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[hotchnerwrites]

“Enemies to lovers, but only one of them thinks they're enemies. The other has been entirely obsessed since the beginning.” Saw this concept on here and got me thinking—reader works at the bau and thinks hotch hates her, but in reality it’s the opposite and she’s misreading his signals?

Mixed Signals

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SFW, idiots in love, good ending, swear words

A/N: Hi hi hi hi!!! sorry for the long wait!!! finally have some time on hand from exams and im getting all reqs done!!! chose to go down a dry humour/funny route for this. honestly reminded me of my olive branch fic, except it's reversed ahahah. anyway, thank you so much for your patience. i hope you enjoy this!!!! so much love, mwah mwah mwah <3

My requests are open. Send me stuff! Please read the rules before asking, and be advised there is a slight wait time right now. But I will post for sure. :)

ps- i kind of maybe forgot to proofread so let's pretend any errors don't exist 😬 

At the end of the day, it was just work.

You all were colleagues— professionals selected for their skills, all crammed together into one bullpen and expected to play nice. That didn’t mean you had to be friends. People were allowed to dislike each other if they wanted. It happened. Tensions flared, personalities clashed, and someone always ate the last yoghurt tub.

And if Aaron Hotchner happened to hate you in particular, well, that was his right. It was just part of the job. And you were aware of it. Oh, so aware. Acute, constantly and embarrassingly aware.

There was no question about it: he hated you. Not disliked. Not tolerated with professional indifference. No— this was loathing. Cold, calculated, deep-in-his-bones hatred. 

You felt it in your blood every time Hotch walked into the bullpen and skipped over you when saying good morning. It radiated from his office like a laser death ray whenever you laughed a bit too loud. 

It wasn’t paranoia. You’d done the math.

Morgan? A nod of approval. Prentiss? Professional respect. Reid? Indulgent patience. Rossi? Best friends. You? Fuck all.

You were sick of the stone-faced silence. And that look he did. That little glance from the corner of his eye, paired with a crease between his brows. Like your presence caused him physical pain. You’d once made a joke in the SUV, and he sighed. Not laughed. Sighed. It was actually quite impressive, how consistent he was about it. 

You’d retaliated by calling Hotch all kinds of names. Mentally, of course. It was childish and dramatic, you know. But no more dramatic than the way he had once corrected your paperwork with a red pen, and hadn’t even told you— just left it on your desk like a cursed object. 

You tried not to take it personally. For a while, it worked. But then he started doing this thing— this new thing— where he’d enter a room, and leave as soon as you walked in. It had only happened twice, but it had been the same excuse both times: that superiors called him away. Suspicious.

So you did what any well-adjusted and emotionally mature adult would do. You went straight to Garcia’s office and told her that your boss hated you and you were going to get fired because he could smell your weakness. She’d gasped, handed you a bejewelled stress ball, and offered to hack into some database on your behalf (you declined, but it was nice to feel loved for a change).

Still, you couldn’t shake it. It seemed like he couldn’t be in your orbit for more than three and a half minutes without the need to file an HR report.

So when the moment came, you weren’t prepared.

●・○・●・○・●・

You were in the briefing room, finishing up your notes after everyone else had gone. The case had closed. People were smiling. Even Hotch had smiled at someone. (Not you. Obviously. But still.)

You were alone now, sorting through crime scene photos, muttering under your breath about timelines, when his voice startled you.

���You missed lunch.”

You jumped. Clutched a photo like a weapon. “Hotch—you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”

He looked vaguely alarmed. “I knocked.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” he insisted, like someone trying to explain doorbells to a raccoon.

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you want?”

He paused. Then, slowly, he stepped forward and—without ceremony—placed a sandwich in front of you. Neatly wrapped. Labelled with your name. From your favourite place.

You blinked. “…What is this?”

“You didn’t eat.” A beat. “It’s been a while since the brief ended.”

“I— I was going to—”

“I’ve noticed.”

You stare at the sandwich like it’s a bomb. Then at him.

“You got me food?”

“Yes.”

“Because you hate me and you’re trying to poison me?”

He blinked. “What?”

“It’s fine,” you said, hands raised in mock surrender. “I respect it. A clean kill. No one would suspect a thing.”

“…Why would I hate you?”

You let out a single, disbelieving laugh. “Are you kidding? You avoid me like I’m radioactive. You only talk to me when absolutely necessary, and even then, you struggle. You sigh when I speak.”

Hotch looked absolutely, entirely baffled.

“I sigh at everyone.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. It’s a thinking thing.”

You scoffed. “Well, you don’t think around Morgan that much, apparently.”

He exhaled. Then, before you could launch into Exhibit D (the Unspoken Broom Closet Incident), he said:

“I’ve always valued your insight.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Your reports are consistently the most thorough. Your geographic profiling is precise. You’re one of the most detail-oriented agents I’ve worked with.”

You stared at him. “…So you don’t hate me?”

“No,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “Quite the opposite.”

Silence.

You opened your mouth, about to ask what the opposite of hate even meant in Hotch-speak, but he was already turning away, clearing his throat.

“Anyway,” he said, suddenly very interested in the wallpaper, “I thought you might want lunch. That’s all.”

And then he was gone. Just—left. Like he hadn’t just lobbed that cryptic grenade over his shoulder and walked away.

●・○・●・○・●・

You don’t eat it right away. Not because you’re still suspicious—it’s from your favourite deli and has your name written on the brown paper in what can only be described as Hotch's weird, neat serial killer handwriting—but because you're too busy mentally disassociating.

Quite the opposite.

What on earth did he mean?

The rest of the day passes in a weird, slow-motion haze. JJ gives you a weird look when you accidentally sit in her chair. Reid asks if you’ve seen his recent paper, and you blink at him like you’ve just returned from war.

Because you’re thinking. Hard.

Like:

That time Hotch asked if you were staying late and then looked weirdly panicked when you said you were walking home.

The morning you came in limping from breaking your ankle, and he said, “You shouldn’t be here,” in the flattest tone imaginable.

How he called you by your first name once, and you almost fell out of your chair because he never uses anyone’s first names. You chalked it up to a lapse. 

And then. Then, the worst one.

Last month. You’d been coughing like a maniac during a briefing. He had placed a bottle of water in front of you with a dull thunk. At the time, you had taken it to be his passive-aggressive way of saying please shut the fuck up right now. Only to find out later from JJ that he’d actually gotten up and left mid-meeting to get that water for you.

Now you're sitting at your desk rewatching it all in your head like the twist ending of a psychological thriller.

●・○・●・○・●・

You don’t see Hotch again until nearly 6 p.m., and when you do, he’s at his office door, jacket folded over one arm, clearly intending to head out.

You’re not even thinking when you get up and intercept him halfway down the hall.

He stops mid-step when he sees you. “Everything alright?”

“I… need you to clarify what’s going on.”

He exhales like someone who just got caught by airport security. “About what?”

You try to keep your expression neutral, but your heart is pounding like you’re about to ask your boss if he’s mad at you—because that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“You’ve been… weird,” you say finally. “With me. For months.”

Hotch tilts his head. “Weird.”

“You barely speak to me unless it’s about a case. You avoid sitting near me on the jet. I brought cookies in last week, and you took one, then put it back. Who does that?”

He has the audacity to look mildly horrified. “I didn’t mean to put it back.”

“That’s not the point.”

You’re spiralling and he knows it. You can tell by the way his jaw tightens like he’s trying not to laugh. You, on the other hand, are mortified.

“I just need to know,” you continue, quieter now. “If I did something wrong. If I’ve annoyed you somehow, or if you genuinely just… can’t stand me.”

There’s a beat of silence, just long enough to make you want to crawl into the floor tiles.

Hotch runs a hand down his face. “I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I—” He pauses, and then, with all the charisma of a man giving a congressional hearing, says, “You make me nervous.”

You blink. “Sorry?”

“You… distract me,” he mutters, like he’s admitting to tax fraud. “I didn’t mean to be distant. I thought it would help.”

“Oh.” It comes out stupidly small, because your brain is too busy cataloguing every single interaction the two of you have ever had and realising, oh no, he was just emotionally repressed and completely, tragically bad at this.

You swallow. “So… you don’t think I’m annoying?”

“No,” he says, almost immediately, and then after a pause, “Not even a little. Not even when you talk over me in briefings.”

You almost laugh. “That’s because you talk like we’re in court.”

“And you talk like you’re arguing with your GPS.”

Now you do laugh, and something about the way his shoulders ease tells you this is maybe the most honest conversation you’ve ever had with him.

You look at him for a second longer, searching his face. “You’re really bad at this.”

“I know.”

“You could’ve just said you liked me.”

“I’m saying it now,” he says, softer.

And okay—maybe Hotch didn’t confess it with a rose in his teeth and violins playing in the background. Maybe it came out like a man filing paperwork for a broken heart. But it’s still something.

“You want to get coffee or something?” you ask.

He nods once. “Yeah. I do.”

You don’t know what this is yet. But it doesn’t feel like work. And this time, he didn’t glare— so, by your standards, that was basically a proposal.

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[moonstruckme]

hello, sweetie!! i've been reading your doctor!remus content for a while now, and i literally can't get enough of it. you write him so well, and i just can't help it when i binge through every fic you have of him. <33

is it okay if i send in a request? please ignore this if you're not taking any right now or if you don't want to write it. totally fair!!

could you do one where reader (female or gender neutral is fine with me) sort of breaks an ankle or an arm, and it hurts like hell? aside from pain meds, reader craves a hug or two from remus, but he's very busy and he almost doesn't have the time to visit reader?

again, don't feel like you have to write my request. i completely understand.

have a nice day or night. and remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself. :) <3

Thank you angel, hope you're taking care of yourself too <3

cw: hospital setting, Remus is slightly negligent of his patients but don't worry they're all fine because I make the rules

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

Remus thinks that he handles stress well. He’s good at prioritizing, and he can juggle more patients than most when the hospital is at its busiest. Remus is often the one his colleagues call for when there’s a child in need of calming, frantic families who won’t let them work, or when they can’t think straight because they’re so overwhelmed. He prides himself on having his shit decently together at least while he’s at work. 

But, unfortunately, knowing you’re in one of the curtained rooms lined up in front of him and not being able to spend his shift sitting with you has Remus’ carefully wound concentration coming apart at the seams. 

He finds himself cocking his ear for your voice when he knows he’s only two rooms over from yours. The patient he’s meant to be paying attention to has to repeat the name of the medicine she takes twice before he gets it. One room over, and hearing your gasp makes him stop mid-sentence, standing up straighter. His patient asks if he’s okay. 

Remus does feel close to the appropriate amount of guilt when he rushes that last patient’s final checks before discharge. He resolves to steep in penitence later. 

You’re chewing your lip when he pushes your curtain open, your eyes flitting up to his with something like relief. 

“I only have a minute,” he breathes, pulling the curtain closed behind him before kissing you. “Hi, lovely. How is it?” He looks down at where you’re still holding your fractured wrist in your lap. “Have you not been seen to yet?” 

“They said a doctor would come soon.” You lean forward to kiss him again, hitting the corner of his lips. “And look, here you are.” 

Remus frowns. “Bailey should have been in here by now.” 

“I don’t mind waiting.” 

“You’ve been here over half an hour. Your arm should at least be stabilized while you wait.” He glances out the crack in between your curtains, trying to catch a glimpse of his negligent colleague. “How’s your pain?” 

“Rem, I’m fine,” you say. “Can we just—” 

“I’m going to go get him in here.” He touches your unhurt shoulder, giving it a brief, reassuring squeeze before he turns to go. More focussed than he has been since you arrived. “Just sit tight, it won’t be much longer.” 

“Remus.” The splinter in your voice halts him as his hand closes over the curtain. Remus turns back around. 

Your eyes are glossy. It shakes him in a way nothing else can, like none of the horrors of his work ever do. It’s not pain, he doesn’t think. There’s a raw quality to your expression. 

“I don’t want him to come in here yet,” you whisper. 

Remus finds his voice dropping to match your quiet. “Why?” 

“I just want you.” 

His heart shudders. “Sweetheart,” he says, compassion heaving his tone, “I want to stay here with you, too, but you know why I can’t be the one to treat you. It’s against the rules.” 

“I know, but I just—can we—” You blink harshly, trying not to cry. Remus feels sick. For someone who deals with other people’s pain all day long, it’s sort of pathetic what the sight of yours does to him. “Can I just have a hug before you go?” 

“Oh,” he murmurs. An ache in the back of his throat. “Yeah, of course.” 

Remus has moved closer to you without realizing, drawn by the need to fix your upset, so it only takes a half step to be able to get his arms around you. You put your head on his shoulder like you’ve been wishing for it for hours. 

“Is this alright?” he asks, careful not to press anywhere near your injured arm. “Don’t let me hurt you.” 

“This is good.” Your voice is a watery consistency. Relief seeps from your every pore. 

Remus feels it seep into him, too. He rubs between your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to brush you off.” 

Your sniffle breaks his heart. “You didn’t brush me off. I know you’re busy.” 

“I always have time for a hug.” He presses a kiss into your hair. “It’s, like, half my job, you know.” 

“Are you hugging other girls?” 

“Only the very, very sad ones.” 

You make a sound he suspects might be a muffled laugh. “Guess I should count myself lucky I got some of your time, then. In between all these sad girls.” 

Remus hums. “I may have a bit of a soft spot for one in particular.” 

[allisluv]

aaahh yay for a new charger!! Hmmm ok if it tickles your fancy, can I request a Finnick x reader fic post-rebellion where she’s feeling perhaps a touch soft, maybe not even realizing it (like just a heavy/triggering day where she’s feeling anxious) and Finnick knows, doesn’t comment on it, just hovers/takes over stuff for her to lessen her load? (Sorry if it doesn’t make sense - I got excited & wanted to send something in hahaha)

farmers market.

pairing: finnick o'dair x shy!wifey

content warnings: reader is having a rough go of it, use of petnames, pre-established relationship, set post-rebellion, finnick is so soft and sweet it's giving me a tooth ache (/pos), teasing, banter, fluff with a sprinkle of angst, not edited.

word count: 2k

author's note: elle, i hope you don't mind me writing this one for finnick x shy!wifey! i hadn't intended to originally but i started writing and i was like this is so them coded for me not to, you know? so, without further ado... here's my first finnick x shy!wifey oneshot. requests for them are open!! please do note that this can be read as a finn x reader insert too if you prefer that!! also this is my first time writing in a hot minute so please be kind. reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

Bad days tend to creep up on you like the calm before the storm, and without really knowing why, you welcome those days back like an old friend.

Its strange, when you think about it; you would think that the promise of a life without a constant war would feel reassuring but in reality, all it does is instil you with greater fear, and that is saying something.

In no way shape or form are you saying that you would have preferred to live under Snow's rule-- even less under Coin. You're simply saying that it feels terrifying to have this glorious taste of freedom, when in the back of your mind, there's a voice that reminds you it could all be taken away from you in a matter of seconds.

Finnick can tell something is weighing heavily on your mind when you toss and turn in bed all night. He combs his fingers through your hair, and presses soft kisses to your forehead, but no amount of comfort is able to soothe those reeling thoughts.

Eventually, you manage to doze off with Finnick's arms wrapped tight around you. Still, your sleep is broken and even then, you cant escape your anxiety.

Finnick watches over you as you rest. When a crease forms between your brows, an indicator that your dreams are not being kind to your weary soul, he uses his thumb to smooth it out. When a pitiful whine slips past your parted lips, he holds you closer and mutters words of reassurance into your hairline.

It's nearing noon when you finally start to stir. Finnick's arm had gone dead long before now, but he figures the pins and needles that shoot through his arm are well worth it if he has you in his arms like this. He watches as your eyes lazily flutter open and you absentmindedly sink deeper into his embrace. "Hi," He whispers into the silence. You wipe your eyes and mumble something incoherent. He smiles. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

You hum sleepily as you nuzzle your cheek against his bare chest. He is warm and soft and he smells like home. You can't help noticing the absent scent of saltwater and a frown tugs at the corner of your lips. "You didn't go swimming?"

Finnick wraps his ankle with yours under the duvet. "Didn't want to."

Your frown deepens and even in your half-asleep state you know he's lying, so naturally, you call him out on it. "I call bullshit." You try to sit up straighter but he eases you back down onto his chest with a quiet hum. "Why didn't you go? You always go swimming in the morning."

He kisses your forehead. "Maybe I just wanted to stay here with you." His fingers trace a path up your back. He normally does go swimming every morning; it's somewhat of a ritual for him. But he doesn't want to leave you when he knows you're having a rough go of it, especially when you're almost as stubborn as him and won't ask for his help. "Is that okay with you?" He teases.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but his hands are gentle and soft on your body, and it eases some of the pent up tension in your frame. "Hmph. I suppose so." It's meant to be a joke, but your voice falls flat.

He doesn't seem to mind. He knows you're bound to be snippy or sad or on edge or all of the above. Hes had his own fair share of triggering days since the war ended and he's been the exact same. He just gives a quiet hum so you know he isn't ignoring you, and then he allows the silence to settle.

There's still a pit of unease in your stomach, but it's lessened slightly by his presence. "What time is it?" You ask after a while.

Finnick cranes his neck to one side to check the alarm clock on the bedside locker. "One."

You swear you give yourself whiplash as you shoot up and he grunts softly at the loss of contact. "In the afternoon?"

"No, in the morning. See the stars outside?" Finnick deadpans, trying to lighten the mood. You shoot him a withering look, and he grins and sits up now, too. "Its alright, angel. We're allowed to have a lie in every now and then." He soothes, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder blade.

"We've got to go grocery shopping today," You argue, but it's a weak protest, even to your own ears.

"And we've got plenty of time," He responds patiently, smoothing his hand up and down your back once more. "It's a Sunday. The market doesn't close until seven. Just relax, my love. It's all okay." He knows you need to keep yourself busy on days like this; it's a way to remind yourself that you're controlling something.

He shifts onto his knees, the bedframe creaking underneath him, and wraps his arms around your midsection. "It's all okay." He promises. A kiss to your shoulder again. "We can get changed and leave right now if you want to, alright?"

You melt into his touch before giving a stiff nod. Maybe if you're out of the house, it'll ease your worries a bit, or at the very least distract you. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your neck this time around. "Okay."

"Yeah? That sound like a plan?"

You nod, more relaxed this time. "Yeah."

Finnick gets changed in a matter of minutes, and is ever so patient as he waits for you. He watches you flit between your wardrobe three or four times, choosing an outfit and changing your mind once you go to put it on,

"I'm sorry," You say quietly on your fifth time around. Your deft fingers anxiously toy with the hem of your sleep shirt as you sift through the contents of your wardrobe.

He's perched on the edge of the bed, and he offers you a gentle smile as he sees your fingers move to your mouth. You gnaw on a hangnail, and he pushes down the urge to lovingly scold you. "It's okay. Take all the time you need, angel. I'm in no rush."

Once you're finally dressed and out of the door, Finnick can't help but notice the way your eyes dart around nervously. He knows that you're no doubt feeling more wary, and he wants nothing more than to help soothe your heightened emotions. "So, angel, I was thinking." He slips his hand into yours as you move. He doesn't seem to mind how damp your palm is.

"Hm?" Your head whips around to see him. "Sorry?"

"I was thinking." He repeats patiently, matching your pace. He knows that you need a distraction right now and he Is more than eager to be of assistance. "There's this lovely cove off the coast. Malcom-- you'd know him, he's the coast guard-- was telling me about it. It's about an hour or two from here by boat. It's meant to be gorgeous out there. I was thinking we could go snorkelling there one day, if you'd like."

"I've never been snorkelling," You remind him softly.

He squeezes your hand. "I know. I could teach you." He offers. "We'd be able to make it a day trip. We could bring a picnic for the boat and we could sail for a while before getting to the cove." He presses a kiss to your cheek. "What do you think?"

The weight in your chest is shifting now that you're not tangled up in your thoughts. You can breathe a bit easier. "Yeah." You nod. "It could be fun. When were you thinking?"

Finnick hums in thought. "Maybe the day after tomorrow? If you're up for it. We can always do it later, I'm easy." He shrugs.

You nod. "Sounds like a plan."

The market is practically empty when you two arrive. Finnick insists on carrying the wicker basket you brought with you, and he follows your lead as you drift between stalls.

On your way out of the market, he tugs you toward a jewellery stall. Without even giving you time to ask what he's doing, he holds up a necklace, testing it against your complexion, before turning to the seller. "I'll take this one please."

You arch an eyebrow and give his hand a tug. "What're you doing?"

"Buying you a necklace." He replies simply.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"You don't have to."

"I said I want to, not that I have to." He corrects you, pressing a kiss to your joined hands. He pays the vendor for the necklace and secures it in the basket before letting you lead him out of the gazebo.

It doesn't take long to get back home, even with your goods from the market weighing you down. Finnick flicks on the air-con once you are inside, and once he sees you moving to turn the stove on, he secures his arms around your waist and practically manhandles you all the way back to the sofa. "Nope. Not happening."

"What are you--"

"Youre gonna sit there and watch something or read or... I don't know, do whatever you want while I cook dinner." He grins as he lets go and you flop down on the sofa. You open your mouth to complain, but he simply kisses you quiet before pulling away and pecking your head. "I have it covered. Don't worry about it, okay? Just relax. It's fine. Relax."

You sigh, but admit defeat, anyway. "Alright. Just... don't burn the house down."

Finnick arches a brow. "Are you doubting my cooking abilities?"

"Yes."

"Says the one who nearly did burn the house down making toast on my birthday."

"That was one time! And I was doing something nice!"

Finnick laughs and pecks your forehead again before sauntering into the kitchen. He's glad you seem to be feeling a bit better. "I know. But it still happened." He calls over his shoulder.

It doesn't take long for you to follow him into the kitchen; you're a tad bit clingy when you're feeling anxious like this. He doesn't make any remarks on it; he simply taps the countertop beside him in invitation and goes back to stirring a pot of sauce.

You swing your legs back and forth before finally finding your voice. "Finn."

He glances up from the pot. "Yeah, baby?"

You sigh. You've never been very good at naming your feelings, even when you were a kid. It makes you feel stupid. "I'm anxious today." You finally blurt out.

Finnick turns down the heat on the stove to give you his undivided attention. He nods sympathetically. "I know. Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head. "No. I'm just letting you know."

He nods. "That's okay. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You've done more than enough," You rush to say.

"That's not what I asked." He retorts gently. "Is there anything you need?"

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek. Asking for what you needed or wanted was also another thing you weren't very good at, but Finnick doesn't make you feel silly for it, and it feels easier to tell him. "Can I have a hug?"

Finnick wastes no time in reaching for you. His arms fit around you as snugly as possible but it doesn't feel constricting. It just feels safe. He rests his chin atop your head and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "Love you."

"I love you," You reply, melting into him. You can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips when you see the steam bubbling from the pot over his shoulder. "Hey, Finn?"

"Yeah, angel?" He pulls away just enough to smooth your hair out of your eyes.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's awful at cooking."

He frowns and looks over his shoulder when you laugh. "Shit!"

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Heyyy, this is my first time ever requesting or even sending this, so please bear with me, I'm trying my hardest to make it understandable and not seem rude T^T. I wanted to know if you were up to writing a continuation of the one-shot/ask "Stangers, T'a'yta (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader". You could possibly write about their growing relationship or maybe a scenario where the differences in their culture collide and or something....honestly it's up to you T^T. Reading it made me so flustered yet also happy, iykwm. I've also been trying my best not to spam you with likes, since I've been reading almost all of your Yautja stories, and now took the courage to send you a request about, yk. Sincerely, K.

Strangers Part 3

Pairings: T'a'yta (male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4640

Summary: T'a'yta invites you to hunt with him. Not to disappoint him, you go with him to hopefully impress him. But you aren't anywhere close to being fit enough for this. You try... and fail. T'a'yta tries to push you without realizing it. It doesn't go far.

Author Note: I totally forgot I had these stored away! Whoops!

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

Dating a Yautja is something you never expected to ever be an option in your life. Let alone finding one so kind and caring such as himself. T’a’yta is the kindest, sweetest male Yautja you’ve ever come across. Most of the ones you’ve met are either stoic or just don’t want to talk or look at you. Which you’re fine with. Honestly, any Yautja scares you, besides Ze’se and T’a’yta. That’s because you know them and they could protect you. But being around a random one alone, you keep your distance. Rules or not, they can kill you easily.

Not to say this isn’t a slow process. The two of you were from different species, different cultures. It’s all a learning process. Thankfully T’a’yta was more than adapting to the situation, learning the ways of how humans dated and how to ‘woo’ one per se. Bless his sweet heart. He does try. You do as well. Learning about how Yautjas court each other. It included lost of bones and skulls. You weren’t expecting all of his… trophies he had in his ship. He had offered to you to pick one. Nervously, you had chosen a simple looking one. Even it held a story of harrowing dangers.

That did interest you on their hunts. The dangers they willingly face just for a skull to be added to their collection. As a human, that was incredibly impressive. The stories he’s told you are nothing short of impressive. All of his near death experiences, to the scars he’s adorned with. There was a reason he was an elder. He’s clearly earned that title outright.

A message pinged on your phone. The spatula was set down on the counter. You flipped your phone over and smiled at the text message. T’a’yta greets you with a ‘good morning’ text. Then… asked if you had plans for the next week. The entire week. Confused, you told him you were. That got your brain immediately start to roll of ideas that could possibly explain what he wanting. You picked up the spatula and continued to stir your pasta.

The next message froze you in your spot. T’a’yta wanted to go on a hunt with you. He wanted to take you off planet to hunt with him. That both scared and excited you at the same time. Fear was a natural reaction in the face of the unknown. The fact that T’a’yta wanted to take you off planet in the first place. You stared down at the screen, spatula hovering over the pot of softly boiling water.

It was an opportunity. An amazing one. You’ve never been off planet before, never really having the want to. It was scary to go somewhere you haven’t been before. But this… with T’a’yta. He’d keep you safe while out there. You trusted him that much. You sent a message back and told you would love to go with him. Then, you finished up with your dinner.

Next week came. At a space port in your city, you met T’a’yta at his ship. The second time you’ve been on it, it was still amazing to look at and exploring. T’a’yta met you at the ramp wearing a simple loin clothe and some pieces of bones decorating his tresses. You smiled up at him with a small nod.

“Hey, Tay!” Said Yautja fluttered his mandibles with a short purr. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his mid section. For a moment, T’a’yta froze in his spot before returning the gesture with a warm hug. You wanted to sink against him and enjoy his warmth. Instead, you grudgingly peeled away. “Thank you for giving me an opportunity to hunt with you. This is such a cool idea for a date.”

He dipped his head with a grunt. “I too. I am glad you’ve accepted this. I have had this planned for sometime. It lined up perfectly to have you join me.” The brown Yautja turned and guided you up the ramp. You followed after him with a bag of necessary supplies.

Your eyes scanned over the interior of his space ship. You were more than excited to be able to go out into space in this thing. With T’a’yta at your side to teach you, you were going to learn so much under his guidance and care. “So, where is it you’re taking me?” Hopefully, it wasn’t either a freezing cold or sweltering hot planet. None of which you could easily survive on.

“It’s called Ket,” he answers and shows you to his room. Where you are able to store all of your staff. “It’s similar to earth for atmosphere. A biomask will still be needed though. There is oxygen but not lots of it.” You store your bag next to the nightstand. “The part of Ket we will go has a jungle-like biome, but the trees are large. Think of the redwood trees.” Your eyes sparkled at the notion of getting to see such massive trees.

“Really? That sounds amazing!” you cheered and spun around to free him. “Is there something we are specifically hunting?” Of course, it had to be something dangerous if he wants it. T’a’yta planned this before even dating you. Knowing this could be something that could kill you, did frighten you some. You brushed off the fear the best you could before beaming up at T’a’yta.

“Lighets. Small but agile creatures. A venomous bite that can brin down on Yautja in under a minute.” You couldn’t help the gasp that left you. “Yes, dangerous but I will not let you get hurt. Wait until you taste their flesh. It’s a hot thing on the market right now. Not many willingly go hunt them.” As a human, it doesn’t seem reasonable to go hunt such a dangerous creatures if they could easily harm or kill you. It would be safer to just stay away. Yet, here you are with T’a’yta, about to join in on the fun.

“Do you have a picture of one?” you asked. T’a’yta nodded his head, tresses sway with the movement.

“I have something better.” The brown Yautja jerked his head towards the door. You bounded after him with a pep in your step. He led you out of the bedroom, down a ladder, and into his trophy room. You marveled at the amount of skulls once more. He’s alive for six human lives at least, this probably isn’t all of it either. Or has he gotten rid of some?

T’a’yta picks a skull off of the wall then turns towards you. It was smaller than you were expecting. It rivaled between a coyote and house cat-size. Something this small can bring down a five hundred pound beast with one bite? You shuddered at the thought of it getting to you or T’a’yta. It scared you.

“That could bring you down?” you questioned with a small voice. His bright blue eyes narrowed a fraction, almost missed.  You timidly stepped up to him and ran a finger over the pearly white skull, feeling the smooth texture.

A grunt left him with a simple nod of his head. “Yes, but I know how they attack. Once you learn that, it makes hunting them easy.” That made sense.

“Okay but… I’ll let you know that I don’t have any gear. No armor or weapons,” you told him and titled your head back to look at him. “I didn’t know what to get.” T’a’yta se the skull back and shook his head.

“No need.” Your brows furrowed, eyes following him walking up to a wall. T’a’yta pressed a hidden button. A secret door opened up on the wall. It revealed a compartment with a set of armor that would fit armor. “Once you accepted, I contacted a close hunt brother and had this designed for you. It is yours to keep.”

Your eyes widened. A gasp escaped you. “What? No. You can’t be serious! I-I can’t. It’s too much,” you sputtered and took a couple of steps back in shock. Armor?! He got you armor for this hunt. That was too much for you to accept without paying him back. “Tay, how-“ he cuts you off by taking one large step forward and grabbing your chin.

“No, it’s not too much. I gift it to you.” He tugs you close to him as he bends his back to crowd into your space. “I told you I would keep you safe. This armor will do that.” The skull is set off to the side. T’a’yta uses that newly freed hand to curl around the back of your neck and tugs you even closer. His forehead presses to yours.

If you are to go on this hunt with him, it would be stupid not to take the armor. Not that you think he would let you go out there without anything to protect yourself with. “Fine, but I will find a w-“ The hand pinching your jaw slid up just enough to pinch your lips together. You huffed and glared at him.

“No.” The nearing elder made his statement clear. A pout took over your features. He finally lets go of you to take your hand and led you over to the armor.

A metal mask meant to cover your lower part of your face sat on the top of everything. The armor had beautiful designs etched into it. A mix of white and sky blue danced across the metal. You were astonished by the gift, still not believing he was giving this to you.

Finally, you turned towards T’a’yta with tears starting to well in your eyes. “Thank you.” Then, you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. “Thank you so much. I can’t wait to go hunting with you.” A planet with large trees that would tower over you like the redwoods in California. Jungle might be a downfall though. The humidity and heat. Your face scrunched up at the thought.

From there, T’a’yta guided his ship off the planet and heading towards Ket. You were perched in his lap, only one seat in the cockpit. One of his muscular arms is wrapped around your torso to keep you locked in place. You watched as the planet grew smaller and smaller until he turned the ship and shot off through space.

Nearly a day later, the ship rocked slightly and touched down on Ket. You were immediately rushing towards the cockpit and skidded to stop behind T’a’yta’s pilot’s chair. There through the window was the untamed jungle that held creatures that could easily kill you. It wasn’t terribly too off from the jungles back on earth besides the massive trees and large foliage. It made you feel like this place was meant for giants. And you had just stepped into their territory.

“Holy shit. You weren’t kidding about the trees!” you gasped, eyes wide with excitement. T’a’yta chuckled then swiveled in his seat and stood up. He walked out of the cockpit. You followed after him with a pep in my step, nearly skipping. “How long do you think it’ll be for us to find the lightets?”

T’a’yta goes into the trophy room where the armor and weapons are stored. “That’s the fun part about hunting. We will have to find tracks then follow those. Hopefully they’ll be fresh as well.” Expertly, he grabbed his own gear first and adorns himself quickly with it. His hands moving from muscle memory. Then, the large male turned towards you.

“The armor may feel weird at first but it should be comfortable.” T’a’yta went through the same motions with you, a bit more slow this time. He took his time to ensure each piece was comfortable and secured on your body. He ensures you are safe before stepping back to admire the work.

The one thing that may take time to get used to is the mask. Nothing was wrong with it. But you’ve never had to wear something like this for some time. It’s a little heavier than you expected but it had something to filter out everything besides oxygen. You shook your head side to side and found it not restricting as much as you thought. Then, you gazed up at T’a’yta.

“Well? How do I look?”

Those bright blue eyes scanned over every inch of your exposed skin. His hands cupped your jaw. “Stunning.” Your cheeks flushed with heat. You were thankful to have the mask on to hide most of the blush. A small giggle sounded from the back of your throat. From nervousness and embarrassment.

“Oh, you don’t have to flatter me. You already do plenty for me.” Once more, T’a’yta leans down and presses his forehead to yours. The touch soft and gentle. Fuck, he’s so sweet to me.

A low purr erupts from his throat. He lets his hands wander down the sides of your body to grab your hips and pulled you close. “I need you to stick close though. Do not stray.” He made a note of that since you do like to wander off. And that’s just in the streets of your city where it’s not terribly dangerous as here.

You nodded your head. “I understand, Tay. I won’t let you leave my sight, okay?” Neither of you wanted you to get hurt so the best thing to do was stick close to each other. Even if that means he has to carry you at times.

Soon enough, the two of you were embarking out into the wilderness of Ket. Though the air was filtered via the mask, you were able to catch the sweat scents of the jungle. Or others that made you want to turn your nose up. Apparently, it was all because of the plants nearby.

From fallen down trees to creeks, T’a’yta helped you along. Either by carrying you or encouraging you to make your way across. At times, you had gotten scared from a giant insect that appeared out of nowhere. It’s wings and body helped it camouflage into the surrounding foliage. An undignified squeak left your lips as the moth-like creature fluttered into the air.

Immediately, T’a’yta spun around, hands at the ready. His body relaxed as he chuckled, seeing what scared you. “Little one, it’s just a zebeler. They are harmless.” You placed a hand on your racing heart and watched the insect flutter away.

“Sorry, it just scared me. It came out of nowhere!” you walked up to him and took a deep breath to help calm yourself.

He grunted and patted the top of your head before continuing. What else do these lands hold? Besides zebeler and lightets. One was just a simple insect while the other could take down a full grown Yautja. There was such a difference between the creatures.

Further along, the two of you stopped along a creek. The water cool and refreshing in the sweltering heat and humidity that made you sweat uncomfortably. Your hands dipped into the water. Water was scooped up and poured over your head. The cool temperature helped sooth the heat that nearly boiled you alive.

Next to you, T’a’yta scooped up some of his own and poured it into his mouth. Luckily for him, his immune system could fight off any bacteria in the water. While, your own couldn’t. A waterskin and handheld filter was necessary for you to travel with him.

Then, he paused, head slowly turning to his right. Your eyes immediately followed his towards a set of small paw tracks in the mushy mud. They, at least, looked fresh. You think? T’a’yta looks back at you to make sure you were following his gaze. You nodded.

“Those had been made in the last three hours,” he whispers and stand back up. You followed suit and stalked over to the tracks. T’a’yta stops at your side and knelt back down to show you something. “See how far the toes are spread with the slight indents of claws. That’s what a lightet’s track looks like.” The size was no bigger than a Pitbull paw size. You made sure to imprint that memory forever.

The tracks go back up the bank and into the foliage. You followed after them until the thick plants blocked your route. T’a’yta came up behind you and offered you a hand. Confused, you place your hand in the palm of his only to bite off a yelp. He hoists you onto his back with just a fraction of his weight.

Once he makes sure you are situated securely, he plants his feet, lowers his weight, then launches high into the air. A scream desperately crawled at your throat. Somehow, you are able to fight it back. Instead, you buried your face into his neck and held onto him as tight as possible, maybe even choking him out in the process.

His sharp talons dig into the bark. Deep grooves carved a few inches down in the tree until he found his perch. With a grunt, T’a’yta began to climb even higher, to the lowest branch on the tree to perch for a moment. His head turns towards you. You can’t see his eyes due to the biomask that covers his entire face, but you know he’s looking at you.

“Ready?” he asked with a teasing tone in his voice. Your brows furrowed together.

“Ready for w-ah!” T’a’yta sprints down the branch until the very last second and launches himself off of it with incredible speed. The only thing you could do in the moment was hold on for dear life. A pathetic cry leaves your lips. Your nails dug into his scaly flesh, not even doing enough to mark him.

This went on for some time. For the exact time, you don’t know. All you felt was the wind rushing through your hair and the sudden rise and falls of gravity. A feeling that made you want to puke all over T’a’yta. Your stomach twisting inside of you as you held back the vomit that wanted so badly to come out.

After what felt like ten tortuous years, T’a’yta came to halt and helped you slide off of his back. Your legs were unsteady and weak, forcing him to keep you in his arms. You trembled against him, trying your best not to puke all over his feet. T’a’yta’s hands go to your chin and tilted your face up.

“What is wrong?” he asked, concerned.

It took a few moments to finally push down the lump in your throat. “Please… don’t do that again. Tha-“ you gagged and turned away from him, holding it back. “That was horrible.” His shoulders dropped.

“Did I do something wrong? Had I gone too fast? I apologize, I thought you would like being up high. You can see better up here.” In a sense, he was right. The height gave you an added bonus on the prettiest of the jungle. Yet, his movements had been way too hard on you.

“The speed.” You took a pause to catch your breath. You were bent over, hands on your knees. “You… next time, we’re walking. Okay?” It was a bit harsher than you meant but you hated puking. Plus, you were still up here with only him to catch you. That thought popping in your head made you freeze to the spot. Your gaze slid over to the edge and saw you were so far above the ground that the death would nearly be instant.

A yelp left you as you scuttle backwards into T’a’yta’s hold and spun around to face him. You clutched to him like a life line. His arms instinctively encircled you and brought you flush with his chest. “P-please get me down from here,” you begged him, eyes clenched shut.

His arms tensed for a moment before he hoisted you up into his arms. With one arm wrapped around your torso and your legs snagging his waist, T’a’yta begin the climb down. Not for a second do you dare look down or even around. The height and lack of anything besides T’a’yta to catch frightened you down to the bone.

Once the two of you were back on solid ground, you let go him hesitatingly and took a deep breath. It helped settle your quaking nerves. At your side, T’a’yta timidly reached out.

“Are you okay to continue? If you wish to return to the ship, I won’t blame you,” he tells you and peels his biomask off of his face. Concern swirled in his baby blue eyes. His mandibles twitched. You sighed again and walked over to him. Your hands cupped his jaw. One of your thumbs rubbing along the wrinkly skin.

“I’m fine. I want to keep going. I just… don’t want to do that again please. Unless it’s necessary, okay?” you explained to him in a soft voice. The rapid beat of your heart was beginning to slow down. His presence helped with that.

T’a’yta watched you close. His eyes darting between your two until he found what he was looking for. The tension in his shoulders was released. He nodded his large head. “Alright.” He turned and nuzzled into your touch, eyes hooding over for a moment before he pulled away. The biomask was reconnected and slipped back over his features.

With that settled, the two of you set off again after the tracks on foot this time around. The foliage around was unforgiving as it snagged on your fragile, exposed flesh. You continued to push onward until T’a’yta stopped in his tracks and lowered himself down. You did the same thing, trying to quiet and slow your breathing.

Moments passed until you saw movement through the leaves. There popped out a lightet. Your eyes widened at the sight. It was an orange with stripes of cobalt blue. Though beautiful, you knew it was deadly. Even a lone one.

Another pops out. Soon enough, a group of five gathered in that area. It was a group of all males. Meaning T’a’yta had fair game on which one to kill. You on the other hand would stay back watch from a safe distance. The last thing T’a’yta wanted was you to get hurt or even killed by one of them. It was for your safety and well being in his mind.

Not that you were extremely disappointed. Watching the hunt and just being with T’a’yta was what this was really all about.

For a moment, T’a’yta glanced back at you to make sure you knew to stay. You gave him the slightest of nods. He refocuses on the lightets on hand. His body coils up tightly, preparing for the hunt ahead.

Then, he darted forward at the right moment. His hands snatched up one of the creature’s by the neck. The other free limb forces the creature’s head to twist until a small snap was heard. You could help the small hiss and flinch at the sound. The lightet goes limp in his hold. Dead.

Oh.

The other animals began to go after him with angry yipes and howls. You watched with bated breath, scared out of your mind for T’a’yta. These things could take him down in one bite. And you would be useless to help him. Even the small knife at your waist couldn’t do much against the four of them.

T’a’yta easily dodged each attack with either defensive move or an offensive swing. The sharp talons that ended on each other his fingers raked across expertly on one lightet that had grown too close. Blue blood sprayed across the green foliage and stained the animal’s fur. It gave a painful cry and slunk away, hissing at T’a’yta with rage.

But, he didn’t stop.

Even as the numbers dwindled to three, they continued to fight on.

A gasp left your masked lips. Your hands flew to the metal mask covering your mouth. One had gotten so close to biting T’a’yta. Long claw marks decorated his back now, leaving a scar he would later flaunt about. He growled and whipped around. His massive hand gripped the lithe creature’s neck and snapped it with ease. Though it had almost gotten to him, you felt sorrow for the lightet’s death. Only slightly.

Two left. Both lightets glanced at each other before bounding off into the foliage. T’a’yta stood there, hands flexed at his sides for at least another minute or so before relaxing. His posture straights up as he glances over to you in the bushes. He motions for you to come out then goes over to the closest lightet he killed.

Expertly, a knife is pulled out of his belt and wields it. You are rooted in the spot.

“Little one, come here. I want to show you how to clean a kill,” he calls over to you without looking towards you. He seems to be proud of his kills as he admires the lightet motionless on the ground.

Yet, when you don’t move towards him, he finally turns his head towards you. A lump grows in your throat. Your name is called by T’a’yta. “Don’t fret, it can’t harm you. It’s dead.” He makes a motion of picking up its head and showing its lifeless eyes towards you.

This was a mistake.

That set you off. You stumbled backwards. The heel of your foot catching on a root. A yelp passed your lips as you fell backwards. T’a’yta says your name in haste and rushes after you. His large body kneels down at your side and helps you sit up. He crowds into your face until you pushed him away.

You scrambled back a little bit to put some space between the two of you. T’a’yta waits there while watching you carefully.

When you finally take a moment to calm down and realize your terrible reaction, you lowered your head and pushed up your shoulders. “Oh god, I-I’m sorry. I thought… I thought I could handle all of this. But, I don’t know.” A few seconds past until you realize what you said sounded like you wanted to break up. You popped up on your knees.

“Wait! Not like that.” The sorrowful posture he once held changed. “I mean, the hunting. I’m fine with the skulls but seeing it happen.” Your whole body shuttered. The thought was cool but seeing it in real life was different. “I’m sorry.”

A chuff came from T’a’yta. The giant brown Yautja knelt closer to you. “No need to apologize. You have done nothing wrong. This is a learn experience for all of us.” That was true. No road was smooth. There will always be a bump or two. He raised a hand slowly, waiting for you to make the choice to either stay or pull away. He cups your cheek.

“Now I feel bad. You got me this amazing armor and I probably won’t use because I can’t handle hunting.” Tears pooled in your eyes. T’a’yta scooted closer and gripped bother of your cheeks. He careful wipes away the tears falling down.

His head shakes side to side, making his tresses sway with the movement. “Do not. If you would like, I can help train you with fighting skills. Or you can just wear it for fun. You don’t have to wear just for hunting.” You brightened up at his offers.

“That’s true!” A small smile cracked across your features behind the mask. But he saw the way your eyes crinkled.

“Alright, are you okay to go back?” he asked you once you’ve calmed down enough. You nodded your head. T’a’yta helps you off of the ground then goes to gather the lightets. He does his best to shield them from you before guiding you back through the jungle. All the way back home.

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Look, Don't Touch 6

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: mondayyyyyy

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

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“Captain wants you nice and clean,” Steve says as he removes the cuffs from your wrists. You’re as good as vibrating with excitement. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with the sergeant.” 

“Yes, Captain,” you breathe. 

His lips curve, only slightly, and his cheek dimples. He grabs your arm and walks you down to the bathroom. He nudges you through the door. 

“Don’t come out until I say so.” 

“Captain,” you face him. “I’m not afraid of Bucky. You don’t have to--” 

“He’s done enough,” Steve gently pushes your further in. “Now, let’s get rule one out of the way. When I give you an order, you do it. No arguments.” 

You blink, “Yes, Cap--” 

The door snaps shut before you can finish. You stare at it for a moment. Your natural stubbornness is at odds with the glee of your victory. It’s kinky, isn’t it? Steve giving you orders. The way he’ll use you like an object. That’s everything you’ve dreamt of and more. 

What makes you even wetter is that Bucky lost. Fuck him. That guy has an inferiority complex the size of his ego. 

You sigh and turn around. Is this how women feel when they’re giddy? Are you swooning? 

You turn on the bath and let the water pour out into the porcelain. Would Steve fuck you in here? You would like him to break you against every surface of this place before all is done and said. And what does that entail? You’re not that worried. You’ll die happy if that’s what it comes to. 

You lower yourself into the hot water. As soothing as it is, it only underlines all the damage Bucky’s done to you. Nothing you can’t handle but still. That fucker has issues. 

You hear his return. His voice irks you. Puts the tension back into your muscles. You should be so bothered by the Winter Prick but he really is annoying. If you cared, you might ask Steve why he even bothers with the rabid dog. 

You close your eyes as their voices come closer, their footfalls too. 

“Buck, please, I gotta clean all this up--” 

“Steve, you’re making a mistake. She’s a criminal--” 

“I’ll deal with her.” 

“How?” 

Silence. 

“How?” Bucky repeats. 

“She’s my problem, Buck.” 

“Pfft, sure. You’re not really going to do this, are you? She’s of her fucking skull. She’s been breaking in. Do you know what she did in your bed?” 

“Yeah, I do, pal,” Steve counters. “And I'm gonna do worse to her. So go. You’re done here.” 

“Steve--” 

“Buck. I asked you to water the plants. Look at that ficus? It’s about to die.” 

Bucky sighs. You know it’s him because he’s so damn pathetic. There’s a thump then a clamour of steps. The front door slams and Steve chuckles. 

You stir the water and smile to yourself. You’re not one of those dreamy girls, wishing the captain would save you, but it doesn’t feel too bad. It makes you a little tingly to have him send away that idiot. All for you? 

There’s a tap at the door, “almost done in there?” 

“Yes, Captain,” you preen back as you sit forward. Shit, time to make yourself human. 

“Ten minutes. I want you waiting.” 

“Yes, Captain,” you echo. 

You are thorough in your scrubbing. You feel tainted. More than usual. Fucking asshole had his hands all over you. You clench at the thought of what he was about to do when Steve walked in. Stop that. 

You pull the plug and stand. You dry yourself off on the mat. The door swings open. You flinch, startled at Steve’s sudden entrance. 

“Let’s go. Time to get your uniform on.” He says. 

You squint. What does he mean? Well, whatever he wants. Maybe he’s into some freaky ass roleplay. You could be the cadet and he’s the captain... 

He points you down the hall, back to the front room. You almost sigh in disappointment. You’d prefer the bedroom. Still, if he wants to fuck you on the couch like one his sluts, you’ll go for that. 

You slow as you look around the apartment. It’s still a mess. You suppose it will take some time to restore it to its previous tidy perfection. 

“On the table.” He says. 

You think he’s ordering you onto the table and a thrill flows over you. As you follow his command, you’re disappointed. You find a pile of clothes waiting for you. Not a military uniform, something worse. You sift through them; a dress, stockings, satin and lace lingerie. Heels! 

“The hell is this?” You mutter. 

“When you address me, you will speak clearly.” He looms behind you. “And you will speak to me with respect.” 

You hesitate but shrug. 

“Stand up straight. Ladies don’t slouch.” 

You turn to look at him as you hold the flimsy underwear. He tilts his head as his hands go to his hips. His eyes are icy. It’s hot but the context is lacking. You don’t want to dress up like some fucking lady. 

“And they smile,” he warns. 

You stare at him. Alright, this is actually getting weird. And that’s you saying so. 

“You know what, I’m not sure--” 

“Rule one,” he marches at you.  

“Ah, jeez,” you drop the underwear as he seizes you. He twists you around and bends you over the table. You purr. “Oh, Captain, that’s what I’m talking about.” 

He huffs and swipes up the underwear. He leads one of your feet through, then the other. He rips them up and jerks you away from the table. He swats your ass with a growl. 

“Get dressed. Now.” 

You push yourself up slowly and grimace at the wall.  

“Yes, Captain.” You mutter. 

“I can’t hear you,” he cuffs your head. Alright, you’re starting to get pissed. 

“Yes. Captain.” You enunciate. 

You hook the bra around you. Really? You’re a sports bra enthusiast. This is a ledge. Your tits are going to spill out at any moment. 

You ignore the garters and reach for the dress. He tuts, “everything.” 

You roll your eyes at the wall. You don’t know. You’ve never put this shit on. Garter belt first, then the stockings. He sighs again and clips the lacy tips himself. Christ. 

You grab the dress and pull it on. Not much better. The dress is shorter than you like despite looking like an old lady’s. You face Steve and shrug. He steps forward and ties the strings by the collar in a bow. You miss your tee and jeans. 

He points to the shoes and you put them on. They are too small. Not to mention too high. 

“Perfect, now, I’ll have to get you some makeup and probably some hair pins but you’re already looking better,” he grins and squeezes your arms. “You’re all ready.” 

“Oh yeah?” You perk up and reach for his chest. He draws away. You drop your hands in disappointment. 

“Yep. Better get to work,” he looks at the chair and the tarp and everything else. You cross your arms and curl your lip. 

“You want me to... clean this up?” 

“You’re questioning me again,” he puts his hands on his hips as he faces you. “You made this mess.” 

“What-- no, Bucky--” 

“You broke in, sweetheart. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? To be Cap’s best girl?” 

You nearly gag. That’s nasty. Still, you figure you can play along if it gets you a little something. Your eyes stray down to his pants. You never expected to get this close, can’t blow it now. You only want to blow him. 

You wobble around on the heels. It’s ridiculous. You start by folding the tarp. You’re sure to keep as much of the mess on it as you can. You drag it to the bathroom to dump in the tub. Ugh. 

“I told you to smile,” Steve says. 

You look back as he fills the doorway. You force a smile and go back to rinse off the plastic. You fold it up and carry it out. Then you start on the front room. God, Bucky is ruining your good time even when he’s not here. 

You’re not stickler. Your apartment is a shithole so you don’t put much into keeping it tidy.  You get all the clutter up and look around. 

“You’re not done,” he scoffs, looming. “Well?” 

“Yes, Captain.” 

“The couch. Fix the blanket, fluff the pillows. Still got sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming...” he lists off the exhaustive list of bullshit. 

The only thing that keeps you from snapping it the promise of him. You get through this and the Captain will have better orders. Maybe you can get down on your knees and polish something else. 

Sweat forms on your brow as you go through it all. You take a break, leaning on the mop, and tug at the collar of the dress. It’s damn hot. 

You look over as Steve tilts his head, watching you as he leans in the doorframe. His hand is on his crotch. Now that’s what you’re talking about. You smirk and his brow arches. 

He turns and marches away. What now? Can’t he just get to it? Bucky got you all worked up and now-- 

No, you don’t want Bucky.  

Steve comes back. He has something else in hand. He unfolds it. 

“Put this on, honey.” 

You rest the mop against the wall and take the apron. You tie it on as you stare at him. “Sure I can’t do anything else? Hm?” 

“Maybe, keep going,” he insists. 

You hide your chagrin as you snatch the mop. You go back to your cleaning. Friggin bullshit but you expected worse. You expected to be choked out by now. 

You sense him following you. He’s like a drill sergeant. He points out when you miss a spot and makes you go back over what you didn’t do right. You sneer at the floor as his shadow trails you around. 

All at once, he’s in front of you. You’re surprised to find his dick above his pants. You stop as he pumps himself furiously. He spills onto the floor in front of the sponge mop and you back up. He grunts and groans in his release. 

Is he cumming all over your clean floor? Better yet, cumming over you cleaning his apartment dressed like some oppressed housewife? He’s fucking weird. 

“Goddamn, you look so good in that dress,” he puffs as he lets go of his dick, his hand shiny with cum. 

His lashes flick open. You grip the mop and stare. He glances at his hand and back to you. 

“Well, clean it up,” he holds out his slimy palm. 

You squint then look around. You take a step and he clucks. 

“Nope,” he shoves his hand toward your face. “Clean it. With your mouth.” 

You cringe and he brings his other hand up to flick your ear. You flinch and whimper, “ow.” 

“Captain says clean it up.” 

“Yes, Captain,” you grit out. 

You lean in and brace yourself. You stick your tongue out and drag it through the salty, sticky smear. It’s hot when you think of it but still sickening. You’re a freak. You always wanted to taste him but you hoped it wouldn’t be from him playing with himself. You’d prefer maybe some yourself. 

Before you can get all of it, he covers your face with his hand. You jerk back but can’t pull away. His other hand wraps around your head and he wipes his cum all over your face. He pulls you close as he drags his touch down to your neck. 

“Take the dress off.” 

He lets you go. You chew on the order before you eke out the response. “Yes, Captain.” 

You peel off the dress. He swipes it away. You go to wipe your face and he snaps his fingers. 

“Leave it. You’re not done.” 

He grabs the mop and holds it out to you. You take it reticently. You swallow down your protest. Just be cool. You can do this. He’s working up to it. It’s foreplay. 

As you wash the floor, you flash back to the videos. Those nights of you watching. Him rutting behind a woman as she clings to the couch. Smacking her ass as he threatens to break her back. Only this time, it’s you. 

“Good job,” he praises. “Now, time for breakfast.” 

You nod and he stares. You search his face. “Oh, you mean... me?” 

“Well, what else is a woman for?” He nears and taps your cheek. “Bacon, egg whites, and rye toast, sweetheart.” 

He takes the mop and marches away. You look around the apartment. Nice and tidy. At great effort too. 

You slowly cross the room and enter the kitchen. You’re no cook. You throw ramen in a bowl and add water or eat yogurt straight from the container. This is fucked. 

You go to the fridge and open the doors. Hm. Where to start. You take out the eggs. 

“You gonna ask me how I want my eggs?” Steve appears in the kitchen door. 

“Yes, Captain, how do you want your eggs?” 

“Omelet. Remember, white only.” 

“Captain,” you flip open the carton. 

“You should start the bacon first. Eggs cook fast.” 

“Right.” 

He sucks his teeth, “you should be able to figure this out, sweetheart. It’s in your blood.” 

You look at him and scrunch up your nose and eye brows. 

“Smile,” he orders again. “Don’t make me tell you again.” 

[houseofaegon]

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✷ ─── sweat ♱

pairings: boyfriend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: teasing bucky while he's working out

✷ ─── one night in madripoor ♱ part 1 ╱ part 2 ╱ part 3

pairings: FATWS!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: infiltrating a club in madripoor was not what bucky barnes had signed up for. tension has always defined your complicated partnership, banter, stolen glances, constant teasing, pushing and pulling. but this mission? it threatens to tip everything over the edge. when sam sends you undercover as a dancer, and bucky finds out the hard way, lines blur, tempers flare, and control is the first thing to go. he's always called you infuriating. you've always called him an asshole. but under the neon lights of a strip club in madripoor, he might just call you his.

✷ ─── say my name ♱

pairings: dom!bucky barnes x loki sister's!reader

summary: bucky barnes swore he hated you. you swore you hated him more. but one sleepless night, he catches you moaning his name through your bedroom door—and hate turns to heat, fast. now you're both tangled in sheets, dripping in sweat, cursing each other out while you fuck like enemies who never want to stop. and if your brother finds out? well, that's a problem for later.

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✷ ─── widow's web ♱

pairings: bucky barnes x villain!oc

summary: She was supposed to be dead. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents don’t survive an entire building collapsing on their heads—let alone walk away untouched, vanish off the grid, and reappear years later as an agent gone rogue, as a high-level international threat with an extensive body count, several bounties on her head, and a growing list of governments too afraid to speak her name out loud. But Isadora Vale did. She was one of theirs once. Recruited and rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. after the Red Room fell. A weapon reprogrammed into a multi-billion dollar asset. They gave her missions, orders, trust—until she learned the truth. Until they betrayed her—and left her for dead. And now she’s back, leaving bodies behind like breadcrumbs. Each corpse marked with a crimson lipstick stain. A signature. A warning. An invitation. She’s a ghost. A myth. A weapon built by the Red Room—refined by S.H.I.E.L.D.—now turned loose against the world that made her. Against the governments that used her. Against the people who claimed to protect her. Against the man who was supposed to be watching her six. S.H.I.E.L.D. wants her gone. The Avengers want her caught. And Bucky Barnes? He can't stop looking for her. Can't stop thinking about her. Can’t decide if he wants to capture her and bring her in, or press her up against a wall and beg her to ruin him He was assigned to stop her. He tells himself that’s still the plan. Instead, he lets her slip through his fingers again and again. But every time she slips through his fingers—smiling, taunting, calling him sweetheart through stolen comms—he doesn’t pull the trigger. Because somewhere between the blood, the fights that end with heavy breathing and lips too close, the chase, between her whispers in his comms, between the way she smiles before she disappears, he stopped wanting to catch her. He doesn't understand what's happening to him. But there’s one thing Bucky Barnes is sure of: He’s already wrapped around her fingers—caught in her Widow’s Web. And the worst part? He doesn’t care, and he doesn't want to get out.

✷ ─── power isn't dominance ♱

pairings: congressman!bucky barnes x senator's daughter!reader

summary: you’re the senator’s daughter—the one who actually runs d.c. from behind a perfect smile and sharp claws. congressman james buchanan barnes is a reformed war machine with a reform bill you’ve been ordered to kill. you were supposed to ruin him. instead, he’s pinning you to office walls and growling promises against your throat like they’re policy. you hate him. he hates you more. but neither of you can stop circling. this isn’t politics anymore. it's control. it's obsession. but power isn’t dominance—and bucky barnes was ready to show you what dominance really means.

[hotchnerwrites]

I love your fics!!! especially your Hotch fic soft spot :,,)) too cute, you write him in such a natural way but I still get butterflies 🦋

I was wondering if you felt like writing more Hotch, if you’d take a request for our reader who went with the team to make an arrest and ends up getting hit in the head by the unsub (not badly! just like that one episode of emily with the wooden plank) and has a mild concussion! maybe something that takes place after the arrest when the team regroups and Hotch immediately notices something is wrong/calls over the medics to take a look at you!

Soft Spot, Part 2

◁ part one

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: SFW, fluff/banter, no use of (y/n), oneshot

A/N: Hi anon, so glad you liked my work, means so much to me. Here's what you asked! I really do apologise for the wait, it's been crazy. I really hope it's what you were thinking and that you like reading this. So much love. Mwah mwah mwah <3

My requests are open! Please read the rules, and be advised that there is currently a waiting time due to a backlog I'm working through. But I'll get to you without fail! Send me stuff :)

The unsub was in cuffs. CSU had since secured the scene, and the SWAT teams were pulling out. Technically, that meant that everything was fine. 

But Aaron had been doing this long enough to know that just because everything looked fine, it didn't mean it was. So he defaulted to his post-case wrap-up ritual, where he catalogued everyone’s location and safety. His eyes quickly scanned the team regrouped outside the apartment complex.

Morgan and Prentiss were next to the suspect at the SUV, Rossi and JJ were giving statements to the local press, and Reid was checking in with the techs.

And you—

You were sitting on the edge of the curb, quiet, cradling your head in your hands like you were trying to hold your skull together. 

Aaron’s stomach dropped. Years of instinct, and he just knew.

You were good at hiding discomfort. He had noticed that early on, your tendency to downplay aches and pains, even injuries. You preferred taking care of everyone else first. He doubted you even realised how obvious it was— how every small gesture, every warm smile dedicated to your teammates came at the cost of you neglecting yourself entirely. 

Even now, as you sat there completely zoned out, trying to blink away whatever fog had settled over you, Aaron could see it— the tremble in your fingers, and the sluggishness in your movements.

You hadn’t said a word to anyone. Of course you hadn’t.

He was already crossing the distance before he fully registered it.

“Hey.”

You startled a little, hand dropping from your temple. “Hotch.” Mumbling, you tried to straighten up, giving him that I’m fine smile. But it faltered at the edges, and now that he was closer, he could see the red welt forming along your hairline.

His jaw tensed. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re swaying.”

“I’m—”

Before you could finish the sentence, Aaron sat down next to you, steadying your elbow. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it left no room for argument. “Stay seated.”

You hesitated, stubborn as ever, but as a wave of nausea passed over you, that determination wavered.

“Did the unsub get you?”

“…Plank,” you mumbled sheepishly, glaring at the gravel. “Didn’t even see it coming.”

Aaron’s jaw fluttered, a rare crack in that cool, controlled exterior. “You should’ve said something sooner.”

You sighed softly, “It didn’t hurt so bad at the time.”

He met your eyes— and damn it, even with your pupils slightly unfocused, that stubborn pride was still there. But so was the quiet fatigue, the faint shakiness that you couldn’t mask.

Aaron exhaled, softer this time. “Head injury isn’t nothing.” His voice dropped, quieter. “You don’t have to power through everything, you know.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but a medic was approaching now, called over by Hotch’s subtle nod.

You glanced at him suspiciously. “Did you—?”

Aaron didn’t deny it. Just sat back, arms folded, watching like a hawk as the medic gently examined you, going through the usual barrage of concussion questions. You answered fine, but even then, Aaron couldn’t help tensing up when he heard the slight wince as they checked the lump on your head.

The medic cleared you quickly enough. Luckily, it had just been a mild concussion; no immediate alarm bells.

Still, Hotch couldn’t help hovering.

“You’re riding back with me,” he announced, tone brooking no argument.

You tried for some humour, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “What, no more Uber surprises?”

For a second, Aaron’s eyes softened. The same look he gave you on rainy days, and when your coffee mysteriously appeared on your desk. That quiet, inexplicable fondness that said more than any words ever could. 

“No,” he said simply, “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

And maybe it was the lingering adrenaline, or maybe it was the subtle warmth behind those words, but the ache in your head faded into background noise. 

So for the first time all day, you relaxed, letting yourself lean into Aaron. Just a little. And you could swear he shifted closer too — like somehow, without saying a word, the two of you had finally found it.

That quiet, steady place between worry and warmth.

Your sweet spot.

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[dpspcehntr]

Hey! I saw your requests are open. I hope you are having a great weekend.

My request:

GradstudentMC!xSylus

MC is 3 weeks deep in perpetual research work and Sylus is realizing MC might need a stress relief but having troubling finding time to assist. Sylus being a little bratty about needing more time with MC is also a plus.

Thanks in advance and I hope you have fun writing this! (if you choose to do so)

Do you know? 😭 Did you know when you sent this that I’m in grad school?? 😭 I had to do this request simply because it is too self indulgent not to so thank you so much 🙏🏾🙌🏾

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Warning: Grad School AU!, grinding

You see your phone screen light up with a new notification.

1 New Message From: Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤

You quickly switch your phone to silent and continue diving in to the third article of the night. You’ve been deep into your thesis research for three weeks now with no signs of slowing down. Between your teaching job, grading papers, research, and writing; much of your social life has fallen between the cracks. Not that you have much in terms of a social life, your cohort is very busy, but what was there might as well be dust on your phone screen. Your eyes burn slightly from looking at your computer screen for so long but alas the grind never stops. Before long another two hours have passed and yet you feel no closer to the end. You sigh and get up for a stretch and grab your phone.

8 New Messages From: Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤

2 Missed Calls From: Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤

“What in the world?”

You mutter to yourself as you open up your missed messages.

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: Kitten I haven’t you in almost a week

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: Ignoring me now? This is a new low for you, sweetie

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤 : Sweetie

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: You know these things work two ways right? No point in just talking to myself

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: I see your location I know you’re home

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: Call me back when you get a chance

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: At this rate I’d say you forgot about me kitten

Scary Crow Man ❤️🐦‍⬛🖤: Don’t think I won’t come over there

You sigh and lock your phone yet again. Just for one second you want to not think about your responsibilities and close your eyes. You lay down on the couch in your living room and before long you’re fast asleep. When you realize what happened you sit up with a start. Shit shit shit! You forgot to text back Sylus! Still in your dazed state you look around the room to find Sylus on the seat opposite of you waiting idly for you to wake up. You rub your eyes blearily and get up to stretch.

“How did you even get in? I don’t have a spare key remember?”

He looks up at you with wild amusement, this must be fun for him. A smirk sits on his lips as he looks back down as the gun he’s polishing.

“Took you long enough, sweetie. I was starting to think you were ignoring me, I had to come check and see for myself. You didn’t think I’d make my own copy for ‘emergencies’?”

He sets the gun in his hand down and gestures for you to come closer. You don’t have much fight left in you after these last three weeks and happily oblige, straddling his thighs and sinking deep into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and settles your head into the crook of his neck. Your breath lingers on his skin sending a shiver down his body. You pepper his skin with little kisses while hugging him tighter. You missed him so much during all of this but time just hasn’t permitted you a moment to see him. The weight of your stress hits you then and all you want is to be underneath him. What better stress relief is there than getting dicked down by your hot scary boyfriend? He notices the change in your kisses, just a little more aggressive and needy. His hands slide up the back of your shirt making you shiver under his touch. You lean back and move your arms to wrap around his neck and pull in to lightly peck his lips.

“I’ve missed you too, kitten.”

His hands continue to explore your body as he leans in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth greedily as you card your fingers in his hair. He presses you deeper into him, trying to feel as much of you on him as he can.

"Sylus, I need you. I need you real bad."

You whisper into the kiss before trailing them down his face to the sweet spot on his jaw. He moans shamelessly as you grind yourself into the hard on forming in his pants. He takes of his hands from under your shirt and slides it underneath you. Once seated in his grasp he stands up as you wrap your legs around him. He carries you toward your bedroom.

"Anything for my little scholar."

[goquokka00]

Hellooooo! Can I request bangchan x innocent!reader? Kind of like corruption kink, also, reader is a virgin. And can you pls pls pls add some overstimulation plss? Sending love 🩷🩷

Oh, definitely!!! Took me a bit to get actual good ideas and decide the flow and all that, but I think this one turned out really well. Hope it's what you were picturing 💗💗💗

Corruption

Summary: Chan was always aware of how innocent his step sister was. He was also aware of how good of a student she was, too. It always managed to feed into his imagination, and it didn't help that you were his ideal type. So imagine his surprise when he found the perfect blackmail to get his precious little sister to do whatever he wanted.

Pairing: Step Bro! Bangchan X Step Sis! Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut (MDNI!)

Warnings: Stepcest, Chan is manipulative, Reader is gullible, a little bit of bullying kinda? but they're step siblings so they're gonna pick on each other anyway, mentions of masturbation, nipple play, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it before you tap it everyone), squirting, overstimulation, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 5.3K

The first time Chan had ever met you was when his mom decided to have you and your dad over for dinner. At that point in time, your parents had been together for about a year and had finally deemed that it was time for you both to meet.

Now, Chan had been fully aware that his mom's boyfriend had a daughter. He knew that you were extremely kind and sweet, as his mom put it, and that you were a very good student. He had also found out that you were younger than him by about 6 years.

He was NOT warned about how beautiful you were. The second you had walked into his home, your crop top and very short shorts hugging your body in all of the right places, a sweatshirt tied around your waist as you took off your sandals and straightened your bangs out and tightened your ponytail...he already knew he was fucked.

You were the definition of his ideal type. A perky chest, curves, thick thighs...someone who was extremely kind and considerate, and wanted nothing more than to just help out where they could...god, you were perfect.

That night, during dinner, you paid attention to every detail him or his mom had said. What his interests were, what his mom liked in children, rules that they had in the household, and so much more. You took all of that information in and remembered it. Every question you were asked was answered with such...perfect answers.

How were your grades? All A's, with a few B's, but nothing too extreme.

What were you majoring in? No clue, you were just focusing on generals at a local community college until you figured out the career path you wanted to take.

What were some of your favorite hobbies? Writing, reading, drawing, sometimes even going on walks or going to the library to study on fascinating topics.

What chores did you usually do? Anything that had to be done, but you weren't a fan of doing the dishes because of the small bits of food that would touch your hand and scare the crap out of you.

You were like an angel from heaven. Even after dinner, when Chan and his mom were cleaning up, you offered to help dry dishes and tidy up a bit. It was unbelievable.

You were unbelievable.

Eventually, over the years, Chan got to know you better. And he got to understand that you were, in fact, innocent. You didn't know anything about sex, you didn't cuss, you went to church with your dad every Sunday at 9am, you've never done drugs or drank alcohol, and you had beliefs that prevented you from doing any wrong.

Upon finding this out, Chan realized something that stirred within him. He wanted to taint you. He wanted to corrupt you, make you the farthest thing from innocent. He fantasized about it, thinking up ideas on how he'd be able to get you to succumb to him. But he never acted on it.

But that feeling lingered. And it only got worse when your dad and his mom got married, which resulted in him and his mom moving in with you and your dad. Your house was bigger, anyway. It could easily fit the two of them.

But God, those feelings of wanting to corrupt you got so much worse. He was around you so much more often, seeing you do tasks so...seductively. And you weren't even trying to.

One time, the remote to the TV fell underneath the couch while you and him were watching an anime series. You had instantly got to the ground, got on all fours, and reached underneath the couch to grab the remote. And in the process, Chan got a whole view of your ass. Your perfect ass in those gym shorts, your pussy outlined just enough to give him ideas.

There was another time you had been doing laundry, and was just switching the loads around. Chan just happened to walk by when he saw you bent over in an oversized t-shirt, the only thing covering your cunt being your panties as you swapped loads.

What Chan wouldn't do to give you his.

It got to the point where Chan couldn't help but steal your panties when it was his turn to do the laundry and jerk off with it. It felt like the only way he'd ever get to even have you. Breathing in what your pussy could smell like, maybe even putting your panties in his mouth to try and get a taste...

It was getting bad. Chan knew he'd have to do something at this point. He had to get you, he had to have you. But how? You were perfect, you did no wrong. And you would NEVER just...do it because he wanted it.

Well, luckily for Chan, an opportunity presented itself.

See, you were in college. Both of you were, which was why both of you still lived at home. Better than the dorms, much better.

Because you were in college, you had to take a very important test for your major, known as the Literary Composition Exam, or the LCE. You had spent weeks studying for this test. You'd spend hours locked up in your room, going over every little bit of material that was available to you, doing whatever it took to make absolute certain that you passed.

Except...you didn't.

For whatever reason, when you went to take the exam, the material wasn't the same as the stuff you had studied. And so, while some of it was the same, you did your best to answer everything correctly.

But when you received the test today, you had seen that you had failed it. Miserably. Your heart sank, even as you took it out of your backpack once you got home. How were you supposed to tell your parents? You...you couldn't. You refused to share that with them.

You gently placed the test face down on your desk, putting a few papers over it before going to the bathroom. Maybe...maybe a warm shower would help melt that stress away.

But as you were taking a shower, Chan had gone into your room. It was his turn to do the laundry this week and was going and collecting all of the dirty clothing from each room. Your room was the last Chan had to go to, and then he could get all of the loads started.

But as he went to your closet, he noticed a paper underneath some others. It looked like all marked up, and he couldn't help but be curious. Weren't you supposed to get your results back for your LCE today?

Chan took that moment, reaching for the paper and sliding it out from under the others. Instantly, his eyes widened. This...this was your test. This was the test that you had spent weeks studying for, and you...you failed it. Chan couldn't believe his eyes as he grazed over all of the pen marks.

You, the perfect, most innocent daughter in your parents' eyes, had failed one of the most important tests that you'd ever have to take in your college career.

It was remarkable. Chan couldn't take his eyes off of it, looking at each question you had gotten wrong. There were so many...you usually aced every test that you ever took...EVER. Seeing how much you had gotten wrong was just insane.

And that...was when you walked back into your room.

You had changed into a sweatshirt and some gym shorts, your hair dried and in a ponytail. You had your dirty clothes in your hands, and had just wanted to lay down. But instead, you were met with the sight of Chan in your room, your failed LCE in his hands. Immediately, your heart dropped.

"Chan, what are you doing in my room?!" You were frantic, throwing your clothes to the side as you tried to reach for your test. But just before you could reach it, Chan held it out of your reach, raising a brow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I just wanted to look your test over. It's pretty interesting." Chan spoke. He went back to it, flipping through the endless pages. "It's not every day I get to see that you managed to fail anything, let alone one of the most important tests in your entire college career."

"Chan!"

"What, I'm just saying." Chan shrugged, continuing to keep your test away from you. You weren't amused, going to him and reaching for it, practically climbing onto his body to try and get the test from him.

"This isn't funny, give that test back!"

"No way, this is legendary."

"Chan, seriously!"

"I'm being serious! I already said I want to look at it, why are you so desperate to get...it...back...oh my god." Suddenly, Chan realized something. It was why you were so desperate to get that test back. "You haven't told mom and dad yet."

"No, and I really don't want to." God, just the idea of your parents finding out that you had completely bombed the single most important test in your entire college career made you sick to your stomach. But Chan? Oh, this gave him leverage. Something to hang over your head, to potentially use against you.

It couldn't be more perfect.

"You're not going to tell them? Really?" Chan raised a brow, looking back to the test. It was only for a moment, before he looked back at you, a smirk on his face. "Then I guess I'll have to break the news to them-"

"NO!" It was one thing for you to have to tell your parents, but if Chan told them first...? Oh, it'd be hell on earth.

"Well, they can't not know, Y/n."

"Yes, they can! There's a retake next month, and I'll be extra sure to pass this time, just...they can't know!"

"I don't know...keeping things from our parents is so...wrong, don't you think?" Chan then turned, starting to go towards the door. "I'm going to go and show them this. Keeping secrets is bad."

"Chan, please no!" Like that, you were wrapping your arms around his torso, holding him there in an attempt to keep him from leaving your room. He couldn't leave, or he'd tell. "Please...I-I'll do anything."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You really shouldn't have said that.

Chan slowly turned, not believing his ears. For a moment, his dick twitched, slowly starting to betray him as he looked at you, your eyes shining and begging him to stay and not go. To not tell your parents. Was this finally it? Was he getting the chance he had craved for so long?

"...anything?"

"Anything." You confirmed it, right then and there. You were really willing to do anything in order to keep Chan from blabbing to your parents. This was it. This was finally what Chan had craved for forever.

And he couldn't wait.

"Well then, I guess we can figure something out, can't we?" Chan said, handing you your test. You quickly took it back, moving to hide it once more. And you were going to hide it even better than you had. "I'll keep my mouth shut up until you've retaken the test and pass. But you have to do something for me, too."

"Okay, and that is...?" You asked, turning around. You weren't sure what Chan had up his sleeve, but you had said you'd do anything to keep the horrible grades a secret. You always kept your promises too, which Chan was very aware of. And so, he'd have to be careful about how he went about this.

"See, I was asked by a friend to do some research on how to best please a girl." God, he sounded so stupid. He sounded completely and utterly stupid. "And while porn exists and yada yada yada, I want to make sure that all of the techniques actually work. And since you said you'd do anything to keep this whole test thing a secret, I was thinking you could help me out. A favor for a favor."

Please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please-

"Um, well I guess when you put it that way...I wouldn't mind, I suppose..." You bought it. Holy fucking shit, you bought it. Chan couldn't even believe his ears. "But I've never really...done anything like it before, so I don't have a preference."

"Oh, well...that's okay. I was thinking that maybe we could give some stuff a shot. Y'know, field test a bit." Keep squeezing the orange, Chan. He was so close; he was practically salivating at this point. "Obviously if you get uncomfortable, we can stop, but I just really want to help out my friend, you know? And you would really help me out in return."

Well, if that was the case, then you could understand why Chan wanted your help so bad. You were like a fly caught in his web at this point. He was simply asking for your help, and you trusted him.

"I mean, if it'll help out, then I guess I don't see the problem in it." Bingo. Chan couldn't believe that had actually worked. He thought you would've called him gross, that step siblings shouldn't do that kind of stuff. Part of him wanted to question you, figure out if you were serious or not. But it was only a small one.

He worked hard for this. He wasn't just about to give it up.

"Alright, then do you think you could clear up some time tonight? That way we can have plenty of time." Reality? Your parents were both leaving to be out of town around 5pm. They wouldn't be back until a few days later.

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense." God, just how gullible were you? Gullible enough to make Chan's cock throb, it seemed.

All he had to do was wait.

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It took about 3 whole hours for your parents to actually leave. And while they only left thirty minutes behind schedule, it felt like hell on earth for Chan. He wanted nothing more than to get into your panties, play with you for hours and make you writhe and squirm and cry.

Chan wanted to make absolutely certain that they wouldn't be in the house, though. If your parents found out about this, he'd be in a whole world of trouble. Both of you would be.

And so, he waited a whole extra hour, watching the Life360 that your parents had forced you both onto, making sure they were far enough away to where he knew they weren't going to turn around. And once he was sure, he walked to your room and knocked on the door, stepping inside.

"Hey, you got some free time?" Chan walked inside, seeing you laying on your bed. You were only in an oversized shirt, thigh high socks, and panties, scrolling through your phone. God, just the outline of your cunt got Chan riled all over again.

"Yeah, what's up?" You asked, turning. You were so adorable, it hurt. Chan stepped inside more, gently shutting the door before walking over to you, before sitting on your bed.

"I was wondering if we could start trying stuff out. Figure out what pleases you best." Chan said, watching your face light up as you remembered what he was talking about.

"Oh, okay. Sure." You said, moving to sit up. Chan smiled, moving a bit so you'd have some room. "What exactly are we starting with?"

"Well, I wanted to start with playing around with your breasts a bit. I've heard that feels nice." Chan said, his hands fidgeting with themselves. They wanted to be on your body so badly. Finally touch something that was so pure.

"Okay." The second you gave him permission, Chan's hands were on you. He started by cupping the flesh through the shirt, gently massaging them as he watched you closely. Your breathing had hitched, your eyes watching what he was doing. But it was when he looked back down that his blood ran down to his cock.

"You...you aren't wearing a bra...?" Chan couldn't believe his eyes. Your nipples were perked, practically poking themselves through the shirt you had on.

"Well, yeah. Bras aren't that comfortable, so..." You just shrugged, before gasping as Chan brushed over them. He moved his thumbs back and forth against them, moving to pinch them gently. That got a whine out of you, and it was such a beautiful sound.

"Jesus...that feels nice?" Chan asked, watching you nod. That was good, and to him, an indication to go further. He carefully moved your shirt up, taking it off to see your bare chest in all of it's glory.

It was gorgeous. Nipples perky and stiff, your flesh round and supple. It was everything Chan could've wanted plus more. And when he touched your skin, it was so soft... it was soft and delicate and so perfect.

Every time his fingers flicked, pinched or messed with your nipples, you'd whine and squirm a bit, the sight always going straight to his dick. He was so hard, he wanted nothing more than to just flip you over and fuck you right then and there. But he wanted to take his time, too.

And that's what he did.

He moved his head down, eventually taking one of your breasts into his mouth, using his tongue to flick against your nipple and sucking on your skin. The feeling of it caused you to moan, arching your back into him more.

"Ch-Chan..." Oh, you moaning his name made him want to scream. He was so hard, you were so perfect, everything about this situation was perfect.

He eventually pulled off, looking up at you as he continued to mess around with your chest, giving you a cheeky smile. He knew what he was doing felt good.

"Good?"

"M-Mhm..."

"Mhm?" Chan couldn't help but laugh a bit, finding your reaction adorable. But he wanted to take things further. Just a little bit. "Can we go further? Want me to make you feel even better?"

"Ye...Yeah...Yes..."

"Alright...go ahead and lay down then."

As you laid down, Chan was finally able to see your panties for the first time. They were pink with white paw prints, a tiny little white bow on the front. They were so cute on you, practically signaling how innocent you truly were. And when Chan got himself between your legs, spreading your legs apart, he noticed the wet patch laying right over your cunt.

"Look at that...already so wet, and it's all for me..." Chan licked his lips, taking a hand off of your leg to your clothed pussy. Slowly, agonizingly so, he placed his pointer right where your clit should be, bringing it down to your hole. It was feather light, and it caused you to whine and squirm. "That feel nice? I bet it does, you're getting wetter by the second."

He wasn't wrong, unfortunately. That wet spot got bigger the more he spoke, the more he barely touched you. It was agonizing, yeah, but god, it was amazing, too.

Chan admired it for a moment. One of the many panties he'd steal were right here on your body, forming one of the largest wet patches he'd ever seen in his life. It was wrong. But god, did he not care. He didn't care in the slightest.

He eventually leaned his head down, pressing a kiss right onto your mound, breathing in your smell. Musky, but so so sweet. And once that was committed to memory, he figured it was time to get rid of the panties and see the real thing.

"Let's get these off of you, huh?" Chan's hands moved as he spoke, hooking around your panties and bringing them down your body, his eyes not leaving yours once until the panties were completely off. And the second he saw you, his everything stopped. His brain, his heart...the only thing that was working was his dick, and that thing was throbbing.

You were beautiful. It was the cutest little pussy Chan had ever seen in his life, glistening wet. And when he spread your folds open, he was met with a pink that rivaled the panties you had on. Not to mention how your hole was clenching, and your clit was peeking out from under it's hood.

"God...you're so fucking beautiful." Chan couldn't even take his eyes off of you. He took his finger again, gently touching the pink muscle, touching your clit and pulling it back to get a better look. It made you squirm, your hole clenching. "You have such a pretty pussy...and to think it's on my step sister..."

All you did was whine, not really knowing what to say. The touch felt nice, but his words were nicer. You'd never heard him talk like that before. And the pit that grew in your stomach when you heard it was beyond amazing.

Chan took a moment to continue just touching you, watching how you'd react to certain touches, where you liked to be touched. But he knew he could do more. He could do so much more.

And so, keeping his eyes on you, he lowered his head and gently flicked your clit once, watching as your breath hitched, your hips flinch a bit.

"That feel good?" Chan asked. He already knew the answer, and it was only further confirmed by you nodding.

With that nod, he went back down, using his tongue to give one long lick up your folds, before flicking your clit and coaxing it out of it's hood, gently suckling on the small bundle of nerves. That got a nice, loud moan out of you.

"Oh my...god, Chan...!" Oh, the way you said his name in such a vulnerable way...it was absolutely delicious. It made Chan groan, his hips bucking into the bed.

His pattern was immaculate. He'd suck on your clit, using his tongue to tease it in the meantime while his hands went to spread your cunt apart. He wanted to make sure that you were nice and vulnerable so he could really get in there. And oh, the moans you rewarded him with. They were absolutely perfect.

Your taste was even better. Salty, sweet, just a tiny bit of tang but not too much...It made him realize more and more just how much he craved you, how much he just wanted to ruin you into nothing.

Eventually, he went further, diving his tongue into your hole to really scrape out your juices, his nose consistently bumping into your clit. And it made you cry out, your legs wanting to close, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. But Chan didn't let you. He gave your cunt one last lick before moving his hands to keep you spread once more, before looking up at you, licking his lips.

"Keep yourself spread, okay? I want you nice and wide so I can taste all of you." Chan spoke. You couldn't help but nod, feeling the need to comment.

"I...It feels really good, by the way. Whatever you're doing it...it feels really, really good."

"Does it?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah?" Oh, the smile on Chan's face when you said that. You probably gave him that input so he knew this was good for his friend to know. But he wasn't here for that. No no no. He was here simply to get you to cum over, and over, until you couldn't take anymore.

He eventually dove back in, plunging his tongue into you while his arms and hands kept you nice and spread, not wanting you to squirm around too much. And he kept going, even as you began to buck your hips, trying to squirm and get away.

"Chan, I...I feel weird..." You could feel the coil in your gut, a form of tightness as you neared closer and closer. Chan could feel it too, as your legs were really starting to shake.

"It's okay, you're just gonna hit an orgasm soon." Chan's voice was muffled, due to his face being buried in your delicate cunt, which was dripping more and more of it's juices into his mouth. "Get there though, go ahead and just release it, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You could, and you did. You moaned out, your hips bucking as Chan practically latched himself onto you. He continued to work you through your orgasm, watching as you panted and shook, the orgasm washing right through you.

"There you go, good girl..." Once you had calmed down, Chan debated on moving on. He could let you experience his cock, which had been painfully throbbing to get into the pussy it's been wanting for so long. Or he could simply keep going with this.

That's what he did.

The second you stopped squirming, he latched right back onto your clit, making your squirm from the oversensitivity, feeling something new. Something different. You couldn't look down, as your back was arched and your head was thrown back, in nothing but pure ecstasy, but the second you felt something inside of you, you gasped, before getting louder.

You didn't know what it was, as Chan's head hadn't moved at all. But Chan knew. He had slipped a finger inside of you, and he groaned once he felt just how tight you were. He knew you were going to be tight, but he didn't expect what he had felt.

"God, you're so tight...how are you ever supposed to fit any cock in there, huh?" Chan pulled back, watching as you took his finger, Chan adding another one to watch you really grip it. "You're practically sucking in my fingers...does it feel that good? Are you that needy?"

All you could do was moan as Chan plunged his fingers deep into you, eventually curling them up and rubbing that gummy spot. It only took two small movements with his hands for you to cum again, your body shaking once more as your back arched again.

"Oh, you're so pretty when you cum like that, sis...look at you, squirming around for me and everything..." Chan couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't put himself inside of you, Chan would go insane.

And so, he pulled himself back, moving to get his cock out of his pants. The poor thing was red tipped, angry. It was harder than Chan had ever seen himself. But it didn't stop him from lining himself up with your entrance. Hell, it encouraged him to do so.

"You're being so good, letting me figure out what feels best for a girl. You're such an amazing little sister, helping me out with this, all because you don't want our parents to know about some silly little test grades..." As Chan spoke, he rubbed his tip against your cunt, coating himself with your juices as you whined and squirmed, the pleasure already too much for you.

But then, Chan pushed in. And both of you moaned out. For you, it was the stretch. He felt amazing when he went inside and stretched you out. And him? You were so tight, practically hugging his cock inside of you, gripping onto him for dear life.

"Jesus christ, you're like a fucking vice, squeezing me like that..." Chan eventually began to move, thrusting in and out. He was slow at first, knowing that this was your first time, and that you hadn't taken dick before.

But from the way you were moaning, he could tell you liked it. And so he sped up. He moved quicker, harsher. And you couldn't help but moan, feeling him move so quickly nonstop, not taking any breaks to catch his breath. All you could do was cry out, feeling him practically pound into you.

It was when Chan lifted up your leg when you felt him reach that gummy spot again, hitting it every single time without fail. And that got you to cum for the third time.

"C-CHAN!"

Your body shook as Chan stopped, quickly spitting on his hand to go and rub tight circles on your clit to help you through the orgasm, watching as your body shook and writhed from the pleasure. But this time, he didn't wait for you to calm down. No, after a few seconds, he started up again, grunting as he felt your walls flutter around him while he moved.

"God, you feel so good around me, squeezing me while you're cumming...my dick is just that good, huh? Does that feel good?" Chan asked, continuing to harshly thrust as he rubbed tight circles around your clit.

You simply whimpered, your hips bucking with every movement. It's like you couldn't control yourself anymore. Everything Chan was doing was incredible. You didn't know how, or why, but...it was amazing. It was overloading your brain. You felt so good, too good.

And before you even knew it, the fourth orgasm hit. And it hit hard.

At this point, you were so wet from all of the other orgasms and Chan's saliva that Chan slipped out, accidentally pulling out too much as your body trembled. And that was when it happened. You felt a new sensation, almost like a liquid was shooting out of you, and onto wherever it was landing.

You don't know, you couldn't think. But Chan knew, because it landed on him. Just seeing that made him groan as he stroked himself.

"Mm, you just squirted everywhere....making a fucking mess because my dick is just that good, yeah?" Once you had stopped, Chan was back inside of you, almost relentless at this point.

He just couldn't handle it. Seeing you squirt on him, on his cock, something that was so wrong and foul...it made him feral. He just couldn't believe it. He was surprised he didn't just cum from watching you do that.

But you...oh, you were so overwhelmed. So overstimulated. Everything felt way too good, and you were completely lost within the pleasure to even know what was happening. It was way too much, and your body was well aware of that.

"S'too much, I can't....! I can't, Chan, I...too much...!" It's all you were chanting at this point.

But Chan...he was finally getting the fantasy he had thought up for so long. Finally, you were here underneath him, absolutely wrecked and overstimulated, tears going down your cheeks from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was bringing you.

"Give me one more...just one more, sis...please? You can do one more, I'll even go with you this time...please, just one more." At this point, he was getting desperate, too. But all you could do was shake your head, completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure coursing into your body.

"I can't-"

"You can, I promise...I know you can, just one more..."

Before he even knew it, you came for the last time, screaming out his name from the sheer bliss. And this time, your walls fluttering around him was what did him in. He just groaned loudly as he filled you, still pumping into you as he rode both of your highs out.

Once he had come down from his high, he simply pulled out, flopping down next to you, pulling your shaking form next to him, both of you breathing heavily. Nothing was said, and nothing had to be said.

All that was known was that this definitely wouldn't be the first time this would end up happening.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝖳𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

billie eilish x fem! reader

chapter two | ch1

summary: due to the recent new rule given to your sister by your father, some meddling parties decide the easiest way to get you to date is by paying somebody to take you out. who better to do so then the hot mysterious delinquent?

a/n: part two is here! thank you SO MUCH for the love on the first part<3 sorry this one took so long to write but i really wanted to put my all into it! if you haven’t read the first part then please do before you read this one! requests are open so feel free to send them in:) please like, reblog, and share if you can <3

genre: slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies(ish) to lovers, lowk fboy billie but not actually, eventual topics of drinking & high school parties

warnings: teenage partying (underage drinking), foul language

word count: 3.7k

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“nice ride, vintage fenders. i dig it.” you’re met with the sound of billie’s voice and the scene of her leaning up against your car as you walk out of the small vintage shop. “are you following me?” billie laughs at your annoyance as she gets up and takes a smaller step closer to you. this time she’s wearing some black jeans, slightly less baggy than the ones she wore yesterday, along with a plain white tshirt and a black leather jacket. her hair was down this time with a little pair of dainty glasses decorating her face. “i was at the laundry mat across the street. i recognized your car from yesterday so i came to say hi.” the tone at which she spoke was unreadable, something you also noticed from yesterday, it was hard for you to analyze the true intention of her words. she looks at you like she’s anticipating a response, so with an eye roll you give her one. “hi.” you then swiftly try to enter your car. “not much of a talker, huh?” billie, just as swift, slides her frame between you and the car door- making it impossible for you to close said door. “depends on the topic. didn’t seem like there was much to discuss.” she tilts her head slightly at you, almost like she was confused yet amused. you raise her eyebrow at her and she continues to speak. “you’re really not afraid of me, are you?” billie seemed genuinely intrigued. her question perplexed you, as did she. “why would i be afraid of you?” you say, speaking more genuine then you have been with her. she simply shrugs, tugging her hands into her jacket pockets. “well- most people are.” it’s then your turn to give a slight chuckle. “well- im not most people.” you where pleased with your own response. not that you’re interested in talking to her, but it was fun to sass someone who wasn’t on your usual list. with that billie steps aside while putting her arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture, referring to you entering your own car. you roll your eyes and start the car- but not before noticing the wink billie throws your way. you make sure she catches your scoff before pulling out of the spot to drive home.

later that day, billie’s leaning up against her own car, smoking a cigarette once again while waiting for zoe to come out of the store. “we know what you’re trying to do- with y/n stratford.” billie turns her focus to see cameron and micheal standing beside her. “yeah? and what’re gonna do about it?” billie gives them a dead stare as she speaks. the two boys start to get nervous as they continue to speak. “w-we’re here to help out!” the boys then go on to explain how it was them who planned the whole ordeal. they also proceed to tell her about the information about you they had gotten from bianca, things like your favorite bands, favorite foods, along with the fact that you hated people who smoke. “so how exactly do you expect me to charm a girl who won’t even give me the time of day?” as billie speaks- she starts to get slightly annoyed. despite most people being afraid of her, she’s still always good with the ladies. not being able to get you into her charm was a challenge she’s getting frustrated with. “let’s start with friday night. there’s gonnna be a huge party. it’s the perfect opportunity.” the two seem pretty adamant about this party, but it’s not really billie’s scene. at this point billie notices zoe leave the store with a bag in hand. they give each other a look as zoe entered the passengers seat. “i gotta go. i’ll think about it.” cameron and micheal took a step back as billie entered her car. she starts it with a loud roar and headed off. “god i hope this works.” cameron says to micheal as micheal pats his back.

using the information she just obtained- billie found out that one of your favorite bands, the sleeping, would be playing at one of the local clubs that night. with much dismay billie sat herself at the bar of the club- the last place she’d want to be. “i need water!” you yell to your friend from on the dance floor before approaching the bar. as you order you notice billie sitting there, beer in hand. “you know, if you plan on asking me out again, you better just get it over with.” you say- mostly shout- to billie. she glances up then take a sip of her drink. “would you mind? you’re kind of ruining the music for me.” this makes you actually laugh. “you’re not surrounded by your usual smoke cloud.” you state the observation, actually holding conversation with the girl. “i know. i quit. they’re apparently bad for you.” billie has a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she remains seated, looking up at you. “you know, these guys are no jimmy eat world or taking back sunday, but they’re not bad.” she speaks once more, keeping her attention on the stage at the other end of the large room. “you know who taking back sunday is?!” you choke down the smile that dares to spread across your face, although for once billie is able to see through you. this makes her grin before continuing. “why? you don’t? y’know i was watching you out there before,, never seen you look so sexy mamas.” billie throws a wink your way as you cringe at the nickname. you take note that this isn’t the first time she’s called you that. the persistent girl then finally notices the amount of people watching her, realizing they all heard her call you sexy. she scratches the back of her neck slightly embarrassed of the attention and this makes you smirk as you cross your arms. “come to the party with me y/n.” that’s the first time she’s called you by your name. “you don’t give up, do you billie?” you seemed it only fitting to use her name in turn. “was that a yes?” billie now stands up infront of you. “no.” you state as you start to walk away from billie and towards your friends. “well, was that a no?!” billie shouts to you, cupping her hands around her mouth so her words reach you. “no!” you shout back over your shoulder, an unmistakable smile lightly displayed across your face.

friday night

as you walk down the stairs, you hear bianca and your father bicker. she’s begging him to let her and her friend go to the party. “daddy everyone expects me there!!” she shouts with her usual annoying whine-coated tone. “do you know about any party y/n?” your father turns his attention to you now. you simply shrug your shoulders, you knew about this party and how much it meant to bianca. as much as you two didn’t always get along she was still your sister, so you didn’t want to ruin her shot of going with your opinions. “bianca you’re not going unless your sister goes.” your fathers words make the both of your jaws drop. bianca turns to you and puts her hands on your shoulders. “can you please, just for one night, forget that you’re completely wretched and just be my sister? please y/n?? please do this for me!” even with her insults you could tell bianca was sincere. you closed your eyes and sighed. “fine. i’ll make an appearance i guess.” you gave in, and it makes both bianca and her friend start to jump up and down and scream with joy. your dad starts to give the two a lecture so you use the opportunity to slip back upstairs so you could change out of your lounge clothes. you settle on a pair of dark blue wash flair miss me jeans, along with an off the shoulder slightly baggy black long sleeved shirt. you slip into your beat up vans and head back downstairs. the three of you go to head out the door, but standing outside- mid knock in motion- is billie. “what are you doing here??” billie’s wearing a matching baggy tshirt and short set with some knee high socks, black shoes and bandana around her head. “it’s friday. im here to take you to the party.” you scoff and slide past her. “whatever. im driving.” and with that all four of you where off to the party. the second you arrive you’re met with loud music and drunken imbeciles. bianca and her friend immediately dissapeared, leaving you with just billie. “ayyyy look who crawled her way out of hell! lookin good tonight y/n!” joey stands infront of you, his friends whistling behind him. “fuck off joey. you’re too close, i can see your receding hairline.” you cross your arms and walk away, at this point you even lost billie. “aw cmon where you goin’?” joey jogs up to you and keeps your pace. “away.” you try to ignore him, but he doesn’t quit. “your sister here?” this makes you stop dead in your tracks. “you stay away from my sister.” you lean in close, your pointer finger pushing against his chest. he laughs and throws his arm up. “oh i’ll stay away from your sister, but i cannot guarantee she’ll stay away from me.” the cockiness and mockery that smothered his voice makes your blood boil. he seems satisfied firing you up and heads off in the direction of a bunch of guys chugging beer kegs. “oh fuck this.” giving in, you grab a red solo cup and fill it with whatever vile liquor was in the large kitchen. within thirty five minutes you’re already drunk.

billie had absolutely no idea where you went. one minute she was following behind you, and the next you’re completely out of her sight. just as she was about to give up she notices you over by a kitchen island, taking a shot, and pouring yourself another. “what’re you doing? ‘ve been lookin all over the place for you.” there’s a rosey hue that covers your cheeks due to the alcohol consumption, your guard and attitude are down as well. “psh i’m getting trashed man. isnt that what you’re supposed to do at a party?” you’re actually smiling as you speak. billie’s never seen anyone so.. pretty. maybe it was just the alcohol talking, for the both of you, but there was something about you that stood out to her. you then pushed past billie, letting her catch a wiff of your pistachio and vanilla perfume, and grabbed another drink. billie sighed and came to stand directly in front of you to take the drink. “hey hey, how ‘bout you let me have this one, huh?” you swerve your arm before she could take the bottle from you. “no! this one’s mine!” you make a quick run for it and leave billie stranded in the kitchen. she honestly wasn’t sure what to do. she thought about letting you get drunk and let loose- but apart of her knew that you’d be extremely unhappy by the morning. the sound of the cheering of your name and whistling pulls billie out of her thoughts. as she looked up she saw you standing on a coffee table, dancing and singing to whatever awful song is playing. more and more people gathered to watch as you sway your hips and run your fingers through your hair. billie pushed people out of her way to stand right beside the table, making sure not to take her eyes off of you as you stumble and dance. when you finally notice billie you attempt to say something to her, but before you can, you trip over your shoelaces. you prepared yourself to hit the ground but you’re met with strong, soft, arms. billie had caught you. all you could do was stare at her face. you’d never really looked that closely at it. from this angle, you could see all the soft freckles that decorated her face. her lips where a soft pink- just like her cheeks. her eyes where light blue yet somehow so deep, almost hypnotizing. “are you okay mamas?” billie held genuine concern for you, you could tell. what are you thinking? getting all soft. you should know better. don’t be weak. you then pushed billie away as you stood up. “ ‘m fine.” you attempt to walk away but you stumble and are forced to put a hand on billie’s shoulder to balance yourself. “you’re not fine. cmon.” billie puts your arm fully around her while placing her own around your waist. the taller girl starts to lead you through the crowded house, heading to the back door. “js needta.. sit.” was all you said- a pitiful attempt of a protest. billie says nothing in response while continuing to lead you now that you’re out in the backyard.

“cmon, here, sit down.” billie places you carefully onto a swing seat- but not before you slip and fall on your back. “jesus y/n- the last thing you need is a concussion.” billie gets you up and guides you back to the swing. she holds it while you plop yourself down, insuring that you don’t fall off. you get annoyed at her holding you up. “ugh you’re so patronizing.” billie laughs as she slowly lets you go. she places herself on the swing next to you but still turns her body to face you. “leave it up to you to use big words when you’re fucked up.” a silence falls over you two. for the first time neither of you know what to say next. every interaction that took place between the two of you had always had some sort of comment, rebuttal, question or answer. but now there was only silence. it was killing you now that some of the alcohol was wearing off, enough to make you aware but yet still tipsy enough to be lose. “why are you doing this?” you broke the silence. you wanted answers so you broke the silence. “well, you could get sick.. plus i gotta make sure you didn’t hit your head hard enough to do some damage.” billie’s answer wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear. sure, that may be why she’s currently doing what she’s doing, but that didn’t answer what you actually wanted to know. “you wouldn’t care if i never woke up.” you crossed your right leg over your left, letting the other bounce up and down. “sure i would.” you give her a look that makes her laugh, and it’s almost contagious. almost. “if you didn’t wake up then i’d have to start taking out girls who actually like me.” billie responded while leaning her body the slightest bit closer to you. you rolled your eyes and looked away. “like you could find one.” billie lets out a smaller, shorter, laugh now. “see! that there. who needs affection when i have blind hatred?” you couldn’t lie, that made you laugh a little. you sighed with a slight smile. “i don’t really know you.” you say as you look up at the sky, admiring some of its stars. billie pauses for a moment, debating on what to say next. “then again you don’t really know me either.” after adding that part in, you brought your focus back to billie. her expression softens, she looks down at her own hands, before looking back at you, then back at her hands. “eilish. uh- my middle name is eilish. i always thought my last name was silly so i started introducing myself with my middle name when i was a kid.” even though she wasn’t looking at you, you where looking at her. “billie eilish. hm. has a nice ring to it.” your response gets her to lock eyes with you, noticing that you have a smile plastered on your face. this time you weren’t trying to hide it. “i can’t believe i drank so muchhh im so dumb.” you change the topic with a whine and put your head in your hands while leaning on your knees. “yeaaah i definitely didn’t picture you to be the party type.” billie didn’t want to push to ask why, but almost as if you could read her mind, you started to speak. “i let him get to me.” picking your head up with a sigh, you look back at her. “why though?” this time billie allows herself to push just the slightest bit. “i hate him.” you both pause, looking at each other, and then break out into a small fit of laughter. “well you’ve chosen the perfect revenge. tequila.” her small dig made you roll your eyes. “yeah yeah. no need to remind me eilish.” this was your first time giving her a nick name instead of the other way around. you didn’t notice, but this caused a small blush to creep across her face. “mhm. well i told you something about me, so do i get to hear something about you?” billie speaks with a slight nervous tone, almost like she’s unsure if she’s saying the right thing. you think for a few seconds, unsure of what you should or shouldn’t share. “i play the guitar. nothing fancy, im self taught, but it’s something i enjoy doing in solitude.” once again silence falls over you.

billie goes to say something but notices you leaning against the swings chain with your eyes closed. “y/n?” no response. she leans a little closer. “y/n??” once again no response. she quickly gets up and knees in front of you, bringing her hand to your face as she softly taps over and over again on your cheek. “hey, hey, hey- shit fuck- no no, y/n wake up- y/n can you hear me??” this makes you blink your eyes open and lean into her touch. your faces merely inches apart. “hey.. im up.. ‘js tired.” neither of you move. “y’know.. your eyes are so pretty.” you say just barley above a whisper. billie sighs with a smile, and also relief. she realizes her hand is still cupping your face, so she quickly pulls away. like clockwork a wave of nausea hits you. you turn your body around in the seat and start to throw up. it wasn’t a lot- but enough to make you audibly groan. “aaaand on that note, let’s get you home.” she pats your back and lets you finish up before helping you up and walks you to the car. billie of course took your keys the second she caught you from falling, so naturally she gets in the drivers seat. you didn’t even question it. you sip on some water as billie turns on the radio before she starts to drive you home. the sound of one of your favorite songs causes you to slightly turn up the volume. “god i love no doubt. such a good band.” billie only hums in response. “i should do this.” you say as billie then takes a quick look at you before bringing her attention back to the road. “do what?” she had no idea what you where talking about. “this!” you point to the radio. “start a band?” her question makes you scoff. “no become a car stereo. yes start a band! my father would looove that.” you lean your head against the back of the seat and start to look out the window. a part of you dreads going back home. “you don’t strike me as the type that would ask your father for permission.” billie doesn’t look at you, but it takes everything in her not to. “oh so you think you know me?” you turn your body in the passengers seat to face her a little more. billie chuckles and steals a quick look at you before leaning her right elbow on the center console and using her left hand to steer the car. “i’m gettin there.” billie says as she stops at a red light. “the only thing people know about me is that i’m ‘scary’ and a bitch.” you use finger quotes when saying the word scary while emphasizing the description others gave you. “yeah well i’m not a picnic either.” she looks at you after speaking, coincidentally at the same time you look at her- almost like the two of you are sharing a moment of connection before billie sees the light turn green from her peripheral vision. she turns back to the road and continues to drive. it gets quiet once more so billie begins to talk again. “so, what’s up with your dad? is he a pain in the ass?” you could tell billie’s question was genuine. “no not really, he just wants me to be someone i’m not.” after responding you notice the two of you are approaching your house. “who?” billie asks while putting the car into park. “bianca.” the question and answer was cut and dry. “ah bianca.. no offense or anything, i know everyone digs your sister, but uhm.. i think you’re the better stratford sister.” billie’s now turned towards you, leaning back in her seat. you start to stare at her, a little bit of new found admiration fills your chest. “you know, you’re not as vile as i thought you where.” you where now leaning in to her. inching closer and closer, lips parting, the want to kiss her taking over your whole body. you thought this is what you wanted, what she wanted, what you both wanted. but before your lips could connect with hers, she slightly pulls back and clears her throat before speaking. “maybe we should uh- do this another time.” you couldn’t even describe the intense emotions you felt. anger. disappointment. embarrassment. nothing was said before you stormed out of the car, slamming it shut.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

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Messy n’ Wet (Se-Mi x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Personal Photographer (Kwon Jiyong x Fem!Reader) ᯽

Worshiped Completely (Kwon Jiyong x Chubby!Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Done Went and Fucked the Plug (Plug!Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

15 Minute Lunch Break (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Dates with Nam-Gyu (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ᯽

And They Were Roommates (Roommate!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ᯽

Mid-Game Anger Relief (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Multi-Part / Multi-Version fics for you to divulge in!

Now Streaming… | a series of oneshots about your streamer lover getting a bit too much attention from fangirls ᯽

- Thanos / Nam-Gyu / Se-Mi

Producer!Fem!Reader x Thanos | various oneshots revolving around Producer!Reader and Thanos’ less than professional connection ꕥ

- Pill Poppin’!! / LIVE…In the Studio

Third Times a Charm | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader smut series. You first meet him at a club. After one taste he’s hooked. And, not-so coincidentally, he’s running into you two more times. ꕥ

- Taste Test 1:3 / Oral Fixation 2:3 / Bodytalk 3:3

It’s Just Business, Baby | The Salesman / Recruiter x Recruiter!Fem!Reader smut series. you’re the new hire that he hates with a passion. He’s always in competition with you. When you enrage him so much he begins to track you down, trying to find you outside of work, you play along. ꕥ

- Workplace Conflict 1:4 / Overtime 2:4 / After Hours 3:4 / Professional Provocation 4:4

What’s Better Than One Boyfriend?! Two Boyfriends!! | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader collection of my thinks on the dynamic between reader / thanos / namgyu. Both in the games and out of games au ᯽ / ꕥ

- one / two

Want a shorter or one off read?? Here are some One-Shots!!! (Organized by character)

Illumoria | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

When Nam-Gyu puts an ad up for a new roommate he didn’t expect someone like you to answer it ꕥ / ᯽

Proper Apology | Sub!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Nam-Gyu has come home late too many times and doesn’t ever keep to his apologies- time to show him how to properly apologize ꕥ

After Work Relaxation | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Nam-gyu has a stressful job as a club promoter, thankfully he has his pretty girlfriend to help him relax after a bad day ꕥ

You Can Take It | Mean!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

You’ve seemed to have captured the attention of Nam-Gyu so much so there was an unspoken rule that you were his, one you had no idea about ꕥ

Like ‘em Weird | Loser!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

There’s just somethin’ delicious about the socially awkward and standoffish guy you’ve been seeing in the club. ꕥ

Introvert Meets Innocence | Awkward!Nam-Gyu x Innocent!Fem!Reader

After Thanos and your friend decide they have had enough of you and Nam-Gyu acting like nervous high schoolers talking to their crush, they treat you like high schoolers; locking you in a room for a round of ‘60’ minutes in heaven. ꕥ

Reckless Temptation | Bum!BabyDaddy!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

You’ve had enough of Nam-gyu’s shit! He never helps you with your daughter and can barely pay you rent. You finally confront him late at night after he comes home shitfaced. Sure you’re mad and yelling in his face, but he doesn’t hear you. He can’t stop thinking about how pregnancy made curvier, how your breasts were larger, and how badly he wants to fuck you senseless. ꕥ

Etched in Ink | Nam-Gyu x Pierced!TattooArtist!Fem!Reader

After asking Thanos about where he goes for his tattoos, Nam-Gyu schedules an appointment with you. He had no idea you’d be so fucking hot. ꕥ

Play Thing | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

One of his favorite things to do with you is just play with you. So, when he buys you a fun new toy he makes sure you get good use out of it and that he got his moneys worth. ꕥ

Unlikely Partnership | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Waking up in a warehouse with 400 some odd players. Nam-Gyu doesn’t understand why he keeps getting pulled towards you. ᯽

Captured In Low Resolution | Thanos x Fem!Reader

Thanos has pictures of you everywhere. You finally inquire about the shitty, low res picture he has on his computer monitor ᯽

Suck ‘em Dry! | Thanos x Fem!Reader

When you meet the egotistic, purple haired rapper he was so confident he’d be the one to ruin you…you decide to flip the switch and ruin him by givin’ him some crazy head ꕥ

Full of Surprises | Thanos x Fem!Reader

You’re the star student on college campus, good grades, great attendance- the first person Thanos knew he would see in class and the last person he would expect to see smoking weed behind the college football stadium ᯽

Passed Around | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader

Smoke seshes with your boyfriends always end up this way…you’re passed around like the blunt you all were smoking ꕥ

More to Love, Double the Fun | ThanGyu x Thick!Fem!Reader

While at a party you want nothing more than to go home. The two of them scout you and answer your pleas; you just don’t go to your home. ꕥ

The Happiest of Birthdays! | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader

All about how Thanos and Nam-Gyu celebrate their favorite girl’s birthday ᯽

Finish it all off with some scrumptious Headcannons

How Nam-Gyu acts when you’re sick ᯽ / ꕥ

Streamer Nam-Gyu ᯽ / ꕥ

Nam-Gyu with big titty gf ᯽ / ꕥ

Nam-Gyu with big ass gf ᯽ / ꕥ

Boyfriends Thanos and Nam-Gyu when you’re ovulating / on period ᯽ / ꕥ

Kwon Jiyong as your bf ᯽

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Sweetbans Masterlist 💛

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Hey You - A history worth revisiting

Hey You (PART 2) - A future worth fighting for

Be Here - 3 times you pull Caitlin out of her head

Now's Not the Time - 4 times you rile her up

Mia Bella - You and Caitlin meet at the dog park

Not Now - 4 times Caitlin riles you up

Greece - You go on a holiday to Greece

Spoken For - Your marriage with Caitlin comes to light

Should Have Been Me - Things will never be the same

Power Couple - You and Caitlin are known as the power couple

Eyes on You - You catch Caitlin's eye during a game

Friendship Bracelet - Meeting Caitlin at a TSwift concert

Come On Now - Caitlin being super proud of you

Crush - Caitlin has a crush on you

Sleepy - 3 times Caitlin falls asleep

That’s Mine - You don’t like when people take what’s yours

Little Ones - When talk becomes reality (baby edition)

Challenge Me (Spoken For part 2) - Your teams meet as UConn takes on Iowa

Match Me - Caitlin and you are known for your game day fits

Protector - 3 times Caitlin is overprotective

It’s Not You, It’s Them - Where you hide your parents from Caitlin

Long Way Home - Miscommunication leads to unnecessary heartache

Power Couple Part 2 - You and Caitlin take the Olympics

Feud - You and Caitlin navigate a long standing media feud

Mic'd - You forget you are mic's during practice

Out - You and Caitlin compliment each other well

Mistakes - They were made

Catch Me If You Can - Caitlin cracks your code

Bowling - Date night

Jersey - Caitlin’s game jersey belongs to you

Thinking of You - It’s all about timing

Train with me - Meeting Caitlin at the gym

Exposed - 3 times your relationship was almost exposed

Frustrated - Caitlin is frustrated

Rules - You have one rule

Little Flirt - Flirting goes on for way too long

Milkshakes - Prequel to Should Have Been Me

Biggest Fan - You are the Fever’s best fan

Varsity Jacket - You forget your jacket

Support - You are an advocate for CC

Long Way Home Pt. 2 - The after

Playbook - AKA your dad is your wingman

Wait for Me - HC of CC during pregnancy

Overprotective - She’s overprotective

Photograph - She loves the way you photograph her

You’re Mine - Jealous Caitlin

Hesitation Series - Slow is okay when it’s more than just you

Tiny Dancer - You dedicate your senior project to her

Capture This - Caitlin sees you in her future

Marked - Caitlin loves to leave marks

Pups - You’re Caitlin’s neighbor

Unmarked - Marked Pt 2

Flight - You hate flying

Stress Ball - Taking care of a stressed CC

Meatball - Photography AU

Back to You Series - Does your love really outweigh the pain?

Silly Goose: Towels - Caitlin loves those Gatorade towels

Brother's Best Friend - You are Blake's best friend

Silly Goose: Zoomies - Cait with the zoomies

Risk - Caitlin is enamored

Let me Help You - You are the first to help me

You’ve Lost Me - You were no longer the priority

Silly Goose: Over-exaggerating - Dramatic CC

Paige Bueckers 💙

Teach Me (COMPLETED) - You ask Paige to teach you all you need to know about being intimate

The Ask

The Art of Kissing

The Art of Teasing

The Art of Practice

The Art of Touching

The Tragedy of Conflict

The Art of Confessing

The Art of You

Injured - You get hurt and Paige is there for you

Private - You and Paige try to keep to yourselves

Child - Mom Paige

Kate Martin 💛

Mascot - Kate has it down bad for the school mascot

Down Low - Dating Kate

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bright | h.h.

summary: you have a light sensitivity and forget your sunglasses but hyunjin is kind enough to give you his.

wc: 800

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

it wasn’t a secret that you had trouble with any kind of light, the sun, lamps, phone screens, etc.

sometimes you were okay but other times any type of light could cause a migraine unlike anything else. because of this you always kept a pair of sunglasses on you just in case.

well apparently not always, today you had rushed out the door to meet hyunjin, the shaded lens forgotten on your counter.

you were sat outside at a small cafe, waiting for hyunjin to return. both of you wanting to enjoy the last of the spring before the summer heat. you were oblivious to the missing object, opting to go without them for a bit, but that didn’t last long. soon after your eyes felt strained, a familiar dull ache presenting itself behind your left eye. 

you look in through your bag, searching for the darker lens that weren’t there. you sigh, the ache still coming in waves, growing stronger with each one. luckily there was an umbrella so you decide to ignore it and enjoy your time with your boyfriend.

you place your bag back on your chair, as the pretty brunette approaches your table, drinks and food in hand. his signature versace glasses slipping down his nose, dopey grin present on his face as he places the tray on your table.

you return the grin, scrunching your nose as he flicks the glasses atop his head. he sets your drink and your food in front of you before sitting in the chair across from you. you both enjoy your drink and pastries, catching up and enjoying each others company.

the sun decided to shift, causing the sun to shine directly on you, the dull ache becoming sharper. you squint your eyes, attempting to hide the wince in pain with it. you place your hand above your eyes, giving yourself a bit of shade, focusing on hyunjin’s story.

“so he came to stay at our dorms for a bit to “escape the loud rage of felix because he sucks at league and it’s not changing anytime soon.” his words not mine.” he explains, as you giggle at the absurdity of his story. “ so seungmin’s solution was to go to the dorm that housed the loudest member in the whole group?” you asked, softly chuckling.

“that’s what i said!” you smile at his outburst, switching hands as your arm got tired. hyunjin tilts his head at the action. “angel?” you hum, looking at him, eyes squinted. “why don’t you put on your sunglasses?” he asks, pointing towards your bag.

“oh i forgot to grab them when i left, it’s okay though.” you give him a reassuring smile before leaning forward into the shade, taking a bite of your croissant.

he knew your eyes and most likely your head was hurting you, and you were trying to put on a brave face. he grabbed the shaded lens currently holding back his soft locks, leaning forward, sliding the lens carefully onto your face.

you jump in surprise, letting out a squeak before relaxing. you send him a small pout as he sits back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “what’d you do that for?” you ask, pushing the glasses up your nose.

“because, i know your eyes are probably stinging and if you don’t have a headache now, you’re definitely on your way to one.” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “what about your eyes?” you asked, frown still present.

“don’t worry about mine, do you want to sit over here in the shade?” he asks, moving as if he’s gonna get up. you shake your head, moving to stop him. “no no, i’m okay, you stay.”

he scoots his chair over slightly, still in the shade, “come on, move your chair.” he waves you over. you roll your eyes before getting up, moving your chair towards the dimmer area, sitting down.

“i was fine over there.” you glare at him over the black shades.

he rolls his eyes before leaning over slightly, wrapping his arms around you. “will you just let me take care of you please?” he asks, placing a quick kiss to the back of your head. “plus i know you were 2 minutes away from a headache.” giving you a knowing look.

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “yeah yeah.” you concede, admitting defeat. “thank you, my love.” you say, turning to him, placing a kiss to his cheek. “anything for my muse.” he smiles, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go.

the rest of the day was spent walking around, enjoying the weather and a quick trip to the versace store to buy you your own matching pair of sunglasses.

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