#only drink water when I feel like a deer in headlights

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Drinking water is such a prey animal instinct fr fr .

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Where the hell have you been ... all my life ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader )

summary : when a pretty woman shows up at the bar well there's a questions on rooster lips only to find out she not that much of a stranger

warning : fluffy as hell it since my bet on it series been angsty as hell , age gap 10 years , fast burn because this rooster is a hopeless romantic

Friday a beautiful day of the week , one that signified the start of the weekend , one of sleeping in and being lazy . one of not training recruits or test flights  it was glorious day of the week and what made it better was having a drink or two after long hard week .  The perfect place to do such a thing was the hard deck of course a place  he know  all his life , fond memories that laced in it walls  and now he was following foot steps of the greatest men in his life . something surreal about being back even though he’s been here years now.  In all his memories and all his life though he never saw the place as busy as it was shit he couldn’t even see the bar at all as his fellow naval officers crowds the space excitedly. 

“ hey bradshaw got you a beer “ nat held the bottle up as he noticed the rest of the bar was empty , women tag chaser sitting at vacant table eyeing up the men that weren’t paying attention . 

“ penny have a deal on or something ?” he took the beer his head tilt wondering what the commotion could be . 

“some thing like that ?” she snorted as she looked to see her fellow dagger squad members coming back pouting like children . 

“ what’s wrong with you  guys “ 

“ we couldn’t get to talk to her long , jake did though” javy rolled his eyes . 

“ yeah she rejected him “ fanboy snorted . 

“ she did not reject me , all she said was she busy which she is “ the blonde shrugged . 

“ a girl all of this over a girl” he laughed wavy his arm in the direction of  the crowd . 

“ a very hot girl even bob went up “ payback smirked.

“ what are you highschoolers “ rooster snorted . 

“ once you see her man you will understand” was all jake said before he and guys  spilt into teams . 

He hated it , hated how right jake was because when the crowd started to push back either reject or fear of rejection he caught the sight of a woman that made his throat dry up and his mouth water all in one hell if he knew that’s what was waiting at the bar all this time he would of climbed his fellow navy brothers.  Everything was perfection from those eyes that sparkle or a smile warm enough to rivaled  the sun . maybe he was a highschooler because the moment his eyes hit hers well fuck he almost swallowed the bottle whole , glass and all .  He didn’t listen to his friends  “ told you so “ or  much of anything as  he strolled leisurely over to the bar or though he thinks he did .  he watch and waited his turned how he was almost  a goofy grin on his face as he watched her laugh and joke with the older men trying to relive their youth til that smile was directed at him , how  he went from wow to deer in headlights real fast . not wanting to screw it up or make a fool of himself as she got closer and closer. 

“ what can  i get you “ she smiled nearly melting him into the seat and he sighed out his order. 

Sitting on the seat he turned to see an older guy nodded and winking before nudging his head  in her direction as bradley grimaced turning his attention to anything but . it was the beer it had to be the alcohol to why words where failing him . then she came back handing his beer bright smile once more before asking him if he needed anything else which at that point he should of said “ no thank you “ but instead he asked : 

“ i need to know where the hell you’ve been…  all  my life” .

He could feel the cringe of his own words and action building throughout  , cursing his brain and mouth for betraying him in such a way and yet astonishingly  she didn’t throw a drink  in his face or tell him get the hell out but instead she broke out into laughter .

“ on the ground  while your in the sky flyboy “ she called before heading to serve another patron . 

“ how you know i’m a fly boy “ he asked turning her attention back to him . 

“ because i know flyboys all my life can tell em a mile away “ she shrugged . 

“ parents in the navy ? or family member… please don't say a husband or boyfriend  “ he winked. 

“ nah none of that .. my dad is … speak of the devil “ she nodded to the door as he turned wondering which of his higher ups produced one of the most beautiful women he’s ever known to exist only for that smile to falter the moment his eyes clapped on pete mitchell . 

“ Mav.. oh my god y/n “ he gasped  .

 “ how you know my name?” her head tilted making her look even more adorable in his eyes . 

“ see you bumped into bradley , whats it been ten years since you seen each other” pete smiled proudly seeing the two together . 

“so that’s where i was all your life growing up “ she snorted . 

“ yeah not my proudest moment … should let me take you dinner make it up “ .

“ don’t you mean catch up “ pete asked as penny stood knowing smile looking between the two . 

“ whatever gets her to say yes to dinner and i stop looking like an idiot “ . 

“ wouldn’t want that “ she amused smile on her face . 

“ actually its quiet here so why don’t you get off early since start of your first night was so crazy “ penny winked . 

“ ok let me grab my stuff “  she shrugged . 

“ i’ll say by to my friends “ he nodded.  “ especially jake” he added almost bouncing to his group . 

“ what just happened “ pete scratched the back of his neck . 

“ just fate unfolding before your eyes ” penny smirked as she handed him a beer. 

The smile on his face , nothing could take it off not even bagman when he got to his friends . 

“ she turn ya down listen chicken i’ll take care of her” he snickered . 

“ i got a date see you tomorrow, maybe not ..” he went to turn only for them to crowd him.

“ how you get a date .. shit i should of went up  “ the blonde cursed . 

“ funny thing actually  i know her well last time i saw her was when she was a kid … that doesn’t sound good anyways she grown up and hot … “ 

“ stop talking before i call the cops “ nat grimaced. 

“ it’s not like that you sicko  , i mean is this is gonna be my future wife i can already tell so i’ll  keep you updated especially bagman and i’ll see you later “ he almost sang as he headed to where she was waiting . 

“ you ready to go old man ?” she asked walking out ahead of him . 

“ hey i’m not that old” he called after her the big smile on his face said he didn’t care . 

“ rooster gonna be my son in law isn’t he” pete sighed as he watched the two disappear out into the night .

“ i mean your already like a father figure in his life why not add in law at the end of it “ penny nudged him excited to see the story unfold .

He couldn't believe the shift in his night , he wanted to pinch himself to see if it was real that was til he felt the sting on his forearm . 

“ did you just pinch me ?” he chuckled . 

“ yeah i was asking where are we going ?” she laughed . 

“ oh yeah i should of asked where would you like huh?  “ he smiled nervously . 

“ here give me your phone “ she rolled her eyes taking it from him hand putting in her own address unaware to him . 

“  so what made you come to san diego and your mom how is she ?” he asked softly . 

“ mom is good married to another mom lila ,   oh and i came to go college and hopefully become a doctor dad’s trying to get me to  work on base but i told him it not how that works “ she rolled her eyes .

“ i knew it .. about your mom i mean her and Mav never made sense plus i’ve seen her eye up some of the moms  at your plays and stuff “ he exclaimed making that beautiful melody that was her laugh. 

“ dude you never realized  that my mom and Mav were never actually together it was just to my grandfather happy  and me a product of too many drinks and experimentation which honestly i wish my mom took to her grave , my dad got me and to look like he was well getting his shit together but well he’s pete mitchell that only last so long “ . 

“ now that you say it i never saw them be a couple like buddies at best “ his brows furrowed. 

“ he had more sexual tension with ice than he did my mom ,  but my mom is happiest she been in year and mama lila is awesome  all about vibes and auras  while my mom is still navy seriousness they balance each other out “ she explained . 

“  so navy baby with peace and love  turns out to be a doctor ?”he chuckled. 

“ healing hands bradshaw  best booboo helper since pre k “ she winked. 

“ working in the hard deck ?” 

“ oh that’s just help penny out since she my step mom” . 

“ hey you got all these moms and i got no parents ? no fair share with orphan ?” he poke her sides making her burst into eruptions of giggles .  “ wait where are we?” he asked looking around to see nothing but houses .

“ well you never said where we were going so i thought my place so i can make you food instead … i mean you are my future husband if i heard correctly “ she got out of the car coy smile on her face. 

“ wait your heard that .. oh shit i was just .. i didn’t … “ 

“ are you coming or not ?” she called . 

“ yes ma’am “ 

@shanimallina87 something fluffy since my bet on it series is in sad stage

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Night In

Summary: You and your best friend Noah have a criminal minds marathon night, but he seems to be having a hard time focusing.

Warning: smut. Pure filth. Dom!Noah, fingering. Swearing.

A/N: best friend Noah has me in a fucking choke hold. SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!🤪 it’s literally 2AM and this scenario popped into my head. I had to get it out before I went to sleep, because I definitely would have forgotten it by the time I woke up. Please enjoy. Let me know what you think 😉❤️

The sound of the water cascading down the tiled walls enveloped the bathroom like a warm hug, steam rising to blur the edges of the world outside the small sanctuary. I sighed contentedly, enjoying the solitude after a hectic day of work. The rhythm of the water was soothing, and I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift.

“Hey, Noah!” I called out, leaning my head back into the cascading water. “Can you come in here for a sec?” I heard his footsteps approach, the familiar creak of the bathroom door creaking open, punctuating the hush of the steam-filled room. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice smooth as it always was.

“Are you down for a Criminal Minds marathon tonight?” I asked, grinning to myself. It had quickly become a ritual of ours, binging on crime dramas and rolling our eyes at the absurdities of the plotlines while eating popcorn and drinking a few. “Yeah I’m down,” his voice had a slight edge to it, like he was only half-listening. I peeked through the steamed up glass, briefly catching a glimpse of him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking especially relaxed in his faded gray t-shirt.

“Great! I can’t wait to see The way you squirm at the creepy parts. It’s priceless,” I teased, letting out a laugh. Noah chuckled, but there was something else behind that laugh—a lingering silence that felt heavy in the air. I glanced over, curiosity piqued, and noticed he was staring, his gaze fixed on the glass shower walls where steam mingled with droplets of water.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, playfully splashing water in his direction. He blinked, suddenly like a deer caught in headlights, the blush creeping up to his cheeks evident even from where I stood. “ yeah, just… can we talk when you get out? I’m literally getting hard watching you shower right now.” he admitted, bluntly. Scratching his head, his eyes darting away, though they lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary.

The realization of what he’d said hung between us, thick and charged. My heart raced, a cocktail of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through me. “Oh,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, the steam turning us both a little breathless.

“Sorry, it’s kind of hard not to,” he laughed. “You know, the fog and you look a little too good.” He smirked.

“Thanks?” I said, unsure of how to respond, a nervous laugh escaping me. He turned away, but not before I caught the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans. The tension shifted, electrifying the air around us, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement there too, blurring the lines we’d always kept between us.

“Okay, I’ll be quick,” I assured him, suddenly hyper-aware of my own body and the droplets that clung to my skin. It felt like we had crossed an invisible threshold, yet neither of us was ready to acknowledge it just yet.

“Take your time,” he said teasingly, as he turned to walk out, pausing at the door. “But unless you want to be the one who has to explain why I’m walking around with a boner, I’d suggest you hurry.”

As the door clicked shut, I couldn’t help but laugh, a blend of nerves and something else bubbling beneath the surface. After rinsing away the day's fatigue, I stepped out, the warmth of steam swirling around me as I wrapped a towel snugly around myself. I glanced around, ensuring I was alone, a smile creeping onto my face at the thought of having the house to myself with Noah.

I rummaged through the pile of clean clothes thrown haphazardly on the counter and pulled out one of Noah's oversized t-shirts. It fell delightfully to my mid-thigh, the fabric soft and comforting against my damp skin. As I slid on a pair of underwear, I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth at how casually sexy the ensemble was.

When I emerged from the bathroom, a wave of confidence washed over me. I found Noah lounging on the couch, the glow of the television illuminating his features as he flipped through the streaming options, searching for our show. His eyes flickered to me, and for a brief second, he froze, his brows raised in surprise before a smirk broke across his face.

“Nice shirt,” he teased, his gaze lingering on me, undeniably captivated.

I smirked back, walking over to where he sat. I could feel the weight of his attention on me as I settled down beside him, nestling into the cushions of the couch. The familiar opening credits of Criminal Minds began to play, and I grabbed the remote, easing into the comfort of the moment.

Noah’s laugh was warm, drowning out the eerie music of the show, and my heart soared as he pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around me. As the episode unfolded, I couldn’t shake the sensation of being completely at ease, my worries melting away like snow under the spring sun.

An hour passed, and I felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere as I found myself feeling sleepy. I shifted slightly, laying my head on Noah’s lap. His fingers instinctively began to run through my hair, a gentle and rhythmic massage that made me sigh contentedly.

The show continued in the background, but my focus blurred with every gentle stroke of his hand. It was surreal how strangely intimate we were being. We’ve always been pretty affectionate with each other, but this felt different. His touch sent a tingle down my spine, every movement igniting a sense of want that hung between us, unspoken yet palpable.

Noah looked down at me, his expression softening. “You know, you look really cute in my shirt,” he murmured, a hint of mischief dancing in his voice.

I smiled, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I should wear it more then,” I teased, running my fingers along the hem of the fabric as if weighing the option.

His laughter rumbled through his chest, and I could see the way his eyes sparkled. “Good. It looks better on you anyways.”

I chuckled softly, shifting to get more comfortable, feeling the warmth radiating from him. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting playful shadows across the walls. The warmth of Noah's body provided comfort as I lay on the couch, my head resting on his lap while we both immersed ourselves in the latest episode of our favorite show. The world outside felt miles away, and for this moment, everything else faded into the background.

As his fingers tangled gently in my hair, an intimate motion that sent pleasant shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, relishing the way his fingers moved. His fingers suddenly began tracing a path from my hair down my side. The sensation was feather-light, almost teasing, until they reached my hip. I held my breath as his fingers played with the edge of my underwear, a trail of heat left in their wake.

My heart raced at his touch. I couldn't help but subtly squeeze my thighs together, a simple reaction, but one that betrayed the flutter in my stomach. I felt the tension between us crackle like static electricity in the air.

"Y/n" his voice a soft whisper, breaking the spell for a moment. My name rolled off his tongue like honey, sweet and addictive. I rolled onto my back, gazing up at him, my head nestled comfortably against his thighs, practically blinded by the sheer intensity of his gaze.

He stole a glance at my bare thighs, a fleeting moment that made me feel exposed yet thrillingly alive. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowing as if he was clueless at what he was doing.

I looked away, heat pooling in my cheeks blushing, perhaps, in both embarrassment and excitement. How could he be so nonchalant about this? His hand found its way up my stomach, slowly inching beneath my shirt, and I stifled a gasp, the softness of his touch causing the world around us to blur.

"Nothing," I murmured, though my voice was barely a whisper, betraying the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside me.

"Come on," he coaxed, his fingertips dancing just below the hem of my shirt. "What is it?"

A soft whine slipped from my lips without my permission, the weight of his teasing hanging heavily in the air between us. "You’re teasing me," I whimpered, frustration mingled with desire.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in the quiet room, both comforting and maddening. "I’m not teasing...." The playful glint in his eye, combined with the authoritative way he pressed his finger over the front of my underwear, sent sparks through my core.

“What if I like it?” I blurted, the honesty spilling out before I could reel it back in.

His expression shifted, surprise giving way to something deeper as he leaned down closer, the air between us thick with unspoken words, and for the first time, I sensed that this moment was filled with endless possibilities .

With his finger still teasing me, he smirked, his warm breath ghosting over my face.“Then I won’t stop.”

Everything around us faded into silence, the television now just a distant hum.

His hand slid under my head, lifting it up slightly, as he leaned down capturing my lips into a heated kiss and it felt as if time slowed. The evening sunset filtered through the curtains, casting a soft orange glow over the living room. I was nestled comfortably on the couch, my head resting gently on Noah's lap. The hum of the world outside felt distant, as if time had slowed just for us. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, echoing the warmth that enveloped me.

His lips were warm and inviting, enveloping mine as if they were made for each other. I surrendered completely, allowing his tongue to glide against mine. It was an intoxicating rhythm that drew me deeper into the moment. I could barely catch my breath as his fingers swept under the hem of my panties, teasingly slow, until they found their way to my core.

I gasped against his mouth, breathless and desperate. My thighs instinctively fell open, making room for his hand, craving more. I whimpered his name, a plea wrapped in desire.

“What is it baby?” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and husky, igniting a spark of anticipation within me.

The teasing question sent my heart racing. I could sense the care behind his touch, but the intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming. In that instant, I wanted to drown in him, to abandon all reservations. I pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. He looked at me, a mixture of curiosity and longing in his eyes.

“I just... I want you,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. It felt liberating to admit it, to articulate the pounding desire that coursed through my veins.

He smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes, and his fingers continued their gentle exploration, igniting a fire that smoldered just beneath the surface. “You have me,” he assured me, his voice rich with promise.

With newfound confidence, I leaned into him, pressing my lips back to his, craving the connection that was building between us. His fingers continued their teasing, each touch sending ripples of pleasure spiraling through me, coaxing out soft gasps that mingled with our kisses.

His tongue licked into my mouth, tasting me. I knew we were stepping over an invisible threshold, reaching for something deeper, but I was ready for it. As his fingers stroked through my soaked folds, he finally sank two of them into me. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out, as I softly ground my hips against them.

His eyes left my face, focusing on his fingers now coated in my arousal, slowly disappearing over and over into me. His other hand left the back of my head, pulling my shirt up above my breasts letting them free. My nipples instantly hardened as the cool air hit them. Noah’s eyes raked up my body, until they landed on my heaving chest.

His big tattooed hand, groped my tits squeezing them , and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I groaned, slowly losing my mind. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby….your pussy is so fucking wet.” As soon as those words left his mouth, his fingers sped up. He crooked them up, hitting that spongy spot, as more pleasure bursts through me.

I gasped and whined, as his palm hit my sensitive clit over and over. “Noah please.” I begged, sounding breathless. “Please what baby? What do you need?” He asked, his voice soft but mocking. “I- I need to cum.” I stammered, as my end was nearing. His bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth, as his bit hard before speaking.

“Then cum y/n, cum on my fingers.” He groaned, trying so hard not to lose control. Without another word, I moaned out my hips stuttering against his fingers, as they fucked me through my orgasm. He removed his fingers, and pulled me upright, his eyes meeting mine with such an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within my throbbing core. I complied, eager yet shy, straddling his hips as I felt the heat radiating from his body. My face instinctively buried into the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of him—a mix of musk and something distinctly Noah—wrapped around me like a warm blanket, grounding and intoxicating at once.

His large hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements as I instinctively began to grind against him. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, igniting a deep fire within. He was huge. I whined softly, the sound muffled as I nuzzled deeper into his skin, desperate for more of this moment, more of him.

“Noah��” I breathed, feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable. He pulled my head back gently, his large hand wrapping around my throat in a possessive grip that both thrilled and terrified me. His eyes bore into mine, dark with desire and something deeper I couldn't quite place.

“Fucking look at me,” he said, his voice almost a growl, and full of command. His hips softly bucked up against mine, the material of his sweat shorts causing a delicious friction against my sensitive core. I met his gaze, my heart racing, captivated by the raw intensity of the moment.

And then, without warning, he closed the distance, capturing my lips in another heated kiss. It was a collision of want and urgency, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

His hips thrust upward again, drawing me closer, forcing my core against his in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned into his mouth, lost in the rhythmic grind of our bodies, the world outside completely forgotten. All that existed was him, me, and this intoxicating connection that burned brightly between us.

He pulled away, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and pulling it off swiftly. His eyes landed on my tits. His face dropped to my chest, teasing both of my nipples with his lips. My hands flew to the back of his head, gripping his short hair tightly.

He pulled back, wasting no time releasing his hard dick from his shorts with a soft sigh of relief. I almost drooled at the sight. He was definitely huge, and so so beautiful. The tip was bright red, already leaking. He must’ve seen the slight hesitation in my eyes, as his hand cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes up to his.

“You’re gonna take it right baby? And you’re gonna ride me, until I cum in that pretty little pussy right?” He groaned, his gazing burning into mine. The butterflies in my stomach were going wild with this new dominant side coming out of him. I nodded my head quickly, practically begging for it.

He shook his head at my lack of words. His hand now cupping my jaw, pulled me into him closer. “Say it.” He growled. Not moving until I spoke. I whined, my hips grinding harder against him. “Yes sir.” He smirked at my reply, pecking my lips softly. “Good fucking girl.”

He gripped my hips, pulling me up to hover over his dick. I gasped, as soon as the tip entered my core. It already felt amazing. He slowly pulled my hips down, further and further until he was completely bottomed out inside of me. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He moaned, pausing to let me adjust.

Before I knew it, his hips thrusted up, making me see stars. “Ohhh fuck Noah.” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders tight. He thrusted up again, his hips going at a steady fast pace as I bounced on his lap. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He moaned breathlessly.

He grabbed my hands, pulling them down, and forcing them back and crossing them behind me, as he held them together with one hand, he guided my hips with the other. My chest fell against his, as I gasped and moaned into his neck. His thrusts were hard, and fast. Almost knocking the breath from my lungs.

The hand holding my wrists tightened, as he bit down on my shoulder. “Noah fuck, please I’m gonna cum.” I groaned, as his hips sped up even faster. “Do it baby, please. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He panted, into my neck. That was all it took, my pussy instantly tightening around him, as I came for a second time.

I pulled my face from his neck, attacking his lips in a feral kiss. His thrusts became sloppy, as he finally came. His grip on my wrist tightened, the pain of it not even registering as I was too lost in the pleasure. He continued thrusting slowly as he fucked himself through it. His lips never leaving mine.

After a few short moments, he released me. Bringing my wrists to his lips kissing them gently. “I’m so sorry if I was too rough.” He whispered, against my skin before finally looking into my eyes. I smiled sweetly, cupping his cheeks. “I loved every fucking second of it.” He grinned, pressing his lips to mine, in a sweet kiss. “Me too.”

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Giving In (to the Love): Townie

1st chapter

SUMMARY: If you thought you had terrible luck before, tonight will definitely prove that your life is jinxed when a misunderstanding with a pink haired girl makes your college life a little more difficult. WC: 1.3K PAIRING: Vi (Arcane) x Fem!Reader WARNINGS/TAGS: MDNI, mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), underage drinking, miscommunication, and obviously cursing. A/N: I'm currently obsessed with Vi and I need more slow burn fics of her so this is totally self indulgent. Also, english isn't my first language so apologies if there is (surely) any mistakes, please enjoy :) more notes at the end btw Second chapter

The loud music throbbed through the walls, echoing in your head as you were waiting outside the bathroom door. It felt like you've been standing there for ages, waiting for whoever was inside to finally let you have the chance to go to the bathroom. You knock on the door again, awaiting an answer, but all you can hear is the sound of that damn music, so you decide to go downstairs again.

Putting a feet in front of the other feels painfully unnatural, all you want to do is lay down and puke somewhere, but you couldn't find any spot that wasn't crowded and you certainly don't want your classmates seeing you in that state. It would be so embarrassing if someone took a picture of you vomiting the noodles you had for dinner because you were so lazy to cook a proper meal before drinking. Now you regret it.

Once you reach the final step of the stairs, you look for your phone in one of your pockets. It's a good thing you decided to wear cargo pants instead of a dress; otherwise, in your state, you would have lost your purse with your phone and little money with it.

"Why are the letters so tiny?" you tried to text your friend, she brought you here and she should be the one to save you now, "She'll understand," you think as the only word you're able to type and text her is "Out".

Looking around you see some people dancing, couples sticking their bodies together and things getting heated. You can feel your legs trembling a bit, unable to hold your weight much longer, your head spinning and the music painfully penetrating your ears. Your friend is nowhere to be seen and you're getting nautious again, so you decide to walk to the kitchen and get some water.

"Fuck, where is it?" you wander around in this unfamiliar house for what felt like forever until you catch a glance at someone coming out from a room with bottles in her hands. You don't recognize her from class, you would've noticed her peculiar blue hair and long braids, and how she looks a bit younger than you or your classmates. She looks back at you with her eyes wide open like a deer in headlights, then laughs and continues her way to what you presume is the backyard. You figure that if she got alcohol bottles from there, there must be water as well.

"Bingo!" you scream a little louder than you'd like once you cross the door and see the kitchen, walking to the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. You feel your phone vibrating inside your pocket, you take it out and read your friend's "Coming." reply while taking a sip of that sweet and very much needed liquid.

"Fuck!" you spit the remainings of it, feeling your throat burning and your stomach growling even more than before. Who puts vodka inside a water bottle?

You lay against the kitchen counter for a bit in a lame attempt to stay focused, you just have to stay put and wait for your friend to come find you from wherever she was in this damn house.

Determined to not pass out, you go outside following the blue haired girl's trail to get some fresh air. You feel like your head is going to explode, you've been taking for granted your ability to walk without stumbling into things. Your eyes feel heavy, blinking slower everytime as you work your way outside and coordinate your brain and hand to open the door.

It's way less crowded than you thought, only a few people smoking and chatting, you see a couple making out against the wall like no one can see them. But you can. And it's disgusting.

The air is a bit refreshing, definitely better than the smells of heated bodies, booze and weed that filled the house inside. Not that it makes you any less wasted, but it's something. You go around the house trying to find a spot where no one can see you once your stomach decides it can't take it anymore and you see the blue haired girl from before laying down with her eyes closed and empty bottles surrounding her. She's passed out. Walking as quickly as you can to her, you shake her body and try to wake her up. She does nothing besides groaning and mumbling nonsense, so you start to panic and look around you, begging internally that you can find anyone who's more sober than you to help this girl. Your stomach keeps growling at you and your throat burns, tightens, threatening to throw out all the damn booze you drank before. God, what were you thinking?

The world spins around you as you try to focus your vision on this girl and you were right, she is definitely much younger than you, no alcohol should have been near her at first. You reach for her hand, trying to free the bottle from its hold so you can try and sit her up, worried that she'd throw up and drown in her own puke. It takes all your drunk strength to push the bottles around and move her body. While you're grabbing one of the bottles to throw it away, you hear heavy steps coming closer to you and thank the heavens for hearing your pleading; it must be the help you needed.

You turn around and see a muscular figure, heavy boots stomping on the ground with fierce and her pink hair fluorescent in the lights; she looks back at you with a scowl, her hands in fists and quickens her pace. You gulp.

The air around you gets thicker, heavier, hotter; it's like she's inhaling every atom of oxygen while you shrink down to shrump size, getting closer to you as your head is spinning, trying to focus your vision and stand up.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" she asks, her face so close to yours that the air exhaled feels like a shot straight into your face.

You only manage to mumble something incoherent and she pulls you aside, making you stumble over your own feet as she is starring at the bottles.

"She's wasted…" you hear her whispering to herself, scrunching over to caress the younger girl's face and removing the lose hairs from it, "you gave her fucking booze?" she turns around and stares at you, her gaze filled with rage and frustration, you can feel it burning your eyelids.

"No, I—” your brain is betraying you, you put your hands against the wall trying to remain on your feet and explain the situation, but your throat is threatening to let it all out for good.

She clicks her tongue and lifts the young girl from the ground, holding her like she weights nothing on her arms and takes off, leaving you feeling miserable and confused.

You hear a voice calling your name and fast steps approaching, you turn your head and see your friend. Relief washes over your body, your legs no longer able to hold you standing and you give in so you sit on the grass.

"Cait…" were the only words coming out of your mouth in a whisper before you throw out and felt your eyelids closing themselves.

A/N: comments and reviews are appreciated! if you want more let me know :) i have a long series in mind for this

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Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

READ PART ONE HERE

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warning: MDNI! This miniseries contains triggers that may cause a negative effect to the consumer. This includes cheating, forced proximity, toxic dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, coercion, manipulation, unprotected piv (don’t do this). The reader is consenting and allows these things to happen to them.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the positive feedback! I hope you enjoy part two as much as I did writing it! If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part Two.

It’s only been a week since you last saw Noah. You’ve been on edge ever since your last “endeavor” with him. Ryan hasn’t noticed anything different, of course he hasn’t. You feel bad that you allowed Noah to manipulate you so easily. It’s what he does best.

A group chat message is sent out about a get together today around noon. Your stomach drops when you see that Ryan replied that you two would be attending.

“I don’t want to go, Ryan” you say immediately when he walks out of the bathroom. He looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Why? You had fun last week at the Halloween party, right? I was bummed I couldn’t go” he sighed, sitting down on the couch as you stood in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you.

You look up to meet his gaze, you offer a smile.

“I did…but it wasn’t the same without you.” You grab the spatula mixing the eggs together, making sure they cook through completely. The buzzer on the toaster goes off signaling the toast is done. He watches you gather everything together for you both, he comes to the table and helps you set up the table.

“Come on, y/n. It’ll be fun. Besides, your plus one will be with you. Please, baby” he gives you that damn pouty lip and puppy dog eyes. You laugh. You step up on your toes to give him a kiss. His green eyes staring into yours with so much love. It made you queasy that you messed around with Noah. The guilt is eating you up inside, yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth of what happened.

“You’re annoying, haha, okay fine. We can go.” He fist bumps the air, you laugh again as you bring over the rest of the dishes for breakfast. He lets you set down everything and wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a passionate kiss.

—

You and Ryan arrived at the house. Ryan shuts off the car, taking out the keys, and gets out making his way to your side to open the door. You thank him, your heart is pounding, your palms are sweaty. You truly don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be put in the same situation again. You don’t want that temptation to be presented to you. Ryan walks in front of you to knock on the door, jolly answers with a hello and smile. Jolly steps aside to let you and Ryan in. Your eyes darted around the room to look for Noah. You’re taken away from your thoughts. You smile, hugging jolly and the rest of the guys. Ryan went off with the guys and you are alone. You walk over to the kitchen, spotting the cooler, and opening it to get out a cold bottle of water. You twist the lid, drinking a large gulp. You look over to see Noah looking at you. You freeze in place, like a deer caught in headlights.

Noah smirks, pocketing his phone. He crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. He’s watching you like a predator watching his prey. You could tell by his widening smile that he loved the effect he had on you. He loved how nervous you would get in his presence. He had you right where he wanted. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes trailed along every inch of you. You are exactly how he wanted you tonight. Uneasy and on edge. He is loving every second of it. You find the courage to follow Ryan, and the guys. You didn’t want to give Noah an opportunity to mess with you, because by the looks of it. He is enjoying this twisted game.

As the night went on, you kept close to Ryan. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His gentle caresses up and down your arm. He places a kiss on your cheek. In the midst of the chatting, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Ryan lets go of you and goes back to the conversation. You look over to see Noah isn’t anywhere in sight. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom.

You close the bathroom door behind you. You turn to the mirror. You look a mess. You run your fingers through your hair to fix what you could. Why did he have such an effect on you like this? You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. He must’ve left. You haven’t noticed him for a while. You hear footsteps, your eyes moving towards the door. You realize you didn’t lock it. You rush to the door. Noah pushes the door open, quickly pinning you to the wall as he shuts the door locking it. You yelp, everything is happening so quickly. You look up and whimper. His hand instantly finds your jaw, holding you still as his hand tilts your head to look up at him, his face close to yours.

"Look at you…all fidgety, nervous…and I’ve barely done anything"

“Noah…you need to leave” His hand cups your jaw, his hold is firm. His voice is low as his thumb softly rubs your chin.

"You know I’m not going anywhere, right?"

“My boyfriend is here.” You move away from him. You turn your body around to face the counter, and bathroom mirror.

"I know you can't help how you get all worked up for me.” He gets close and presses his chest against your back. You look up at his reflection in the mirror. It’s all too much. This close proximity of him. You try to turn, he holds you in place. He bends forward resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Please..” You don’t know what you’re begging for.

"Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m going to leave this bathroom, and you are not going to follow me.” You glare at him in the mirror. That smug look is a permanent expression on his face as he listens to you.

"You know you don't mean that. You know you need me to touch you again. I own this body, and you know it.” He purrs, his hand trails along your side. Once again, you are at his mercy. You grip the counter. His hands trailing down your back. He pulls your hips against him.

"There it is. Poor thing, look at you. You’re already reacting to me, and I’ve barely done anything.” He says, rubbing his hand along your lower back. You look at his expression. His eyes are trailing over your body as you’re pressed up against him. You whine at his touch, his arousal right up against you. He smirks, biting his lip, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His hand slowly dancing along your waist, and over your hip bone.

"You know what’s funny? You keep acting like you don’t want this, like you don’t want me. Here you are, pinned against the counter, my hands roaming over your body. You haven’t told me to stop. I think you’re lying to yourself.” He snickers, his fingertips caressing your inner thigh.

"I know you need me. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

“Noah…I…I” You look away from his gaze. He’s quick to turn your head to look up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice is low and husky. His eyes search yours, waiting for your response. You nod your head yes.

"You want me to stop touching you? You want me not to take control, is that right?" A wicked grin spreads across his face. He pulls away slightly, only to settle next to your ear. You return your gaze to the mirror. You lock eyes with him. Did you want him to stop? His smirk grows, knowing he's got you right where he wants you.

“I…” You hear the knock on the door. Noah smirks, the asshole.

“Yes? Occupied.”

“Y/n? You okay in there?” Your eyes widened. Fuck. It’s Ryan. You struggle to find the right words. Noah’s eyes wandering over your body, the door knob is jiggling.

“I…my stomach hurts…I think it was the food we ate earlier” you say calmly, if he only knew your heart was racing. Noah chuckles darkly in your ear.

“You want me to take you home? Or you want to lay down?” Your heart aches hearing his concerned voice. He truly cares about you. You sigh, looking up at Noah’s reflection in the mirror. You should be telling Noah to fuck off, but you can’t. His hand rubbed your inner thigh softly, seeing how this was such a perfect opportunity. He could do whatever he wanted. Even when your boyfriend is at the door. You are his, and he knew you are weak beneath him. You couldn’t deny him. You grip the counter tighter, trying to not moan or make a sound as he ran a hand over your pussy.

“N-no…I’ll..I’ll lay down after I’m done in here” You try smacking Noah’s hand away, he grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back.

“Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything.” You hear him walk away.

“So what are you going to do, huh? Get me all riled up again then stop? That’s your plan, right?” His grip on your wrists loosen, letting your hands free. They go back to the counter to steady yourself. His fingers slowly dance along your inner thighs, trailing over your clit. You whine, you look up at him. You feel your arousal soaking your underwear.

"Your boyfriend is outside right now, you know? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be with him, yet you're right here in your ex's arms. You’re whimpering and wanting me instead.”

“Fuck off, Noah” He chuckles, his hands trailing up your spine. He pushes you down firmly against the counter. You cry out, his hand covers your mouth. He leans over you, his breath fanning over your neck.

"Look at you being so defiant when I know how badly you want me. You can't help that your body yearns for me, even just the sound of my voice makes you weak. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” You struggle underneath him, but it’s no use. He keeps you in place. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? It rings loudly in your head. You shiver, the state of submission coming over you.

“Nnn..yes”

"Then say it. Admit you want me, beg me the way you used to…" His voice is low against your ear.

“I..I want you…”

"Good girl. Now admit you need me, tell me how bad you missed me, and my touch”

“I crave it. It’s all I can think about. It..it scares me how bad I want you” Your pleading expression meets his gaze. His fingers gently scratch your inner thighs as he purrs in your ear.

"That's a good girl. You’re so honest, so weak for me. Look at you trembling underneath my touch, my words. You missed this, didn't you? You missed belonging to me. Oh, but you’re forgetting something, sweet girl” He expression darkens. You know what he’s talking about. You calling him his title, the one he burned into your memory, and my god if you forget it.

“Y-yes, sir..”

His growl sends chills down your spine. You look up at him, he is quick to turn your face back to the mirror.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Please…”

"I need words, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He chuckles darkly as his fingertips brush over your pussy again, barely touching you. He bends close to your ear to whisper.

“I need you. Please…please…touch me” He smacks your ass hard. Your breath hitches. You jolt forward at the sudden impact from his hand. Noah chuckles darkly. He smacks your ass again. He soothes the sting causing you to squirm as he kneads your red bottom.

"Be a good girl for me, and ask me properly..."

“Please, touch me, sir”

"Good girl, where do you want me to touch you?” He smirks, loving how you beg. His roughness is all telling how badly he needed you.

“Please, touch my pussy, sir. Please.” You moan, feeling his fingers trail all the way, slowly, barely touching you. He was enjoying this, loving how a single touch from him can make you lose control.

"Right here?” You whine, a feather like touch. One to make your body tingle.

“Y-yes, sir” Your breath hitches, your head dropping low.

“Do you need me as badly as I need you?” His breath hot against your neck. He nips at the sensitive skin as he moves your underwear to the side.

“Mmm..yes, sir”

"You're being so good, behaving, begging for it. Only I can make you weak like this, right?" He chuckles darkly, and purrs in your ear.

Yes, sir. Only you make me feel like this.” He pulls his hand away. You whine as he grips your throat making you look at him in the mirror.

“You don’t act like it” He teases. He’s toying with you, breaking you down slowly to succumb to his madness. You can only whimper in response, which makes him laugh.

"Look at how you react to my voice. You’re a pathetic, whimpering mess for me.”

“Y-yes, sir”

"Good girl” He whispers. His hand moves to the middle of your back, holding you in place. He knows how badly you need him. He taps your cunt lightly, it makes your toes curl.

“F-Fuck..” The sensation alone makes your head spin. You need more.

"I won't give you what you want till you beg properly, you know that…"

“I..mmmph..” you huff. You do know that. He pulls his fingers away, you whine in protest. You look at him in the mirror.

" Ah, Ah, Ah. Use your words, and I just might continue. How badly do you need me right now?”

“Please, sir. I need you so bad. Please touch me…I’ll be good, and tell you what I want”

"Go on, be a good girl or you don't get what you want” He grins, watching you slowly turn to shambles.

“Fuck me, go down on me, finger me…please do something, sir.” You hate how desperate you sound for him. You can’t help it, he brings out this side of you.

“Good girl”

"Say it one more time for me. Tell me how badly you need me to take control. How you need me to make you feel good.”

“Please…I need you…please touch me, please take control.” You push back into him, your body is on fire. You need some kind of friction to take the ache away. He tuts at you, holding your hips in place, against him.

*He brings his hand down over your pelvis, barely touching, his fingers brushing against you.

"Tell me you belong to me…" A hushed whisper against your neck.

“I belong to you, sir. Only you.” He’s repeating the same thing he did before. No, not this game. Another part of the game is to make you fall apart, and submit to him completely, continuously tearing down your walls. He leans close and presses his chest against your back.

"Good girl, only I can make you this needy. Only I can make you mine. You missed this, didn't you?" He’s so manipulative. So persuasive with his words.

“Even when I’m with him. I think of you.” He grins. His fingers continue to tease.

"Say who owns you, pretty girl”

“You, sir”

“Only me?” He nips your shoulder. You nod your head yes.

“Say you need me. All of me” You feel his hand gliding up your back, into your hair, grabbing a handful, and tugging her hair back to look at him.

“I need all of you, sir” You wince. He smiles darkly at you in the mirror.

"I'm so close to giving you that. Can you promise you'll behave? Can you be good for me?"

“I’ll be a good girl for you, sir”

"Good…"

He rubs your thighs.

"Then beg…" He growls into your ear. Your eyes widened, you just begged him. You practically gave your vulnerable self to him. This is what he does. You have to remember that. He will keep going until there’s not a thought left in your mind, only him and his words.

“P-Please, sir. Touch me..”

"Say it…like you're desperate…" he laughs, barely touching you. It’s slowly driving you insane. He grips your hips, then wraps his hand around your throat*

“It’s all I can think about, please, sir. Please” His hand tightens around your neck, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"Good girl, tell me how bad you miss me..."

“I…I miss you so much”

"Show me how bad you need this…"

“I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, please, please!” You cringe internally, you sound so…weak. He’s right, you are so weak for him.

"Is that all you can come up with?" He grins. He nips your neck. You can hear him almost snicker at your desperation. His voice gravelly, husky as he whispers in your ear.

"Tell me how badly you need me to make you mine…"

“Noah, please. I’ve been on edge for the past week, because of you working me up, and denying me. Please, I don’t want to be toyed with anymore..”

He bites your earlobe. His voice is low and dangerous.

"And what if I continue to deny you?"

“I think I’ll go insane” He chuckles darkly, loving that you’re so needy for him, just aching for him.

"You'll do as I say, won't you? You wouldn't disobey me…"

“No, sir. I wouldn’t, please.”

"Say you belong to me.." He traces his fingers along your inner thighs.

“I belong to you, sir”

"Say it again for me.” He whispers low and dark, loving how hard it is for you to control yourself.

“I..I belong to you, sir.”

He smirks. He caresses along her body and inner thighs. It's so hard for you to not just grab his hand, and make him give you what you need.

"Say you're mine…" Your gaze returns to the mirror, his eyes locked on yours. Your knuckles are turning white from how tightly you’re gripping the counter. His warm hands running along your body, your pussy, your inner thighs.

“I’m yours..” a breathless response comes from you.

"You're mine to take control over, and you know how good I'm going to make you feel. How weak you're going to be for me..."

“Please…please touch me, sir. I can’t take it anymore” These mind games of his are starting to take their toll on you.

"You're so desperate…so needy for me…" He purrs in your ear as his fingers circle around your covered pussy. You buck into his hand.

"Say you need me so badly that you can't take any more teasing, and denial…" He nuzzles against your neck, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. He dips his head placing a kiss on your collarbone. Your breath hitches, your eyes return to his in the mirror. Your lips part to protest, but it’s nothing more than a whine of need and desire. You let your head fall back against his chest. He holds you tightly against him. A somewhat peaceful moment between such a chaotic scene.

“I don’t want to admit how much I miss you. You’re so bad for me. I can’t help myself around you.” You feel him smirks against your skin. You feel your body melt underneath him. Your hands releasing the counter, your body weak.

"I'm so bad for you, and yet you can't resist me. How unfortunate.” He says against her neck as his hands dance over your pussy. He’s still not giving you what you want. His hands move along your thighs, he brings one up to your stomach, it trails up between the valley of your breasts, up to your neck. He ever so delicately places his hand around your throat. You look up at him, he’s already looking down at you. His hand tightens around your throat.

"Do you want me to take control over you, to own your body, and make you mine?”

“Please”

“Please what, use your words. You’re so quick to forget.” His hand tightening around your throat. His voice low and dark in your ear.

“Ahhh…y-yes, sir.” You reach up to hold his arm. His grip tightens making your head spin, and your body betray you.

"You can't help but give in to me, can you? You want to be mine, to belong to me, to submit, and give in, don't you?" He nibbles along your neck. His grip tightening around your neck, watching your body shudder.

“Yes, sir”

"I know how badly you want it. You're being such a good girl, look how weak you are, look how needy you are. You're trembling in my arms…" He says in a condescending tone in your ear.

"But you're not begging for it, are you? You need to beg me for it, be my good girl.”

“Yes…yes I’ll be good please, sir” He touches your pussy once more, you arch against him. Your body is on edge, the slightest touch from him is causing your brain to short circuit. He tugs down your leggings, tossing them somewhere. His hands roam over your ass. You look back at him, he suddenly stops. He smirks at you, waiting to see if you would beg. He knew you needed it badly, so bad you’d beg for him.

“Take them off, please, sir.”

“There we go. Look at you, being a good girl.” He slowly pulls your underwear down, finally giving you what she want. The cool air makes you shiver, yet, your body is scorching hot. He kicks your feet apart. Your body lowers onto the marble counter.

"Mm…you look so good like this. So vulnerable, and all mine.” He groans, needing you so badly. You see him drop to his knees behind you.

"I know what you need, what you crave. There’s a dark little side of you that’s enjoying this.” He runs his tongue up the back of your thigh. You moan, the feeling of his tongue and hands is otherworldly. You could feel him smirking against you. He knew how bad you needed this. He begins to lick and suck at the flesh around your pussy, but never going where you need him most. His fingers tease around your entrance, through your folds, around the entirety of your pussy.

“So wet. All for me?” You pant, whimpering as his finger is inserted into your core. He slowly moves his finger in and out of you. He places kisses along your inner thighs, working back up to your clit.

“My god, Noah…fuck…please” He stops which causes you to whine and push your hips back. You see him move back slightly.

"Please what…"

“You want me to stop? Hmm? Your soaking cunt is telling me otherwise, you greedy little girl”

“I need more, sir. Please”

"Beg one more time for me”

“Mmph…please, sir.” His hands run up your thighs lightly, the feather like touches tickling you.

"You're such a good girl begging for me.” You enjoyed his praises. He leans in closer to your core, his hot breath fanning over you. It sends shiver throughout your body. He places a kiss on your clit, running his tongue up through your folds. Your breath hitches when he does that, he does it again. He starts sucking your clit into his mouth. You groan, pushing into him. You feel your body shaking.

“You taste so fucking good.” He swirls his tongue around your clit, then over your entrance. You are crumbling fast. You craved this, loved it when he ate you out. He moves his hands to your waist to keep you steady as he worships you. You feel the band in your belly winding up tight, your breath hitches as you feel your release building.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” You grind against his face, he smirks against you. You know he’s loving how you give into him so easily.

"You're mine, only mine…" He said it in between kisses and licks. You feel your knees buckling. He adds a finger, then another. You arch your back, it feels so good. He huffs, you’re so worked up and wet. There’s no resistance as his fingers sink deep in you. He starts with that agonizing slow pace again. He turns and curves his digits coaxing you, working you as the need for your release grows stronger and stronger.

“Atta girl, so good for me. I need you to beg me to make you mine.”

“Please, make me yours, sir. Please.”

"Good girl, say you belong to me.” His fingers curl up, he knew you so well. He knows exactly what you needed.

“Ohhh fuck…right there…I belong to you, sir!” Your whimpers get louder, he keeps his pace. Simultaneously fingering and swirling tight circle around your clit. You’re so close.

"Say it again…"

“I..I belong to you, sir” You whimper, you are right there on the edge. You wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

"Again…" He smiles, whispering against you as he nuzzles his nose against your clit.

“I belong to you, sir.” He moved his fingers with such precision, coaxing you to go over the edge. It was so bad and so good at the same time. Your mind wanders back to Ryan. Poor Ryan. He didn’t deserve this…or you. He smacks your ass, a warning. He’s always watching your every move. He must’ve noticed the change in your body language. He stops and stands up, his arms caging you in, his hands next to yours on the counter.

“Don’t think about him, turn it off. You’re only thinking of me. Do you understand? I will leave you with fucking nothing. Only the mess I made of you to clean up. Got it?” You cry out as he smacks your ass much harder this time.

“I said, do you understand me, y/n? Answer me.” He is leaning over you, grabbing a handful of hair, yanking it tightly as his lips brush against your ear.

“Y-yes, sir. I understand.” His eyes watch yours in the mirror. He looks over you in your current state. A disheveled mess just for him. He growls, his nostrils flare. He shoves your head forwards, sinking back down behind you. He goes right back to fingering you, like nothing happened. Your mind is fuzzy, you try to focus on the sensations he’s bringing you. He hits the spots within you and your eyes rolls back. His tongue finds your clit again, sucking harder this time. You squeal, he growls, doing it again. You are panting, hating that he’s coaxing you to your release again within seconds.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To? Hmm? Whose pussy is this?” He picks up his pace, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Yours. It’s all yours, sir. I belong to you.” You whine and moan. Your knees are buckling. It’s right there.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He pulls away from your clit to bite your thighs, you whine. He soothes the sting running his tongue along his bite marks. He returns to your clit, swirling those tantalizing tight circles, sucking your bud into his mouth.

“I’m..gonna…cum.” He doesn’t say anything, he keeps going. It’s all too much, the band in your belly is about to snap.

“Please, sir. May I cum, please?” Noah could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. You are so close, why isn’t he answering. You look at him, you can see his hooded eyes as he comes up from eating you. He makes eyes contact with you.

"No…" He smiles at that, and stops. Your knees buckle, you drop to the floor. You couldn’t believe he’d deny you again. You look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Why? I…I…” You watch him towering above you, his mouth wrapped around his fingers, tasting you. He licks them clean, wiping them on a towel. He crouches down on his knees and strokes your cheek. His thumb gently wipes away your tears.

"Good things don't come easy, now do they?” You pull away from his touch. You look away as he stands up, chuckling to himself as he makes his way to the door.

"I'll see you around, y/n. I'll let you go back to your boyfriend now. I want you to remember how weak you are to me.” He closes the door behind him, the tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them, then look up to see the door is unlocked. You quickly get up to lock the door. You didn’t need anyone to see you in your current state. You gather your underwear and leggings, pulling them back up onto your body. You ached, you are pissed off, and frustrated.

After a few minutes to collect yourself, you exit the bathroom. You walk down the hallway, no one is in the house. You hear voices outside. Ryan is helping Folio cook the burgers and hotdogs. You walk outside and Ryan sees you instantly. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You okay?” You nod, the ache in your heart is to strong.

“I’m going to go lay down. Let me know when food is ready.” He kisses you, then lets you go find a room to get away from everyone for a while.

(Don’t hate me. To be continued 🖤)

[dlysthings]

Little crush pt.4

pt.1 , pt.2 , pt.3

AN:So here is a part 4, I raelly hope you guys like it. If someone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment so. And let me know how you want this to continue.

PLEASELEVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!!

One hour after coming home from school, you heard the doorbell ring. Going in the hallway of your house, you made your way to the front door. In the kitchen, your mother looked at you with a little knowing smile. She saw your confused look and just smile even wider. Deciding to ignore it you just went on your way.

Next to the door your cat, Monti, stopped and rubbed herself at your calf muscles. She was a big cat, black covering her from head to toe. Only one spot was white just under her nose, making her look undeniably cute. Her piercing blue eyes reminded you of the boy in front of your house.

Outside of your house Daryl was standing in front of the front door, anxiously biting his lip. He rang the doorbell, but you weren’t coming. Maybe she forgot about ya? Yea, she was just messing with ya yesterday and you just fell for it like the dumbass ya are.

Just as he was thinking that and ready to turn around and go back, the front door opened. You stood there, with a warm smile adoring your beautiful face. Moving aside from the entrance of your house you made a mock butler stance, inviting him in.

“Hi Daryl! Please, come inside. I was waiting for you.”

 Little surprised at your words, Daryl moved inside, only mumbling something resembling a “thank you”. The inside the house was just how he imagined it. A big living room with a couch and a coffee table in the middle of the room. On top of it were scattered magazines and books. He could see another door, assuming it was the kitchen. Everything here reminded him how different your life was from his. Going into your house made him feel like he was entering another dimension.

From the door, he assumed was the kitchen, came out a woman. Probably ya mom, he thought. The woman smiled brightly at him and then he saw the resemblance. The smile that he loved about you was the same one as your mothers. And the shape of your lips he found himself staring at on more than one occasion was also the same. You turned to your mom and introduced him. “Mom, this is Daryl. We are going upstairs to study.”

She just looked him up and down and continued smiling, but with something different behind her smile this time. “So this is the boy you talk about, huh?” She asked with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. At her words your cheeks started to feel like someone lit them on fire. And it seemed like Daryl had the same reaction. Looking at you, with wide eyes and pink cheeks he looked like a deer in headlights. His whole body rigid at the thought of you talking to your mother about him.

And you weren’t doing any better. You have never said anything about him to your mother. Just asking her if a boy can come over to study with you. But maybe she picked up on the look in your eyes when you spoke about him. Or the way your face seemed to brighten just a little bit when you were thinking of him. Either way she wasn’t helping you, but apparently she didn’t seem to notice and continued with embarrassing you.

“Well now I see why you like him.” She said with a wink and continued in a pretend stern voice. “But I still want that door to be open, no funny business going around.”

At that you just groaned (maybe not the most ladylike thing to do, but you couldn’t help it). “Please stop with that.” You said, face now bright red as a tomato. Your mother just looked at you offended and spoke again. “I’m just saying, honey. It’s important. I think Daryl here can agree, right” She looked at him expectantly. “Yes Ma’am, of course” That was the only thing he could muster with how flustered he was. But it seems was enough for your mom.

“Good then. I will bring you guys some snacks in a minute. Daryl, what would you want to drink? We have Cola, Sprite and water.” She asked. “Water is fine.” He answered and looked at you. You gave him a smile and moved towards a set of stairs. “Okay then. I will bring it up in a minute.” Your mother quipped and disappeared in the kitchen again. He turned towards you and followed you up the staircase, probably leading to your room.

At the second floor you lead the way to your bedroom. Daryl noticed, while following you, that the walls were full of photos in frames. Looking a little bit more closely, he saw most of them were family ones. Stoping to look at one, he saw you, your mom and another girl, maybe a bit younger than you. Behind all of you was standing a man, probably your dad.

In the photo You looked more like a little girl, than the lady you were now. Wearing a cute Mini Maus dress without sleeves and holding a cone of ice cream in one hand. The other hand was holding onto the man’s pinkie. The man, probably your dad, Had the exact same hair color and eyes as you. For sure your dad.

The girl next to you, probably your sister, looked like a miniature version of you. She was even wearing the same outfit. He has never seen you with a girl like that around you, so she probably was your little sister.

The only way Daryl could describe the people in this photo was one happy family. The bright smiles on your faces were looking honest, not forced. That reminded him of the only family picture he has ever taken. He was maybe 6 or 7 when his mom, who was alive at the time, had gotten the idea to gather him, his older brother, wo just got out of juvie and was sporting a black eye from a beating their father gave him, his mom (visibly drunk) and lastly him.

 He had a big bruise on his cheekbone and eye from the same beating Merle had one. When their dad got bored with assaulting just his older brother, he turned to Daryl for some new fun. With the whole “family” gathered in front of the fireplace in the house they were renting at the time, they took the first and last family picture the Dixons.

“That was 7 years ago. We went on a holiday at my grandparents’ house for the whole summer. It’s probably the best time I’ve had with them.” Your voice brought him back in reality. He realized he has been staring at this photo for a couple of minutes. “Ya look real happy with yur family.” He managed to say, barely able to hide the note of jealousy in his tone. He wished he could say the same for himself.

“Yeah, I love them to death. What about your family? You had a brother, right? Merle?” you said. He glanced at you, not expecting you to know about his brother. But then he remembered how much problems he has caused. Yeah, that’s why you knew about him. And then he felt like all the air from his lungs was punched out and he wished the ground could open and swallow him whole. You asked about his family. There was no way to answer that honestly so he just opted to stare at his shoes. The embarrassment he felt about his life being so miserable was so much, he felt a lump form in his throat.

Noticing his change of mood, you quickly changed the subject. “Uh, so here is my room.” You motioned to the only open door in the corridor. “Make yourself comfortable.” You said while going inside. Following you, Daryl observed you room. There was a big bed next to one of the walls. On top of it were laying at least a dozen decorative pillows, each colorful, contrasting with the otherwise all white bed. On the opposite end of the room was a desk cluttered with things, he wasn’t able to see in detail.

In his mind you room, for sure, was gonna be all cleaned up and perfect. But in reality it turned out you were actually more of a messy person. For some reason that made him smile. It was nice to see you weren’t some kind of perfect robot. Your walls were full of posters of bands and TV shows. It made your room look cozy. He sat on the bed and looked around for you.

You were with your back to him going to fetch your notes to use to study. Finally finding them, you sat next to him. Maybe a bit more closely than with another guy, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I have some notes here we can use. Do you have anything?” You asked. He only nodded and reached into the bag he came with. Maybe you imagined it, but there was a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

One thing you concluded about him was that he was extremely shy. Almost never looking you straight in the eye and always blushing. Rarely speaking and almost always nodding. Actually you found it cute. The way his cheeks seemed to color a slight pink and it would spread to his ears.

In reality he was like that only with you. He could be very loud if he wanted to, but your company always made him nervous, not wanting to embarrass himself and say something wrong. Right when you were going thru his notes and he was thru yours, your mom came into the room.

“Here is your water Daryl and I will leave these here.” Your mother said as she put down a tray with a glass of water and a plate of cookies. “If you guys need anything just holler, I will be down.” Your mother said while going back down. “Sure mom!” You managed to shout just as you heard her go down the stairs.

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The next couple of hours came and went, almost unnoticed. You were quizzing Daryl on his notes and found out he was pretty good ab this. He seemed to remember information pretty fast. And it turned out he just needed some time in order to loosen up around you. He was still shy and blushing every time you said something about how good he was doing or how smart he was.

In reality Daryl couldn’t believe he wasn’t dreaming. Every time he did something good or answered your questions correctly, you praised him. For him that was unusual. He didn’t really see why you were doing it. It wasn’t like he was doing something impressive, but you made sure to tell him how smart he was.

He never knew he craved you praises as much as he did. But the moment you said for the first time how good he was doing, he was like a puppy, being given a treat and became a blushing mess. By the time you were ready with everything for the test the sun had gone down and Daryl needed to get going. He didn’t want to bother you anymore with his barely string-together sentences.

Actually you quite enjoyed his company. When you were sending him out the door and saying goodbye he turned around and scratched his neck. “I really liked that, ya know. Ya really helped me.” He said a bit bashfully. “Maybe, um, maybe we could, ya know, do this again, sometimes.” He said with a small smile. In response you smiled back and kissed his cheek. When you pulled away and saw his face he was red as a tomato. “I would love to.” You said and with that he turned around and you shut the door.

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[stanfanfiction]

Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART 4.5 (BONUS)

So I had initially planned to have a double dom!/sub! Chapter where Ken and the reader switched roles halfway through, but I decided I wanted them separate despite them happening back to back. SOO if you haven’t read the first part you can find it in my Masterlist, otherwise have fun and I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / smuttyyy smut / fingering / dom! Ken / desperate Ken / praise k!nk / / smut / reader might be slowly losing her mind but she’s fine with it / kinda some non-con but reader is into it / spanking / edging / overstimming / this one goes harder than any of the chapters before so, if that might be intimidating or possibly triggering for you, tread softly. Always take care of yourself first <3

Alrighty. Have fun, besties. 🖤🖤

“Hey.”

Ken's voice broke through your sleep, and you blinked your eyes open. The room was bright with the day's sunlight, and you had a moment of struggle to come to, you had been so deeply asleep.

The moment your eyes adjusted, you looked up and saw Ken beside you, kneeling, his cock looking painfully hard and a smirk on his face. You attempted to move but realized your wrists were bound above your head tightly, and you saw Ken's fist clenched around a leather belt in his right hand. You sucked in air sharply, already overwhelmed when you hadn't even been fully awake a whole minute ago.

Ken leaned over you now, your mind racing as he stared down at you, kissing you lovingly before nipping at your lower lip and running the belt gently up your thigh.

"Now," his words made you already want to tremble, "it's my turn."

You tried to sit up but he had definitely made sure your restraints wouldn’t budge, and your mind raced on how to get out of this, not being ready for anything this quick after waking up.

Ken *was* ready though, and he ran the belt from up your thigh to your stomach, and you squirmed.

“What word do I need to listen for to stop?” He said, voice husky, his face inches from yours as he leaned on his arm next to you.

“Ken -“

“Not that one, I won’t allow it. I *want* to hear you say that.”

“No, no, Ken, I need you to let me out for a little while.”

He watched you and you pleaded with your eyes. “Please? Just let me wake up a moment, get some water?”

He ponded for a second but then agreed, untying your wrists and you sighed when you had your hands back to yourself. “Thank you.”

Ken helped you off the bed and trailed behind as you went to the kitchen for a drink. You were having a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights moment, kind of self conscious and not quite sure how to react to Ken right now, who, despite always having a bit of a rough side to him during sex lately, seemed like he was going to go way harder than before. Which you liked but you *were* actually anxious at not knowing what all he had in mind, and the fact that he might have developed a playful vendetta after last night.

You jumped a little after filling your cup with water, turning around to see him standing so close to you, you weren’t sure how you didn’t brush against him when you turned. He wore his black denim pants - the ones you had told him you thought made his ass look the best - and was shirtless, like usual.

He nodded towards your glass impatient. “Drink.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Mmmm, okay, well work faster,” he reached for you and tickled your waist a little while smiling, which made you laugh and jump and you spilled the water on both of you, but mostly on Ken.

He smiled and let out a small chuckle, then wrapped his fingers in your hair and brought your face forward to his now wet chest. “Drink.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling playful. “And what if I refuse?”

He cocked his head. “I don’t remember giving you the option of ‘No.’” He pulled your face to his skin and you licked up one of his pecs where the water was still dripping off. Ken inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a moment as he let himself experience your mouth on his body. You kept your eyes on his face as you slowly worked your way down his abs, kissing and licking any trickles of water left, and Ken moaned quietly, keeping his hand in your hair.

You reached for his cock but the moment your hand touched it, he grabbed your wrist, eyes open and looking down at you now.

“I didn’t say you could do that.”

Well THIS was definitely new, but you decided to have fun with it. You smirked as you leaned forward to to take him in your mouth but instead Ken tugged on your hair, encouraging you to stand up. You looked at him and pretended to pout. You saw him soften a bit, especially his eyes, and he had the look he always got before he would tenderly pleasure you for what seemed like hours until you would drift off together. You reached for his cock again, though, and that seemed to snap him out of it, like he remembered what it was he had planned to do.

“I said, I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he said in your ear as he folded both of your arms behind your back, elbows bent, both of your arms being held together by his large hand. He began marching you back to the bedroom briskly, forcing you chest-first onto the bed, bent over with your feet still on the floor.

“Ken,” you giggled. “What are you planning to -“ you were cut off with a sharp pain on your ass, Ken having smacked you unexpectedly with the belt. You screamed when he did it again before you could take a breath, Ken holding you down onto the bed, his grip around your arms bruising.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He purred, and the sound of him repeating his praises back to you made you knees buckle.

You shook just a little from the sudden assault, shocked at how much you actually were enjoying it. You wondered if you should play along or tease him, and the latter got the better of you. You turned your head as best as you could in your current position, your eyes twinkling as they met his.

“What if I don’t want to?”

You saw a hint of amusement in Ken’s eye before he brought the belt down on you again, and you jumped, back arching from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Ken leaned over you now, his partial body weight pushing you further into the bed. “That’s alright. I’ll just have to make you.”

You moaned loudly at his words and Ken stood again, continuing his lashing from before. You were trembling a little when he hit the fourth lash, and your knees buckled by the sixth, the sensation so much sharper and intense than it was when he’d use his hand.

“Ken, please -“ you choked out as the belt came down again, and he paused, hearing the way your voice cracked a little.

He leaned down over you again, hand still holding your arms hostage. “So you gonna be good for me, y/n?”

You nodded, unhappy with how quickly you had relented, but also desperately needing some time to recover.

“Mmmm,” Ken hummed, smiling, and gently placing a kiss on your ear. “I love you so much, y/n.”

You breathed as a warmth filled your chest as he stood up, then landed two more harsh lashes on your ass. You screamed, and he released your arms finally, you grasping the covers to hold onto something but also to deal with the pain.

Ken took both of you ass cheeks in his hands and massaged them gently, admiring his work, watching your body tremble and hearing the little whimpers coming out of your mouth.

He gave you a moment to recover, your head spinning, as he forced open your legs with his own, standing between them. He held your hips while he kissed softly down your back, enjoying the little shivers that happened because of his touch, and once you had calmed down a little, he stood up again.

You felt the belt run alongside your vulva and you clenched. “Oh, shit, Ken, no, please not -“

“Shhhh, shhhh,” he soothed. “Not this time. Just wanted to see your reaction.”

You felt one of his fingers enter you then, his other hand holding down your lower back.

“No moving,” he said, and you bit into the sheets beneath you to maintain some form of mental control as he immediately found your special spot and began rubbing his finger in circles on it. He added in another after a moment, and you left out a soft moan but remained as motionless as you could.

“You’re actually way better at this than I was,” he mused. “I actually prefer you moving all you like.” He leaned over your again, kissing the side of your neck. “I just wanted to see how well you could obey.”

“I’ll get you back,” you exhaled shakily as Ken’s fingers sped up, pressing into your spot *just* right.

Ken smiled against your hair and kissed the side of your head. “I’ll look forward to that,” he said, continuing finger fucking you until he knew you were close.

You expected him to edge you on like you had to him, but right when you were about to climax he added in a third finger and fucked in and out of you *so* perfectly that you cried into the covers as you came, Ken humming and complimenting you the whole time.

“You’re so good to me. You stretch around my fingers so perfectly, y/n. Always cumming to make me happy. Always letting me do whatever I want with you.”

Your exhaled loudly as you were coming down, still mildly dizzy from so much sensation so quickly, but before you could ground yourself fully, Ken kneeled between your legs and held you open for him, firmly licking a stripe from your clit up to your opening.

You gasped, feeling incredibly sensitive and you struggled against his hold.

“Need a moment,” you begged, trying to pull yourself away, but Ken didn’t let up, talking to you in between sucking and licking and little nips.

“I don’t remember you letting up when you were trying to exhaust me,” he said cheekily, and if you’d had the energy you’d have kicked him away.

“My sweet y/n can take whatever I give her, right?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, slowly losing the ability to control your body.

“You’re so wet for me.” He put three fingers back in you for emphasis, and you cried out, bucking into them unintentionally thus causing them to penetrate you deeper.

“I can’t…I can’t, please, ah…” Your voice was losing its usual volume and quivered on the last moan.

“I think you can.” Ken sucked hard on your clit again, and you sobbed, begging him to give you a break until your legs gave out and Ken caught you effortlessly, all fight left in you gone.

“How does it feel to be exhausted by your lover?” He purred into your ear, your naked body limp in his arms as he sat you onto his lap on the bed. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”

Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and you moaned an answer incoherently. Ken turned your chin gently to him and kissed you deeply.

You felt yourself being picked up bridal-style and placed down onto the bed, your head resting on the pillows, your body relaxing into the mattress. You opened your eyes as Ken lowered himself on top of you, propping up on his forearms, and running his fingers along your face, kissing you tenderly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled into your mouth. “So perfect. You always let me get lost in you. I love it so much.”

Your brain and body started feeling connected again after awhile, Ken loving on you gently the entire time, making sure you felt surrounded by him.

You sighed in relief when you felt fully back to reality, despite some sleepiness settling in. You laced your hands behind his neck, and returned the soft smile that he gave you.

“Hi.”

He kissed your forehead. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“But good?”

You giggled. “Yes, good.”

He smiled bigger. “Good.” He took your hands in his. “I”m going to need these.”

“Ohhhh god, oh, god, uh, Ken, Ken wait, can we talk about -“

Ken had already tightly imprisoned your hands in the pantyhose rope you had made the night before, and was fastening them to the headboard before you had a chance to physically react.

You tugged at the restraints, and Ken looked down upon you lying there, helpless and flushed beneath him. His pupils were blown and your stomach flipped - oh, fuck, he was *SO* turned on right now.

“Ken, take it easy on me?” You squeaked as he grabbed your hips roughly. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your hips up so your knees hung over his shoulders, your vulva directly in front of his face. He was so tall that you were partially lying upside down, your bound hands making it impossible for you to push or balance yourself on anything.

He winked at you - motherfucker WINKED - and then his mouth was on you, your hip bones held tightly, and you shuddered intensely as he began devouring you roughly.

Ken watched you, trying to ignore how much his cock was hurting right now from straining against its skin, your entire being fully under his power. Your eyes were shut and the noises you were making were spectacular, and he loved how stretched out you were between the restraints and his grip. The only control you really had over yourself right now was what you could say because your body was already so tired that you couldn’t even try to get your legs off of his shoulder.

“So fucking sweet,” he said, pulling his mouth back just long enough for you to get in a deep breath, and then he was consuming you again, tongue gliding and poking and tickling every inch of you he could find. You yelped when you felt his lips suck harshly on your inner thigh, knowing he had marked you, and then shook when he repeated it on the other leg before dipping his tongue back into you.

“Ken,” you started begging again. “Please.” Your voice was becoming a little hoarse, you had lost all track of time and had no clue how long this had been going on.

“Yes, y/n?” He breathed dreamily, like he was in heaven, going back to lazily circling your clit with his tongue.

“I can’t-“

“Yes, you can, and you will. You still owe me one more after this one.”

Your eyes shot open. “One..one more?”

His eyes shone, his mouth still on you, and he winked again.

Something about all of that - the sudden knowing that he wasn’t going to stop until you’d climaxed three times?!, the look of pure adoration on his face being buried in you, and how hot this entire scenario actually was despite how dizzy and exhausted you were - hit at once and you came hard. You hadn’t expected it and you cried out loudly while Ken continued pleasuring you until you began to come down again, heaving loudly, tiny sobs escaping your lips as your eyes leaked.

Ken lowered your hips back to the bed and kissed you deeply, your juices mixing with his saliva, and his tongue ran against yours and your lower lip. He moaned into you loudly, cradling the back of your head with his hand until your breathing calmed and he stopped kissing long enough to look down at you.

“You’re doing so good.”

Tears definitely began coming now. “Please, Ken, I can’t do anymore right now.”

His face showed that he knew you weren’t playing, and that he cared deeply. “I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded, sniffling a little. “I know, I’m just….I wasn’t expecting this much.”

He kissed you deeply again, just one time, and smiled down at you. “I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

To your surprise, he reached up and untied your hands, kissing each one as he let them free, then kissing around your wrists where the minor imprints from the hose had rubbed in a little too tightly.

“Ken,” you breathed, “can we like, do the last one later?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I said I won’t do anymore until you’re ready.”

“What if I’m not ready until like, later tonight?”

He smirked. “I don’t think that’ll be the case.”

“Ken.” You squirmed underneath him, and unfortunately your hips moved into his *just right,* because his eyes closed and he groaned from the back of his throat.

“You’re making it really hard to let you recover,” he almost huffed, his eyes dark, and the way he was looking down at you gave you the most intense, weirdly submissive desire you had ever felt. His broad shoulders attached to his slightly strained neck, his chiseled arms and pecs and abs around you, on top of you, those blue eyes dangerously dark, his hair looking that perfect just-woke-up messy.

You whimpered at the sight and the feeling of him, just…everywhere around you, and he sucked in a sharp breath hearing you. You knew all hope was lost then.

“Ken,” you whispered, your hand cradling his face the way he loved, and he leaned into it and hummed the same way he always did. “Just…please be gentle.”

“I’ve got you.” Ken pulled you a little father down the bed, just below where your head touched the pillows, and unzipped his jeans, ridding himself of them quickly. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen his member looking that strained before, and you shuddered, trying to prepare yourself. He towered over you as he pulled both of your legs up and apart, resting your ankles by his face so as he bent over you, your legs were being pushed back to leave you completely open for him.

You had the slightest moment of panic, from where you weren’t sure, other than you had never been this overwhelmed from sex before.

“Please don’t hurt me.” The words escaped your mouth before you knew it, and a tear streamed down your cheek.

Ken looked at you, forcing his face to calm down so you saw him as he always wanted you to see him, as someone who loved you. He kissed right above one of your ankles. “I would never hurt you.”

He wanted to take you then, bury his cock into you roughly and you would scream his name is ecstacy and you would cum trembling and falling apart completely and you would adore how he could make you feel this way, but he paused, realizing you needed a little more care before he could continue.

Hooking your knees over his shoulders again, he lowered himself over you, and you gripped the sheets, waiting for him to penetrate you. Instead, he took one of your nipples into his mouth softly, moaning as his lips just barely sucked on it, his tongue tracing circles around it that made you shiver, but he watched you as the tiniest of smiles ghosted across your face, your eyes closed, and he knew he was on the right track.

Your moans sounded so soft and sweet as he did this to your other nipple, your body relaxing and after a bit your hands running through his hair, which *he* loved.

Your breathing returned to normal, he touched his forehead to yours. You opened your eyes and immediately became lost in his.

“Hi.”

You giggled a little. “Hi.”

He watched you closely as he lowered his hips into yours, his cock rubbing alongside your vulva, and you jerked the tiniest bit from the sensation.

“How is that?” He asked, doing it again, a little harder.

He was going to wait for your reply but wanted to test something. “Think you can take it for me, like a good girl?”

He was enthralled when your mouth dropped open a little, your sex-dazed face looking so ready to be fucked, and he contemplated fucking into your mouth for a moment before forcing his mind back into focus.

“Can you handle just a little more?” He pressed his tip into your opening, and you automatically clenched tightly, causing a deep rumble in his chest.

His eyes met yours, dangerous, almost past the point of no return. “You ready to prove who you fucking belong to?”

Your eyes went wide as he bottomed out in with a single thrust and you both moaned in unison, your nails digging into his arms, your head back.

Ken leaned down to suck on your throat right before his second thrust, as swift and harsh as the first, and he swore if he didn’t want to make certain you came again that he would lose it within a matter of seconds. You pulsed around him, so warm and tight, and he growled as he began to fuck into you, making every thrust count, as you cried out every time he bottomed out into you, leveraging your legs so you were unable to do anything other than lay there and try to breathe.

“Ken,” your mangled cry caught his attention but he didn’t stop his movements.

“Need more, y/n? Need some more, like my good girl?”

He leveraged himself above you so instead of your hips meeting horizontally, he pushed your legs back so your hips were slightly off the bed and you were held open for him to sink into almost vertically.

He sunk directly into you, your legs straight and resting on his shoulders, his hands on either side of you holding himself up, and you screamed and fisted the sheets over your head.

Your body began to tremble now, and you had no control over it as the pain of being penetrated so deeply got mixed with how fucking *GOOD* it felt too, and watching Ken being the one to do this to you whenever you felt you could keep your eyes open for a moment made it all the better.

You *did* feel really overwhelmed, though. The dizziness from before had returned and was slowly threatening to take over completely.

You must have shown signs of distress because you heard Ken speaking over you, although not letting up on his thrusts. “Hey,” he soothed, “are you okay?”

“I’m…overstimulated..” you choked.

“Mmmmm…” Ken ponders this, leaning down so his hips were literally touching your own. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head quicker than you had expected to, and if you had been looking you would have seen Ken smile. You felt his hot breath caress your ear before biting your lobe.

“You can take it for me, though, can’t you?”

If you had been asked to describe the next few minutes you were never would have been able to, as your senses became thrown into what you could only describe as chaos. Ken fucked you, held you, sucked on you until you were shaking uncontrollably, your voice hoarse. You swore you heard him speaking but couldn’t make out any of the worlds, your head swam so dizzingly with trying to comprehend the overstimulation.

Tears fell down your face when your orgasm hit, and you screamed to be able to get through it. You might have made it up but later on you thought you remembered hearing Ken whispering, “I love you, fuck, I love you so much, y/n. Fall apart for me,” as your body was racked with pleasure so intense it touched on being painful.

Ken immediately came after, his final few thrusts destroying you as he finally lowered your legs back onto the bed. He kept his cock buried inside of you as he lowered himself back over you, forearms on either side of your head again, and kissed you and praised you endlessly as he surrounded your trembling body.

“I’ll get you back, you fucker.” Your words were hoarse and breathy.

Ken laughed at your threat, and you managed a small smile despite your exhaustion. “I know you will,” he said, nuzzling his nose into yours.

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something something about lottie being jealous and pining for the reader (could be pre-crash, post-crash) does things to me tbh

I love this idea and I'm so sorry I'm so late a lot has been happening 😖 but lottie jealous...yeah I love it

A deer in the headlights

Lottie matthews x reader

Synopsis: you won't drink lotties bloodied water to make her feel better but it seems like you'd do anything for shauna so she loses it because she has so much pent up frustration when it comes to you

"Why won't you drink it!" She yelled at you.

Ever since you've joined the soccer team Lottie has had a thing for you. She would always try to impress you with her skills and outfits but it's almost like she was invisible to you. You would praise her skills or mention that you liked something about her outfit but even then you were closer with the other girls.

You would talk about music with Nat or would marvel at shaunas new flannel because she had so many.  And then when you got into the wilderness her jealousy got worse. You practically kissed Nats feet for hunting and bringing back food. And when jackie died you stayed with shauna almost at all times. Lottie would preach about the wilderness and you would stay back with shauna. You would wrap her in blankets and let her cry into your shoulder. You would calm her down when she was angry and sat next to her in silence as she wrote in her journal.

The wilderness was hard for everyone and you and shauna had a bond because of the trauma. Lottie was sick and tired of not even being on your radar anymore. You hardly talked to her at all now. When you tried to do something for the group that was dangerous she panicked at the thought of you getting injured or dying.

You would always reassure shauna that you would come back when she panicked at the thought of losing you. But you didn't reassure lottie. You wouldn't give her comfort. She would make you drink her bloodied water and you drank it for her but she could clearly tell that you despised her ritual.

This time to flat out refused. You refused to do the only thing that kept her from going insane while you were gone. And she lost it.

You were taken aback at her sudden rage.

"Lottie it's not going to help me" you said confused about her outburst.

"It will help me from losing you" she said and then sat down and cried.

You were shocked about this. Sure she cared for you and her other teammates but you didn't know you impacted her so much that she broke down to the thought of losing you.

"Lottie it's going to be ok I'll be right back" you said sitting next to her.

You rubbed your hand up and down her back and she buried her head into your neck.

"You always tell shauna you're going to be right back and you always comfort her. It's like you don't even care about me and how I feel."

"I didn't know. I didn't know how you felt." You said.

Lottie removed herself from your shoulder and rolled her teary eyes.

"It's quite obvious. Some of the girls have mentioned my concern when it comes to you. They see how i look at you." She said as she wiped her eyes on her dirty sleeves.

Your cheeks flushed at the confession. You stood up and pulled her up with you. You cupped her face in your hands.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to be ok. Alright?"

She nodded in your hands and you hugged her and kissed her cheek. You picked up your stuff and waved at her as you walked away from the cabin. For once she finally felt sure that you were coming back safely.

[rhettabbotts]

Any chance you’d consider writing one about Yellowstone Ryan, for smut prompts 10 (“you need a place to stay for the night”) or 21 (“Bite me.” “If you insist”)? I can just picture the war between his snarky humor and being a gentleman!

i started giggling and twirling my hair when i saw this

pairing: ryan (yellowstone) x fem!reader

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only. friends to lovers. drinking. heated make out session. dry humping. ryan’s sexy beard and long hair.

a/n: i know this is very niche but i adore ryan sm and i loved writing for him 🥺

“You’re a dirty little cheater!” You shouted as you threw your cards down on the wooden surface and pointed your finger towards the man sitting at the end of the table.

“And you’re a sore loser,” Ryan muttered, a smug smile spreading across his face as he took another swig of his Budweiser. Teeter was grabbing your arm before you could stand up, pulling you back down into your chair before you could lunge towards the cowboy.

Ryan was one of your best friends, truly, but he made you want to pull your hair out sometimes. He was the first one who welcomed you when you started coming around with Laramie. The one who would keep you company while her and Walker were off god knows where doing god knows what. He was the one that picked at you and took your jabs with stride, usually smarting off right back. To an outsider, it would look like you couldn’t stand each other, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You never envisioned her little fling would lead to you spending your weekends at the Yellowstone Ranch, playing poker with a bunch of half drunk cowboys. Ryan took the time to teach you how to play, even though he was terrible at it himself. Which is probably why he looks so proud that he beat you, never beating anyone that usually participated in a game. You slumped down in your chair, arms crossed over your chest and a prominent pout on your lips as you looked to Ryan.

���Quit lookin’ at me like that,” he expressed, “I’m not feeling sorry for you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as he shuffled the cards for the next round. You sat and watched Ryan’s hands as they moved along the cards, completely tuning out each voice. He had nice hands, a feature you caught yourself eyeing more often than you’d like to admit. You would never voice this out loud but you sometimes daydreamed about how it’d feel to hold his hand, how they’d feel roaming over your body. How they’d feel grabbing your thr-

“Hello??? Did you hear me?” Ryan’s questioning shook you out of your inappropriate thoughts and you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. You shook your head, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Do you wanna play another round?”

“No. I’m- I’m okay, I’ll sit this one out. Maybe I’ll learn how to win.” You said jokingly, hoping he wouldn’t question why you spaced out. You found yourself doing that more and more the longer you were around Ryan. You had conflicting feelings, you adored him as a friend, but you also couldn’t help the fluttering butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you softly or when he went out of his way during the week to text or call you. Sure, you teased each other to no end, bickering at every chance you got. That seemed to make your feelings that much worse.

“We’re gonna go out to Bozeman, grab a few drinks,” Colby said as he stood from his seat, “who all wants to come?” Each person nodded in agreement except for you. You were tired, not up for the excitement of what going to a bar in Bozeman might bring. You politely shook your head, getting up to grab a glass of water and busy yourself with putting away some of the empty beer bottles. The others got ready to head out for their night out as you sat on the couch. Teeter stopped before walking out the door to check on you. You told her you were fine, that you’d probably put a movie on and crash. The door shut behind her and you were finally alone - or so you thought.

Ryan plopped down on the couch next to you, letting out a long sigh and spreading his legs just a tad. You sat there and stared at him until he finally acknowledged you.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ I thought you were going out?” You spoke in a hushed tone.

“Eh, didn’t feel like it. You don’t mind me crashing your movie night, do you?” Ryan nudged you slightly, smirking at you.

“I guess I don’t have another choice,” You said, moving a minuscule amount closer to the cowboy. For someone who just watched rodeos, Ryan was very picky about what movie you put on. He claimed he didn’t want to watch any ‘chick flicks’ and you told him he had no opinion since it was supposed to be your alone time. You finally settled on ‘When Harry Met Sally’.

Ryan surprisingly stayed quiet for the majority of the movie, making random comments here and there. You don’t know how it happened but when you realized it, you were pressed into his side. His arm was resting along the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck absentmindedly. At the love confession scene, you couldn’t help but tear up. No matter how many times you had seen the film, it still hit you hard.

“Awe, are you crying, sweetheart?” Ryan asked, tone light mixed with slight concern.

“Oh, bite me. It’s such a good confession, okay!” You exclaimed, pulling away slightly to look at him as the end credits rolled.

“Well, if you insist…” He said, so low you almost missed it. He had a look on his face that you could only describe as wanting. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Ryan,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Can I- Can I kiss you?” One big, callused hand cupped your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You were afraid of your voice failing you so you just nodded, whimpering slightly as his lips attached to yours. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn needy. Your hand found their way into his greying curls, tugging lightly on them which earned you a groan from the man. His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling until you were seated in his lap. Your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt his hard cock against your core, causing Ryan to slip his tongue inside. Your hips moved on their own accord as his kisses moved away from your mouth and down your jaw, biting at the tendon in your neck.

“Been thinking about this for a long time, baby,” He said, words muffled against your skin. You moved against him that much faster, the denim of his jeans causing a delicious friction against your thin panties. The skirt of your dress fanned out below you. You could feel the cool metal of his belt buckle press into your pubic bone, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Ryan, we need- oh, god- we need to talk about this,” your words coming out in near whines. You angled your hips just so and moaned loudly into the empty bunkhouse. Ryan was grunting into your skin, hands roaming up your back and tugging at your hair, causing you to arch against him. You were nearly there, so close you could almost taste it. That was until you heard a truck door slam, and loud laughter coming from outside the door. You froze in Ryan’s lap, panic washing over the both of you. Quickly moving off of him, you straightened your dress and fussed with your hair until you felt like you looked presentable. He grabbed one of the throw pillows and placed it over his very obvious bulge, shooting you an apologetic look as everyone filtered back inside.

“Well, that was a quick trip…” Ryan said, clearly annoyed.

They all spoke at the same time, the only thing you caught was that Teeter suggested body shots and that was their cue to leave. You willed your heart rate to slow down, avoiding eye contact with everyone - especially Ryan. While everyone busied themselves with their nighttime routines, you found your pinky interlocked with Ryan’s on the couch. He looked over to you and smiled, causing you to bow your head shyly. You didn’t know what all of this meant for your relationship, but whatever it was, you were ready to face it head on. What you didn’t see was Colby smiling to himself, eyeing the mark on your neck and the lovesick look in his best friend’s eyes.

[huntingingoodwill]

lost in translation (j.g.)

masterlist

pairing: javi gutierrez x translator!reader

desc: when filming an ad campaign in tokyo, javi is a fish out of water. thankfully, you're there to help him translate, and explore with him off the clock.

He squinted against the harsh glare of the lights, the crew being reduced to a bustling mass of shadow. Sticking a finger into his too-tight collar, he tried to ease himself of the feeling of suffocation. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t…” Javi muttered, wide brown eyes peering up at the director. 

Smatterings of Japanese and English left the director’s mouth, accompanied by some gesticulation as he struggled to communicate. Javi felt warmth creep up his cheeks, embarrassed at his own lack of fluency in Japanese. 

He should’ve at least picked up some vocab, he thought, fiddling with the smoking jacket the costume team had conjured up for him. He was only in Tokyo for a couple of days to film an ad campaign for a whiskey company, but it would’ve helped. Especially in situations like this exact moment, where the director’s words seemed to jumble and dissipate beneath a shroud of mystery. 

“Sorry I’m late!” 

You didn’t sound sorry. 

Your words were flippant and bored, your face not betraying an ounce of apology. Cool and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. You flounced into the studio, and your figure came into focus, the studio lights haloing your figure. His saviour. 

He felt a little ridiculous in your presence, dressed like a child’s guess of what a “cool guy” would look like. Perched in a velvet armchair that seemed to swallow him up, his fingers nervously played with the neck of the glistening bottle he was meant to convince viewers all over the world to buy. He was parched, strangely uncomfortable. Even the prop whiskey seemed enticing, though it was probably just some watered-down coffee. 

You stuck out your hand. 

He stared at it. It was a nice hand. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed, realising you meant for him to shake it, not just stare at it in blind adoration. He took it. “Sorry. I’m a little… overwhelmed.” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly. 

“Performance anxiety is normal. Not everyone possesses the massive talent needed to pull off a whiskey commercial.” You joked, laughter bubbling in your throat. “I’ll be your translator today. Hopefully that’ll help.” 

His eyes widened, hand tightening around yours gratefully. “You’re my hero.” 

“I know.” You smiled. “I’ll need you to let go of my hand now. I feel the director’s eyes burning into my back.” 

Javi looked up, watching as the director switched between glaring at his watch and at the two of you. 

“Oh! Yes. Sorry.” He exclaimed, slipping his hand from yours.

The director began firing off directions, which you quickly translated. Simple instructions. Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Deliver the line. 

“Action!”

Turn toward the camera. Pour a shot. Pour a shot. Pour a-

He was unable to tear his eyes away from you. His eyes tracked the line of your silhouette behind the camera, admiring the smile that blossomed across your face as he caught your eye. You giggled at his deer in the headlights gaze. A stupid smile spread across his face. 

“Cut!” 

The director mumbled a couple words in your ear, and you headed to Javi’s side. 

“Sorry about that.” Sheepishly, he raked his hand through his tousled brown curls. “I guess I’m just…” He admired your smile. He loved your smile.  “Stumped.” 

“Tough, huh? A real challenge.” 

“Don’t be cruel.” He laughed. You loved his laugh. The endearing crinkle in the corner of his eye. 

“Sorry.” You grinned. “Say the line like… you’ve invited an old friend over for a drink. He’s an emotional drunk, so he’s pouring his heart out to you. So, you’re talking to him with enough warmth to comfort him, while being dismissive enough to let him know it’s getting late and you kinda want him to leave.”

He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “That’s… specific. But I think I get what you mean. Did the director tell you all that?” 

“I may have taken some artistic liberties.” You batted your lashes, feigning innocence.

“You should be a director.” 

“I know.” 

With your artistic vision, filming wrapped after a few more takes. You were pulling on your coat when Javi strode over to you, pushing past the production assistants that flitted and fussed around him. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You teased.

“My massive talent helped me pull through.” 

That earned another smile from you, and he felt the urgency to not let you slip through his fingers nag at the back of his mind. 

“So, um… I was wondering, are you doing anything after this? I was thinking of getting a drink…” 

“So you need me to translate your order for you?” You deadpanned. 

“Oh!” His heart thrummed in his chest, his tongue stumbling over the words he struggled to form. “I mean, I could always pay your rate as a private translator if it’d take too much of your time-” 

“Nah.” You chuckled, amused by his flustered state. “Free of charge. How could I resist those puppy dog eyes?” You quipped, voice overly saccharine as you ruffled his hair. He smiled, in spite of himself. 

“As long as you take off that horrible coat. Come on, we’ve got a train to catch.” You called over your shoulder, leaving him to hurriedly shed his costume and hurry along after you. 

“Crowded, huh?” He whispered. 

“A little.” You mumbled, pressed against his chest. 

You swayed against him to the rhythm of the train, forced to be in close proximity due to the packed rush hour crowd. 

“I don’t usually get this close with guys I’ve just met, by the way.” You muttered, another crush of passengers entering the cabin and pushing you even closer. “Consider yourself lucky.” 

“The luckiest.” He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart, which was pounding in his chest. 

The train doors shuddered open, and you wrapped your hand around his, squeezing through the doors and rushing down the stairs. He laughed as you sidled through the crowd together, breaking out from the dull train station onto the street. 

It was like breaking through water. He took a deep breath of the cool, thin air, the night dark and slick. It had been raining, and every surface was dewy, neon lights glinting off the wet, black pavement. 

“This is the first time I’ve been anywhere outside of my hotel room and the studio since I got here.” The confession hung in the air, whisked away as the chatter of passerby whipped by, people rushing past him as he stood still, agape at the scene before him. 

“That is such a shame.” You muttered. He thought you wouldn’t have heard him. But you did. 

“Why are we still holding hands?” 

“It’s the first time you’ve been outside of your hotel room and the studio since you got here. You could get lost. I’m just keeping you safe.” You said. 

He kept his eyes glued in front of him, but he could hear the smile in your voice, clear as day. 

“Do you want to let go of my hand?” His eyes tracked the buildings that seemed to shoot up into the sky, the bright billboards that flashed on them. 

“No. Not really.” You said. 

“Keep me safe, then.” He grinned, squeezing your hand in his. 

“What do you want to drink?” You drummed your fingers against the bartop, eyes skimming the labels of the many bottles on display. The bartender stood before you, polishing a glass with little to no enthusiasm. “Highball?” 

“I can never look at whiskey again.” Javi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget the corny one-liners about whiskey he was forced to learn for the ad campaign. 

“Saké it is.” 

“Can I ask you what may be an invasive question?” He took a sip, relishing in the bite of warmth that travelled through his chest. 

“Ask away.” 

“Which hotel are you staying at? Or do you live here?” 

You burst into laughter. 

“God, you had me nervous. That’s not that invasive.” 

“Well, I don’t know!” He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “It might be invasive to someone.” 

“An invasive question is like…” You wracked your brain, and he tried not to fall in love with the pensive look that descended over your features. “What colour is your underwear?” 

“I’d tell you if I were wearing any.” 

You barked out an outraged laugh, making a show of pretending to shove him off his barstool.

“You’ve gone past invasive to gross, but I’ll let it slide. To answer your question, I’m staying at The Laurent.” 

His eyes widened, arm freezing in the middle of delivering his drink to his lips. “You’re kidding. That’s where I’m staying.”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Must be fate.” 

He stared into your eyes, finding it hard not to get lost in them. “Must be.” 

“We’ve been in that hotel for almost a month.” You sighed, exasperated. “But, I’ve been thinking of staying permanently. I’ve been looking for apartments. No luck so far.”

“We?” Javi asked, knowing he was teetering on the precipice of something, standing on the edge of a cliff. 

“Me, and my boyfriend.” You mumbled. His heart plumetted. Falling, falling. “Soon to be ex.” Soaring, soaring. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. “He doesn’t know I’m thinking of staying here. Without him. Am I the worst person in the world for not telling him that?” 

Am I the worst person in the world for being happy you’re dumping him? Javi thought. 

“Not at all.” Javi said. 

You may know him, actually.” You winced.

“I would?” Javi’s eyes widened in surprise. 

You muttered his name into Javi’s ear, and it took all he had not to shiver as your warm breath fanned across his cheek. 

“Dieter Bravo’s manager, right?” He said, registering the name. He pictured the last time he had met him, drunkenly waltzing around an afterparty with his arm around a woman who was definitely not you. “He’s… a character. At least you’re getting a free hotel room out of him.” 

You grinned.  “It’s a lovely hotel room, really. Spacious, especially when he’s out in meetings, or making calls to his ‘talent’.” You curled your fingers sarcastically. 

“You saying Dieter isn’t talented?” Javi chuckled. 

“Well, he’s not you.” 

The cans of coffee tumbled from within the vending machine, hitting the bottom with a loud thunk. 

You stooped down to grab them, handing one to Javi. The blue fluorescent square of light displaying the various canned drinks illuminated his profile, his honeyed brown eyes partially hidden by  shadow, his curls curving over his forehead in possibly the most endearing way known to man. 

“Do you get bored up there, when your soon-to-be-ex is out at meetings?” Javi asked, watching as you wicked condensation away from the can. He nodded toward your hotel from your spot in the parking lot. 

“Terribly.” You said, punctuating the word with the pop of the can’s tab as you cracked it open. 

“Give me your room number. If I’m ever going out, you can tag along. Translate for me.” He tried to disguise his nerves beneath a veneer of calm. 

“Hourly rate?” You smirked. 

“I could give you a cut of my ad campaign cash.” 

“10%?” 

“5%.”

“8%.” 

“5% and a lifetime supply of whiskey.” 

“Fuck it. Let’s make it pro bono.” 

“How kind.” He smirked, emboldened. “Now, what about that room number?”

You rifled through your bag, producing a marker from the cluttered depths. Plucking the cap off with your teeth, you scribbled the number on his palm.  

“1111.” He read aloud, cocking an eyebrow as he let out a chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d be able to remember that?” 

“I’ve just always wanted to do that. It’s like we’re in a movie.” 

The two of you laughed, the sound echoing into the quiet night. It was as if you were the only two people on earth. 

“1111.” He sighed, tracing a finger over your handwriting, etched into his skin. “An angel number.” 

“You believe in angels?” 

“‘Course I do. I’m talking to one right now.”

[microwavdhamstr]

bucky’s nightmares 🤝 reader’s insomnia

bucky barnes x f!reader

you can never fall asleep, he can never stay asleep

description: f!reader is up late every night with her insomnia and helps bucky through a really bad nightmare.

warnings: nightmare, insomnia, bucky is traumatized, nicknames (hun/honey, darling, doll), idk let me know what i missed

notes: first fic on here and first time writing one in a very long time. also this is not a self insert at all idk what you’re talking about you sound crazy.

wc- 2.1k

it’s been a few months since bucky finally left wakanda and moved onto the compound. you haven’t spoken much, however you couldn’t deny you were attracted to the ex assassin.

living in the room beside his was a wild card. between your insomnia and nosy nature you overheard most of his nightmares. you could never gathering the courage to open your door, afraid of bothering him, but that didn’t stop the need that grew in your stomach. the need to help. to hold. to heal. to love.

————————————————

tonight your insomnia was, like always, keeping you awake longer than you could bear. working in tandem with your anxiety to not only keep you up, but keep you on edge as well. every now and again you’d swear you heard or saw something lurking in the shadows of your bedroom. an occurrence you haven’t had since before bucky moved in. your solution was to slip into the common room with your laptop, turn all the lights on, and cuddle up on the couch with your favorite blanket. sleep wasn’t the goal at that point, it never was, but you needed to get the images out of your head. the images you created on your own that unnerved you to your core.

from your self-made cocoon on the couch, you hear the routine shouts from the one and only sergeant barnes. you pause your show as to not disturb the man, hoping he would lull himself back to sleep without interruption. little to your knowledge, he never just went back to sleep. every night, without fail, he’d make his way to the kitchen for a drink. he’d sit at the table for hours before returning to his room. and, to him, tonight was just like every other.

you hear the door open and shut, his sharp and unsteady breaths slowly moving closer. every light near you is on, and as much as you wanted to go unnoticed, you can’t turn them off. you know what waits for you in the darkness. there was no avoiding whatever might happen next.

he quickly comes into view and he looks awful. his eyes are glued to the floor, his hair is damp and stuck to his forehead, he is slightly pale and clammy, you could see him trembling in fear of himself. it’s wasn’t until this moment that you truly realized how similar the two of you are. both tormented by your own minds on a daily basis, both depriving yourselves of rest against you own will, both being held captive in your own heads.

it doesn’t take him long to notice the lights, glancing around until he found the culprit. the girl on the couch buried under a think blanket. the girl who rarely left her room if she didn’t need to. the girl who kept to herself as much as possible. the girl he couldn’t quite profile no matter how hard he tried.

he freezes when he sees you. and you, well you look like a deer in headlights. he holds eye contact for a few seconds before continuing to the kitchen. you continue to sit in silence, frozen still, now holding your breath for some reason. he acts as if it was no big deal. as if you aren’t even there. but you can’t seem to move.

you hear him pour a glass of water and pull out a chair to sit on. you feel his eyes on your back. there’s no reason for you to feel scared and you’re certainly not scared of him. more like you’re scared of bothering him. you don’t want to interfere with his nightly routine. you don’t want to upset him.

“you gonna breathe anytime soon?” you forgot to account for his enhanced hearing. turning towards him, you take a slow breath and give him a nod.

“sorry, i uh-i don’t mean to intrude. i can go back to my room if you want.”

“not intruding, doll, you live here too.” his voice is soft, yet a little rough.

you sit up, moving your laptop and blanket off of your lap, giving him your attention.

“what are you doing up, anyway?”

“can’t sleep,” you shrug, “never can.” he doesn’t respond.

the silence settles for a moment before it bothers you.

“another nightmare?” you question as if you don’t already know the answer. he gives you a stiff nod anyway. “you wanna talk about it?”

“can’t,” he stands up and places his empty cup in the sink, “never can.” and he retreats to his bedroom.

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the next few weeks are similar. your nights have been getting worse, hallucinations beginning to form in the darkness of your room until you can’t stand being in there at all. bucky’s nights have been just as consistent as always. there was more conversation as time went on and the two of you were becoming comfortable with this new arrangement.

you take your spot on the couch and play family guy on your laptop until you hear his telltale shout, pausing the show and waiting for him to join you.

but he doesn’t. he keeps screaming. you can hear his cries. his pleads. his pain. you hurry into his room to find him shaking, begging for his torment to end. he hasn’t woken up yet, you start to think he isn’t going to, not on his own.

instinct takes over as you rush to his side, cupping his face in one hand and grabbing his flesh hand with your other.

“no, no, please. stop. stop! don’t! please don’t! no more, no more! please, i’m sorry!” his voice begins to quiet but you can still see the terror in his face, feel the tension in his hand.

“bucky? bucky, hun, wake up! it’s just a dream, you’re not there! you gotta open your eyes and come back to me, buck, it’s not real,” you ramble in his ear, stroking his cheek and squeezing his hand.

he shoots up with a large inhale, getting air in his lungs before processing your presence. but once he felt you he scrambled away, needing to distance himself from you. needing to protect you from him.

“hey, hey, it’s alright. it’s just me. it wasn’t real. you’re not there, you’re right here,” you moved closer to him, taking his flesh hand in yours once again, “you’re okay. just focus on your breathing, okay? you’re alright, you’re safe.”

he takes a moment to settle his breaths before speaking up.

“out.”

“what?”

“get out. don’t wanna hurt you,” his panting now slow but heavy.

“you’re not gonna hurt me.” you squeeze his hand slightly for reassurance. “you’re not there, you’re not him, and you’re not gonna hurt me.” your thumb massaged the back of his hand.

“you don’t know that.” you l hear the sadness in his voice. the worry and fear. you trust him completely, but he won’t trust himself. he can’t. he knows the winter soldier is gone but he still can’t find it in himself to actually believe it.

you pull him toward you softly, feeling him tense in your grip.

“it’s okay, jamie, just relax,” he doesn’t, “you’re in your room, in your bed, you’re safe here, you didn’t hurt anyone and you’re not going to. i am right here with you and i’m not going anywhere. just lay back down,” he does, “i’m gonna get you some water, okay? i’ll be right back.” he nods, lungs still heavy.

you do just as you said, racing to the kitchen and grabbing a cold bottle from the fridge. returning to find him laying still.

“here, hun, sit up.” he didn’t realize it, but the nicknames you occasionally throw in help him relax. they make him feel safe. he wonders if that’s how you feel when he does it.

he follows your command and sits up to drink the water, chugging half the bottle before taking another large inhale. you rub circles on his back to help ground him some more, letting him take all the time he needs.

once empty, you take the water and place it on his nightstand, while doing so you hear him sniffle.

is he… crying?

“let it out, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull his head into your neck, rubbing his back once more. he doesn’t fight back this time, instead he simply lets you guide his body into yours. and, for the first time since wakanda, he lets himself cry.

you continue to hold him, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re safe” over and over in his ear. giving him every ounce of comfort you could find within you.

after what felt like an eternity to him, he finally calms himself down. you feel his arms wrap around your torso, keeping his head on your neck, pulling you into his lap as close as possible, tightening his grip on you as if you’d vanish the moment he let go.

“you okay now, darling?” he nods softly into your shoulder, “do you wanna lay back down?” he nods again.

you attempt to get up and reposition the two of you, but the second you loosen your grip he tightens his. instead he just lays both of you back, pulling you on top of him, not once letting go of you. you don’t really care as long as he is comfortable and content. your hands find their way to his hair and you massage your fingers into his scalp.

“jamie, hun?” you mumble into his ear. he lets out a soft “hmm” in response. “if you ever wanna tell me about your nightmares, you can,” you felt him begin to tense up again, “you don’t have to, but i know they’re scary. and this was the worst you’ve had since you got here. maybe talking about them will help them go away.” he still hasn’t told you about any of them but you have ears. he’s never screamed like that before. never cried that hard. never pleaded that desperately.

there is a thick pause before he responds, you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. he pulls his head from the crook of your neck and moves you to his right side.

“it was after i met steve again,” he started, “i remembered him. they didn’t like that i remembered him. they ke-kept trying to ‘reset’ me but i-i just kept remembering him. they wouldn’t stop trying. in two weeks i was in and out of cryo m-maybe thirty times and every time i came out they-they-” his breath falters and you can see the tears swelling in his eyes.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say it honey, i know.” your soothing voice pulls him back down. reminds him where he is. you reach for his metal hand, the one he was conveniently trying to keep you away from, and when you find it he pulls back.

“w-what are you doing?”

“it’s okay, buck. gimme your hand.” he hesitates but eventually complies. you trace the metal fingertips slowly, taking your time with each knuckle. you bring it closer to you, planting a soft kiss on the back of the chilled prosthetic hand. “have you talked to steve about your nightmares?”

“no, i-i… i can’t.” the defeat in his tone breaks your heart.

“why’s that hun?”

“he’s already done enough for me. he doesn’t need to see the ugly parts anymore, he doesn’t deserve it.”

“and you do?” the delicacy behind your words proves to him how much you truly care.

for a moment there is nothing. no sound, no movement. no tension either. it’s comforting.

“doll, why are you being so nice to me?”

“because i care,” you respond without skipping a beat, “because you’ve been through so much and you never deserved any of it. because you’re still being tormented by the awful things those people did to you. because you aren’t being nice enough to yourself. because i love you. bec-”

“don’t say that,” he cuts you off.

“why not?”

“you’re only saying it to make me feel better, you don’t mean it.”

“of course i’m saying it to make you feel better, why should that mean it isn’t true?” your hand makes its way back to his cheek, “why don’t we just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning, hmm?”

“thought you never sleep.” his voice sounds lighter than before. you giggle at his comment.

“then you sleep and i’ll just hold you. that sound better?” he gives a small smile.

“whatever you say, doll,” he takes your hand from his face and holds it to his chest, “for the record, i think i love you too.”

you smile and nuzzle further into him, “goodnight buck.”

[breadbrioche]

masterpiece

so mun x reader

➳summary: things mun does when he doesn’t want to study

➳warnings: takes place before season 2

➳word count: 1k

➳a/n: shoutout to @slytherinshua for writing something with a similar concept haha we share the same artist so mun brain rot

It’s been hours since the two of you first started this study date but what preoccupies Mun’s mind hardly concerns studying.

The ice in the drinks you bought when you first entered this café are well melted at this point which leave puddles of water around your cup that make you wary of your notes and textbooks surrounding it but Mun couldn’t care less. His notebook hardly has any writing on it, just scrawls and messy strike throughs over incorrect calculations, so it was no real loss to him if it gets ruined.

Initially he wasn’t this out of it; at the beginning he dove head first into his work, eagerly reading each line of his textbook. However, with every answer striked through with red pen, the words in his textbook began to lose meaning and Mun’s attention span dwindled, preferring to doodle in the margins of his pages. Eventually, he focuses his gaze to the opposite side of the table, satisfied with just watching you work on practice questions rather than actually doing them.

Mun finds everything you do incredibly adorable. From the way your lips purse when you’re struggling to understand what you’re reading to how you’d idly spin your pen across your knuckles, the boy wishes he could commit them to memory.

His hands begin moving before Mun realises it - already having drawn the guidelines for where your features should be when he looks down at his page. Diligently, he sketches you out and tries to capture every detail he could see. Mun was so invested in this drawing, eyes flickering occasionally to you then back to his page to ensure everything was correct, that he didn’t even hear you calling out to him.

“-un-ah! So Mun, are you even listening to me?” You call, even gently prodding his shin with your foot underneath the table to get his attention. When Mun finally notices, he looked up to you like a deer in the headlights which makes you sigh.

“C’mon, Mun-ah! Are you even trying?” You complain. You pout slightly which makes Mun smile a bit - even when you’re angry at him, you’re still cute.

“I am, I am!” He responds defensively.

“Then what did you get for question 6?”

“Uhhh-“ Mun dumbly replies looking down at his notes only to come face to face with his sketch of you. His his eyes widen and scrambles to flip over his notebook to the next page, obscuring itfrom your eyesight.

“Ah- I think I got stuck so I skipped it.” He lies with a sheepish grin. “Could you talk me through it?”

You frown but help him nonetheless, leaning over and showing Mun your book and begin to read out the question. He mentally celebrates at managing to avoid an awkward scenario but quickly turns his attention to you and listens to what you’re saying.

☆☆☆

For the most part, he forgets all about the drawing until he’s once again in a similar situation. This time, you’re shoulder to shoulder next to Mun at his desk, talking through a problem on a worksheet.

“You seriously don’t know? But we covered this last time!”

The aforementioned boy winces at your scolding but stays silent, having nothing to say after remembering all the things he did (or more like the things he didn’t do) during your last study date. Pathetically, he gives a shrug that elicits a long sigh from you.

It’s hard for you to not get mad at him since it’s difficult to progress when Mun doesn’t pay attention but regardless, you refrain from any more harsh comments - he was only doing this because you asked (in typical kind So Mun fashion) so you feel it would be unfair if you begin to berate him when he’s already doing you a favour.

“What did you write last time?” You ask while picking up his notebook from the table, flipping through the pages only to find them almost blank. “Mun-ah, these doodles are nice but is this what you were doing when I…”

“W-wait-“ Mun says hurriedly, aware that the notebook had that drawing of you in it. He reaches over to snatch it back but from the way you’d stop turning the pages and trail off, it was already too late.

You quietly gasp before looking at the nervous boy then back to the page, not believing your eyes. Was this from-? When did he-?

“Is this…me?” You wonder out loud. Mun yelps and attempts to take the notebook but you move from his reach, still entranced by the page.

“Ah- I’m really sorry! You must think that it’s creepy or - but-!” He stumbles, tongue tied as his brain malfunctions and ears start to glow red.

Finally putting the book down, you look at Mun and smile endearingly at him. You hardly saw Mun this flustered but that made him even more adorable than he already was.

“It’s okay. I like it. Love it, even.” You assure him. “Though, I think you made me too pretty.”

“There’s no way!” Mun retaliates immediately, like a light switch in him turning on and he suddenly forgets his embarrassment. “Nothing I’ve tried to draw does you justice, I don’t have the skill for it!”

“So that means you’ve drawn me more than just this time?” You laugh out as you notice the way his face flushes when he realises he’d unintentionally exposed himself again. You giggle at his expression, making him pout.

“Are you sure you’re not weirded out by it?” Mun insists, turning to you hesitantly. You nod and take his hand to hold it in your own, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m very happy.” You say to him. “I’m happy that you wanted to draw me in the first place, and even more happy that you drew it so well so there’s nothing to be worried about!”

At this, Mun relaxes slightly and scoots closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Sorry about not telling you about them. And wasting your time when I didn’t study like I was supposed to.”

“Stop apologising.” You lean your head on top of his, nuzzling his curly hair.

There’s never a dull moment with Mun around. That’s why you invite Mun to these study dates even when you know that he’s hopeless at it.

But right now, exams and grades are hardly the first thing on your mind as you soak up Mun’s presence like plant in sunlight.

bonus: pics I was considering using but they were from season 2 :(

[alwaysshallow]

coffee at midnight, part 9

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

You talk to Price, trying to find some peace. (3,4k)

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“Are you gonna tell me what happened, or we’re gonna sit here for another hour?”

His voice snaps you from whatever melancholy you just were in. Hour? You’ve been sitting here for an hour?

You smile awkwardly, like it’s supposed to answer his question. “Just wanted to be around good company, sir.”

That’s partially a lie, you know it—but it’s better than lying to Price entirely. He’d call you out the minute you’d tell him that nothing happened. He’s wise this way, seeing right through you, even if you’re not doing anything particularly weird to alert him.

It’s just the weird knowledge he has, not only about his team, but in general. He can smell bullshit from a mile away, so you’re not surprised when he squints his eyes, not really believing you. You just hope, to whatever God is out here, that he won’t start investigating the topic further on.

Especially that you just came here out of the blue, needing some peace and quiet to think things over—and Price's office is the right place. Not the training room, where you could find Ghost, not even your room, where Johnny could easily slip in, even if the door would be locked. He did it multiple times; a lock didn’t stop him even once, so…

And you really need to be in a place that isn’t available for him. You’re not able to think straight around him normally, let alone after that encounter you had with him. After feeling him against you, being so close to let your imagination go wild. Sure as hell, you’d kiss him if he wouldn’t get up to get that damn water, it would be nice, but…

Would it even be worth it?

Possibly ruining your friendship? You still have that thought.

"And why's that?" Price asks, his eyebrow arching in a rather amused way, when he sips his tea; the other cup right in front of you, the steam still above it.

"Why do I want to spend time in a good company? Ridiculous question, if you ask me. Respectfully," you add. Your captain chuckles, shaking his head to himself.

"Usually you go to the gym, if you need good company. Or, Soap’s around to make out with you."

You open your mouth, just to swiftly close it second after. It’s hard not to look at Price like a deer caught in the headlights. “Make out with me? That’s an exaggeration and you know it, captain.”

Price clicks his tongue, tilting head to the side. Nothing about his demeanor changes, but it feels like an interrogation from now on. “Seemed a bit different, when he looked at you. Or, when he snapped at Gaz. Or, when he demanded a leave when you got shot, or—”

“—he demanded a leave when I got shot?” you ask, absolutely not caring how you just interrupted him. From information you had, Price just gave the leave to him and Garrick, so they could rest properly.

He didn’t say that he demanded it.

“Right after we send you off. So, sent Garrick on one too, so he wouldn’t be considered special treatment,” he murmurs. “What he told you?”

“That you gave him and Garrick a vacation since you have enough men from the other unit,” you answer, as you reach for your captain's flask. You pour some of his whisky in your cup, drinking some of it right after.

He doesn’t comment on that, but gives you a bit concerned look; you and whisky? Everyone knows that you hate it with passion, always refusing to drink some of Ghost’s when he’s offering. Not to mention, you always make faces when you just smell it.

It’s hard for you to think of anything else other than what Price just told you—there’s a million questions in your head, but the main one is why Soap lied to you about something so simple. Was there a reason for that, did he think you’d get mad? Right, you hate feeling like someone is treating you with pity, but…

“And you fell for that?”

“Had no reason to think that he’s lying.” You shrug, looking at your captain, humming in silent comprehension.

Silence falls between you two, and you take another sip of that tea with booze. Bad idea, tastes like shit, but you can’t care less. Not in the moment when you’re on the verge of confronting your best friend about his decision of taking leave just for you.

He usually used it when he was tired, or when he was about to see his family, maybe at some family gatherings too—important things, in general. Not something like…

You gulp, as you hold yourself back from sighing.

“So, completely sure you don’t want to make out with MacTavish?”

You look at Price with disbelief, only his rank keeping you from smacking him. Maybe if you’d do it, he’d get a bit more serious.

It’s funny—you seem like you’re gonna have a breakdown in a second, and he seems to enjoy that you’re struggling because he gets to make jokes about you and your best friend. And, you can’t really do anything with it.

It’s either that, or admitting to your feelings. Wouldn’t do you any good, so you just roll your eyes with irritation.

Which is also amusing in this situation, a possible make out session with Johnny could make you feel better. You’d lie if you’d say you don’t think of it every once in a while, especially after sleeping in one bed with him, that night in your apartment. The feeling of his arms around you—big, having you feeling all secured, when he sneaked them around you so tight—haunts you every night you go to sleep.

You reckon you two would benefit from it, from your lips crashing against each other in a warm, heated kiss, when your hands would be all over him. Scanning his body, different way than friendly, as you’d thought about giving him what he wants, and what you wanted for quite some time.

Instead of doing that, you’re in Price’s office, feeling almost humiliated about your feelings towards John MacTavish, when he occupies your mind, more than you'd like to admit. John MacTavish; your colleague, best friend, Task Force’s 141 demolitions expert and one of the best snipers.

All of these titles make the whole thing more difficult—if he’d be a stranger, you wouldn’t look twice before taking an action. As blind as you usually are, you definitely aren’t blind for his beauty; long eyelashes, that tempting smile that convinced you every time do do anything that he wanted you to.

“Maybe I should,” you say. Price looks at you, amused. "Sorry that I bothered you, sir." You get up from your chair; you don’t even get to walk a few steps because your captain motions for you to sit back down.

Which, of course, you oblige, sighing.

You won’t leave him until he says so, apparently. He calls the shots.

"Sunshine, if there’s anything you want to tell me, you should do it right now," John says, like it wouldn’t be obvious from the very first moment you sat there. It’s bright as the sun, you just want to keep these silly thoughts to yourself.

At least, a couple of them, involving your interest in Soap that you aren’t really good at hiding as you’d like to. It’s really a surprise that boys haven't caught on to it yet.

"Right," you murmur, starting to spin on your chair—that’s probably your favorite thing about Price’s office, besides the comfort that they bring.

“I just want to know where your mind is. Laswell raised you as a strong woman, but the captain needs to know things, especially if it’s about his team. Especially if there’s somethin’ to take care of.”

You hold yourself back from groaning. As you thought he’s gonna drop the topic, he digs in deeper, and it’s not really helping in your situation. Not in the moment where you want to minimize your potential lies to minimum, just as well as the information you give him.

It’s this point of discussion where you start to wonder if he doesn’t know something. Gaz, maybe someone else, or Soap itself, as he was a blubbering mess after alcohol.

God only knows what he told him when you weren’t around.

“I’m good, Price. And so are the boys, I assume; so there’s nothing for you to worry about, yeah? I’d tell you if something would change.”

“As well as something changing between you and MacTavish?” You choke on your tea as he says that, eyes wide. Jokes about making out with him were one thing, but the implication that something indeed changed… “Don’t look dumb now. I see how he looks at you, it’s pretty clear.”

"He’s not interested. There’s no reason for concern, sir." You look outside of the window; it’s a pretty night, no wind, no fog. Ideal for a night walk or run, if you’d like, since the orange lights give you a better view of the area. The parking lot is pretty clear, only the cars remaining are Task Force’s—a few jeeps, one sport’s car, one impala and a simple pick-up truck.

Price, despite your want to end the conversation, doesn’t stop questioning, even if you don’t look directly at him. Maybe that’s something that fuels him to continue. “No reason,” he repeats, his tone mocking. “No reason, yet he wanted to rip the poor lad in sheds when he saw how close you and Gaz are.”

You want to disagree with it. Badly, you want to tell him that’s not true, he’s making a wrong assumption, but the signs MacTavish gave… might seem like he is interested, somehow.

“Maybe he got irritated by something,” you murmur, not believing in what you just said. “I don’t sit in his head, sir.”

"There's a high chance that you are wrong, sergeant." He points at you, pouring some of the whiskey into your cup. “You’re gonna give a man a hair of affection and they’ll come back for more, every time. Especially if they waited some time before, so… be careful. For the sake of the team.”

What scares you about the whole thing, it seems like he somehow… knows what he is talking about—either because he experienced it, or he’s just familiar, but whatever it is, leaves you with a sore throat. You decide not to comment on that, so you just nod, to leave it behind.

After another twenty minutes in his office (spent on talking about upcoming mission), you beeline for the kitchen, craving a coffee. This conversation between you and Price made an even bigger mess in your head, so it’s only fair to make yourself a beverage and think about it alone. Without anyone around, this time. Just you and your head.

You play with your fingers, when you wonder about what Price just said. Is it even possible that he sees something more? Or does he see things between you and Soap differently? If so, what between you two is so different than earlier? It’s not like the affection came to you and stayed, it was… slowly arising.

You’re pretty sure that if you had a chance, you’d kill for a scrap of Price’s thoughts.

He’s a captain, after all. Knows most of your secrets, suspects everything and, what’s even more important, he has this “third person perspective” on things. It’s always easier to evaluate the situation, look at it in a constructive way when you’re not in it. For you, it might be a mess, but for him?

The question, very important for you right now, comes around your head when you take a sip of your coffee.

Does the rest of your team know? Alejandro? Ghost, Gaz? Did they notice something before Price, or maybe they talked with him about it because they were confused or concerned?

It could change everything. Maybe it will change everything because how could you really react when two people from your team are into each other? That’s why the rule of fraternization is here, so there won’t be any understatements between the team. All of the relationships need to be clear in order to work with each other. Chaos would cause deaths, most likely.

Of course, assuming that Soap feels anything besides a simple want to fuck you—and that can be debatable, considering that this man has his needs.

It’s hard to believe that he’d want something more with you. You know him for… a little over two years and he never did anything before that would imply he won’t settle for friendship only. Sure, maybe he hugged a lot, maybe he stayed in that apartment of yours more than he was supposed to and lied about the “vacations” he got, but that didn’t mean anything.

Or, maybe you are so caught up in your own thoughts that you missed something along the way, and that’s very likely.

"Can't sleep, lassie?" you jump, as you hear his voice behind you—smooth voice that you could recognize anywhere. You don’t need to see him to know it’s him.

And it’s not only his voice, but his footsteps are recognizable, too. Not particularly loud ones, but there’s no chance someone would miss them. When he walks into the room, everyone just knows it’s him, no one in the base walks like that; confidently, like the world belongs to him. His back is always straight, eyes looking for something. Someone.

Soap always crosses his gaze with you.

You clear your throat. It’s hard to ignore how close he is. "No, not really."

You probably should know better than going to the kitchen this hour, if you wanted to be alone; you knew his rituals, after all.

Well, it is your ritual too, though. Coffee around midnight, or particularly on midnight, when the base is quiet, secure from prying eyes, secure from anyone walking in here; only you and Soap. Talking about nonsense or not talking at all, but you’ve found comfort in that. In mindlessly sitting by his side with a warm cup, watching what happens on the other side of the window.

Thinking of everything because right next to him, you could feel like you’re actually breathing. Right now, when he is the cause of a mess in your head, not so much.

You completely forgot that he maybe would’ve wanted to drink coffee with you tonight since it’s a good occasion. No one wants anything, and it’s your second night in the base after two months, almost three. Perfect occasion.

"Avoidin’ me?" he asks, a glint in his eyes. A bit of interest, a bit of… something that you can’t quite describe. It’s definitely something dangerous—something that probably can swallow you whole, if you’re willing to try and play with him.

You’re not really sure if you want to do it, now. Not when you’re confused about everything.

You raise an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Couldn’t catch ye the entire evenin’. Not in yer room, not in the gym, so something’s off.” He looks at you, puzzled. It only convinces you that going to Price’s office was the right option in all of this mess; he’d love to talk earlier, and you had enough on your mind.

Hell, you still have enough. If it wouldn’t be suspicious, you’d sprint to your room in a moment, not looking back at Soap.

Now, you even fear to look at him wrong. He’s like a police dog, searching for anything out of place, something wrong just to go there.

You give him a weak smile. “Coincidence?” you raise your eyebrow, your hands clutching the mug, like a shield that’s supposed to protect you from him.

“Coincidence, my ass,” he growls, pinning you against the counter a bit—he doesn’t even react to you squeaking at his sudden movement. Doesn’t even care about the mug in your hands, either. “What’s the real reason? You can tell me, bonnie. You know this.”

Can you, though? Tell him that he is the reason of this whole circus, tell him that he is the reason your head is so messy right now? You’re not sure how it could go, how he could react. Testing the waters isn’t really an option right now, not when you’re pinned against the counter, your throat tight.

Something flips in your stomach.

“I—”

“—don’t lie to me, lass.”

You look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He’s not really in the mood to beat around the bush, you can clearly see that. Lips pursed, shoulders tightened, and he still towers over you nonetheless. It’s overwhelming.

Not only that, it’s like a cat and mouse game, where the mouse is already in the lost position because she can’t hide anywhere to avoid the predator. The position is fitting for your best friend, now cocksure, looking straight at you with dark gaze. Way different, almost unrecognizable, which makes you wonder what got into him.

"Everything's alright, really,” you say. Quietly, coyly, and the moment he arches his eyebrow, you know you have to add something to this. Otherwise, you’ll be fucked. “It’s… a bit hard to get into the swing again. Focusing is exhausting after these months of completely nothing, you know? But sure as hell, I’m gonna get better."

His gaze softens. Soap even manages to smile with a corner of his mouth, which you take as a small win. You didn’t lie—technically, since what you’ve just said is not the whole truth—and you get him to be calm again, you get him to be the same man you know, inside and out.

"I see,” he murmurs, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear, sheer contrast to a man you saw seconds ago. Chill goes down your spine, as he touches your jaw with his thumb. Slowly, deliberately, like he’s afraid to break you. “You coulda tell me sooner. I’m here to help, always.”

You nod under his gaze. It’s not like you don’t know it, he’s always been here for you. Day and night, trying to make you better because he cares. Like a guard, he always tries to take all the damage on himself, no matter what it would mean for him.

Multiple times, he mentioned dying for you, which you always scolded him for with furrowed eyebrows, telling him that nobody is dying for anyone and if only he’s gonna try doing that, you’ll kick his ass.

Those words are a little bit different now.

"Now,” he takes a sip of your coffee, shamelessly, not breaking eye contact, “gonna tell me where ye were?”

“Strictly classified.” He huffs, shaking his head to himself, while your smile widens. “Price told me some things about our next mission. Asked if I’m available.”

Soap tilts his head to the side. “And?”

“Told him that I am. I want to get back, and since it’s not strictly in the field, I think that I’m good,” you say. Johnny observes you with caution, like he’s processing your words; and you just hope that he doesn’t have a smartass remark about you taking care.

“Good. Then, first thing in the mornin’, ye train with me,” he mutters, kissing your temple. Tenderly, a few times. Your stomach knots at sudden affection, making it a bit difficult to think of anything else right now. “Six thirty, lassie. A’right?”

“Alright,” you choke out.

You don’t get to leave the kitchen alone. Johnny is right beside you, keeping a hand on the small of your back, gossiping something about two soldiers who were kicked out because of insubordination. Price’s face was “priceless”, as he jokes, and even if you indeed find it funny, you can’t quite focus on his words. Not when he’s so close.

The next few days, it’s hard to act like nothing between you two is happening, but you try your best to not raise suspicion.

Thing is, you try—Johnny doesn’t. Right before morning run, when you two stretch out, his hands are all over you. Overly touchy, even if other guys are around. Maybe especially then, like he tries to point out that you’re here with him and no one else.

You try to laugh it off, but in your stomach, something bubbles the moment he sends a look to one of the privates, clearly wanting to train with you two.

You know this look. Look that is reserved for a competition.

[emitheduck]

Waking Up In Vegas (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)

a/n: I am a HUGE fan of the trope of ‘waking up married’ and this time, i wrote it as a gift for my bff @nanamilkbread

t/w: reader is female, mention of drinking (drinking excess to getting black out), sexual situations-MDNI

MASTERLIST —

(Y/n) groaned as she woke up, her head pounding while she fought to cover her eyes from the sun beam that was shining down right on her face. Clearly, she had too much to drink last night. Feeling the bed shift next to her, and not knowing who was in bed next to her, just went to show she had too much. 

She tried her best to slip out from the blankets as slow as she could; trying to also to get a peak of the mystery person in the bed next to her. Getting out of bed was one success, but seeing that the person in the bed next to her–clearly a man from the bare back–had his head completely under the pillow proved to be a failed attempt at trying to see who he was.

The more that she looked around the room, the more she noticed this wasn’t her hotel room. She was sharing a room with Emily on this case, this room only had one queen bed instead of the others that had two. At least it was the same hotel she was staying at with the team and she didn’t wander around Vegas last night. Oh god, what happened last night? Every memory from last night was blurred. She searched around for her phone, pausing out of fright when the man in the bed started to make noise and moved around. “Babe, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Just fuck me already..”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks flush as she remembered a little bit of the night prior. She could remember the team going out for drinks to celebrate finishing the case, then there was a gap, and she remembered getting hot and heavy with someone–the mystery man in bed. The man from the bed let out a grunt as he willed himself to sit up. When he stood up from the bed, they both made eye contact and (Y/n) let out a silent scream; the sound dying in her throat.

Mystery man was none other than Aaron Hotchner, her boss. 

Hotch looked like a deer in headlights, moving to quickly grab his boxers and put them back on. “(Y/n), did you just come in or were you here?”

“I-I was here when I woke up. I’m so sorry Sir, I didn’t even know, I don’t even remember–” She stammered as she quickly threw on the nearest article of clothing (clearly a mens t-shirt) to cover herself. 

“Don’t apologize and please don’t call me Sir right now.” He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I remember going out, and Prentiss practically poured drinks down our throats. And then, I can’t remember anything.”

(Y/n) frowned, going over to the fridge in the room and grabbing two bottles of water, handing one to him which he gladly took and started drinking from. It was one thing that she was embarrassed, but to see her boss like this was on a different level. 

“Check your phone, I was just about to look through mine.” She instructed him, grabbing her phone and going instantly to her pictures. “Tell me if you find anything.” There were the usual pictures from the night out, like taking selfies with Penelope in the bathroom of whatever bar they were drinking, taking pictures of Spencer mid-explanation where someone was usually pretending to be dead in the back (that person usually Morgan).

“It looks like my phone was dead, do you have anything on yours?” Hotch asked as he got up from the bed, trying not to hover over her shoulder.

She didn’t answer him as she continued to scroll. Pictures started to get worse in quality the more the night went on. “From what I see, we all got separated? And then it looks like we went to some kind of bar?”

“I have no idea what would have possessed me to drink this much.” Hotch groaned as he finished off this water. “This photo looks like we ended up at a wedding?” She questioned, holding out her phone to show him the picture. Only then, did she get a good look at the gold band on her left hand ring finger. “Oh my fucking god..”

He didn’t even ask, but grabbed the phone out of her hand to closer examine the picture. “(Y/n), I’m going to ask this as calm as I can. Did we get married last night?”

(Y/n) felt her bottom lip starting to tremble, not being able to look at him out of fear she’d start to cry. “I think we did get married last night, because I’ve never noticed this on my finger before.” She told him, holding out her hand for him to see while she looked down at the floor.

“And judging from both of us walking up naked, it’s safe to assume that we both had sex last night.” Hotch said while he tossed her phone back on the bed, getting a glimpse at the ring on his own hand. “I’ll try to find the number for HR, you’re going to want to call them, probably get a transfer to a different division might be the best–”

“I’m not calling HR, and I’m not going to try to transfer.” She interrupted him quickly, finally looking at him and feeling the blush on her cheeks. “We’re both adults, and sure, you’re my boss and this was something neither of us planned for, but we can figure this out!”

He sighed, pinching his brow as he tried to think. “(Last Name), I would never want to put you in a position where this does anything to your job.”

(Y/n) shook her head. “I respect you so much, and if this makes you uncomfortable then I’ll do whatever you want, but maybe we try and figure this out when we’re not hungover in a Vegas hotel room?”

Hotch nodded. “That seems like the best idea. We don’t bring it up, and we just wait till we get back home.”

“Can I ask you a question, or if I do will you fire me?” (Y/n) asked him, trying her best to smile at the fact he was also giving her a slight smile. “Does this mean I can call you Aaron?”

“Only if I’m allowed to call your Mrs. Hotchner.” He smirked, watching as her face turned bright red. 

“Yeah you got me there.” She winced with a smile, gathering the rest of her clothes from the floor. “I am going to try and sneak back into my room, and we will just, not talk about this for the rest of the time being.” 

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[unreliablesnake]

The first proper date (Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x reader)

Summary: You go on her first proper date with Gaz.

Note: The reader's call sign is Mare. Yes, originally she's gonna be with Ghost, but I just wanted write this stand-alone one-shot.

Warning: afab!reader

There was something about the way Gaz could look at you that made your breath catch in your throat, making you freeze like a deer in the headlights. His eyes usually spoke louder than words, silently telling you what he was thinking about even when you were on a mission.

You could be in a crowded room, your eyes locking for only a few seconds, and you would know all the dirty things he would like to do with you once you left. It made you feel embarrassed, because you didn't want to be that girl, the one who so desperately needed her boyfriend's affection.

"Why don't we get out of here?" he asked, leaning so close to your ear that his lips brushed against your earlobe.

It sent shivers down your spine and you reached out to grab his jacket, looking for something that could keep you grounded. You couldn't manage to say anything, so you simply nodded, then followed him outside.

On the street his hand found yours, fingers tightly wrapping around yours as you walked side by side. This was the first time you went on a proper date in years. Sure, Graves often took you to parties, but you were just friends, so it wasn't the same.

Gaz had done his best to keep you entertained the entire night, cracking jokes every now and then, and guiding you to his funniest friends to let you be part of interesting conversations. The private part of his life surprised you. What you see on missions isn't always in line with one's true personality.

And Gaz was funny. And weird. And intelligent. And so fucking handsome.

The worst part? He was painfully aware of this.

He took you home, not ready to let you go to the hotel just yet. "I don't even know why you stay there. You should be here. With me," he told you with a smile as you stood in the elevator.

He had you pinned against the wall, his fingers curled around your throat, thumb pushing your chin up to make you look him in the eye. His lips were hovering just above yours, as if he was trying to torture you by not letting you close the gap.

The elevator came to a halt and the door opened, so he let you go and stepped out, acting as if nothing happened in there. You followed him, legs still weak, your panties already damp from the wetness of your cunt. This man had you in a chokehold and you desperately wanted to thank him.

"Krusty's gonna be super excited to meet someone new," he noted as he opened the door to his apartment, talking about his beloved border collie you had heard so much about already.

You couldn't hold back your laugh at the thought of the dog's name. "I still can't believe you named your dog after Krusty the Clown."

"Hey, I grew up watching The Simpsons," he said in his defense. "I learned to appreciate this sad old clown when I got older."

Raising a hand to your mouth, you had to bite on your thumb to stop yourself from kissing him. You couldn't do it in the hallway, because if you did, you didn't know if you could stop at a kiss. You wanted him so badly that it took all of your willpower to resist him.

Once inside, you were greeted by the black and white furball, and the dog immediately showed he liked you by licking your hand. Gaz kneeled down and hugged the dog, even picking up a nearby toy to see if he wanted to play.

But the dog was too excited to have him back, the toy wasn't interesting at all. "I've only been gone for a few hours. Imagine what he's like when I'm on a longer mission," he explained with a smile. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Maybe water, thanks."

You watched as he went into the kitchen to get a glass and some water for you and couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be here with him for longer than a fleeting visit. Maybe you could make breakfast together, cook together, or just chill on the couch and watch some movie.

It was something you weren't used to, the idea was alien and normally seemed so impossible to happen. But as you looked at him, it still felt possible. Gaz was the kind of guy who could give you that, a normal relationship that was more than just being friends with benefits.

When he returned he began to caress your cheek as he watched you. "What are you thinking about?" he asked with an interested look in his brown eyes.

"You," you admitted.

"Oh, is that so?" He was close to you again, so dangerously close. But he probably knew that and it was intentional. "What about me?"

Instead of answering, you leaned in to kiss him, lips moving slowly, carefully tasting him when your tongue found its way into his mouth. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he put his hands around your neck and pulled you closer than you thought was possible.

Even though he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and watched your face, studying every little movement, and the look in your eyes. He wanted to know everything to plan his next move.

"I know what you want," he began quietly, "but you'll have to wait."

He was killing you, damn it. "Why?"

"Because I say so," Gaz said with a short laugh.

"Are you enjoying this?"

He gave you a quick kiss, obviously satisfied to hear you whimper when he pulled away again. "Oh, you have no idea. But I picked a movie for us, so we'll watch that first."

With a sigh you nodded, accepting your faith. He took your hand and pulled you towards the couch, where you sat down and rested your head on his shoulder. Gaz looked over at you with a smile as he wrapped an arm around you. It was nice. It was new. It was different. It made you all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Maybe you were starting to fall in love with him.

[matrixxsystem]

Luck Runs Out Part 5

Everyone squeezed into a booth in one of the corners of the restaurant and took a look at the menus laid on the table, Leo and Usagi looked so.. Natural? At this sort of thing, they were chatting away cracking jokes and not even worried about anyone else who looked their way. When the waitress came over to ask about drinks everyone basically froze up, save for April, Leo and Usagi. Which in all fairness they were all fairly terrified of the human population seeing as if they were found out, anything could happen, including something terrible like what happened to Leo. That was more than enough to make them worry about being found out. After they decided on drinks the waitress smiled and left not even giving thought to the tables weird demeanor. 

"Wow" Leo started with a little chuckle, "That was- Hard to watch, see this is exactly what I was talking about! You guys have like no social skills, I mean we're shut ins and hermits so I get it- No ones fault- But we really gotta work on that." He smiled over at Usagi feeling his boyfriends hand against his own, "Anyway- Casey! How've you been adjusting?" Casey perked up from inspecting a salt packet like a deer in headlights. "O-Oh, well... Good? I mean- I kind of didn't think I'd be, y'know, here? Not like- I just.. When the timeline was reset and stuff I thought.."

"That you'd cease to exist?" Donnie cut in, "It's a common trope in movies and media that once the time branch is disconnected or ended that all its inhabitants 'poof' from existing, but after seeing the timeline be actively altered I started thinking that may not be the case if it'd just now an isolated timeline.."

"In English Donnie-"

"Eye roll.. Fine. If he changed the future that might not mean that his past doesn't still exist somewhere. So there's a few things that could happen since he's still here in the past alive and well." Casey tilted his head a bit, "Oh? Like.. What?" Donnie gave a little shrug as he tapped away on his phone, "I'm thinking that because there's no other you in this timeline this is still your timeline in a sense, but once you're born into this timeline if you ever do now that the future is changed, you could cease to exist. So you might only have a few years left. Or you might only exist as long as you don't interact with any other versions of you? Since there aren't supposed to be two versions of you in one timeline it might try correcting itself if you two came into contact."

"Or..?" Casey asked, really hoping for a better alternative. Donnie gave a not so reassuring shrug as he spoke, "Or, because you're from a different timeline all together it might have no effect on us and the timeline might not even register you as the same person, which is how it seems. No rifts or world shattering events have happened since you got here, y'know, besides the one.. But that's unrelated to you." Casey nodded a little as he listened, getting a little tense again when the woman brought everyone's drinks and took orders, Leo taking the lead and ordering for nearly everyone since he already knew what his brothers would want to eat. Once she left again they all took a moment testing the drinks, nothing new about water and Pepsi. Casey still made a face at the carbonation of his drink, but then took another sip making the same almost painful expression, like watching a toddler try a lemon or a pickle for the first time. Leo let out a little chuckle as he pulled his phone back out, "Anyway- Since were all here I wanted to talk about the festival coming up, and about the plans we all had." Casey perked up a little, "Plans? Was going there itself not the plan?" He asked, his head tilted a little. Leo shook his head with a little chuckle, "I mean, before and after that plan we wanted to.. y'know, make.. more plans? Usagi had an idea if you guys would wanna go eat out somewhere before going, then maybe split up for a bit, get back together for some games and the firework show they're gonna do, then go our ways for the night? Or something like that?"

"Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense too." 

"There's a few places we were looking at, since Leo was trying to check out the East end of town for a while now and they have a pretty good mix of food it might be fun, and not to far from the festival.. Only if everyone else was okay with that of course." Usagi said with a little nod as he spoke. "The expensive end of town?" Donnie asked, head still turned downwards looking at his phone, "Well-Technically yes, but since Leo's been helping me with a some work here and there we have a bit saved up. We wouldn't ask any of you to pay" He glanced over to Leo who was busy staring back at him, apparently lost in thought. He rolled his eyes with a little chuckle and booped his nose, "Anyone home~?" Leo blinked a few times, crossing his eyes to look at Usagi's finger then back to his eyes, "Ah- Sorry- What were you saying-?" The woman came back over with the food and everyone got quiet again for a moment till she was gone. "Nothing important" Usagi said once they were in the clear, "Are you okay though?" Leo nodded, taking a fry off Usagi's plate, "Mhmm, no I'm good" He put his phone away as Usagi took Leos plate without him needing to ask and help him cut some of the food he knew Leo would struggle with. He slid the plate back over to Leo stealing a small piece with his fork before Leo could protest, as a tax for the fry of course.   "So.." Casey glanced between them a little then over to April still a little confused on the overall plan. "We're gonna.. Go eat first? Or go to the town first? Then watch some.. good explosions? Then go home?" Donnie nodded, "That's about the jist of it yes. We're just deciding the order of those events so everyone is clear on them. "Casey nodded a little as he started to eat, even after all these months of him being back in the past he was still amazed by the small things like the variety of foods and drinks available. He paused for a moment to savor it before continuing, having to remind himself that things like this were just the norm now. He smiled a little as he listened to the boys argue about what they all wanted to do first, and what time would be good for everyone. It took a good while but eventually they all gave in to the plan of running around the festival first then meeting for dinner, watching the fireworks then going their separate ways, weather they wanted to stay till the festival was well past over or go home right away it didn't matter too much. "So, future boy." Usagi said after a bit of silence, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh-? Sure Usagi-san"

"I know I shouldn't ask much about affairs that could endanger the present, but I'd really like to know about the other versions of me and Leo, we were together in that timeline if I'm not mistaken?" Casey nodded a little as he ate, "Yeah, well, you weren't like.. As close as you are now- Physically I mean. Showing affection wasn't really something people did in the open, it showed weakness, sentiment that could be exploited.. So we didn't really know just how close you guys were, and for how long. I mean in the hideout it was different, and you guys seemed... Happy, sharing glances and helping the other with stuff when they didn't have to. I was still pretty young when you died so I-" He froze for a moment and looked up to see everyone's concerned expression, only Usagi and Leo didn't seem as phased as the rest. Right, they didn't know much about the grim ends they all met fighting the Kraang.. "I'd like to know if you're okay to continue" Usagi said softly, trying to sound as calm and honest as possible. Casey just nodded again after a moment of hesitation, "One of the big ones, the fights I mean.. There were a handful of full-scale battles before I left, I wasn't old enough to fight in this one, but I got to go with as a medic and to carry wounded home so.. I got to see it happen, I was right there..." Casey looked back down at his plate, "He rushed to help sensei fend off what we called kroggs, animals that'd been infected and sicked on us, tearing apart everything in their path. Sensei was already hurt, and half the pack was running at him, Usagi-san saved him. He saved a lot of people that day and gave us all time to retreat. When I circled back to make sure everyone alive had been taken back I saw them both, laying there on the ground. I wasn't close enough to hear it but Usagi-san grabbed sensei's hand in his and told him something that made him start crying.. I called for backup, I wasn't strong enough to take sensei back myself yet."

"How old were you?" Usagi asked, seemingly unphased by the rest of the story. "..I was eleven." He said back, there was another pause between everyone. "I guess it's comforting in a way, to know that Leo was there with me, and that I would be able to save him, and that we ended up together regardless." Leo took Usagi's hand in his giving it a gentle squeeze, "I should also say, sometimes after talking to Casey about his future you might uh.. Get some memories from you're future self, it's totally normal though and its usually just like, having weird dreams or something just so you're warned about that-"

"Oh? Interesting.. Is that what happened to you the other night Leo? Or was it just a weird dream making you talk out loud?" Leo shrugged a little, "I honestly don't remember, what'd I even say?"

"Something along the lines of dismantling a robotic version of your oldest brother I think?" They turned back to Casey, "Well Jr-" Leo asked with a little smirk, "Ring any bells-? Uh- Casey..?" Leo quickly wiped the smug expression off his face, a slightly concerned one replacing it immediately seeing his reaction. "Wait- I become a robot in the future?" Raph asked, nearly choking on his drink hearing that it was in fact something that the future held. Donnie put a hand on Casey shoulder and nodded, "Yeaaah, so I'll take this one, I analyzed some of the logs from Casey mask that my future self apparently modified for him and there's... A lot of information that was there but there was a good amount on the schematics and general upkeep instructions for an oversized Raph-bot of sorts. It seems his body wasn't able to be fully recovered but they devised a way to keep his consciousness in a container and allow that container free reign over the metal form. One that was eventually used as a last resort power source once I was no longer around to fix things myself."

"Wait you died?!" Raph looked a lot more concerned that he did about his own 'death' it seemed, Donnie just shrugged, "What did you expect? I'm an autistic softshell who'd lost his ninpo and been infected, my physical form was crumbling months before you died, it was only a matter of time, I'm honestly surprised that my future self managed for as long as he did. Me personally, I'd just take the L and call it a day haha-" 

"You wHAT?" Raph said putting his drink down, causing a few heads to turn to look their way. He quickly quieted down and tried to compose himself to look as normal as possible before continuing in a whisper. "What do you mean you were infected??" Donnie rolled his eyes, "Oh relax Raph that's not now, it didn't happen in this timeline, so we're in the clear on that. But Casey informed me the Kraang had engineered a bioweapon that I happened to fall victim to." Casey nodded, "They used it to limit out food in hopes that we would start fighting among ourselves for resources and fall apart or starve to death. A few got infected, but they all died within maybe a month or two, Donnie managed to fight it for nearly three years... He was bigger and stronger than the others though when he got sick.." Donnie nodded and started doodling on his napkin, "Yeah apparently I was like, twice as tall as I am now, like, Raph sized- But the infection sucked the life outta me so I got really weak and thin, near the end I was at the point where I couldn't even walk without help. I used the last of my time writing code and all of my notes on how to keep things running. Which I don't know why my suture self didn't just log all his instructions as he went to make everything so much easier, it would have saved to much time to write everything as he was going to if anything happened that was unexpected or if he needed to be away doing who knows what, that things would still be taken care of. Whatever, it's in the futures past now, it doesn't really matter."

"Doesn't matter??? Donnie you basically got alien cancer!" Leo said flicking one of Usagi's fries at his head, "But I didn't in this timeline and that's what matters-" He said flinging the fry back at Leo. Usagi caught the fry before it hit Leo and set it on a napkin, "Lets not use the food as ammo and risk a food fight and getting kicked out." Leo and Donnie both huffed a little but listened, since he was right obviously. Leo latched onto Usagi looking up at him with his usual dramatic pout. Usagi just rolled his eyes and gave in, kissing his head, and letting out a little chuckle when Leo decided that was clearly not enough to keep him behaved. He leaned down giving him a quick kiss, not wanting to over do it in front of his family, "Now behave." He said in a whisper, "You can do that for me can't you~?" Leo huffed again and nodded, "Fiiiine" He said as he sat back in his seat, finishing his food as the conversation got more light hearted and they started talking about thinks like April finishing college this year and Casey starting a business with Donatello for his inventions and skills in coding. He was easily able to get a part time job doing coding and since he'd been trained by Donnie it was like doing first grade math to him so he was quickly offered better positions and it seemed to be going well for him. Leo couldn't help but think about Usagi's voice and kept getting distracted, once everyone was done Leo pulled out his phone and texted the group without Usagi. 

Leon: Hey would you guys be down to like, go somewhere else? Like the movies? I know you guys wanted to see that new JJ movie and show Casey around, you don't have to but I figured I'd ask cause we're already out

Angelo: Ohmigosh we should!! The JJ movie looks soooo good!! Can we? Can we? Can we?

Raphie: I mean... I guess, if everyone really wants to it could be nice?

DonTron: Might as well, it'll give me a chance to try out a new feature on my headphones that filters out chatter and random noise. 

Angelo: Awwww yiiisssss babey I can't wait 

Leon: On another kinda related note, would you care if I wasn't there? I uh, kind of wanted to try some of those what ever its called, the practices Donnie made me do when I was in the med bay recovering the past few times? Physical therapy right? That's what it's called? Well, that- But- it just looks real stupid so maybe don't be in the lair while I do em okay-

Raphie: Oh so it was a trap to get us outta the house huh? 

Leon: ...Is it working?

Raph sighed out loud and looked over to Leo with an unamused expression, while Leo had his signature shit eating grin. "Just- make sure you clean your room when you get home first got it?" Leo nodded and hailed a waitress over paying for the table and leaving a tip too before getting up and taking Usagi's hand and waving them off. "Oh are we going?" He asked, since he wasn't really aware of what happened over text. Leo nodded as he walked out leading Usagi towards his place, "I'm gonna be honest, and you can say no but you got me in a mood to make out and I really didn't wanna wait so I told everyone else to go see a movie cause we were gonna do some physical therapy stuff.."

"So you lied so we could be alone?" He asked with a little chuckle, Leo wrapped an arm around Usagi's waist as they walked, "Well physical therapy can be a lot of different things, who's to say exactly what I meant versus what they took it as y'know~?" 

"Ohh, you sneaky little~ Fine, only for a little bit, you've only bought us about an hour or two so we'll need to be carful, and quiet" Leo nodded, "Yeah and I know dads gonna be out too, or at least dead asleep in his sound proofed room so he won't bother us~"

"In that case~ I have a little request~"

"Oh? What is it?" LRO Part 1 Part 6