer, wrapped in a blanket. Molly quickly ushers you back into bed. A frown creases her pretty brow as she checks your temperature. The only nursing she ever did was a few hours in costume at parties in the City. Molly is used to cleaning the cafe. She cleans around your house before promising to return with a nutritious, light meal from Griffin and some medicine. Before she leaves for her next shift, Molly says she hopes you’re better soon and cares for her the next time she’s sick.

NAMI

Nami was on her way to the Goddess Pond and noticed Takakura in the fields without you in sight. Thinking this was odd, she stopped outside the farm to observe. Nami pushes herself to speak with Takakura about it when you never appear. Nami is silent and thoughtful for a minute before offering to help water the crops. The next day Takakura tells you about her stopping to help. Nami tells you she was just curious about what farmwork was like, and it wasn’t a big deal. She brushes off your thanks but has a slight pink flush on her cheeks.

ROCK

He did think it was odd not to see you in the fields but minded his own business. He finished races with your dog and took a quick nap before catching sight of Takakura, who tells him you are sick. He doesn’t offer to help around the farm and wanders back to the Inn. Once there, he explains you’re sick to Ruby. Rock was going to take you food. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have enough to buy you both something from the cafe and he’s not a great cook. Rock soon returns to your home with his mom’s delicious curry. He spends the rest of the day talking to you about the latest gossip until you fall asleep. Rock catches another nap for himself before heading off for the night.

[i-am-here-to-just-to-read]

OMG I GOT THIS IDEA FROM DARLING.WRITERS (Aka marlin) ITS WHERE THE HERO FLIRTS WITH THE VILLAIN TO CONFUSE THEM BUT THE VILLAIN TAKEING IT ANOTHER STEP FURTHER I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH AND BTW READER IS THE HERO AND THE VILLAIN IS MATTHEO!!!

WARNINGS: Smut, Enemies to lovers, Hickeys, Cursing, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader

Here is some music

Btw you live in an apartment

It was another day of saving the world You thought and that Villain Riddle was your damn enemy Who was very annoying and stuff But today was To confuse him and annoy him by flirting with him.

As you got up to get your suit on and putted on your mask (It only covers your mouth) You went to the roof and Met the other heros at the top of the tallest buildings ontop of the roof so when you got there The other heros were waiting for you since you were late they said that you guys needed a way how to destroy the villains base and there… bomb exploded so when you heard it you jumped on the other buildings and your Claws from your paws or whatever went active and you went to wall to wall to see where the explosion came from and while your other hero friends Were almost there you looked around and saw Riddle your enemy A villain You took off your mask and putted around your neck

“Well isn’t it Y/L/N” He stick out his tongue at you to annoy you which did but you remember to flirt with him to confuse him

You crossed your arms and got ready to confuse him “Well i want to be the person you do you do in bed” You Smirk at him and it was a joking statement and saw his expression it changed and he thought you might like him but he smirked back and walk closer to you but then you use your powers on him on time before he can come closer which triggered him and he disappeared in instant

When your other hero friends got there they were surprised that you took him on by yourself

That night your went to your bed tired and when you heard a knock on your door, you went to the door and opened it and saw Riddle, “Riddle why are you here?!” You crossed your arms in concern and you stepped back while he got closer to you and closed the door behind him and locked it “Well no reason” he said, he got closer to you and grabbed you by the waist and smashed his lips with yours Which was aggressive and you guys made your way to your bed and stopped the kiss, “This is revenge for what you did to me earlier” He placed you on the bed and You guys took off each other clothes And Mattheo was a lining his member against your clint Which made you whimpered a little which made mattheo happy and he pushed his member inside of you that made the both of you moan He grabbed your hips and Kepts on thrusting into you

“Fuck, Y/n Your so tight…” He mumbled to you While you were Moaning his name, When you felt him hit your g spot You moaned loud but covered your mouth from waking up neighbors You were holding onto the bed sheets, Mattheo kept hitting your g spot which made you moan so much, after a while mattheo Cum inside of you and he collapsed ontop of you and pulling out of you.

“We should do it more often Y/n…” he said while kissing your lips, After you guys got done he decided to sleep with you.

In the morning you woke up to see him next to you and You guys did it again but… you guys did three rounds, rest in piece for your legs hon

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I hope you guys like the story! and have a great day loves!

[konigenblobbity]

It’s All Written Down [Part 2]

Hobie x SpideyF!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, also fluffy, sad Hobie, sad reader, comforting, crying, kissing

—> [Part 1]

Summary: After reading your note, Hobie immediately went off to find you, racking his brain to where you might’ve gone. When he finally remembers, he makes his way to you, hiding. Once you see him, you can’t help but break down… unable to contain your emotions, luckily it allows him to finally find the strength to share his own.

A/n: AAA the love I got for the first part! Y’all are so cute I was legit blushing! I also had SO much fun writing the first one so I’m so glad you all enjoyed it! Hope part 2 lives up to your expectations ;) enjoy meine Lieben

You held your mask in your hands, running your fingers over the stitching that lined the eyes. The fabric soaks up your tear as it falls onto it. You sniffle softly and then bring a hand to your face, rubbing away your tears. You had left Hobie’s apartment just 30 minutes ago, still crying over everything that had happened.

Meanwhile Hobie was swinging through the city, eyes darting around, looking for any trace of you or where you might’ve been. He racks his brain for any possible place you might’ve gone to, any place you’ve brought him to. He was desperate to find you, fearing that if he didn’t soon, you’d be gone forever.

He pushed away those thoughts, as he finally realizes where you might’ve gone to. A place you’ve told him about before, one you’ve mentioned fondly, explained how you’d go there before missions, to be by yourself and just enjoy the silence.

-

“Aren’t you just full of surprises” he chuckles and you just smile. “Everyone always says they’re creepy, but I don’t know…. They’re nice and quiet, full of history, very endearing in their own way” you and him were sitting on his bed, you sitting against the headboard, while he was sitting in front of you, legs overlapping with yours.

For the past hour you two have been playing a little game of questions, just using the time to learn more about each other. “So yeah… secret location to relax, the cemetery out near the city bridge.” You say and he just looks at you smiling. His tilts his head to the side softly, leaning back on his hands as he just stares at you, seemingly in adoration.

You blush slightly and glance away for a moment “What are you looking at?” He just shrugs but doesn’t pull his eyes away from your figure. “Nothin’ Marlin… just can’t help but enjoy this moment” he slowly moves to sit up, pulling his legs off yours. “Since I only ever see ya spider self at HQ or on missions” he moves to kneel on the bed.

The way his figure loomed over you now had you stiffening slightly, trying to move back more against the headboard. He just begins to smirk before speaking again “Only here do I get to relish how you talk bout what you love” he moves closer. His knees now on either side of your thighs, practically straddling you. You look away entirely now.

“How only I know what ya beautiful face looks like under that mask” he reaches a hand forward and places it on your chin, he lifts it slightly so your head looks up at him. When your eyes lock with his, he lets out a light chuckle, barely audible but a shiver runs through you as you hear it. “Such a gorgeous lil Marlin” he says narrowing his eyes.

“But what I relish most…” he leans forward slightly and your breath gets caught in your throat, nervous for what he could be up to. Up until that point everything’s been platonic. Your heart beat speeding up at the idea of him changing that part of relationship.

“Is your cheeky little laugh” You were taken by complete surprise at his hands went for your sides, beginning to tickle you without mercy. Your body immediately reacts, back arching as you begin to writhe under him. You laugh out at the feeling of his deft fingers tracing at your sides so softly. “AH! H-hobie! S-st haha! Stop it!”

He keeps you pinned down with his hips pressed against your own, not allowing you to run away from his attack. “There it is… that laugh right there” he says continuing to tease you with his words along with his fingers. You continue to writhe, hands going to grab his wrists to stop him, he easily pushes them away, smiling down at you.

“HOBIE PLEASE! Hahaha! S-stop! Hobi- haha!” You continue to plead, eyes beginning to well up from the shivers running through your whole body. He finally abides, stopping his hand’s movements, letting them just rest on your waist. You reposition yourself to sit up against the headboard again, having slid down from Hobie’s sudden attack.

“God I love it Marlin…” You have a grin stretching from ear to ear, hands grabbing Hobie’s wrists just in case he decides to go back to tickling you. “What I love more is that only I get to hear it” he can’t stop himself as he talks, suddenly feeling very affectionate. Your face begins to blush a dark red at his words, having never had someone as vocal as Hobie with their thoughts.

“T-That’s really sweet Hobie” you say softly and he just continues to look down at you. You both sit there in silence for a bit, his eyes locked with yours. His gaze pure admiration and care, you were sure that yours reflected the same thing. The way Hobie cares for you made your heart sing, knowing that he found the parts of you everyone disliked… endearing.

-

At the memory he couldn’t help but smile, but simultaneously changed his course to find the cemetery you mentioned that night. He had never been this determined before, not even on his missions… his whole mind spinning with worry. Now that he knew where you were, he just hoped you were okay.

You were sat on one of the small concrete buildings within the cemetery, often used to store tools or went down into the ground where more people were buried. It was high enough to overlook the rest of the cemetery, your eyes moving from row to row of headstones decorating the lush green of the ground.

Picking up on which graves were new and pristine, which were covered in moss and had become weathered, which had flowers - wilting or fresh. Then you felt a change in the air, your spider senses went off and you could hear him before you saw him. There was a soft brush of wind that went past you as Hobie landed behind you on the building.

You hear his footsteps come closer, before you notice his figure come into view on your left, watching in your peripheral vision how he sits down next to you, cross-legged, just like you. “I’ve been looking for you…” he says and you can feel his eyes burning into the side of your skull. The sound of his voice enough to make your heart sing, you’d only been gone for 1 hour but had already missed him endlessly.

You don’t say anything, just continue to look down at your mask, just one look at Hobie would be enough to make you fold. You were fighting back tears threatening to surface, your grip on your mask tightened. Hobie immediately noticed, reaching a hand over cautiously to place it on your thigh.

“I read the letter… Marlin listen I-“ at hearing his voice again you couldn’t help yourself, you lunged into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. Hobie was so caught off guard, he had to use one arm to brace himself, while the other wrapped around your back. He was frozen for a moment but upon hearing your soft sobs, all his attention was back on you.

He sat up, shifting so you could comfortably lie between his legs, allowing you to nuzzle your head further into his chest. He softly caresses your back, trying to soothe you as you continue to cry into his chest. “Oh god… I’m so sorry love” he didn’t know what else to say, your whole body was trembling in his arms, it caused him pain to see you like this, he could feel his heart screaming.

“I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know what else to do“ you couldn’t talk clearly, shaky breathes interrupting your words before they even left your lips. “I-I just… I didn’t-” Hobie brought a hand to your head, softly caressing your hair, beginning to rock you gently in his arms.

“Hey… hey Marlin it’s alright. Deep breaths, just take some deep breaths… I’ve got ya, you’re safe” he kept his voice low, not wanting to overwhelm you. His tone was clearly pained, but he tried to stay composed… for you. You were his only priority right now, all he wanted was to help calm you down.

For 30 minutes Hobie sat there, holding you in his arms, comforting you. Your breathing began to return to an even pace, heart rate slowing. At this point your eyes had closed and you were just listening to the sound of Hobie’s heart beat, finding it’s even rhythm soothing.

You finally spoke, although it was low and raspy, he listened intently “Miguel’s right… I can’t handle missions on my own, so I left. Wanted to make it easier, by just leaving” Hobie begins to shake his head, eyes furrowed as he looks down at you “Miguel is fucking daft… he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t know you Marlin. No one knows you like I do”

Even at the mention of Miguel Hobie’s blood boiled, the name sat like poison on his tongue. His insult was quick, every word laced with malice. He hated that one goddamn moron in a spandex suit with a shocking amount of self-righteousness was the one to hurt you to the point that you ran away.

“Marlin you’re fucking phenomenal… dozens of missions, and never once did ya make a mess of it. Not even Miguel can say that” he continued to pet your hair softly, occasionally spinning a few strands around his fingers, knowing how you always did that to calm yourself during missions.

“That’s not true… what about w-“ your voice was so soft Hobie easily interrupted you “Don’t fight me on this Marlin.” His words were playful, but still held a weight of warning. You unwrap your arms enough to push yourself out of his chest, sitting between his legs as you look up at him. “Hobie I’m just not sure whether-“

When you finally see Hobie’s face, were shocked to find his eyes watering and a tear running down his cheek, you reach a hand up to wipe it away and gently cup his face. His expression is sullen as he places a hand on yours “Please Marlin… we’ll talk to Miguel. If he doesn’ want you workin’ team missions, we’ll do solo missions together. Just us” his voice was almost a whisper, his head leaning into your touch. You bit your lip, feeling your eyes well up all over again.

You’d never seen Hobie so vulnerable… to be fair, he’d never seen you so vulnerable either. Before you could respond he tilted his head to kiss the palm of your hand, your breath catching in your throat at the sight… heart stopping at the feeling. “Please don’t leave… we’ll figure something out” you felt more tears run down your cheeks.

All you could do was nod your head quickly, a soft “okay…” leaving your lips. Your gaze focused on him as you gave him a comforting smile, even if your expression was contorted with hurt. He let out a soft huff, before smiling wildly and reaching forward pulling you into his arms.

The grasp he had on you was unbearably tight, but you didn’t want him to loosen it or let go, his arms and warmth making you feel safe… as if nothing could hurt you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled into where it met his collar, holding Hobie as tight as you could, grabbing the fabric of his shirt in your fists.

“Christ Marlin…” he begins to say and you hum softly in question, urging him to continue “I can’t believe you said goodbye with a fucking piece of paper” His words were meant to be teasing, but you could sense the hurt and sincerity of his statement. You pull away from his neck enough to look at him again.

“I’m sorry… I just knew that if I said goodbye to your face, I’d never have left at all” you smile at him and he gives you his signature smirk back, leaning forward and kissing your forehead softly. “Then I guess I just have to keep ya eyes on me, hm Marlin?” he winks at you, you chuckle slightly and blush at his words

He was gazing into your eyes, a clear admiration in them, but there was something else. It was the same back in his room, when you two were playing questions. Just as you did that day, you tilted your head and asked with a smile “What are you looking at?” He chuckles softly, recognizing this conversation, he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

“Nothing… just enjoying this moment Marlin” he begins to say, you watch as his eyes glance at your lips once before locking eyes with you again. “Seeing as I only ever see your Spidey persona at HQ or on missions” you move a hand from around his neck to caress his cheek, using your thumb to trace his cheekbone.

“It’s when we’re alone that I can wrap my arms around you” His tone was low and he was still looking at you, practically unblinking. You swear you saw his pupils dilate. “Only in my room do I get to see that gorgeous face you hide under your mask” his hands grab at your waist. pulling you closer to him, moving you to straddle his lap, his hands now resting on your waist.

“But my favorite part…” a devilish smirk crosses his face and you remember this all too well. You grab his wrists as a precaution, but leaving his hands on your waist. You look at him warningly, raising your brows “don’t you dare tickle me Hobie…” he lets out a soft chuckle before leaning forward.

His plush lips meet yours, you let out a soft gasp in response, which immediately gets swallowed up by his lips. His eyes were closed and after a moment yours fluttered shut as well. He then whispers softly against your lips, finishing his statement “my favorite part is that you let me” you hummed softly at his words.

All his attention went back to kissing you, it was slow, gentle, but you could feel every bit of adoration and care he put into it. Your hands loosened their grip on his wrists, he then intertwined his fingers with yours, lifting them. You abided and let him lead your touch, he placed them around his neck, before placing his hands back on your waist.

Your hands softly begin to caress him, gliding up and down his lean shoulders, one finding its way further up, beginning to gently trace his wicks. You heard a soft groan leave him, before he pulled you closer against him, continuing to mold his lips against yours expertly. When he finally pulled away it took a moment to regain your composure and open your eyes.

“To know that I’m the one you trust most, the one you bear ya soul to… that just about might be the hottest thing in the world Marlin”

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[pahtoosh]

Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?

mouthed and dangerous

masterlist

18+

wc: ~460 words

warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.

a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

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“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”

Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”

You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.

“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”

“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.

“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”

If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.

Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.

He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.

Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.

“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”

He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”

You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.

Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”

Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.

“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.

A beat of silence passed.

“Just one,” you said, nervously.

He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.

“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”

You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”

[hyperfixated-gvf]

I Wanna Be Yours, Pretty Baby

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader | Rated Explicit | Words: 11.6k

Warnings: Language, smut, semi-public sex, possessive themes, outdoor sex, unprotected sex

Chapter Summary: Jealousy sparks a move forward for spoiled!Y/N and pool boy!Sam.

18+ / MINORS DNI

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“No, it’s just that someone left a fucking $700 putter on one of the greens today. Why the fuck would someone leave a putter on the green? How the fuck does someone leave a putter on the green and not even notice it was missing? What kind of moron–”

“Daniel Wagner.” 

Your voice cut into the golf caddy’s sentence, having been talking to a very familiar head of hair across from him. You smiled. Of course, you'd seen Sam’s head of long, unfairly luscious locks across the table from the man you were intent on finding the moment you walked through the clubhouse door, and immediately thought that perhaps this whole golfing thing would end up being more of a successful use of your day than you’d anticipated it to be.

It wasn’t as if you knew Sam would be here, but…well, it wasn’t your fault that you did know he was off-duty – your friends had been talking during lunch, and you always kept your ears on – and if he wasn’t off being the village bicycle, you’d had a high suspicion that he’d seek his friend out to bother, even if Danny wasn’t off-duty.

It was pure coincidence that you'd had the sudden urge to cash in on Danny's offer for a lesson. Entirely coincidental.

At the sound of his name, Danny whipped his head around, as did Sam, but where Danny immediately straightened his posture and put a smile on his face, Sam did no such thing. Instead, he raised a brow and narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but stayed silent.

It had been a couple of weeks since your tryst and, while you’d flirtatiously fought around the pool grounds a couple of times, you hadn’t found your way back to his bed, nor he to yours. It had been his name on your lips while you brought yourself to completion in bed at night, but that was the extent of it.

“Y/N! I mean– Miss Y/N…um,” Danny stuttered out the honorific, much to Sam’s chagrin behind him, but you kept your gaze on Danny, “what can I do for you?”

You smiled at him, finding his attitude satisfactory and his stutter endearing. The man was undeniably handsome, and charming in a completely different way than Sam. “You promised me a golf lesson, remember?” you asked cheekily, fluttering your lashes at him. “All the gentlemen here say you’re a promising young stud on the course, and you told me your schedule would be open for me, so…here I am.”

Danny scoffed and rubbed at the back of his neck, letting Sam drift into your periphery again. You hadn’t so much as acknowledged his presence, and you weren’t planning on giving him the satisfaction, either. “I dunno about that,” he muttered, eyes shifting to the side. “I mean, I’m good! I’ve played a long time but, at the end of the day, I’m just a caddy.” He was quick to correct himself once he realized he was speaking with someone who could potentially hold sway in his employment, but you just laughed and waved him off.

“Yes, but you’re the best caddy. And being the best will get you places, Daniel Wagner, especially here.” You licked your lips once and watched as he gulped. Good. You liked the fact that he knew power and influence when he saw it, and you felt like Marlin and Bruce – a shark and a clownfish, perfectly aware of the danger that rested within reach that was barred by a respect and an acknowledgment of power dynamics you had been raised on. 

Your parents were rich, yes, but they tried to raise you on ethical business and that was something you held close to your heart, and one of the reasons you had stayed away from Sam after sleeping with him.

“And she only has the best. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Speak of the devil himself.

Now that you were back in his orbit, it was difficult to hold yourself to the same standard. The challenge was fresh, the sure promise of mind games invigorating, and his steadfast stubbornness - regardless of the fact that these were his first words to you - something you relished. It was more difficult now to tell yourself that despite the fact that you weren’t his boss, you were closely enough tied into the business that, following a straight and true ethical business decision, you shouldn’t be and should not have slept with him.

But on a personal basis…well, you weren’t his boss, and the only business decisions you were making at the moment were meals to be served at the restaurant. At the end of the day, you were only slightly different from any other guest.

“And you would know, Kiszka?” you snorted. “We have one conversation and what? Have you abandoned your ways and devoted yourself to knowing everything about me?” 

Sam smirked and met your eyes, staring up at you from his slouched position on the chair and drawling, “Hm. No, actually, I'm quite set in my ways. Fucked a girl named April behind the chemical shed just yesterday, actually.”

Danny balked at his nonchalance talking about his sex life, especially to you, and looked away in what you were sure was secondhand embarrassment. It wouldn’t have surprised you if he got crease lines from having to do it so often around Sam. “Romantic,” you scoffed, and then turned back to Danny, knowing it would grind Sam's gears to be ignored for the most part. “So, lesson? Can we start now? I’m all dressed and everything.”

It had been one time that you’d gone to your father for fashion advice. The man was well-dressed, but his social circles had very little overlap with yours and, if you were being honest, you weren’t a huge fan of golf. Your father’s smile when you mentioned Danny having offered a lesson convinced you to give it another try, and you’d asked for an outfit rundown. 

The skirts you found in the women’s section of the on-site retail shop was far too…male fantasy for your taste, so your father had them tailor his favorite brand of lightweight golf trousers to your specifications, and you were now rocking them confidently and admitting that at least your dad had good taste in what he wore.

Everything else was per what the store had, but you weren’t planning on being out on the course day after day – this was probably going to be a one-off. Honestly, at the base of it, your main driving force was the small interaction you’d had after leaving Sam’s room the morning after you’d both given into desire.

You were nothing if not someone who followed through.

“And you look great,” Danny assured, looking down at his phone for a second. “Give me just a second, and then we can check out a cart and go. I’ll– I promise, I’ll be right back!” 

Danny scampered away and caught another caddy by the shoulder, taking a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket and pointing to something on it, speaking animatedly before gesturing back to where you were.

You hadn’t noticed the smirk crawl onto your face when you realized that he was pawning off a client so that he could take you out to the course. A less than empty schedule, and yet, you’d still gotten your way – just the way you liked it.

You hadn’t noticed, but Sam certainly did. “You really haven’t changed a bit,” he scoffed.

With only a cursory glance in his direction, you shrugged, mocking him as you said, “Hm. No, actually. It’s only been a couple of weeks, and your dick wasn’t life changing.”

There wasn’t time for Sam to have a snippy comeback, as Danny hadn’t needed much time to convince the caddy to take on the client. “Okay,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Do you have clubs?”

You shook your head. “No. I’m not sure if I’ll like it or not, so I figured I’d do the lesson first before I went through the arduity of hiring someone else to do the research for me.” 

Sam rolled his eyes at your wealthy words, and Danny caught that little blase display of disrespect and cleared his throat. “Um…sorry, Sam, it looks like we’ll have to talk later. I’ll catch you soon?”

The visceral pout on Sam’s face marred his features, and the glare he sent you wasn’t as underlyingly amused as his usually were. “You’re stealing my friend, now?” He mumbled something afterwards, too under-his-breath for you to catch, but it sounded like, ‘bitch,” It could, of course, been something else, like ‘rich,’ or ‘grinch,” but your money was on the original. 

“I would never,” you said sweetly, just as Danny panicked and opened his mouth to tell his disgruntled friend off. “You’re free to join us. That’s allowed, right, Danny?”

Danny’s face morphed from a scolding only a moment away from happening to a raised-brow, wide-eyed expression directed at Sam that clearly prompted agreement when he said, “Only if he behaves, because he’s in an awful mood right now, I guess. Sorry about him.”

Again, you waved him off, quite amused with their dynamics – always mimicking a father and an unruly child that they were taking out for a day at the park. “All in good fun; right, Sam?”

“Fun like carnival games,” he muttered, sighing greatly as Danny took the opportunity to whisk you away from further comment on Sam’s part, explaining different aspects of the game to start you off on the start of your golfing journey.

You tried to pay attention, and you took mental notes because you’d be damned before you fell into the stereotype and let golf be a man’s game. Soon, you were out on the greens, driving only a short distance away to a large, open area – Danny driving, you sitting proper in the front seat, and Sam sullenly crossing his arms in the backseat.

“Okay,” Danny said, putting the cart in park and pocketing the key, “first stop: driving range. We’ll have a lesson on how to swing, which club is used how, and proper form. I’ll grab the clubs, you go and pick out a station!”

The clubs, buckled in next to Sam, were picked up and hauled onto Danny’s shoulder while you surveyed your options. Deciding to settle into one between the middle and the end – a sweet spot – that just so happened to be open, you stretched in the sunlight and smiled at the two men following you. Danny gave you a smile back, and Sam grimaced.

You wondered what the stick up his ass was. 

You picked the driver out of the bag and tested the weight of it in your hand. “This one, right?” You knew enough not to be a total dunce, at least.

Danny nodded encouragingly, coming up to subtly direct the head of the club down and away from anybody’s pretty face. “Right,” he confirmed, lining himself up on the little mound of grass. “So, first, you’ll want to put your tee in and make sure it’s straight. No one wants a ball rolling off just as you’re about to swing…” He kept explaining the basics to you, showing you first, letting you mimic his actions, and then finally allowing you to step up to where he’d been standing. “Is it okay if I readjust you?” he asked.

In the process of glancing back at Danny, you saw Sam look away quickly, feigning disinterest when he knew he’d been caught staring but was unable to wipe the frown off of his face. It didn’t really register in your head – he’d been in a bad mood since you’d shown up and you were more focused on Danny’s hands gently turning your shoulders to where they needed to be anyways.

It went on like this for a while: Danny would make an adjustment, you’d take it to heart, and Sam would frown the whole time.

“You know, you’re going to get early wrinkles if you pout all day,” you said when you finally got back into the cart to start the course.

“I won’t get wrinkles, my skin is going to glow forever.”

Even his snap-backs were pouty. 

You hummed and settled back into the seat, turning to face him, chin resting on your palm. “What’s wrong, Sammy? Did I steal your playtime away?” Your lower lip pudged out exaggeratedly; you wanted to get under his skin. Wanted to be on his mind and make it churn.

He glared at you, also twisted in his seat, and leaned in closer. “Daniel is not a toy, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows perked and you cocked your head. You knew that, obviously – in fact, you hadn’t treated Danny much differently than you’d treat any other caddy giving you a lesson, so you weren’t really sure what his damage was.

"If you're not mad that I stole him away from giving you all his attention, then what's got you being such a bitch today?"

His eyes were dark and moody, but for a split second, they flicked down to your lips, and you quirked them up at that little admission. He was still thinking about you.

"Nothing more than being around the biggest bitch of them all."

Danny began approaching the cart, so you quickly leaned in again under the guise of stretching and getting comfortable in your seat. "Don't talk so dirty to me, Sam, you know what name-calling does to me."

You didn't see what his reaction had been, but all lesson long, his attitude kept up – you were impressed, really. You hadn’t seen that kind of tantrum since your private school days where maturity wasn’t really a thing. He huffed when you asked Danny for clarifications, and he stomped back to the cart when Danny ‘took too long’ making small adjustments in your swing and explaining the different clubs. He even threw you the bird when you offered the clubs to him (along with a taunt about not playing because he was afraid that you’d be better than him).

But the lesson was finished in an hour and a half much to Sam’s sarcastic glee, and you made it back to the cart check-in just as a familiar figure was turning the keys to his personal cart.

“Dad!”

Your father looked up, smiling at you like he always did. “Hey Pumpkin! Finally capitalizing on that free lesson I see?”

“I told you I was,” you said, knowing that your dad had a lot of faith in your ability to finish things out, just…maybe not on the golf course.

Still, he looked very pleased to see you there. “I’m glad to see you out using the course, for once, and with my best caddy, too.” He abandoned his cart for a moment to walk over to you and the two boys flanking your sides. “Mr. Wagner, she received your best, I assume?”

“Only that and nothing else,” he promised, back ramrod straight and chest puffed out a bit. Sam mumbled something behind you, but it was lost in the rattle of another cart passing by.

Your dad patted Danny on the shoulder. “Good man. How’d you like it?” he asked, turning his gaze back to you.

Surprisingly, when you thought back to your lesson, you hadn’t been bored. It still wasn’t your thing, and your father would respect that, but the game wasn’t as bad as you remembered it being, although the company you kept might have contributed to how tolerable you found hitting a ball around an ecological disaster.

Well, half of the company you kept, at least.

“It…wasn’t bad, really,” you told him. “I’m no pro, but we can play a round or two sometime together – Danny was a wonderful teacher,” you appreciated, knowing that your father took stock in what you said about the staff. “The best there is, just like you said.”

He eyed the two of you, gauging any sort of tension and if he should step in to have a word about his baby girl with the caddy, which was ironic when the more threatening culprit was standing a foot away, still unnoticed by your father.

He must not have found anything to worry about, because he hummed pleasantly and nodded. “I’ll take you up on that, Y/N, and we’ll make a day of it, I promise. Right now, I have a meeting on the greens.”

Danny laughed at his joke, casually saying, “They’re always calling, aren’t they?”

And your father, with an amused gleam in his eye, shook his head. “No…an actual meeting. WIth a board member, actually.”

You snorted at his humor and at Danny’s slight embarrassment, but said your goodbyes and continued back to the caddy’s lounge where you’d started off.

“Well, I guess this is where you leave, then, Y/N,” Sam said, flopping into an empty armchair and waving you off like a fly. “I’d say it was nice to see you but that was the most excruciating experience of my life, so…buh-bye. Sayonara, adios, skedattle.”

You weren’t hurt by his callous dismissal, but it did spark your curiosity. What had him in such a tizzy?

You chuckled at him, but paid him no attention otherwise as you turned to Danny and stuck out your hand. “As much as I hate to admit it, it is time for me to go; I have another appointment in an hour. Thank you for the lesson,” you said, genuinely grateful for the care and sincerity he’d shown you during the lesson. “If there was anyone able to convince me that golf isn’t as bad as I remember it being, it would be you.”

Danny blushed pink, high in his cheekbones, and cast his gaze down, taking your hand for a firm shake. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. Drop in anytime and I can show you how to perfect that drive of yours – you could be a really good golfer if you wanted to be, I could tell just by today!”

Sam groaned from the chair, shifting and glaring at the two of you. “Jesus, either fuck him or go away already, Y/N.”

Danny somehow blushed even brighter, then sputtered and sighed in such a long-suffering way that you wondered how long they’d been friends, but something about his tone caught your attention. He’d been pissy the entire time you’d been together, and his words could have been due to his bad mood, sure. But a small, niggling thought wormed its way to the front of your mind, and you knew that it had to be explored the moment you registered what the developing theory was.

Did Sam really not like seeing you with Danny? Was he really – dare you even think it – jealous?

You finally turned to face him, square and fully, and stared him straight in the eye. Any micro expression, any fidgety twitch or shift of his eye – you wanted to see a faultline. He glared defiantly back, eventually raising his brow when you didn’t say anything. “Is that what you want, Sam?”

His lips pinched together slightly and something about his gaze changed – darkened, almost. But he scoffed and looked away before you could analyze it further. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

You hummed, giving him a sickly-sweet smile. “Well, happy birthday, then, I’ll leave.”

“S’not my birthday.”

“Then from out of the kindness in my heart,” you shot back, digging into your pocket to pull out a bill to offer Danny. “Your tip, Mr. Head Caddy.”

Danny graciously accepted the money and thanked you, and then the only thing left to do was leave, so that’s just what you did, even with the damn pool boy still on your mind.

…

Meet me at the cart pickup, 11pm.

The note given to you by the concierge was messy, and even with no identifier nor hint to who had sent it, you still somehow knew exactly who’d written it, although you highly doubted that the pool boy had been the one to deliver it himself.

Regardless of who he’d bribed, charmed, or fucked to do his bidding, or how you’d rolled your eyes at the 90’s rom-com drama of an anonymous note, you found yourself taking a leisurely stroll across the grounds at 11 pm, determined to not be on time. 

It was exactly 11:11 when you meandered up to the spot where Danny had checked out the cart that morning and, there, you found a lone figure lounging with his feet on the dashboard of a locked club cart. The dim light from his phone illuminated his features just enough to pick out his profile, sculpted unfairly to perfection, and you cleared your throat to get his attention. “You called?”

Sam looked up, searching for you in the dim light with an unreadable expression on his handsome face. “Oh, nice of you to show up.”

“As if you were on time?” you scoffed. He never was – you’d heard Rico complain about his tardiness before, and didn’t hesitate to use that information against him.

He shrugged. “Guess you’ll never know.” He was still in a weird mood – not as many snappy comebacks, not as much sass, not as much teasing. Because of this, you watched him curiously as he picked himself out of the seat and closed the distance between you in a few strides, coming to rest very near to you – almost near enough to make you feel the need to step back. 

It was quite dark, but the emergency lamps that lit up the area where the carts were parked a few feet away provided enough light to see his jaw clench before he reached for you, one hand gripping your waist and the other circling the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he shocked you by planting his mouth on yours. 

Nothing about the kiss was sweet. It didn’t start off sweet, he never even gave you the chance to think of the word sweet. It was deep, sloppy, and desperate from the start and, if you didn’t know better, it felt like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a while.

Over and over, his lips connected with yours, sneaking in small breaths in the natural push-and-pull and gentle explorations of his tongue. You hadn’t realized that he’d begun backing you up until you hit the rough bark of a tree, grunting at the unexpected collision but unable to stop greedily taking everything that Sam was giving you.

Barely two conversations between the two of you for weeks, and now this? Surely it wasn’t healthy.

But healthy wasn’t exactly on your mind when he pushed his knee between your thighs. You gasped a bit, hand tightening on Sam’s slightly stubbly jaw until he finally pulled away. For a moment, you both stood there, panting slightly without pulling away from the other’s gravity. 

For everything that you’d done together, this was new. Even when you’d slept together, Sam had never kissed you like that. It was far more intimate than what you were used to with Sam, far more…everything. And you hated how much it had an effect on you. You didn’t know what to say – he’d kissed you speechless, and now you couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed by your lack of brain power after that.

Just as suddenly as he'd kissed you, he pulled back and put a few inches of space between his body and yours.

“Come on.”

Leaving you gasping and attempting to re-wet your lips, Sam abruptly turned and motioned towards the golf course, quickly clicking on his phone flashlight and prompting you to do the same.

Part of you wanted to plant your feet and refuse to move until Sam came back and either finished what he started or gave you some sort of thought from his brain that told of his intentions kissing you like that. But Sam stopped and waited for you once he was a few feet away, and you were much too curious as to where he was taking you to be that stubborn right now.

As you walked in relative silence across the greens, dodging in and out of certain places that surely would have been easier just to walk through, you finally broke the silence, saying, “Where are we–”

“You’ll see, just wait.”

Sam made sure that there was no conversation, no witty back-and-forth, and because of that, the walk made you a little nervous. Not in a “oh shit is he gonna kill me out here” kinda way, but more in a tummy-turning, butterfly-inducing “oh my god is this going to be a date?” kinda way. 

If anything, you’d have appreciated him acknowledging the fact that you’d just made out against a tree instead of acting so utterly normal, which, in the scheme of things, wasn’t normal at all.

You finally approached an open putting green, lit up by the bright moon and a lamp that lit the cart path nearby, and your silent questions were finally answered.

No, this was not a date.

In fact, this was hole #2, which was one that had very little shade in the daytime, but made an exceptional stargazing spot at night. It was also where another figure was on his back, pointing up at the sky and seemingly tracing patterns in the stars.

“Didya start without me?” Sam asked, voice loud in the silence. As soon as the body on the green leaned up and looked your way, you knew it was Danny (as if you hadn’t already had the sneaking suspicion before that) by the fluffy, curly hair and long, skinny torso. “Seem pretty content there, Wagner.”

“I mean–” Danny finally seemed to notice that Sam wasn’t the only one approaching, and he quickly sat up straighter. “Oh, Y/N! I…um, I wasn’t expecting you.” He moved his leg too quickly to be inconspicuous, and you laughed. 

“Chill out, Danny. I’m here as a friend.”

Sam sat down across from Danny, perfectly at home on his friend’s soil in a way that told many-a night having done the same thing. “I invited her. Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said, a little quieter. You felt a bit like an intruder and, even knowing what they did from rumors that floated around and reached your ears, didn’t want Danny to feel as though he needed to be work-Danny instead of off-the-clock Danny.

That, in addition to being disoriented at the purpose of this trip if it wasn’t a date and it wasn’t a hookup.

The caddy shrugged, clearing his throat but not moving his leg. “No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t really prepared to see anyone with you, much less the boss-lady.”

“Oh, I’m not the bossy-lady. Yet, at least,” you acquiesced. “The calm before the storm, if you will.”

Sam looked at you expectantly and gestured to the grass beside him, and you took a seat to complete your little triangle, the temperature change between the balmy air and the cooler ground making the short, thick greenery feel damp, but when you brushed your palm over the back of your shorts, you felt no moisture seeping through.

If there was the faintest, lingering wetness between your legs from Sam’s kiss, you blamed the unexpected, hot, and abruptly-ended nature of it.

“So, did you start without me?” Sam asked again, holding his hand out to Danny because apparently he didn’t want to fuck around with niceties when weed (you assumed, at least) was on the line. “Because if you did, Y/N and I need to catch up.” 

Danny moved his leg again, bringing it off of the little kit that was thrown together in a fanny pack, confirming your suspicions. “Like, three puffs. Then I decided to wait.”

He handed a pinched joint to Sam and then the lighter, the former which Sam immediately handed to you. “You’ve smoked before, right?” he asked, again prolonging the contact between your fingers as he held the little stick to your hand and getting much closer than he needed to be. 

“Not much, but a couple of times, yeah. Here,” you said, holding the blunt up between two fingers, “light it up and show me how it’s done. It’s been a while.”

Sam’s thumb lingered at the pulse point in your wrist, holding you steady as he flicked the lighter on and held it to the end of the paper, making it burn orange and then smolder. He didn’t let go of your wrist to give the joint to him, though. Instead, he gently turned it so that he could put his lips around the non-lit end, staring at you as he dragged the smoke in and held it before tilting his head to the sky and letting it swirl into the night air. “Shit, that’s good. I’m so glad you found this spot, Daniel. It’s perfect for a midnight smoke.”

You glanced over at Danny, but he wasn’t looking back; he was turned politely and watching the stars again. A small pang of embarrassment burned your face – that little show seemed far too intimate for company. It almost made you want to apologize, but Sam handed you the joint before you could say anything, and you shook off Sam’s weird behavior by wrapping your lips around the paper where Sam’s had been just a few seconds ago. 

“What makes this spot different?” The smoke burned a bit going in, but you managed not to cough it all out, instead just letting it escape in one raggedy breath. Like you’d said – it had been a while since you’d smoked with others, and you weren’t sure what their rotation looked like. One puff and switch? A couple?

“Danny?” you asked, offering him the blunt since he would be the next in the lineup. But Sam snatched it away before he could answer, taking another hit before handing it over to his best friend.

“The ‘three puff’ tax,” he grinned, smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke. 

Danny rolled his eyes and took an extra-long drag just to blow it towards Sam in a taunt. “You’re lucky I waited at all. It’s been a shit week and I’ve been looking forward to this since we bought it.” Finally, Danny turned back to you and answered your previous question. “If I get in trouble, I never said this,” he half-joked. You mimed zipping your lips and Danny explained, “This is one of the only spots the security cameras can’t see. Mallory from security and I get on pretty well, and she let me in on this little secret when Sam and I had been complaining about having nowhere to smoke in peace.”

You laughed, watching as Sam plucked the drugs from Danny’s fingers to hand to you as the middle-man, even though you could have easily reached Danny in the position you were in. Sam’s in-and-out weave on the way here made much more sense now – he’d been avoiding cameras. “Ah. She’s a true friend then.” Thinking back to Danny’s words, you looked down, scratching your fingers lightly through the greenery beneath you. “You know, I hope I wasn’t a contributing factor to your shit week.”

Danny quickly shook his head, waving his hands in a non-threatening manner. “Oh, of course not! No, it’s those damn Freise kids. They started lessons twice a week a few weeks ago on different days, so I have to deal with one or the other almost every shift,” he sighed, gratefully accepting the joint from Sam, who skipped his turn after you’d taken yours so that Danny could unwind. “The youngest one won’t stop throwing tantrums and the teenager tries to break everything on purpose ‘cause he’s a little shit.”

You frowned. That did sound like shit. “You can always ban them,” you offered as a solution. It had been done before in various activities around the club – drunkards banned from the kayaking ‘river’ that encircled the property like a moat, kids who didn’t respect the horses banned from the stables, peeping toms banned from the pool.

Sam’s lean calf brushed your bare ankle as he stretched his legs out, and you realized he’d moved closer to you. Sitting as you were, it would only take a few scooches to be in his lap, which was open and not something you should be thinking about when you couldn’t do anything about it. He was still sitting between you and Danny, who was watching the smoke he exhaled dissipate into the night before handing the stubby butt of the joint to Sam so that he could finish it off while he lit a new one. 

“I know, it’s just…” he trailed off, pretending to shift his focus to the lighter in his hand. 

Sam cleared his throat after the last puff of the first joint had been smoked. “Because Mr. Freise is buddy-buddy with your dad, and he had been the one to suggest Danny as a teacher.”

You glanced sympathetically towards Danny, hating that he was putting up with shit because he thought he had to. Knowing that nothing you said would make up for the fact that you would always be seen as part of ‘the other side,’ you sighed. “I’m sorry. I–” Any apology would sound contrite in that moment, so you decided on another angle. “Whatever you do, I hope you know that I would be on your side and, if push really came to shove and Mr. Freise didn’t already know his kids were shitheads–” That brought a giggle out of the two boys, who had smoked a majority of the first joint and were passing the next one back around. “–I would have your back. And I know for a fact that my dad values my opinion and his best caddy more than how much one rich family wants their kids on the golf course.”

Danny grinned at you rather dopily, which was when you began to doubt that he’d only had three puffs before you and Sam had arrived, and tentatively patted you on the shoulder, a friendly gesture that made you smile. It wasn’t often you felt able to make real friends around the club, especially with the staff, but you felt some sort of kinship with Danny that you couldn’t explain – the only thing you really shared in common was having some strain of a relationship with Sam who, at the moment, was staring much too intently at the point of contact that had just passed through you and his best friend.

Lost in a haze that must have been at least a third due to the drugs he’d been inhaling at a faster pace than you, he didn’t realize you were staring at him until you snapped your fingers in front of his face and pointed out the still-burning blunt between his fingers. “You gonna take a hit or can I?”

Sam smirked and brought the blunt back between his lips, licking his lips once he let it go before blowing the smoke in your direction. “You want some smoke, Princess?” he asked, and you hesitated answering, not knowing if he was trying to be facetious with his choice of words or not. “Come and get it.”

He took another drag in and held it, leaning forward without losing your gaze. You knew what he wanted, but shot a quick glance back over to Danny, who had once again politely looked away. Sam quirked a brow as he let what would have been your hit out of his mouth in one breath, with it, a murmured, “No?”

“Sam…” you mouthed, chastising him silently. Danny was right there, and it made you uncomfortable knowing that he was probably catching onto the weird dynamic between you two, if Sam hadn’t already spilled everything. 

But Sam just stared defiantly back, placing one long-fingered hand on your knee and used it to tug you to him, challenging you to go along with his performance. “It’s just a hit, Y/N, come on. Are you scared of cooties?”

He was toeing the line and pushing your boundaries, but you knew that one word from you or Danny would stop him. While part of you was concerned with Danny’s comfort, it seemed like he was…perfectly used to seeing Sam be a slut. And when Sam sucked in another hit and leaned toward you again, you wanted to be close to him, wanted to take the smoke right out of his mouth and, besides, it really wasn’t as wild as you were making it out to be. People did it all the time at parties, and it wasn’t as if you were going to be shoving your tongue down his throat like Sam had when you’d been alone earlier.

“If I’m gonna catch something from anyone here, it’d be you,” you grumbled, and Danny laughed loudly at that from his position, laying down now with his eyes closed, just enjoying the balmy night. With his attention not on you, you braced yourself on his leg and met him in the middle, barely brushing your lips against his as he exhaled right into your inhale, transferring the smoke between the two of you. “Happy now? Or are you still jealous?”

You whispered your parting question into his ear, nose nudging between the long strands of his loose hair and sending smoke against his skin. Without waiting for an answer, you pulled away, taking the blunt with you for a couple of real hits. His fingertips dug into your skin for a second and made you shivered. 

He said nothing, but you knew that Sam had realized he’d been caught out – not that he’d been particularly subtle about his heightened scrutiny of your interactions with Danny that day. You weren’t convinced that Sam felt threatened by Danny at all, though; if anything, you’d have pinned it on Sam’s penchant for creating drama out of nothing with you for the sake of his own excitement.

You sent a stream of concentrated smoke his way before reaching over to tap Danny on the shoulder and hand him the drugs – a reward for having to put up with Sam’s shit. When he peeked his eyes opened and saw your offering, he made a pleased noise and pushed himself up to properly take it from you.

With the second blunt burning down now, you were beginning to feel slightly floaty – not enough to consider yourself baked or anything, but enough to collect on the feeling of relaxation that Danny was apparently basking fully in, having flopped back down onto the soft grass of the putting green as soon as he stubbed the blunt out after smoking the last of it and returned it haphazardly to the fanny pack.

For a moment, the three of you were silent, just the slight whisper of the leaves in a stray night breeze. 

“I gotta piss, sorry guys,” Danny snorted, obviously acknowledging the abrupt disruption of peace.

He hopped up and jogged a couple of trees over, disappearing behind the trunk with just a sliver of his back sticking out. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been unintentionally watching him, the little shimmy not registering in your head until Sam’s body knocked gently into yours, causing you to shoot your arms behind you and catch yourself. “Shit–”

He crawled between your knees, and your head was foggy enough to forget all about Danny in this position. “Don’t watch, Princess, that’s rude,” he whispered, uncharacteristically needy as he pressed his lips to yours shortly, letting you answer his accusation.

“I wasn’t– I mean, I didn’t actually realize I was–” you sputtered, simultaneously coming into the realization that you had been about to watch Danny take a piss behind a tree and very flustered with Sam’s forwardness. “Sam, Danny’s going to come back any second.”

Sam hummed in displeasure, gripping your hip to get you closer before he stole another kiss, again diving right into it and taking your mouth with his as if he were starving for it. “I know,” he breathed between kisses, pushing into you time after time, as quickly as he could with a deadline. “Just one more”

True to his word and just in time, he left you with a lingering kiss and a heaving chest, trying to draw in air after being denied for a good minute straight – it didn’t sound like long, but it was enough to have you struggling to calm yourself as Danny approached you, safely apart so that he didn’t catch anything he wasn’t supposed to.

Danny didn’t sit back down, though. He bent down to throw the fanny pack at Sam’s face, grinning when it hit him and Sam gave a glare in return, and stretched instead, jiggling his hands in his pockets when they came back down. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay,” he said, a yawn following the curtails of his statement.

“Already?” Sam asked, frowning as he watched Danny glance back towards the way you’d come. It had only been an hour and some minutes since you’d arrived, smoking and shooting the shit to fill the time. “I thought you had tomorrow off. We were gonna smoke ‘til the sun came back up, remember?”

Oh god, had that really been the plan? You shot Sam a surreptitious look– raised brows, small grin, questioning gaze. That was what he was planning on doing all night long? Because if it was, you were going to have to think on your feet of a way to convince him that you would be much more interesting to do than drugs.

“I was supposed to, but Al got sick today and we needed coverage. As the head caddy…”

“No fun,” Sam pouted. “Being the head of anything sounds like a drag.”

Danny laughed and scuffed his shoe on the grass. “Yeah, well…not all of us have the work ethic of a baby koala.”

You snorted at the comparison and nudged him. “Yeah, baby koala.” When Sam stuck his tongue out at you, you rolled your eyes and tilted your face to Danny. “It was fun hanging out with you. You know, when you’re not on the clock. But that was fun, too.”

He returned your smile, a gentle turn of his mouth that crinkled his eyes a bit. “You too, Y/N. I’ve never been too sure what to make of you, but you’re…you’re pretty damn chill.”

Sam scoffed, a certain playfulness in his tone that you weren’t sure was from the weed or following this strange behavior he’d been having all day – moody and snappy one minute and then sweet and more serious than he usually was with you. “She still ain’t shit, I say.”

“Right,” you said, ready for to give it right back this time, “that’s why you dragged me out here for no fucking reason to hang out with you and your best friend. I am the shit.” With your nose in the air, Sam booed you as Danny laughed, glancing between you two and watching Sam’s smile grow.

He said his goodbyes once more and then began walking into the darker cover of the trees that made up a small grove as part of the course. It would be a shortcut across hole #1 and back to the golf house, and you watched him leave through the gaps in the tree before he veered off with the direction of the fairway, then turned back to Sam, who was in turn studying you.

The silence had settled between you, and suddenly, you remembered what your goal had been once Danny had made to leave – convince Sam to ditch the drugs and do something more productive with the night, alone on the greens with you, security cameras unable to reach you. “You know, I hope–”

As it turned out, Sam didn’t need any convincing at all. He never reached for the bag to roll another joint; in fact, he threw the fanny pack off to the side as soon as your voice jarred him out of whatever trance he’d been in. The tightness of his grip on your shirt as he tugged you forward and into his mouth shocked you, and you could only focus on keeping up with his kisses as he scooted toward you, manhandling your legs until they were virtually wrapped around his waist.

“You’re not gonna stop me this time, right?”

You flicked your tongue out as he drew away, catching the ridge of his top front teeth before exhaling and scooting even closer, your hips pressed flush together and his hair tangled between your fingers. “Stop you?” you asked, finally gaining your brain back from the temporary fog. “You’re the one who starts things at the most inopportune times.”

“Inopportune,” Sam mocked, hand sliding down to grip your thigh. “I don’t think you have enough weed in you.” Taking advantage of his hand leaving the ground and unbalancing him, you pushed him back so that he hit the ground on his back with an, “Umph.”

Now straddling him and in control, you took your time studying his face in the faint light. Eyes blown, lips parted, brow furrowed– fuck, he was pretty. “You and Danny kept hogging the blunt, and it wasn’t my weed, anyways. And I had other things on my mind.”

Sam gripped your hips and rolled his into you, pressing the outline of his cock against your ass. “I knew it," he crowed. "You couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?” He grinned cockily even from underneath you, and it made your blood boil. “How long has it tormented you, Y/N? Did you get yourself off to the thought of my–”

You took his wrists in your hands, effectively cutting his dramatics off, and pinned them to the grass, even though his wiry muscle would probably be enough to fight you off if he wanted to.

He didn’t, though, and watching him lick his lips made you forget about his arrogance for a moment - long enough to lean down to take them again.

When you let off his wrists, he began tugging your shirt off, but you did the bulk of the work since he wasn’t in the best position to undress you. So you took your own shirt off, then unclasped your own bra, finally allowing Sam to be useful once you were topless and ready for his attention.

Just like last time, he was enamored with your chest, scooping your breasts into his palms and loving on your nipples with his thumbs, wide-eyed like a teenager who was seeing a pair for the first time. 

“I’ve been thinking about these girls,” he murmured, smiling as your chuckle contracted your diaphragm in a way that he could see. “More than I probably should have.”

After his admittance, he tore his gaze away from your breasts and back to your eyes, gazing down at him with your own arrogance this time. “So perhaps it wasn’t me who was tormented, Pool Boy. You tell me how many times you got yourself off to the thought of what we did. Did you cum thinking about fucking my tits again? Did you do it in the shower like you did for me last time?”

He cocked his head, pinching your nipple hard enough to cause you to pull your lip between your teeth as a noise barrier. “I did that for me, sweetheart. You got me hard then wouldn’t let me do anything about it by being a brat, remember?”

You hummed sweetly. “Like it was yesterday,” you said cheekily, twirling your finger down his stomach to where you rested against him, then into your own pants to drag through the slick there, sighing when you found your clit. The bulge of your hand pushed out and then retreated like a heartbeat, moving in-time with your strokes as Sam watched with hooded eyes, glued to where you wanted them to be. “I’m just glad you’re finally recognizing the right power dynamics, Sammy-boy. Everything I did, everything I let you do to me was by my hand. On my time.”

Without looking away from where you were pleasuring yourself, just out of reach from his eyes, he shook his head. “That's not how I remember it. You said ‘please’ for me. I made you beg.”

Quickly tiring of the playback when you had the real thing underneath you and seemingly much more desperate than last time, you withdrew your finger and let Sam snatch it out of the air, wrenching it down to his mouth and then letting it slip, dewy with your arousal, across his tongue. “Just like I made you beg. But look where we ended up,” you mused, core throbbing with each deep suck on your finger, “right back here with...minimal begging this time. Should we change that?” you joked softly, not really wanting to break this little spell that was making you both softer than before. 

It was less of a fight this time to see who would outlast the other – it was a given that it would happen, with or without a struggle. And, as fun as the struggle was, especially with Sam, you weren’t too sure that you wanted it this time. Maybe next, if there was one. But now, in the aftermath of already fighting tooth and nail with him and then having to wait these few excruciating weeks to touch him again, it felt like the buildup had already passed as an internal clash. 

The first time around, it was you against Sam with a healthy dose of you against your own pride. This time, your main antagonist had switched, resolving without the catty back-and-forth that had made the first time so exciting.

Sam finally spit your fingers out, unyielding in his hold until he’d placed a small kiss on each fingertip that brought your desire higher with every touch of his lips. “No. Begging was so last year,” he said, Valley Girl impression spot on but still making you roll your eyes.

“Then what? Are you going to ‘baby koala’ it tonight?” you asked, planting your palms on either side of his head. “Reap the benefits without putting in the work?”

Sam grinned up at you and laced his hands behind his head, pinching your wrists between his bicep and forearm. “We can’t just have normal sex? You know– I get off, you get off, we both walk away satisfied after?”

“Hmm.” Grinding into him again, you watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Is that really what you want? I think���”

You trailed off, letting the statement hang between you as the buttons on his shirt popped open one by one between your fingers, his bare chest now visible and open to your affection. “What?” he asked finally when your nails raked up his stomach and caught his nipples before lightly scraping the sensitive skin around his throat and prominent collarbones. “What do you think, Princess?”

His arms jerked down when you dragged your nails lightly up his sides, quickly catching him by the triceps and forcing them up again, catching the twitch in his pants against your core. “I think you'd really like it if I called you princess for the night. Laying there like that,” you hummed, no scorn in your voice, only lust. “You’re made to be such a fucking pillow princess, Sammy. I don’t think you really like doing any of the work at all.”

Sam laughed breathlessly beneath you, chest beginning to rise and fall faster as you leaned down to kiss and suck at the skin behind his ear and down the side of his neck. You had him eating out of the palm of your hand, and you began to wonder if the last time you’d slept together – the first time, really – was a power struggle because Sam wanted to be difficult. 

Danny’s ‘baby koala’ comment had sparked a realization in you, because Sam didn’t like to work hard. He liked it when the women came easy, he liked it when the pool was clean, when people put their towels into the hamper so that he didn’t have to go around collecting them, he loved his days off, liked lounging around and not having anywhere to be.

Sam was textbook pillow princess material.

His lips, close enough for you to hear as you swiped your tongue across the expanse of his skin, smacked together wetly as he swallowed and lowly admitted, “Why would I when everyone else seems to want to do it for me?”

You groaned, a rush of arousal flooding through you and making you burn. You needed the rest of your clothes off, the rest of Sam’s clothes off, now before you caught fire in them. Sweet surrender from the pool boy himself, giving himself over to your whims. The power trip that was running through your veins made you shaky as you dismounted. “Stay there,” you demanded, rushing to get your pants off and then making quick work of Sam’s. “You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, Sam, and I hate it. So fucking pretty, but such an arrogant brat.”

“As I should be. I made you work for this, Y/N,” he gloated. “I made a rich woman beg to take care of me– made you so desperate to have your control that you couldn’t help but want me on my back. I might be arrogant, and I might be a brat, but– but I…oh, jesus fucking christ, Y/N,” he gasped, his fingers biting into your hips and trying to choke back the groan threatening to ring out in the silence due to the fact that cameras around you still had audio. You knew it was stupid fucking him without a condom, but his reaction when he was so unprepared for you to slick him up with your own wetness that you’d gathered from between your legs and sit on him in one move was going to be worth every calculated risk that you were taking. “But I’m a fucking genius,” he finished, a brat until the very end.

You took a few breaths, steadying yourself on his chest that was bathed in moonlight and stark against the dark green of the grass. “We both got what we wanted in the end,” you pointed out, getting ready to move again after the sudden fullness shocked you (brought upon yourself as it was). “How do you know this wasn’t my intention, as well?”

"I think it's pretty obvious that this has been your intention the entire time."

You hadn’t slept with anyone in the weeks since your hookup, only your toys and your fingers accompanying you to bed, but you knew that none of them would be able to scratch the itch that Sam did, so insolent with a soft side that made you melt. It wasn't as if there had ever been a master plan to get him back between your legs, but something about the two of you seemed...imminent. Inevitable.

Something told you that Sam felt the same, as well, especially after the way he'd been so hungry for you tonight. You weren’t sure if he’d actually been fucking his way through the rest of the women at the club or had just been trying to make you jealous with his comment earlier, but now with him underneath you and inside of you, you were less inclined to let him go this time.

The sudden possessive rush urged you to lift your hips forward then drop them back down, building up a steady rhythm until you were riding him listlessly, panting as you took what you wanted from him. Sam’s faced face scrunched up in pleasure, but he never even so much as bucked into you, truly and completely letting you fuck him just as you wanted. 

“I really like having you as my little toy,” you moaned, and he did too as you tweaked his nipple and shivered at the sigh he let out, a perfect chord to accompany the dull impact your hips made together. “Mine to play with.” The question burned through your brain and onto your tongue before you could stop it, your previous musings voiced when you asked him, “Did you really fuck a girl named April behind the chemical shed yesterday, Sam? How many others have there been since me?”

Your jealousy flared to life in a flash that was so quick it surprised even you. You weren’t known to have much of a temper around the club – you got on well with most people and your charisma was what your parents had fostered since the day you began showing a natural inclination for winning people over.

Sam had the audacity to smirk, the little fucker. “Who’s the jealous one now–ow, ow, ow!”

Clawing into his chest, you left crescent moons in his skin, one so close to his nipple that it indented in like a threat. “I’ve got your cock tucked bare in my cunt right now, Sam, and it’s so wet and warm, just for you. I’m riding you and you don’t have to do a damn thing except let me fuck you and answer one little question. So do it.” 

Sam grumbled as he slowly let go of your wrists, having clenched his hands around them to minimize the sting from before. “I let you get your hands on one little bit of power and it’s already gone to your head.” You stopped moving, prompting Sam to whine and buck up into you, squirming to increase the friction he was getting, but with how you grounded yourself through your knees, he wasn’t getting anywhere. “God,” he huffed, glaring up at you, unimpressed, “No, I didn’t fuck a girl named April and I’ve slept with exactly one woman, one time since we fucked. Happy?”

“No.” Leaning forward again, you used the extra strength to pull yourself forward as you ground down, your breasts plastered to his chest as you nipped at his ear. “I don’t particularly like the thought of another girl falling for your peacocking.”

Sam grunted, brain getting fuzzy with your increased speed and the tight fit he had at this angle. “I didn’t– I didn’t know if you’d…” His statement trailed off into a series of sweet little gasps in your ear as his fingertips began to draw little patterns on your naked back. 

You pushed yourself up, gazing heavily down at Sam, who now had his eyes closed and lips slightly parted in a silent moan. He was a sight for sore eyes, with his abdomen tensing in time with your hip movements and one hand creeping behind his head, fingers digging into his own scalp. “What? You didn’t think I’d want you again?”

He tensed his jaw suddenly, thrashing his head to the side. “No,” he said, the brat in him surfacing again. “I didn’t know if you’d be able to get off of your high horse and face me again when you’d denied wanting me so vehemently.”

Was that really what he thought? If there was anyone who should have been insecure about being wanted, it would have been you with Sam’s penchant for sleeping around. He’d even admitted to fucking another woman – you hadn’t sought anyone out because you knew you’d be thinking of Sam, which wasn’t fair to the other person. 

“Look at me, Sam.” Your demand in tandem with your unceasing hips, constantly bearing down on his cock and welcoming him into your body on your terms, left no room for argument. Sam seemed to realize that and let his eyes blink open hazily, meeting your gaze as his expression grew more pornographic with every thrust forward of your hips. “Did you think about me when you fucked her?”

You were panting by now, and your thighs were burning, but you weren’t willing to stop riding him and stretching yourself out, swirling yourself so that his dick caught your g-spot every once in a while. 

“Yes.”

A rush of pleasure surged through you and you whined as you reached down to play with your clit, feeling his pubic hair rub against the back of your fingers. “Don’t do it.”

Sam’s eyes hooded even more, and he began thrusting up into you, chasing his orgasm. Something in you was feral at the thought of him shooting off inside of you, just waiting for the warmth to settle deep within you – it wasn’t enough that he was inside of you now, you wanted him to stay inside of you. For all of the jealous, possessive feelings you were having that were directed at the man, you wanted just as much to feel like his, as well.

“Don’t do what? Think about you when I fuck other girls?”

“Dammit, Sam!” you growled, one hand landing heavily by the side of his face and the other taking his chin as you got close so that he couldn’t pull away. He knew what he was doing; even in the throes of pleasure, his eyes were telling of his mischief and challenge. “I get what I want. It’s always been that way but, the thing is, it’s made me a very generous woman,” you explained, licking your lips mid-sentence as your hips slowed to a torturous pace. Sam whined and tried to fuck up into you, but you only allowed him the smallest of spaces to keep nudging into your cunt. Just enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to get him anywhere. “I give because I know that I can get more. But you? Shit, Sam. You’re…you’re my favorite toy, and you're a limited edition one at that.”

Sam let out a shuddery breath, and you could have sworn that there were tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, surging up to kiss you. “More, please. I like that. I like being your favorite toy,” he muttered into your mouth. 

Finally, you let him turn over to service you from the top. As soon as you tugged him over, he hugged you to him, one arm securely wrapped around your waist and the other looped under your arm and behind your back so that there wasn’t a scant inch between you. Each desperate thrust pushed the air from your lungs, but Sam, letting out the sweetest little sounds against you, was waiting.

“You like being my toy? Good. Because I have the feeling that you’re gonna be my favorite toy for a while.” He let out a strangled half-moan, and you smiled a bit. Him getting so turned on at the idea of commitment and being wanted seemed like such an ironic switch from the persona he put out during the day: free-spirited, unwilling to be tied down, jumping ship and boarding another after he got what he wanted. “My little pet,” you hummed into his ear, sliding down for a moment to give him a mark with your teeth. “Mine to flaunt around – a little trophy boyfriend. Do you like that thought, Sam? Do you want to be my little doll that I can strut around the club? I think that turns you on.”

He nodded, his thrusts getting sloppier, and you knew he was close. You pinched your knees in tighter and could only imagine what the two of you looked like, bathed in moonlight, so close that there was no telling where one ended and the other began, rocking on the soft grass of the green as Sam’s hips worked hard drive himself into your pussy over and over and over again. His gasps were ragged against your shoulder, but he still attached his mouth to it and used it as another anchor from himself to you. “I like it when everyone looks at me.”

“Oh they’d look,” you promised. “I’d make them. What’s the fun in having what everyone else wants if you can’t show it off a little bit?”

“God, you talk about me like I’m an object,” he groaned. Just before you were about to ask him if that was a problem, he snapped his hips and buried himself deeper. “Keep going. More.”

You stroked his hair away from his face, wrapping a chunk around your fingers and tugging. “So greedy. Always demanding more more more like you’re the rich, spoiled brat instead of me. But if you insist…I’d– oh, god, Sam, right there–" You muttered a curse as you began to lose composure as well, grinding up to catch your clit on his public bone when you could. “Fuck, I’d– I’d get rid of all those stupid cropped shirts you love to wear around the pool. Parade you around shirtless and glistening so that all the women and men can still lust after you, still have you as the star of their dirty thoughts, but know that they couldn’t have you, couldn’t touch.” You really wanted to drive that point home to him, so you pulled back to press your forehead to his, hand tightening in his locks. “Do you hear me? They can’t touch.”

He nodded, letting out a whimper and a groan into the space between your lips. “They won’t. Jesus fuck, they won’t, I promise– please, I’m gonna, I have to–”

“Inside, Sam. Cum inside of me, make me yours like I’ve already made you mine.”

He couldn’t even make any noise as he came with a stutter and a twitch, burying himself as deeply as he could and staying there as his hips sporadically shuddered into you, fucking his cum deeper. The feeling was just as you were hoping it would be – hot, deep, messy, and entirely satisfactory. You could feel the wetness of his open mouth as he buried his face into your neck, and knew that he was choking on his own sounds, unable to get them all out at once.

He stayed like that for a moment, and you didn’t make him move. His whole body heaved as he caught his breath, leaving his softening cock inside of you which kept everything in and not dripping out. As he recovered, you let silky strands of his hair fall between your fingers – uncaring that you hadn’t quite cum yes, as this closeness and intimacy just as good as the sex and you knew that you’d find a way to get off – and placed small kisses on the side of his head as he returned the favor to the skin of your throat and shoulder. 

Eventually, he pulled away and looked down at you, lip pinched between his teeth. “What do you want?” he asked softly. 

There it was. You knew he wouldn’t leave you wanting and you swallowed thickly, still throbbing around him and wound up, waiting for an orgasm. 

You hummed and let a smile grace your lips, just barely. “Waiting for instruction like a good boy for once,” you teased, knowing that he wasn’t out for the count. And, sure enough, his brows furrowed, but before he could say something bratty, you pushed at the top of his head, guiding him down your body. “I don’t need anything obnoxious coming out of your mouth except your tongue when you’re close enough to eat me out, Sam, understand?”

And, just like that, Sam moaned and relaxed, willingly going through with what you asked him to, snuffling, kissing, worshiping your lips before darting his tongue out to tease you for a second, never delving further to where you needed him until you pressed down on the back of his head again, legs spread to accommodate his shoulders. All he needed was a firm hand and he turned into putty, readily shaped by you and only you. 

Finally, he lapped with enough force to reach your clit and the sensitive skin around your opening. Even the feeling of his own cum slowly dripping out of you, having been delayed by gravity in your position, was lost under his tongue as he swiped it across your center, suckling as much as he could where he knew you’d need to cum, but still making visits to where he’d been previously to dip in for a taste. 

Your hand stayed steady on his head, not letting him pull back much and using his hair to grab onto when you got close. With an arched back, breasts to the sky, shoulder blades digging into the ground, and soft moans slowing from your mouth, you flexed your hips up to his face, pressing yourself harder against him. “That’s it, Sammy. Make me feel good. Make me– oh. Ah-ahh,” you whined, thrusting your cunt onto his tongue from below, teetering on a cusp you desperately wanted to fall off of. "God, I’m there! Shit- shit, keep licking me, Sam. Take me further–”

Sam diligently followed your direction, letting you fuck his face as he stayed buried between your lips, nose nudging your clit to help you ride the waves of ecstasy for longer while his tongue collected each wave of your climax, re-wetting his lips and mouth with it.

Even when you were well spent and done, spasms of oversensitivity wracking your body and making you shiver, Sam only slowed his tongue’s movement against your skin until he was kissing your cunt more than he was eating it. 

“Holy shit," you huffed, chest heaving as you caught your breath. "Good boy.” You chuckled and glanced down at him as he returned your laugh at the overused term of endearment, muffled by your pussy. “Are you planning on staying down there for long?” You didn’t mind, actually, you were just curious. His attention felt nice – he was avoiding your clit for the most part, really, and only loving on the skin that wouldn’t get him kicked away for over-use. He seemed to be doing this for his pleasure in addition to yours, but in an entirely different way than what you were used to.

He broadened his tongue and licked all the way up your slit until he could look at you. “I was, actually. Probably until you got bored. Got a hot date?”

As if any person in the world would be able to whisk you away from this man right now. Call it the honeymoon phase already starting, but you were more than ready to shut the world out for a few days and get past where the two of you had been before, hating each other and in constant combat. You weren’t naive enough to think – nor would you ever wish for – the fighting and challenges you each presented the other with to end completely, but you wanted to know soft moments with Sam, too. 

“Only with you and my tub. Preferably at the same time.”

Sam kissed the little pouch of your stomach that sat above your pubic bone and then nuzzled your inner thigh. “Then let me indulge in this little hyperfixation I’ve developed for a bit, then we can go.”

You weren’t going to complain, if you laughed a bit at his description, so he went back between your lips, kissing and tonguing up and down every inch until there was no part of your pussy left untouched by his mouth. It was relaxing, in a way. A great way to wind down after sex, certainly, and you found yourself almost dozing off to the feeling before the breeze picked up and made you shiver.

In a place where he noticed immediately, Sam finally let up and crawled to give you a real kiss on your actual lips. “Let’s get dressed.”

“You’re coming back to my room, right?” you asked, catching him and giving him another searching kiss. You couldn’t get enough of him now, and wondered how it would have been if you both had been just a hair more stubborn.

Sam grinned. “But…then Danny would know I never came back to my room last night.”

You rolled your eyes, his little quip enough to make you push him off so that you could gather your clothes. “As if you haven’t been making it very clear that it’s been your intention all night. Poor Danny must be a saint for putting up with you.”

Once you were both fully dressed, Sam offered his hand out to you like a true gentleman and you began your meander back towards the clubhouse. “Well, A = B = C,” Sam said. “If he’s putting up with me and that makes him a saint, and you’re putting up with me, then that would make you a saint as well, and we both know you have horns growing out of your head. So he’s most definitely not."

His endless drivel assured you that the attitude wouldn't be stopping even if you took your relationship further, and that made you smile as you knocked your head into his shoulder. “Stop arguing with me and take me home, Pool Boy.”

Pool Boy, affectionately.

~~~

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