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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART I

Han x reader. (s)

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Synopsis: You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,9k words)

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If you were in paradise with good company and had to resist sex, could you?

We found the hottest, horniest, commitment-phobic singles and gave them what they think is the most exotic and erotic summer of their lives.

Only to reveal that one thing is off the menu is sex.

At stake is a prize of $200,000 which will plummet if they get naughty. The question is, in a world without sex, will they form deeper and more meaningful connections?

Or will the temptation be too hot to handle?

"I'm here!" Han announces his arrival and shouts it toward the beach.

Instead of feeling nervous, he feels good to be the first one to enter the villa. At least this way, he wouldn't feel intimidated when he sees people who are more good-looking than him.

There's not much to do with no one to interact with, he grabs one of the cocktails served on the small round table and takes a sip.

He turns the other way, sipping his cocktail while looking at the beautiful view of the sea that goes as far as his eyes can see.

"Oh, it's so gorgeous here," he says with a delightful sigh.

Little did he know, that's not the only gorgeous thing he'll see today.

HAN: I'm charming 24/7, that's for sure [laughs] Girls often say they like my smile [brightly smiles] and I won't disagree with that [chuckles] I'm all about a good chat, I'm good listener. I gather pieces of information, I use them at the right time, and [makes shooting gesture] That's part of the secret.

Han has to squint his eyes against the blinding sunlight and see two girls coming his way. He sips his drink to fuel his confidence and prepares himself to make a good first impression.

"Wow. You girls look amazing!" Han says out of wonder, not hesitating to let his thoughts out.

He hates to see women objectively but it's hard not to. Not when they're dressed in something that leaves so little to the imagination.

"We can say the same about you," The taller one says, talking as if she's half moaning.

"I'm Mikaela," she introduces herself, not hesitating to pull him into a hug.

Mikaela has shiny dark hair, plump lips, and a height he doesn't have, yet it's not going to stop him from pursuing her.

But it's too early to settle down yet. He turns to the other girl who's more his height and gives her a quick hug.

"I'm Han," he introduces his name first.

"I'm Nya," she replies.

Nya's brown skin glows under the sun and when she smiles, she shows her perfect white teeth.

"Can we drink this?" She asks in a thick British accent.

Stunned by how attractive the girls are, Han forgets about making a good, first impression. He hurriedly hands the drinks over to the girls and proposes a toast.

They're clinking their glasses against each other and take a sip at the same time.

"So, Han, what is your type?" Mikaela asks.

It may seem like a harmless question but it's actually not, she wants him to choose between the two of them. He needs to be careful with what he says if he wants to please them.

"I don't really have a type... but uh... I like eyes, gorgeous eyes," he says.

They nod at you, not quite figuring out what he says by that. He comes up with something to amuse them both, "I like a gorgeous smile too and you both have that."

That works wonderfully as they're smiling and laughing at his answer.

"Cheers to that!" Mikaela says, clinking her glass with his.

"I think the three of us can do something while we wait for the others," Nya suggests an idea.

An idea that gives Han a glimpse of what her personality is. Don't get him wrong, he likes girls who know how to have fun, he just doesn't expect it coming from Nya.

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?" Han playfully dares her.

Nya sips her drink to avoid answering his question then breaks into a series of giggles.

Sadly, the threesome must end as the second male guest enters the villa.

Han would be lying if he said he was not the slightest bit intimidated. Not only he doesn't have his height, but he also doesn't have that Greek God-like body and facial hair that enhances his masculinity.

"How are you doing, man?" He asks Han who's gobsmacked by how tall he is as he stands next to him.

"Good, good," he answers, exchanging a quick hug with him.

He can see honey dripping from Nya's eyes as she looks at the new guy, "What is your name?"

"Rio," he answers.

"Where are you from, Rio?" Mikaela asks, holding her glass close to her lips.

"I'm from Brazil," he answers, taking a drink for himself.

Mikaela giggles even though there's nothing funny about what he says. She fixes her hair as she says, "Rio, you are so gorgeous."

It feels like Han has become invisible to everyone. He quietly sips his drink and tries not to despair. There are more to come and who knows? He'll find someone more suitable to him, more of his type.

Han has to be patient as two more male guests enter the villa, successfully making his confidence shrink.

He bursts into laughter as he's standing between Peyton and Finn like two gorgeous, white pillars of a Greek temple.

And as if that's not enough, the female guest who just entered is also tall.

"Fuck. I'm so small, it's a joke," he says, trying to lighten up his mood by making a fool out of himself.

The boys around him laugh at his joke and almost miss out on the new girl's introduction.

"I'm Sawyer," she says with a cute smile.

"So, Sawyer, what is your type?" Nya asks, going straight to the point.

Han stands up straight and funnily, the other guys are lining up so Sawyer can take a good look at them. He stands on his tiptoes to match the other's heights, earning good laughs from the girls.

"Well, let's say I'm looking more into their personality..." her answer gets cut off as the last male guest enters the scene.

He looks like a textbook bad boy with long, brown hair and tattoos on his body, he has that smoldering eyes that certainly does thing to the girls as he takes all of their attention away.

Confidently, he walks around introducing himself to the girls, kissing them on the cheeks, and keeps his introduction short by only telling his name, "Asher."

So far, no one has caught his eyes or struck his fancy, he doesn't find the sparks he usually gets when he sees someone he likes.

He can only hold onto the hope that he'll find what he's looking for on the last two female guests.

On the other hand, he can't help but expect disappointment and...

"Oh, they're too fit!" Sawyer cutely gasps.

Han glances up from his drink to see what she's fussing about and the boys are howling in reaction to girls walking into the villa.

HAN: Oh, we're so spoiled for choice [laughs]

It's kind of unfair that they make you enter the villa with someone as gorgeous as Avery.

Except for the dark brown, she looks like the Malibu Barbie. She has perfect skin, that hourglass body figure, and a nice smile. Meanwhile, you look like a long-forgotten, doodled-on Barbie with tattoos scattered across your body.

"Are you nervous?" She asks with an Australian accent.

She looks so cute as she nervously giggles, "Not really," you answer.

It's everyone there who should be nervous because they haven't seen her. You're not jealous, if anything, you want to date her for yourself.

"Should we hold hands?" She offers her hand to you.

You look around at the staff preparing your entrance to the villa, "I'm not sure..."

Your words are trailing off as the staff gives the cute for both of you to start walking into the villa.

To your surprise, you don't feel nervous at all. You feel excited to meet a lot more attractive people and can't wait to know them.

You turn your head and see Avery, looking not as nervous as she seemed to be earlier.

She looks gorgeous with the sun hits her eyes, showing off her beautiful green eyes with a tint of brown in the middle.

It's kind of expected that she's catching all the attention and the boys seem to be curious about Avery that they just can't take their eyes off of her.

"I'm Avery, hi," she introduces herself.

She makes eyes with everyone and Han returns the eye contact with a wide smile on his face.

"Do you fancy anyone, Avery?" Nya asks, being the one that leads the conversation again.

Avery looks at the boys with a smile dancing on her face, Sligh nodding when her eyes hover between Han and Asher.

"Yeah..." she answers then looks away to sip her drink.

"And how about you?" Nya asks.

Everyone turns their attention to you as you quietly grab a drink for yourself. You hold your drink in your hand as you answer, "Honestly, I fancy everyone here."

You look at Nya and continue talking, "I go both ways so bring 'em all in, I guess?" you say with a sly smirk.

Nya seems amused by your answer, "I like that, girl!" She says, clinking her glass with you after.

"Please, save some for us," Rio playfully says.

You nonchalantly shrug and say, "I don't mind sharing."

You secretly steal a few glances at the guy who's been eyeing Avery the second she came into the villa. He looks so cute and cute guys are your weaknesses.

YOU: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm— [holds up hand] that sounds so lame, let me do it again! [Laughs] Hey, what's up? It's your girl [blows kisses] I like to keep a low profile. When I see someone I like, I just give them the eyes and they'll get it [Winks] I have standards, of course. But at the end of the day, I have the worst criteria [laughs]

The girls are cheering in excitement as they're the first to enter the bedroom.

There are five beds and ten people in here which means everyone has to pair up. The options are still wide open even though he sees Avery sitting on the bed with Asher.

He's half-heartedly listening to the conversation happening in the room as everyone is asking each other about their profession.

He sits on the bed to engage in the conversation as Peyton just told everyone that he works as a model which explains his perfect figure.

"What about you?" Peyton turns to Avery.

She tips her head to the side and it's so adorable of her "Why don't you guess?"

"I think you model too," Finn guesses.

She surprisingly shakes her head, "No, I'm a singer," she says.

Han finds the opportunity to inject himself into the conversation.

"Oh, me too!" He says with such enthusiasm.

"Yeah?" Avery asks.

Han eagerly nods, especially now he has her attention, "What's your sign?"

"I'm a Pisces," she answers.

It's obvious that he can't match his star sign with hers but he won't let it get in his way, "My moon is in Pisces!" He says with a gasp.

"We have a lot of commons," he says, holding both his hands up for a double high-five with her.

"I think we should kiss," Han shamelessly adds.

Avery bursts into laughter hearing Han's proposition but to his surprise, she says, "Just a peck then."

She gets up from the bed and meets Han in the middle, their lips meet for a mere second until Avery breaks the kiss. There are various reactions from everyone but Han notices a few jealous eyes in a few of them. His way of flirting may seem random and a bit silly but hey, it works!

HAN: I'm feeling two or three of them but Avery... [whistles] Great body, great smile.

It seems like Han is not the only one who has the hots for Avery.

As he chats with Rio with his legs dipped in the swimming pool, he sees that Asher pulls her aside, talking on the wooden chair that overlooks the sea.

He turns at Rio and playfully asks, "What do you think he's saying?"

Rio lets out a chuckle and shrugs, "He's probably saying 'you're the most beautiful girl' and stuff like that," he replies.

Han chuckles at that as he keeps watching the two of them talking. He must admit that Asher wins on visual but it's not a guarantee that he'll be able to win her over with just his look.

Also, he already bagged a peck from Avery.

"How about you? Mikaela, huh?" Han says, guessing that Rio has his eyes on the beautiful, dark-haired girl.

Rio leans with his hands propped behind him and softly laughs, "She's got a banging, banging body," he says the word twice to emphasize how hot she is.

"I think I'll give it a shot, you know, and see what she's saying," Rio concludes.

Well, if he were Rio, he wouldn't worry about not getting a girl. He could only wish to have his sculpted body and he is indeed envious of him for it.

"Finn is going for Avery too," Rio informs.

"Yeah?" He asks with a painful laugh.

Rio laughs while brushing his dark curls to the back, "All I can say to you is best of luck," he says with a sly smile.

Well, the fact that he has competitions only means that Avery is that girl.

HAN: There's a competition going on for Avery [laughs] Well, I say let the games begin [rubs hands together]

This show is called Party in Paradise for a reason.

Everyone is so revved up and ready for the first party in the villa. The boys are already gathered at the beach, taking a glass of cocktail and making a toast.

"I saw my boy Peyton made his move earlier with Nya," Asher says.

"What?" Han asks in disbelief, completely clueless about it.

Peyton sips his drink with a bragging smirk plastered on his face, "It was nice, it was nice," he coyly responds to that.

"Are you trying to one me up or what?" Han jokes.

He swallows his drink before replying, "Something is going to happen tonight," he cryptically says.

Everyone raises their glasses in the air for another toast and Han wants to keep his focus sharp so he's only taking little sips of it.

Not long after, the girls are coming and dressed stunningly, carefully walking down the steps that lead to the beach. All of them look beautiful in their own way but Avery is exceptionally gorgeous to him.

HAN: I need to make a move on Avery. I need to make a progress.

The first round of drinks has been drained and everyone moved on to the next round right away. Music is blasting, sending everyone to start moving their bodies to the upbeat music.

Everyone is having fun and getting to know each other with every sip of drink, dancing with each other, not caring that the cameras are filming everything.

You've been instructed to take the lead on the first quest since everyone will take their turn anyway, you've been briefed on everything about the first quest.

When the music abruptly stops, you take it as your cue to take control of the show.

"You guys, I've been tasked to lead the first quest and..." you look at them to build anticipation.

"Don't worry, it's a fun quest!" You assure them, allowing them to stay loosen up.

You grab an eye mask that has been prepared by the staff and show it to everyone, "Each one of you will take turns to stand here," you pointed to the marked spot with a foam mat.

"And you'll put this on," you show them the eye mask again.

You take a few seconds of pause before letting them know the most fun part of it, "And any of you can come to kiss, lick, taste, bite, anything..."

You look at them and emphasize the word again, "Anything!"

Everyone is cheering in reaction, given the chance to do whatever they want to the person they fancy. You can expect a lot of lips locking and fondling in a few minutes.

"Don't get excited yet!" You put a halt to the pheromones you're spreading through your words.

You slyly smile, enjoying the little piece of authority you have over the show.

"The quest is, you have to guess who does what to you and whoever with the most correct answers," you turn around to show them the mysterious box behind you.

You step aside so everyone can look, "You'll get to open the mystery box!"

That earns a wave of applause from them, gets them wondering what's inside the box, and is determined to win the quest.

"Sadly, I don't know what's inside the box," you hurriedly tell them before they get suspicious that you know more than them.

You look around to spot any exciting person to kickstart the game. You notice that Mikaela seems eager to get something out of Rio.

"Mikaela, will you do the honor to be the first?"

She smiles brightly and confidently steps forward, squealing in excitement. You help put the eye mask on without ruining her styled hair and take a step back.

"You ready?" You ask her.

She wriggles her body, "I'm ready!"

Don't want to waste the chance, you steal a quick peck on her lips and earn a surprise gasp from some people.

"That's you!" Mikaela easily guesses.

You walk back to your seat while laughing and see that Rio is also taking his turn after you.

YOU: I got my make-up on, I did my hair and I'm... going to get a kiss from everyone [laughs]

Peyton stirs a little chaos as he kisses Sawyer and it's not hard to see a displease look on Nya's face after, probably for the rest of the night too.

The time finally comes to Avery's turn. She carefully covers her eyes with the eye mask and with a smile, she makes gestures with her hands.

"Come and get it," she says, swinging her hips side to side.

Han wastes not another second to sprint to her and lands the first kiss on her lips. He gives everything he has to offer, kissing her with the skill he honed from years of experience and putting all of himself into this one kiss.

A kiss that he hoped would be enough to enchant her and put her under his spell.

Han slowly pulls away as his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, gasping as he looks at Avery's face.

"We share another common thing," he says.

"Huh? What?" Avery asks, still disoriented from the kiss.

"We're both great kissers," he answers.

Avery covers her mouth as she breaks into laughter and as soon as Han leaves his spot, Finn takes his turn to kiss her and he has to watch it.

"Oh, this is mad!" Rio comments while elbowing his sides next to him.

And right after that, Asher takes the next turn and kisses Avery, getting mixed reactions from everyone. That's probably because she gets the most kisses so far.

Avery takes off her eye mask and wipes her lips, trying to clean her smudged lipstick.

"Can you guess, Avery baby?" Nya asks.

She looks in his direction to get any clues on the person who kissed her.

"The first kiss is you," she easily guesses, using both hands to point at him.

Han is inexplicably proud of her for guessing right, he believes the peck helped her to identify his kiss.

"The second one is... uhm..." she bites her finger as she thinks.

She then scrunches her nose and doing it so adorably, "I think it's Finn?"

"And the last one?" You ask.

"That's Asher," she shortly answers, not having the slightest doubt in it.

Han looks at Asher who is nodding along, feeling cocky that Avery recognized his kiss. It seems like the competition has started for real.

HAN: The competition is... real mad! [laughs]

It's his turn now.

Han drains his drink that he's been sipping little by little and he needs every drop of courage to ready himself for it. When he looks at the other boys, they seem to have it easy because they're undeniably attractive and he feels slightly scared that the other will treat him differently because he's less attractive than the other.

Well, he should mainly focus on the keyword: attractive.

Han is attractive nonetheless.

The layer of anxiety is safely hidden behind his playful smirk as he takes his stand and covers his eyes with the eye mask. He licks his lips and slyly smiles as he says, "Come on! Daddy's home!"

Even though the possibility is close to zero percent, he badly wishes that he could get a kiss from Avery. He laughs as he remembers that he shouldn't take this too seriously, he's here to have fun, it's Party in Paradise.

He can hear the girls giggling and the boys cooing, he takes that as a sign that someone is approaching him. He swallows air as his heart is pitter-pattering and his chest filled with anticipation.

He's seen the other boys take their turn and everyone at least gets a smooch so he stands there expecting one as well.

Instead of that, he feels a kiss on his neck. He shouldn't feel disappointed but he can't help it. He focuses on trying to guess who it is.

Before getting his answer, he hears everyone cooing again and a few light claps.

He anticipates it and this time he believes that he'll get a kiss on the lips.

He indeed gets a kiss but not from one. He feels two pairs of lips kissing him at once and he doesn't mind it at all. It surprises him that he can only let them kiss him.

It's incredibly soft and warm, a little wet. He feels a few licks in here and there.

Too bad that he can't see it but it makes him visualize it in his head, him making out with these two girls, and fuck, it's so hot it gets him so horny.

He doesn't want to guess anymore, he keeps wanting to kiss them because they're both good at it, they know how to use their tongues, and makes him feel a bit lightheaded.

Someone pulls away first and he can hear her softly gasping while the other is still kissing him, taking a bit of his lower lip before letting it go.

Han hears another series of giggles but the sounds are fading, the girls are probably walking back to their seats. He takes a minute to compose himself, then takes off his eye mask.

The first thing he does to get his vision back is look at girls to scan any guilty faces. He can easily guess the one who kisses his neck.

"The one who kissed my neck is..." he points his finger at Sawyer and she reacts with blushed cheeks and a shy laugh, which proves that he's right.

This is where it gets tricky, he was enjoying every bit of that sexy makeout to try to guess who are they. He looks at the girls and they're giving him vague signs.

Sawyer is out of options and he knows Mikaela has no interest in him. That leaves you, Nya, and Avery.

As much as he wants to believe that it's Avery, he doesn't want to make it obvious to her. So he settles on you and Nya.

"Nah, you're wrong," Nya tells him.

His eyes widen in shock and he doesn't want to get over his head but is it possible that one of them is Avery?

He walks back to his seat with a dreading curiosity, "Who was it?"

Rio playfully punches his arm, "It's those girls!"

His eyes follow the direction of Rio's hand and he's even more surprised to know that he's right.

It's you and Avery.

HAN: I don't know what else to say [shrugs] I made out with the two hottest girls in the villa [smirks]

Not trying to compete with the other three boys but you're sure that the last person that kissed you is Avery.

"I know it's you," you point at her.

Avery may look like an angel, she walks and talks like an angel but she has the devil inside of her. You know that she's just like you, she's all about the vibe and having fun. You believe you would be good friends with her.

"I would be sad if you guessed it wrong," she says.

"I know," you coyly answer.

The game ends with you and it's time to announce the winner of the quest. It's an easy call because the one with the most correct guesses is none other than Avery.

"Come up here!" You order.

She gets up from her chair and walks up to you, leading her to the mystery box as she's the winner which earned her the chance to be the one opening it.

"I've been told that the content of this box will truly change this trip into an experience you won't forget," you inform everyone.

Avery gives you a nervous look as she grips the handle on the lid of the box.

"Are guys ready?" You ask everyone to keep the tension.

"Yeah!" They answer in unison.

You look at Avery and nod, "There's no turning back once you open it!"

You jokingly say that to scare her before walking back to your seat and joining everyone else as anticipation mounts in each passing second.

Avery looks at everyone and squints her eyes, "Count with me, please!"

Everyone agrees to start counting down together, "3..."

Avery decides to stand behind the box and holds the handle of the box again.

"2..."

You wonder what's inside the box, it looks small from where you're sitting but you have seen it up close, it could fit anything and it could be anything inside.

"1..."

Avery closes her eyes as she lifts the lid and the box unfolds on every side, exposing the content to everyone's watching.

You don't want to believe what you're seeing but then it chimes.

"Oh... fuck!" You curse out loud and you're not the only one doing so.

YOU: Are you joking?

"What is it?" Avery asks as she hasn't opened her eyes yet.

She then puts the lid away and sees what everyone is seeing, the cone that lights up in purple-hued colors.

"What is that?" She cluelessly asks.

"That's Lana!" Nya screams with a strained voice.

"That's fucking Lana!" She says again with a doomed expression.

Avery's eyes widen in horror and she drags herself back to sit, wedging herself between you and Mikaela.

You guess everyone is just in shock about the sudden turn of events and that everyone is trapped in her show. You hate that you know what's coming for you.

"This is Too Hot To Handle," Lana announces, telling everyone that she is running this show from the very beginning.

"You have been specially selected because you are all choosing meaningless sex over genuine relationships."

"Guilty!" Asher says with a hand raised like he's in a classroom.

"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper emotional connections in your personal relationships."

Avery drops her head on your shoulder and grumbles, "I don't want that, Lana."

You put your hand around her, feeling what she's feeling: betrayal and devastation.

"As always, there are conditions to your stay here. You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay."

You close your eyes and try to take the first bitter pill, swallowing it dry, and pushing it as far down as you can.

"Are you jok—" Mikaela can't even finish her sentence.

"No kissing."

"What?" Avery gasps in disbelief.

"No heavy petting."

Mikaela sighs, running her hand to her hair and ruining her hairstyle altogether.

"And no sex of any kind."

That earns a lot of gasp from everyone and there goes down the biggest, most bitter pill you have to take.

"This also applies to self-gratification."

Mikaela sighs again while Nya squeals in both pain and amusement.

"What does it mean?" Sawyer innocently asks.

"You can't masturbate, babe," Avery answers her question with a pout.

"At all?" She asks again to confirm her fear.

So they threw a bunch of hot people into a villa and tricked them into thinking that they would be partying and having fun only to reveal that they're not allowed to have any physical contact? What in the 21st century way of torture is this?

YOU: There goes my plan to kiss everyone... I was planning to get a taste here and there and now it's like... No [sighs]

"As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $200,000."

Everyone's eyes turn green at the mention of money and the amount of it, also at the promise that they can win it.

"I'm a college student. I need that!" Finn comments from the end of the bench.

"Each time the rules are broken, money will be deducted from the prize fund."

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy to win that much money and now it looks like everyone would be leaving with nothing.

But with the rules are set and the prize is announced, the game gets serious now.

"Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer," Lana finishes with the gloom casting on those words.

"Everyone gets ready now 'cause it's not Party in Paradise anymore," Nya reminds everyone with the harsh truth.

"It's hell now," Mikaela eggs in.

Han personally thinks this is worse than hell. Because at least in hell, he'd be allowed to get horny.

HAN: $200,000... That's a lot of money... to spend [smirks]

"Please, can we not?"

The last thing you want to hear is everyone complaining about the rules again and it's only dragging you down more than you allowed it to.

"I'm just upset..." Mikaela says as she takes off her earrings and puts them into a jewelry box.

"I know," you sigh, tossing your shoes into the bottom shelf of your closet.

It takes you a long time to get ready for bed but it's most likely because the girls are chatting and you can't help but join in. Trying to keep yourself away from sex is hard but being able to talk about it is what makes it bearable.

You and Avery walk to the bedroom with arms linked, you just know you'll be friends by how you identify a few traits of yours in her.

The boys are already taking their territory except for Finn, you know he's still in the dresser room. You're fine sharing a bed with anyone but you try not to make drama by getting on a bed with someone's person of interest.

Since Avery is the hot commodity, you make her choose where she'll sleep tonight.

"So, Avery, what's the bed situation?" You ask her.

A few pairs of ears perk up hearing the question and you notice that the three men competing are watching as Avery is making a decision.

She walks up to the bed in the middle, "I'll sleep here."

Asher triumphantly smiles as Avery climbs onto his bed and gets under the cover next to him.

Now that she has settled on a man, you can choose your bed partner at ease. Rio is off-limits unless you want to face Mikaela's wrath and Peyton is also out of the question, you don't want to mess with Nya.

You walk over to Han's bed and you kind of like the vibe he's giving you, you know he's into Avery but it's not like he has much of options, it's either you and Sawyer.

"Want to share a bed?" You ask.

Han glances at you and without answering, makes a space on the bed for you. He seems to take an interest in the tattoos inked your body and he notices that you're watching.

"How many tattoos do you have?" He asks.

You lean against the pillow stacked behind you, "Uhm... I never counted," you reply.

It's amusing to see the wonder in his eyes as he's looking at your tattoos, making you feel like teasing him.

"How about I get naked and you can count my tattoos for me?"

He blinks his eyes at you, "I can promise you I'll do well at that," he says.

You chuckle at his witty answer and outstretched your arms to showcase the small tattoos on both of your arms.

He turns on the bed to lay on his side facing you, "Which one is your favorite?"

You take a few seconds to think of an answer, "I think it's the one on my spine."

You take all of your hair to one shoulder before turning your back at him, to show him the tattoo you're talking about.

His finger pulls down the silk camisole you're wearing so he can take a better look at it.

"Yeah, that's nice," he agrees with you.

You lean back on your pillow again and look at him, "How about you? Do you have any favorite yet?" You playfully ask.

He slyly smiles even before he begins talking, "Well, I believe there are tattoos that I have not yet seen," he says with one eyebrow slightly raised higher than the other.

Han knows how to amuse you, he's attractive in a different way than the other guys. It makes you want to tease him more.

"You mean like this one?" You lift the front of your camisole to show him the tattoo you have under your left breast.

He almost chokes on air as he breaks into laughter, "That could be my favorite," he says.

You nod and laugh along with him, "I'll show you more but I'm afraid we have to wait for third base," you jokingly say.

That amuses him so much, he collapses on his side of the bed and covers his eyes as he laughs. He has that laugh that only enhances the hilarity and you can't help to laugh along.

YOU: Han is cute, yeah, I think we'll get on well.

The lights are on and Han would still be sleeping if you didn't shift on the bed to take your water tumbler from the bedside table.

As everyone is slowly getting up and dragging themselves out of slumber, Lana's chime startles everyone.

"Oh, it wasn't a dream," Nya groans from the next bed to his.

Yeah, right, Han forgot about the sex ban until that cone lights up on top of the small glass table in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, everyone!" Lana greets.

Han props a pillow behind his head and you take his arm out so you can rest your head on it.

"Morning, hon!" You sleepily reply.

"I'd like to remind you that you're in a retreat but I do hope you enjoy your summer of sun, sea, and no sex," Lana concludes her morning greeting, leaving everyone with the awakening truth that they're not allowed to touch each other.

Han looks over to Avery's bed and wonders how is he going to make a move on her with Lana cockblocking him?

"Right. I'm going back to sleep," you grumble, closing your eyes and nuzzling your head in his neck.

Han slips his hand in your hair, playing with it as he's listening to the talk happening in the room.

"Is anyone still pissed off?" Nya asks everyone how they feel.

Peyton is the first one to raise his hand and Mikaela adds her opinion on the matter, "I think it's impossible to connect with someone without touching them, don't you think?"

Han is too busy thinking of his game plan now that the competition is getting tough and Asher is a point ahead of him.

"I think we need to tell each other if someone is—" Sawyer's words got cut off by Asher.

"At the end of the day, just don't lie," Asher remarks.

Han turns his head to the side only to bury his nose in your hair, catching the scent of your shampoo.

"Your hair smells so good," he says to you.

You hum with your eyes still closed and splayed your hand on his chest, "And you have nice pecs."

You both softly laugh at the compliments you give each other.

Last night, you both fell asleep after having a chat about random things, getting to know each other with jokes slipped in between.

Han must say that he likes you, you're fun to be around and you don't take things seriously. But then again, his eyes are on Avery.

HAN: I woke up next to her and it was great, I like her but... I like Avery more.

After taking a quick dip in the beach, you're walking past the boys who are working out on the way back to the villa.

"Looking good wet," Asher teases you with a lopsided grin on his face.

Too bad you're immune to sweet nothings like that, you flash him a smile and keep climbing the stairs back to the villa.

The other girls are already done with their make-up and leaving the dressing room empty, allowing you to get ready in peace.

In the middle of doing your hair, Nya enters the room and takes a seat next to you.

"What's up, hottie?" You ask while looking in the mirror to make sure you don't burn your scalp with the straightening iron.

Nya grabs her make-up pouch from the other side of the vanity table and takes out a brush. She seems to have something to say to you but hesitates to tell you.

After a while, she finally confesses, "Peyton and I, we kissed last night."

You're more shocked by the fact that she shares this with you rather than the kiss itself. They're horny for each other, it's only about time that they rule break.

You softly chuckle and gently comb your hair with your fingers, "How many times?"

"Just once," she answers while applying makeup on her cheeks.

"I'm impressed!" You playfully respond.

Nya chuckles at that and swivels her chair to face you, "What do you think? Is it three grand? For a kiss?" She asks with a nervous smile.

You put down the straightening iron and lean back on your chair, "I think so, yeah."

Nya takes lipstick out of her pouch next, "I didn't give a fuck at that moment," she says.

From your observation, Nya indeed doesn't give a fuck about the rules. She broke them hours after Lana put on the sex ban and you believe she wouldn't stop there.

"You saw how he kissed me last night during the game and I was a bit horny that we're sharing the bed..." she stops talking as she breaks into breathless chuckles.

"So, Peyton, huh?"

"Well, yeah, once I set my eyes on someone, I will get them," Nya remarks, affirming her strong personality.

"Sorry not sorry, Sawyer," she adds and couldn't care less about anyone else.

Which reminds you to never get on her bad side. You continue styling your hair while keeping the conversation going.

"Yeah, I think you guys are so cute," you comment even though you're not sure that Peyton will make a loyal partner considering that he kissed another girl right in front of her.

"What about you? How are you feeling?" She asks.

This is a dating show and you're well aware that you should get a partner to make this work but no one really tugs at your heartstrings.

Well, there is Han but he's certainly not available to you.

"I came to meet people and have fun, that's what I'm here for," you settle on a simple answer because you have no idea what you can do without a partner in this show.

"Yeah, yeah," Nya half-heartedly responds, "but who are you feeling?"

You must take another pause on doing your hair, "I like Han, he's cute. I like cute guys," you honestly answer.

Nya smiles listening to you talking, "He is. He is cute."

"But I think he's into Avery," you add, not letting her encourage you to pursue him.

Nya nods, getting the gist of it since it's obvious that Avery is the most popular girl in the retreat. She swipes her full lips with nude-colored lipstick and smacks her lips together.

"Once they know about the kiss, we're going to get hated," Nya once again worries about what would happen when Lana announces the infraction they've done last night.

"I think you should just... own up to it," you suggest.

Honest is the best policy and also, you think people will be less upset if they admit their mistake right away.

YOU: Knowing that someone already broke the rules. It's only about time that someone else starts doing it too.

Han has just come out of the shower when Lana calls everyone to the cabana.

He combs his wet hair fast and walks with Finn to where everyone has gathered, sitting on the curved sofa facing the cone-shaped lady.

He squeezes himself between you and Sawyer, putting his arm on the headrest of the sofa as he waits for Lana to come online.

You look over your shoulder at him, "You smell nice."

"I showered," he simply answers with a sly grin on his face.

"That changes everything," you joke, then rest your head on his shoulder,

The cone lights up followed by the melodic chime that he should get used to hearing it. There must be a reason why everyone is called to the cabana, someone must have done something.

"Hello, everyone!" Lana begins.

"Hey, Lana," he replies, suddenly feeling nervous even though he hasn't done anything yet.

"The rules of my retreat have already been broken."

Everyone collectively gasps at that announcement and this is where they get suspicious of each other.

"Oh, no..." Sawyer sighs.

Finn sits on the edge of the sofa and clasps his hands together in front of him, "Anybody wants to come clean?" He asks.

Han gets the feeling that Finn would play the good cop here and he also senses that you know something, "Did we kiss in our sleep or what?"

"If that's the case, I wouldn't stop at kissing," you joke back at him with a gentle slap on his forearm.

Unexpectedly, what you said makes him flutter inside, he almost forgot that someone broke the rules and possibly, it involves Avery.

"I'm so confused," Sawyer says as if it's a math problem that she needs to solve.

No one wants to come forward and it creates animosity in the air. He doesn't like what this leads to, he hopes that someone comes forward so things won't get ugly.

"Who's guilty?" He throws the question in with his eyes uneasily glancing in Avery's direction.

"I thought we were going to be truthful with each other," Finn reminds everyone about the unwritten rules they made this morning.

The calm on Nya's face shatters as Rio says, "You're looking real guilty right now, Nya."

"Yeah, okay, it was me," she finally confesses.

Nya tips her head to the side then looks at Peyton, "Peyton and I kissed."

Han glares at Peyton, he expects that at least he would man up and own up to it. But Han feels a relief knowing that it wasn't Avery.

"This breach of rules has cost the group $3,000," Lana announces.

Oh? Three thousand dollars? For a kiss? That's a surprise but still, he would spend that much for a kiss with Avery.

"The prize fund now stands at $197,000," Lana updates.

"I'm so vexed, you know," Finn says, being the only one who is genuinely upset about losing money.

While the others... the others seem to have waited for someone to break the wave so they can start to rule break too.

And that includes him.

HAN: Best believe if anybody is going to rule break next, it's me [cackles]

"Hello, I'm Josh and I'm a professional tantric practitioner," the instructor for today's workshop introduces himself.

Your eyebrow raises in intrigue at the mention of the word 'tantric' and how it would help everyone to not think about sex.

"Tantric? What is that?" Sawyer naively asks next to you.

"Just listen to the instructor," you tell her with a pat on her shoulder.

"Usually, when we relate to other people, everything is fast, right?" Josh says.

You nod in agreement while shielding your eyes from the bright sun.

"Someone touches you, you touch them back. You kiss this person, they kiss you back but we don't feel it," he eloquently explains while walking around and making eye contact with everyone.

"That's what this workshop is for. For you to learn how to feel your body," he further explains.

He walks back to the middle and looks at everyone, "Pleasure is not in the other. Pleasure is in yourself."

Then Josh orders everyone to gather in the middle as he explains what we're going to do next. He holds a tray full of blindfolds for everyone.

"Usually, people relate tantra to sexuality. But that's just a really small part. Every aspect of you can benefit from increased awareness," Josh informs.

He then offers the tray to Asher who stands close to him, ordering him to get one.

"So we're going to broaden the awareness of our vision, of our breathing, our sounds, our movements..."

You put the blindfold on and tie it around your head, putting you in total blindness.

"We put the blindfolds on so the experience can just be your experience," he concludes before starting the session.

Josh instructs everyone to move their bodies, walk around, and eventually bump into each other's bodies. You get goosebumps when your body crashes with someone, you can feel their heat and feel them skin-to-skin.

Then Josh orders everyone to take a step back and blindly, get a partner to do the next session.

You catch the person that you inexplicably guess is standing in front of you and holding him.

"Oh, I found one!" You reflexively say.

Your partner chuckles at that and from the laugh, you can tell who it is.

"Got you," you tell him with a grin.

"Okay, now, breathe..." Josh instructed, "Breathe her in. Breathe him in."

You slip your hands under and around his waist while he places his hands on your back, also holding you back.

You lean your head forward and meet his head in the middle, ending up putting our heads together. This way you can feel his breath on you and every subtle sound he makes.

"It's time to reveal who your partner was," Josh finally allows everyone to take their blindfolds off.

You untie it on the back of your head and burst into laughs the moment your eyes meet.

YOU: I just can tell who it is the moment we touch [laughs]

"These emotional processes happen but they can only be experienced if you're present."

Now that everyone has partnered up, each pair takes a seat on the mat and sits facing each other. As Han puts his legs on each side of you, you decide to put your legs over his.

"You can get back to your connection through the eyes," Josh continues.

You both can't stop laughing at each other and the longer you maintain eye contact with him, the more you can't stop yourself from laughing.

"Don't lose her. Don't lose him."

"I think it would be better if we close our eyes," you suggest, holding his hands in substitute of that and pressing your heads together.

"Tantra is a way of connecting with your essence. With your feelings."

And you focus on doing what Josh told you to do, focusing on your breathing to be able to intensely feel things with your senses.

"Deep breathe, not deep penetration," Han reminds you.

Once again, you fail to keep your composure and break into a wave of laughter.

"Now, lie down. It's time for you to feel your whole body vibration."

You both lie down facing against each other with your legs still around him and he places his hand on your shin, softly rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"One must learn to connect deeply with oneself. That's tantra. A way through which you can truly connect with yourself."

Maybe because you let yourself open to it, you can feel that connection, it's as if your body is one with earth. You can feel the ground beneath, you can hear the waves crashing and the warmth of the afternoon sun on your skin.

"Now you can sit up," Josh orders.

You slowly open your eyes and sit up, meeting Han's eyes again but this time, you smile at him.

"That was good," you mutter to him.

"Right?" He agrees with you.

You rest your head on his shoulder and continue to sit close facing each other, feeling each other's bodies in a whole new way.

Josh finishes the workshop with one last instruction: a group hug.

YOU: I think I learned how to get to know myself better and to not hold in what I really feel [smiles]

"You all look so sexy!"

You compliment everyone who's getting ready in the dressing room while searching for someone. Avery gleefully smiles at your compliment.

"You look good in those sexy jeans!"

It sounds like she's making fun of it and you look down to check if you look okay in what you're wearing, "Am I underdressed?"

"No. Your butt looks cute in it," Avery assures you with a playful slap on your clothed ass.

To make room for everyone else who hasn't gotten ready yet, you move to the bedroom and find the one you're looking for. Han is sitting on the bed already dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt with the top three buttons left open.

After the workshop, you feel somehow closer to him and you get along really well, you wonder if it could be more.

"Hiya, sexy!" You greet him.

Han glances up and pats the space on the bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Good. You?" You ask back while sitting down and propping a hand against the bed.

"I'm good, thanks," he answers with a smile.

There's no one else in the bedroom and you take it as an opportunity to ask him about something.

"So, where's your head at?" You ask.

Han puts his hand under his head and simply says, "It's right here."

You chuckle and tip your head to the side, "I mean... who do you like in here?"

He takes a moment to take a deep breath and you guess picking his words carefully before answering you, "I think I get on really well with you," he begins.

And it's good to know that he feels the same way about it.

"But I'm more attracted to Avery," he adds, not even hesitating to tell you about it.

Well, it's also good to know that he can openly and comfortably share things with you.

"Yeah," you say, expecting that answer already.

Yet you can't quite hide your disappointment, you look away and pretend to fix your hair. That's just him basically saying that you have a great personality but that's not enough to attract him.

"As you know the three of us are pursuing Avery and we don't know which one she likes..." he says while rubbing his chin.

Instead of being salty about it, you decide to be a friend to him and give him your opinion.

"I think if you like someone, you go for it. There's no time to waste, just go and get it," you encourage while mindlessly running your hand on the bedsheet.

"Yeah," Han's head bobbing in agreement.

"You should talk to Avery and see how she feels about you," you add.

It is obvious that Han likes Avery but he's playing the cool guy trick by thinking that he'll win her over by acting like he doesn't care.

YOU: Oh, well... [awkwardly chuckles] I kind of expected that answer.

After the workshop, Han realizes that you and he bounce off each other, you're tuned in to the same wave and he agrees that it has the potential to be something more than that.

However, Han feels like he should keep pursuing Avery. Mostly because he's attracted to her, almost magnetic, and the fact that he has competition makes him want her more.

He gets out of the bedroom after knowing that Avery is no longer in the dressing room.

Turns out, Finn is already making his move on her. He sees them talking in the firepit and having a laugh, but he can't hear what they're talking about. Finn shortly leaves after kissing her on the hand.

So he's playing the romantic guy, Han reckons.

Avery once said that he likes bad boys and so he'll be it. Bad boys don't make it obvious that he likes her, they wait until they come around.

So Han decides that should be his game plan, sitting on the sofa and you know, waiting for Avery to come around.

HAN: I'm not worried about Asher so my game plan is to play it cool and see where it goes. She'll come to the right man... eventually [laughs]

After hours of no significant result, Han walks back inside to get a new place to hang out.

He decides to go to the bedroom, pushing the door with both hands only to walk into Asher and Avery cuddling on the bed.

Now he sees the flaw in his game plan, he slowly walks back out of the room as everything backfired to him.

When it's time for bed, he couldn't be happier.

Han dives into his pillow and takes a deep breath, blowing some steam off.

A moment later, he feels the bed quaking as you get on and playfully, put your body on top of him.

"We're like the twin bar ice cream," He grumbles as your body presses onto him.

His body shakes along with yours as you're laughing on top of him, then rolling yourself to the side and onto the bed next to him.

"How was your night?" You ask, playing with his dark hair.

"Average," he shortly answers.

"I'm asking about your night, not your genital size," you joke.

He chuckles before answering, "Then it's below average."

If there's anyone that makes this retreat bearable to him then it's you. He can share everything with you and what he likes the most about it is that he can seek comfort from you too.

Han scoots closer and puts his hand across your chest which you nicely welcomed. You're caressing his forearm with only your fingertips and it's relaxing him.

When the lights are out, you pull his arm and put it around you as you lie on your side with your back against his chest.

"Goodnight," you murmur.

He hesitates but with his mouth pressed close to you, he decides to kiss you on the top of your head.

"Goodnight," he murmurs back, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck.

HAN: I guess nice guys do finish last [laughs]

The bathroom is pretty much occupied by the two tall lovebirds, Rio and Mikaela.

You almost walk in on them applying sunblock on each other's bodies and slowly, walking back out of there. Stepping into the dressing room, you find Nya there with Avery who's busy putting her hair into a ponytail.

"Hello, babes," you greet them as you take a seat in your usual spot and decide to put on your sunscreen there when you usually put it on in the bathroom because it can get messy.

Mikaela joins in not long after and sits next to you, fixing her hair with a brush.

"Has anything been going on late at night?" Nya asks her since Mikaela and Rio turned up to their bed late last night.

"We held off pretty well, I guess," Mikaela answers with her half-moaning voice.

"Yeah, but has he been getting hard?" Nya asks again, being nosy as she is.

"We're pretty close," Mikaela answers with a cryptic smile.

You look at her with a dollop of sunscreen on your cheek, "Pretty close? What's that even mean?" You tease.

Before Mikaela can answer that, Lana butts in with her familiar chime, and everyone's heads turn to the cone sitting on the shelf.

"Uh-oh!" You gasp in surprise and awkwardly continue dabbing your cheeks with sunscreen.

"Girls," Lana calls out to everyone in the dressing room.

"Yeah?" Nya replies with a shocked smile.

"Please gather everyone in the bedroom," Lana orders.

You sense that Mikaela did something last night from the horror drawn on her face with her round eyes widening in slight shock.

Nya gets up from her chair but you haven't finished with your sunscreen yet.

"I'll catch up," you tell her.

You put on a sheer top over your bikini before heading to the bedroom and see that everyone is already there including Han.

He holds his hand out for you to take, gesturing for you to sit close to him at the end of your shared bed.

YOU: This can't be good news [scrunches nose]

Other than Mikaela, you notice another pair of guilty faces. No surprise if Nya broke another rule but also, you kind of guessed that Avery did something too, she keeps shaking her leg uncomfortably.

Lana chimes and the tension is already rising in the room.

"There have been breaches of the rules," Lana goes straight to business.

"Breaches?" Finn focuses on the plural terms that could tell how much money he'll be losing today.

As someone without a partner, you can relax since no one will be suspicious of you. You put your legs over Han's and rest your hand on his shoulder.

Heads are turning against each other but no one is saying anything.

"Mmh..." Avery lets out a low sigh.

You bet she did something and if yes, who did she do it with? You look at Han and wonder if he did what you told him to just go and get her.

"I'll be honest with you guys..." Asher speaks up.

There goes your answer. Avery did kiss but it's with Asher and you don't know why you feel some sort of relief on knowing it.

"I definitely lost some money last night," he pauses to scratch his head, "I pulled Avery aside and kissed her."

Avery shyly smiles and sputters her apology, "I'm–I am sorry, you guys."

Your eyes silently shift at Han and notice that he's not pleased to hear his love interest got kissed by someone else.

"This is what I wanted and I felt a genuine connection there," Asher adds.

What a way to prove that he wants to delve further into this relationship but Avery doesn't seem to be happy to hear his man declare that she is what he wanted.

"So sorry, guys," Asher concludes.

It would be stupid of you to hope that that's the only kiss that happened last night.

"There was another breach of the rules," Lana says again and she won't stop until everyone comes clean.

You look at Nya and she's not looking at anyone. Peyton seems to have decided to keep denying it and staying quiet about it.

Mikaela sighs then closes her eyes, "Why don't you tell them, Rio," she says to the man next to her.

Rio licks his lips and opens his mouth, but words do not come out of it until a minute later.

"We kissed a couple of times last night," Rio confesses and pinches the bridge of his nose after.

"A couple?" Finn asks for confirmation.

You guess what he needs to know is how many kisses in numbers.

"Five times," Rio answers.

"Oh, my gosh!" Avery sighs while rubbing her temple.

That makes you sweat a little and you take your hand off of Han's shoulder to fiddle with the strap of your bikini, also because you sense that Han gets tensed beside you.

"I mean, I can tolerate one or two kisses but five?" You confront them and keep your tone calm to not trigger anyone.

It's not a genuine connection if you needed five kisses to convince you that you're emotionally connected so yeah, you doubt that Rio and Mikaela have it.

"If you had that genuine connection, what would you do?" Rio says in his defense.

"I don't know, maybe try a bit harder?" Han finally lets out an opinion with an insinuating tone, driven by the slight anger he gets from Avery and Asher's kiss.

"That's just a waste of money," Finn mutters from his bed and a deep sigh.

"Is that all, Lana?" You ask, wanting to get it over with.

"There was another breach of the rules," Lana shares.

You don't even hold yourself back from groaning and rolling your eyes. You didn't plan to get this mad but hearing these people kissing and spending money recklessly ticked you off.

"We'll have no money," Finn mutters again and collapses onto the bed.

"Why are you smiling, Peyton?" Asher asks.

Peyton is indeed smiling and looking calm for a guilty man, "I kissed Nya last night."

Sawyer raises her hand like she's in a classroom but that works to get everyone's attention, "Wait, I'm a little confused about it because you said you were going to pursue things with me," she drops a truth bomb out of nowhere.

Nya turns Peyton around to force him to look at her, "You said to me that you wanted me, not her," she spoils more rotten truth.

This whole thing turns into a she said, he said situation and you can only watch them, going back and forth, pointing fingers at each other.

"I hate being lied to," Sawyer mutters.

Peyton rubs his chin and concludes, "I never lied to you," he says to Sawyer.

Then he turns to Nya and tells her the same thing, "And I never lied to you."

Can't help it, you let out a stifled laugh because Peyton not only digging his own grave but also putting nails on his coffin.

The ones that benefited from this are Rio and Mikaela, the love triangle mess is taking the heat off of them.

"It's obviously not working," Nya ends things for good.

Thankfully, Lana takes control of the situation to deliver the bills.

"All of these rule breaks have made me decide to implement a stricter regime. The fines will now be doubled starting with these rule breaks."

Your jaw drops at the announcement and get dizzy thinking of how much those five kisses cost alone.

"These multiple rule breaks have cost the group $42,000," Lana updates.

You scoff at the amount of money spent on a few silly kisses and have to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

"The prize fund now stands at $155,000."

Everyone is just as gobsmacked by how much money has been lost from the prize and if everyone keeps doing it, all of you would likely go home with nothing.

YOU: We might as well pack our things now and go home [shrugs]

A week has passed and you start to feel that you're merely wasting time here.

Not much happened around here especially after Peyton and Nya's ship sank right after that messy fight. In the end, Peyton doesn't get either Nya or Sawyer and he deserves every bit of it.

The retreat is not only about couple growth but still... If only you had someone to try to make a connection with, you would enjoy this whole experience more.

You wake up in the morning, have a few cuddles with Han, and then everyone is moving on with their day. There's not much you can do here but you try to participate as much by not breaking the rules.

As if you have someone to do it with.

Avery joins you as you walk down to the beach to swim at the beach. With the low tide, you can sit on the beach with her to cool down after swimming.

"Avery baby, tell me, how are things with Asher?" You ask out of curiosity.

What Asher did that day, defending her and openly telling everyone how he feels about her, you expect her to be swooned if not smitten.

But from what you've been seeing, it seems like things have cooled down between them.

"To be honest, I don't know..." she is just as confused as you.

"But out of all the three boys, you like him right?" You try to make it simple for her.

"Yeah, I like Asher because he's great, he made the first move and got an edge to him..." she explains.

You nod and support your chin with the back of your hand, "What he did that day, I think that's very endearing of him," you give her your honest opinion just in case she needs an assurance from someone outside that relationship.

"Yeah, he was like... expressed his feelings and telling everyone how he feels about me," Her facial expression gradually turns sour as you sense a 'but' coming from her small mouth.

"But I just don't like when people are like that to me," she says with a repulsed expression.

"I get really..." she ends the sentence with a groan.

The problem with Avery is that she doesn't know what she wants. Other than that, now you know why Asher flirted with you this morning but knowing that he initially likes Avery makes you feel like you're his backup plan.

Here's the thing about you, you don't like being a second choice.

YOU: You know what, Lana? I think we need more dicks in the villa [laughs]

Han feels like his breakfast is about to come up as he hears the sound of that melodic chime. He hears it often enough yet he feels even more anxious the more he hears it.

"Please be good news," Han mutters next to you.

You put your hand on his thigh, playing with a lint of his swimming trunk.

"Hello, everyone!" Lana greets.

He turns his head at the same time you look at him, sending both of you burst into laughter.

"Here we go," Asher mutters with a nervous sigh.

"To further aid your personal growth, you must learn to resist your urges."

That catches his interest but also makes his heart start to beat faster. Lana is unpredictable and Han hates that.

"I have arranged two dates."

That makes some people relax, at least, it's not about losing more money from the prize fund. Han, personally, has not yet recovered from losing a quarter of the prize money.

"Both with new arrivals," Lana finishes her sentence.

Other than Rio and Mikaela, everyone else seems to be excited about this. New guests mean new chances to make a connection.

"I have allowed the new arrivals to select who they want to ask out on their date."

Han is having mixed feelings about this. He knows that Avery is no longer with Asher but he's slowly losing his interest in her. Maybe the new arrivals can help him move on.

"The first new arrival is... Gwen."

So it's a girl, well, Han can do something about this Gwen. He feels hopeful once again and maybe this time, triumph will be his.

"Gwen has chosen... Rio to be her date."

All eyes are on Mikaela as she tries so hard to remain calm about this but everyone knows that she's fuming inside.

"You seem happy, Rio," Asher teases him which Rio coyly responds with a shrug.

"And date number two will be with Fabian."

His head turns as he hears hears you cooing in wonder, "He sounds exotic," you mutter.

Nya is the most excited one and it's probably because she needs to show Peyton that he's got nothing on her anymore.

"Fabian has chosen... Nya to be his date."

Han doesn't know why he feels glad knowing that this new guy didn't choose you but does that make him the bad guy? He doesn't think so.

"Rio and Nya, you may leave to get ready for the date," Lana orders.

He hasn't seen the new arrivals yet but he can imagine the amount of drama he'll witness later with Rio going on a date with the new girl.

HAN: The new arrivals, uh... they can't be ugly, right Lana? [Snickers]

The first one to return from the date is Nya and she's bringing a man who's taller than Rio and talks in a French accent.

Han can see that Nya is already all over him and he glances at Peyton who ends up with no one but his own player ass. He just knew that Peyton had it coming for him since that game night when he boldly kissed two girls.

He grabs his first drink of the day with the staff only allowed every contest to take three drinks max and when he gets back to the terrace, he sees a gorgeous girl with blond hair.

Rio is introducing the girl around while Mikaela is intensely watching him from the cabana with furrowed brows and eyes filled with fiery glints like a hawk.

When it comes to his turn, he doesn't bother making a good first impression.

"Han," he simply tells her his name.

"I'm Gwen, hi," she introduces herself.

With the few inches he doesn't have, Gwen can easily put her arm around him for a quick hug, "Nice to meet you!"

Gwen is undeniably beautiful, anyone who looks at her would agree with him. Surprisingly, he's not as excited as he imagined he would be.

Well, the last thing he wants to do is compete to win a girl over and he doesn't want to entertain the idea that Gwen would take a liking to him.

Despite all that, Rio and Mikaela remain strong. Everyone is staying on the same bed and because Nya and Sawyer refuse to sleep with Peyton, he has to share the bed with Finn.

Han feels good knowing that he doesn't have to deal with such drama, he walks to his bed and does not hesitate to cuddle you.

"Hi, sexy bunny," he mutters close to your ear.

The two of you have this inside joke of calling each other silly, childish pet names and yesterday, you called him

'tater tot' and he laughs whenever he recalls it.

"Hi, bubble butt," you reply.

He laughs at that and playfully bites at your shoulder to get back at you. Somehow, the only one he can comfortably share his space with is you and he realizes how grateful he should be for your presence.

"Goodnight, everyone," Avery says while blowing kisses to everyone.

Han tickles your neck with his nose and purposely, breathes into your ear, "Goodnight!"

You giggle in reaction to his tickling breath, "Night!"

He presses a soft, lingering kiss on your head and that's how he ends his day on a sweet note.

HAN: I wasn't attracted to her but now I feel bad for not giving her any attention.

"It's like working out with Zeus, bro!" Han says, watching Rio working out non-stop while he's sitting on the mat, drenched in sweat for doing not even half of the workout Rio is doing.

Rio carefully lowers down the heavy dumbbells and reorganizes his breath as he takes a break.

"So, are you still chasing Avery?" Rio asks.

Han sucks water out of the bottle, then licks his lips before answering him, "Honestly speaking, I'm losing interest," he answers.

He knows that it'll be different to everyone but seeing what happened to her and Asher, there's a chance that things would likely end up the same.

He's tired of chasing and she keeps hanging up on him, "I think Avery enjoys the thrill, the chase..." he adds while running out of breath.

"Yeah, I think so too," Rio agrees with him.

He then lies down on his back and starts doing sit-ups as if his abs aren't as hard as rock already.

"What about that new girl then?"

"Gwen?"

"Yep, she's pretty," Rio says, being the one who went on a date with her.

"Are you going to make a move on her?"

Han caught Asher making the eyes with Gwen last night and he's not that interested to even try.

Looking at Rio tirelessly working out, he feels motivated to continue and picks up dumbbells.

"You know, I'm feeling it more with my bed partner," Han honestly says.

"I know you like her," Rio says with a glare at him.

He stops doing sit-ups and points at Han, "You just don't want to admit it."

Han has to pause on lifting his dumbbells to continue talking. He suddenly gets flustered because that's true, he keeps denying that there's something more between him and you.

"You two vibe really well," Rio says and he has never seen him being this earnest.

Han stops working out altogether and drops the dumbbells on the floor, "it's because Avery is so my type," he simply defends himself.

"But uh..." he pauses to catch a breath.

"But when I spend time with her, it's... natural," he explains and he doesn't care if that doesn't make sense to Rio, "It's so much fun."

Han breaks down on the floor and wipes the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, "I overlooked her because she doesn't look like my type."

Rio nods and intently listens to him speak.

"As soon as I saw Gwen last night, I was like... I still prefer her," he admits.

Han doesn't know why he can easily share his feelings with Rio, probably because he feels like a brother to him. Rio taps his shoulder hard enough that it launches him forward.

"You guys are cute together, and get along well, I don't see why you shouldn't try it, man!" He looks so annoyed and eager to see it happen.

Han laughs at that but he wishes he could easily share his feelings like this to you.

HAN: Maybe I should open up and accept how I'm feeling rather than keep seeking what's not there.

The mud is drying as you're walking back to the villa after having a girls-only workshop at the beach.

You share the shower with Sawyer to wash off the dried mud and waste no time getting ready for a party Lana throws to welcome the new arrivals.

The dressing room is crowded so you grab your make-up pouch to do it in the bathroom and you can do the hair later when it's less crowded in there.

For now, you're brushing your wet hair to the back while looking at your reflection in the mirror.

As you're about to apply moisturizer, you see Han walking into the bathroom and the first thing you see is that gummy smile of his.

"Hi, stud muffin," you playfully call him.

He would usually laugh at the pet names you called him but he only smiles in response, the kind that you've never seen on him.

"What's up?" You ask in wonder.

He doesn't say anything but leans against the sink facing you, looking at you with a cryptic smile dancing on his face.

He finally does something, walking up to you and placing his hands on each side of your waist. Slowly, he brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, "I missed you."

You reflexively burst into waves of laughter and think that he's just playing with you.

"I'm getting concerned," you tell him with a nervous laugh.

Han is also laughing and then he leans in to whisper again, "I miss you when you're not around."

You're giggling because the last thing you expect is to hear him saying that he missed you even though you've only been apart from each other for about three hours.

"Aww..." you coo at him, laughing the second your eyes meet in a gaze.

He cups your jaw then tilts your head, and you close your eyes in reflex. Instead of what you thought it would be, he softly whispers.

"I think I like you."

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year ago

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(not so) stupid things

[spencer reid x reader]

A/N: hi! this is my entry for the CM meet cute challenge created by the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins

summary: the one where reader is a detective responsible for a case the FBI is called to work on and as they try to make a good first impression, it slips their mind that one of them does not shake hands.

or... based on the eighteenth episode of criminal minds' S8.

pairing: s.reid x gn!reader

w.c: 1.7K

warnings/content: anxiety (implied); case related violence; mentions of injuries and blood; mentions of needles; two awkward people (try) flirting; fluff; language.

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“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.”

“O-oh,” you stutter out, blinking in surprise and immediately drawing your hand back. How could you have forgotten this?

Your boss had told you some important information about the team you were going to work with: the Behavior Analysis Unit. It completely slipped your mind who the “Doctor who doesn't shake hands” was. You just vaguely knew Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi, but the rest was a bunch of strangers you hadn't connected the name to the face yet. That included the Doctor who was giving you a tight-lipped smile and had sputtered out the most quick statistics data you had ever heard.

Did he just said kissing is safer than shaking hands?

The blonde sighed, her glare towards Dr. Reid softening when she turns to you. She offers her hand and you take it with a light chuckle.

“That's just Spencer's way of saying he doesn't shake hands.” She clarifies. “I'm Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ.” She introduced herself and then proceeds to do the same with the rest of the team. You finally connect the name to the face and you feel more at ease.

“Nice to meet you all,” you say. “I've prepared a room for you to set in during the investigation.” You lead them to the bigger roundtable room you had in the station and wait for them to scatter around to start listing the findings of the case you had until now.

They had a quick way of thinking – it was the first thought that went through your mind as you observed each Agent throw a possibility on why the crimes were happening and the reasoning for the M.O as well. It kind of amazed you how connected they seemed to be to have reached that adjustment within themselves.

The first lead took you to a museum. Your main goal there was to find anything on the suspect you've been following. That required you to speak to one of the museum tour guides who apparently had contact with them as you saw in one of the security cameras.

“How long have you been doing this?”

You immediately grimace at the invasive and completely inappropriate question that leaves your mouth. You couldn't help saying stupid shit when you were nervous. The FBI made you nervous. You had been chasing the suspect for more than three months and only now you were able to find a pattern in their behavior. Obviously, you weren't working alone, but you still feel dumb for not having noticed what is clearly obvious in federal agents’ eyes.

“Doing what?”

Your attention snaps back from the crowd of people to him, whose head was slightly tilted in confusion. The question you made escaping your mind for a second. “Oh. I— Actually. You don't have to answer that, I'm sorry.” Cheeks burning and hands sweating weren't a great combo right now. Your witness still hadn't stepped away from the group of children so you had to wait.

“It's okay.” He shrugs, burying his hands on his pockets. His eyes fall into your fidgety hands and he's familiarized with the feeling of being uncomfortable in big crowds. The museum was full, which was unusual according to you. “Mhm, did you mean how long have I been in the FBI?”

You hum quietly, arms folding across your chest.

“Seven years, five months and twenty-one days.” Your lips part in astonishment.

“Seven years?” You ask, dumbfounded. Spencer nods in affirmation. “You look like a college student—” you quickly cover your mouth with a hand, your cursing being muffled by it. “Sorry, I'm sorry. That came out wrong, I just meant that you look young and—”

“No, no, it's okay.” Spencer chuckled, amused by the whole thing. “I do get that a lot. Technically, I am a college student. I'm on my third PhD.”

Have you just met the next Einstein?

“How do you do it?” You say in wonder. “I mean, I went through college one time and I couldn't wait to get far from it as I possibly could and—” you were interrupted by the sound of his laugh, his eyes crinkling at the sides caused you to smile a little. You realize your shoulders were less tense and you could actually feel your feet again.

Spencer clears his throat before responding, his face carries a soft flush and you find it endearing. “I like studying.” Before you can ask him to elaborate, your eyes narrow at the tour guide, who you were supposed to talk to, stealthily disappearing into a hallway. This is how you end up running around a museum chasing someone that had just moved up to be the primer suspect in an ongoing investigation.

“You okay there?” Agent Morgan's voice pulled your gaze away from the medic stitching up your wrist.

Luckily, you and Doctor Reid succeeded in catching the museum tour guide, leading you to find out that the murders in the city were actually premeditated by two people, not just one. But that didn't go smoothly, the unsub — a curious name the BAU used, you've never heard it before — had a knife in their possession. Just as you were about to snatch it away from their reach while Spencer talked him down, your skin earned a slice right on your wrist because you were bold enough to tackle them to the floor.

Not a nice feeling, but you faced similar situations before, so that wasn't out of the ordinary. That didn't mean you enjoyed the feeling of being poked around.

“I'm fine,” you give him a grateful nod. “Just a scratch.” The image of the BAU's genius flash through your brain. “Huh, is Doctor Reid okay? I'm pretty sure he almost got one of these in his face.” You refer to your cut that was currently being dealt with.

Something that you can't recognize twinkle in the Agent's eyes. Amusement? Smugness? “Oh, Reid's alright. He's actually been asking non-stop about y—”

“Morgan.”

You see his smirk increase when Spencer strides over to where you are. The two share a look that you can't translate due to the tickling of the needle in your sensitive skin.

He's sitting beside you in no time and you're about to say that he doesn't have to bother, but he beats you to it.

“Up to 1 in 10 adults struggle with needles. 16% of them actually avoid getting vaccines because of their trypanophobia.” You look at Spencer as he inhales to keep rambling. “Studies show that many people grow out of that fear, but some remain with it.”

“Clearly,” you mumble, embarrassement causing your neck and cheeks to become red.

His eyes widen and he quickly raises his hands, “Oh, no! That's not what I— I didn't mean to—” he sighs as your lips try to hold back a smile. “I tend to say stupid things when I'm nervous.”

The medic says you're good to go and that's your cue to let out the breath you've been holding in instant relief as you can not longer see the needle. You thank them and step out of the ambulance.

“Like claiming that kissing someone is safer than shaking their hand?”

He stumbles upon an answer which takes you to a laughing fit that attracts some attention. You ignore the ugly looks in order to focus on a warm touch on your shoulder, stopping you from bumping into a police officer.

“Sorry, I was messing with you,” you say slightly breathless, your shoulder tingling where his hand lay. “I say stupid things when I'm nervous, too. I guess we have that in common.” Spencer is grinning when he pulls his hand back. You wonder what his thinking as his eyes travel across your features.

Maybe he's finally concluded that I'm a fool.

“Why would you be nervous?” You look away at a passerby to avoid his stare.

“Nothing, I—” he swallows, folding his arms and unfolding them right after. You don't need to be a profiler to realize he's nervous.

Your slow pace halts when he stops following you. You wait for him to sputter out random statistics or literally anything except for what he says next.

“Can I have your number?” He croaks out. “I thought that it wouldn't be unprofessional after the case was over because technically we aren't working anymore and— you know what? Never mind, forget I said—”

“Doctor Reid,” you say carefully. He clips his mouth shut. “Yes, you can have my number.” He lets out a soft oh and you smile. You ruffle through your pockets to find a pen and when you do find, you silently ask for his hand and he raises it towards you, confusion drawing his brows together.

He feels a tickling sensation as you write your number down on his open palm.

“There.” You offer him a smile to which he replies with one of his own as his eyes scan your scribbling on his hand. A vibration in your blazer forces a heavy sigh to leave your lips. You apologize as you grab your phone. “Ah, yes. I'm— I'll be there.” You turn to Spencer with a disappointed look after the call ends. “Sorry, I have a lot of reports to finish and they need me in the station.”

“It's okay.” He nods. “I understand.”

You don't leave right away though, hesitating in your step. He just as awkwardly stands there. Are you back in high school or something? When have you ever been that shy?

“So, I'll see you around?” You ask.

He outstretches a hand to your surprise, “Yes.” When you accept it, your fingers tingle at his soft skin. Both of you draw yourselves back at the same time. “Bye, Detective.”

You wave at him, already retracting to leave to avoid further embarrassment. “Bye, Doctor.”

You can't help the giddy feeling in your chest as you walk back to your car. A few hours later, your phone screen flashes with an unknown number.

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little-diable · 1 year ago

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What Was I Made For? - Soulmate Aaron Hotchner (smut)

Inspired by Billie Eilish new song for the Barbie movie. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been forced to accept that her soulmate has moved on, leaving the mark of his name to fade out on her wrist. But what if her soulmate is her new supervisor? Will they realise that they were destined to be?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, some angst, a very fluffy ending, soulmate fic

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (3k words)

I used to float, now I just fall down, I used to know, but I'm not sure now, what I was made for?

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had learned about soulmates, she could still remember how her heart had picked up its beat, pounding in her chest as she imagined how being loved unconditionally must feel like. Ever since that very day she had counted the passing by hours, wondering when she’d cross paths with them. But the years had blurred by, forming one cloud of confusion, and as she had grown older, (y/n) slowly but surely had accepted that she’d never cross paths with the person whose first name was burned into the skin of her wrist.

Over the past weeks (y/n) had been forced to watch the name lose some of its strength, like a fading scar, growing lighter with every passing day. The first day she had noticed the change, (y/n) hadn’t been able to stop herself from crying, giving into the pain flushing through her like a wave set to drown her – they had found somebody else, joining a bond that should only be shared between those that were made for one another. But they had chosen a different path. Perhaps they had grown impatient, no longer believing that (y/n) was somewhere out there.

Whatever it was, it cut deep, leaving a mark that would never heal her breaking apart heart.

……

The streets were unusually busy as (y/n) tried to make her way through the crowd, eyes flickering down to her phone screen every few seconds, praying that she wouldn’t be late to her first day at her new job. Sweat was pooling on her forehead, forming small drops that clearly projected her nervousness, clinging to her like a shadow sewn to her boots.

Her eyes focused on the impressive building of the BAU, the headquarters she had wanted to work in ever since she had been a young teenager. Once filled with excitement, with dreams she longed to fulfill, a giddy wave of anticipation that had pulled her under years ago, dampening the flame that had once burned in her chest oh so brightly.

“Hold, please!” (Y/n) called out, eyes set on the dark haired woman that had just stepped into the elevator she’d need to take. A heavy, almost relieved sigh left (y/n) as she managed to join the woman just in time, watching the doors close. “Thank you.”

“Of course, are you alright?” (Y/n)’s eyes flickered to the name badge the woman was wearing, reading the all too familiar name – Emily Prentiss. A smile tugged on (y/n)’s lips as she took in the frame of the woman she had looked up to for years, praying that one day she’d be able to share her workplace with her.

“I am, thank you. My name’s (y/n), I’m joining your team today.” The elevator came to a halt before Emily got the time to respond, shooting (y/n) a soft smile before they stepped out into the hallway. Her eyes met the rich brown ones of a man clad in a perfectly fitting suit, shooting her a warm smile. (Y/n) couldn’t understand why her heart was skipping a few beats as she looked at him, remembering the pictures of the man she had seen in newspaper articles.

“Good morning, (y/n), I’m Aaron Hotchner, your supervisor. It’s good to finally have you around.” He shook her hand with more force than she was used to, biting down on the gasp wanting to shake through her. She could only give room to the quiet “Hello” leaving her, glad that he had already started guiding her to her workplace, introducing her to the others.

(Y/n) could barely spare the warm welcome any of her attention, eyes flickering back to Aaron’s at any given chance. There was something about him that pulled her closer, leaving her intrigued, wondering why he had this very effect on her. Perhaps it was the fault of his name, sharing the same letters with the person she had been destined for, but the second her eyes found the ring clinging to his finger, (y/n) had shaken the very thoughts begging her to ask more questions, left to ponder over her fate in the quiet, dark parts of her mind.

I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try, I don't know how to feel, but someday, I might

……

An exhausted sigh left (y/n) as she stepped out of the elevator with Aaron, Emily, Spencer, and Derek in tow, burning eyes focused on her phone. They had just returned from their newest case, chasing yet another killer that had been plagued by his struggling childhood. (Y/n) barely paid Penelope’s welcome any mind, watching Aaron walking up to his office, greeting the smiling woman that had been waiting for him.

Pain flushed through her as she watched them exchange a soft kiss, disappearing inside his office. She was frozen to the spot, unable to move with her heart clenching in her chest and her fingernails leaving marks on the skin of her palm.

The past week had been filled with getting to know one another, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the new team that already treated her like a family member, helping her with her questions, allowing her to go over every little detail. She had barely shared any words with Aaron, admiring him from afar, wondering what was going on in his head. Whatever it was that kept plaguing him, (y/n) wanted to be there for him, though the second she tried to step in, to strike up a conversation with him, her mind forced her to step away, reminding her that she was just a stranger to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Derek placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. (Y/n) could only murmur a soft “Yes”, hoping that he’d buy the fake smile tugging on her lips. He studied her for a few moments before he kept on speaking, “You’ll come with us today, we have to celebrate your first case as part of our team, and no, you can’t sit this one out.”

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, allowing a few chuckles to pass her pressed together lips, “Alright, I’ll join you. Who's coming?”

“Us all, besides Hotch, seems like he has to catch up on some missed time with his lady.” Suddenly her throat felt tighter, unable to speak another word as tears welled up in her eyes, forcing (y/n) to blink them away before the others could pick up on the sadness she was held hostage by. There was no escaping from this sensation, no way out as she struggled to keep on breathing, drowning in the waves that had been created to guide her rocking boat, once set on protecting her, now set on making her suffer.

……

“So, tell us, any boyfriends around?” Derek’s smirk left (y/n) smiling, taking a sip of her drink before she shook her head, unable to hold eye contact.

“No, I’m still waiting for my soulmate to find me.” Penelope’s hand found (y/n)’s, slightly squeezing before she turned her wrist, eyes focusing on the barely there mark. They struggled to read the letters, once again forcing (y/n) to accept her cruel fate. “As you can see, I wasn’t graced by a soulmate who wants me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t say that. I’m sure they’ll eventually find you.” Derek squeezed her shoulder as Penelope kept talking, words (y/n) couldn’t spare any attention, since they hurt too much. She could only pray that someday she might be blessed by a better fate, by something pushing the kind of love she was aching for through her veins.

“It’s alright, there’s nothing I can do for now.” The others stared at her for a few moments, sharing pained glances, hating that they couldn’t help her.

“What’s his name, if you don’t mind me asking.” JJ’s soft voice seemed to soothe her pain, allowing her heart to stop clenching inside her chest, at least for a few moments. (Y/n) had to take another sip of her drink, hoping that the alcohol would manage to give her the strength she needed to explain her story.

“Aaron, his name is Aaron.”

When did it end? All the enjoyment, I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for, what was I made for?

……

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” Her eyes rolled back into her head, momentarily trapping her in the blanket of darkness surrounding her. Pain flushed through her, leaving her head throbbing, wondering how she had ended up like this. Just seconds ago she had chased down their unsub, till he had suddenly wrestled her to the ground, head coming in contact with the hard ground. “Look at me, (y/n).”

Aaron’s soft voice forced her eyes open, watching the man stare down on her with his eyebrows furrowed, with a raging storm filling his dark pupils. He was seemingly worried, unable to let go of her as Dereked chased after their unsub. (Y/n) could only watch how Aaron gasped her hand, eyes flickering down to the bruises forming, momentarily freezing as he took in the almost completely faded out mark on her wrist.

A gasp rumbled through (y/n) as Aaron brushed his thumb over the letters, touch lingering for a few moments before he spoke up once again, “Can you stand up? We should get you to the hospital.”

“No doctors, please.” With trembling limbs (y/n) was pulled to her feet, groaning as another wave of pain shot through her. Aaron pulled her into his chest, hand cradling her head. She barely picked up on the words Aaron and Derek shared, and could only understand that the man had gotten away, forcing them to stick around for another day.

Aaron didn’t let go of her, not as he guided her to his SUV, not as he started the car, hand holding hers almost possessively. No words were shared between them, allowing her head to finally calm down, letting go of the harsh pain, turning into a rather dull sensation.

“Come, I’ll take you to my room.” A defeated sigh clawed through (y/n) as she followed Aaron, hating that she was burdening him, though eventually finding rest on the edge of his hotel bed, watching him disappear inside the bathroom. “Close your eyes.”

He started cleaning her face, careful not to hurt her as he brushed the warm towel over her skin, taking in her features as (y/n) closed her eyes. She didn’t pick up on his wandering gaze, flickering down to her wrist once again. Before Aaron could stop himself, his hand found hers, allowing him to read the letters that have once been oh so bright.

“Who is it?” It was just a whisper, and yet (y/n) could pick up on the words all too clearly. Her eyes shot open, finding Aaron already staring at her. She heavily swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump growing in her throat, though without any luck, feeling trapped in her own body.

“Uhm, it’s your name, Aaron. Guess it’s some funny coincidence, or something.” (Y/n) pulled her wrist from his grasp, letting her shirt cover the bruning skin, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the silence they were now trapped in. It took him a few moments to snap into motion, unclasping his watch so that he could turn his wrist towards (y/n), showing her the mark that had been hidden. Her heart picked up its beat as she read the name, her name, sticking to his skin.

“As you know, I’ve been married before. I was young, didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates, I wanted to make my own decisions, live life how I wanted to. But after losing my wife, I felt so lost, and yet I began to find comfort in knowing that the right person was still out there for me.” A tear dripped from her eyes, followed by another, and another. Aaron’s thumb carefully wiped her tears, finding rest on the bed, right next to her.

“The mark started fading a few weeks ago. And then, as I met you, I think my heart already knew that it was you, but then I saw you with her, and I,” the rest of her sentence was left unspoken, interrupted by the feeling of Aaron’s lips finding hers, sharing a soft kiss. Neither (y/n) nor Aaron tried to stop the kiss, mouths parted to allow their tongues to meet. She was pulled into his lap, clinging to him as if she was scared that she’d be ripped from him any moment now.

“I am sorry for hurting you, that was never my intention. Beth and I,” Aaron needed a few moments to ponder over his words, cupping (y/n)’s warm cheeks. “Whatever we have, it’s not nearly as strong as this. I will take care of it when we are back, and then I’d like to take you out on a date, if you let me.”

……

The door to (y/n)’s apartment fell shut with a loud thud, a sound that got swallowed by the moans leaving the two, bodies searching one another as they kept kissing. Aaron had just brought her home after their date, yet ready to let go just yet, gladly taking up the invite to follow her inside. At the first given chance their bodies had found together, finally giving into the pull that had grown stronger over the past days.

“Bedroom?” He murmured the word against her already swollen lips, chuckling at the strength she used to pull him with her, showing Aaron the way to her bedroom. She was pulled right back into his grasp, allowing him to undo the zip of her dress, shuffling the material down her body. Her trembling fingers struggled to undo the buttons of his shirt, though (y/n) was determined, set on undressing the handsome man.

“Such a pretty sight, I’ll make sure to explore every part of you, but for now I need to feel you.” His growls left her chuckling with glee, gasping as Aaron pushed her down on her bed, following moments later with only his boxers on. (Y/n) ripped her bra from her frame, exposing her naked chest to his piercing eyes, allowing Aaron’s lips to explore her soft skin. He drew moans from her, giving room to the sounds that would burn themselves into his mind like stars being created to grace the night sky.

Even though both were desperate to feel one another, their movements had nothing rushed to it, forcing the two closer and closer together. She felt him against her thigh, begging for her touch, allowing her to pull his boxers down his thighs to grasp his twitching cock. Their moans blended together, forming one sound both would forever remember, thinking back to their first night together years from now.

“Aaron,” he moaned at the use of his name, begging her to say it again, speaking it like a prayer made to grasp God’s attention. “Fuck me, please, I need to feel you.”

With his lips finding hers once again, he gently pushed her hand away, making space for his fingers grasping her panties, ripping the soaked through material from her. She was dripping for him, already sensitive from the few seconds he used to circle her pulsing bundle of nerves, preparing her for the upcoming moments.

She gave him a slight push back to reach for a condom, watching Aaron roll it down his cock with skilled movements, not breaking eye contact once. Their hands found one another, fingers linked together as he aligned himself with her heat. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) sunk back into the mattress, deeply exhaling as he pushed into her.

“You okay? We can always stop.” His lips kissed their way from her ear down her throat, grinning whenever he found a spot that left her gasping. Only a soft “Don’t stop” left (y/n), begging him to start moving, to fuck her into the mattress. Her eyes couldn’t stay open, clinging to the new sensation, needing to adjust to Aaron’s size.

He was gentle with her, set on taking his time, cherishing every moment together. This is what he had always missed, that special feelings others have talked about, sharing insights into their nights together with their soulmates. This felt different than all times before, it felt right, so full of emotions, Aaron had a hard time breathing on.

No words were shared between the two as Aaron fucked her closer to the edge, thumb rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves with care, hoping that she was feeling the same sensation his system was filled with. Her moans told him everything he needed to know, finding pride in the way her heart seemed to skip beats, forcing her to breathe faster.

(Y/n) tightened her grip on his hand as she felt her orgasm approaching, eyes rolling back, toes curled. Aaron built up the speed of his thrusts, watching her unfold as he fucked her through her high. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet, didn’t want this moment to be over, even though numerous others were set to come upon them.

Her glassy eyes found his seconds before he came, sharing a sweet, encouraging smile with the groaning man. Aaron released himself into the condom with a heavy breath rippling through him like thunder breaking the quietness of the night apart. They stayed linked together, searching one another's body for minutes to come before Aaron parted from her.

“Aaron,” (y/n) gasped his name, forcing him to return back to bed. She had her eyes focused on her wrist, staring at the letters that were no longer faded out, but bright, like they had been years ago. A teary smile was shot his way as he pulled her in for a kiss, murmuring a soft “I’ll never let you go again”.

Think I forgot how to be happy, somethin' I'm not, but somethin' I can be, somethin' I wait for, somethin' I'm made for

#Aaron Hotchner smut #Aaron Hotchner imagine #Aaron Hotch smut #soulmate fic

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amemenojaku · 9 months ago

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I saw umineko stage ep3 today!! it was amazing. the quality level is insane. I got goosebumps several times and it even managed to make me tear up... everyone's performances felt like they all know their characters so well now 🥺🙏 the lights, costumes and choreography were all perfect too

some thoughts (major umineko spoilers obviously):

young eva/evatrice's performance in particular was just. literally perfect? the way she delivered her lines, carried herself, her laugh resounding onstage and the little things she did when she wasn't the center of attention were all 100% in character. she was adorable during the ceremony where she becomes the new beatrice, introducing herself to the goats and giggling w the 7 sisters, and she was absolutely terrifying in rosa's and maria's death scene. also mad props to the costume designer(s) who did her sailor outfit that turns into the witch outfit almost instantly

everything beato's actress did had me go :] there's a lot of cute beato scenes in ep3 and she was adorable in the goofy, endearing way og beato is in the story while still being cool and fun when needed in the other scenes

and last but not least eva's actress did an amazing job too, especially during the emotional scenes of her character (when she solves the riddle, finds the gold, hideyoshi's & george's deaths). her lungs' strength is impressive lol. it's been 4 hours and I still clearly remember her screams

overall I loved the way so many of the actors and actresses would just do little things when they were on stage but not in the spotlight/not talking, like the chiesters whispering in each others bunny ears instead of their human ears/covering their bunny ears because of loud noises, or the 7 sisters just jumping around and messing w each other, maria taking her notebook out of her bag and reading it, etc. they weren't just standing doing nothing and it always felt very in character, too. there was always something new no matter which part of the stage you're looking at

rudolf's actor looked and acted like he came straight out of a yakuza movie? ik he was already like that in the previous episodes but for some reason I felt it even more this time. might be because of the fight against the sisters before he and kyrie die (which was probably my favorite action scene btw. really cool choreography). I'm not complaining though. made me like the character even more

speaking of rudolf. at some point during one of the scenes where the adults discuss beato's first letter, he just... started massaging hideyoshi's shoulders? he did that for at least a full minute before hideyoshi's actor nodded as thanks and he stopped. I have no idea if this was part of the script or if the guys just decided it on their own??

when gohda does his night check of the mansion right before his death he was actually walking in the aisles with his lantern before he got up on stage!! he got to tell a joke and do some fun stuff before being killed and never being relevant again. rip

beato asking battler to give her a new name now that evatrice inherited hers, ronove on the side of the stage writing a stupid nickname on some paper to show her only for her to get annoyed, rip the paper from his hands and stomp on it

I don't know if this was done on purpose or not, but when eva fires the shot that blinds jessica and jessica accuses her of being the culprit, pointing at some random direction since she can't see anymore, she actually pointed at shannon's corpse on the sofa behind her. it could very well just be a coincidence. but. yea

krauss drinking straight from the fucking bottle during the golden land party scene at the end and getting completely smashed

ange!! she was so cool and cute. she punched the goats. I can't wait to see her in ep4 😭

battler literally Just Standing There at the very end, when ange and beato start duking it out before the episode's over 🧍

the curtain call was super cute. everyone got together to pose for the cameras before they realised beato wasn't here so they had kinzo cry for her in the infamous kinzo way and she graced them (and us) with her presence :)

battler's actor: "so we'll need your support -and- your gold for episode 4 to happen"

cat nanjo be upon ye

#umineko #sorry mobile users.

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06605 · 2 years ago

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spider-man jude x fem!reader

summary: school au, superheros au, jude lays his eyes on a beautiful girl, afraid to show his actual identity he approaches her as spider-man.

genre: fluff, and that's it.

word count: 3.1k

a/n : not beta read, sorry & lots of time skips it might not make sense but it's alright wit' me. saw this pin on pintrest of jude inna spider-man suit, so my cranium just popped up with this idea. first piece on tumblr, hopefully you'll enjoy it. xevr, i show my love to you. <3

— ☆ s p i d e r - m a n ☆ —

You wake up because your alarm went off, and you groan, reaching out your arm to find the clock without looking at it. You miss it several times, so you simply locate the wire that is connected to it and unplug it.

You try to sleep again but fail. So you just gave up and decided to deal with this hellhole of a world. Pissy, you'd say, but you're just annoyed that you had to change schools due to your mother finding a new job that would help her financially. But you ignored it and decided to suck it up, because it made your mom happy. You loved seeing her happy, it made you happy.

You dragged yourself out of bed getting ready for your first day. Getting out the shower, you headed for the sink to brush your teeth.

Your school had a strict dress-code, no innapropiate skin showing, must wear school uniform, belts should be tan, black, or white, must wear white, or black shoes, shirt MUST be tucked in if you are not wearing the school's jacket, and no wearing sunglasses indoors...et cetera, et cetera.

The school already started to overwhelm you before you even entered it.

You prepared yourself; girls could choose between skirts and pants; you chose the skirt to make a good impression.

You examined yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the creases. You grabbed a nearby brush and brushed and styled your hair. You walked out of your room with the pungent smell of lemongrass hitting your nose.

It was nostalgia slapping you in the face, so you inhaled it once more for the sentimentality and made your way to the kitchen.

Your mother was on the phone with a colleague when she handed you your lunchbox and a zip lock bag containing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast.

You signaled her by with a wave, and headed for the door.

Walking towards the school, you stopped. Taking in your surroundings, it seemed as an average school, you shrugged and made your way to the double doors.

Inside, you instantly see lockers, and students surrounding the district. In the corner of your eye you see a lady, hair let loosed below to her shoulders, wearing a woman suit, jacket with the school's symbol encrusted on it.

She introduced herself as Mrs.Deborah. You shook hands with her, she gave you two sticky notes, one advising you of your locker details and the other of your first class.

"Ask for your first teacher, Mr.Scott for your schedule for the day. Tell him I told you to ask. The schedule is permanent for the rest of school year, I look forward into seeing you again, L/N."

She disappeared in the herd of students near the lockers.

"Locker 029?" You walked forward and looked for your number, frantically looking back and forth at the sticky note Mrs.Deborah gave you

You found your locker and entered its code, mind you you weren't aware of the schedule yet. So you kept it empty for the time being.

You closed the locker door just to be taken aghast by a girl, waving hello to you.

"Hi!"

"Hi?"

"Sorry if I scared you, I'm Valerie but but you can just call me Val"

"You're good I'm Y/N L/N" you seemed fond of her, maybe this school isn't going to be hellish as you anticipated.

She peaked behind you, taking a glimpse of the sticky note, "You have the same class as me!" she smiled widely, "Nice to know! Maybe you can help me?" You inquired.

"Sure! Let's go!" She got ahold of your arm and dragged you down the hall.

She made a rhythmical knock on the door.

A male, about 182cm, neat trimmed hair, tan skin and vivid hazel eyes, He introduced himself as Mr.Scott.

"I almost marked you late, Valerie."

Valerie cringed, "Sorry" she said sheepishly.

"This my friend, Y/N! She's new."

"I can tell, hello Y/N honor to meet you, hopefully Valerie isn't giving you a hard time."

"She's been real helpful."

"Good to know, come in so I can introduce you to the classroom."

So they did, "Class, this is Y/N. She's new so I'd expect you all to treat her with respect, as others have treated you with before, your seat is right by Valerie, Y/N."

You took your seat and Mr.Scott resumed with his assignment.

Valerie, your newest "companion," more of a friend, and you were in the lunch hall.

You both took your seats and sat at a table with no one else.

"So how are your first few hours here?"

"I need to venture out more. Learn more about our peers or something. I'm not sure." you shrugged, pi king up one of your strawberries with a fork leisurely.

"I'll help you, here. Do you see that girl over there, brunette, green eyes, fair-skinned?"

"Yea, what about her?"

"Well she's the most popular girl around here. Mainly popular for her looks."

You rolled your eyes and returned to your cup of scattered fruits.

"She sounds like the girl in the story who bullies people" you stated apathetically.

"What about that dude over there? With the short hair." saying with a mouth full of strawberries.

"That's a dunce."

"Oh"

"Yea, a dunce as I say."

"Oh okay."

"He's actually my brother, who's annoying as fuck. His name is Jor'den."

"Y'know I see the resemblance, you sure you two aren't twins?"

"Say another word again and I'll shove my cup down your throat— BUT anyway, I'll act like you didn't say that. Back go introducing."

"That's the one. Jude Bellingham is our football team's golden boy. He is quite popular, thanks in part to his good looks and in part to his incredible intelligence." (lies)

You cast a glance at the male, who looked to be your age, and who definitely took his appearance seriously, as he appeared fresh, hygienic, and tidy.

He met your gaze, you squinted your eyes he seemed enigmatic even though Valerie just told you several thing about him, he severed his gaze from yours and went onto talking with his friends.

You shrugged him off, and went back paying attention to Valerie who's rambling about how to school needs to add more clubs to make it more interesting.

The school bell rang, you and Valerie headed for class.

After school you and Valerie decided to go out for coffee, try and get to know each other more since you just met her today.

"Trust me, this coffee place is heavenly."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it" you gave her a smile as you both walked into the shop.

The smells of spices, coffee beans, ginger and cinnamon instantly hit your nose, it was heavenly.

You both sat down, facing each other, ordering from the menu.

"I'll take a regular macchiato, and she'll have the same."

You arched your brows confusion, but just dealt with it.

Minutes later you both received your coffees, you took a sip and it just warm, sweet inviting flavor bursting in your mouth, making you crave more.

You exhaled, feeling satisfied; reeling into the amenity of the coffee shop, insinuating that you should come here more often.

"Good, right?" Valerie inquired, making you once open your eyes again.

"Definitely coming back."

Valerie beamed, "My mom—"

there was a pause.

Glass shattering from the windows, You couldn't move, you aghast as someone rolled off your table onto the ground, wincing in pain and gripping a gun.

Valerie screamed in horror, as a unidentified person wearing a mask, a superhero you'd depict them as swinged into the shops now broken window to straddle the robber down.

The superhero, his attire was..weird.. it had designs of webs all around it, black and and red color and white lenses, in the middle a red arachnid.

He placed the man in cuffs, and apologised for the interruption and that the police will handle it.

The superhero looked at your table, specifically at you; lenses closing slightly, like he was scrutinizing you, he his head to the right slightly, went back to focusing on the robber

He lifted the man and dragged him outside, to the bunch of cops surrounding the area.

red, white, and blue. red, white, and, blue.

You haven't moved an inch since, Valerie brought you back to your senses.

"W—what the hell just happened?"

"Are you hurt?" She said, your gaze was still focused on the broken window near you both.

You felt hands grip your shoulder, which made. You flinch.

"S–sorry," you said shaking your head.

"I haven't experienced anything like that before."

"It's fine, you're okay, we're okay." She said exclaimed.

"C'mon let's get you home, shall we?" She put on a slight smile trying to make you feel comfortable.

"I'm okay, ok?"

"Okay"

"Goodnight, Val"

"Goodnight, Y/N." you closed the door after her.

"Shit" you ran a hand through your face.

You went upstairs, informing your mom of what occurred not to long ago.

You plopped into bed, facing the ceiling, reminiscing of what happened. It wasn't something that you were used to.

did a string come out his hands or was I imagining? You wondered.

This is too much, I need to sleep. You went to the restroom and got changed for tonight.

. .

You woke up in the middle of of night, around 2-3 in the morning. You saw a silhouette by the window. Your eyes were blurry, you just woke up from sleeping, you opened your nearby lamp.

You blinked once again to see if you were just hallucinating but it was still there. As he rubbed your eyes you could see him better, the superhero.

It was him.

He was in a criss-cross postion, staring dead straight at you, it was creepy. You didn't like it at all. You turned off your lamp and flipped to your side burrowing into the sheets, trying to shake of the piercing eyes that were set on you, you hoped it was your last altercation with him.

A few months later, you were fully settled in the school. You had a test coming up, and it was major you needed to pass this.

You took your studies seriously, pulling out books, taking notes, and listening to music.

It was peaceful; you frequently multi-tasked, but this encouraged you the most; determined to finish this quiz and pass it, you devoted your after-school hours solely to studying.

You were zoned out of everything around you during lunch, and when you regained consciousness, you saw Jor'den and Valerie arguing about who is the favorite and who is the better sibling.

You smiled, you didn't mind this. It was nice.

. .

It was 4 in the afternoon, sky grey skies, rain drops dribbling against the window, increasing by the minute.

You were a sucker for this, for silence, time for yourself.

With your earphones in, you jotted down notes while frantically flipping through your text book; at first, you heard a faint knock. But when it turned into bangs, you sprang up and tried to figure out what was going on and where it was.

You heard another knock, faint. You set your headphones down and went to the window.

There he was.

In the rain, waiting for some sort of invitation to be let it. So you did, you let him in. How daft of you.

You took some steps backwards so you both were a few feet away. He entered in and closed the window behind him.

There was an awkward silence between you two.

"Thank you.."

"Thank you for saving me."

"It's what I'm supposed to do isn't?"

He squirmed, "You don't have any spare blankets by any chance?"

"Oh, yea I do. In the closet."

"Thanks" He walked past you going to the closet.

He came out looking comfortable, not so tense up anymore.

"Mind if I stay here for awhile?" He said, sitting on the windowsill seat

"Uh, sure."

"Thanks."

You sat back down, went back to studying and put back on your headphones.

As time passed, in the corner of your eye you could see the spider man with his lenses closed sleeping comfortably with the thick duvet around him.

I invited a random dude in here, crap I'm dead.

You felt sleep creep up behind, and just let it in.

* Next morning, you wake up the spider man is nowhere to be seen, you got up and went to the bathroom, seeing there was a sticky note pressed on your cheek.

'Thank you, for letting me stay. I guess we're both even." –spider-man

You huffed, and continued with the rest of your day.

. .

You met up with Valerie again, at the park.

"I need to tell you something."

"Yea, sure."

"Remember about the incident at the coffee shop?"

"Mhm"

"Remember that spider superhero?"

"Yes, where's all this going?"

"Well, he knocked on my window last night asking if he could stay there for awhile, and I said sure. I don't know why the hell I would say that yet I did."

"Best award for making terrible decisions goes to you!"

You rolled your eyes, "Y'know it wasn't that bad, he wasn't bothering me and just left me alone. But I woke up to a thank you note on my cheek."

"Atleast you enjoyed your night, I was awake due to music blasting through doors"

"Lemme guess.."

"Jor'den" you both said simultaneously, you laughed.

You took your test and received a 98%; you were elated and told your mother she was proud of you. It was a blissful feeling to feel triumph wash over you.

Later that night you heard a knock once again at your window, you knew who was at your window.

You opened your window and headed towards your bed resuming your series, he entered in and closed the window behind him.

He cautiously walked over to the right side of your bed, not wanting to scare you off.

You felt the side of the bed dip down, in your peripheral vision, you saw a common visitor.

You remained calm, knowing that he had no intention of harming you. So you both watched the series in a lull.

You were completely immersed in the episode until you heard a murmur next to you.

You paused the video, and turn your head around trying to hear what he was saying better.

"I said why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" you inquired

"Let me in."

"Why not. I know not your not going to do anything to me." you stated nonchalantly.

"I–" he huffed in exasperation looked the other way.

You assumed he wasn't going to say anything again so you resumed the episode.

Several minutes passed by, and he paused your video and closed your laptop.

"Let's know each other a bit, okay?"

"Uh, sure" you shrugged

"You first"

"Alright, name is Y/N, 19 years, uh.. favorite color: [color]. Does that suffice for you?"

"Yea, it's an effort."

"Okay. I'm Ju—Spider-man, 19 aswell, favorite color obviously red and black."

"Nice, officially meet you spider-man."

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N." "So do you just go around and save people all day or..?"

"Well that is what a superhero does innit?"

You rolled your eyes,

"You can resume right now, your thingy." He made a circling motion with his index finger pointed at the laptop.

"Okay"

. .

You were both laughing because of a scene in the series, and the other beside you stiffened, tense.

"You okay?"

He got off the bed and hid in a corner, your mom walked in without knocking.

"Why are you up at 2 in the morning, watching whatever you're watching over there?"

"Uh, sorry I'll close it." You looked to your side and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you. Goodnight my love."

"Night, Mom"

"Hey, you still here?"

silence

You exhaled, and resumed with your episode.

"Hey" someone said besides you

You would have screamed if he hadn't placed his hand on top of your mouth. He made himself known. He took his hand away.

"You're invisible??"

"Invisibility is one of my quirks, yes."

"You are...something."

"Thank you"

His visits became more frequent and longer over time. You both developed to each other's liking.

One night he invited himself in, you weren't aware since you were focused on an assignment that was due the next day. He wandered up the ceiling and lowered himself with his web, so that he was now facing you upside-down.

"Hello to you too." He said, which startled you.

"Jesus, man. You can't pop up like that."

"Not sorry, still waiting for my hello though."

"Hello" you greeted and went back to your assignment.

He lifted himself so he'd be on the ceiling once again.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No"

"No meaning, there's no issue out there."

"Okay, well go occupy yourself with something then."

"Gladly."

He jumped down from the ceiling and removed the earphones from your ears, and grabbed your wrists. Dragging you away from your work.

"C'monnn" you whined trying to pry away from his grip.

"I said occupy yourself with something not someone."

He let go of your wrists, "C'mon dance with me!"

"What music is there?"

"We don't need music to dance, let's just be happy." He began swinging his hips back and forth, humming lyrics to a song, and his feet followed suit.

You smiled, he grabbed you into his embrace and started dancing with you.

You inhaled his scent; he smelled superb. The smell was inexplicable; it effectively invited you to linger in this position for as long as possible.

He twirled you around and brought you into his embrace again.

You both came to a halt for a brief moment, you straightened up, and removed his mask slightly, revealing only his mouth.

Just inches away.

You made the first move, and he graciously reciprocated by deepening the kiss, poking his tongue at your lips, and you permitting him into your mouth, pure escasty; you pulled down his mask, revealing his true identity, Jude Bellingham.

He severed the kiss, looking at you smiling in all his beauty, he is truly attractive.

"Hey"

"You're a sly bastard." you teased.

He went down on you again, craving more of you.

His hands quickly found your thighs and lifted you up against the wall. You moved your hand onto his curls and one grippe his shoulder as his mouth attacked the nook of your neck.

He stopped and placed his forehead with yours,

"Will you be with me? "

Appalled by the question you reiceved you took some seconds contemplating it.

"yes."

He smiled once again and kissed you, slowly, you both enjoying this moment.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #football imagine #football imagines #alternate universe #06605

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nav-iiee · 3 months ago

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BIGBOYS (working title)

Hello everyone! Naviiee here. I think its high time to bring back this account for blogs and updates regarding this original write-up called "BigBoys (working title)"! I'm currently working on this on my free time and the draft you're about to see is in script form so I hope you enjoy!

gatack gif as he and the other kabuto riders serve as an inspiration for the design of one of the characters

BigBoys: Song #1 “It’s all that I wanted. / Entitlement.”

IN. BEA’S APARTMENT COMPLEX - MORNING

Sun glare hits Bea Landers’ eye. She rises up from bed

BEA LANDERS: “Room 71, keys with me, socks are on, bass ready, it’s time to go now I think.”

NARRATOR: “This is Miss Bea Landers, a recently graduated college student fresh off the hooks and found a job she’s always wanted, be a band member.”

Camera pans to multiple angles of her crossing the street with her stuff

NARRATOR: “She’s always lived life by herself, she’s so calm and collected she’s pretty much forgotten most of her past life.”

She arrives to the studio

IN. STUDIO.

Band is setting up their instruments. Bea Landers is setting up her bass, Gale Blanco is setting up his guitar, Remy Williams is setting up the drums, and Eri Takeshi is setting up her keyboard.

ERI: “So so happy to finally have you here Bea!”

Applause from the band

BEA: “Thank you everyone, I’m happy to have you guys accept me as your bassist!”

Bea bows down in an act of respect

REMY: “Dude what are you? Japanese?”

Room bursts with laughter

BEA: “Ah! Kinda…”

NARRATOR: “She isn’t actually Japanese, nor is her family.”

GALE: “Alright, since we’ve finally found the bassist we’ve been looking for, how about we introduce ourselves?”

Band agrees, Bea just looks at the three of them with a gleaming look on her face

ERI: “Hello Bea! My name is Eri Takeshi! I’m this band’s keyboardist! You can talk to me about whatever’s happening in your life!”

REMY: “I’m Remy Williams, I’m this band’s drummer, and I like video games and movies, my favorite is probably the first Alien movie. I play a bit of Pokémon too.”

Bea then glances at Gale with a smile

GALE: “Hi there, I’m Gale, I’m this band’s guitarist.”

BEA (VO): “Wow… He’s pretty cool, his smooth hair, the calm clothes he’s wearing, he’s totally my type!”

BEA: “Hello everyone! Um… I’m Bea Landers, I am your bassist!”

REMY: “Dude you’ve already told us your name…”

BEA: “But I don't want to ruin the flow!”

ERI: “You’re pretty funny Bea, you should replace the role of the band clown since Remy sucks at doing that job.”

REMY: “When was I the band clown?”

GALE: “Guys, guys. Calm down for a bit. Let’s give a decent environment for our little Bea here.”

Banter then subsides.

Much later on we then move to a discussion that they have together as a band, with Bea in the discussion.

GALE: “Y’know this band name discussion is really getting to my head.”

REMY: “I told you we should’ve gone for Good Morning, Sleeping Lions!”

ERI: “That’s too long, idiot!”

GALE: “Eri’s right, it seems far too long for people to remember. How about you Bea? Any suggestions?”

BEA: “I do have one, It’s -”

IN. BACKSTAGE

Rapid cut to a discussion with the stage producers.

GALE: “BigBoys. B-I-G-B-O-Y-S. No spaces, the B’s are capitalized.”

REMY: “I still think we should have done Good Morning, Sleeping Lions…”

ERI: “Start your own band then…”

BEA: “Now’s not the right time for fighting, we’ve got a performance to do…”

REMY: “Never knew you had that in you too Bea! Also, I’m mad impressed! You were in this band 2 months ago and now you’re performance ready!”

GALE: “I knew she was performance ready when I talked to her”

BEA (VO): Looks back “GOD HE'S SO COOL”

BEA: “Thanks Gale…”

STAGE ANNOUNCER: “And now I welcome to the stage, BigBoys! Spelled with no spaces and capitalized B’s”

GALE: “That’s our cue! Go!”

IN. STAGE

GALE: “Hello everyone! We are BigBoys, we are here to sing a few songs for you guys and, uhh…, yeah, hit it.”

REMY: “1, 2, 3, 4!”

Entitlement starts playing. https://www.bandlab.com/post/8dcb5bc3-0362-ef11-bdfd-000d3a425266

GALE:

“I saw the reflection of my face in your eyes

I don't look fine

but you insist me with a smile”

Bea takes a few glances at Gale.

BEA (VO): “I wish he could get to see my face with a smile”

Song finishes with a lick coming from Bea, crowd applauses.

UNKNOWN VOICE: “You won’t be able to do that, Bea.”

BEA: “Huh?”

An ominous female figure walks out of the shadows

UNKNOWN WOMAN: “I will make you realize what you’re doing is absolutely wrong!”

The unknown woman snaps back at Bea with long purple whips that resemble rope, they’re coming straight out of her dress

PURPLE ROPE LADY: “Your feelings will always be wrong, because he isn’t for you!”

BEA: “Wha-? You know?”

Bea dodges an attack but still gets blown away by the explosion coming from her whip

As the crowd escapes Gale hides in the crowd and pulls out a strange object in his pocket

GALE: “This can’t be helped then…”

The strange object grows bigger and wraps around his waist

THE STRANGE BELT THING: “TELLER MACHINE!!!”

GALE: “GOD WHEN WILL YOU BE QUIET?!?!”

The crowd stops and steps away to reveal Gale with the strange device wrapped around his waist

GALE: “Uhh… Hi Bea! Hi Natalie…”

The crowd shifts their focus onto both Bea and Natalie who are now on the stage fighting, Natalie has Bea wrapped around with her purple ropes

NATALIE: “Oh!… Gale… Great seeing you here… hehe”

BEA: “Uhh I don’t want to interrupt the reunion but can you please let me go?”

NATALIE: “NO! I want you to see your very own mistakes! I want you to stay away from that man you’re thinking about!”

BEA: “How do you know who I’m thinking about?”

NATALIE: “Our group, the 5 OF HEARTS, know every single move you make, even the ones you don’t take…”

BEA: “Are you guys that obsessed with me?”

Natalie throws Bea away, and then approaches her

NATALIE: “You’ll know why we’re doing this, you’ll even become one of us!”

GALE: “Natalie, stop! If this is about our recent break up then I should be the one you have your sights on, leave Bea out of this.”

BEA (VO): “God he’s so cool!”

NATALIE: “Hmm… Fine then. I also have some unfinished business with you.”

Natalie sets her sights on Gale, with a sinister look on her face

NATALIE: “YOU WILL DIE WITH YOUR HEAVY SINS STRAPPED TO YOUR BACK.”

GALE: “Ehh??? Can I at least count them up first?”

NATALIE: "YOU WILL COUNT THEM UP IN HELL YOU SCUMBAG!!!"

Gale pulls out a weird credit card straight out of his pocket

GALE: “Ryoukin Henge!”

Gale slides the weird credit card into the Teller Machine Driver

TELLER MACHINE: “Transaction Complete.”

A bright light shines from the belt, revealing Gale in light green and yellow armor.

GALE: “Golden Fighter, Gale!”

NATALIE: “I know this trick of yours already!!!”

Natalie rushes towards Gale with extreme speed. They both exchange blows.

NATALIE: “You persistent @*#&%!!!”

Natalie continues to pressure Gale with her whips, Gale guards himself and pushes himself into a corner, He rolls away

GALE: “You leave me no choice Natalie”

Gale pulls out the weird credit card and slides it into the Teller Machine twice

TELLER MACHINE: “Punch, Transaction Complete.”

Gale punches Natalie, knocking her out in front of Bea

NATALIE: “You should… run away… too…”

Natalie suddenly disappears and coins fall out of the sky, Gale detransforms and runs towards Bea

GALE: “Only 12 bucks? Dang... anyways, are you alright Bea?”

BEA: “What the hell was that?”

ERI: “Comes out of hiding together with Remy, We got some explaining to do…”

In. ERI’S HOUSE.

ERI: “That was Gale’s specially made Golden Armor, he has to pay a fortune every time he uses it.”

GALE: “Fortunately, my dad aided in its creation, he’s basically helped me pay every fight I use it with. But, I also have to pay for it some way, so, here’s the band”

BEA: “Do all of you know about this?”

GALE: “Yes, Remy knew much later though.”

BEA: “Those 5 OF HEARTS, they seem to know my every move…”

GALE: “I’ve never heard of this group, all I’ve been doing with the Golden Armor was to aid the police in shootouts and other stuff.”

BEA: “They seem to have a connection to you too.”

GALE: “Yea, Natalie, she was my ex. She left on her own around like, 6 months ago.”

REMY: “How many exes have you had?”

GALE: “Around five?”

REMY: “No way, this is exactly like Scott Pilgrim!”

ERI: “Remy this is not the time to make obscure movie references!”

REMY: “Guys, hear me out first, okay?”

The band moves in a bit closer to listen to Remy

REMY: “In Scott Pilgrim, Scott was dating this girl named Ramona, but in order to date her peacefully, Scott had to defeat her seven evil exes… Maybe what we are facing now is a Scott Pilgrim situation!”

ERI: “That’s a fictional story! No way that’s real”

BEA: “No, it is real. Scott Pilgrim is a real dude, look him up.”

Eri hastily searches on her computer to find any related stories of Scott

ERI: “No way… The movie is based on a true story?”

REMY: “Yup, but the seven evil exes thing was more or less an exaggeration, yes there were powers but they seldom fought… except for Gideon, they fought with Gideon”

BEA: “So if they know about my thoughts and moves, then they know about my crush with Gale?”

EMI AND REMY (TOGETHER): “YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON GALE?!?!”

BEA: “Was I thinking too loud? I was thinking too loud…”

GALE: “I don’t mind, Bea. In fact, I also kind of like you.”

NARRATOR: “As our beloved Bea turns as red as a strawberry, will we see a love that blooms like a flower? Or end up in a horrible disaster? Tune in next week for Song #2 entitled “Is it too late for love? / Movement”! Has she finally turned into a big boy?”

SONG #1 END

WRITER NOTES

I still don't have designs for the said characters but I do plan on working with other artists to make them visually represented right. Also, there will probably be songs per Song/Chapter, at most two, at least none but I will make sure that there will be one per chapter. There will probably be about 7 chapters, each with a villain and or theme. I would love to treat this like your regular tokusatsu show even though I never planned it to be like that when I planned this out a year ago. Yes, this story a fan made Scott Pilgrim spinoff, but this story will be far separated from the original, this is not a fan made sequel. Think of it like Donbrothers with Zenkaiger...

That's all I wrote! Thank you guys so so much for reading the entirety of BigBoys (working title)

also the monsters are not actually monsters, they're humans with powers

#oc #writing #tokusatsu #script #kamen rider #scott pilgrim #music #super sentai #power rangers #fanfic #fan spin off #writeup #oh yeah baby #scott pilgrim takes off #flash fiction

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subliminalbo · 1 year ago

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Hypnovember Day 3: A Legacy of Slaves

It was rare that Mina Carpenter got involved in matters of school admissions, but even immortals had to stop feasting to salvage an important business relationship from time to time.

The relationship in question was with the Hewitts, a family name so established in Romero that it was almost as old and recognizable as the Carpenters themselves. Hewitt Supercenters (formerly Hewitt Grocery, and even before that Hewitt Five and Dime) were Carpenter State's largest private donor, even owning twenty percent of the land that the school sat on. It was a fruitful partnership that Mina had brokered long before R.J. Hewitt, the current nepo-CEO of the family business, was part of the picture. Now he threatened to fuck the whole thing up.

The news came up from Dean Pierce: Callie Hewitt had accepted a scholarship from Oregon. Fucking Oregon?

Three generations of Hewitts had gotten their undergraduates from Carpenter State University. Their continued attendance was essential in the Carpenter-Hewitt family union that had formed the bedrock of modern Carpenter State. R.J. was making some kind of statement by sending her somewhere else. It was clear Mina would have to take matters into her own hands.

For what it was worth, it was Carmilla Hewitt, R.J.'s wife, who pushed for Oregon. Callie's boyfriend had already signed a letter of intent to play collegiate football there, and Carmilla saw it as a great opportunity to begin cutting ties from "that creepy Carpenter family."

She was silent for most of the ride to campus, only speaking up to voice her displeasure about the visit. "She's already made up her mind, and I think they should respect that."

"I know, hon," R.J. said. "But it's just a courtesy. They'll roll out the red carpet for Cal, throw in the kitchen sink, and we'll listen to Mina's final pitch. But I'll tell her how it is and she'll have to understand. I'm not budging on this."

Carmilla rolled her eyes. R.J. was always his weakest when trying to act strong.

"But why are we even going?" Carmilla asked. "You're giving her an opening. We've already made it clear what Callie wants to do."

"The Carpenters have been good to my family, Carm. We at least owe this to them."

"Don't worry, mom," Callie spoke up from the back seat. "It's my choice and I'm not changing it."

R.J. was right about the kitchen sink. When they arrived to campus they were greeted by a large party of VIP admin, including Dean Pierce. He introduced himself to Callie, apologizing for missing her on her first visit, then shared some friendly words with R.J. Though Carmilla stayed by R.J.'s side for the greeting party, she kept her arms crossed in defiance, offering only a sneer in return to Pierce.

When all the pleasantries were out of the way, Dean Pierce introduced Callie to Mina's assistant, Teresa. She said that she would be showing Callie around campus while her parents met with Mina, and the two groups split off from there.

Carmilla carried her attitude to the Carpenter estate. The large stone mansion stood at the heart of campus and was the oldest building in Romero. The large property was surrounded by a massive steal gate that made it look like a location ripped from gothic horror. Carmilla rolled her eyes at R.J.'s admission that the estate was indeed as impressive as his father always said it was.

"That's the point," Carmilla said. "You're supposed to be impressed."

Carmilla was surprised to find no help inside the large mansion. They were greeted in the foyer by Mina herself in a sharp suit. She was tall, with piercing brown eyes. She stood nearly a foot above Carmilla.

"Come on in," Mina smiled.

The Hewitts followed Mina into the mansion and she began a brief tour of the house, taking them through the long history of the Carpenter family in Romero. After a look at the foyer and the dining rooms, Carmilla finally interrupted.

"With all due respect, Ms. Carpenter, we didn't drive from Stoker for a history lesson."

R.J. laughed, putting his hands on his wife's shoulders as he said, "Of course we're grateful for your time."

Mina's smirk reminded him of Carmilla's.

The tour continued through the kitchen and into the study, Carmilla and Mina trading jabs back in forth as R.J. tried desperately to keep the peace with friendly little chuckles. When they entered a section of the study Mina called the "history room," she pulled R.J. aside to show off his father's lacrosse trophy, leaving Carmilla behind to admire the old artifacts of Carpenter State past: a copy of the university's charter, robes worn at the school's first graduation, a pennant commemorating CSU football's 1952 divisional championship. But one thing in particular stood out to her: a framed newspaper from 1912. The headline read: CARPENTER FAMILY BREAKS GROUND ON ROMERO UNIVERSITY.

Pictured in the photo was a young Alabaster Carpenter, founder of the university, driving a shovel into the dirt. Next to him was a young woman standing respectfully prim, hands crossed low over her stomach. She was dressed in a conservative sort of gown with that stern expression you see in old photographs, but the face was unmistakable.

"Mina?" Carmilla whispered.

"Yes?"

Carmilla spun around to find Mina creeping up behind her. She hated herself for yelping.

"Your husband's waiting for you in the drawing room," Mina said. "There's wine and cheese."

"Okay," Carmilla said, recovering her proud demeanor. "You lead the way."

But Mina didn't move. Instead, she blocked Carmilla's path, tilting her head to the side as if to study the smaller woman.

Finally Mina said, "You're the brains of the family, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Carmilla replied.

Mina's hand shot up, her grip tight around Carmilla's throat. She pushed Carmilla back into the wall, the picture frame cracking behind Carmilla's head. Carmilla brought her hands up to Mina's wrists, but she couldn't wrestle her way out of the woman's grip.

"Look at me," Mina commanded. And through the tears, Carmilla saw two glowing eyes staring back at her. Searing, orange eyes that bathed her in a warmth that washed away every doubt, every fear. This wasn't an assault. It was a baptism.

Mina's hands loosened around Carmilla's neck, but the Carmilla didn't fight back. Her hands fell to her sides. Mina took the chance to admire her: uncommonly youthful for a mortal's age, an absolutely stunning body that defied time. Mina wanted her, Mina needed her.

She leaned in, their lips inches apart, and she whispered, "One last thing to make you mine."

When their lips touched, it felt to Carmilla as if those eyes were burning their way into her soul.

R.J. was texting his wife when she entered the drawing room with Mina. He smiled but she offered no response back, just shuffling her way into the room and plopping down onto the sofa next to him.

"Looks like she was more interested in history than she thought," Mina laughed. "Now what were we talking about, Mr. Hewitt?"

"I was saying," R.J. started, stammering for a moment as he glanced at his wife, who had begun panting heavily. "I was saying...we agree that it's Callie's decision where she goes to college and that's just..."

When R.J. turned back to Mina he found her stripping out of her suit, her angelic skin covered only by a pair of lingerie.

"Good lord,," R.J. breathed. "What are you...?"

A loud moan cut through the room.

Next to R.J., Carmilla was sinking low into the chair, eyes rolling back. She'd pulled her large breasts free from her tight dress and massaged them. She moaned long, heavy moans that R.J. had never heard before.

"Relax, R.J.," Mina whispered softly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch and reaching down to undo the buckle on R.J.'s belt. He was already hard when his cock came free. She took it into her hand and began to pump. "This is how I do business."

"I don't...I don't understand..." R.J. moaned.

"You don't have to," Mina said. "I know Carmilla's the brains of the family, and look at her now. She's just a bitch in heat."

Carmilla released a sharp gasp. "Yes!" she cried. "I'm just...I'm just a dumb bitch in heat, Mistress!"

"Don't you just want to fuck her, R.J.?"

R.J. nodded hungrily.

"You have to ask permission first," Mina commanded.

"May...may I fuck my wife, Mistress?"

"Hmm... I think I'll fuck her for you. I'll be nice and let you watch. Just like your dad watched when I would take your mom. But your grandmother was my favorite. She was the very first soul I ever claimed. See, R.J., I have this way with people. Once I'm inside of them, I never leave. Carmilla is mine now forever, and if she couldn't resist me, how could you?"

"It's true..." Carmilla panted, turning to her husband to reveal empty, white eyes. "I've given my soul to my Mistress to serve as her thrall in this life and every life after...it's your legacy, R.J. Submit with me, darling."

Mina's orange eyes glowed brighter as R.J. came, long ropes spilling out onto the couch. She was annoyed by the mess, but it felt so fucking good to feed. R.J. slumped backward onto the couch, his white eyes signifying his total surrender to her.

She left him there to move over to the real prize, Carmilla. It had been over a hundred years since Mina had any interest in a man, but powerful women? That was her kink.

Standing before Carmilla, Mina slid her panties down her legs. Carmilla licked her lips at the sight of her Mistress' pussy, but Mina held her finger up to stop her.

"Business first," Mina said. "Callie goes to Carpenter State.."

Callie's education was so far from Carmilla's mind now. She blinked, her eyes shining as white as her husband's, and she nodded hungrily, "Anything for my Mistress."

"Perfect," Mina said. Then she took Carmilla by the back of the head and buried her face into her pussy.

#hypnokink #hypnovember #mind control #brainwashed #oc: mina carpenter #hypno story

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bugdogg · 1 year ago

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💬🏳️‍🌈 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 💖🍳 ryu and blanch maybe ?😭srry i rly wanna know more abt them

IS FINE, I GOTTA TALK ABOUT THEM MORE ANYWAY! ^W^

💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.)

For Blanch, she uses "alright" and "whatever" in her speech a lot, but more often she adds unnecessary cursing to her sentences (she often isn't even angry, it's just a habit). She has a very brash or harsh way of speaking and often times the words she uses implies she's pissed off about something.

For Ryu, they use a lot of "uh"s and "um"s in their sentences and also has a habit of going "eh..." when they finish talking. He speaks in a very slow, laid back way and despite how long it takes him to talk he still tends to not be certain in what he's saying.

🏳️‍🌈 - What do they identify as? What are their pronouns?

(mentioning now: all three my ocs are based on me in some way. For me, identity and labels are very confusing, so all of their identities are kinda undefined as I'm still trying to figure it out myself)

I don't really want to label them right now but Blanch's pronouns are she/her and Ryu's pronouns are he/them.

I'd say for like a basic idea of how I view them is Blanch doesn't like labels really and could be agender but she wouldn't call herself that, and Ryu is transmasc!

(actually a good summary, at least for me, is Mizuki: doesn't know, Blanch: doesn't care, Ryu: does know and does care!)

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings?

Blanch probably had a younger sister she used to care for, I think she'd take the older sister role seriously but would have also been a bully, simultaneously. She lost touch w that sibling after moving out, I don't think she and her family get along at all but I'm sure she'd still stalk her sister's socials to make sure she's okay.

Ryu would've been the middle child I think, they keep in touch w their family and I think have a good relationship w their older sibling but a hint of resentment for the younger one. I think if Ryu introduced Ichimatsu to his family they'd all just go "Oh good, you found someone to connect with." and Ryu would just look so tired.

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

Blanch doesn't care for other's opinions on her and never sets out to impress anyone, but I think Choromatsu at least is impressed by her ability to be both insanely hostile and still smart and successful. He'd probably see her as a cartoonish-brute at first but is surprised to see she's actually pretty smart and grows to respect her more, as she also does w him (somewhat).

Choro would often try to impress her I think by trying to one up her in arguments or anything. At first it'd be to try to feed his own ego or feel better about himself, then he'd fail and would actually start trying to impress her. Unintentionally, I think Choro would impress Blanch by being very resilient, something every matsu sorta has but she'd still admire his stupid persistence at trying to win a constantly losing battle.

Ryu tries to impress people by spewing worthless facts... (not really) they don't have any interest in a partner, and, w Ichi and Oso, doesn't feel the need to impress them. Ryu is used to being considered mediocre and has sorta accepted it, he doesn't care to impress people who he doesn't think will ever care so he just talks about things he likes and see's who sticks around to listen.

Ichi and Oso wouldn't care to impress him, I'm pretty sure. All three's dynamic is mostly based around being very chill and just existing together. Maybe occasionally, Ichi would try to do something to get some kind of approval from them but that's about it.

🍳 - How well can they cook?

Blanch is a good cook, she isn't the kind to make some new recipe on the spot or anything but she's memorized how to make some things and is very good at being precise w it. She mostly learned the skills as she started traveling w her bandmates. She already had some skills from making things for her sister back home so she volunteered to make meals when they couldn't afford to eat somewhere and got better as they went.

Ryu can't cook, at all, he can cook things in the microwave, and somewhat follow the directions on the back of the pizza box. But besides that, he doesn't know how to do a lot, and I think they would somehow burn a salad.

#oc #ask tag #sorry i took so long to answeerrrr #thank you for asking about them tho i like thinking about themmmmmm<3<3<3 #i shake them around lovingly

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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Fire (part 2) (Yandere Dr. Danny x GN Reader)

Fire 2 Electric Boogaloo

TW: Obsessive Behaviors, Possessive Behaviors, Mentions of Trauma/PTSD, Ableism (Making fun of a missing eye)

You have been visiting the odd man, who you have learned is called Dr. Daniel Dickens. You never expected to actually end up saving someone from that fire... much less a man who has no parents or family to go to. However, you don't regret a thing. He seems rather kind, if not a bit spacey when it comes to his thoughts. You can't blame him, though, because that fire might have caused some trauma. Perhaps his silent staring is him having flashbacks to it. You made sure to warn the doctor after that thought occurred to you. You wanted to make sure he is okay once he left. Dr. Danny just looked up at you, grinning as he chirped "Oh, I am fine. I have just been thinking about where I will go after this. That building was my home."

Needless to say, now, months after that encounter, you are sitting on the couch in your small apartment, having just brought Danny home from the hospital. Home, as in, to your apartment to stay until he gets back on his feet. You even made sure to visit the store to buy him a few pairs of clothes to wear. You can hear him wander around your apartment, checking everything out. You can't help but giggle a few times when you hear him say things such as "Oh! Is this your room? Sorry! I didn't mean to invade your privacy! I am just trying to figure out the layout of your place!" It is sweet how he seems to be a bit nervous, even though he really shouldn't be. It is not like you are going to hurt him.

Your roommates, Fiona and Jackson, however, are not as pleased. By the time they arrive home, you and Dr. Danny are sitting on the couch together, switching through the television channels. He seems especially interested in a documentary about the latest advancements in eye surgery. You just chalk it up to him being a doctor. Regardless, Jackson takes one look at you two and is upset. He points to to Danny, saying "Really? ANOTHER ONE? (Y/N), we are crowded enough in here as it is! Why would you take someone else in?" Fiona nods, her tone much calmer, but still showing disdain. "Yeah... (Y/N), I remember you saying that this guy doesn't have a place to stay, but really? You could've dropped him off at the homeless shelter downtown."

Dr. Danny stays quiet, seemingly too engrossed in the documentary to say a word, possibly too much so to even notice them. You speak up, saying "I know we are a bit crowded in here... but, look at him! He needs help! I'm not going to leave him, now. I'm the only real confidant he has at the moment." "Where is he going to sleep, (Y/N)? There isn't enough room!" Jackson counters. You instantly reply with a quick "He can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No... I'll sleep on the couch. You need a proper, good night's sleep to rest your eyes at night." You, Jackson, and Fiona all look over to Dr. Danny, who is still staring at the screen. So, he has been listening. He continues "I'll be sure to cause no trouble. I wouldn't dare do so purposely after all that (Y/N) has done for me." He seemingly has to force himself to look away from the screen, turning his head up to your roommates. "What are your names?"

Fiona seems to flinch, before meekly introducing herself "I am Fiona... this is my brother, Jackson." She points to Jackson, who glares down at the man next to you. You have never seen Fiona look so... genuinely shocked before. You are about to speak up, when Dr. Danny continues "It is good to meet you both. I hope my sudden arrival hasn't made me have a negative first impression. I will try to do my fair share of chores as payment for (Y/N)'s generosity." Jackson looks down at you, next, a smug grin on his face as he jokingly says "Well, looks like we found our new butler!" Fiona seems just as unnerved as before, though, looking down at her feet.

The next few weeks are much more lively than normal, to say the least. Jackson has his fun toying with Dr. Danny. He makes him clean the dishes, cook dinner, and all the likes. It gets twice as back when he realizes that he has a missing eye, causing him to tease Dr. Danny about it. Fiona has been hiding in her and Jackson's room more often than she already does, playing her music to drown out the chaos from the rest of the apartment. Meanwhile, you are trying to stop Jackson's relentless teasing and orders and get the poor doctor some time for a break.

This time, you manage to find the two in the kitchen, Dr. Danny cleaning the dishes and Jackson talking rather loudly about pirates. You can tell the joke he is trying to tell. Haha. Pirates have one eye. Danny has one eye. Danny is a pirate. Same old same old... You cut in-between the two of them, causing Jackson to go quiet as you talk. "Jackson... How about you go get groceries and clean the living room tonight? This is my apartment, and we are all supposed to be doing chores. It has been a while since you have done anything. At least Fiona cleans your room. I can help Dr. Danny with the dishes." "But-" "Now. We are running out of milk, bread, pasta, and we need a few more boxes of cereal."

As Jackson scurries off, you look over to Dr. Danny, who is staring at you. It is that exact same stare he always gave you in the hospital. You ask quietly "Are you alright? He has always been an asshole, but never this much of one." He slowly nods. "Yeah. I am a bit used to it." You tilt your head, concern washing over you "How much so...?" Dr. Danny looks down at the dishes, causing you to notice just how much harder he is scrubbing at them with the brush. "Oh... it happened all the time during my childhood. It was worse then, due to me only having an eyepatch. They didn't want to give me a glass eye back then, because the doctors said it would be too expensive for my family, especially considering the follow-up care and the possible need for a new one if I grew out of it. As I said, though, I am used to it. I'm used to worse, actually. It's fine-"

You shake your head, picking up a dish and washing it as you cut him off "No, it really isn't. You shouldn't be used to something like that, much less WORSE than that. I'll be sure to check in on you more often. I'll clean the rest of the dishes. You can go do... Whatever it is you want to do. I can even pay for you to get a coffee from the coffee shop down the street." He grows quiet, again. This time, he seems completely frozen. You stop washing the dishes for a second, asking "Are you okay?"

He is silent, staring at you, again. He ended up getting a few sets of his glass eyes back from the remains of the building, so he has that dark false eye in. Despite it being fake, it seems just as filled with emotion as his real one. You can't quite tell what it is, though, but you don't mind. You can tell it isn't sadness, at least. You chuckle "Dr. Danny, you are staring again. Is something on your mind?" He blinks a few times, shaking his head "Umm... no. Actually, yes. Can you just call me Danny? I already call you (Y/N). I have never been your doctor, either. You don't have to be formal with me." You nod, smiling "Alright, Danny."

He grins, before drying off his hands and going over to the television. You finish up with your dishes, and are about to go sit by Danny, when Fiona peeks her head through her bedroom door. She whisper yells "Psst! (Y/N)... Get over here!"

You frown, wondering what her concern is about. Walking over, you ask "What is it?" "That doctor... I don't trust him! He's odd..." You frown "What has Jackson been telling you?" Her eyebrows furrow "Nothing. I just... when I first saw him, I remembered this newspaper article. I found it online. Let me explain it."

She shows you her computer, which has the article up. Reading it out to you, she explains a very simple story: Dr. Danny went missing in the building, alongside a few others. Then, numerous people went missing. Dr. Danny, Rachel Gardner, and Issac Foster were the only ones who escaped alive from the fire. There were only two bodies found in the building.

You are a bit confused, looking over to her. "What are you trying to get at?" She points to another article "He was Rachel's counselor after her parents' murders. He went missing alongside Rachel. He was a prison counselor for a bit before that, too, with a lot of his patients tearing out their own eyes. Look, I don't mean to sound paranoid or anything, but... What if-?"

You cut her off "Look, if you are going to say that you think Danny is some crazy man with a love for eyes that drives him to violent acts, I am not having it. This is all circumstantial. I am not saying that your little... Investigation is all worthless. I admit, it is odd that a lot of his patients would do something so specific, but a lot of weird things happen. For the Rachel situation, he could've been brought there at the same time as her." She looks over to you, desperation in her eyes "But what about his weird interest in that documentary. He hasn't stopped watching it since he got here. He even recorded it!"

You shrug your shoulders "Everyone has a weird way of coping with things, Fiona. God knows you do, with your obsession with snow after your mountain climbing incident. It could be his way of coping with only being born with one eye. I may not understand it, you may not understand it, Jackson DEFINITELY doesn't understand it... but it could be helping him deal with a lot of stress. So just... leave him be, okay?" Fiona sighs, nodding "If... If he causes trouble, you let me know, okay?" "I will, Fiona. I will even let you tell me that you told me so." She smirks "Good. I will be sure to savor that moment if it occurs."

You stand up, leaving the room and heading off to see Danny. To your surprise, he isn't watching that documentary about eye surgery. Instead, he seems to be looking at his jar of glass eyes. Peeking over his shoulder, you see one eye that is different than the rest. Two irises, one green and one red, pushed together in an unnatural way, making it look almost like there are two eyes shoved into a single glass ball to make it. It is both disturbing, but pretty in its own way... The most disturbing part is just why he would have a glass eye like that. Isn't the purpose of a glass eye to fit in?

He suddenly turns, grinning at you, causing you to flinch. You were caught red-handed. You open your mouth with the intent to explain yourself, only for him to laugh. "There is no need to be scared! I am happy that you are so intrigued by my collection. I was worried that you would be frightened by it." You shake your head "No... I am interested. That one looks rather pretty, if not a bit different than the rest." You point to the green and red eye, watching as his gaze locks onto it. "Yes... I love that one. It is my favorite! I feel as though I don't quite act like myself without it in. However, I understand that people are a bit... Unnerved when I wear it." You tilt your head, nodding slowly. "Well... Whenever we are the only two people in the apartment, or the only people up, you can put it in. My home, my rules."

He hums, that strange look coming back to his eyes. "I am happy to hear that... You are so kind." He places the jar next to him on the couch, asking "May I keep my collection in your room? I want to make sure our roommates are not disturbed by it." "Of course, Danny! If only you allow me to look at them. I won't touch them, of course. Just look." "Certainly."

The sound of Jackson returning home in his car comes from outside. Danny seems to grow tense. Not the nervous sort of tense, but the type of tense that expresses anger or annoyance. The soft smile on his face remains, however, albeit a bit strained. "(Y/N)? I hate to ask, but may I sleep in your room, tonight? I want to go to bed early, but I do not want to take up space on the couch, in case someone wishes to use it." You nod slowly, staring at the door. "Sure. I'll be sure to talk to Jackson about his behavior, too."

Danny stands up, walking over to your room. Before he enters, he says to you "Don't worry. I will be sure to talk to him about it, as well."

#angels of death #angels of slaughter #satsuriku no tenshi #Dr. Danny #dr danny #dr daniel Dickens

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waiting-on-a-dream · 1 year ago

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"W-where are we, Eiji-san?.."

Eiji tries to answer Miki's question and he really wants to give her an answer, but.. he doesn't know.

This place definitely looks like Milgram, no, it must be Milgram, but it feels so.. different from their prison.

When they woke up, seeing each other already made them feel like something is wrong because of them having two separate rooms, but this time they woke up in the same one. It also looked nothing like their rooms.

What makes this prison feel especially different from their Milgram is.. well, the prisoners. They look calmer than their prisoners, maybe a bit more sad rather than angry, though both guards know that they should still be careful around them, especially some guilty ones.

Miki already feels sorry for them. Eiji is already excited to see them in even more pain. And also, there's no sight of Kei anywhere!.. Which makes him both happy and worried at the same time.

Not explaining anything, Eiji gathers everyone and takes a look at them before finally starting to introduce himself and his partner.

"So, you guys are the prisoners here, aren't you?" He looks at those who were obviously voted guilty one more time. "Haha, looks like you've had to go through a lot. Well, it's only gonna get worse from here."

He takes a step back and points to himself.

"My name is Sanada Eiji." And then he points to Miki who is still shaking and looking around, trying to understand what's going on. "This is my partner and the second guard, Andou Miki."

The girl lowers her head and quietly says "H-hi".

"I don't know why we're here and how we got here, since we had to judge other people before this and our prison looked different from yours, but if we have to do this, well, we will do our very best."

Eiji just hopes that he'll be able to impress whoever controls this prison if he wasn't able to impress the people behind his own.

"U-um!" Miki tries to speak louder and Eiji actually gives her a chance to talk to the prisoners herself. "S-so, um, if that's okay with everyone, m-maybe we could try to get to know each other better?.."

The prisoners stare at the new guards for a long moment before Kiyoshi breaks out of his stupor and laughs. "Okay, I don't know what's going on, but I'll go first. Hello, wardens, my name is Miyahara Kiyoshi. Um, I'll do my best my best to cooperate," he looks back at the rest of the prisoners as if encouraging them to follow suit.

"Before that, what happened to Haruto?" Noa pipes up, worriedly grasping at her skirt. "He's our original guard. White hair, earrings maybe. Did you see him?"

"I'm more interested in finding out how they even got here. Did anyone hear anything weird last night? Surely they didn't teleport here, right?" Yui squints her eyes at the new arrivals.

"Ah, before we bombard them with questions, how about doing as they say and introduce ourselves first?" Kiyoshi tries to focus everyone on one task. He looks at Haku, likely to be the most cooperative one after him.

Haku shrugs and goes along with it, turning to look Eiji in the eye. "Endo Haku, a high school student. Please take care of me."

"You're all...being so noisy." A voice rings out.

Every prisoner hushes immediately, heads turning to the lady in the corner of the room.

"Didn't you hear him? He said things are only going to get worse from here. How can you bother to even cooperate with him after hearing that?" Mayumi mutters annoyedly.

"Mayumi-san-" Kiyoshi begins.

She gets up and leaves the room.

#not eiji being a suck up even after waking up in an unfamiliar milgram 😭😭😭#I felt like making Mayumi the most uncooperative prisoner :D take that how you will #sanada eiji #andou miki #prisoner 009: miyahara kiyoshi #prisoner 008: watanabe noa #prisoner 006: sasaki yui #prisoner 005: endo haku #prisoner 010: okura mayumi #interactions

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heart-wit-strength · 2 years ago

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So, I suppose I have a Sashannarcy Aladdin AU now that I never knew I needed but I'm obsessed with it

Anne's eyes sparkled and her mouth slightly opened agape. The princess her heart had longed so much to have another sight of stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in her regal robe, gazing down at her. Anne gave her a toothy smile, Marcy was just as pretty as Anne had seen her be when they first met in the Bazaar, disguised as a commoner, escaping from the royal guards. The only thing missing was her wide enthusiastic grin which was rather tiny and the added pigment of tiredness in her eyes.

"That's her?" Sasha whispered in her ear. Anne bite her lip and nodded with a blush. "Dang, you weren't kidding, she is cute." The disguised Genie in armor smirked and gave her an encouraging shove in the back. "Make your move."

"Hi." The thief-turned-princess waved awkwardly. Marcy's eyebrow raised in amused curiosity as she politely waved back and began making her way down the stairs. Apparently, the hem of her robe caught the heel of her shoe and she lost her balance.

"Whoa-!" The princess grunted several times as she tumbled down the stairs. Sasha winced, Anne rushed over to help her up. "I'm okay!" She assured, jumping to her feet and dusting herself off nervously. "S-Sorry, you had to see that."

"Hey, happens to the best of us. Those shoes have got some heels, ami'right?" Anne scratched the back of her neck with a chuckle. "Good to see you agai...ah, I mean, finally, miss."

"Thank goodness." She muttered in relief and bent forward in courtesy. "Marcy Wu Leviathan of Newtopia." Anne nodded and smiled knowingly.

She felt Sasha pinch her from behind. "Bow and introduce yourself like a lady, dumbass."

"Nice...nice to meet you, Lady Marcy." Anne quickly knelt and took her hand to kiss the ring on her finger. Marcy squinted, surprised for a moment by the deep gesture of the other Princess. Sasha smacked herself. "I'm Ann…ie, Annie. Princess Annie of uhh…" she quickly tried to think of something. "Wartwood! Surely you've heard of me."

"Wartwood, huh?" Marcy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Strange. Never heard of the place, don't get me wrong. I've never actually seen it appear on the map."

"It's fine. Probably not on the old maps." She leaned over to Sasha to whisper, "gonna have to fix the maps later."

"And this charming fella is your…?" Marcy gestured at the fair blond girl dressed in metal armor armed with a pink sword. Sasha grinned and bowed.

"Just a humble servant. A bodyguard to assist her highness."

"Sasha's my bestie from back home." Anne said gleefully, tugging her closer by the arm. The disguised Genie blushed bashfully and cleared her throat.

Marcy smiled sweetly and stepped closer. "Lovely. I saw you lift up the camels as you cheerlead your way here. Quite impressive strength you've got." Sasha blushed and stiffened up as the princess was almost too close, squeezing playfully onto her hefty bicep. "I would love to watch you do it again, Sasha."

Sasha huffed and folded her arms. "Watch me do a triple next time." Marcy burst into a giggle and turned back to Anne.

"I like your escort, Lady Annie. My father would look forward to doing business with you."

Anne's eye twitched, exchanging a confused look with Sasha. "Um… business?"

"That's why you're here, right?" Marcy asked as she began to recognize the matter. "Seventy five golden camels you brought, along with ninety-five white Persian monkeys, peacocks, servants and what not-" she turned, her tone turned to a rather grim one as she gave them a skeptical look. "The way you came here, anyone would assume you seem more intent on doing business than impressing me." She leaned against a pillar, fiddling with a shiny purple die that was initially unseen before. "Did you and your escort plan this show-off, try lure me with presents or…?"

"Oh, no, I-I think you're mistaken. We just assumed everyone liked presents!"

She flung the die and enclasped it in her fist with a grimace. "In general? Perhaps. For marriage intents? Just makes you come out like any other suitor thinking of me as a gold-digger type. Don't you think, mi'lady?"

Anne looked questionably at Sasha and dragged her over to a corner. "Dude, what the heck? You said she'd be impressed, she sounds rather offended."

Sasha shrugged cluelessly. "Well, I tried? Did you really have to yearn for this big brain? She's playing the tricks back on us. I could try scaring her into it if you want."

"Don't you dare try and enforce her, I can face the music on my own." Anne proclaimed, Sasha shrugged. They peeked back to see a distracted Marcy, tossing her die on the table which rolled a 15, humming to herself. Anne sighed and approached her. "Apologies for my flippant assumption," she began quietly. "I honestly can't blame you for not liking it, probably would've felt the same way in your place and I… ugh! None of this was a good idea to begin with, forget you ever saw me, I'll just get out of your hair."

"Whoa, wait," Marcy raised a hand, an eased expression on her face. "I didn't tell you to leave, jeez, are you always this hard on yourself?"

"Dude, tell me about it." Sasha leaned over Anne's shoulder and poked her sides who sighed and spoke up.

"We hardly know each other yet, don't we? I don't really know what things you like, but I'd like to." Marcy gazed into her eyes, the eyes that had been giving her a sense of familiarity all along, a tiny knowing smile formed on her face and she nodded. Her heart swore she'd seen this girl before. "So, what do you like?"

"Hmm… I like to read. We have the biggest library in the castle," she spread her arms in a demonstrating gesture. "And I love playing Flipwart, my favorite game of all time. Not to brag but I'm kind of literally a champion." She finished and puffed up her chest with a smirk.

"Ooh…great," Anne muttered cluelessly, never really having learned either of those things it was gonna be hard. "Well, not sure how much I'd be able to help but I'd be more than happy to accompany you still."

Marcy's eyes sparkled, never really having been asked to be accompanied before to her interests, not by anyone but her father.

A pink blush traced upon her cheeks as she tugged her hair behind her ear. "Really? I'd… love that." She slowly took Anne and Sasha's in hers to take them with her. "Come, come, I wanna show you our big library, it's just downsta-" she never finished as her heel bent, tripping and stumbling down the stairs again, taking the two other girls down with her.

#diversity win! the local street rat & the princess & the genie are all polyamorous and in love #amphibia #amphibia fanfiction #Aladdin AU #Sashannarcy #marcanne #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu

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itaintvictoria · 2 years ago

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Attention | SHINee Key x OC

Summary : She knows how to strain his patience to zero, just to eases it back again, by demanding his attention.

Pairing : SHINee Key x older!OC

Warning : Mild suggestion, nothing too blunt, tbh.

A/N : First fiction on tumblr because i was watching his old (like, 2009's old lol) reality show titled "Raising Idol". Just watch it on youtube guys. It's fun, it's so fucking old that the quality of the video max 240p and it made me nauseous, and our cutie Chef Key together with his tEaCher SHIN YIRANG NOONA IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE LIKE-

Anyways, any Indonesian here? bcs i also posted this a long time ago on https://shiningstory.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/on-top/, If anyone interested to read the Indonesian version of the fic :)

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Kim Kibum supported his head which was starting to feel heavy, with his hand. While his other hand was busy gripping the car steering wheel— he started looking for a way out. Get out of this car, sure, but THIS is his car.

Because if this continued, he would consider contacting one of his friends that works in YPCS*.

Or fuck it, he'd just call Jinki. He knew what to do in this situation.

Like, hell. This (awfully) happened a lot in their old married dating life. Her strong minded personality could match his own. Meanwhile, his 'i will do it my way' attitude is still considered taboo by the girl. Such a bad impression, they once thought about each other, after the two were introduced as student and teacher pairs on the show.

Even since the first time they met —what's the name of the show again? Rising-Dol? Rising Idol? Raging Idol—

Anyways.

“Jeez, are you going to keep quiet like this?” her voice pulled him back to reality.

Kibum shifted on his seat slightly, his eyes pierced sharply toward the girl in front of him. If he was a psycho, he would just cover her mouth with a cloth and then lock her in the basement in a instant.

Kim Kibum hates noisiness sometimes.

Even though he must admit, it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself smiling again whenever he sees this girl.

"Oh you don't want to talk now, huh? Right, just drop me here, Kibum. Thank you for the invitation, the musical was really good," the girl unfastened her seat belt, "…your acting with Dana-sunbae is really good, I'm so amazed, really."

The girl opened Kibum's car door and got out, still swallowing her ego. Kibum found himself stunned again, analyzing the events that were spinning before his eyes. And sure enough, before the girl could walk any further to get out of the basement of his apartment, Kibum stepped on the gas and the car accelerated suddenly. It speed up so fast, until he slammed the brakes. The car stopped abruptly right in front of his girlfriend. The screeching sound of his car's tires rubbing against the basement floor pulled the girl back from her shocked state.

"What the fuck—KIM KIBUM YOU FUCKING PSYCHO— were you really going to kill me—”

“—was about to, just get the fuck in my car.”

That sly smile began to appear on Kim Kibum's face. The man bent down and opened the car door.

"What are you-"

“I said come in, Noona.” came his mocking voice on the last word.

Like magic, she complied. It sucked, okay. It took days for her to build a big wall between herself and Kim Kibum yet, he broke it down in just one second. She was suddenly greeted by Kibum's arms wrapped around his upper body. But there's nothing crazier when the younger man suddenly pressed his cheek right against her chest.

She was about to slap the sassiness away from him when her boyfriend's deep, husky, voice stopped her.

“Twelve kissing scenes— three of them were deep kisses yes— but most of them were just a peck, come on. One bed scene and promise you, nothing nasty in reality. It was just acting, it was fake. Not that I would think about it seriously."

He straightened his back, facing her again. "Now you're acting like a little brat and i don't like it. Not a bit," he moved his face to the side of her neck, as he murmured "...didn't you say I'm always the one who's immature? You're starting to make me think you're jealous...and want us to have the same thing."

The girl was busy hiding the blush that had started to appear on her cheeks. She swore, she didn't think that far.

Then why she didn't want to move an inch from him?

Kibum's lips twitched up. "Or...do you actually want to?”

Not letting anything out from her mouth, he connected his lips to hers. Now, how did she back out?

“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled, locking her hands with one of his hands while the other gripped tightly on the back of her neck, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. It's your first time, anyway."

*YPCS : You & Me Psychological and Consultation Services (a couple consultation clinic in SK)

#fanfiction #kpop #shinee #shinee fanfic #shinee scenarios #shinee imagine #shinee key #kim kibum #keyland #lil freak #oc #original character #shin yirang #raising idol #shawols

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cersworld · 3 years ago

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cue: panic

cast: idol!jungwon x reader ft. enhypen, txt, etc.

what happens when yang jungwon has to go back to school? will he make friends or will he hate everyone and hide in a little corner every chance he gets to get away from everyone? all we know is that he will, most definitely, get kicked where the sun doesn't shine.

warning(s): vivid mentions and descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks, trespassing, misgendering, illegal and unprofessional tattoos and piercings, vivid mentions and descriptions of suicidal thoughts and ideation, etc.

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your hands sweat as you nervously wring them out. after the school had found out you were friends with yang jungwon, they had put you on homework delivery duty. however, what they didn’t know, or refused to acknowledge, was the fact that you had been trying your best to keep contact with the cute, dimpled boy to a minimum. yet, here you were, ringing his doorbell and waiting patiently as you heard footsteps pad towards you from inside.

"su-" the person starts before furrowing her brows as she makes eye contact with you, "oh, hello!"

you stand there, slack-jawed and stunned. the face you had seen glimpses of on multiple magazines and ads was now standing in front of you.

"h-hi" you stutter, hands meeting behind your back as you awkwardly fumbled for words, not daring to look her in the eyes as your breathe hitched repeatedly, "i- um, i- here f-for….jungwon?"

she smiled warmly at you, tilting her head and waiting patiently for you to finish before asking, "and what's your name?"

"oh, uhh" she's asking for your name. holy shit the hot girl wants to know your name?! "y- y/n."

"alright." she said softly before leaning back and yelling, "oi, won! y/n’s here to see you!"

you heard some rumbling from somewhere in the house before a voice screeched, "what?! y/n?!"

and that was when another, much deeper voice was heard gasping, "omg! tattoo queen's here?! lemme see!" and then there was thumping as what seemed to be a giant started approaching.

yet, before he could even get a word in, the girl in the doorway scowled at him, "fuck off, riki."

the giant visibly deflated, mumbling a "yes, ma'am" before walking away again.

she glanced back at you before explaining, "sorry, riki doesn't really know how to act and we don't wanna scare you away." she snorted before continuing as she leaned on the doorway, "when i first came over, the kid almost had me wishing i'd never come back, we don’t want the same thing to happen to you. oh, but don't worry, he means well, but he's really bad at making good first impressions."

"ahhh." you let out a hum, nodding, understandable.

luckily, before the awkward silence could settle in, yang jungwon comes stumbling down the stairs, hair still damp from what you were guessing was a shower as he smiled at you, "hi! what are you doing here?"

you let an awkward smile make its way into your face as you gesture to the bag on your back, "i'm just here to drop off your homework and…stuff."

he lets out a groan at the word 'work' before moving out of the doorway to let you in. the action causes you to panic as you look at the insanely stunning girl standing behind him, stuttering, "oh no, i'm only- i- just dropping off…."

jungwon tilts his head before softly grabbing your hand, pulling you inside before you can run away, mumbling a gentle, "i missed you." as he gave your hand a little squeeze before letting go and stepping away. "lemme just go and quickly dry my hair, yeah?" he said before turning and making his way back up the stairs.

nooo. jungwon! don't leave me! you couldn’t help but internally screech as the girl now smiles at you, leading you to a couch as she introduces herself as sunghoon’s girlfriend. she's his girlfriend?! what?! where did he even find her?! i am never doubting that guy again.

you don't say anything as the both of you get wrapped up in awkward silence once again. not really knowing what to say and starting to panic as you feel your hands start to sweat and breathing start to stutter. you can do this y/n, she's just a really...really pretty girl.

"so, whats it like dating sunghoon?" you ask, biting your lip as you watch the girl turn to you to smile warmly.

she opens her mouth to start talking but is quickly interrupted by that riki guy as he jumps up from behind the couch, effectively surprising you and making you stumble away as shock and panic takes over your system before you can stop it.

"oh my god, don't even get me started on these two," the boy groans as he looms over you, "they’re so lovey dovey it's disgusting, seriously."

he fakes a gag but all you can hear is white noise as you start to hyperventilate. fuck. fuck. fuck fuck.

"get away from me!" you rasped as the two tried getting closer to you, both looking concerned as they watched you stumble back into the coffee table. "fuck. c- ca-"

the girl's eyes suddenly widened in realisation before she turned to riki, "hey, do us a favour and open all the windows?" she said softly, the boy nodding as she made her way to you, circling her arms around your head as she simultaneously pulled it to rest on her shoulder.

and suddenly all you could hear was your rapid heartbeat as a cold breeze entered the house, hitting you directly in the face and forcing you to inhale it, over and over again. the girl around you was silent, refusing to pat your back, as if she knew it would only cause you to choke up and start hyperventilating again.

you felt the nails that you had unconsciously let dig into the skin of your upper arm, loosen as someone pulled them into their own hands.

you stayed like that for a while, staring blankly out the window as you occasionally squeezed the hand holding yours, not realising your nails were unconsciously clawing at their arms as if they were your own.

and later on, when you'd break away from the embrace to find a cute yang jungwon smiling down at, and fiddling with, the rings on your fingers, you couldn’t help but smile. as the boy fussed over your arms, rubbing ointment and q-tips over the bleeding scratches you had given yourself, you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

as the boy glared down at the sparkling acrylics his friend had bought you, discreetly tugging at them as he mumbled a soft, "this is why you should've let me get you acrylics instead of that bitch."

you couldn’t help but think to yourself, what am i so scared of?

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen edits #enha #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fics #enhypen jungwon #enhypen social media au #jungwon imagines #jungwon enhypen #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x reader

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)

(part 1)

summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought. unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous

Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once. It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.

“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.

"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.

"You went there? Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."

"So now you say 'she'?"

Realization dawned on Tony’s expression. "Ahh, I get it. You're not used to a female tailor. Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.

Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that. "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"

"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all. The eye candy part is just gravy."

"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.

"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."

"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors. Makes it hard to be stealthy."

"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.

"Is that what you did?"

Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately. "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."

“What’s it to you, man? I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.

“What? No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.

“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky. “You looooooove her!”

"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.

"No, it's good for you! She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"

Sam laughed heartily. "Stark, you read too many comic books."

"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.

Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay. "Depends. How hot is she?"

"Mega," Tony smirked confidently. "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"

"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned. "I'm leaving. And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”

As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”

Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone. It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.

But once he knew you were going to call? Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.

A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you. Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long. He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.

“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.

You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone. Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.

“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.

His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way). “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”

You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated. “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”

“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.” Was it too forward? Too obvious? And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?

“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me. If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look. But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”

He was not at all ready for you to see his room. No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.

“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently. Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else. “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots. “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”

"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted. “What size are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly. “And socks, of course. And some watches, maybe? And pocket squares."

"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.

“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too. I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”

“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.

“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.

There it was again; that jealousy. He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either. As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.

Worse, his gut was less innocent. Mine, it demanded, all mine. Nobody else’s.

He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret. You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.

He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space. Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.

"So, what do you think?"

I think you look so damn good from every angle. I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again. I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve. I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.

You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality. “Helloooo?”

Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit. The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent. Most of all, your talent was undeniable. "I think it's beautiful."

You smiled proudly. "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"

"Honestly? I feel a bit… out of place. I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."

"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.

He frowned, convinced this was all flattery. "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."

"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier. Sometimes you're only a man. And every man should own a fine suit."

It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.

“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts. “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”

Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.

“I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger. “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel. But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”

“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck. The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.

“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.

“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.

“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”

“Not pretentious?”

“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”

“And what looks are those?”

“Um… good? Good looks?”

He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now. Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.

But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you? You had to. You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something. You’re obviously very attractive.”

Bucky cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, thanks.” He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow. You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.

“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted. He selected the solid gold one, making you smile. “I knew you’d pick that one.”

“How?”

“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket. Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter. Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.

He looked better in this ensemble than he expected. This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version. If only he actually wanted to go to parties.

You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.

"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.

I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.

"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie. And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled. Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice. It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.

Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary. Just imagining it had his heart racing.

“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.

“Really? Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”

“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”

He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).

“We talked about you, actually,” you added.

“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan. So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”

“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.

Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.

“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.

“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him. He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.

“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.

“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed. “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”

Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.

“I— um, I was just—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”

“I’m not the first?!”

“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated. It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”

“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.

“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”

“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”

You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small. “Why not? You know how he is. Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”

Bucky winced. “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”

“What if I wanted him to?”

He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry. You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.

“So it’s true then? You and him…?”

“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not. Nothing’s ever happened between us. I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”

“Generally? Is there an exception?”

You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question. “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”

“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all. Never say never.”

And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him. Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.

“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”

Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt.

“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.

He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.

“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.

You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something.

"I know I certainly haven't. And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.

You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.

“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong. Mind if I do your inseam again?”

His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways. "Uh, go ahead…"

You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly. That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you. “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”

"M-my apologies," he whispered.

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.

When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered. Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.

“I’m gonna take it out now, okay? I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.

"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one. “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”

You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you. “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…” You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him. “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.

“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”

You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.

"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.

Flirting, he wasn’t so good at. Conversation in any form typically stressed him out. But this? This he was still pretty good at. And he’d never wanted it so bad before.

When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.

"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly. "Now look over there at that mirror. Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."

You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length. Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get. God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.

In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh. This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.

“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection. “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet. Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”

As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.

“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand. “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”

“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.

“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it. I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”

“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.

He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.

“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”

WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.

"What material is this skirt made of?"

"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."

"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."

Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.

"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra. If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.

After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.

"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess. You liked sucking me off that much?"

"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."

He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit. "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.

"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."

“Did you… think about me? After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.

“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality. “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”

His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it. “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.

“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.

“Show me how,” he demanded. “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”

Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.

“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you? You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”

You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.

“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”

“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”

He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).

“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”

“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.

“More? Sure you can take it?”

You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first. He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop. You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you. It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything. It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.

“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.

“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”

He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up. He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.

Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you. “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs. Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it. Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.

“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.

“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you. He was happy to oblige.

Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk. "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed. You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own. "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"

You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.

"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you? I swear I could die happy right now."

"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.

He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again. Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.

"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.

"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet. I want you inside me first."

"And what about what I want, hm? What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.

"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.

Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go. His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you. At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.

Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left. He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.

Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout. He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.

He went slow, but he didn't stop either. He wanted to test you just a little. He wanted to stretch you open.

"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"

"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.

You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in. He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet. You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.

It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."

He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time. You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine. He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this. Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on. Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right? Ideally a good enough time to call him again?

He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes. Look how pretty you look like this."

He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.

"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"

"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, pretty girl. Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"

And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment. Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.

“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly. “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become. When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment. Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.

"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"

"No, not even close," you moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.

"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good. Don't stop."

He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace. It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different. You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.

"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want? Wanna be full of my come?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"

"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly. "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"

He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.

"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"

It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected. He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever. He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.

He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."

You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened. To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.

Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace. He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh. “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.

“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.

“And more,” you giggled. “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work. You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response. Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him. Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong. You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.

“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his. “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine? Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”

You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed. “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”

He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now. Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context. And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up. “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”

“I want you,” you confirmed.

You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence. A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable. Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.

Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something. "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."

You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest. "Um, yeah, that would be nice."

"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.

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