#middle gifs by me! bc I couldn't find any good ones

[rpdrstims]

A self indulgent stimboard of Jax's Metallica runway!

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[gatitties]

NO BECAUSE !!!!!!!! i think we need more interactions of Assassin!Reader x Bonten 😩😩 (thank u for da reader who requested it bcs my 🫀 is beating happiness) or maybe you could make this a series??? 👀👀 bUT ANYWAYS can I request a Assassin!Reader x Bonten where Bonten was trying to find some info abt Reader but ofc Reader knows abt it so when there's a general meeting for the Bonten Executives, she appeared into the meeting like she was just watching them the whole time 🤣 and Reader is mad mad abt it. she doesn't want them to snoop around her life

(if u dont want to do this, its ok!!! no pressure. lovelots 🫰🏻)

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: tired of so much persecution you decide to set the record straight, but you are only making a mistake

─Warnings: mención of blood, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

first of all, I still don't know how to write action or fight scenes, I'm sorry, second, many people will be grateful to you for the request, and third, how so many people liked it?! 😭🤚anyway, here you go (about making a miniseries Idk, but if I have any idea for this I will definitely write it 😌) @ajmiila02, @kenmasbimbo, @uniqueeggtoast, @belle643, @simpingfor-wakasa, @ihavestrawberryjam, @binibining-mariaclara, @sereinitysmind (hope that I didn't left anyone untagged)

Part one / Part Three

"You should stop turning down those job offers, they offer you a good amount and your other clients seem not to ask for your help much lately."

You sighed looking at the request manager, he took your silence to mean that you didn't really care, you never have anything stable in this world, there were always better and worse times so it wouldn't really worry you.

"Just take care to let me know if there are other people than 'Mr. B', their requests are ridiculous."

The man raised both hands, nodding to your petition, after that you left the alley where you met the manager, returning to the busy streets of Tokyo in the middle of rush hour, where everyone was walking down the street without worries, you mixed among those people until you reached a suburb of small houses. You opened the rickety door with a nasty creak, looking at the garbage that flooded the floor, you couldn't ask for more for the minimum amount of this place and location, anyway it was time to move to another apartment.

Not only because you needed to change 'home' from time to time, but because lately you had felt less safe with your environment, it all started when you accepted the first request from 'Mr. B', they only asked you to kill a man, you did your job but also you discovered the identity of that 'B' who turned out to be not just one person but rather several.

You don't usually remember faces or names that aren't necessary for your missions, so you had to rack your brains to remember those two faces you saw, then you linked them to that group you saved in that brothel a month ago. Luckily only you could see how the guy with the pink mullet and the guy with the scar who tried to stop you that time were there, they seemed to be watching your movements with a satisfied smile when they saw little drops of blood fall from your face.

You interpreted that 'Mr. B' was all that group that you barely remembered the appearance of, you thought that on that occasion they were only there to check that you did your job well, but you noticed how they started to track you after that assignment, although of course, they could not find you and their only way to see you would be for those orders, which you did not accept.

The next two months your usual customers disappeared without a trace, it's not like you received daily orders but it was strange that all your requests were now only from 'B', it irritated you because it meant a heavy blow to your name in the underground, by refusing to take orders to Bonten, no one else did it as if they felt threatened.

But the worst of all was that every step you took you felt their eyes on you, every corner you turned you saw their shadow on you, it bothered you enough to think about killing them but you seriously thought about it and it would get you nowhere, you didn't used to kill to reputable or well-known people because that would cause a more intensive search for you and those guys seemed to be at least successful because they were handling a ridiculous amount of money.

You didn't even know their names and they always seemed to be on your trail, you never let them get too close to you, but lately they seemed closer and closer to finding you directly, you got fed up, you weren't leading a quiet and peaceful life, but inside from the garbage of your work you could always have a rest from all those deaths, you could always have a little space to pretend that your life was not rubble and everything was normal.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do some special work or I'll go completely hysterical."

As you were getting ready to leave that same night, all of the Bonten executives gathered at their meeting point earlier today, all sitting at a round table waiting for Mikey to start the meeting, though he waved for Takeomi to start since he was already busy eating his taiyaki.

"As you know we have been looking for that assassin from that day, we have always followed clues but we never managed to find the person, but today, we will complete the capture plan."

They all nodded in sync, some more eager than others, after all the stupid game of cat and mouse made them feel more irrationally attracted to you, Mochizuki always enjoyed watching you mix so well with people but quickly lost sight of you that he needed more from you, Sanzu and Rin enjoy seeing you staining you with the blood of your targets, Kakucho seems to appreciate your fighting style, Takeomi sees you as a difficult puzzle to solve and Ran and Kokonoi were perhaps the least attached to that exalted image of you, but they were curious about you.

"Is everyone clear about their part of the plan? We can't let anything go wrong, she never leaves a trace and knows how to erase her tracks, so we'll have to resort to more violent methods than just watching how she goes on our faces."

The meeting continued for a few minutes, explaining each phase and step while unknown to them you were in the room ventilation listening to everything, your blood boiled listening to how they talked about how they would make you bow down to them, it was your breaking point.

"Once we capture her, we can do what we want with her?"

"Only what I allow."

Mikey got up answering Sanzu who rolled his eyes for the answer, the leader patted his shirt to remove all the rest of the crumbs, with that everyone knew that the meeting had ended although to their surprise three bullets hit the table right in front of the site from Mikey, immediately after you kicked the grate and jumped on top of the table pointing your two pistols at everyone.

"I am going to make one thing clear, do not interfere in my life, I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not looking for anything from you."

You kicked Rin's arm as he tried to grab your leg, immediately firing Sanzu's pistol to disarm him, then ducking to avoid Ran's staff.

"What about the expenses for destroying that brothel?"

"You speak as if-" you jumped from the table hitting Kakucho's hands with the butt of your pistol, moving as far away from them "as if you lacked money, I know you are 'Mr. B', there is no point in charging me for that."

"We don't need reasons to want you as our slave! If we want something we have it and you would be a great possession to us."

"Oh just go to hell, Chunzu, I don't care about you or your supposed leader Mokey, I'm asking for peace of mind! and I want you to take this as a warning."

You took a little momentum, doing a slight somersault on the table, you shot at the large window breaking the glass into small pieces, you ran towards the broken window to jump through it, the arms of Mochizuki and Rin trying to reach your body unsuccessfully, you spun in the air and fired one last time before your body was thrown from the top floor of the building, disappearing into the darkness of the night and the buildings.

The bullet made Mikey's dyed hair move slightly, a couple of cut strands slowly descending to the ground, everyone fell silent watching their leader look at the window you had thrown out of, Kokonoi snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Mikey…?"

"If she want to play that game we'll play, before it was a whim, but now it's a necessity, I want her here."

He turned now looking at the wall where the lead bullet had been nailed, brushing the hole and scratching slightly to remove the small object, he smiled observing the shape and caliber.

"Let's start… analyzing this."

He took one last look at his most trusted executives before walking off fiddling with the 10mm bullet, they all looked at each other with a new flame burning in their eyes, you're only making things worse, you should have run but it was too late to get rid of them.

[impala-dreamer]

So, yesterday... I died (almost)

No, seriously.

I've been powerwashing the house... back patio/back deck/sidewalk, etc... yesterday, I wanted to move the machine upstairs to my side deck where the birds hang out. I move the machine to the front of the house, and some of the hose was wrapped around a shrubbery... so I go to untangle it...

And was instantly stung by a bee.

Ok... no biggie.

Then another. Then one on my forehead... then I was swamped by the entire nest. And stung by like 12 bees.

....

I'm not allergic so I'm not worried, just pissed. I run inside, take my shirt off, deal with the bees and take stock. I'm OK, but lemme go take a benadryl anyway. I have one on my nightstand. I go get it and take it to the bathroom bc I'm gonna shower anyway, so I turn on the water and try to open the blister pack of benadryl. My hands start shaking and I can't open it. No way will it open. I start getting dizzy like I'm going to faint (I have a fainting condition so I know the early signs) so I'm like.. ok... if you're gonna have to sit down. And the shower has a seat. So I strip and go into the shower, sit down.

Normally, cold water stops the fainting so I'm like... this is a good idea.

It didn't help. Ok. I'm gonna faint, go lower. So I sat on the shower floor and I'm in the water and

Passed out.

Woke up disoriented, still in the shower. Ok. Get up.

Passed out.

Again. Get up and get out of the shower.

This went on for apparently, 35 mins of me losing consciousness and trying to climb out of the shower to call for help.

Finally, my brain is like.. if you don't get out of the shower you are dying here. So I'm talking outloud to myself as I crawl out of the shower unable to stand or really move my legs. (Btw.. 5 inch shower ledge to crawl over) I somehow get out, slide the phone off the counter, and text my brother 911. (Hubby at work). Then, I lay down kinda twisted on the floor like a chalk outline and keep talking to myself.

Bro comes in... freaks out...

Then the next 40mins are a blurr, but the cops came... 2 shots of epipen, and oxygen before the ambulance got there.

Another shot of epi, a shot of benadryl, another tank of oxygen...

My BP was 57/14.

They couldn't let me sit up even or I'd instantly pass out. Not that I could move.

So they carried me on some sheet thing out of the house, downstairs, into ambulance.

Apparently there were 4 cop cars and 3 ambulances on my lawn...

They got me in and couldn't start driving until they stabilized me..

I started major convulsing bc of all the adrenaline. Like full seizure shaking bad. They couldn't find any veins on me bc small veins and BP deathly low... so we were on my lawn for a while trying to get me ok enough to move.

Finally, I joked "you want me to drive?" Proving that my comedy is pure and part of me, even while on my literal deathbed. ;)

So we got me another shot of benadryl and a shot of steriods...

Drove 20 mins to the closest hospital ... bc I live in the middle of nowhere...

Guy calls in "critical incoming"... which is never great to hear.

We pull in and the hospital guys meeting us looks at me and says "you officially have the lowest blood pressure I have ever heard of on a living person."

Gee thanks! Let's fix this!

So I spent the next 5? Hours in the e.r. critical section hooked up to wires and ivs and ekgs and oxygen.

In the end I had 3 shots of epipen. 3 benadryl shots. Steroids. 2 bags of fluid. 4 panic attacks. 3 tanks of oxygen.

And a hospital turkey sandwich.

So... yeah, if I hadn't talked myself out of the shower with the dregs of my strength and will to not die naked on my shower floor...

I'd be dead.

I'm feeling a ton better today but still not good. I am on the couch and not gonna move.

Also having some theological thoughts about the lack of diving intervention or feeling of godly care.

Basically, my life was saved by myself, my brother, that cop, and Madision and John, my e.m.t.s.

Hope you are all doing better than I am lol

Happy Sunday 💖

[switchbladedreamz]

I Want You, Dumbass.

He owns my entire soul.

Requested?: nah

Rating: R, once again lots of cursing. Bc its fun

Summary: Logan has his eyes pried open, figuratively, a little perspective forced onto him by Charles. It helps him see things for what they really are. For who you really are.

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~~~~Logan's Point of View, 5:08am

Ripping off the sheet and blanket that cover me, my skin pebbles in goosebumps from the new chill in the air. "God damn it." I huff out quietly into the dark. I tossed and turned all night. Can't get decent shut eye. I turn to lay on my side. Staring in the darkness where my closed door would be. For five hours I've tried and failed to sleep. No matter how hard I will with closed eyes it never comes. All I can think about is her. For once I'm not thinking about Jean.. It's her. Y/n. It feels different when I think about her. 'Did I fuck it all up? What have I done..' These are the thoughts that have plagued me while sleep is nowhere to be found. I have class in three hours but I can't ...I can't bring myself to care right now. 'Why did I have to ask her out? Was it on purpose that I overheard their conversation? No, that's stupid.' I don't really believe in fate. Y/n and I had a perfectly good chummy coworker thing and I just had to go and blow it all up. Jesus fucking Christ when will I learn. 'once..just once can I have something..real. Do I even know what I want? I know what I don't want.. No Striker, no old friends' granddaughters, no having a boyfriend when we meet.' I beat myself up for who knows how long when 'bbbbrrrrriiinng bbbrrriiiingg bbrrr-'. My alarm pulls me out of the self-pity parade I had grown comfortable in for the past..well when I realized I couldn't sleep nine hours ago. Another day, another dollar, another student turned into a scholar.

"Alright everybody, I want those papers on my desk by 8 am next class Thursday morning. And no wikipedia! Okay, class dismissed." The students scramble out of their chairs, feet scuffling quickly across the floor. They can't get out fast enough. Heh. 'alone again.' thoughts creep in from the shadowy parts of my consciousness. 'aaah self pity, the oldest pain in my ass.'

Pacing back and forth in the empty classroom. I cant help but rewind the events of the last three days in my head. Over and over like the world's worst rollercoaster. Karma is hanging my ass out to dry. Like a dumbass I asked my coworker out and it backfired only to find out she has feelings for me. That was three days ago. The next day I found the only bar in town worth a fuck burned down. All that is left is a damn charred husk of load bearing beams and an empty parking lot. Oh I can't forget that a new student whose...gift...is acid spit and lunch did not agree with her so guess who got sprayed with acid puke and hotdogs in the middle of a lesson about World War II. It hurt like a bitch. And the fucking cherry on top of this sundae is that Jean and Scott are getting married. They announced their engagement last night. Cheers to the happy couple.

Jesus. Here I am goin on and on lamenting as if I could do anything to fix these problems. Except the first one, I'll admit. Charles enters the room. Hank, who usually is one step behind him is nowhere to be found. "Anything I can do to help Logan?" My head snaps towards. A growl at the bottom of my throat. I can feel my back muscles flexing like hackles raising on a cat. I need to calm down. "Charles I told you to stay outta my head." He looks at me with pity..i hate that fuckin look in his eyes.

"You're practically broadcasting your thoughts all over the school. I didn't need to use my power to know what you're thinking." I sigh heavily and sit down. "In any case", Charles continues, "I'd like to help with your troubles with Ms. L/n. Or at the very least make sure you don't pace a track into the hardwood floor." The quiet whir of his chair is an oddly comforting sound. My elbows brace on my knees as my head falls heavily into my hands. "What do I do?" I hate feeling vulnerable. "Apologize to Y/n, she's a forgiving person..within reason. Let the chips fall where they may afterwards. Oh, and Lilly feels terrible about the incident in class today. She asked me to pass on her apologies, sweet girl. As for Scott and Jean, put on a brave face as always." My head quirks up. "Really? A brave face? That's all the advice the acclaimed Professor Xavier has?" I scoff. What a help. "It's what you always do when it comes to those two and it's all you can do.....She's made her choice." Charles' voice softens at the end. Her choice. Her choice. It's never me. I look at her and it doesn't even feel the same any more and it pisses me off. I feel nothing when she looks at me. And that's what makes me burn. "Logan have you ever considered the difference in the way you're seen by Jean and Y/n?" My head raises, my confusion pours out through my question, "Whaddya mean?"

"I mean, Jean... She sees your exterior. The illusions, the gruff-cigar-smoking-bad-boy-who-listens-to-no-one. But if that were true..you wouldn't be here. Even I have my limits and tolerances. If you truly didn't care about anyone or anything but yourself as Jean may believe then what are you doing here? I'm not questioning your place here but rather putting things into perspective. Now as for how Y/n sees you. She sees a kind man with a big heart who keeps people at arms length and hurts them before they have a chance to hurt you. That's how I see you. We can see the great man you are yet to become. Now who do you think is more deserving of your time? Lastly perhaps consider the fact that Y/n did not reject you because she doesn't want you, but she wants you so much she couldnt use you to hurt herself because of the love she holds for herself. Did that make sense? Anyways what I'm trying to say is that it was an act of self-preservation." I look at Charles. I really look at him, studying the expression on his face as his words process. There's nothing in his voice that indicates blame, deceit, judgement. He's simply trying to help me. I've made my decision. "Thanks, professor. See ya around" I get up from the chair and as I walk past Xavier I pat his shoulder, "You too Logan." he responds.

I'm laying on my bed. Charles' advice ruminates in my mind while I pull in a drag of smoke off the cigar between my fingers. Debating if I should have a drink or not. Then I remembered the bar burned down...... Well ..shit.

~~~~

All I've thought about since last night is how i could apologize. One thing I respect about Y/n is she's straight forward, so I figure thats how she would want me to approach this. In a few strides I cross the wide hall, before I have a chance to overthink I'm knocking on Y/n's door. 'We alternate days for history, she's gotta be here somewhere but if they're not in here I don't know where-' my thoughts are interrupted by the door opening and the scent of dahlias invades my senses. "Oh hi, what can I do for you Logan?" I notice her glasses slide up her nose as her head tilts up to make eye contact with me. There's music playing in the background. "Uhm" at a loss for words, I turn my head right and look down the hallway then left at the stairs. "Can we talk?" She nods and opens the door wider for me. After closing the door I watch her walk across the room, pausing the sounds of thrashing guitars and double kick drums from the speaker by the open window.

"Well look what the cat dragged in. You know I didn't take you for the groveling type but you look pretty on your knees." My mind blanks, ..out of all the different ways I'd imagined they'd react. "W-wh..uh" i fumbled to find a response. Her head falls back and she laughs "Oh darlin' I knew you couldn't resist me."

I half laugh half wheeze, not expecting this to be her reaction. "Y/n. I came to apologize. I'm real sorry about the other day--"

"Oh its fine, theres no need to apologize. Really. So you fucked up, and I've heard about the awful past few days you've had. I'd say your reckoning has been wrought." There's a shit eating grin on her face. "Hmm. So now what?" I ask, too damn confused. Y/n replies "How about you take a few days to figure what you want then get back to me." I look at her, "get back to you? That's it?" She huffs out a chuckle. "Yep. Simple as that. Figure out what you really want, when you get back to me we'll see if what it is the either wants and if it lines up together. You know, like adults."

"And what is it that you want?" Mischief and longing sparkle in here eyes, framed by the lenses of her glasses. "I want you, dumbass. I want a real relationship." I walk over to her, standing in front of her. She looks up at me. "Is this few days thing mandatory?" My hand touches her bicep. She glanced at my hand then up to my face. " 'fraid so darlin" I chuckle, "Well I'll see you in a few days then."

~~~

Sorry it's so short!! Please enjoy🖤🖤

[fcknstar]

Marriage headcanons with (TASM) Harry Osborn? 💕

hihi! i didnt realize i got this request, so sorry if it took long for me to get it done.. and i love requests so much bc theyre fun, so pls dont hold back and just request!!

,, all you "

harryosborn x reader ( marriage headcanons )

a.n : i ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE this alot. part of it is slightly based of that tiktok sound .

warnings : was supposed to be gn!reader but included a little pregnancy. mentions of pregnancy.

**lowercase intended**

he doesnt want you to feel uncomfortable, knowing you prefer it when a sweet moment is shared between you both only.

he proposes to you on one of your date nights, knowing that itd be a perfect time to get on one knee.

harry knowing that you love poems, he would write a poem, " i love you. you may as well take my heart (name), its already full of you. ive known you all my life and i want to be with you forever. so, (name), as cheesy as it sounds, youre the one ive been waiting for my whole life. will you make me the happiest man alive? " harry knew he wasnt good at writing poems, but he thought that the effort would count.

giggling when harry finished his mini poem speech, you nodded. when harry placed a simple diamond ring on your middle ring, knowing how you are a minimalist, you pulled harry up and quickly embraced him.

" i love you too, harry " you mumbled against his neck.

when you and harry got married, the first thing harry did when you both reached your shared penthouse was to carry you bridal style up to your bedroom.

he often did that when you two where just a couple but this time it felt different, because you knew that you both are bound to be together.

the routine didnt change ; he would often wake up early and prepare breakfast for you in bed, or vice versa.

if he felt like admiring your calm, sleeping state, he would.

nothing would interrupt him looking at you sleep next to him, even if the world is ending.

harry would often read with you, read to you, knowing how much you like to read even if it meant that he didnt like reading. after all it was all for you.

harry would join you in the kitchen and help you cook despite you asking him to sit by the counter and look pretty.

you would be harrys top priority and vice versa.

despite knowing that you are not materialistic, he would often gift you stuff without you asking. he knows what you like.

he would spend more time with you, take you out to eat at the local cafe or restaurant. get take out during movie nights.

if you were to get pregnant, he would most definitely be by your side 24/7.

have midnight cravings? not to worry because harry would go out and get them if it were accessible, if not hed get them first thing in the morning.

" darling, i tried to find that thing that you asked for, but couldn't find any.. but i got you these knowing how much you like them.. would you like to have some? "

he would do anything for you, because its you.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Ily & i hope you are doing well little bean!!!! 🖤 could you write a lil drabble on the mob turtles x y/n if you kept bothering *insert turtle here* during a meeting bc you want attention so he excuses himself for a second & just shoves a vibrator in your panties & gets to be the one to control it when he goes back to the meeting 🌈😇🤌

Ok this is so fun and 100% something I can see them doing

Mob! Leo

He's still in a meeting

at one point you were even listening in outside the door but the clients are Russian so he's speaking Russian so you couldn't understand a word

it's time to have some fun, you think

in the bathroom you pull up your top and take off your bra and take a sexy photo in the mirror

making that little pouty, bratty face that he likes

you go back to standing out side the door and *send*

it's a waiting game now, but you don't have to wait long

within 2 minutes he's storming outside the door, grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his bedroom

he grabs something from one of the drawers and shoves it in your pants

"What the fuck are you-"

"shut up! You don't wanna be a good girl? Ok, I can play that game"

he storms off back to the meeting and you're just about to inspect what he just put in your underwear when *buzzzz*

you almost fall to the floor, thighs squeezed together and a small gasp escaping your mouth

ok, so that's new

it only becomes a problem when you walk to the kitchen and almost start moaning in the middle of Raph talking to you

he pretends he can't hear the muffled vibrating sound and just walks away muttering "Freaky deeky shit, Leo..."

Mob! Raph

He's had this toy a while and just been waiting for a chance to use it

and you sitting in on a meeting with him, rubbing his thigh a little too close to his dick and knowing exactly what you're doing is his excuse

"Would you excuse us for just a moment, gentlemen?"

he pins you up against the wall, slides it into your underwear and tells you he's only gonna turn up the intensity the more fuss you make so you best be quiet

and boy does he keep on that promise

you're squirming in your seat so much so that he has to pull you onto his lap

you barely remember the 2nd half of the meeting, all your energy going into not ripping his pants off and riding him then and there

the guys he was with don't seem to have a clue whats going on with you

you just smile sweetly before he turns up the settings once more and your eyes damn near roll back in your skull.

"I'm so sorry, I have to-I have to...Go check on something"

When Raph comes t find you after you basically jump his his bones

you tend to be a little naughtier during his meetings from the on out

Mob! Mikey

you're in a meeting with him, a big one actually, and he's clearly bored out of his mind

it's written all over his face and the way he's talking

very monotone "Yeah" and "Ok, sure..."

you feel so bad that he's clearly bored so you decide to spice things up a little

sitting the other side of the table from him, you start running your foot up his leg towards his crotch

he defo notices what you're doing but he's playing it so cool

up until he can't anymore...

"One second, friends. I think it's only fair that my beautiful girlfriend who has had to suffer through all this business talk comes to sit next to me. I should be giving the lady more attention"

you oblige and the second they're distracted by some paperwork, he reaches over and slides something into your underwear

you don't think too much of it at first, Mikey is normally trying shit on with you at any given moment it's actually him removing his hand that makes you confused

you can feel a small object in your underwear tho and that's when the fun starts

you can't help it, you start to pant and fidget in your seat

Mikey is clearly enjoying this and puts a hand on your arm, rubbing little circles with his thumb

one of the men in the room asks you something and you manage to say, as innocently as possible, "I'm so sorry, I'm not really feeling myself. What did you ask?"

white knuckles from gripping the arm of your chair so hard Mikey decides to cut the meeting short only to drag you to his bedroom

Mob! Donnie

It's all so boring

who would have thought a weapons deal would need to take so long

you've been messing with him a little, dropping your pen and dipping under the table to pick it up only to kiss his inner thighs when no one could see

or leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and sneakily giving him a little love bite on the neck

he's flustered, which he doesn't like being when anyone can see

so he excuses you both for a minute to "grab some paperwork"

second you're out of the room his hand is around your throat and he's hissing at you

"Oh I can play this game, too. Much, much better than you can"

he slips something into your underwear and drags you back into the room with some piece of paper that's probably trash but he needed to bring something back with him

a gasp escapes your lips when you feel it

it's pulsing and vibrating and it feels so damn good

you're biting your lip, you trying to stifle moans and you're very clearly turning red

the others in the room actually start asking if you're ok because you're being so off

you're just glad that can't hear the low buzzing sound coming from your panties

"Don't worry about her, let's get back to business"

he doesn't stop there, though

his hand is on your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to when you so desperately want it to be

"everybody leave" you say in a small voice and they turn to hear you better

"I said, everybody fucking leave" in a much more demanding voice

they do as you say

you're not sure if the others would be ok with you getting dicked down hard on the conference table but that's what happened

"You need to behave when we have guests over" warns Donnie

"Totally fucking worth it" you can't help but say

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Currently on the road back home having a good time (hopefully bc i sure need it) -Danny Words: 1,952 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

III: I Use The Power of Friendship (Goes Wrong)

Ara's glad to be left alone with the girls. Reyna is an old friend and Annabeth... well, she's like a sister.

As they leave the dining area, Ara remembers what a fun little girl Reyna used to be. Maybe they can find a way to build something, an alliance that will satisfy both sides. She must be careful, though, the last time Ara tried to be the voice of reason, it didn't end well, which brings her back to Nico. 

Gods, she really hopes Lily doesn't know about his disappearance, she's got too much on her plate already.

"Come," Reyna gestures at the girls. "Walk with me."

Ara spent many years telling Nico that Camp Half-Blood was the best place for them, and technically, this place is for Romans, not Greeks, but still... Now she understands why Nico started to disobey her months into her leadership, he'd found New Rome, and he knew Ara was clueless.

How many times had she thought of Lily that way? Lily was too wary, and Ara was all about going big or going home. She'd forced her to participate in flashy plans just because they were easier. Now, standing in the middle of New Rome, witnessing what could be achieved with patience and careful planning, Ara couldn't blame Lily for being exasperated by Ara's approach.

"The harpy Ella..." Reyna says, bringing Ara back from her brooding. "It was a prophecy she spoke. We all know that, don't we?"

"It sounded like a prophecy," Annabeth agrees. "But I've never met Ella before today, and I've never heard those lines exactly."

"I have," Reyna sighs. "At least some of them—"

Argentum, Reyna's automaton dog, starts barking when some kids gather around to play with it. Leo hasn't seen Reyna's dogs yet, but Ara wants to take them onto the ship so he can take a look.

"You have a beautiful life," Ara says. "And you built it with hard work, I respect that."

"When we met, you were just an Aphrodite," Reyna smiles a little. "You don't sound like one now, but it shows."

"You should see her when she's with Leo," Annabeth quips.

Reyna turns to her with a raised eyebrow. "The scrawny boy with the curly hair?"

Ara knows what Reyna thinks because it's what most people think. It's what Lily said when she found out: Really? Him? Ara clears her throat. "Anyway..."

"We should move on," Reyna walks forward, and Ara appreciates it.

"We've also met before," Annabeth points out. "You were younger, right?"

"Very good. Percy didn't remember me. Of course you spoke mostly with my older sister Hylla, who is now queen of the Amazons. She left just this morning, before you arrived. At any rate, when we last met, I was a mere handmaiden in the house of Circe."

"We played tag," Ara tilts her head, trying to remember. "You said my teddy bag was cute and I gave you the bag of gummy bears I kept in it. You thought it was funny that I kept gummy bears inside my bear bag."

Reyna smiles openly and Ara feels comforted by it. This teenager had been like her once, a little girl with not much to offer, and her rank had sharpened her edges. Now, Ara is on her way to becoming Reyna, and she doesn't hate what she's seeing.

"Wait," Ara blinks, finally processing what the older girl said. "Your sister is the queen of what?"

Reyna chuckles. "You're a lot like Percy."

This catches Ara off guard. No one ever says that about her—not in a positive way, at least. 

"This is my favorite spot," Reyna announces. "The Garden of Bacchus."

When Ara sees Baccus's statue she lets out a laugh. "You guys got a great involuntary sense of humor..." 

Reyna hums. After a moment, she continues. "I wanted to hear it from you."

"Hear what?" Annabeth asks.

"The truth. Convince me that I'm not making a mistake by trusting you. Tell me about yourself. Tell me about Camp Half-Blood. Your friend Piper has sorcery in her words. I spent enough time with Circe to know charmspeak when I hear it. I can't trust what she says. And Jason... well, he has changed. He seems distant, no longer quite Roman."

Reyna raises a hand to stop Ara before she can argue.

"My dogs determined you're a reliable person, charmspeak and all. You have an honest heart, like your brother, but I brought you here and not him, because you probably know Camp Half-Blood way better than Percy nowadays."

If Ara weren't dating Leo, she'd be crushing on Reyna by now. If the girl keeps complimenting her, Ara's going to apply for Roman citizenship. 

"Well," the girl shares a look with Annabeth. "Where do we start?"

"Guess what!" Nico bounces on his feet. "Something cool happened this morning!"

"You got to ride a pegasus?"

"No!"

"You convinced Percy to play Mythomagic?"

"Better!"

I look around, and that's when I realize my brother isn't by the fountain. He waits there for Annabeth and I before breakfast, even if we don't sit together. Now that our friend is missing, I'm expecting to see him staring at his reflection in the water, sulking or something, but he's not there.

I notice his cabin's door is wide open and my stomach drops. "Where is Percy?"

The young boy smirks. "I helped him sneak out so he could follow Bianca!"

I'm not very strong, but I pull Nico by the neck of his shirt until we're face to face. The sudden action causes him to yelp. 

"Why didn't you wake me?" I whisper in panic.

"H-He told me not to! 'You look after my sister, I look after yours'—I thought it was fair!"

Percy calling me his sister even when I'm not around makes me giddy, but I'm also upset that he's decided to leave me behind without saying a word. It's the first time that he goes on a quest without me, and it stings.

Nico removes himself from my grip, looking guilty. "I wanted to go too, but Percy said I had to stay with you."

I realize I'm not Nico's mentor. I'm just an older version of Nico. We've been left behind by our siblings because they didn't think we were strong enough to keep up with them.

"Does Chiron know?"

"I won't tell on Percy," Nico stands proudly. "I promised I wouldn't."

His devotion to my brother confirms we're the same, so I wrap an arm around his shoulders and guide him to the Athena cabin.

"Alright," I sigh. "It's you and me... That isn't so bad! We'll be a great team. Come on, let's get Lily." 

"If you go to the ancient lands, especially Rome itself, there is something you should know about your mother," Reyna mentions.

Annabeth steps back. "My—my mother?"

"When I lived on Circe's island, we had many visitors. Once, perhaps a year before you and Percy arrived, a young man washed ashore. He was half mad from thirst and heat. He'd been drifting at sea for days. His words didn't make much sense, but he said he was a son of Athena."

"What happened to this demigod?"

"Circe turned him into a guinea pig, of course. He made quite a crazy little rodent. But before that, he kept raving about his failed quest. He claimed that he'd gone to Rome, following the Mark of Athena."

Ara stares at her friend. Annabeth used to confide in her, and now they're both keeping their hands behind their backs, waiting for the other to give the first step. It feels wrong.

"Yes," Reyna continues. "He kept muttering about wisdom's child, the Mark of Athena, and the giants' bane standing pale and gold. The same lines Ella was just reciting. But you say that you've never heard them before today?"

"Not—not the way Ella said them." Annabeth's voice quivers. "Did this demigod—did he explain his quest?"

"At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about. Much later, when I became praetor of Camp Jupiter, I began to suspect."

"Suspect... what?" 

Something explodes behind them, interrupting their conversation. 

"Giants?" Annabeth looks around frantically. "I thought their army was defeated!"

"It isn't the giants," Reyna says tensely. "You've betrayed our trust."

"What? No!"

"Annabeth," Ara turns her around. "The ship!"

The girls run fast to reach the commotion. Ara searches in her pocket and seizes Almighty but she doesn't turn it into a sword yet, she has to try and de-escalate the situation first.

Jason and Piper are fighting side by side. Percy, Frank, and Hazel are all together. Only one person is missing.

"Leo!" Ara hurries to the Argo II. A group of demigods approaches her menacingly, and she uses charmspeak. "Drop your weapons!" 

They obey her at once. Percy shouts her name, so Ara elbows the soldiers out of her way. She arrives at the same time as Annabeth.

"Girls!" Her brother scowls. "What—?"

"I don't know!" Annabeth exclaims mortified.

"I'll tell you what!" Octavian climbs down the rope ladder. "The Greeks have fired on us! Your boy Leo has trained his weapons on Rome!"

Ara rushes past the crowd again, dodging attacks from pretty much all around her. 

"I was just there!" Octavian continues. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

The girl reaches the ladder and jumps, kicking Octavian out of her way. She climbs fast, yelling Leo's name hoping he'll answer. She finds him near the ballista, and he is shooting. 

"Leo, stop!"

The girl doesn't use charmspeak at first, she never uses it on her loved ones, not since Nico. Besides, Leo usually stops when Ara tells him to, but not this time.

"Enough!" Ara grabs him and the boy stumbles back. She cups his face. "Leónidas!"

In his eyes, she sees a flash of something that reminds her of Luke. She moves away from him as soon as it happens. Ara decides to take the ammunition out from the ballista, and that's when the boy reacts. He yanks her back by the cloak, tossing her against the railing.

"Get out of the way," he says numbly.

Ara's on the ground when Percy and Annabeth reach the deck. Percy doesn't hesitate before attacking Leo, tackling him to the ground. Annabeth helps her up. 

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know!" Ara gulps, her left side is pulsing. "He's acting weird!"

A dragon lands on deck and drops an unconscious Jason and a stressed-out Piper, then turns into Frank Zhang. Percy drags Leo away. "Girls, get us out of here!"

"Can you stand?" Annabeth asks worryingly.

"'Course I can..." Ara groans, struggling to reach the control board and typing away, then pulling the throttle steadily to glide higher.

The crew stumbles back thanks to the change in speed. Ara tells Annabeth to get her dino bag and then orders Percy to tie Leo to the main mast. She has to know what's going on with him before she can let him walk around freely.

"Thanks," she tells her brother once he's done. "Check on Jason, see if you can help Piper with him."

Percy frowns. "I'm not leaving you alone with—"

"That's an order, Percy!" Ara urges him, still pushing buttons and flipping switches.

She doesn't want to be rude, but if Leo wakes up and sees Percy's glare on him again, he's gonna freak out and it's going to make things harder for her. Annabeth returns with the T-Rex and Percy leaves, though he asks Frank and Annabeth to keep an eye on Leo.

Once she stabilizes the ship, Ara grabs her bag and pulls out her bottle of nectar. She crouches in front of Leo and tilts up his face to pour the liquid down his throat. Leo bends forward coughing and she pushes him back against the mast.

"Easy," she speaks gently. "Easy, Leo... what happened?"

"I... I was having a..." His eyes glide across the deck and realization hits him like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a nightmare.

"Leo," Annabeth crouches next to Ara, but she sounds way less chummy. "What is the last thing you remember?"

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WIP Wednesday / more like teaser Thursday bcs I'm late as always | tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton | ty, Skelly <3

Before jumping into the Prologue to Sabrina's story, I had to mention something quite unintentionally poetic(idk how else to categorize it). When I was thinking about Brin's character, her name simply popped in my head and it just felt so fitting for her it stuck. The other day something pushed me to look into the origins of the name and whoa:

Without rambling too much, there's a whole legend about a princess (a bit similar to Ophelia in its end) and from there the name took the meaning: “nymph of the river Severn” or “river goddess”.

It's just hilarious to me I accidentally picked a name with that kind of meaning for a character paired with The Baptist.

"In hope of tomorrow, we fight."

9 years ago Sabrina (17 years old)

The vision came to her once again as Sabrina sat in her mother's 1996 Bronco, the only thing she kept as a reminder from the days Brin's father was alive.

Chaos. Screams. "He was right!" A sky on fire. A feeling the world was ending. And yet she was-

"Oh my, that's so nice of you two to say!", her mother's loud laughter pulled her back to the present, it carried all the way from where she was standing, her voice entering the car through the rolled down front window. They had stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, Montana and she was taking her sweet time getting supplies. After one glance in her mother's direction the reason for the delay became clear to Sabrina. To an outsider the sight would seem absolutely ordinary, like she was just having a friendly conversation. In reality Sabrina knew that tone and demeanor well, they were Candice Donovan's signature move when she was about to charm someone into saying yes to her next ploy. Her targets this time were two men, one of them probably a little younger than her. Both seemed dressed to impress, a stark contrast to the other locals stopping at the gas station.

They certainly look like they'd have enough money to catch mom's interest and get her, get us into a lot of trouble as a result. Sabrina had no doubts at that thought.

"So much for your promises, mom.", she muttered then shifted her attention to her little sister, Savannah who was fast asleep in a baby seat next to her. One look at her content little face reminded Sabrina why she was still there, putting up with her mother's neverending schemes. It was all for her baby sister, from the minute she was born Savannah became the single most important person in her life… she had to stay. She had seen the scene outside unfold before and each time led to Candice and Sabrina having to move, to start "fresh". Only aside from the town nothing ever truly changed. But this time Sabrina had more to worry about than just herself.

After what felt like forever her mother finally climbed back into the Bronco, the lengthy conversation with the men certainly had put her in a good mood. Something that Sabrina was about to ruin, an useless attempt at making her remember their priorities. Too much was on the line to keep quiet.

"You know, I was just talking to J-", "You couldn't even wait until we've actually arrived this time?" Sabrina interrupted whatever Candice was about to say, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice. Though by now she should have know better than to expect her mother to keep a promise. Candice's angry gaze zeroed in on her daughter in the rear view mirror, forcing Sabrina to look away and accidentally making eye contact with one of the men her mother was just talking to. Still staring in their car's direction, he said something to the older guy. With how he was dressed, the dark hair, bright eyes, Sabrina could see why her mother would find herself charmed by a man like him, still something about the whole encounter seemed… off. Sabrina got the same uneasy feeling she'd be plagued by each time a particularly unsettling vision happened. After not getting anything else out of Sabrina, Candice softened her tone, trying to convince her daughter it really wasn't "what it seems like". A constant excuse from her mouth, appearing in every argument anytime she'd try to minimize the situation. "What? I wasn't doing anything! They saw our plates, the boxes in the back, how we're not from around here and were just curious where we're headed." "Totally a good thing to disclose to complete strangers at a gas station, mom."

And to think after spending so many years making enemies out of rich people, she'd be more careful… Sabrina thought to herself, bitterly. "All I did was have a completely innocent conversation with some nice people. Was I supposed to run away from them? It's called manners, Sabrina.", it was a poor attempt at an excuse, especially coming from her mother. "We both know this is how it starts each time, but things have to change. If not for me, at least do it for Savannah, she deserves a permanent place to call home, a childhood not built on grifts-" "Sabrina Blythe Donovan, don't say such lies in front of your sister!"

Sabrina was about to respond that Savannah's not even one year-old and sleeping and "those lies" barely even covered their mother's actions, instead she forced herself to say, "Fine. Sorry, can we just go already?" She knew full well the short stop for snacks would turn into yet another leading-to-nowhere argument otherwise. Satisfied with her daughter's reply and back on the road once again, Candice continued her story about the encounter at the gas station. "So, Jo-, Heavens, I already forgot his name, but- he was telling me about the community he's building, he spoke with such passion of his work and how happy the people are all living together or whatever." "Community? Living together? With how they approached you… Doesn't it all look suspicious to you?" "Nonsense! We had a wonderful talk. He seemed like such a good man, same for his brother. So polite. Asked if we're moving to town. They looked quite disappointed we aren't." "They sound like a cult. Tell me you didn't join. That would be a new low." "Of course not, we're just passing through. I know the plan and I'm sticking to it, honey. And don't call it a cult, you didn't even talk to them." "Whatever you say. Just… be careful. You know what dad always used to say about people…" "Don't trust strangers too much because they probably have a motive to approach you? Scott sure knew how to talk to an 11 year old, that man." Sabrina couldn't help but notice the pain was still in Candice's voice whenever she'd mention his name, even so many years later. "It was his job to notice things. You have to admit he was usually right too… and he never ignored my worries." "Did you see something again? I can always tell with you, you know? But I- I thought it was getting better." "Not visions, mom. A gut feeling. Those men seemed like bad news." "Alright, cult or not, I'm not joining anything, so stop worrying and let your sister sleep. You know how long it took to calm her down the last time." "At least put on some music, you know how much I hate when it's dead quiet... Please?"

Candice complied by turning on the radio and Sabrina was happy to end the conversation especially with her father's presense looming over them. She mindlessly fumbled with a notebook that lay in her lap, it had become a habit to have one nearby at all times. It was one out of many that had been a constant companion to her ever since Scott Donovan died. They were a way to keep a record of the visions, a reminder it was all real. With each year her collection of notebooks grew bigger and bigger, turning into her own archive of the future.

Staring through the window at the endless fields and mountain views, she ignored the urge to tell her mother she thought she'd seen the county signs before, that everything seemed strangely familiar. After all, their destination was elsewhere and Candice didn't like her talking about her visions. Especially when they offered her nothing to gain. With the scenery outside and silence around her, Sabrina's thoughts drifted back to the vision from before, to how it always ended.

Running with what felt like no direction. A tattooed hand holding hers, almost dragging her along. Following a path only he could see. A voice telling her "We're almost there, Sabrina. We're almost at the bunker, Butterfly."

[undiscovered-horizon]

"King and Lionheart" - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x anxious!Reader

[TW: anxiety]

<Self-indulgend bc I'm an anxious person>

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SUMMARY: Bradley Bradshaw, the king of social events. And you - his beloved lionheart.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.8k

Currently listening to: 'King And Lionheart' - Of Monsters and Men

The easiest way to find Bradley Bradshaw in public was to follow any loud sounds indicative of social life - music, laughter, talking. So one can only imagine the kind of uproar his sudden absence caused. A night of drinks along with games and Bradley Bradshaw, who was sound of body and mind just that morning, didn't show up?

"Where's Bradshaw?" Hangman asked less than an hour into their night out. Maybe he missed their friendly scuffles or maybe he missed Bradley's annoyance when he loses a game of pool.

But no one could give Jake a definite answer - a shrug and shooking of heads were the only explanation they could think of.

"Probably just running late," someone proposed and it would have been equally reasonable and probable if it wasn't for the fact that when Bradley happened to be late, he would always show up with Maverick - no doubt the indirect reason for said lateness. Pete, however, was sitting with the rest of the group at the Hard Deck. It seemed as if Rooster, akin to a stone thrown into a lake, simply vanished - very unlike him.

"Maybe call him?" Phoenix suggested while aiming the cue. Currently, she was leading the game of pool, having two cue balls less left than Jake.

"I already tried," said Pete. There was a hint of defeat in his voice as if he was willing to leave Bradley to his own devices - wherever he might have been at the time. "Maybe he's with his girl."

"A girl?" Fanboy repeated. He was about to take a sip of his drink but the surprise made his hand freeze right in front of his lips. His dark eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"What?" Pete asked in shock. Suddenly, he was drowning in disbelief and a dry chuckle left his mouth before he continued. "He didn't tell you? Jesus Christ, he doesn't talk about anything else."

The aviators laughed at his groan.

"You don't have to do this, you know?" Bradley asked once more. He said that so many times already you were beginning to think it was him who didn't want you to go. It wasn't that improbable really - he grew to recognize the small and easily overlooked symptoms of your anxiety and the sight, no matter how familiar to him, always struck a worried string in his heart. Quite obviously, he hated to see you in distress. "If you're not up for it, we can stay."

But the decision should have been made a long time ago - preferably over an hour ago when you were meant to leave for the night with his friends.

"To be perfectly honest, I'd rather bury my head in the sand in the middle of the Sahara desert than leave the house but I know it's gonna be good for me to go. Besides, they're your friends and colleagues. I have to meet them at some point."

You knew that this feeling was foreign to Bradley. Perhaps, it was partially the very reason why he never pushed - he couldn't understand what you were going through and therefore never thought that he had any right to make demands or give you empty advice. You were truly grateful for his uncharacteristic willingness to accept a certain lack of knowledge and support your choices.

In a way, you were still unsure how the universe made it happen that you and Bradley, very similar but very different people, have ended up as a couple. He always wanted to be wherever was the loudest and you always chose the most faraway table at the restaurant. From a different point of view, heaven itself couldn't think of a better match: he would deal with social situations and you would help him calm down and bring a little peace to his ludic pastimes.

Although, it wasn't always like this. Bradley had a tendency to shove feelings into his pockets and then, when those pockets are filled to the brim, flip them inside out as if he was looking for spare change. One such thing happened when he reached some boundary of his and couldn't take the perceived mixed signals you were giving him - the timid and short touches, the way you would avoid his gaze after staring for too long or how you refused to stay until the end of the party. Those and some other things made Bradley question whether you were into him at all. He thought that, maybe, you just wanted a guy to entertain you or buy you dinners. That very argument was also the first time he had ever seen you cry and, to make matters worse, he was partially to blame and not for a good reason. The truth, that you're simply anxious, sucker punched the air out of his lungs - Bradley Bradshaw felt like an utter fool. Only then did he realize how difficult things must be for you and so he believed when you had told him that despite struggling to do so, you're doing the best you can to push past your boundaries, to somehow manage that bothersome part of you and which source you couldn't quite name.

'I don't know why I'm like this', you cried that fateful night while shame and regret gnawed at Bradley's heart. 'But I'm trying my best.'

Sometimes, he still apologizes for that fight, although he truly shouldn't - it was just the clarification the two of you needed to really become close and understand each other. Maybe a little crude but you always believed that if it wasn't for those tears and frustrations on both sides, Bradley Bradshaw would already be an ex.

"It doesn't have to be today," he reminded you in a soft voice. Bradley's hand was on your knee and for a moment you wondered whether he has ever realised that he does that when he worries about you. "I'm not gonna think less of you if you decide to stay home. I just want you to be alright, sunshine."

"I know," you answered decisively with a slight nod of your head. Bradley seemed surprised when you got up from the couch and grabbed your purse. "But today I feel really fed up with my own shit. Now come on, they've been waiting for us long enough."

The sun had nearly set, painting the sky over Miramar in various shades of purple and navy as the first stars became visible just over the Eastern horizon. The air was warm and so was the wind that shyly attempted to carry away the lighter parts of your clothes. No matter how fast or slow Bradley was driving, the houses of the fighter town passed by in a blink, while the mighty ocean stayed right where it was, unbothered by the people living on the shore. Perhaps it was its unmatched power that made it stay so calm - if only you could be at least a little bit like that sapphire depth...

"You know, I envy you," you spoke up after a few minutes of driving in silence. Bradley looked at you in confusion before quickly looking back at the road ahead. "You don't need a pep talk to make a five-minute phone call or five days to mentally prepare for a party and you don't overthink everything you do. It's like you're a king and I'm just a lionheart."

"If I'm a king, doesn't that make you a queen?" he asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the very well-known to you playful grin. You could already tell he was adding another nickname to the already long list of words he chose to call you instead of your name.

"And what queen refuses to talk to people?"

"Mine," Bradley answered casually.

He had a talent for making wax poetic sound completely normal and not special or attention-grabbing. In a sense, it was quite impressive how Bradley managed to turn the general majority of situations to his favour. At least he did when it came to flirting with you.

As the distance to the Hard Deck decreased, your anxiety only grew; your fearful mind replaying all sorts of scenarios rich with awkwardness, embarrassment and humiliation. Halfway from the parked car to the beach bar, you suddenly halted, having to take a deep and slow breath. It worked most of the time... well, sometimes.

"Hey, queen," he whispered leaning in. The loud music played in the bar was fairly well audible from the outside. "I'll be here to hold your hand." Bradley squeezed your hand to make a point. Somehow, with his warm hand surely holding your own, the bar didn't feel as loud or as stuffed - socialising wasn't as overwhelming.

He could tell you were stressed but also immensely relieved. Although he never told you that, he couldn't quite wrap his head around the possibility of his friends disliking you. With your witty humour and heaps of random knowledge, Bradley had trouble imagining you as an unlikeable person - something that your anxiety painted as more than a probable scenario. But, to be honest, he couldn't be possibly more biased than he already was, keeping his watchful eyes on you to the point of Pete making a few lighthearted comments about just how whipped he was. Truthfully, Maverick couldn't be more right.

In a way, he felt proud of you if not impressed. Both, perhaps. Bradley had seen you at your lows when any interaction with a living creature was akin to climbing Mount Everest in a bikini and with a twisted ankle. But now, reliving your laughter, jokes and a few games of pool, he found it truly remarkable that you had enough perseverance inside you to push past your fears.

"Doesn't the lion become brave in the end?" Bradley asked while waiting for the light to turn green. Miramar was one of those rare places where nights are just as pleasant and toasty as the days. The warm wind tugged gently at your clothes, bringing to mind the unbearable romance and melancholy of summer.

"Sorry?"

"In the Wizard of Oz." He stared at you for a moment before looking back at the, mainly empty, road. "At the end of the story, didn't he get like a courageous heart?"

"I don't remember actually," you answered with laughter in your voice. Bradley's question seemed random at best. "I think so? Yeah, I think he did."

The light turned green and Bradley resumed driving to your house. With one hand on the steering wheel, he grabbed your palm and gently kissed its knuckles.

"I love you, lionheart."

You noticed how his eyes darted towards your blushing face - the road was lit well enough to make the flush quite obvious. Bradley smiled to himself, visibly amused by your bashfulness.

"Is this a way to get me to call you a king?" you asked.

He didn't answer right away. Staring at his profile, disappearing and reappearing in the yellow lights of street lamps, you noticed that his smile only grew wider.

"...Maybe."

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Get lost with me (Bruce Wayne)

Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne X F!Reader

Summary: Parties aren't Bruce's thing, so when he sees you, an old friend, at a charity event he takes you somewhere more private.

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe kids. assume bc is involved in this situation), creampie, chocking, light hairpulling, cursing. Mentions of Bruce being taller than reader, mentions of reader having hair long enough to pull. Very brief mentions of sexual harrassment (NOT from Bruce), spoiler free!

WC: 5.3k sorry not sorry

A/N: took me long enough to write smut for battinson. This deadass took me days to finish but im honestly kinda proud of it. I'm still getting the hang of this Bruce so don't judge me too hard on his characterization.

PS: Battinson requests are still open, so feel free, I promise I'll get to them eventually

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

If there was something Bruce has always absolutely hated was this, fancy parties where Gotham's most elite would gather. He never really saw himself as one of those people. I mean sure, he alone was probably one of the richest men in the world, and it would seem like such a first world problem to anyone else other than him. Because who wouldn't want this? He knew half of Gotham would tear him apart if it meant being in his position for just a night. But to him this was only a superficial part of society. The fancy parties only the important people could attend were only a facade, and it meant nothing to him. He could actually be doing something to benefit the city of Gotham out there. But no, he was stuck here, all night, at some charity event surrounded by people who on the outside looked like high class, but who in reality were dirtier than half of Gotham's thugs. He had Alfred to thank for this one. He practically forced him out of the manor. It would be good to show his face at least once a year, he would say to Bruce. Though from what he knew, this time the host of said charity wasn't a mob boss or a dirty politician putting up the front of charity just to launder their dirty money. He knew this charity was for a good cause so he supposed it wasn't all so horrible.

Still he hated the fact that he had to be here to begin with. He wasn't exactly one to associate and socialize with everyone. Sure, he was a man with manners, he would politely reciprocate any greetings or small talk he would receive. And he would respond to the occasional "Mr. Wayne" being called out. But his head wasn't fully in it, and he would do his best to excuse himself from any conversation anyone tried to start with him, in the most polite way possible of course. And he had accomplished to isolate himself to a more solitary area of the ballroom. But as much as he was not at all interested to engage in the party, he remained vigilant of his surroundings. He took note of anyone he recognized and made himself a mental note of those who he didn't or had just met. And he was blissfully surprised to finally find a familiar face that he didn't mind seeing. You.

"Truly Miss L/N, it would be my pleasure to host you— and your father of course, in my home. Maybe then you could speak to me more about this wonderful charity of yours." Some man, you couldn't even bother to remember his name or who he was, spoke to you as you stood by the bar, leaning uncomfortably close to you as he did. This is exactly why you hated events like these. This was exactly where middle aged high class men would come to gravitate towards the daughter of one of Gotham's most important businessmen. It was nauseating really, the way they almost preyed on someone young enough to be their daughter.

"If you wish to know more about the charity you should speak with my father, he is the one running it. I am just an intern at the hospital the donations are going to." You spoke with disinterest, but with a surprisingly believable fake smile on your face. The man laughed, you didn't even know why. You had to hold back the urge to roll your eyes and you simply drowned your distaste in your alcoholic drink, hoping the kick of it would give you enough willpower to deal with this for the rest of the night.

"Well if I may, I would love to know more about the hospital I'm so graciously giving so much money to, and since you work there, you would be the perfect person to give me more insight, wouldn't you agree?" The man moved closer to you, way too close for your liking and he rested his hand on top of yours. Your eyes unconsciously went wide and your face turned into a disgusted expression. Nope absolutely fucking not.

"Sir uhm I'm sorry I—" you were about to excuse yourself and move away as far away from the man as you possibly could when you spotted a familiar face right over his shoulder. You couldn't hold back the smile that formed on your lips when you saw him. "Bruce?"

You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe Bruce Wayne was actually there. You couldn't remember the last time you saw him. It had been maybe four years if you remembered correctly. You definitely weren't expecting to see him here tonight. You knew very well that he felt the same way you did about these events. He didn't care for them, and he actually had the choice to decline. So to say that his presence was a surprise to you was an understatement. But it was a very blissful surprise to say the least. You were particularly fond of Bruce, and he was of you. In more ways that either of you ever wanted to admit.

You excused yourself and went straight to Bruce. You hugged him without hesitation, pulling him down to your height by his neck. And surprisingly he reciprocated the action. He placed his hand on the small of your back, his fingers touched your bare skin since the dress you wore was low cut from the back. It gave you slight goosebumps. Ten maybe fifteen seconds went by before you pulled away. And suddenly you had forgotten how tall this man was compared to you. You had to tilt your head up and he had to look almost all the way down for your eyes to actually meet. And as much as you hated to admit, he looked good. His dark hair was longer than the last time you saw him, it fell right over his eyes, as much as he probably tried to gel the strands in place. You kinda liked it. But for some reason something felt different. Something in his eyes. You always knew Bruce was a troubled man, that he had a lot of things that still haunted him, even in his adulthood. But there was a certain coldness in his pale blue eyes, like something else was tormenting him now.

"I honestly can't believe you're here. It is so nice to see you." You smiled, it was so hard to contain your excitement. He always had that effect on you for some reason.

"And you," he smiled, or well, his version of it, his lips were slightly curved upwards, but it was very subtle, it looked more like a grin. He was also eyeing you just you had more seconds ago. You felt hot under his gaze. "It has been a while since we've last seen each other. May I say that you look quite beautiful tonight? Not that you don't usually look beautiful of course, you look as beautiful as I remembered." He chuckled softly, his hair slightly fell over his eyes as he looked down at you a bit sheepishly. This, this was exactly why you were so attracted to him. Because of his charm that would often come out as genuinely awkward but still well intended.

"Oh.. well, thank you," you bit your lip shyly and looked down, very visibly flustered, "You don't look so bad yourself Mr. Wayne. I'm quite fond of the new look, it suits you." If only you could see each other, you must've looked quite pathetic to the rest, standing there looking at each other like two teenagers in a hallway. Clearly that must've been it because you heard a very audible cough and someone clearing their throat, a bit too loud to just be an accident. You turned around to find the creepy older man from a couple of minutes ago standing there with a hard expression, like he was genuinely undignified. You looked back at Bruce, purposely widening your eyes as a cry for help, hoping he would get the hint.

"Senator. Bruce Wayne. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Bruce stepped beside you and introduced himself, as if he even needed to, and stuck out his hand for, the senator you guessed, to shake, his face quickly turning into a serious scowl. The man looked at Bruce for a second.

"Ah.. Yes, Mr. Wayne, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I hear that's quite difficult nowadays." The Senator said with a concedencing tone as he eyed Bruce up and down with a nasty look. Bruce had the urge to just break the old man's hand, he was very tempted to. But he simply nodded and pulled his hand away and remained at your side.

"Of course, I don't usually have the time to make it to these events unfortunately. But I am glad I made it to this one." He said, the corner of his lip tugged into a half grin as he caught a glimpse of you when he said it. "But anyway, I hope I didn't interrupt anything. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I stole Miss Y/N for a little while. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

"Actually," the Senator looked between you and Bruce, clearly unhappy with the request, but if there was something he didn't need was to piss off Gotham's richest man since Bruce could easily terminate his political career with just one call, so he sighed heavily, presumably having to swallow his pride and simply nodded with a fake smile, "not at all. I will leave you to it. Again, it was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne. And Miss L/N, I hope we speak soon, and I hope you think about my offer."

"Of course Senator. Enjoy the party." You spoke through gritted teeth and a forced smile before Bruce gently took your arm and led you away to a more secluded corner of the ballroom where you could speak freely. Once you were out of most people's eyesight, you shuddered and slightly shuddered your shoulders, almost as if you were shaking off the disgust. "Fucking creepy old man. Jesus Christ."

"What was that all about?" Bruce asked with a small frown on his face and his lips were in a flat line.

"I don't even know. I was at the bar minding my business and avoiding people, as one does, and that creepy fuck came up to me and started inviting me to his mansion, to his yatch, to his office to talk about the hospital and his donations." You scrunched up your face in disgust and shook your head, "had you not showed up he probably would've kept touching me all night. You're my hero."

"You know, I could accidentally spill very red wine on his expensive suit. Or break his hand, or every other bone in his body, anything you want." His voice was low, slightly lower than it usually was. You knew he could fight, that he was trained in every form of self defense possible. But his quiet and calm demeanor didn't strike you as the violent type. So hearing him say that made you look at him with wide eyes. "I'm kidding. For the most part."

You raised an eyebrow at him and leaned closer to him, suddenly a not so public appropriate idea popped in your head, "were you kidding about the part of doing anything I want?"

"No."

"Is that why you're here tonight? I know damn well you aren't one for fancy events like these. And to be honest I didn't even know you were back in Gotham." You questioned him. Last you heard he had been traveling around Europe for the last few years, and it was very rare for him to ever leave the manor now that he was home. So most people didn't even know he was back in the city, you included.

He gave you a slight shrug, "perhaps I was hoping to find you here. I knew your father was hosting the event, and I thought you would be as well, since you work at the hospital now." He explained with a shrug, "Alfred also might've been a contributing factor. He basically forced me to come. You know these events mean nothing to me."

You laughed softly and nodded, playfully shoving his shoulder, "well I'm glad he did. I have to say that Gotham felt pretty boring without you around." Bruce chuckled, if only you knew.

"Are you trying to say that you missed me?" Now he was questioning you, he raised an eyebrow and had a playful grin on his face. He was leaning extremely close to you now, his chest was slightly touching your bare shoulder and you knew that if you looked in his direction, his face would be mere inches away from yours.

"What do you think, Mr. Wayne?” You dared to say. You felt your heart start to pound in your chest when you felt his warm breath fan right over your ear. You knew he was leaning down, he pressed two fingers to your jaw and made you look at him. And his face was in fact mere inches away from yours now. His pale blue eyes burned deep into your own with intensity. Twenty, maybe thirty seconds went by and he didn’t say a word. You saw the way his eyes flickered over your face, reading every part of it. He was always so observant, like he didn’t want to leave any part of you without analyzing.

“I think that, much like myself, this isn’t your kind of scene and you would very much like to get lost for a while. How am I doing so far?”

“Very observing Mr. Wayne, but you’re missing a very critical part of it.” You spoke barely above a whisper. He gave you a surprised hum and his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Unlikely, but please, enlighten me.”

“You’re missing the part where I want to get lost with you. Like we used to do when I was in college, remember?” Bruce laughed softly at the memory, or the idea of it.

“How could I forget? Your father was not very fond of me at the time.” He pointed out with a soft chuckle, the mention of it bringing memories of a time he enjoyed more than he would like to admit. It was a few years before he began his bat activities and before you left Gotham to go to med school, and truth was it was the best he had ever felt with anyone.

“And you blame him? You were fucking his daughter on every surface you could get your hands on.” You reminded him with a smirk of your own, remembering the many instances where you got caught by either one of your parents, or were pretty close to. To say that Bruce had to sneak out your third story window at the time more times than either of you could count was an understatement.

This sparked Bruce a semi smirk of his own, his pale cheeks turning inevitably pink at the mention, “is that what you would like me to do?” Your eyes shot up to meet him with a surprised expression, your face burning hot at the insinuation. Bruce was probably the most reserved and private man you have ever met, but sometimes it shocked you how perverted his mind could be.

“Perhaps. You know I don’t care for parties either.” You bit your lip, unconsciously looking around you, knowing nobody paid attention to your little conversation, but still wanted to make sure you weren’t drawing attention to yourselves in case you decided to get lost for a while.

Bruce, like the man of little words that he was, didn’t say another word, he simply matched your action of looking around to make sure there was no attention drawn to you before he stuck out his hand for you to take. You did so happily, and he led you through the ballroom, he noted a couple of heads turned in your direction as you did, but no one that he should worry about. It took him a second, but he found one of the many restrooms he had spotted when he arrived. He let you go in first, he waited back for a second, once again making sure you hadn’t drawn attention to yourself. Of course, nobody would say anything nor would try to stop you, but his hypervigilant mind would only be at ease if he made sure you weren’t being listened to. After a quick look in both directions of the long hall, he joined you inside, making sure to lock the door behind him. His lips quickly found yours and you were done for. Suddenly you were losing it for Bruce Wayne all over again. He grabbed your jaw and held it in place with one hand as he held you by your waist with the other. It was like no time had passed by, he kissed you with the same fervor and passion he did years ago. And you, of course, matched his energy perfectly. One of your hands rested on the back of his neck and pulled him down to your level as much as you could, needing to have him as close as possible.

He made you back up and didn’t stop until the back of your knees hit the large fancy vanity sink these restrooms usually had. When you did, he pinned you right between the sink and his own body, almost as if he wanted to make sure you had nowhere to go. Not like you’d go anywhere anyway. You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, with his hand on your jaw as he kissed you so hard it took your breath away. And he only pulled away to mimic his intensity on your exposed neck. His lips were so hot and wet on your skin it made you shiver.

“I must say, this is far more entertaining than some charity event,” you spoke breathlessly, your words faltering ever so slightly when you felt his lips latch on to your pulse.

“Agreed.” He hummed lowly, attaching his lips to the skin on your neck. You gasped softly, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Bruce, do not,” you warned, knowing damn well that would leave a mark that wouldn’t fade for days. You heard him chuckle against your skin, his lips lingering for another second or two before he pulled his head up to look at your face.

“All these years and you are still afraid of your father,” he mocked you, he had a straight face, but a corner of his lips was tugged into a small smug smirk. You glared at him.

“You know I hate it when you get all smug right?” You huffed softly, but your breath hitched in your throat when he gripped your jaw again and leaned down to your face.

“No you don’t.” He captured your lips into a kiss one more time before he turned you around without giving you much warning. You had to brace yourself on the vanity so you wouldn’t fall face first into it. Bruce was usually one to take his time, he wasn’t exactly used to getting this kind of intimacy and he liked to savor every minute of it in the rare instance that he did. But this once, he wanted to make quick work of the situation, so you wouldn’t risk getting interrupted. You didn’t mind though, it had been such a long time since you had been intimate with someone, let alone with him, you would take anything he gave you.

You couldn’t really see him, not even in the reflection of the large mirror in front of you, all you could see was the reflection of the top of his black hair. But you soon realized what he was doing when you felt his lips drag along your exposed spine and goosebumps rose in your skin. You gasped softly, the sudden touch catching you by surprise, but it was certainly welcomed. He left a string of kisses along your spine as a way to distract you from the journey his hand was making. And before you knew it, his fingers were dragging painfully slowly up your bare thigh. You could feel them get close to your clothed core, but he wasn’t doing anything.

“Bruce.” You whine softly, knowing he was stalling just to tease you.

“Yes love?” The nickname rolled off his tongue with a gravely low voice that always drove you insane. You whined again.

“Touch me.”

You didn’t have to say it twice. Your panties were torn off so fast you thought he ripped the material. Before you could complain about your possibly ruined piece of clothing, he spat between two of his fingers and pressed them right against your entrance. A quiet moan got caught in your throat when you felt his fingers slowly move up to your clit, spreading the wetness over the bud. He rubbed slow circles over your clit, dragging it out until he could hear your uneven and quickened breaths and only then he pushed both digits into you. It was slow and dragged out, and it nearly had you crying.

“F-fuck.” You choked out, much to Bruce’s pleasure as he pumped the digits slowly, dragging them in and out of your tight walls. He hummed softly at this.

“So tight,” he noted, his lips now lingering over your ear as he snapped his wrist, his fingers curling right over the perfect spot. This incited a moan from the back of your throat. “Are you going to take all of me?”

“Oh God yes—yes.” You said without a second thought, your head starting to spin more and more the quicker his fingers worked. You weren’t exactly thinking of what he had asked you, it got drowned out by the pleasure he was giving you. But it didn’t matter, your response was enough to please him and give you what you really wanted. Him.

He never stopped pumping his fingers, each snap of his wrist made his fingers drag deliciously over your most sensitive spot, and all you could think about was the burn in your lower stomach, how good it felt. You were distracted by it, and the sounds you made didn’t help, so you didn’t hear his belt quickly unbuckle. He had scrunched up your dress as far up as it went, or until he had a perfect view of his fingers working inside you. And before you knew it his fingers had left you, but before you could complain about the sudden emptiness, you were instead met with his cock filling you up.

Bruce stood upright, his head falling back and a pleasured sigh left his lips as he bottomed himself out inside you. It had been a long time since he had felt this, especially with you, and he soaked it all in, the way your walls tightened around him, the way your back arched into him. He sat still for what was maybe ten, fifteen seconds, but felt like an eternity. He was giving you time to adjust. Rightfully so, it had been so long since you had been with him you had forgotten how to handle his size.

You screwed your eyes shut, gripping on to the vanity, bracing yourself before you spoke, “Bruce, p-please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He placed a hand over your shoulder, while he gripped your waist with the other, holding you in place before he drew himself back, sliding half way before rocking back in with a snap of his hips. You cried out, your chest slightly sliding forward despite your grip.

“Did you miss this?” His voice was low, desperate even as he watched you through the mirror with hooded eyes, “did you miss me?”

“Yes.” you choked out, your head hanging as he slammed your body forward again with a particularly deeply slow thrust. You couldn't really see it, but he hummed, and there was the slightest curl of his lips, amused, pleased.

The sound of rapid and quick breaths from his part were quickly drowned out by the sound of your cries and the sounds of skin slapping against each other in quick succession. He adjusted himself, his fingers digged deep into your hip as his other hand gravitated towards your hair, and he pulled you back. You gasped in surprise by the sudden roughness, but you happily welcomed it. You pressed your back flat against his chest, and you were now forced to see yourself in the mirror, and Bruce towering behind you. You grinded down on him, the pleasure burning in your belly and you cried out softly, eyes screwed shut. This incited a low groan from Bruce, whose pale blue eyes were fixated on you. His eyes dragged from your chest, the cut of your dress exposing a good part of your cleavage, sweat starting to glisten your skin. His eyes then moved up to your face, and hell did he love it. He watched carefully the way your face contorted with pleasure, your parted lips and eyes screwed shut. A particularly hard thrust made your head fall forward with a cry.

“Look at me,” his voice was low and rough. You barely opened your eyes only to find the reflection of yourself, looking fucked out, you couldn't help but look away, flustered. “I said look at me.” He huffed and placed his hand right under your jaw, fingers spread out over your throat but not squeezing, just holding your head in place. And your eyes met through the reflection.

“See that?” There was a smirk on his lips and his eyes were gazing down on you, observing, penetrating. “All mine.”

“All yours.” You repeated, the words leaving your mouth before you could even process it, the haze of the moment was getting the best of you. You heard the quiet ‘fuck’ that left Bruce’s lips when you said that, his cock twitching inside you and his eyes rolling back for a second. His head fell over your shoulder and his lips found your neck, just as his hand fell between your bodies, his thumb brushing over your clit. That almost did it for you, he had you so close and he knew it. He rubbed slow but precise circles over your clit as he found a deeper, more precise pace, one that had his cock hitting your most sensitive spot perfectly.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this. Nobody else gets to lay a hand on you.” He said this with a particularly hard thrust, one so harsh it almost made you slip from his grip, almost as if he was trying to prove a point.

“F-fuck Bruce, please, please don’t stop.” You cried out, your back arching just as you felt that familiar burn in your belly.

“Are you going to come for me sweetheart?” He asked, his eyes were fixed on you, and that unblinking gaze had you feeling so small under it. His voice almost does it for you, so rough yet so smooth, you would honestly do anything he asked you in that moment, no questions asked.

You half nodded, you head slightly restrained in place by the large hand on the column of your neck, “Yes—” Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to keep your eyes open, fixated on his just like his eyes are on you, all you can do now is beg, “Y-yes, please, fuck—” The moan that left your lips was stifled by his lips as another snap of his hips had you shaking, clenching around him as a wave of pleasure hit you like a brick wall.

He held you with a tight grip of your waist as he fucked you through it, slowly dragging himself in and out of you until he had you whimpering against his mouth, “fuck,” he muttered, your walls squeezing his cock. His eyes actually rolled into the back of his head this time, not too far behind you. This gave you the idea to slowly drag yourself over his cock, the sudden wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out of you. And he actually moaned this time.

“Fuck,” it was low, barely audible, but it was there, he was almost there. His thrusts started to become short and shallow, his composure starting to suddenly break. “I’m-I’m going to come. Can you take it all for me love?” He sounded almost desperate. You tilted your head back, a hand running through his dark strands as you pulled him down.

“Please.” You whined against his lips, arching against him and nodded happily. With that, his fingers squeezed your neck ever so slightly as he gave a couple of quick shallow thrusts before his eyes were rolling back into his head and his lips parted as he spilled himself inside you. It was sloppy, messy, everything he was not, and he didn’t care at all. He slouched over you, eyes closed and panting as he sat inside you. You held him, your rapid and uneven breathing matching his.

It was a minute before he pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the combined releases drip down your thighs. Oh well. Bruce slightly tilted his head, catching a glimpse of it before your dress fell over your legs again. He gave you a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“If only you could see that,” he hummed, more to himself than you and he shook his head, pressing a more gentle kiss to your shoulder before he stepped back. He saw the way your head snapped back and you narrowed your eyes at him. He couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your pursed lips before he spoke, “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry love.”

You were hoping yours and Bruce’s sudden disappearance hadn’t caught the attention of anyone back at the party, especially your parents. You were looking at Bruce as you walked back to the ballroom, your arms were linked together and his gaze was forward, his pale skin was still flushed and red, you didn’t even want to know how yours looked. You swore you felt everyone’s judgemental gaze burn into the back of your head.

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

“Unlikely. I don’t think we were the center of attention sweetheart.” Bruce shrugged, catching a small glimpse of you, seeing the utterly guilty look in your face. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but you suddenly stopped dead in your tracks. He was about to question you, but when he faced forward again he was met face to face with your parents. Your mother, who had the same welcoming and friendly expression as always. Your father however, was not all pleased to see Bruce.

“Father, mother.” You greeted them as casually as you possibly could, still holding onto Bruce, who looked like he wanted to grapple his way out of there. Unfortunately he didnt carry gadgets in this suit. “Look who decided to come. What a pleasant surprise right?”

“Ah yes.. Mr. Wayne. Quite the surprise.” Your father said with distaste and a scowl on his face. Oh boy.

“Mr and Mrs. L/N, it is a pleasure to see you again. This is quite the event you got here tonight.” Bruce tried to be as polite as he could, using his manners to his advantage despite feeling like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole, a feeling you shared.

“I wish I could say the same,” your father scoffed softly, eyeing Bruce disapprovingly before his eyes landed on you. That must've brought memories, your lack of lipstick, your hair suddenly down and tangled looking and Bruce looking seemingly disheveled, face still red and hair still tousled. “Y/N, can you explain where you went off to for the last half hour? People were asking about you.”

“Really? Oh.. well, I saw Bruce and we were uh-” you licked your lips, looking up at Bruce with a certain glint in your eyes before you looked back at your father, “we were just catching up. We kind of lost track of time.” Bruce had to look down to hide the small smirk that formed on his lips.

Yeah, lost track of time indeed.

[she4everyone]

I've been trying to find some toe-curling and sheet-gripping smut bc I think I read it all. So this is my attempt to please myself.

Fuck Andrew

Dean Winchester x Female OC

Warnings: Smut (porn w/o plot) unprotected sex (please don't be like them), OC cheats with Dean, overstimulation, cunnilingus, face sitting

Spelling and grammar are not my strong suits

The attraction had always been there but was greatly ignored. Dean and Sonya had somewhat of an understanding. She helped out whenever needed and never pried on the boys' personal life. Dean felt as if he could trust her during hunts and Sonya felt the exact same. Although she would never admit it, Dean Winchester having some faith in her made all giddy inside. Sonya would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Dean. The older Winchester was a big-time hunter who demons feared, who knew how to please a woman, and who would move heaven and earth for the people he loved. I mean who wouldn't want that. After Dean had saved her from being the next ghost they hunted, she grew a little crush.

~

"Sonya get your ass inside this bunker," Dean says, watching Sonya look for an abandoned vehicle.

"I have to get home. Andy'll be worried. I'll just find a car," She explains, crossing her arms in front of her chest and locking eyes with the green-eyed man.

"Andrew is a grown man. He can go a night without you, princess," Dean retorts placing a hand in his pants pocket.

"I have to agree with Dean on this one. Andy is not a child who needs his mommy 25/8," Sam interjects as he unlocks the bunker’s entrance.

"You're right. He can go one more night without me," she agrees, following behind the brothers as they enter the bunker.

Once inside, Dean shows Sonya to her room and bathroom, allowing her to finally get a good shower. Sonya takes her time in the shower thinking about how she would explain to Andy why she hadn't come home immediately. After getting out of the shower Sonya sees one of Dean's grey tee shirts folded neatly on the bed next to a pair of sweats.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this too much," Sonya thinks to herself as she puts the shirt on.

It smells of laundry detergent but still has a hint of Dean on it. She reaches for the sweats and puts them on but they start to slip off.

"I guess I'm not wearing any pants," she mumbles as she leaves the room.

Even though it was around 1 AM Sonya was craving something sweet. She walks into the kitchen and looks in all the cabinets. Surprisingly the boys didn't have the sweets she was craving, but they had the ingredients for blueberry muffins.

"Jackpot," she softly exclaims, hoping not to disturb the boys. She gathers the flour, melted butter, sugar, baking powder, salt, blueberries, and eggs. Sonya puts her earbuds in and combines the ingredients while dancing to her favorite songs.

"It just goes on and on in the back of my mind. Do you remember the time when we fell in love? Do you remember the time when we first met, girl?" She sings softly while combining the flour, baking soda, sugar, and salt for her flour mixture. Once combined she folds in the frozen blueberries.

Surprisingly, the boys also had muffin tins, which happened to be on a very high shelf. Sonya assumed Sam and Dean had been sleeping so she ignored the fact Dean's shirt rode up her waist as she reached for the pan. Of course, she knew her ass was on display, all she was wearing was a thong, but once again, she believed she was all alone.

"I didn't believe you when you said you had a tramp stamp," Dean remarks, arms crossed and smirking as he leans against the door. Sonya's butterfly tattoo centered in the middle of her waist slightly above her ass was on full display.

"Why are you up?" She asks placing the batter in the tins occasionally looking up at Dean.

"Couldn't sleep and then I thought I was going crazy because I heard the soft singing of Do You Remember the Time by Michael Jackson," he explains as he walks closer to Sonya.

Sonya giggles at Dean's comments as she places the muffins in the oven.

"Just had to come and see the source?" She asks turning around to face him and leaning over the counter.

"Something like that. What's keeping you up?" He questions looking deeply into her eyes.

"I was craving something sweet. Plus, I just don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight," she explains, biting her lip and twiddling her thumbs.

"You're thinking about that jackass, aren't you? If the thought of explaining why you had to crash at your friend's place induces anxiety, I gotta say you're probably not with the right guy," he says taking a seat on the island.

"He's all I know. We've been together since high school. I don't know anyone but him. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to move on. It sucks but sticking with what you know is easy," Sonya explains resting her cheek in her palm. She looks up at Dean waiting for him to respond.

"That's the good thing about being young. You have time to move on and meet new people," he informs her with a smile.

"You really dislike Andy, don't you," she jokes putting the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Andrew doesn't deserve what he's got," Dean shoots back.

"He works hard at his job. He's an incredible teacher," she says.

"I'm not talking about his job. I'm talking about you. He doesn't deserve to get you and then treat you like shit," Dean reveals as he walks up behind Sonya.

He places his hands on the counter, locking her in the space. He leans forward a little letting his lips brush against her neck.

"Dean," she says weakly, dropping the bowl in the sink and shutting her eyes.

"There's a sea of great men out there who'd kill for you. Give them a chance. There's one right here," he pleads, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. His arms snake around her waist as he holds onto her.

"Dean, if we go down this path we'll never be the same," Sonya explains.

"I don't wanna watch you be miserable with him when I know I could make you happier," he informs, turning her around.

Dean softly kisses Sonya, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other holds onto her cheek. He breaks the kiss to kiss around her neck.

"Dean," she gasps as she wraps one leg around Dean's waist, her back arching against the counter.

He makes his way back to her lips and begins to kiss her with more force. Biting down on her bottom lip, signaling her to open her mouth. Dean's tongue enters Sonya's mouth and swirls with hers as his hand sneaks under her shirt and grabs a hold of one of her breasts. His fingers twist and pinch her nipple as he continues to kiss every part of her he has access to. The two break apart gasping for air.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asks looking deeply into Sonya's eyes once again.

"More than anything," she responds, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck.

Dean begins to kiss and nibble on her neck praying that he was leaving marks. Letting everyone know she was his now. His fingers begin to trail down her body and stop at the fabric covering her clit. Sonya lets out a sharp inhale, the quick touch causing her to get wetter than she already was.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties," he says as he rubs light circles over her covered clit.

"Dean," she says in a shaky tone.

"What do you want?" Dean asks as he continues to rub circles over her clit and gradually adds pressure. Her leg that wasn't wrapped around Dean felt like jello at this point. He was the only thing keeping her steady at this point.

"I want to sit on your face," she says not understanding where the confidence came from.

"Okay, angel," he says letting go of her.

Dean gets down on one and kisses the inside of Sonya's thighs. Pulling her panties off at an excruciatingly slow pace, hoping that it was painful for her. He places her panties in his pocket the gets back up. The immeasurable amount of excitement coursing through his veins was unbearable. In just a few seconds, the goddess that is Sonya would be sitting on his face as he pulled as many orgasms out of her as he could.

Sonya was now confused until she saw Dean taking everything off the counter.

"I'd push them off to make everything super sexy, but I don't need Sammy walking in on this," he explains while he removes the last bowl.

Dean walks back over to Sonya and grabs the backside of her legs. She wraps them around Dean, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him with everything she has. He sets her down next to the island and then lays down on the island. He sits up to help Sonya on top of him then lays back down.

She makes her way toward Dean's face and places a knee on each side of Dean's head. He grabs a hold of her hips on and swirls his tongue around her clit. It causes her back to arch and pushes her pussy further onto Dean's face. He starts sucking on her clit making Sonya moan then quickly covers her mouth.

At this stage, Sonya had more control than Dean and began grinding her pussy onto Dean’s face. He motions for Sonya to keep rocking back and forth so she does. She moves faster and faster with each passing second. Dean maneuvers his tongue to slip into her pussy and taste as much of her as he can. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building in her lower stomach. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Dean I'm-" she exclaims as she leans forward to grip onto the island.

She grinds with all the force she has as she starts to come undone. The knot in her stomach starts to unravel and her legs begin to shake. She places one of her fists in her mouth hoping it'll silence her. Dean raises his arms to secure the back of Sonya's head as he gets up. He lays her on her back and gets off the island.

"What's going on?" Sonya asks, as sits up and rests on her elbows. Dean stands at the end and wraps his arms around Sonya's thighs, pulling her closer to him. He sucks on her clit and runs his index and middle finger along her slit.

"Fuck," shoots past her lips as she falls back.

Dean slides his fingers into her pussy and curls them in search for her g-spot.

"Do you think you could give me another," he asks as he pulls his fingers halfway out then slides them back in.

"Yes, yes please!" She whispers as she arches her back and pushes her hips forward.

Dean goes back to sucking on her clit loving how it affects her. How sweet she tasted, and how it would never be enough, no matter how much of her he got. He needed Sonya liked he needed air at this point. There was absolutely no way she would ever go back to Andy. Not as long as Dean was around.

He curls his fingers again but this time Sonya clenches around them as the pressure becomes intense again. She knows she close but she's too high to even tell Dean. He swirls his tongue around her clit once again and that was all it took. Sonya's legs wrap around Dean's head as she starts to unravel. Her eyes roll into the back or her head and she covers her mouth because this feeling was much more intense.

"Holy shit," Sonya pants.

Dean pulls her legs to bring her closer to him. He helps her sit up and kisses her softly. The kiss is tender and loving, a complete contrast to the actions he committed just a few moments ago.

"You did amazing," he tells her while caressing her cheek.

"You weren't lying when you said you knew a thing or two," she remarks running her hand down Dean's chest.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," he says while shooting Sonya a questioning look.

Her hand slips into Dean's boxers and she rubs the tip of Dean's cock. She spreads the precum all over the tip then begins to slowly jerk Dean's cock.

"Fuck, Sonya," he mumbles against her lips as he begins to kiss her.

Sonya wraps her legs around Dean's waist pulling him flush against her. Her hand starts jerking Dean off with quick motions causing Dean to start to lose it. All he could think about is if her hand has him feeling like this what would her pussy do.

"Fuck me," she says against his lips as she pulls his sweats and boxers down in a swift motion. She opens her legs and rubs the tip of Dean's cock along her slit, spreading her wetness all over it. Dean grabs the base of his cock and slaps his tap against Sonya's clit.

"Say it again," he demands as he just barley pushes the tip of his cock into Sonya's dripping wet pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, Dean," she repeats as she pushes her hips forward causing Dean to entire her more.

With that Dean became a madman. He slipped his cock inside giving slow and shallow teasing strokes before giving her what she wanted. He quickened his pace fucking her with force and angling his tip to hit her g-spot. Moans and ineligible words were spilling out of Sonya's mouth as the best sex she had ever had was taking place. Dean's cock fit perfectly inside Sonya, as if one was the missing piece to the other's puzzle. Dean throws Sonya's legs over his should giving himself better access. He also mutter incomparable words under his breath.

One of his hand starts to abuse Sonya's clit, rubbing it in fast circles, wanting to feel her clench around him, while the other grabs onto her neck. He pulls her up by the neck in order to kiss her.

"You're so fucking good Dean," she mumbles against his lips as she once again feels that intense pressure, but this time it was much stronger.

"You want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy," he asks as he feels himself getting closer by the second.

"Yes, yes please," she instantly replies. Within a matter of seconds Sonya does something she had never done before. She shuts her eyes, going limp as she begins to squirt all over Dean.

He continues to fuck her, loving how good he was able to make her feel.

"Just like that Sonya, you're doing so fucking well," he says as he fucks her through her orgasm. As her walls begin to tighten around Dean he knows he's done for. After a couple more strokes Dean cums inside Sonya, falls on top of her with his cock still inside.

"I don't have words to describe how amazing that was," she says as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't have any either," he says as his hand slips under her shirt once again feeling for her nipples.

"Next time I want you completely naked and I want to hear every sound you make," Dean informs as he pulls out of her. Some of his cum begins to leak out of Sonya's pussy and he quickly kneels down to lick it up. As he does Sonya runs her fingers through his hair.

"Too busy fucking to smell something's burning. I was able to smell it in my sleep," Sam says in an annoyed tone as he pulls the muffins out of the oven. He turns back around and heads to his room.

Once Sam is gone Dean gets back up and the two laugh. After trying their very best to be quiet they still woke up the moose. Dean kisses Sonya again, allowing her to taste how good they are together.

"So you're dumping shitface right," Dean asks he carrys Sonya bridal style.

"I'd be a fool not to," she retorts as she wraps her arms around his neck. Dean walks to his bedroom and lays Sonya onto the bed. The two cuddle until the next morning when they go to her shared apartment with Andy to pick up her stuff.

[elvisabutler]

can you do headcannons on pa reader and austin being in a secret relationship bc he has to be in a pr relationship (they don’t want austin and reader to be pr bc it would be to obvious it’s for the movie)

okay so quick disclaimer, this is a pa! reader but not the pa! reader y'all are used to seeing from me. mostly because my brain couldn't quite wrap my head around that one. ( give me a good night's sleep tonight and low key i'll probably do it anyway. ) but tw: jealousy. so much jealousy. cheating but it's a pr relationship so confusing on that front.

consider. you both hate this. with a fiery passion you two only usually show each other.

you both can't argue against it because while everyone and their mother on set know that you two are dating and have been since filming started after the covid shutdown the wb higher ups have no idea.

and you and austin want to keep it that way because you know what the paparazzi does to couples who meet and fall in love on set. you're not about to deal with that.

it will also hurt anyone's chances to get an oscar. it shouldn't but baz, catherine, and the two of you kind of come to the agreement that it will.

consider. you do not get to pick who austin dates nor do you get to pick who you are dating. this leads to both of you ending up with people who are charming and attractive. this is a problem because on a good day you are jealous person by nature when it came to austin. and on a bad day austin is a jealous person when it came to you.

basically both of you are obscenely jealous and fight at least once a week in your shared apartment when you can both get to it without any paparazzi following you. on more than one occasion

you have accused him of cheating. he has done the same thing. you both make up before the night is over but by the middle of the press tour for elvis you're both at your limit.

you ask baz and the rest of the producers if it is possible to stop the pr relationships. they respectfully tell you not until at least the end of the press tour. preferably after oscar nominations are done.

you cannot wait and break things off with your pr relationship before being talked back into joining it again when reminded maybe you have a chance at an oscar too.

consider there's a break in the press tour that you use to have your pr relationships near you while you go to your shared apartment. you agree to try and have fun with this. it then becomes a game of who can make the other more jealous kissing and doing whatever with the other person in the pr relationships.

you win. every single time.

and your prize is getting- well, austin likes to show you who you belong to and it certainly isn't the attractive eyecandy you have to drag along on events that isn't him.

when the press tour is over you find that they only shove the two of you with your "significant others" when they really need to. a red carpet but other than that, they let you and austin live your life. still mildly separate but you aren't stuck watching him stick his tongue down someone's throat and vice versa almost every single night.

consider! austin gets caught leaving the apartment when he's supposed to be with his pr relationship. this is about two weeks before oscar noms.

damage control one hundred percent happens the second it hits deux moi or tmz.

there is talk about just introducing you two as a couple.

you are both here for this.

they decide that well austin's already fucked it up so might as well.

he still gets the oscar nom, you don't but that's okay because there will be other times for you and he deserves it.

he wins. and thanks his best girl. his beautiful girlfriend, y/n.

"you didn't have to make out with him like that?" "like what?" "like he was an oasis in the desert."

"how come you never wear jeans that make your ass look like that with me?" "you see me naked! why do i need to?" "because like seeing your ass look good in pants? that's like asking me why i need to wear those jeans you like." "that's different." "oh my god, i will call her up and make her take you for an outing today."

[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[helloalycia]

worth the wait [one] // daisy johnson

summary: when your best friend, Skye, keeps running away from home, you're left to deal with the consequences, but then one day, she doesn't come back.

warning/s: mentions of unwanted foster kids

author’s note: this is a five parter and each chapter is quite long bc i got carried away. i've literally been working on this for so long so i hope there's still some daisy johnson stans out there to appreciate this!

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"She's the only person she talks to... doesn't listen to anyone... just try..."

I twiddled my thumbs as I refrained from rolling my eyes. Mr Lock was pretty stupid if he thought I couldn't hear him with the door slightly ajar.

"...can't do much... good student?"

"She'll tell you what she knows," I heard Mr Lock say more clearly, to the police officer, before the door got pushed open.

I glanced at him as he feigned a smile for my sake, making his way over to his desk and sitting opposite me. The police officer followed after him, taking a seat at the edge of the desk and watching me with curious eyes like she was studying my every move.

"As you are probably aware, Miss Y/L/N, your friend Skye has gone missing," Mr Lock began to explain. "Her foster family have tried contacting her, but they can't find her."

I felt nervous with the police officer watching me, trying not to glance her way for fear she'd know I was hiding something.

"We just want to bring her home safely," Mr Lock continued. "And you're the closest person to her."

It wasn't a question – he knew I was the closest person to her. We'd done this back and forth many times before, every time Skye decided to run away. And it didn't get any easier.

I swallowed hard. "If you're asking me if I know where she is, I can promise you I don't."

Technically I wasn't lying, so that wasn't too much of a stretch.

"Have you had any contact with her since yesterday morning?" the police officer asked.

I shook my head and tried to ignore how warm I was getting. "I usually meet her by the entrance before class, but she wasn't there. I thought she was just pulling a sick day or something."

The officer hummed in response and the way she didn't give away what she was thinking didn't help with my nerves.

"So, you know nothing of Skye's disappearance?" Mr Lock asked with a raised eyebrow. "Anything you can tell us will be greatly appreciated. Her family just want her home and we all want her to be safe. You know the drill."

"I want that, too," I lied as confidently as I could. "You know she's done this before... she'll come back. She always does."

Mr Lock sighed and rested his head in his hands; he was clearly exhausted from having this same chat with me every few months Skye decided to leave.

"I think that's everything," the police officer said, before standing up straight. She glanced at me, adding, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please let your teacher know if you hear anything from her."

I nodded awkwardly. "Will do."

Mr Lock stood up, hand on his hip with mild frustration. He nodded my way and waved a hand dismissively. "Okay, you can go now, Y/N. Back to class, go on."

I nodded and looked between them both before grabbing my backpack and heading to the door. I could hear them talking quietly though, and felt mildly guilty for lying.

"...does this regularly now," the police officer was saying. "She'll turn up."

"She's wasting our time," Mr Lock was mumbling. "She always does this and for what?"

I sighed inwardly before leaving his office and heading back to class. I continued on with my school day as normal, up until lunchtime when I got a message from Skye herself.

Heading to the toilets to ensure nobody would see me, I slipped into a cubicle and pulled out the burner phone Skye gave me the first time she ever ran away a few years ago. She was always cautious of being caught out but still wanted to be able to contact me, so this was her solution. I didn't argue it as I only ever wanted to make sure she was okay and I could at least talk to her.

She'd texted me, it reading: Meet me by the ice cream truck in the park after school.

I was relieved to know she was okay, since it was the first text she'd sent me since she left yesterday morning. But it was frustrating that she'd disregarded my many concerned texts before that.

With a huff, I replied: I'm doing good, thanks for asking. You could've texted sooner, Skye.

It took a moment before she responded. Sorry, mom

I rolled my eyes, knowing she'd have that annoyingly cute smile on her face as she texted from wherever the hell she was.

Another text came through from her. Sorry I didn't reply sooner. Everything cool with the cops?

I sighed and hastily replied: Everything is as cool as it can be. I'll talk to you later when I see you. You safe?

Every time she left, she came back without a scratch to my relief, but it didn't make me feel any better when she would leave again and again. Running was her way of rebelling against everything – the countless foster families she went through, the teachers who ridiculed her, the other students who judged her. I didn't know where she went – it would change every time and I was sure she was making it up to make me feel better – but I covered for her because I cared about her and didn't want her to push me away like she did with everyone else. It was getting old though.

Her text came through and the heaviness on my shoulders lifted with relief. I'm always safe. But thanks for caring.

I always care. You know that.

I do. I'll see you later, Y/N. Love you.

I love you, too. See you later.

She stopped responding and I put the phone away before taking a deep breath. Seventeen and Skye had me feeling like a soldier's wife at freakin' war. She was gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.

—

"Over here."

I spun around and felt my racing heart calm down when I saw the familiar teasing smile of Skye watching me behind the abandoned ice cream truck.

"You're okay," I breathed out with relief before moving forward and pulling her in for a tight hug.

She laughed but wrapped her arms around me, squeezing gently. "I always am, I told you."

I refrained from rolling my eyes as I pulled away, meeting her gaze. "I'll always worry, Skye."

Momentarily, her playful demeanour disappeared and was replaced with something genuine. "I know... sorry. Thanks for coming."

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Skye, you can't keep running away like this. Mr Lock called me in again. Thinks I know where you are. Says your family are worried."

Skye snorted as she took a seat on the bench nearby. "They're probably throwing a party in my absence. This is just protocol for them. All of them."

I watched her with a pitiful gaze before taking a seat next to her. "The police came again."

"But you covered, right?" Skye asked with a quirked brow.

"Obviously," I said, making her smile, but I didn't return it. "I hate lying to them. It makes me feel... dirty."

"It's not like you're hiding the location of a war criminal, Y/N, chill," she teased, patting my knee.

"Where were you this time?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.

A grin appeared on her lips with remembrance as she reached into her backpack, pulling out a laptop.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where d'you get that?" 

She seemed proud as she said, "I won it in a bet."

"Skye!"

"What? It was fair play and I happened to win," she said with a shrug.

I facepalmed. "Skye, if you needed a laptop, you should've asked. I could have asked my parents or– or– I don't know–"

"What? Fundraised for the poor foster girl in class who can't buy a laptop like everyone else?" she cut me off bitterly, before replacing the laptop in her bag. "I'd rather not."

I frowned, moving to rest a hand on her back, but she shook me off harshly before standing up.

"Skye, I didn't mean it like that," I said apologetically, standing up, too. "I just meant– I could have helped. I want to help. I don't want you to have to make bets to get stuff. I just want you to be safe."

Skye and I becoming friends was something I never could have seen coming, but when we were partnered in science class in middle school, we kind of just fell into each other's lives. I knew of her situation with her many foster families and always knew she deserved better. Sometimes though, I think she felt the difference in our lives when it came to little things like buying stuff, and I hated it.

"Skye–"

"It's okay," she interrupted, glancing at me with sad eyes. "I know you want to help. But I'm okay."

Treading carefully, I asked, "Where did you go then?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "Library."

I narrowed my eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

She met my eyes and shrugged. "You don't have to, but it's the truth."

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her, so I simply played along. "Fine. You went to the library and won a bet with someone, getting their laptop."

"Exactly."

I gave her a knowing look. "When are you coming back? To school?"

She was about to respond, but her phone vibrated and she checked it quickly, her eyes lighting up. I tried not to roll my eyes at her change of mood, not wanting to imagine the bond she'd made with her new friends.

She finally answered. "A few days, I promise."

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, so I nodded. "Okay. A few days. You'll keep in touch though, yeah?"

"I will, I promise," she said with a small smile before moving forward and hugging me tightly. "Thanks, Y/N."

I sighed but returned her hug, knowing I couldn't stay mad at her for long. "Just please take care of yourself, Skye. And if you need anything – and I mean anything – just ask. Unfortunately, I have a soft spot for your dumbass."

She laughed and admittedly, my stomach did somersaults at the sound. She pulled away but kept within arm's reach, allowing me to see the honesty shining in her brown eyes.

"I'll see you in a few days," she promised. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied, watching as she stepped back to leave.

She sent a final smile my way before running away, leaving me standing there alone and with a worried heart.

"More than you'll know," I muttered to myself, knowing I could never tell her how I truly felt.

—

"Won't your mum kill you for this?"

I shrugged, leading Skye through the the party-goers and to the kitchen where the drinks were. "She's okay with it because she knows I'm responsible. Plus, I promised her I wouldn't get drunk."

Skye let out a laugh. "Right. You're at a high school party and you're not gonna drink. That's totally happening."

I poured myself and Skye a drink as I quirked a brow. "I never said I wasn't going to drink. Just that I wouldn't get drunk. There's a difference, Skye."

She seemed impressed as she nodded. "Sneaky."

I was invited to this party by some girl in class and thought it would be nice for Skye and I to go to since it had been a while since we'd hung out. She didn't want to go at first, but after a little convincing on my end, she joined me.

We ended up staying there for about an hour when Skye needed to go to the bathroom and I decided to grab a snack from the kitchen. As I was browsing the bowls and considering whether I wanted to risk grabbing food from a shared bowl, I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind me.

When I turned, I was surprised to see a very tall guy stood there with a smirk on his face.

"It's Y/N, right?" he began the conversation, before suddenly raising his hand and reaching for something in my hair. "Sorry, you had some fluff there."

I smiled awkwardly and pushed my hair behind my ear. "Er, thanks. Yeah, I'm Y/N. I'm sorry, I don't think I recognise you."

He shook his head. "I didn't think you would. We don't go to the same school. I saw you walking around and thought I'd introduce myself."

"Oh, er..." I didn't know what to say as I wasn't really interested in his clear advances.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked suddenly, still smirking at me.

"I already have one," I said conclusively, before aiming to move past him, but he put his arm in the way. I looked at it before raising my eyebrow at him. "You gonna let me go?"

He snickered. "Come on, just let me get you a drink."

"I'm not interested," I told him straightforwardly before attempting to make another move, but he pushed me back gently. "Dude, come on."

"What's one drink gonna do?" he asked persistently (and annoyingly).

"I–"

"She said back off," another voice came out of nowhere, and suddenly Skye appeared and pushed the guy back harshly, stepping between us.

"Skye, I–" I began, but the guy was already glaring down at her with a fake smile on his lips.

"Or what?" he asked rhetorically.

She returned his glare and said nothing. I rested a hand on her arm and tried to tug her backwards, but she wasn't moving. Always the stubborn one.

"What are you gonna do, Skye?" he repeated with bitter humour. "You gonna call the cops? I heard they know you pretty well by now, don't they?"

"Don't speak to her like that," I said angrily, glaring at him.

He began to laugh, shaking his head, before finally walking away. I released a deep breath and watched as Skye turned around to face me.

"Are you alright?" I asked her gently, resting a hand on her arm as I found her eyes.

"Are you?" she countered, looking over me with concern. "That guy was a jackass."

"He was, but I had it under control," I said with reassurance, before downing the rest of my drink and throwing the cup in the bin. "You didn't need to step in."

"Uh, yeah, I did," she said, stepping in my line of sight. "He was a creep."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, Skye, whatever you say. Thank you."

"You're welcome, now can we leave?"

I shoved her in the shoulder slightly. "We're not leaving. Not yet anyway. There's a foosball table in the other room I wanna play with and you're playing, too."

She sighed dramatically. "Fine."

I grinned at her before dragging her to the other room by her hand.

Another hour passed when I unfortunately began to feel the effects of my drink that I later came to learn was spiked by the arsehole who tried to hit on me. I wasn't particularly aware of my actions, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have done nor said half the things I did. Things like playing beer pong for the third time in a row and losing every game.

"It's just me an' you, Y/L/N," Kate, the girl I was playing with, said as we both a had a cup left. "Think you can win?"

I laughed as I rolled the ball between my fingers. "Third time's the charm...?"

The group of teenagers around us watched with anticipation as I aimed the shot up in my mind. It wasn't exactly helpful that I could barely stand up straight and my eyes were crossing over, making the cup move around slowly.

"One... two... three...," I counted down, before tossing the ball and watching it bounce off the side of the table and onto the floor. "Well, shit."

Everybody laughed as I ran a hand through my hair. Kate chuckled before grabbing the ball and lining it up. Miles better than I did, she aimed quickly and got it in the cup in one shot, resulting in cheers from everyone. I laughed and grabbed the cup, eyeballing the beer. I wasn't really a fan of beer, but a game was a game.

I downed the cup and pulled a face at how disgusting it tasted, before tossing the cup on the floor. I pushed away from the table I was leaning on, before falling back and hitting the floor, butt-first. I giggled to myself as I tried to stand up, but with great difficulty.

"Y/N, there you are!"

I looked up and lit up when I saw none other than Skye standing above me. She bent down and grabbed my hands before helping me stand up. I stumbled into her, but thankfully she caught my weight and let me lean on her for support.

"How did you get drunk so quickly?" she asked with surprise, leading me to the front door. "I've literally been with you. Until you ditched me twenty minutes ago which wasn't cool since I only came to this stupid party because of you."

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I saw the ping pong table and couldn't resist."

She sighed to herself before leading me outside. "You smell like alcohol."

"That's because I had some," I whispered not-so-quietly in her ear, before erupting into giggles.

"I gotta get you home," she mumbled, before searching my pockets. "Where are your keys?"

"My mum is gonna k-kill me," I realised, but a dopey smile was on my lips. "You have to sleepover."

She found my keys and began leading me to my car. "I'm gonna have to, aren't I? So much for not getting drunk."

I covered my mouth to try and stop the laughter from spilling out. She didn't seem amused as she managed to get me into the passenger's seat before rounding the car to the driver's seat. When she got comfortable, I watched her with a childish grin.

"You can't drive," I said in a know-it-all voice. "You didn't pass your test, silly."

She started the engine and began doing her mirror checks before pulling out, muttering, "Nobody has to know."

I watched as she drove, feeling exhausted but lighter than usual. She looked really pretty tonight. I wanted to tell her when we went to the party, but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Now however, it was all I could think about and my heart was fluttering at the thought.

"Here, drink this," she ordered, before throwing a bottle of water into my lap.

"But–"

"No buts, just drink it," she said authoritatively, glancing at me.

I didn't want to argue with her, so I began opening the bottle as I giggled to myself. "You said butts."

She groaned to herself and I drank the water as instructed, even if I really didn't want to.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my house and Skye was helping me to the door.

"Your mum knows you're coming back late, so this shouldn't be a problem," she said quietly, mostly to herself. "Try not to make noise though, okay?"

I nodded obediently, before putting my finger to my mouth. "Sshhhh. Quiet."

She rolled her eyes before using my keys to open the door and drag me inside. I stayed as quiet as I could, letting her take me upstairs and to my room. Only, before we could go in, I heard my mum call out for me.

"Y/N, love, is that you?"

I stared blankly at Skye as she gave me a knowing look with wide eyes, nodding. I continued staring at her as my mum called my name again.

"Answer her!" she whisper-shouted to me.

"But you said to stay quiet," I said with confusion.

She facepalmed. "Just answer her," she said with frustration.

"Well then, no need to get crabby," I mumbled before calling out to mum, "It's me, mum! Skye and I are back!"

There was a pause before she called back, "Okay! Make sure you lock the front door!"

I snickered to myself as Skye shoved me into my bedroom before I could reply.

"Will do, Mrs Y/L/N!" Skye called out before slipping into my room with me.

She flicked on the light as I flopped onto my bed with a satisfied sigh. Suddenly, something was tossed onto my face making me groan as I pulled them off. I realised they were pyjamas.

"Get changed. Now."

I sat up and saw Skye watching me with a stern expression. I couldn't help but smile to myself, giggling. She looked really cute when she pretended to be angry.

"Y/N," she warned.

"I'm not tired," I lied, standing up. I wanted any excuse to keep on talking to her.

"I don't care," she said with a shrug. "You're going to bed whether you like it or not."

"But I wanna talk to you," I whined like a child, before moving forward to grab her hand.

She let go and gently pushed me to the bed. "Don't be a baby, Y/N."

I hugged her quickly, smiling to myself. "Thank you for being here. And for coming with me tonight."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I'm serious," I said, pulling away and almost falling backwards, but she held me upright. "Thanks."

Her expression softened. "Unfortunately, that's what friends are for, Y/N. I wasn't gonna leave you."

I breathed out, momentarily startled by her sharp gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes, I always thought it. Somehow, she had the power to make me freeze up and forget everything I was thinking or going to say and I never knew why.

"I love you," I said truthfully, not caring what I was saying and too overcome with emotion to care.

She rolled her eyes, a smile of amusement dancing on her lips. "You gotta keep it down, Y/N."

I smiled widely. "But I do."

She gave me a knowing look. "I know you do. And I love you, too, but you have to get ready. Tomorrow morning is not gonna be kind to you."

"No, you don't get it, I really love you, Skye," I said, my mouth going dry as I stared at her with butterflies in my stomach.

"I know," she played along, patting me on the shoulder. "You done, idiot?"

"I'm in love with you," I blurted suddenly, smile disappearing. I stared at her, trying to ignore the blurriness in my vision. "I always have been."

Her smile seemed to fade when she realised how serious I had become. She licked her lips and shook her head slowly, lowering her hands.

"You don't know what you're saying, Y/N," she said quietly.

I grew distracted by her lips, barely acknowledging what was coming out of her mouth. "I do," I told her.

She didn't know what to say, and before I knew it, I had moved forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was something I'd wanted to do for so long and now that I was finally doing it, my shoulders felt lighter as if I wasn't carrying a huge secret on them anymore.

I closed my eyes and momentarily felt her kiss back, hands resting on my chest. It didn't last very long as she gently pushed me away, leaving me face to face with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I was sure I didn't look any different.

"You're drunk," she stated awkwardly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to come to terms with what I'd just done, what I'd just ruined. I stepped back and shook my head.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to come to terms with what I'd just done, what I'd just ruined. I stepped back and shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, Skye. I–"

"It's okay," she reassured me. "Please, let's just get you ready for bed, okay?"

I avoided her eyes as I nodded, feeling my heart ache with discomfort.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't remember much from the night before. At least not straight away. All I had to remind me of it was an insane headache that wouldn't go away and a rancid taste in my mouth. Thankfully, Skye caught me up with how drunk I was and how she had to stay with me to cover for me before she left me to shower and freshen up.

Unfortunately for me, showering and freshening up gave me enough time to remember parts of the night before, including the main bit where I kissed my best friend and expressed my feelings for her.

To say I was freaking out was an understatement. I couldn't believe I had done the very thing I had avoided for years. Seeing her at the breakfast table made me wonder why she hadn't mentioned it. Was she embarrassed? Did she want to pretend it never happened? Was she uncomfortable?

I wasn't sure whether to go along and pretend I couldn't remember it, or admit the truth and apologise profusely. In the end, I ended up doing the latter.

We were eating pancakes that she'd made with my mum as I spoke up.

"So, I, er, I'm kinda remembering some stuff from last night," I said awkwardly, glancing up at her.

She slowed down with her eating, avoiding my eyes. "You do?"

I nodded, looking back down to my food. "Yeah. Particularly the, well, I–"

"You don't have to say it," she assured me, and I looked up to see her watching me with a small smile.

"I'm really sorry," I got out with a deep breath. "I don't know why I did that. Or said those things. It was stupid."

"It was?"

"You should've left after that, but you didn't for some reason," I continued with a grimace of embarrassment. "We can totally pretend it didn't happen."

She chewed on the inside of her mouth as she nodded slowly in agreement. I nodded, too, eyes falling to my pancakes.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "And thank you for making sure I was okay. You're a really great friend."

She smiled at me with distracted eyes. "Anytime, Y/N."