#r wanted to hop back on this morning in the shower and we had a shouting match but our deal was she takes a week break so I'm keeping it

[neverendingford]

Therapists have two genders:

Professional Asshole and

Well-meaning Incompetent

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Hii.

This might seem like an odd request but can you do a lucy bronze x reader fluff where theres a thunderstorm at an away match or at england camp (your choice) and r gets scared so lucy makes her sleep with her and in the morning one of the team comes into wake the pair up as they slept in but they see the 'couple' and take a picture and show the squad and when they finally go down for breakfast the pair gets interrogated and a couple months the later the 2 start dating.

Thank you if you do , do it but you dont have to xx

𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 - 𝙡.𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙚

summary: reader is scared of thunderstorms and lucy comforts them during the night.

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𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗔 — 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘

it was an away game against tenerife, in tenerife.

the squad were all travelling together, and it was roughly 4 hours before we landed.

all twenty - four of us girls plus coaches and staff piled out of the airport and into the team-rented bus that took us to our booked hotel. there was an even amount of players so everyone would have a roommate. i had a feeling i knew who i’d be paired with, lucy bronze.

we’d hit it off when i first transferred to the spanish giants last summer, and ever since then she’d been like my mentor.

i was stoked to be in the same team as her a while ago and don’t get me wrong, i still was, but there was something more. she was an amazing person and player, and an attractive one at that.

it just so happened that i was a sucker for pretty girls.

“yn, are you ready to go?”

lucy’s voice pulled me out of my daydream, just as the bus pulled up in front of the hotel. she lightly tapped my arm and grabbed both our bags for us.

“mm, thanks luce.”

again, all twenty - four girls walked into the hotel reception. i almost felt bad for jona since he had a considerable amount of kids (and non-kids which acted like kids) to deal with. almost.

eventually we were all sorted into pairs and sent up to our rooms to get settled, with a strict order to be back at the reception by 6pm. lucy led the way to where our room was located, swiping the key card to let us in. it was a pretty room, with two double beds and a conjoined bathroom.

we set our bags down on the two beds. i chose the one closer to the door, while lucy took the one by the deck.

there was a couple hours until we had to be down for dinner, so i busied myself with sorting my things. i put my most used clothes and shoes in the provided drawers, keeping anything not needed in my suitcase.

eventually we both headed down for dinner and joined everyone else.

i’d noticed the sky was dark and overcast outside, which could only mean one thing. thunderstorms.

i’d never been a big fan of them, the lightning gave me shivers.

it was well past sunset when the team returned to the hotel. i was exhausted from the day and was looking forward to sleeping, but there was a niggle in the back of my mind.

i ignored it and went to have a shower.

when i came out, lucy went in. we hadn’t spoken much since getting back but there wasn’t any bad feelings. she came out of the bathroom just then, only wearing her boxers and a sports bra with her shirt hanging from her neck.

i was staring, respectfully. the girl had abs.

she must’ve noticed my gaze from where i was perched on my bed.

“like whatcha see?”

i blushed, hard, and look down in embarrassment of being caught.

there was a slight pitter-patter of rain drops on the glass from outside, and suddenly my nerves were back. lucy must’ve noticed me tense up.

“you all good?”

“yea, yes. just.. not the biggest fan of rain and thunderstorms.”

“you can join me over here if you want.”

her voice was soft, gentle.

“i’d like that. thankyou.”

i slip over to her double bed, perching on the edge and waiting for lucy to hop in. we must’ve fallen asleep together, because i have no recollection of actually getting to sleep.

in the morning, there was a light knock on the door. neither of us woke to the noise, so the person opened the door and walked in.

it was claudia, she’d come to wake us up. instead of being greeted with the two of us sleeping separately, we were both curled up together in the one bed. unfortunately, she’d think that too funny and snapped a picture before racing back to show patri and mariona.

when we did actually wake up, we didn’t really speak of the night before or sleeping in the same bed. i mumbled a quiet thankyou for comforting me again but that was it.

we walked down to breakfast, and were greeted by the whole team looking at us with a smirk.

when we sat down, claudia spoke first.

“so how was your sleep?”

“good, very comfy beds. how was yours?”

lucy didn’t miss a beat in calming the younger girls’ confidence.

“oh yea, it was good. very comfy. seemed like you two had a great time.”

she flipped her phone around to show us the picture she’d taken this morning. it was us, still asleep, in the same bed. lucy was lying on her back, but i was on my side and curled into lucy’s side, almost lying on top of her.

“it was cold last night, i couldn’t let the girl freeze to death.”

again, lucy was smooth and didn’t show any signs of nerves. i didn’t know whether to let out a sigh of relief or internally cry since she didn’t seem affected by it.

i just let it be, i didn’t want to make a big deal and embarrass either of us.

eventually time had passed and it had been two months since the thunderstorm incident. i thought about it constantly, it never left my mind. it took everything i me to not talk to lucy and clear everything up. i did not want to make a fool of myself.

we were at training that day, i was standing off to the side grabbing a drink when alexia came up beside me.

“you know she thinks about you too.”

her spanish accent didn’t help her case, but i knew what she said.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

she gave me a knowing look, her captains look, she said it was.

“you know exactly what i am talking about. you should go talk to her.”

i could feel my face go pale at her words.

“ale, that is the last thing i want to do. what if she doesn’t like me back?”

my captain just laughs.

“niña tonta. do you see the way she looks at you? she loves you.” (you silly girl.)

i don’t respond, just blush a little and look out to where lucy was practicing on the pitch. she was so gorgeous, her muscles popping in all the right places.

“de acuerdo.” (okay.)

i don’t say anything else, just walk over to the water cooler to pick up my water bottle again. i end up waiting until practice is over and all the girls are walking to the change room.

“luce, can i borrow you over here?”

“yea, what’s up?”

“just wanted to talk, and get something off my chest.

um, so. i don’t know how to say this, but i guess, i like you more than friends?”

i looked down immediately, not wanting to see the look of rejection on lucy’s face. when she didn’t say anything, curiosity got the better of me and i looked up a bit.

she was grinning down at me with a huge smile.

“you know i like you too, right?”

i wanted to say i dumbfounded, but alexia had quite literally told me she liked me back and i still didn’t believe her.

“like, for real?”

lucy nodded, and leaned down to give me a peck on the lips.

i was stunned but had a tiny dopey smile plastered on my face. alexia had come out of the changing rooms to find us then, and saw lucy holding my hand, and me with a grin. she must’ve put two and two together and figured it out.

“i was right, sí?”

i nodded at her, and she laughed.

“i told you she liked you, niña tonta.” (silly girl.)

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Doing It All For Us (Pt. 4)

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Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe's love grows stronger when he sees the love of his life suffer.

Warnings: Alcohol, California sober, neglect, language, fighting, mention of virginity, mention of overdose, canon divergence, porn

Word Count: 4.8k+

Ward: Where are you?

Rafe: You kicked me out, remember?

W: Are you at Barry's?

R: No.

R: I'm clean.

W: Since when?

R: Like a week now.

W: Well, you can prove that at Midsummers.

R: You want me at Midsummers?

W: Of course, Rafe. We are going as a family. And if you want to bring that girl you're always running around with, we'd like to meet her.

R: I'll ask her.

W: If you really are clean and doing well, son, we can talk about you coming home.

Rafe bit his lip as he read the last message.

He locked his phone and put it back on the night stand before rolling over and looking at you. Your back was to him. He appreciated the way the sheets draped over your body as you slept. Your hair spread out across the pillow behind you as the sunlight shining through the blinds illuminated your sun kissed skin.

You and Rafe had been clean for a week. Still smoking, still drinking, but you hadn't touched coke or pills. Rafe promised to stay clean with you. Not just around you but with you. That made it all so much easier.

You were both on edge as you got used to not having coke constantly at your disposal. But as you slept next to each other every night and you always counted your blessings.

Rafe moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to the bare skin between your shoulders.

You smiled at the sensation. "Hey," You whisper as you roll over and face him.

"Hey," He smiles.

You wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him to your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to enter.

"Mmmm," He moaned into your mouth.

Your fingers ran through his hair as you smiled against his lips, rolling over so that you were on top of him.

Your skin pressed firmly to his as his hands rested on your hips. The feeling gave you goosebumps.

This is how you'd been waking up every morning since your first kiss with Rafe Cameron.

"I love you," You said against his lips, giving him one more quick kiss before you sat up, straddling his lap.

He smiled up at you, eyes beaming with adornment. "I love you, too," His voice was almost child like.

You sat in silence as you played with his hands. Just feeling happy to be so close to him.

Rafe finally broke the silence. "So, my dad texted me."

"Oh yeah? What did he say?" You ask.

"He, uhhh...he wants me to go to Midsummers with them. And he wants me to bring you."

Your eyes shot up to meet his. "Really?" You asked.

"Yeah. He says if I'm clean and doing good I can come back home. Having you as my date to Midsummers sure as shit would be a good sight." He chuckles, running his index finger along your hip.

"Uhm, yeah. Okay." You smile. "That would be fun!"

Rafe's eyes sparkle at your response. The way he smiles at you melts your heart every time.

"You want breakfast?" You ask, leaning down and kissing his cheek before you hop off the bed and throw on his t-shirt.

"You're going to cook?" He laughs, rolling over to watch you.

"No," You tease. "I'm gonna call Courtney." You say, waving your phone in his face.

"You know, one of these days I'm gonna teach you how to cook," He laughs.

"So we can die in a house fire?" You shoot back with a smirk as you look in the mirror, pulling your hair up into a high ponytail.

"As long as I get to die with you." He says. You turn to him and he smiles.

"Courtney is coming over. Meet you downstairs!"

"I'm gonna shower then I'll be there!" He calls after you.

You head downstairs and pull some water out of the fridge. You hear the front door open and you assume it's Courtney.

"Hey bitch! I'm hungry!" You call out.

"Is that how you normally greet me?"

You spin around to see your dad standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey dad!" You greet, walking over to him and giving him a hug. "Sorry, I thought you were Courtney."

"It's okay, honey. How are you?" He asks.

"Uhm, I'm doing better...did you not get my messages?"

"Hmm, no I don't think so." He said, staring at the messages on his phone.

You swallow. "I, uhm, I overdosed dad."

He pauses for a moment. "Again?" He finally asked, not looking to meet your eyes.

His simple word stung. You'd tried to reach out to him over the past week. You even got in touch with his assistant. He still had no clue. And he didn't even care.

"Look, honey. If you need to go back to a rehab I can get in contact with-"

"No, dad. It's okay. I've been clean for a week. And my friends are helping me." You respond.

"Oh, good. I'm glad you are meeting some people you get along with here." He says.

"Yeah, they are great."

"I can't stay long. I have a dinner to get to then I fly out again tomorrow. Can you take care of the gardener?" He says as he takes off towards his room.

"Uhm, I didn't know the gardener was coming today."

"Is that not his truck outside?"

"Uh no, that's Rafe's."

Your dad stopped and turned to you. "The Cameron boy? Is he here?"

"Uhm, yeah..."

"Hanging out with guys like that won't help you stay clean, honey."

"He's clean too, Dad. He's kind of the reason I didn't die." You shoot back.

"Hm," He says. "Just make good choices." And with that, he walks off.

You are left standing in the foyer, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Hey bitch!" Courtney says. You hadn't even heard the door open.

"Oh, hey," You say, wiping your eyes.

"Are you okay?"

You close your eyes at her question. "No," You admit, leaning into her and hugging her. She hugs you back tightly and rocks you back and forth.

"Your dad?" She asks. She had seen his car in the driveway.

You nod your head in response.

"Well listen, there is a party tonight! Let's get dressed up and have fun!"

"Okay," You agree. Sniffling and wiping the tears from your eyes, managing a small smile.

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Rafe had overheard the conversation with your dad as he made his way downstairs. He kicked himself for every time he complained about his father to you. Ward was a prick but at least he gave somewhat of a shit. He couldn't believe the way your dad had brushed off you almost dying like it was nothing. How he hadn't even known it happened even though you tried to reach out multiple times.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and comfort you but when he heard Courtney come in, he decided to just turn around and go upstairs. You would talk to him when you were ready.

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After you and Courtney finished getting ready, the three of you made your way to the kitchen as you waited for Topper and Kelce to come pick you up. Top offered to drive tonight so Rafe could have a turn to get drunk. Not that Rafe necessarily cared, as long as he was with you.

You poured shots for each of you and you all threw them back. Then another, and another, and another. You were starting to feel good as you and Courtney danced around the kitchen.

Rafe couldn't help the smile that washed over his face as he watched you dance. He felt like a 12 year old boy experiencing his first crush. He couldn't believe he'd spent every morning this week waking up next to you.

"Oh, hey Mr. Y/L/N." Courtney suddenly said.

You paused as your dad entered the kitchen.

"Courtney," He nodded. "Lovely to see you again."

"Hey dad," You said softly.

"Honey? Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?" His eyes scanned over Rafe.

"Dad, this is Rafe Cameron. Rafe, this is my dad." Your voice was awkward.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Y/L/N." Rafe said, standing up to extend his hand to your fathers.

"Likewise," Your dad responded dryly, shaking his hand a bit too firmly for your liking.

"Well, I'm headed to a meeting. You kids have fun." Your dad said, placing a quick kiss on the side of your head and heading towards the door.

You just stared blankly at the floor as he left. You chewed on your lip, trying to get the craving for drugs to subside.

"Hey, are you okay?" Rafe asked, reaching out and taking your hand.

You felt yourself relax instantly and you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest and taking in his scent.

"I'm fine!" You say. "Let's take another shot!"

You pour out two more shots for each of you before Topper and Kelce finally showed up. You climbed in between Rafe and Courtney in the back seat of Topper's Jeep. You smiled to yourself, excited to be going out again. You hadn't gone out much since the hospital. But you were so sick of sitting at home. Sick of being sad about your dad. You were ready to jump back into being the bad bitch you were.

Courtney saw this. "Let's go fuck shit up, baby!" She squeals in excitement, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close.

You laugh and hug her back. You turn back to Rafe and look up at him with lustful eyes. You realized you and Rafe had practically spent the last week alone in your house. You hadn't even told Courtney the two of you had kissed. You started to wonder if that's something he'd even want everyone else to know.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on your temple. The gesture made you feel warm and you linked your fingers through his.

Topper scoffs. "Did the two of you not fuck enough this whole week you've been MIA?"

Rafe kicks the back of Topper's seat. "Shut the fuck up," He spits.

You just throw your head back and laugh.

"You guys are horrible at hiding it." Kelce laughs. "Everyone knows you two are hooking up."

"I don't kiss and tell," You tease.

"Wait! Did you guys kiss?!" Courtney asks with excitement.

You bite back the smile forming on your lips as you shyly look up at Rafe. He looks down at you, his tongue grazing his bottom lip as his eyes flicker to your lips, asking for permission.

Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know as he brings a finger up to your chin, lifting you up to face him as he leans in and kisses you deeply.

"OOOHHH!" Kelce and Courtney yell in unison. "Fucking finally!"

You smile against Rafe's lips as your friends hype you up.

"Seriously? Took you guys long enough!" Topper laughs.

"So are you guys like dating now?" Courtney asks excitedly.

"Uhm..." Was all you managed to get out before Topper interrupted.

"We're here!" He says as he parks the car and quickly hops out. You all follow suit.

The house was massive. All three floors filled with drunk Kooks. You felt your confidence kick in as you and Courtney stood next to each other. Mini skirts, high heels, and gold body chains. You knew you were the hottest girls there as you walked into the party. And the fact that Rafe Cameron followed you around like a lost puppy was a huge bonus. He was the hottest guy on Figure Eight.

Eyes were on you, as always. Men drooling over you, girls glaring at you. All attention on you and your friends and thats the way you liked it.

The five of you made your way to the kitchen and grabbed drinks. You threw back a couple shots with everyone in the kitchen and you could feel the music start to take over your body. You and Courtney twirled around until you were in the living room. You couldn't control yourself as you moved your body to the beat.

Rafe couldn't take his eyes off you as you and Courtney danced to the music. He couldn't stop thinking about what Courtney asked in the car.

Are you guys dating now?

Truth is, he hadn't actually thought about it. He'd just been in pure bliss this last week he'd spent with you. Everything felt right with you. He was finally okay with not being high.

But now that you were all out at this party, he noticed the way guys stared at you. How every guy in this house would do anything for a chance with you. He had to make you his.

"Hey Rafey," A familiar voice cut through his thoughts. "Still drooling over the sluts?"

"What do you want, Jess?" Rafe growled.

"I heard Y/N has a little bit of a drug problem," She attempts.

"Weren't you the one always sucking me off for blow?" Rafe shot back.

Jess narrowed her eyes slightly but laughed. "If I remember correctly, you really enjoyed the time we spent alone." She said as she dragged a finger across Rafe's forearm.

You look over and lock eyes with Rafe. Your face falls when you see Jessica pressed up against him. Rafe was obviously uncomfortable.

"These bitches never quit," You say to Courtney. She turns to see what you're glaring at.

"Jesus fucking Christ," She spits. "She's so desperate it hurts."

You watch as Rafe shrugs Jessica off.

You make your way back towards the kitchen, ready to put this bitch in her place again but before you can get to her Rafe picks you up and sets you on the counter. He stands between your legs and looks you in the eyes.

You look back at him, slightly confused but really enjoying whatever it is that's happening.

He brings his hand up, tangling his fingers in the hair at the base of your neck while his other hand rested on your hip. You could tell people were starting to stare now.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Rafe asks. The people standing in the kitchen with you all stare as they wait for you to answer. Jessica stood there, jaw hanging open.

"I thought you'd never ask," You smile.

He smiles now, pulling you in to kiss you deeply.

"OOOOH THAT'S MY FUCKING BRO!" You hear a drunk Topper and Kelce cheer.

"I'll drink to that!" Courtney yells, throwing back a shot.

"Whatever, have fun with your junkie girlfriend," Jessica spits before trying to walk away.

You pull away from Rafe to say something but you see Courtney grab her hair and slam her into the glass microwave, shattering the glass and her face.

"Oh shit!" You say as you watch Courtney handle the situation.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut before I fuck you up so bad that not even plastic surgery can fix your slutty little face you fucking coke whore!" Courtney yells before pushing her off.

Jessica runs off crying and you and Rafe can't help but laugh. "Holy shit, Court! You're a motherfuckin' g!"

"Learned from the best!" She winks.

You and Rafe spend the rest of the party practically glued to each other. He wanted everyone to see you together. For everyone to know you were his and he was yours.

"I'm getting tired," You finally say, leaning your face into Rafe's neck.

"I can call us an Uber," Rafe says. "I think Top's out for the night." He nods towards the couch to where Topper and Kelce had practically fallen asleep in each others laps.

You noticed how much the party had died down. "What time is it?"

Rafe glanced down at his Rolex. "Shit, it's 3:30." Rafe chuckles.

"Let's go lay by the pool," You say. Taking Rafe's hand and leading him outside. A few people still stood around the fire, drinking beers and smoking weed.

You lead him to the far end of the pool where there was an open cabana with a bed in it. You laid down and looked up at the twinkling string lights hung around the back yard. Rafe laid down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. He placed kisses on your skin, starting at your jawline and working his way down to your collar bone.

"You make me crazy," Rafe whispers against your skin. You could feel a growing warmth between your legs. His hand moves under your shirt, running his fingers over your exposed skin as he sucks at your collar bone.

"Fuck..." You moan at the sensation.

He leans up and kisses you as his hand travels down to your thigh, hiking up your skirt. You feel his thumb tuck under the hem of your panties and your breath hitches as you bite his lip. He growls at the gesture.

"Rafe," You whisper.

"Hmm?" He asks, still kissing you like his life depended on it.

You pull away from him. "Rafe, I need to tell you something."

He sits up slightly. "What is it, baby girl?" He asks, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair.

"Uhm, I just need to tell you..." You hesitate. "Th-that I, uhm.."

"What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything." He assures you.

"I'm a virgin, Rafe." You say, looking down at your hands and biting your lip.

Rafe smiles and lifts your chin up so you meet his eyes. He kisses you so gently but so passionately you swear you could melt right there.

"You're not, like, weirded out?" You ask curiously.

Rafe laughs. "No, baby, not at all. And we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with it." He promises.

"I-I want to, Rafe. I do." You tell him. "But, I also don't want to lose my virginity in the back yard of a house party." You chuckle.

"Yeah, not very romantic is it?" He chuckles. "Come here," He says, pulling you into him, your back pressed firmly against his front.

You bring his hand up to yours, intertwining your fingers together. "I love you, Rafe." You whisper against his skin.

"I love you too, pretty girl." He says into your hair, before pressing a kiss to your temple.

The two of you fall asleep easily, tangled together in the warm summer air.

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When you'd all finally made it back to your house in the morning, Topper and Kelce had to practically drag Rafe away from you to make it to their tee time.

The two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other. As much as you were going to miss Rafe today, you were excited to hang out with Courtney and look for a dress for Midsummers.

"Did Kelce ask you?" You ask Courtney as you scan your massive closet.

She rested on the chair in the middle of you closet and watched you. "Yeah, he did. He's sweet. And he likes that I'm taller than him." She chuckles.

"You're taller than everyone, Court. Why aren't you a runway model again?" You ask.

"Cuz a bitch gets too drunk to walk straight," She jokes. You both laugh.

You pull a few options from your closet and scan over them intently.

"So," Courtney starts. You already know where this is going. "You gonna let Rafe take your virginity?" She grins.

You try your best to bite back a smile. "I mean...I want to. I'm just nervous, you know?"

"Why?"

"He's like...experienced." You say, waving your hand around and rolling your eyes. "I have no clue what I'm doing."

"Okay, well....Let's practice!" Courtney says as she jumps up and grabs your hand, pulling you to your bed.

"Court, no offense, but you have no cock for me to suck."

"Shut up," She says as she grabs your lap top. "Just watch."

Courtney pulls up a couple porn sites and types in some videos. "Do what they do," She says.

You watch the videos. It's not like you'd never watched porn before but the more you watched the more you felt like you couldn't be as good as these women.

"Throw your hips back like this," Courtney shows you. "Here, let me film you."

Courtney showed you all the ways to move you body just right. The faces to make, even how to give head on a banana she had found in your kitchen.

She filmed it all and played it back for you and you couldn't deny that you looked hot as fuck.

"Don't forget to be fucking sloppy when you suck his cock," Courtney added. "Guys love that shit! Oh, and when he cums in your mouth, fucking swallow."

You licked your lips at Courtney's words. You really, really, wanted to fuck Rafe Cameron.

"Y/N?! Court?!"

You heard Rafe's voice as the came in through the front door.

"Shit!" You said to Court, quickly exiting out of the 10 porn tabs you had up and slamming you lap top shut.

You both hopped off the bed and ran downstairs to greet the boys.

"Hey baby!" You said as you jumped into Rafe's arms. He dropped his clubs to the floor and gripped you immediately. Bringing his hands to your ass as he he kissed you deeply.

"Hey, sweet girl," He said, pressing kisses to your neck.

"Could you guys not fuck for one second while we figure this shit out?!" Topper asks as he plops down on your couch.

You hop down from Rafe's grasp. "What happened?"

"Those fucking Pogues sunk my fucking boat!" Topper yelled.

Rafe gripped your hips, pulling you down on his lap as he sat on the couch. "We're gonna get them back, Top." Rafe promised.

"Yeah? How?" Topper asked. He was obviously stressed as he sunk back into your couch.

"Tomorrow night," Courtney suggested. "There's that movie in the park or whatever. I bet they'll be there."

"Hey, yeah! I swear I overheard them talking about it," Kelce chimes in.

"Okay, so tomorrow night, we go to the fucking movie thing or whatever and wait for them to slip up." You add.

"Let's fucking kill these Pogues," Courtney laughs.

"Yeah, yeah, let's fucking do it!" Topper says as he stands up. "Whoo!"

You narrowed your eyes slightly, noticing Top was coked the fuck out. You glanced back at Rafe and examined his eyes.

"I'm sober," He said, seeing the question in your eyes. "Top, however, has had a day."

You nod in agreement. "We'll end those fucking Pogues."

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The next day, you and Courtney slipped into some casual clothes. You settled for simple jean shorts and a form fitting tank top. But that didn't stop you from gluing your diamonds to your eyelids.

You pulled your beach waves back in a high ponytail and slipped into some sandals.

Courtney finished applying her lipstick. Popping her lips in the mirror before turning to you. "Let's go kill some fucking Pogues," She said with a devious smile.

You linked arms with hers as you made your way downstairs to meet the boys.

"Shots?!" A drunk Topper asked from your kitchen. You watched as he poured 5 shots, losing half of the tequila to the counter.

Rafe came over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to you neck. "You look fucking stunning," He whispered against your skin. You swore you wanted him to bend you over the counter right then and there but you composed yourself.

"And I'm dating the most handsome man on this island." You chuckled as you pulled back to look at him. He had on a yellow shirt and a tan snap back. He looked like a dumb frat boy and it made your pussy swell.

He smiled at you before turning to pick up the shots Topper had poured. "Cheers!" He said, clinking his glass to yours before you both swallowed the alcohol.

You cringed at the taste but quickly shook it off.

"Alright let's do this!" Kelce said as he took off towards the front door.

You all followed out to Rafe's truck. You climbed in the passenger seat while Courtney, Kelce, and Topper piled in the back.

Rafe kept a hand on your thigh while he drove. His fingers dangerously close to your entrance and you could feel yourself beginning to drip.

"Yo, when I see that fucker, Pope, I'm gonna rip his fucking face off!" Topper preached from the back seat.

"Why the hell would they do that shit?" Courtney asked.

"Well if Rafe here hadn't insisted on jumping him on the golf course..." Topper spat.

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Rafe. He had his eyes on the road in front of him as he sucked his lips between his teeth. You could feel his grip on your thigh tighten. "They held a gun to your head, Top." Rafe said.

"Yeah, but now my boats gone and my parents think it's my fault!"

"Okay, everyone shut up!" You snapped. "Look, we are going to get back at the Pogues for all the shit they've done. But you guys," You pointed between the three boys. "Need to be smarter with how you handle shit!"

The boys shut up and listened. They always listened to you. Especially when you raised your voice. Nobody wanted to fuck with the Queen Bee.

When you finally pulled up to the park you instantly spotted JJ, Pope, and Kiara.

Topper tried to hop out but Courtney grabbed him. "Hold on," She hissed. "We have to be smart."

"Don't storm them right away," You said. "We don't want to draw attention. Just play it cool and wait for the right moment."

You all got out of the truck. You and Courtney grabbed the blankets and the cooler you'd brought and set it up at the very back of the park. You pulled the tequila and solo cups from the cooler and added some lime juice to each cup before passing the drinks around to the group.

Rafe sat down and you leaned back against him. He rubbed your arm and placed kisses to your temple.

"Why'd you jump him, Rafe?" You ask.

Rafe sighed. "Doesn't matter."

"It matters." You said. Your voice harsher than you intended.

"He was talking shit," Rafe said, anger coating your voice. "I got pissed, okay?"

You watched as Kiara got up and walked towards the concession stand.

"I'll be back." You say as you get up quickly and walk over to where she stood.

"Hey, Kie," You said with a bitchy smile. "How are you?"

"What the fuck do you want, Y/N?" Kiara spat back at you.

You chuckle, your tongue grazing over your bottom lip as you look down. "Tell your boy," You say, taking a step closer to her, looking up to meet her gaze now. "We know what he did."

Kiara glanced over your shoulder to see the rest of your crew sitting at the back of the park. Courtney offered her a sadistic smile and wave. Kiara clenched her jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about." She stated before quickly walking off.

"Enjoy the movie!" You called after her. You smiled before you turned and walked back over to Rafe and the others.

The five of you sat and drank as you barely paid any attention to what was going on on the screen. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to get the Pogues alone.

You noticed JJ and Pope get up and head towards the back of the screen.

"There they go," You say with a smirk. "Go get 'em boys."

Rafe, Kelce, and Topper were quick to get up and follow the two Pogues. You and Courtney sipped your drinks and giggled as you watched all the boys disappear behind they screen.

"They're gonna fucking ruin them!" Courtney laughed.

"Straight up! I don't know why-" You cut yourself off as you saw Kiara get up and walk towards the back of the screen. "Oh fuck this bitch!" You spit as you stood up and stormed after her, Courtney not far behind you.

When you finally get behind the screen you see Kiara on top of Topper. Rafe quickly pulls her off and throws her to the ground.

"Grab her, Court!" You say. Courtney lunges towards Kiara and holds her arms behind her back as she presents her to you. "Hi bitch!" You say with a wild smile. Before she got the chance to respond you kicked her in the stomach.

"Ah!" Kiara cried out as she bent over in pain.

"Kie!" Pope yelled out as he slipped out of Topper's grip.

Before you could kick her again, Pope grabbed you and pushed you to the ground.

"Oh, fuck no!" Rafe said as he grabbed Pope by the throat and began to choke him out. "Don't you EVER put your fucking hands on my girl!"

Courtney was by your side, helping you off the ground. "Where'd that little bitch go?" You spat.

"I don't-" Courtney stopped when she noticed the screen going up in flames. "Oh shit!" She helped you to your feet.

You glanced around to see Topper and and Kelce running to you but Rafe was still choking out Pope.

"Rafe!" You yelled. "Baby, we gotta go!"

Rafe finally snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice. He threw Pope to the ground, landing one more kick to his stomach before he ran toward you and grabbed your hand. The five of you ran off towards the beach before anyone could realize you'd been there.

"Holy shit!" Topper said as you all finally reached the sand. "Rafe you almost killed him!"

Rafe sighed and pulled you into him. "Are you okay?" He mumbled into your hair.

You laughed against his chest. "I almost had that bitch if Pope didn't fucking catch me off gaurd."

Rafe's jaw clenched. The fact that someone put their fucking hands on you filled him with rage.

"Hey, baby, look at me," You said as you rested your hands on his chest. "I'm okay. I promise."

"This isn't over," He said as he looked back in the direction of the park.

"No, no it's not. But for now, let's go home."

Rafe took a deep breath and turned to look at you, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: December 3rd

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Summary: “Sweater” Day on December 3rd is no exception for your boyfriend, Joe Burrow.

Warnings: fluff, mention of sex

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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December 3rd (not this year)

(y/n’s pov)

“I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you.”

I had heard the TikTok sound so many times this morning, lying in bed by myself.

Joe had to go into the facility today for a meeting and some other thing that I couldn't understand as he explained it to me last night.

It was stupid to feel so lonely at the moment just from watching so many stupid couple TikToks, but they seriously did make me miss my boyfriend.

The bed started to get less and less comforting as it got colder from the lack of Joe’s body heat and the imprint on the mattress of his muscular body began to disappear.

Eventually rolling out of bed at 10:30, I washed my face and did my morning routine before making my way into Joe and I’s shared walk-in closet.

Joe’s side of the closet was a collage of color. Like a rainbow’s colors had been rearranged and hung on hangers.

I focused back on my side, slid a pair of leggings on, and went to grab a sweatshirt but stopped before my fingertips brushed the fabric.

Would it count if I took one of Joe’s?

Looking over my shoulder at his sweatshirt section, I thought about the idea before ultimately deciding not to.

He has to give it to you for it to count.

—

When Joe got home he walked over to the couch where I was sitting and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, baby.” - Joe

“Hey, how was your day?” - you

“It was okay, better now that I'm with you.” - Joe smiled

He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before plopping down next to me on the couch. Joe grabbed my legs and maneuvered them to where they'd drape over his lap.

“Missed you.” - Joe grinned

“I missed you too.” - you smiled

Joe began rubbing small shapes on my thighs as I picked out a show to watch.

“You stay warm today? It's getting cold out.” - Joe

“Yeah, but I'm definitely warmer with your body heat.” - you laughed

“Yeah? Does it get cold in bed without me?” - Joe

“Oh yeah, like a lot colder. You're like my personal cuddleable heater.” - you

My cheeks heated up at Joe’s laugh filling the room as he squeezed my thigh.

“Glad I have some sort of a purpose babe.” - Joe

“You have more purpose than just that! I didn't mean for it to sound like-” - you

“I know, y/n. I was just teasing, baby.” - Joe

I smiled and pecked his lips before getting comfortable and watching the show.

—

After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, Joe walked me upstairs while holding me bridal-style to the bedroom.

Multiple rounds of pure bliss and love-making later… we were washing each other off in the shower.

“Babe, I'm so tired I might fall over.” - Joe

“I just gotta wash your hair then we can hop out, brush our teeth, and you can head to bed while I blow dry my hair.” - you

“That sounds terrible.” - Joe

“How so?” - you frowned

“You washing my hair is always relaxing as hell I'll prob fall over and sleep, and going to bed without you is not something I want to do.” - Joe

“Joey.” - you giggled and rubbed his naked chest

He was giving me a serious look, so I knew he meant it, but that was the only way so I eventually left his arms to grab the shampoo and scrubbed his hair.

“Dont fall asleep on me, Joe.” - you

“I’m trying…” - Joe

As I was rinsing his hair out, his head slowly fell forward onto my shoulder.

“Baby…” - you rubbed Joe’s back

Joe groaned out of annoyance and turned the water off before quickly hopping out of the shower.

I dried myself off and grabbed the towel away from Joe after watching him stand there for a minute just barely dragging it across his body.

“Joseph.” - you giggled

“I’m too tired to put my undies on.” - Joe smiled

“Listen. I love you, but I'm not putting your undies on for you.” - you rolled your eyes

“You’re the one that took ‘em off!” - Joe smirked

I playfully shoved his chest as we both laughed but I eventually gave in and slipped Joe’s boxers on for him as he leaned against the bathroom wall with his eyes closed.

“This is wife stuff, not girlfriend stuff, Joseph Lee.” - you smiled, knowing Joe hated the teasing

“Soon baby, I promise.” - Joe

Truthfully, I didn't care at all when Joe proposed. I just knew it got under his skin when the guys or his family mentioned it. After putting the man’s underwear on for him, he was due for some teasing.

“You know I don't care when it happens. I know forever is with you, Joey.” - you hugged him

“I know. It is about time though, I mean seriously you've been waiting forever for my ass to just do it.” - Joe

“Joe… I don't care about having the title of being married. I am excited to marry you one day though, even if it isn't today or any time soon, I know I'll be your wife one day.” - you

“You will be baby. But… speaking of today. I need to give you something.” - Joe

I watched him leave the bathroom and a moment later he came back with one of his sweatshirts in his hand.

Once he was standing in front of me, he neatly folded the sweater up and handed it to me with an outstretched arm.

“Here ya go, happy sweater day.” - Joe grinned

I took the sweatshirt from his hand with a confused smile on my face and slipped it over my head. It went down to right above my knee as I was wrapped in warmth and Joe’s scent.

“I also grabbed you some panties.” - Joe

“Thanks.” - you smiled and slipped them on before wrapping your arms around Joe

Joe put his arms around my waist and smiled down at me, proud of his gesture.

“How’d you know?” - you giggled

“A couple of the guys at the facility were saying their girls were all asking for one of their sweatshirts because of this song on TikTok that mentions sweaters and December 3rd. I figured I'd be an extra good boyfriend today and give it to you before you asked.” - Joe grinned

“Oh I love you so much.” - you kissed him

My hands cupped Joe’s face as we kissed and kissed.

Ultimately, Joe was the one to pull away.

“As much as I love this moment and kissing you, I'm gonna brush my teeth and go to bed.” - Joe

“Okay.” - you laughed

Joe and I brushed our teeth and once we were both done he kissed me goodnight, telling me “I love you” and left the bathroom.

He had shut the door behind him knowing I was going to have the blow dryer on, and he was going to go knock out.

After I was finished in the bathroom I took a good look at myself in the mirror and couldn't stop smiling. It was the little things that Joe did that made me love him so much.

When I turned the lights out and exited the bathroom, the sight and sound of Joe snoring while taking up the entire bed made me giggle to myself.

I tried my hardest not to wake him up as I scooted him onto his side and laid down on my side. He stirred for a bit but ended up just cuddling into me.

Let's just say I fell asleep feeling very happy, lucky, and loved that December 3rd.

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Authors note: I promise that “Girls’ Night” is coming out next! Hopefully today!! I couldn't help but write something for today so here's something to hold you over till “Girls' Night” comes out.

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[missredherring]

Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me

Dieter Bravo x Fat!F!Reader

Rating: R

Word Count: 3.4k

Contents: pwp. established relationship. free use. dom/sub vibes. oral sex (f receiving). unprotected piv sex. creampie. breeding kink. dirty talk. audio erotica. sex toys. Dieter being dramatic.

Summary: “How long do you want this?” You adjust his kerchief to indicate your meaning.

“All day. We don’t have other plans.” He offers and shudders when you bury your nose in his neck, nuzzling at the skin at the edge of the fabric. 

“Good. All you have to do is take it off.” You remind him, as you always do. He nods and you reward him with a bruising suck right over his carotid artery that makes him whimper.

A/N: I guess not being able to sleep is good for something since my tired brain wondered why there isn't more character free use fic out there. I've always seen reader free use, and while that's hot, we shouldn't ignore the opportunities of turning the tables with our favs.

Of course Dieter was first in line. Happy NYE!

Does this still count as free use if she's not actually fucking him silly everywhere and makes sure he's on board with that she wants?

Many thanks and noisy cheek smooches to @covetyou for helping with brainstorming and feedback and being patient as I sent her snippets to gauge if I was on the right path with this or not. She's a gem.

This isn't a paid ad for the Quinn app, but it is a heavy recommendation. The bolded dialogue is from "First Time Staying the Night," written and performed by Hydrated Baritone.

Not beta'd, any mistakes are my own. Let me know if I've missed any contents.

Divider by @saradika-graphics.

He waits until you’re in the shower to put it on. It’s a scrap of fabric he accidentally took home from set one day. Hurriedly yanked off and shoved into the deep pockets of his robe, forgotten until you’d pulled it out later. 

It was just a kerchief, but now it’s a signal used between you two to indicate Dieter’s consent to be used in any way that comes to your delightful mind. He’s only had a handful of chances to wear it, but today is a perfect opportunity.

His dick is tingling with anticipation when you come into the bedroom, fresh from the shower. 

Dieter is even posed in the way he knows entices you the most: lounging on the bed, propped up on a body pillow with one leg crossed over the other to show off the curves of his ass and belly.

Any second now you’ll look over and see him, see what he’s wearing and pounce on him. He can’t wait… but it’s taking more than the few seconds he’d allotted for, you haven’t even glanced his way, and any patience he had is gone.

He opens his mouth to say something but shuts it just as quickly. His eyes narrow. This is a special occasion: thanks to the liminal space of time between Christmas and New Year’s your schedules have actually allowed you some time off at home. Together. For a week. A whole week. And you haven’t even noticed he’s wearing his Free Use kerchief!

He can’t even enjoy the view of you standing naked in front of the wardrobe while you decide what to wear today. The morning light is playing over your body, emphasizing the texture of your dimpled thighs and casting all that soft skin in warm tones he knows he could recreate with his paints if he got the mixture just right.

Now you’ve gone and covered up all that lovely skin he wants to feel against his own and everything is worse.

He’s pouting now, rolling out of his seductive pose to lay flat on his back and scratch at the sliver of skin exposed to the air when his shirt rides up. 

You’re making an annoyed sound, so you must be trying to put your socks on without sitting down first. You’re stubborn like that, but your balance is shit and you always end up leaning against something while trying to put on socks with one hand or hopping around to not fall. 

Hopping it is today, he thinks as you land face-first into the bedding next to him. You climb onto the bed and stick your leg up in the air to finish the sock job. One is half way on your foot and the other is caught on your toes. Once they’re on you wiggle your feet and finally- FINALLY turn to look at him. 

“You’re being too quiet over here, Dieter. What’s-”

His eyes snap to your face when your sentence trails off. Your mouth is parted and he can see the pink of your tongue peaking out. The urge to shove his own tongue down your throat is strong, but the fabric pressing against his Adam’s apple when he swallows is a reminder that this is free use for you, not him. He still wets his lips in an attempt to put the idea in your mind subliminally. He’s read about that. You do look up at his lips and lick your own in response, but just as quickly your eyes are back on the cloth around his neck.

“Oh, Dieter. Just waiting for me, huh?” You reach out and rub the tail of the fabric between two fingers. 

“Ye-hnngh,” His answer is gargled when you tug on the fabric, moving your fingers up under the knot, and leading him to close the distance between you. You tug him along, moving him right where you want him: draped over you. You don’t tell him to, but he takes the initiative to rearrange his limbs, spreading his legs wide so he can straddle you more comfortably and resting his forearms by your head. 

“Mm-mm,” You tsk at him and give him a disapproving look. You were being nice before, but now you yank on the kerchief and bring his full weight down on you, making you both grunt. He’s amazed by it every time, how perfectly the two of you fit like this: hips slotted together, chests pressed flat with no room between your bodies. Just how you both like it. “Better.”

Your eyes are blown wide and he can feel your quickened breathing matching his own as you trace his lips with a fingertip. A nail presses into the line in his bottom lip and his tongue darts out to touch it. You catch it just as quickly, pinching just a little. He winces. 

“Sowwy.” He mumbles and a bead of spit rolls down your fingers. 

“Kiss.” You order and let go. He nods and completes the circuit of lips, sending electric sparks through his body. 

He hasn’t made out so much since he was a kid and discovered what he could do with his dick and how good it felt to do it. Just like in other areas in his life, Dieter went full speed ahead into vice and hardly looked back. But since getting into a relationship with you, he’s slowed down and revisited those softer activities.

You’d told him once, looking at his earring instead of his eyes, when he’d asked you in a frustrated huff why you were so interested on the teenage crap when he was trying to get his dick wet, and you’d replied that you were making up for lost time. You were a late bloomer, making him think of some kind of exotic flower that takes time and dedication to show it’s unfurled glory, and by the time you were active all your partners were interested in were orgasms and not much else. The guilt had been intense, he was surprised his face didn’t melt off with how hot it’d gotten. Dieter had made a promise to himself to slow down and be the partner you deserved to experience whatever caught your interest on the sexual spectrum with. Sometimes he even keeps that promise and you are good enough(too good for him) to forgive him when he doesn’t. 

He finds he likes a nice make out session. It quiets his mind and puts him in an almost zen like state where all he has to think about is how to keep breathing and kissing you at the same time.

It’s starting now: that squishy feeling that starts in his chest and spreads and spreads and spreads until it changes everything and his body isn’t made of bones and muscles and connective tissue, but wet clay you mold into something new, something put together with care and affection out of the dripping mess of a person he is.

He gives you small sucking pecks that pulls at your lips and makes room for him to slide his between them. He doesn’t know who starts it, but a hum of pleasure is passing between you, exchanging on wet tongues and hot breaths. 

Hips start rocking together and your hands are stroking up and down his back, kneading the muscles of his shoulders when they reach them. You pull away and don’t allow his mouth to chase yours in an effort to recapture them.

“How long do you want this?” You adjust his kerchief to indicate your meaning.

“All day. We don’t have other plans.” He offers and shudders when you bury your nose in his neck, nuzzling at the skin at the edge of the fabric. 

“Good. All you have to do is take it off.” You remind him, as you always do. He nods and you reward him with a bruising suck right over his carotid artery that makes him whimper.

It turns into a whole body effort from you: your legs and arms holding him in a tight squeeze as you inhale deeply. You hold him tight for a handful of heartbeats and then you wiggle to the side, shoving him a little in your effort to get out from under him as you roll off the bed and onto your feet.

You straighten your clothes and pluck up your phone from the nightstand before leaving the room without another touch, glance, or word to him. 

Dieter gapes at you, his kiss-swollen mouth forming a truly impressive pout as he watches your swaying hips disappear. 

Nothing he tries to entice you into taking advantage of him works. 

He washes and dries all the dishes, making sure to put on a show of stretching to show off his body when he puts them away. He knows these pants makes his ass look great, and sure enough, he can feels your eyes on him, but when he looks up you’re still on the couch.

He exercises in the living room until he’s covered in sweat. The music the instructor picked for this segments would be good to fuck to, but you don’t push him down to the floor or even cop a feel when you walk past him to get a drink as he’s folding himself up into one of the more suggestive yoga poses.

When Dieter goes to clean up in the shower he leaves the door open but you don’t take the invitation. All that comes through the door is cold air and he shuts the water off after a quick scrub. The only things going down the drain are water and soap suds. 

With a heavy sigh he flops down onto the couch and grabs the script for the next project he’d signed up for in the new year. Cheaters are fished out of a decorative bowl and slipped onto his nose. He swears the font size kept getting smaller, but you’d only smiled and suggested an eye exam. These are the compromise and it only bruises his ego a little bit that they actually make learning his lines easier. Maybe the few gray hairs he’s noticed coming in would turn into the fashionable look and he could get some silver fox roles. It’d be worth it to ask his agent’s opinion. 

The plot isn’t bad. His character’s storyline and arc are solid with only a few holes that he’s sure can be fixed with editing. He blindly gropes for one of the pens he also keeps in the bowl to write down a few notes when the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

He’s being watched.

That’s all the warning he has before the script is tossed away and instead of paper, he has handfuls of you.

Naked you.

God, you’re hot. In looks and temperature. You’re burning and all it takes is a second for him to catch a spark and burn too.

There’s beads of sweat at your hairline and your face is shining with exertion. Your lips are plump and goosebumps are raising all over the skin he can see and feel. There’s a look in your eye that bodes well for his dick.

When you take the cheaters from him too and reach back and drop them back in the bowl the arch of your body pushes your big stomach out even farther. You make such beautiful angles that he just wants to put his mouth, his hands, his dick, his anything on if you'll let him. He wants to be good for you so instead he clamps his hands on your thighs to make sure you don't fall when you straighten up.

“The battery died in my vibrator. So I got another one. That one died, and so did the three other toys I tried. Did you purposefully forget to charge the toys, Dieter?”

“I mean, not on purpose.”

“Did you do it so I would use you as my toy instead?” You grab his cheeks in a firm one-handed grip. “Because you know what kind of plans I had today?”

Did he plan this on the day new audios released from your favorite erotic audio app? Yes, that definitely went into his decision making today. So did your throw away comment about breaking your personal orgasm record.

“I did actually forget to charge the–” His response is cut off by a hard squeeze of your fingers.

“Toys don’t talk,” You say, shoving his headphones into his chest. They’re already plugged into your phone and before you put the earbuds back in your ears you give him a warning. “Make sure you keep up.”

That’s enough for him to release his hold on your hips to put his headphones on. He’s been half hard since you left him dazed on the bed this morning and now he’s fully erect at the sharp press of your nails in his skin. He misses your heat and weight immediately and groans when you slide off him, dragging your thighs over his cock in the process. Pillows are packed between your back and the stylish but unfunctional arms and in order for you to get comfortable. 

Your legs open and he chokes on all the saliva that suddenly floods his mouth. Your pussy is soaked. Glistening with slick that pools at your entrance and around your clit. He knows you moved it up there yourself, teasing the head of a toy at your opening and bringing slick up to lubricate the area around your clit. It’s all kept in place by the swollen lips he wants to suck on. You must’ve been close with the toys, and he knows from experience how frustrating dying batteries can be. For a second he’s almost sorry he ruined your fun, but then you press play on the app and a man’s deep voice takes over. 

“How about I go down on ya? Yea, come on, please? I’d love to taste you. As a matter of fact, I insist. God yes, ok, let me just reposition here. Mm. Spread your legs a little wider for me? There we go. God, your pussy look incredible. Let me kiss my way up to your thigh like this. I can’t get enough of you. Your beauty, your scent, and now… your taste.” 

Ah, this is one of your favorite creators, the one who knows how effective a softly spoken fuck is and who does great Foley work. His kisses and little hums are hypnotic and Dieter has to shake himself when you raise an eyebrow at his lack of movement.

He wants to bury himself in your pussy. It all goes to his head like the highest quality drug. The texture of your slick as he holds your labia open. The scent of you that wafts up and clings to every olfactory receptor that hasn’t been burnt out of his nose. The taste as he collects everything he can see on his tongue to swallow down like a parched man at an oasis. He agrees with the creator: he’ll never get enough of you.

Dieter is a good actor, he’s got the Oscar to prove it, and that means he follows direction well. He’s a second behind the creator’s moves, dipping his tongue into your entrance and humming with his mouth pressed against the hot flesh there, making sure his nose brushes your clit in the process. 

With the headphones in he can’t hear any verbal cues, so he watches you as well as he can from between your legs. The way your hips undulate under his touch, it makes your belly shake and your breasts move up and down with heavy breathing. Your mouth opens on a moan and your eyes slip closed as your head tilts back in pleasure. 

The scene is moving away from the oral he could’ve spent another half hour on, easy. When penetration is mentioned Dieter’s eyes fly to yours to see if you also want that progression, or to stay with his mouth on your clit to make you cum. 

The audio creator is moaning in your ears now, low and unsteady, and it makes you grab your own tit, massaging your hard nipple in the palm of your hand. Making eye contact with him, you nod, and that’s all the permission he needs. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel like heaven. Look into my eyes, baby. I’ve got you. I love you. Oohhhh fuck. Oh my god.”

The sincerity in the voice they’re both listening to is everything he wishes he had the courage to tell you outright and he can’t look away from you in any kind of casual denial. But the thing is, you’re looking at him too. Your hand is in his hair, guiding him up to your mouth to kiss him in the sweetest of ways. Like his tongue hadn’t just been doing circles around your aching clit like it was the F1 Grand Prix and his lead foot is gunning for first place. 

His dick is nudging at your pussy as you kiss and a tweak to his earlobe reminds him of the directions still coming into his ears, so he takes it in hands and finally, after waiting all day, feeds his cock into your hungry pussy.

Again you tilt your head back, but this time he can follow it and see every micro expression that crosses your face as he steadily pushes in deeper and deeper until your bellies are flush against each other. 

The shlock shlock shlock sound signals the creator’s use of a toy with so much lube that the movement of his dick through it is clearly audible in the recording. He’s sure his own dick is making similar noises with how wet you are. Back and forth he starts thrusting in and out of you. It won’t take long for either of you now.

“Yea, yea, fuck yes. Fuck, oh, yes, yea. Mmm. Fuck, I’m close, I’m close. I’m going to cum inside you, yea, yea, yea. Is that what you want? You want me to come so fucking deep in you? God yes, I need to breed you. Give you. every. last. drop. of my cum.”

Dieter almost yelps with how hard you clamp down on his cock at the filthy stream of consciousness coming through the headphones. The way your jaw is loose and your expression a little dazed tells him the breeding kink must not’ve been tagged. He loves surprises. He takes advantage of the few seconds of “fucks” and panting to add his own dirty talk.

“That what you want, baby? For me to fill you up? Give this greedy pussy everything I have?” He says as he mouths at your double chin and sweaty neck. 

“He doesn’t need a script doctor, Dieter.” You chide him and direct his mouth to yours for more kisses. It’s always more kisses with you and he loves it. He picks up the pace with his hips until he’s pounding into you. The sounds of the toy and rustling of sheets in the audio is making his brain tingle and he’s going to cum soon. So he dips his fingers into the friction hot mess between your bodies and slots the ‘v’ of his pointer and middle fingers around your throbbing clit, making sure it gets attention with every jarring contact of his hips. The wire of his headphones is getting stuck to his skin and are just on the verge of popping out of his ears, but he’s not going to stop and readjust them now. 

“Fuck fuck yea, oh that’s it.” The creator is drowned out by your own sweet moans now. You’ve given up your control and just cling to him as pleasure rolls through your body after the initial crash of your orgasm. The clamping of your walls on him and the sharp pinpricks of your nails in his back and bicep release the pressure that’s been building in his pelvis and he comes; emptying himself into your waiting pussy.

His lungs burn as he collapses on top of you, not bothering to hold any of his weight back this time. The soothing voice of the creator praising the listener for how well they did falls away as the headphones finally give up and fall to the couch cushions. This is how he’d thought this morning would end, but he has to admit to himself, as he toes the line of overstimulation with shallow thrusts just to hear the combined load of your cum squelch and suck him back into you, that the anticipation was worth it. Maybe he should work on his patience and give you a similar experience.

“That’s the first audio. We’ve got at least seven more.” You tell him.

He rests his head on your chest and lets you slip the headphones back in his ears while he catches his breath.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yves seeing Yan Bro like a son and friend, how wholesome, on its own twisted way, the only 'child' he would not only stand but even enjoy the company and Bro being understood, I'm leaving for it

Best friend I feel will also be a 'good' relationship too

(granted I imagine Yves would prefer Bro because he CAN be in a relationship with his darling)

Tw: AFAB reader/ fem reader, violence

Original part

It's a slow day at the milk tea shop. You're grateful for that because you're working alone, you wouldn't want to get caught in a rush hour.

"My baby!" Your ears perked up at the sound of your older brother squealing. You tensed up and went to guard the staff door, he has a habit of entering places where he should not.

Your older brother excitedly waved at you through the kiosk window. You shook your head and told him to stay there, do not enter through the back door.

It either seems like he's deaf or ignoring. But regardless, before he could move an inch further, a manicured hand shot out to grab your brother by the forearm. He winced at how tight the grip was and from the pain of those almond-shaped nails digging into his flesh.

You heard those familiar heels clack against the ground. Soon, your boyfriend emerged into view with a nasty glare directed towards your brother.

"You shouldn't enter places that aren't meant for you." Scolded Yves.

Your brother muttered an apology and hung his head low. The long-haired male sternly stared at him for a few seconds before letting him go. You wonder how strong his hold on your brother was because he was hissing in pain as he cradled the site of injury.

He turned to you and smiled. "Hello, my dear. I hope you had a wonderful day so far." Yves adjusted the handles of his handbag on his shoulder.

You beamed and greeted them back. You asked them what brings them here.

"I just- we just wanted to visit our most favorite girl in the world!" Your brother tried hopping over the counter to give you a kiss- you instinctively brought your hands up to shield yourself and took a few steps back, but Yves grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him away.

"Manners." Spat your boyfriend. Your brother sighed and composed himself. "Do not embarrass us."

Your brother cowered and whimpered like a kicked puppy, apologizing to his idol and to his beloved little sister.

Yves frowned. "You will have to forgive him, (name). He has been extremely agitated since this morning."

Yves turned to face you with a sympathetic look. "He misses you. And so do I."

You told them you could go on break right now since there aren't any other customers. This earned an excited shrill from your animated brother, it caused a few heads to turn. Yves shot him a dour lour in response.

You took your apron off and hung it on a hook, you then left through the side exit, taking a deep breath and fully expecting to be glomped by your gyrating brother.

"Oh, my darling, come here!" You saw him making a mad dash towards you. You closed your eyes and braced yourself. Except the impact never came, you did hear him choke, though.

You opened your eyes to see that Yves was covering his face out of shame as he restrained your brother by the collar. Your brother whined and complained, trying to pry Yves off him so he could love on you.

"Control yourself. Do not overwhelm her." Reprimanded Yves. Silence draped over the three of you like a blanket as he slowly lets go of the fabric, leaving wrinkles in your brother's once-ironed shirt.

Your brother looked at you and then at Yves. To which, your boyfriend gave him an expectant tilt of the head while narrowing his eyes.

"R-right." Your brother coughed into his hand. He then opened his arms wide and gave you the most inviting smile.

You saw this as an invitation to hug, so you went forward and snuggled right into his chest. He lets out a gleeful laugh as he rocks you side to side, ruffling your hair and showering you with multiple kisses on your head.

You wonder if Yves trained him to do that, this is what Yves would normally do, allowing you to choose if you want to be in the hug or not.

You thought that it was enough for him, so you tried pushing your brother away to greet Yves similarly. But your brother held on tightly, making you uncomfortable.

"Ahem."

You and your brother turned heads to Yves. He's crossing his arms while shooting the other man a disapproving look. He received the message and let you go.

You immediately went to give your boyfriend an embrace. He is too tall to be standing straight, so he had to crouch down to your level. His hold is not suffocatingly unbearable nor is it too loose. It was just right.

He held you by the chin and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips. You smiled and returned it while Yves stroked your hair with his slender fingers.

Yves lets you go at an appropriate time, it was perfect because it didn't leave you yearning nor did it leave you relieved.

But what you didn't see, was Yves telling your brother with his eyes to "Pay attention."

They lead you to the seats in front of the shop. Yves sat next to your brother while you sat directly opposite to both of them.

"How are you, dear?" Yves asked calmly.

You were about to speak but were interrupted by your brother.

"Is there anyone bothering you? Do you want more customers? Are you bored? I could call my coworkers over to buy a couple of drinks. Are you hungry? Yves and I got you something to eat, we got you--"

"How are you, (name)?" Yves cuts in, side-eyeing your brother. He gets the message and shuts up.

You told them that you're fine. Your brother opened his mouth to say something but suddenly jolted before sealing his lips again. If you were to look under the table, Yves is driving his sharp stiletto heel into his leather shoe. The two men know that it's probably bruising your older brother's foot.

The quietness prompted you to say something more, detailing what went on. From your annoyance regarding the opening sign not being aligned, to meeting a customer with a very interesting sense of fashion. This astonished your brother. You never willingly revealed that much information about your day to him.

Yves donned a soft smile as he listened on, nodding at appropriate times, occasionally glancing at your brother from the corner of his eyes.

Your brother is staring a bit too much without blinking at you. He isn't visibly confirming that he is mentally present in this conversation. If this goes on, you would inevitably be spooked. Yves had to rectify it.

What a coincidence, a customer came by and waited at the counter. You told the two men you will be right back.

Once you're out of earshot, Yves continued glowering at your brother.

Your brother was upset that your time with them was cut short by this pesky stranger, but upon further inspection, this is one of Yves's hired help. As the customer crossed her fingers behind her back, a sign that Yves told him to look out for earlier.

He whipped his head to your boyfriend, if he had to do something like this to take your attention away elsewhere, that means your brother did something wrong. He sighed, he's going to get lectured again.

Yves pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. It's like all his instructions went in one ear and out of the other.

"I know, I know. I just... love her so much. It's really hard for me not to just..." Your brother mumbled incoherently.

Yves stood up and sat in front of him, so that he could examine his body language better.

There really aren't any words that Yves could say to make a meaningful change in your brother. All he could do is lead by example.

"Stand up." Commanded Yves. Your boyfriend did the same and queued behind the customer. Hie emerald eyes were constantly trained on your face and skin.

"(Name) is mildly dehydrated. How would you approach this?" He asked, your brother knew Yves isn't looking for a verbal answer. But he wants to see what he would do.

You gave her the drink, she thanked you and left.

Yves gestured to your brother to take her place, to order a drink for himself.

"What was your favourite again, baby? Was it..." He listed all the beverages that you drank more than once.

You told your brother he should get what he likes. Which made him pout.

"Aww. I like whatever you like. Plus, you're dehydrated and I'm getting this for you too. You haven't been drinking enough water, have you? I told you that you should set an hourly reminder on your phone!"

You rolled your eyes at his incessant nagging. Yet, he kept going.

Yves watched with a blank face, but deep down, he is horrified at your brother's lack of tact. He has seen it before through cameras, but never in person. It's so much worse witnessing it in real life.

If he doesn't step in soon, you would snap at your brother and put a huge damper on his mood.

"-and dad never took good care of you--"

"Are you finished?" Yves asked when your brother is obviously in the middle of ranting. His face went pale, realizing that he derailed from his original goal.

He shrunk away and let Yves take the spotlight.

You sighed in relief when a much calmer presence replaced your brother's.

Yves skimmed through the menu.

"You must have had to memorize how to prepare all of these." Yves appeared impressed as he scanned through all forty different drinks.

You chuckled and scratched the back of your head, you told him that you do have to refer to the recipe book from time to time. Yves still praised you for working hard.

"What would you recommend, dear?" He brought his head back up and looked you in the eyes.

You thought about what Yves likes. Definitely nothing too artificial or sweet, something healthy and refreshing you think he would appreciate.

So you pointed at a fruit smoothie. It has almost all the fruits blended in it, you promoted it by telling him that it is full of essential vitamins and electrolytes.

"That sounds lovely. I would like to try it, please." You nodded, Yves paid for it. He said he would pay for your brother's order as well, whatever that may be.

Once the receipt is printed out, you go straight to work.

He turned around to see your brother watching you like a hawk. Yves shook his head disappointingly, he then walked to him and grabbed your brother by the forearm. Leading him away from your sight.

"Why did you do that?" Asked your brother with a tone that suggested he wasn't at all happy.

"Would you appreciate it if I watched your every move?" Replied Yves.

"No, but..." he struggled to find the right words. "You do! You're watching me and (name)." Your brother countered.

"Have I ever revealed myself doing so?" He snipped back.

No. Not openly. Yves would only give him painfully clear insinuations that he is stalking you and him, but it's just speculation and it's never proven. In your eyes, Yves is a normal person who is just more attentive than the average man. You suspected nothing from Yves.

Yves pointed in a direction. Your brother turned his head and caught a glimpse of you working hard.

"She can't see you from this angle. Stay here until (name) calls you."

The two men watched you blend their drinks in secret.

Finally, you poured them into their respective cups and called out for your brother and Yves.

They emerged from their hiding spot and collected their drinks. You took off your apron to join them at the tables.

As expected, your brother tried to make you drink his beverage. You refused, most likely due to his pushiness that puts you off. No matter how hard he tries to bring the straw to your lips, you would move away and push the cup back to your brother.

Yves was in agony over how bad your brother is at his job.

"(name)." Yves once again stole the limelight. He unwrapped the straw and poked into the drink. He then sipped on it.

"This is delicious. Thank you for making this." You smiled at the compliment.

"As you were saying about the fascinating demeanor of someone you served earlier today?" He propped his head up by an elbow.

You went back to becoming a chatterbox as your two favourite men listened on. Finally, your brother learned to mirror his senior's movement to create a more natural environment for you.

You talk, on and on and on. Each time when your brother tried to say something, he dug his heels deeper into his shoe to shut him up.

"I see, that's quite the personality." Yves commented. Which prompted you to tell him about another customer you found eccentric.

While you're occupied with yapping, Yves gently pushes his fruit smoothie towards you. And to your brother's bafflement, you subconsciously picked it up and began drinking it as you speak.

It made sense. You would get parched after rambling for so long, you wouldn't realize what you're putting in your mouth. It's as if your body is acting without the influence of your brain.

You went on and on, not paying attention to how empty the cup is becoming. Your brother gawked at how Yves managed to hydrate you without a hitch, without even explicitly telling you to drink.

There was a subtle cocky smirk on his face that can only be identified by your brother's keen eye.

Yves used his eyes to gesture to your brother to give his method a try.

And so, he did. He didn't say a word as he passed his untouched drink to you.

You absentmindedly took it and began drinking from it too, leaving Yves's empty cup alone. Your boyfriend retrieved the plastic and pretended to drink from it. His two large hands conceal the fact you finished everything, because you might snap out of this trance once you realize what you had done.

You would have felt guilty and stopped talking, he wouldn't want that.

Your brother may be lovesick, but not stupid. He quickly caught onto Yves's logic.

But sometimes, his mouth works faster than his brain. While you're in mid-sentence, he blurted out:

"Have you gone to the toilet today? You know it's not good to hold your pee in, you could get kidney stones!"

Yves froze and so did you. The spell has been broken and you were brought back to earth. You felt your cheeks heat up at your brother's embarrassing comment and the fact that you drank out of both cups.

You mumbled your apologies for finishing Yves's drink, excusing yourself to make a new one for him. Your brother tried to stop you while Yves sat still, it would have only made you feel worse if they were to restrain you.

You disappeared into the kiosk again.

Your brother let his shoulder sag. But he made a wrong move by turning to the side to face Yves.

As he struck the back of his hand across your brother's face, the sharp slap was muffled by the sounds of the blender.

Your brother rubbed the sore spot on his cheek and looked downwards.

"What is wrong with you? She's not a child anymore, did you know how humiliating that was to her?" Snapped Yves. He was angry, he was fuming that your idiotic sibling had to ruin a good thing today.

"I'm sorry, I- it's a habit of mine." He mumbled.

"Well, you better break it." Yves snarled. "You keep sabotaging yourself. If you can't get something as simple as... all this, straightened out, then, my teachings will be futile. You will not retain anything I demonstrated." He berated your brother.

He muttered an apology again, avoiding Yves's harsh gaze.

Your boyfriend lets out a breath of annoyance, he pulled out a hair brush and fixed his silky, dark hair.

The two of them sat in silence until you came out with two new cups. Yves and your brother were all smiles and affection towards you as usual, pretending that your boyfriend didn't backhand your brother a few minutes earlier.

Yves gladly accepted the new drink, but he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"(name), I enjoyed our little chat today. But your brother and I have somewhere to be. You didn't have to go through the trouble of making new ones for us. But I appreciate the consideration, my love." Yves brushed stray strands of your hair away from your face.

Your brother looked at him puzzled. Why is he cutting the meeting short? He didn't want to leave you alone! He didn't dare to say anything though, as Yves's sharp stiletto heel is still threatening to pierce his shoe.

You smiled and bid them goodbye. Yves kissed you on the forehead and gestured for your brother to kiss you farewell too.

Yves jabbed his ribs when he saw your brother hogging you too much, by being too touchy and kissing you too much.

Your boyfriend led your brother away by the forearm. He waved as they walked past your workplace.

Once out of sight, Yves dropped his smile and scowled at your brother. "You missed it."

"Missed what?" Your brother eyed the hand that is chaining him to Yves, looks like your boyfriend knows your brother too much. If he were to let go within a certain radius, he would inevitably run back to you.

"We overstayed our welcome." Yves sighed, handing his drink to the younger man to hold. Now your brother is in charge of two tasty beverages, it's, unfortunately, freezing his fingers.

"How can you tell?" This question earned a look of disbelief, followed by a look of irritation from Yves.

"Were you not paying attention to what I taught you over the year? Is that thing up here," Yves poked his head. "...merely for decor?"

"Instead of calling me stupid, why don't you tell me what I fucking missed?" Your brother felt his blood boil, sometimes Yves can be an impossible teacher and he didn't like being belittled like this.

"Everything! You are unbelievable!" Yves finally lets go of him. He let out a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. As much as Yves wants to get rid of your brother at this very moment for being so stupid and blind, he couldn't. You love him and Yves worked so hard to build a rapport with him. But it's so hard not to just throw it all away.

He has to remind himself that he was young and inexperienced before, it's only fair for Yves to be patient and kind since that is the most effective way to teach someone. But it is hard because it relates to you. He couldn't easily accept mistakes or errors when it comes to caring for the love of his life.

The two men walked in tense silence. Your brother looked elsewhere to distract himself from the injustice of it all while Yves buried his head in his hand, trying to quell the throbbing headache the moron next to him caused.

"Please... be more mindful next time." Yves broke the quietness.

Your brother only grunted in response.

Despite it all, neither man would give up on the other. They would still work together to give you the happiest life possible.

[railingsofsorrow]

Dreams

[peter parker x reader]

summary: who would've thought meeting your friends would give you one answer and a thousand more questions.

— reader's perspective of the 1st chapter

pairing: h.osborn x fem!reader; p.parker x fem!reader.

w.c: 1.6K

warnings/content: memory loss; lucid dreams; harry osborn being the loml <3; ned & mj being the pair that knows it all; descriptions of missing someone.

A/N: the reader's perspective from broken promises 1st chapter that nobody asked for. I felt like building a four chapter fic around this one-shot so this is what I'm going to do. masterlist is in the oven!

[blast this on while reading, trust me.]

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❝ […]'Cause there we are

again when I loved you so.

Back before you lost

the one real thing you've

ever known.[…] ❞

The dreams were starting to become more realistic.

You'd wake up in a cold sweat with heavy-breathing and tear-stained cheeks. A not tied itself around your throat every time you recalled what happened. There was always someone that you were trying to hold on to; whom you begged to not leave, to not go.

“... I don't want you to go,”

“I'm not going anywhere,”

It scared you how you couldn't hear the voice but it felt so... so familiar. The touch in your cheek, the promise in the tone.

“I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They repeated it twice, and you felt extremely bothered by it. So much so that you couldn't stay on bed, you couldn't fall asleep every time you had that dream. But, this is what it was: a dream.

Yet.

Yet, there was no bigger feeling of betrayal swerving in your chest. Because whoever it was and for whatever reason that had occurred, they had broken the promise. A very important one at that. “I'm not going anywhere,” Well, you clearly did. You'd argue by yourself, out of spite.

It's just a dream, your head tried to reason.

But they left, your heart retorted back.

After the terrible night sleep you settled for catching up on a few assignments until your alarm rang. Once it did, you quickly silenced it. It was Saturday, your roommate didn't deserve to be woken up by the blaring sound. You glanced at her sleeping open-mouthed frame before moving into the bathroom to take a shower.

You and your friends were supposed to meet in half an hour still, so you took your time getting ready, making sure to apply extra concealer below your eyes. The bags were critical.

Fucking weird dreams.

You looked down at your phone as you were fixing the scarf around your neck when the notification popped in.

FROM HARRY: where are u?

Harry, who had became someone incredibly important in your life without warning. He integrated your small group of friends out of your vehemence — his saying. A few months ago you figure it out he also lived in New York, so it happened that both of you had a lot in common.

You held the phone with one hand as you shut the door slowly with the other. Typing away “coming. are all of you there yet?” you pressed send and descended the stairs in fast steps.

Your phone vibrated again.

FROM HARRY: came to pick you up.

A smirk reached your lips at the next message.

FROM HARRY: if you take longer the ride will not wait.

Moody bastard.

You buried your phone in your pocket as you saw the flashy black car of your friend at the parking lot. His sunglasses dangling from his nose as he typed something on his phone. Your phone vibrated.

FROM HARRY: bye.

“I'm here!” You laughed, jogging towards the car. When you reached the window, you stealthily pulled his sunglasses away to put it on your face. Harry scowled but you could see the hit of a smile on his lips, a rare sight in the mornings. “Good morning, moody bear.”

“Just morning. Hop in,” he unlocked the vehicle and you obeyed, entering the passenger side. You didn't take off the sunglasses and he didn't complained as you rode to the old Queen's donut shop.

It was MJ's last day at work because she was finally moving in to the dorms at MIT. You could even say she was a little more smiley that Saturday morning as you and Harry passed through the glass doors. All of you were to hang out for drinks later to celebrate.

“Hey, beautiful. Come here often?” You leaned on the balcony MJ was cleaning, wriggling your eyebrows suggestively. She gave you a roll of eyes, throwing at you the dirty fabric she had been using. You grabbed it before it could hit your face. “God, that was a brutal rejection.”

“You know she already got someone in line,” Ned chimed behind you, greeting Harry with handshake. “Looking good. Great style,” he teased knowing the accessory wasn't yours. You embraced the boy with a smile.

“Thanks, I try.”

“You mean you steal,” Harry says and nudges your hip for a table in the corner by the window. You nod and asks Ned to warn MJ, who had moved aside to greet a costumer, where you would be sitting.

“I didn't steal if it looks better on me,” you shrugged and sat down with your back to the entrance. Harry sat in front of you.

“Sure,” Harry pretended to search through the menu when in reality he was trying to not smile. It was so hard to not to when you were in the room. “Keep it then,” he blurted out.

Your hands froze on your way to put the sunglasses down on the table, “What?”

“You can keep them,” Harry moved the menu towards you and let his mouth spread in a teasing grin, “It does look better on you anyway.”

A scoff left your lips, “Don't flirt with me, Osborn.”

He raised his eyebrows in mocked surprise, “Flirt? Who is flirting here? I'm just saying the truth.”

“Oh, you're flirting alright,” MJ's deadpan interrupted your conversation as she positioned a extremely sweetened coffee in front of Harry and two chocolate sprinkled donuts in the middle, for both of you. Harry grinned up at her as if she had ended global warming, completely ignoring her jab.

“You are a god-given solace, Jones,”

She flicked his forehead but smiled, “Yeah, I'm aware, Osborn. I'm off at five today, you're gonna wait?” she questioned, stepping backwards to the balcony when the bell of the shop rang announcing a new costumer.

You nod, biting into your sugar pleasure, “Mhm.”

“Why did you think we came all this way for,” Ned rolls his eyes having overheard the question as he typed away something in his phone and sat down at their table.

“All this way— You live around the block, shut up,” MJ scoffs at him and turns towards the boy that had just arrived. Ned chuckled.

Your forehead creases as you study the newcomer at the shop, you were about to turn around to sit more comfortably when he arrived. He wore a plaid jacket over his shoulder and dirty white converses, you could make out some doodling on the sides of them but you weren't close enough to see it fully. It wasn't the shoes that grabbed your attention, though. It was his face. For some reason, it looked quite familiar. The pinched nose, warm brown hair and you couldn't see his eyes but you figure they might be a shade of brown, too. The piece of paper in his shaky hands ripped at the same time Ned snapped his fingers in front of you.

“Earth to you,” Ned sings, “Where did you go?”

Harry stared at you inquisitively, then his gaze flickered to the new person.

“Nowhere,” you said, brushing a strand behind your ear. “Were you saying something?”

“Yes, but you were too busy drooling over that kid,” Harry retorted, sipping his coffee.

Your cheeks flushed, “I was not—”

“You were so drooling over him,” Ned teased, gazing sideways at Harry, who was eyeing the newcomer with a curious expression.

“Yeah, okay—stop,” you said huffing and shifting in your chair. “I just found him familiar, that's all.”

“He does look kind of familiar, doesn't he?” Ned inspected the kid for a while and Harry pinched him to stop staring.

“It not polite to stare, Ned.”

“Was just trying to see what's familiar in him...”

Everything. Everything is familiar on the young man but you couldn't place the why. You have never seen him before in your life.

Why did your heart tell you otherwise?

You played with your scarf absentmindedly, the urge to get up and go talk to him blaring in your chest.

Just say something. Anything.

I don't know him!

Your eyes met honey brown ones and your whole world stopped.

Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.

Peter.

Who on Earth is Peter?

“Guys, that was my last costumer. I'm gonna get ready so we can leave, yeah?” MJ's voice brought you back to reality and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He was gone. The plaid jacket boy. Suddenly he was sitting there in a table by the window staring back at you, and then, he vanished.

I don't want to forget you.

You've heard that before. The weirdest part was that it was your own voice. But how could you forget something like that? And how could you dream so realistically if it weren't real?

“You want me to ask MJ to place it to go?” Harry touched your shoulder, his hand cold against your skin. He noticed you clutching the red scarf around your neck and frowned in concern. “Hey, you okay?”

You didn't realize what you were doing until you followed his gaze and let go of the fabric slowly, confused as ever. Mumbling a meek yes in response to Harry, you stood up and followed them out of the donut shop. MJ and Ned discussing about a topic you couldn't hear, Harry entered the conversation after making sure you were actually okay and not lying.

“Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.”

“You won't,” his touch was warm. Inviting. Safe. How did you know that? How did you feel it? “I'll make you remember me, I promise.”

“You promise?” There was fear in your shaky vocal cords. You've been crying.

“I promise.” You recalled once again as you crossed the street trailing after your friends.

Who are you, Peter? And what did you do?

[observeowl]

Helping Hand N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R likes to help whenever she could and Natasha loves her for it

Your POV “Let me help you Nat!” I saw her holding a bunch of files that even goes over her head. Currently, SHIELD is under construction and lots of the documents have to be transferred out. You would think that a highly technological company such as SHIELD, would have most of their backups online but there are a number of archives to be transferred out. Furthermore, SHIELD is associated with other companies which are not that reliant on technology.

I took half what Nat’s holding so she could see where she’s heading. “How did you know I was here?”

“Only you would be working here. The rest would rather work in an office, not carrying heavy files.”

I helped Nat transfer the files out for the next hour and I could clearly tell she doesn't need help. My arms needed a break after taking a few trips and she continued without stopping. I looked at Nat as she walked past me and she shrugged her shoulders as if saying ‘I know I’m stronger.” Now, I really love her but that’s a blow. With a huff, I stood up and continued helping her.

I was waiting for Nat to come back to the compound when I saw her driving back a truck? She said she had to stay in SHIELD to settle a few more things but she didn’t say anything about driving back a truck.

“Nat! What is this?” I went down to welcome her back as she hopped out and opened the back of the truck. 

“Fury said he only has space for weapons that contain powers that need to be locked up. So I brought the rest back.” My jaw dropped seeing the amount of weapons brought back. I knew SHIELD had lots of weapons but seeing them all together was something else. The entire truck was filled to the brim. 

“It’s okay darling, I’ll bring these up and we can cuddle later.”

“No! God knows how long you’ll take. Besides, two pairs of hands is faster than one.” I gave her a kiss on the cheeks before taking one of the crates myself.

“These are heavier than the files you know?” 

“I know. You’re stronger than me anyway.” I winked before bringing them to the storage area.  

Sure enough, I was again tired before Natasha was. I ended up stationed at the truck, moving the crates from the back to the front so that Nat could take them more easily. I gave Nat the last crate before sitting down at the edge of the truck. My arms were dead tired by the end of it, they were shaking even though I tried to control them.

“Nat… I’m not going to train tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to lift my arms.” Nat chuckled before closing the truck and carrying me over her shoulders.“How do you still have energy?”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m carrying you over my shoulder.”

“Okayyy, just don’t drop me.” I let her do that since I had no energy to argue. 

"I wouldn’t allow myself to do that.”

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Natasha POV Y/N is the best girlfriend anyone can have and I’m glad she’s mine. She always tries to help in ways she possibly can and knows what’s her limit. I just finished up my training and I was curious as to where she was since she didn’t come and disturbed me. I quickly finished up my shower and asked the team where she was considering I haven’t seen her since this morning.

“Y/N went to get groceries, she should be coming back anytime soon now.” As if on cue, the door swung open and she came back with bags and bags of goods. I ran towards her and stretched out my hands.

Y/N looked at me and said. “Yeah? What do you need?” 

“The bags. I’ll help you carry them.”

“Oh!” She passed me the bags that filled her one hand. I took that and the other hand’s worth. “Thanks Nat.”

“No problem.” 

She looked at me as I still had my hands out. “But you took all of them already.”

“You. I’m asking for your hand in marriage.”

Y/N smirked. “Well, then I am waiting for the ring.” She took my hand and kissed me on the lips. 

“Oh I am waiting for you to choose it with me. You can choose whatever you want.” I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her.

[danny-yagami]

Hello!

Okay so here's an idea that is a-bit weird, and might not make sense, but can you maybe do?

So< This would be a readerxTommy thingy.

Ok, So y'k how he talked about seeing a girl at a cafe and he practically just simped for her or whatever? Can you do that but we r the girl?Tommy works at a cafe and he was serving some drinks to some people. Then the reader comes in and he is just flabbergasted. He's doing that face were he just like: :0 And the reader orders there favorite drink and Tommy is still like :0 So when he asks for the name of the order he quickly jots it down in his head and starts working on the readers drink. After he was done he gives the reader the drink and they touch hands by accident or whatever. Then they're like OMG ur tommyinnit! And then they take a picture.Tommy later mentions it in a stream and the reader goes to the cafe next morning and you can continue from there.

Sorry its so long I just had a really cool idea and decided to give it to you to write :)

I'm so sorry that this took forever! But, thank you for the ask! Things to keep in mind is: h/l (hair length), f/d (favorite drink)

Content: Fluff, Tommy being a simp, Tommy x Female Reader, Tommy seeing you at a cafe, use of Tommy's real name, I have a horrible memory, so I can't exactly who Tommy rambled to, and I got a bit lazy to look it up, so I used Tubbo.

Tommy sighed out of boredom, he just wants to go home. He's bored and he wants to play with his friends online. As soon as he stretched his arms up, he saw you walk through the door and he felt his jaw drop.

Your h/l hair, your facial features, your smile when you walked up to him. He found everything so beautiful.

"Oh, welcome, Ma'am!" He smiled a cheerful smile. "What may I get you today?"

"Can I have f/d?" God, your voice sounded so angelic to him.

"Alright, one f/d?"

"Correct."

"Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked as he typed it in.

"Nope, that'll be all!" you grinned.

Tommy smiled and nodded. "What name should I put it under?"

"Y/n please."

"Alright! I'll call you up as soon as we get it finished!" Tommy exclaimed as he took a mental note of your name.

You nodded and walked away a bit so the next customer can order.

When Tommy finished his shift, he started walking home and grinned like an idiot. You were just like sunshine in the cafe, brighting up his day. Once he reached home, he got straight on looking at who was streaming at the time when he remembered that he doesn't have to work tomorrow, so he'll just stream tomorrow. He hopped of his computer and decided to take a shower then head to bed.

Once he got up, he got up and yawned as he grabbed some of his day clothes, slipping into them, then going into the bathroom to do what he needed to do as a regular morning routine for him. He then hurried downstairs and saw his mom putting breakfast on the table.

"Well, good morning, Thomas!" his mother smiled lovingly to her son.

"Good morning, Mom," he smiled back at his mother.

"What's the plan for today?"

Tommy shrugged as he started to eat the breakfast his mom made him. "I'm planning to stream with a few friends of mine since I'm off today."

"Can you do the dishes before hand, Sweetie?"

Tommy nodded, "Of course I can Mum."

"Thank you. I have to leave for work in 20 minutes, so please behave. I should be back before dinner tonight."

Tommy said 'okay' before he got up and took his and his mother's dirty dishes and started to clean them. It took him a tiny bit of time, but he got them done, said goodbye to his mom when she was leaving, then he went into his office and started streaming. He saw that Tubbo was on and he had asked him if he'd like to stream with him. Tubbo agreed and they started playing Minecraft with each other while chatting away.

"So, yesterday I saw this really pretty girl when I was working," Tommy smiled softly as he talked to his friend and chat.

"Really? What was she like?" Tubbo smirked.

"She was kind-"

Tubbo interrupted his friend saying, "What did she look like?"

Tommy rolled his eyes. "She had s/c skin that looked so smooth and soft, her h/l h/c hair framed her perfect face, a perfect smile, e/c eyes that looked like heaven to stare into, hell, her voice sounded so angelic. I swear she was an angel in disguise."

"Sounds like you're a simp, Tommy."

"I am not!"

Tubbo laughed, "What was her name anyways?"

"Y/n. It's a beautiful name for her."

Tubbo laughed even harder. "You really are a simp for her!"

Tommy scoffed, "So what? It's not like we'll see each other in person ever again! It's a rare chance to see a beautiful woman like her around more than once to me."

"To you."

"Shut up, Tubbo," Tommy laughed.

You watched the entire stream, you were a subscriber to Tommy. You were honestly surprised you really didn't notice him working at all. Plus, he simped for YOU? You hardly believed it. You thought he was talking about another woman, but he meant you of all people. You smiled to yourself and closed out of Twitch, thinking that you should go to that cafe everyday and maybe get his number. But, you didn't want to seem like a creep or anything, but him, someone who is famous, liked you? To you, you were nothing compared to half of the fame of the pretty girls Tommy interacted with, but to him, he felt like you were someone who is extremely important, despite not having any fame to you. He didn't care if you're famous or not, he just wanted to get to know you for you.

He found someone that was so important to him other than his friends, fans, and his own family.

For the next few days to weeks, you became a regular customer for coming in everyday. Tommy had asked you one of his shifts if he could have your number and you gladly gave it to him, chatting with each other before and after every stream of his, before and after work for the both of you, and even during the nights and mornings you guys talked nonstop.

Tommy, deciding to ask you out one afternoon after knowing you for half a year, was terrified and nervous. He really never liked anyone like how he liked you, I mean, yeah, he had crushes throughout his life, but he needs to take his chance before anyone takes it.

That day, during his break, he had sat down with you and just chatted away. A few minutes before his break ended, he felt his face heat up as he stuttered out a sentence, "Y/n, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me? Not as friends, but something closer?"

When the words registered in your head after a few moments, your face started to heat up. You gently smiled at the blonde and said, "I would love to, Tommy."

He smiled a wide smile as he mentally cheered. "I'll see you after my shift. I'll get off here in an hour if you'd like to stay until then!" he got up as you agreed and hugged you.

He felt so happy and all warm inside for the rest of the day.

Ending notes: I really enjoyed writing this even if it did seem a little lazy! Thank you Jovie for the request! I'm also grateful that you were my first actual request! I hope you enjoyed this little fluff I wrote! Please have a great rest of your day! Love you all! ❤️

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ you're distracting (part 2) klaus m x f!reader

part one: her instead of me tagged: @the-big-bad-klaus @secretdreamlandmentality @multifandom-boss-bitchmy masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ You're human, living in the world of supernatural beings wasn't a new concept to you but the idea of falling in love with one was. You had been Klaus's friend for a good bit of a year or two, in that time you had fallen in love with him. You always saw him with Cami, some even said that they were in love so, being the good friend you are you decided to keep your love for him a secret... until Cami rubbed it in your face. warnings / other notes ↪ Camille O'Connell Slander <3 ↪ when the call come to the story you are in red italics, klaus is in black italic ↪swearing and angry stuff ↪ on the phone you are red italics, other person is black italics I dug myself a grave, each word deepening his frown before I walked out. No one would escape him like I could, no one could escape him like I could, without consequence. Luckily my apartment was a place he couldn't enter without my permission, my life was based on pure luck. Pure luck that he wouldn't bite me, pure luck that he wouldn't go spastic on me. As the next day hit, the sun blaring in the face, the voices of the citizens as they greet their neighbours hello. Hopping out of my bed, pushing any loose strand of hair out of my face, I walk over to my balcony door swinging them open to reveal The Mikaelson meeting happing across the pond. Watching their lips move, words coming out. All of them standing around, Hayley giving Klaus the look of disapproval whilst Elijah stands behind her with no emotion, Rebekah and Marcel shaking their heads, Freya doing the same. Klaus, being Klaus, explaining his elaborate scheme that he would go through with despite everyone's opinions. Then Camille, walking into the room only to notice that level of knowledge in the room. Looking around she leaves, the look on Elijah's face as he watches Camille leave.

As the morning continues, I move walking over to my bathroom. The Mikaelson meeting started getting violent which was something I had seen a million times, it's not something I liked to see but it just happens. Turning the shower on, the water falling out of the shower head I step inside. Closing the glass door, the water falling onto my body, rolling off like repellent. All my thoughts were focused on two things, Camille and Klaus. Camille kissing Klaus. Camille holding Klaus. Camille comforting Klaus. All things I could do without having to date him, yet she had to date him in order for it to work. The relationship was the only reason the world liked Camille, the relationship and the fact she can serve booze. The thought of him waking up to her, seeing her face as her eyes fluttered making his heart go wild. I could do that to any man that spoke to me, yet I didn't, I only wanted him. That's it, I will see him today, like I said.

Storming out of my apartment, throwing my coat over the shirt that he had given me once to keep me safe. My phone vibrates in my pocket as I huff placing my keys in the keyhole of my door making sure it's locked. "shut up" I mumble pulling the phone out to answer it. hello? yes, y/n, it seems like you've done a number on my brother i was wondering if we were to expect you today? what? i mean yeah i was just on my way over. splendid bye bye Well that was an unexpected call, Elijah seemed concerned. What does he mean I've done a number on Klaus? Walking out to the footpath, the cars were driving past like crazy. There were a few chances to run past... if i were a vampire. Finally making it across, I see Marcel speaking to Elijah and Rebekah. They all seemed pissed off "hey originals and marcel" I wave making them all turn their heads to face me. All with angry looks on their faces, Elijah sighs "y/n, you've made it." he says sort of relieved "yeah there was traffic." I point back at the road "you need to have a word with Nik." Rebekah cuts me off "oh?" I say puzzled. "Whatever you said to him last night, he's refusing to leave this house." Marcel says as I look between the three of them "how do you know it's my fault?" I ask, I don't see how my words could affect the great Klaus Mikaelson. "He just repeats your name, Camille came towards him today-" Elijah stops to take a step closer "he didn't look at her, he just said you're name it's just odd" he continues and I nod "I suppose I need to undo what I did?" I mumble. My arms crossed they all nod eagerly "he has to go out to get a medallion soon, he can't do so if his mind is on you." Rebekah says in the kindest way she could, obviously it didn't sound like that. Stomping away "I didn't feel like talking to him today, but when three of the strongest vampires kinda say i have to" I mumble walking slowly up the steps "i suppose I have to" I huff reaching the top "where is he?" I look down to him and they all point towards their foyer. Opening the door to the foyer I see Klaus on his chair, contemplating his recent life choices, or so I like to think. I stand in front of him and every emotion on his face had disappeared, with a swift cock of the eyebrow emanating his 'power' and his confidence "save it" I mumble putting my hand up, the cockiness fading on his face. "I was coming to visit you today, maybe later you know like i said. Until Elijah calls me saying I did a number on you." I say in a sassy tone as he opens his mouth "you did not do a number on me" he says rolling his eyes. "the repetition of my name says otherwise, I didn't know what you were saying but I did see it from my balcony." hands on my hips looking at him and he looks away, his tongue rubbing along the inside of his cheek. "what?" I say as the look on his face gets cocky again "you leave me and my thoughts all night" he says "what klaus mikaelson doesn't think?" I ask him blocking the view of my apartment from his chair. "i broke it off with Camille" he says catching me off guard "and what? what's that mean?" I ask him "you, you're distracting you know." he says pointing at me and I nod rolling my eyes. I raise my shoulders, what was I suppose to do with that information? "yeah i get that a lot?" I shrug "so what?" I continue, he just ended a relationship because i was distracting? that's ridiculous. "no one has ever made me question what I've felt for someone before y/n. no one, and then you come along and then i don't know if i like you or i love you." he mumbles standing up "about last night, it was stupid and sure distracting or whatever but you didn't have to end things with Cami." I say to him. "then why did you tell me all those things love" he said getting closer to me "because i was angry, i thought you'd understand that i had to let something out." I say saving myself from the already dug grave. "yet you'd know i'd do anything for you." he says intimidating me "i mean y-no, i don't know about that." I say jumbling up my words. "you did, that's why you told me to come

back." he says placing a hand on my cheek. My face starts to flare up, his thumb gliding across my cheek. "i do love you, you know." he whispers "i didn't say anything about love, Niklaus" I say, whenever I called him Niklaus I was nervous, anxious even. I was finally the closest I have ever been to his lips, they were so close I could kiss him. That isn't me. Yet my every instinct is telling me to do it. "I can tell, your heart is beating differently than it usually does, it's faster, more bold if it makes sense." he whispers not removing his hand, my heart was going 105mph if that was even possible. "love is something that takes years" I say trying to smoothen the curve "i'm a thousand years old, y/n, i think i know when people are in love." he chuckles. "but Cami-" "Camille knew what she was getting herself into, it was all a perfectly placed plan." he smile sweetly "so the whole rubbing it in thing?" I ask him, it didn't quite make sense. I'm so sure Camille was in love with him, as he was her. "i told her to do it, I wasn't quite sure at first, of your feelings." he smiles removing his hand as I quickly grab it putting it back and he chuckles lightly. "you love me? and you planned this?" I ask him and he nods "just the way you like me, all plans, all thought." he says getting closer "all smirks and cockiness with you isn't it?" I ask "all questions with you." he responds. Screw it, I lean in kissing him. He places his other hand on my cheek, holding me safely, he kissed back immediately. The moment I had been waiting months for was finally happening. We pull apart and I look at him with wide eyes "wait" I say wide-eyed and he gives me a confused look "if we get married..." I pause pointing at him savouring the taste of him on my lips. "i'd be hope's step mother." I say excited "I thought you'd like the fact that you'd be my wife more..." he says laughing "thats fine too" I laugh.

[welkinsky]

Congrats to 100 follower ✨💖 you really deserve it. You constantly put quality content out there 🥺

As for your celebration, what about the alphabet for Kakashi? 🥰

Kakashi X Reader | A-Z Headcanon

Masterlist

A-Z Headcanon

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Once you two are done and tired, he's gonna take a moment and then turn over to you to smile and adore how flushed you look. He usually kisses your forehead and then pulls you into his chest. Once you two are all calmed down. "You want to hop in the shower baby?" Still running his one hand through your hair. If you say you want to rest a bit more, he gets up to get you water and towels, or if you say yes then expect a "Round 2?" joke on your way, which wasn't actually a joke.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs! Doesn't matter if you have thick thighs or not he likes to grab them while you're on top or you two are just chilling and he is running his hand through them and they slip certain places "by accident"

In a non-sexual way, it is your hair, for sure. He likes to bury his face in them because the scent of the fresh shampoo is relaxing to him. If you change your shampoo he'll notice it right away, expect a new bottle of the same shampoo on the shelf next to your new one the next day.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with this man is a dream! He likes to be all over you with one leg over yours and your face buried in his chest. Even if you are being the small spoon, his one leg will be over you and your head resting on one of his arm and his other arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to his chest.

Whenever you two are on a nap date, his hand is always resting on you. He becomes restless when he can't find you but calms down after finding you on the other side of the bed. Then just keeps his palm on you rather than pulling you in and waking you up.

D = Dirty Secret

This one time, you two had an idea of taking some nudes together just for fun to see whose turns out to be the better one. You both set a rule to get rid of them after the winner was announced, which never happened since you two were so turned on in the process that you two ended up doing it. You forgot it but he still has your photo with him. Shut up, it helps him on long missions.

E = Experience 

He was not a virgin, but he wasn't much experienced either. If you want to know more about this scenario find it here.

In starting he kept things vanilla, he didn't want to freak you out. But you wanted more but that was the case with you too so this one time you stole his Itcha Itcha to read what type of stuff he was into. AND YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. You had to read it as fast as you can because he'd notice that it was missing.

And when you suggested something, it was a shock to him because he knows exactly how to do it but to ACTUALLY experience it and that too with YOU? The guy was in actual heaven that day.

F = Favourite Position 

It depends, he is a tease so he likes when you do all the work but just wait till he has your image of having one leg over his shoulder while he's pounding into you and you're all flustered, aaaaand the guy is pinning you down and going at it.

Or if he is IN THE MOOD he's gonna start with you on all fours and will end up having you burring your face in the pillow.

G = Goofy

Hehe he is the best type of goofy. He says the jokes with a straight face while everyone is on the floor dying. He only lets out a small laugh when you are laughing your "so-called ugly laugh" in front of others too.

But sometimes he starts laughing even before cracking the joke because it was that funny, "Oh boy, naah it's nothing" he says wiping a tear, off his one eye. You all will beg him but according to him "the moment is gone" lol he IS a tease.

H = Hair 

His hair is sooooo fluffy! And after how little he looks after them? It is almost a joke on you. You take care of your hair a lot but this guy probably washes it with body wash and still has such good quality. He always says that it is a good diet to trick you into healthy eating too. This guy never misses a chance to do that.

I = Intimacy 

Your emotional intimacy is something that is beyond this world. You both never knew that you were capable of feeling emotions so strongly.  You're hurt? He feels this burning feeling in his heart that he can't get rid of. He is having a nightmare? It breaks your heart that you cannot do anything about what he had to go through.

Not for once have you two felt any sort of negative emotions to one another but just love and CARE! You love your people but for the first time, you've felt that "care" not from the words but actions. 

For the first time, you two have felt that you don't have to do everything on your own, you can divide it and let your guard down for a moment because you know that other one will be there if something goes wrong.

J = Jack Off 

He does it normally when he is out on a mission or away from you for a while. One thought of you can turn him on in that case.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ohohoho where should I even start? He LOVES to handcuff you because that just gives him more power over what he wants you to feel. Which is why he likes blindfold too.

As your relationship grows he likes the risk factor too so he likes to do it in a tricky place. But while making sure that your reputation doesn't get compromised at any cost.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

Umm isn't it obvious? Anywhere? Literally. But he loves to bend you over the kitchen counter and take you then and there as he enters the house and finds you cooking or just having a drink or something.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He will do anything you ask for while doing it to make sure that he will be able to see that face of yours when you have just let go and you're too flustered to even care. It shows him that you are enjoying it.

Or if it is just you pleasing him and you look up to him with "puppy eyes" heh don't blame him for what is about to happen to you.

N = NO��(Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

You risking your reputation for the "risk factor". See, everyone sees you highly in the village and he loves the respect that they give you. He WILL NEVER ruin it just because he is feeling it right now and won't let you do the same too.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It may not seem like it but he LOVES to give it to you. Actually, if this time it is more of a sensual one then he always starts with eating you only. It is his way of showing that you're his priority.

He has long fingers so umm ya. You're overstimulated most of the time. As much as he loves seeing this, he holds your hand with one while the other one is pumping in and out of you as he plays with your clit with his tongue.

He loves to hold one hand with you even while he is eating you out. Wow.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts with "slow as death" ones and then once you're begging to him theeen he goes fast and deep. You ARE lucky to have him honestly :')

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You don't even have to say anything? You are looking good before you two go out? You'll be doing it before leaving the house.

It's not his fault! You look too good, it's your fault.

And sometimes these quickies turn into something more and you two end up staying home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risk who? That's all I'm gonna say.

S = Stamina 

He can go for a lot of rounds. But if he is just back from the mission or has been busy all day and now he is tired. Please don't push him. Not because he is a "poor guy" or something, nooooo, this idiot will get horny and do it anyway. But regret in the morning because he didn't take enough rest.

T = Toy

He bought it only when you two started experimenting so you both have handcuffs (used for you only he doesn't like to be a sub that often), a blindfold, and a vibrator for sure. This fucker likes to edge you a lot.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heh isn't it clear already? This guy is the definition of being unfair. As you start to get a little annoyed and turn to him and catch him smirking, all that "annoyance" turns into "lust" lol you simp! But can we really blame you?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you are doing it somewhere out? He'll keep shut and even cover your mouth to avoid getting caught. But if he is at home, he will grunt a lot but will let out a loud moan once he reaches his high

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He cooks for you in the morning. That is the only time he can make sure that you have a good healthy meal since he is not there for lunch and you make the dinner.

If he is cooking in the morning then expect your lunch prepared for you too.  *and meal prep for dinner* bro he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself because you work too hard okay? Shut up and have your fruits and drink some water as you read this...... Go now, sip some water.

X = X-Ray

He has a lean physique but specifically, his arms are muscular and they are getting buffer after you mention that you like buffed arms. Hehe being slick, okayyyy.

Also, he has long slim fingers, umm good for you.

But you like to draw in his hands too sometimes. Just some little things. He smiles at them as he looks at them later.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He kind of has a strong sex drive. Most of the time if it is because of the fact that he is too excited to try new things on you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't sleep until he knows that you are sound asleep. He likes to take in the scent of your hair and just run his fingers through your hair to calm you down a bit. Do it back too, please. He loves it a lot! If you stop and start doing something else, he'll bring back your hand to his hair and make you do it for as long as you don't fall asleep. In any case, he is sleeping once you're asleep.

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Shikamaru is my favorite character but ya’ll are making me change my lane with how many posts I’ve written for Kakashi XD

Thanks For Reading and for the ask!

If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!

[scarletnakazato]

Takeshi Nakazato - Spark in the Dark

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 4,652. • Synopsis: In which racing to help out friends leads to meeting a potential love interest, a spark ignites during introductions, and sadness forms after the conclusion of the race, but a surprise appearance wipes away all traces of sadness, and brings two GT-R racers together.

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The race on Akina starts at ten tonight. (Y/N)'s friends, Iketani and Kenji, had begged her to race in the SpeedStars name for the race. Their 'saving grace' Takumi, couldn't make it since his father had taken the 8-6 for a meeting. (Y/N) isn't a part of a street racing team, she's more of a neutral racer. If a team, like the SpeedStars, asked her to race in their stead, she would represent them for the night. Of course, she doesn't do this with every team she comes across, more so just for her friends.

She sighed and looked up at the clock on the café's wall. Only two hours to go and she's off to prepare her car for the race. (Y/N) works at the popular café styled restaurant in the middle of town from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. It's a simple job and the customers were always friendly. It's more enjoyable when no one gives you a hard time.

The minute her shift ended, she made a beeline out the back door of the restaurant and to her beloved R32 GT-R. The sleek (F/C) paint shined, along with the rims. She hopped inside and started it up, the engine giving a low growl. She pulled onto the road and sped off to her house.

Having plenty of time to kill, she washed the car making it shine even brighter. She replaced the tires, brake pads, and calipers. It's always best to make sure your brakes work properly, especially on a heavy ass 3-2, she thought. Once she finished with her replacements, she checked all of the gauges on her dash and continued to work on anything else the car needed before heading inside for a well-deserved shower and change of clothes.

When the time came to leave, she eagerly grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys before heading back to the GT-R that waited patiently for her. She got in and started it up, backing out of the garage and onto the road, heading straight for Akina.

She reached the foot of the mountain and sped up, being sure to not take it too far to ruin her tires before the race. As she got closer to the top, the roar of the engine could be heard from where the others waited.

"Do you think that's her, Iketani?" Kenji asked.

"It has to be! The car sounds like hers!" Iketani exclaimed as he stared at the road intensely, not wanting to miss the soon approaching car.

So, their friend has a Skyline, huh? This'll get interesting. A man said as he leaned against his own GT-R, cigarette hanging from his lips as he listened to the familiar sound of an RB26 engine in the distance.

"Uh, who exactly are we talking about, guys?" Itsuki scratched his head, confused.

"Her name is (Y/N). You haven't met her yet, but she's won a few races for the SpeedStars! She's not on the team, but she's a great friend of ours." Iketani explained enthusiastically.

"Wait... you mean a girl is going to race for us tonight?! Oh, this is going to be great! I bet she's hot, is she hot?!" Itsuki rambled loudly, catching the attention of the NightKids' leader, Takeshi Nakazato.

The bright headlights of (Y/N)'s car came into view as she turned the final corner and pulled over next to her friends. She got out of the car and greeted them.

"Hey guys!" She waved and pulled them in for a hug.

"Hey, (Y/N)! How are you?" Iketani asked with a chuckle.

"Pretty good, thanks. I'm excited for the race. Who am I supposed-?" she was cut off by a guy with an undercut she's never seen before.

"Ho-holy crap, you're gorgeous! What's your name? Are you single? I love your GT-R, it's so hot- like you! I mean... I uh didn't mean it like that, it's just you're really, really, and I mean really pretty. I've never met a girl who can race, let alone one that owns a sweet ride like yours and all that just makes you like, a hundred times hotter-" Iketani cut him off by wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling the strange fanboy towards him.

"Alright, Itsuki, I think she gets it. Let's not scare her away with your questionable fantasies." Iketani held him in a playful chokehold as he scolded Itsuki. (Y/N) wore an amused expression and laughed at the two.

"Anyways, who am I supposed to race tonight?" she asked, not being interrupted this time.

"That would be me." (Y/N) turned around at the sound of the voice to see a man with gelled jet-black hair walking towards her. Wow, he's hot. They made eye contact and she noted how beautiful his silver eyes were.

"I'm Takeshi Nakazato, leader of the Myogi NightKids." He introduced himself and held out his hand for her.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), but I'm not with a team. I'm more of a neutral racer." She replied and shook his hand. When their hands touched, a small spark shot through them and they didn't want to pull away. They did so quickly after before anyone noticed.

"So, uh... a neutral racer, huh? Do you race for any team that asks you to, then?" he asked, a bit awkward at first but quickly regained his composure.

"Pretty much, yeah. I don't do it all the time and I don't do it for every team. I've raced for the SpeedStars the most since they're good friends of mine." She explained.

"Ah, I see. You got a sweet 3-2 by the way." He complimented her car, and it made her smile.

"Thank you. Yours is hot in black. It also kind of looks like you."

"It... looks like me?" he tilted his head and looked at his car, trying to find a similarity, "How?"

She giggled and explained, "The majority of it is black," she then motioned to his hair and current outfit which was completely black, "and the rims are silver, like your eyes." She looked into his eyes with a light blush on her cheeks as she finished her explanation. They really were something else, like two small pools of liquid silver. His eyes were almost hypnotizing.

Little did she know, he thought the same about her. She was easily the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and she owned the same car as him? Perfection. He hoped he could gather the courage after their race to ask her on a date.

"Well, I'm ready to go," she turned to her friends, "wish me luck, guys!" The racers went back to their cars and (Y/N) lined hers up next to Takeshi's. They revved the engines to warm them up, the beautiful sound of two RB26 engines resonating through the top of the pass. Kenji walked out between the two Skylines to start the countdown. As soon as he yelled 'go', they sped off at the same time, staying next to each other until the first corner where (Y/N) gained the lead.

He probably has his car in all-wheel drive. I wonder how much under steer he has to deal with, not being able to drift, she thought as she threw her car into a drift around the third corner.

Takeshi's eyes widened in shock. Is she... drifting with all-wheel drive?! How the hell is she not ruining her car? He watched her movements, following behind her closely.

I must've surprised him. She chuckled when she saw him slow down then speed up just after the end of the corner.

She drifted around the next few corners and Takeshi felt both impressed and confused. All-wheel drive cars are hard as hell to drift because they're naturally made to want to grip onto the road. So, how is she drifting such a heavy car, so easily?

She's going to ruin the car if she keeps doing that. It's only natural that something would break, right? 3-2s are meant to grip, not drift. The weight of the car would put too much pressure somewhere it shouldn't, and something will blow. Takeshi thought something would've happened to her car by now, being close to the bottom of Akina now, but nothing did.

Soon enough, they reached the last corner and that's where Takeshi decided to make his move, pulling up next to her, trying to accelerate fast enough to beat her. Takeshi only had enough time to line up with her car equally, and they passed the finish line in sync.

"They just passed the finish line!" One of the SpeedStars called through the radio. Iketani quickly picked up the radio on his car, "Well, who won?!" Everyone at the top of Akina waited to hear the results.

"They tied."

"What do you mean they tied?!" Iketani exclaimed.

"I mean, they tied. They crossed the line at the same time, man. How else do you want me to explain it?"

The spectators and other teams talked amongst themselves while Iketani, Kenji, and Itsuki stood there with their mouths agape. The NightKids were surprised, but at least it wasn't a loss on their part. Tch. At least Nakazato managed to keep it together this time. Shingo thought, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Takeshi and (Y/N) pulled their cars over to the side of the road, getting out and meeting each other in the middle. "So, a tie, huh? I suppose this leaves an unsettled score between us." He spoke first.

"I suppose it does. It looks like we'll just have to settle it one day," (Y/N) smirked lightly, "you're a great racer, as well. You handle the understeering quite nicely." Her compliment took him by surprise and a small blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"T-thanks, same to you. Speaking of which, would you mind telling me how the hell you can drift the 3-2? It's all-wheel drive, and extremely heavy."

"Normally, I wouldn't tell anyone but the look on your face when you saw me do it changed my mind," (Y/N) smiled cheekily when his blush worsened, "There's a type of 'switch' in the drivetrain that you can flip to convert it from all-wheel drive to rear-wheel drive. It's kind of a pain in the ass to get to, but once you do you can hook it up to some wires and electrical pieces to put through your dash so it's easily accessible, and you can change it back whenever you want."

"Wow, really? That's interesting." He replied softly.

"Mhmm," she pulled out her phone to check the time before looking back up at him, "I should head home, it's late and I have to work tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Takeshi!" She waved to him with a smile before rushing into her car.

"Uh, h-hey, wait-!" Takeshi tried getting her attention, but she had already driven off. His shoulders dropped a bit as he stared at the road she disappeared on. Takeshi was a fast racer and he felt like he had met the girl of his dreams, but he wasn't fast enough to ask her on a date.

He sat in his beloved R32 thinking of her. How far away did she live? Does she live in Shibukawa? Is she far away from Myogi? Would he ever see her again? His heart seemed to tighten at that last question. It's only been a night and he's fallen hard for her. She is friends with the SpeedStars, she said. I might be able to ask them where to find her.

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Two weeks had passed since the race between Takeshi and (Y/N) and he hadn't seen any sign of her. He traveled to Akina on a few different occasions at different times to see if he could catch her practicing the course but found nothing. He went to all the nearest street races he heard of, hoping to see her at one. He never did. Takeshi was hesitant to ask the SpeedStars where she was, since the first time he met them at the gas station, he wasn't exactly friendly with them and quite possibly left a bad impression. If he didn't see her for the next few days, he would head over to the gas station and ask them, and apologize for being a dick.

Takeshi pulled into the car park of the popular restaurant a lot of the racers go to. Heading inside, a hostess greeted him and led him to a booth next to the window, the rays of the setting sun covered buildings in a brilliant glow.

"A waiter will be right with you." She chimed before leaving. A minute later a waitress walked over to his table.

"Good evening, can I start you off with anything to- Takeshi?" the man in question turned his gaze from the window to look at the woman he's been dying to see.

"(Y/N)?" he looked up at her, surprise on his defined features.

She gave him one of her beautiful smiles and replied, "That's me! How are you? It's been a while."

"I've been fine. I didn't know you worked here either, I usually show up around this time of day." He stated, curious for an answer.

"Normally I work from seven to three but I'm covering my friend's shift tonight since she had an emergency." Takeshi hummed and nodded.

"So, what have you been up to these last couple of weeks? Anything interesting?" she asked with a small head tilt. It felt nice that it was easy to strike up a conversation between the two of them. It felt natural and not awkward like when they first met.

"Well, I've been spending a lot of time practicing on Myogi and other passes. I spend most of my time driving." And looking for you.

"That sounds fun. Maybe I should hop over to Myogi one night and see what your home course is like, and we could possibly have our rematch there too."

"You want to race me on my territory? Good luck with that." He smirked.

"How about a little bet, then? Loser takes the winner to dinner." She suggested and held her hand out.

"Deal." They shook hands and (Y/N) went back into work mode, asking what he wanted to order and bringing them out moments later. This bet worked out in Takeshi's favour whether he wins or loses; he gets to go to dinner with his crush.

I see this as an absolute win.

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The rematch was a private race that no one knew about. They decided to keep quiet about it since it was more for fun and a test of who drove an R32 better. The next day was date night, and the loser of the race was currently on his way to pick up the lady at her apartment.

Yep, Takeshi lost. It's been a while since he lost a race on his home course, but he didn't mind one bit that (Y/N) was the one to beat him. It showed him just how impressive her skills were when it came to racing a mountain pass and controlling her car. If anything, it only made him fall in love with her that much more.

Takeshi parked his car in an open spot and made his way up to her apartment door, ringing the bell. A minute after, (Y/N) walked out the door wearing her favourite outfit.

"Hi, Takeshi." She greeted him with a smile then locked the door.

"(Y/N), you look... beautiful." He said as a blush began forming on his cheeks.

"Thank you. You're looking quite handsome yourself." She winked and chuckled when his blush got worse. 'It's so cute how easily he gets flustered.'

"O-oh, uhm, t-thanks." He looked at the ground, mentally scolding himself for stuttering. In all honesty though, Takeshi is really attractive. His black button up shirt was undone and had the sleeves rolled up over his elbows, showing his defined forearms. The white t-shirt underneath was slightly form fitting and was tucked in showing the belt wrapped around his black jeans that matched his black and white converse. He was looking like a sexy rebel today, wasn't he?

"You ready to go?" Takeshi asked and (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure am! I get to have dinner with a cute racer." She hooked her arm in his and pulled him along the down the stairs and to the car where he drove to dinner.

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They hit it off extremely well during their date that it led them to going on two more before Takeshi asked her to go out with him. She had said yes so quickly that she believed she hasn't replied to anyone that fast before.

The new couple had just finished another date and Takeshi was driving on Myogi. It was a calm drive with comfortable silence, the whistle of the turbos and Takeshi shifting gears being the only occasional sounds besides the constant growling of the engine.

"Ya know, this is a really fun pass to race on." (Y/N) piped up, breaking the silence.

"Why's that?"

"It has a nice balance of straightaways, corners, and hairpins. Some corners are easy, some are challenging. Same goes for the hairpins. It has a combination of everything, I can see why you love it so much." Takeshi couldn't help but smile. Finally, a girl that understands the importance of having a home course that offers everything.

(Y/N) watched him drive up the rest of the way until they reached the top of Myogi. Her eyes never left his form but definitely wandered. She noted how he was wearing the same outfit he wore on their first date. She kept complimenting him and couldn't get enough of it.

"See something you like?" Takeshi asked with a smirk and looking at her through the corner of his eye.

"Staring at someone I love, actually." (Y/N) replied smoothly with a mischievous smile. She wrapped her right arm around his left one, bringing her hand to his forearm to squeeze it. In an instant, Takeshi felt all the blood rush to his dick and he mentally cursed. Fuck.

Sometimes, he hated being a guy for the sole reason of being turned on and having to deal with a dick that gives it away so damn fast. When (Y/N) continued on with trailing her hand up and down his arm, giving it the occasional squeeze, he was quickly losing his mental restraint.

He quickly pulled in an empty parking spot in the corner, blending the black R32 in with the dark surroundings. As soon as he pulled up the e-brake and unbuckled the harnesses, Takeshi leaned over the centre console and cupped (Y/N)'s face with both hands, pulling her into an almost desperate kiss.

His quick movements took her by surprise, but she easily responded to his kiss. She kissed him back just as feverishly, her hand swiftly tangling itself in his soft black hair. Takeshi groaned lowly when she tugged on his hair. (Y/N) swiped her tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance but Takeshi kept his mouth shut and smirked.

His smirk didn't last long when (Y/N) roughly tugged on his hair and brought her free hand to his neck to lightly squeeze it as she bit his bottom lip. He shivered and moaned loudly, allowing (Y/N) to slip her tongue in. Takeshi had a dark blush form quickly over his cheeks from both their actions. He had never moaned that loudly before and found it a bit embarrassing on his part.

On the other hand, he never thought he would love for a woman to take control so easily. Takeshi believed he would always be the dominant one during sex whether he was on top or bottom, but god damn he loved the dominance his woman was displaying right now.

Their tongues fought but (Y/N) quickly won that fight. Takeshi let her do as she pleased, marking every corner of his mouth as hers. She pulled away from the kiss a few moment later and slid her hand from his neck down to his chest, pushing him to lean back in the seat. She climbed over the console and straddled his lap, Takeshi's hands holding her waist.

"So," she started, a playful smirk on her lips, "you either like having your hair pulled or being choked, maybe even both. Which is it?" she finished with whispering in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. This woman is going to be the death of him.

"Everything." He replied breathily.

"Do you want more?" she whispered again, tracing his jawline with her thumb.

"Y-yeah." He tightened his grip on her waist at the thought. (Y/N) happily obliged and left a path of feathery kisses from his ear to his neck until she found the spot near the crook of it that made his breath hitch. She focused there, kissing, biting, and sucking at it. His moans rang out, one after the other at her territorial actions. She pulled away and the spot was a dark purplish red with small traces of bite marks.

She moved to the other side of his neck, surprised to find another sensitive area that was just below the side of his jaw. (Y/N) gave the same treatment to the new spot as she did the last. Takeshi had his head leaning back against the seat, giving her more room. She could feel the vibrations his throat made as he moaned her name and groaned.

She loved how he fell apart so quickly from such simple actions as well as how vocal he was. The way his voice lowered when he groaned or slightly raised when he moaned was heavenly and it sent waves of heat straight down to her core.

When the second mark on his neck was made, she pulled away, getting a good look at him. His beautiful liquid silver eyes were clouded over. His ears, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose were tinted red with a blush. His silky blacky hair was messy and more of his bangs were ruffled over his forehead.

Takeshi was a hot mess.

She smiled affectionately and gave a series of kisses that he eagerly returned as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. (Y/N) took off his black button-up shirt and untucked the white t-shirt underneath. They broke the kiss so Takeshi could take it off while she did the same for her clothes. When she was left in her underwear, Takeshi eyed her up with lust filled eyes.

She pulled the lever under the seat up so Takeshi could push it as far back as it would go, giving them more leg room. (Y/N) made quick work in taking off his belt and lowering his pants. She lowered herself to the floor and palmed his hard arousal through his boxers, a low groan emanating through his throat.

She pulled his boxers down and Takeshi gave a relieved moan. With her slim fingers wrapped around the base, she started with slow pumps that had the worked-up man throw his head back against the seat with drawled out moans of her name following. (Y/N) continued her slow pace, waiting for Takeshi to beg her to do something.

Tonight, he was at her complete mercy.

Although, he has behaved wonderfully so far, which is working out in his favour. The better you behave, the more pleasure you'll receive. He brought a hand to her hair, tangling his fingers into it but wasn't able to hold it roughly due to his shaking from such euphoria. His other hand was gripping the edge of the seat so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

"(Y-Y/N) ..." He said shakily, his voice quivering as much as his body.

"Yes Takeshi?" she asked with a seductive tone that made his breath hitch.

"F-faster, p-please..." His voice cracked. (Y/N) complied and quickened her pace as Takeshi's moans resonated throughout the car. She brought her lips to the underside of his arousal and licked upward until she reached the tip. She took most of him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She continued to use her hand for what she couldn't reach, keeping the fast pace.

Takeshi muttered that he was close to coming and (Y/N) stopped her actions, leaning back. The desperate man above her whined in protest from the denial.

"Don't worry love, you'll get it." (Y/N) hummed reassuringly. As she was pushing herself up, Takeshi weakly pointed towards the glove box of the car. She immediately understood and dug around for a second before pulling out the small package and tearing it open, sliding it down his length.

Takeshi watched as she straddled him, some strands of his hair slightly blocking his eyes. He was truly at a loss for words. He never thought he'd see the day where he became so undone under (Y/N)'s touch. He felt like he went completely numb, barely being able lift a finger and not having any feeling in his legs, yet he could feel everything she did to him so vividly.

All in one fluid motion, she had taken off her underwear and lowered herself onto his length. They moaned in unison before (Y/N) lightly wrapped her fingers around his neck with one hand and leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. She rubbed her thumb along the side of his neck in up and downward motions. When she lightly squeezed, he hummed pleasantly into the kiss. Takeshi slid his hands up her thighs to hold her hips, his grip tightening for a moment every time she lowered herself back down onto him.

As (Y/N)'s pace increased, the pressure she applied to his neck did as well. They had broken away from the kiss, their breathing getting heavy quickly. Takeshi moaned her name repeatedly as if it were the only thing he knew. His hold on her hips were rough and his nails were leaving small crescents on her skin. The vibrations she felt coming from his throat had her grip on his neck tightening just a bit more, another euphoric moan passing through the man's lips.

(Y/N) loved the way his length filled her so perfectly. The tip hit the right spot that had her eyes roll back and her back arch. When they were nearing their release, she let go of his neck, moving it to his hair. Lacing her fingers through the soft, messy strands, she tugged on it lightly and held onto his shoulder with the other hand for balance.

"Takeshi!" She screamed his name as she came, and he followed shortly after with a drawled-out moan of her name. (Y/N) placed her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. She lightly kissed Takeshi's neck, her hand caressing the other side. He rubbed her hip and pressed kisses on her head.

They sat there in comfortable silence until their breathing had returned to normal and they situated themselves with their clothes. "I don't know what you did to me," Takeshi started, "but fuck I loved every minute of it." He chuckled lightly and (Y/N) joined in.

"Seems to be that you love being the submissive one, hmm?" she gave at him a teasing smile.

"Only for you." He hooked a finger under her chin and pulled her towards him, pressing a long, passionate kiss on her lips then pulling away. "How about I get you home?"

"Only if you stay the night with me?" (Y/N) asked hopefully.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" Takeshi winked and started the car. The minute they were under the covers of (Y/N)'s bed, Takeshi pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest as he spooned her.

"I thought subs liked being the ones that get spooned?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep."

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With Cherries On Top

Chapter 6: The Dog & The Heart-to-Heart

Summary/Author’s Note: Max has another run in with Kevin that winds up putting the both of you in a very...awkward situation. The two of you have your first talk that doesn’t involve just ripping each other to shreds with insults. Is Max opening up? Are you? Are either of you prepared for what is going to happen when those walls start coming down? (This chapter is BIG guys. No smut yet but we are getting closer. Also I know the gif is not of Max Phillips but it is pretty spot on for what I picture Max to look like out of a suit.) Gif credit to @pajamasecrets

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader (The Proposal AU) Word Count:  4.1k Warnings/Rating: R/18+ - so naked. so wet. Nudity, hilarity, banter, flirting, sexual innuendos, mutual sexual harassment (although is it really harassment at this point with you two?), feelings, confessions, soft!Max

[Chapter 5] [MASTERLIST]

You hated running. You hated it with every fiber of your being but you wanted to be breathless, you wanted your lungs and your limbs to ache, you wanted to punish yourself. So this morning when you rolled over and saw that it was still dark out, you had pulled on wool socks, insulated leggings, and an old hoodie. Tip-toeing around Max’s sleeping form with your sneakers in hand, you laced up on the porch and watched the fog roll off the water.

You could do this--one foot in front of the other, rinse and repeat. You put your iPod in the small pocket of your leggings as you took off, but not even the fast paced music could drown out the thoughts that refused to stop coming. Fuck it. The path that you took along the gulf and through the woods felt familiar and you were glad for it because it meant you thought less about where you were going and more about your situation.

Max was winning over your family one day at a time and the way your mother's face lit up when he put his arm around you made you feel sick. She just wanted you to be happy. And if you said you were in love with Max Phillips, then she believed you and supported you. And it was all a lie.

"Fuck," you cursed quietly as you started to pant and you shook your head, changing directions down a smaller path.

Despite everything horrible that no doubt lay on the horizon of this half assed plan, it hadn't been as terrible as you had imagined. When he wasn't making your life a living hell or having you keep track of his daily planner, Max... wasn't that bad. He was charming, but you already knew that, that wasn't the interesting part. What made you pause was every time he laughed, he made a joke, or he did that god damn grin that caused the corner of his eyes to crinkle gently. It was confirming what you thought you always knew--the business tycoon and prince douchebag that he donned every day like a suit, was all an act.

Then there was your dad. You knew you shouldn't be surprised, but he held narrow-minded thoughts about Max and his vampiric nature, and he was still holding out the hope that you would throw in the towel and move back home. Your dreams meant nothing because they weren't achievable to him. Being born in a town like Sitka meant you grew old with your highschool sweetheart, a white picket fence, and at least two children balanced on your hip--no thank you. That would never be you, you longed for the unconventional, and the way your dad saw it, choosing Max as your fiance went far beyond unconventional. It was down right crazy.

At some point you had turned back towards the house, on the path that led out of the woods and around the barn at the edge of the property. Your mom had been decorating a setting up for a get together for the last two days and you were not looking forward to the potluck and barn dance that she had no doubt invited the entire town to. Of course you had no one to blame but yourself--if you came home more than every couple of years, maybe she wouldn't make such a big deal about it.

Sweat dripped down your temple from your hairline and was chilled almost immediately by the cold autumn air. Your legs were sore and your stomach growled as it reminded you that a hot cup of coffee and a warm muffin was far superior than this self deprecating jaunt.

You put your hands on your head to open up your aching lungs and breathe deeply as you walked back to the house. This was going to be the easiest part of your day and you wanted to soak up every last bit of it. Hopefully everyone would still be asleep so you could take a shower and drink your coffee in peace.

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Max had been awake when you quietly left this morning and it had been incredibly tempting to reach his hand out and grab your ankle. You would have probably tripped and it would have been hilarious, but he refrained. Christ, he was off his game lately. As the door clicked closed and he listened to the fading sound of you going down the stairs, he opened his eyes and rubbed his hand down his face.

"Fuck," he cursed as he folded his hands on his chest and looked up at the ceiling.

Another night of restlessness and listening to you sleep quietly ten feet beside him. He had made sure to eat before going to bed last night and yet you still smelled delectable. It was driving him crazy, he felt insatiable, like a man half crazed, and it worried him. He had been a vampire for a little over a decade, he had control of himself, but you made him want to bury his face between your--

"No, nope, no," Max shook his head and sat up, stretching his arms above his head and letting out an exasperated groan.

In five years he could count the number of times you had seen his fangs on one hand, and he knew for a fact you had never seen his true face. The one that morphed when he was pissed, when he lost his last shred of humanity, when his features pulled together and his snarl was permanent. His eyes would go yellow and his skin would darken, and he once had it described to him as going full-blown Buffy--and that wasn't far from the truth.

He could continue to sit here and argue with himself about how much he didn't want you, or he could get in the shower and wash away whatever these feelings were. He didn't have a better idea yet, but maybe one would come to him. Great ideas were always hatched in the shower, right? Right.

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Max turned off the water and was no closer to finding a solution to his current problem. Now he was just wet. Wet and frustrated. He threw back the curtain and shook out his hair, shoving it back from his face as he looked around and clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"Towel? Towel. Where's a fucking towel?"

He looked at the rack, the counter, and the wicker laundry basket and there was nothing that he could even use as a towel. Fuck. He stepped out onto the rug and wiped his feet as much as he could so he wouldn't fall on his ass on the tile. He thought he heard the sound of the door and froze, but nothing followed. Then he remembered, the armoire, the one with the goddamn baby maker blanket, there were towels in there.

He cracked the door and leaned his head out, looking around the bedroom. He called your name, but no one answered. Letting out a deep breath, he put his large hand over his groin, just in case, and hurried out to the cabinet. A high pitched bark made him jump as he turned around and cursed loudly, making eye contact with your horrific fuzzy demon of a dog.

"Shit!" Max glared and pointed at the Shiba with the hand that wasn't currently cupping his dick and balls. "Listen, I just need a towel--you little fluffy bastard--fuck!"

It continued to bark at him, hopping slightly with each noise and the action put it closer to him. Max involuntarily took a step back each time and he swallowed the lump in his throat as the beast started to growl.

Before he was turned, he loved dogs. His family had owned one when he was a child, but that had changed when he got back from Romania. It was as if the creatures could sense something was wrong with him, something not human was staring them in the face, and they hated it.

"Look," Max continued to try and reason with the orange canine. "I've never once thought about eating you. That should count for something, right?"

By now the animal had backed him back into the bathroom and he let out a frustrated growl of his own through his nostrils as he looked around for a weapon of some kind. His eyes fell to your cordless hair dryer on the edge of the sink and he couldn't help the smirk that overcame his face.

"Bingo." He scooped it up and grinned as he aimed it at the dog and flipped it on. The handheld device whirrrrr'd to life and the dog leaned back away from it as the warm air rippled its fur away from its face like it was in a wind tunnel. "Yeah--that's what I thought. Who's your daddy, now?"

Max dropped his hand from his crotch to hold the dryer with both as he aimed it like a six-shooter and took a few careful steps out of the bathroom towards the dog.

"That's it. There ya go," he chuckled as he aimed the dryer and made the dog switch places with him. "That's a good boy, that's a good, dumb dog," his voice dropped and cooed at him like a baby as the dog pranced backwards towards the bathroom to avoid the stream of air.

As soon as the dog crossed the threshold of the bathroom, Max lunged forward and grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut. He let out a yell of triumph as he effectively locked the beast in the bathroom and ensured his own safety. He spun around to toss the hair dryer on the bed and instead collided with your naked body as you walked in from the deck, your headphones still in your ears from your run.

In the time it took Max to realize he didn't have a towel, you had come home and back into the bedroom. Max was nowhere to be found and it was still dark so you had grabbed a towel, stepped onto the covered balcony, and stripped off, leaving your sweaty jogging clothes in a pile. Your loud music thumping in your ears had left you oblivious to the cowboy western showdown that was happening in your bedroom. And now you were pressed against your boss, both of you as naked as the day you came into this world and not only did he hit you with force, but he was very wet and very slippery.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god," you said, as your headphones fell from your ears and you started to fall. You would have welcomed the bruised ass because it meant you would have stopped touching him. What you didn't expect was for him to put his arm around your waist to keep you from falling. All it wound up doing was making him fall to the ground with you in a tangle of limbs and an ungraceful thud.

"Max??" "Fuck!"

The two of you looked at each other with wide eyes and open mouths. You were suddenly hyper aware of your breasts pressed flush against his chest as your hands found his shoulders for balance. He caught himself as much as he could with his hands on either side of your head but you still felt... something pressing against the inside of your thigh--and it was much larger than you had imagined it would be. Not that you had ever thought of such things...about Max fucking Phillips.

"Why are you naked?!" He yelled as he finally found his voice.

"Why are you wet?!" You yelled back as you slapped at his damp chest and tried to push him off of you. "Get off me!"

"Gladly!" He snarled as he rolled off of you. You scrambled for the towel that you had in your hands before he caused you to drop it and covered your breasts and the apex of your thighs. "Ugh, goddammit!" Max picked up the baby maker blanket to cover himself and once he realized what it was, he tossed it aside and grabbed one of the pillows off the bed.

"Get your dick off of my pillow! I use that to sleep!" You gestured to it as he gripped it tightly and pressed it firmly to the front of his waist.

"Okay, well it's either this or I drop it!" He snapped back and you groaned.

"Why are you wet and naked in my bedroom?" You asked.

"Our bedroom--forget it," he growled and threw an arm out to gesture towards the bedroom. "I showered and there were no towels--and then the dog--"

"Kevin?" You looked at him like he was crazy and looked around but the dog was nowhere to be found. You looked at the shut bathroom door and quickly opened it as the dog gave a yip and sprinted out of the bathroom and out the slightly cracked bedroom door. "What is it with you and this dog??"

"He hates me--"

"Oh, yeah, my mistake. You're right," you put a hand to your chest and gave a mock gasp. "Barely got away with my life just now."

"Oh, shut up!" Max rolled his eyes at you. "Go shower, you stink!"

"Fuck you, Max!" You gave a frustrated groan and made sure the towel covered your ass as you started towards the bathroom.

"Nice tattoo!"

He got one last jab in and you realized he could see the ink that he had only guessed about previously on your ribs. You stuck up your middle finger at him before you slammed the door so hard you hoped it didn't wake anyone up.

--

You and Max avoided one another for the rest of the day. Which was easy to do as your family was content to keep you both busy helping to prepare food and decorations for the party. Your mother insisted it had nothing to do with your engagement and that she had had it planned even before you and Max had given them the good news. Good news…if that's what she was calling it.

So that's how the day went, with you and Max on opposite ends of the table, in separate corners of the room, refusing to make eye contact with one another. Without even looking at him all you could think about was how soft those broad shoulders actually were. You were surprised how muscled his thighs were and how they lead to what was even the most surprising, which was his---nope. No. Definitely not. You refused to think about Max in that way and the fact that the thought made you blush like a schoolgirl, pissed you off even more.

You decided to go to bed early and when he followed you upstairs you almost stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing. But your mom was watching you both with so much adoration that it made you take Max's hand as you told your parents goodnight and retreated to the comfort of your own space.

After an awkward dance of taking turns using the bathroom to get changed and trying not to look one another in the eye, you laid your head down on the pillows with a loud huff. The soft crackle of the fireplace brought a warmth and a glow to the room that made your shoulders relax slowly. You should have thanked Max for making it but you didn't, it was just better to say goodnight and go the fuck to sleep and forget this day ever happened.

"Goodnight, Max." You said bluntly, pulling the covers up over your shoulder and closing your eyes. When he didn't respond, you opened them back up but stayed still.

Max had heard you but as he folded his hands on his chest and stared at the ceiling, he said quietly, "So...naked."

You sat up and looked in the direction of his spot on the floor. "What was that?"

"I said, you were so naked. I saw... everything." He grinned even though you couldn't see and you groaned and laid back down.

"No you didn't--"

"Oh, yes I did."

"We're not talking about this--"

"You're thinking about it, aren't you? You saw my dick."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did," he insisted. "I saw your tits--well, felt them--"

"Max enough! Good. Night."

The two of you were silent again for another few minutes. The fire popped and the crickets chirped and you knew he was just waiting for the right moment to open his mouth again. And sure enough, without fail, he said the next best thing to piss you off.

"So, what's the beef between you and your dad?"

"I honestly would rather talk about how you saw me naked."

Max chuckled. "As tempting as that is, I want to know. You two seem to really hate each other."

"I'm sorry but that question isn't in the binder. Please play again." Your voice was that of a sarcastic game show host but he was relentless.

"You really think INS won't ask about family drama? Because I think--"

"Max. Not this. I--please."

Maybe it was the 'please' that finally made him drop the topic, but you were thankful regardless as you thought about the conversation you had with your dad yesterday and your throat became tight. Your eyes started to burn and you rubbed them furiously. This was not a topic that you wanted to discuss with the man on the floor, not now, not ever. A silence fell between you again and when Max cleared his throat you prepared for him to continue to press the issue, but he didn't.

"I like the psychic network." He said flatly and you opened your eyes.

"What?"

"We need to start learning the binder right?"

"I guess…"

"Well, I like the Psychic network. And no, not in a ha-ha, look at those idiots believing in that trash, kind of way. I actually kind of enjoy it. I mean vampires are real, maybe other shit is too, ya know?" He shrugs and lets out a heavy sigh. "Um. Let's see. I took piano lessons in the sixth grade. Lynda Carter was my first crush when I was nine. I don't like giving flowers to women or having them in the house because they remind me of funerals. I try to read Wuthering Heights every year at Christmas--it reminds me of my mom. My dad thought it was trash but that wasn't the point." He paused and let out a sad chuckle and you bit your lip gently as you listened to him. He let out a heavy sigh and waited and when you didn't say anything, he prompted. "Your turn, sweetheart."

"I...sorry. I'm just processing," you said honestly and he chuckled again.

"Take your time."

"I also took piano lessons when I was little, but I was so terrible I quit. My fingers aren't long enough," you said quietly as you flexed them in front of you as if to show him. "My first record my dad gave me was Lionel Richie. Uhh..I haven't slept with a man in eighteen months."

"Wait--"

"Shut up, you said it was my turn." You cut him off before he could draw attention to that particular factoid. "The tattoo on my ribs--they're birds, just your typical basic girly silhouette type but I got them when I was sixteen. They're mid-flight to remind me that I don't want to stay here for the rest of my life. That no matter what anyone says, it's okay to leave and live my own life." You swallow hard and blink quickly, feeling like an idiot for continuing to get emotional in front of the one person you were pretty sure didn't have emotions. "And despite the front I put out there, I went in the bathroom and cried the day that Evan called me a poisonous bitch and reminded me that I was never getting promoted. Because then my dad would be right--I took a risk, made a big deal of blazing my own trail, and I have nothing to show for it."

Max lay patiently with his hands on the edge of the blanket, playing idly with the fringe as you told your facts to him. His eyebrows furrowed together and his heart felt like a rock within his chest. As if he didn't already hate Evan before, your confession made him want to beat the little prick down 5th avenue. He quietly committed everything you just told him to memory, like you had done moments before when he was the one making his confessions.

"Um...are you still there?" You asked quietly.

He realized he had paused for too long and the meek tone in your voice made a lump form in his throat. "Y-yeah. I'm here."

"Say something, please." Your voice sounded small even to you but you know he heard you.

"You really haven't slept with anyone in eighteen months?"

The laugh that bubbled from your chest broke whatever tension had been in the air before. It felt real, and that's because it was. The question was so on par for Max that it felt good to know that despite what had happened in the last few days, it was still him. He was still the same man.

"That's all you took from that? Of course it is."

"I'm just saying, that's a long time." He said, holding out his hands in self defense.

"Yeah? Well, I've been a little busy. My boss is just a tad demanding."

"He sounds like a prick," Max scoffed.

"He's not all that bad," you shrugged without hesitation and the statement made both of you pause as the awkwardness returned once again.

"Who--um," Max coughed, changing the subject. "Who's Lionel Richie?"

"Seriously?" You sat up and looked at him with wide eyes. "You know 'hello'? 'Dancing on the ceiling'? 'All night long'??"

He shook his head and looked up at you as you crawled to the end of the bed to look at him. "Sorry," he shrugged. "Not ringing any bells."

You looked up and silently cursed yourself for what you were about to do but you decided to throw caution to the wind. You fought back the blush as you very quietly started to sing the chorus and bob your head. "All night long. All niiiiight. All. Night. Long. All niiiiight."

Max leaned up on his elbow and looked at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes. His expression made you lose the fight with your blush as you felt your cheeks burn red and you wanted to crawl under the bed.

"Is that you singing?" Max teased.

"Maybe! I just can't believe you don't know who Lionel Richie is--"

"I know who Lionel Richie is, sweetheart. I just wanted to hear you sing it." He grinned and you gaped, but it felt good and before you knew it you were laughing again. The laughing only intensified as Max started singing, too, making sure you didn't feel too singled out. "Everybody sing, everybody dance. Lose yourself in wild romance.."

"We're gonna party--" you joined him and the two of you both bobbed like there was a beat somewhere to be heard.

"Karamu.."

"Fiesta.."

"Forever.." He paused and tried to make his voice go higher. "All. Night. Long!" His voice cracked and he shook his head, "I haven't been able to sing that high since my balls dropped."

You fell into a fit of giggles and flopped back against the pillows on the bed. It felt good to laugh for real for the first time in this hellacious trip, and you would have never guessed it would have been because of Max. When you gave a snort, your hand flew to your face to cover your mouth and Max laughed even harder. He had a good laugh, it was warm and deep, and not at all superficial or fake like it was when he was trying to make a sale.

Eventually the laughter died down, and you both stared up at the ceiling in silence. Except this time, the silence didn't feel overwhelming or awkward, it was soothing.

"Sweetheart?" Max asked quietly and you felt your breath catch at his tone.

"Yeah, Max?"

"Don't," he let out a heavy breath before continuing. "Don't take this the wrong way...but you are a beautiful woman."

You put your knuckle to your lips and failed to suppress the smile that came with his words. He had said something he had never said before. He wasn't talking about your tits, or your ass, or the way your pencil skirt complimented your curves, no, this was different.

"Goodnight, Max." You said quietly as you rolled on your side and tried not to think about how hard your heart was beating.

"Goodnight."

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Its already like an hour late so I am posting it without the tags and reblogging it with tags so enjoy!

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Fanfic Friday #6

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/32370130

{Peter Parker’s Field Trip to Stark Industries}

Ships: peppertony, wandanat, sambucky

Warnings: mild anxiety, swearing

Status: married or dating

Wc: 3,281

“-and so that wraps up this lesson. Your homework is to do this worksheet, please hand a sheet back to everyone. I have a quick announcement, and it is very exciting. Given that this is one of the most advanced classes we offer, the school has arranged for us to have a field trip!”

Peter refocused on the word field trip. He didn’t have a good track record for those.

“We will be going to Avenger’s Tower! This is a very exclusive opportunity and you all should be very excited-”

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening to Peter. Not now. Oh god. He had a suspicion this was set up by his basically-father. He was going to kill Tony. His teacher went on to blabber about permission slips and NDAs.

“Class dismissed. Please hand your forms in tomorrow as the field trip is on Friday.”

FRIDAY? How could it be so soon. Peter wanted to die. He headed for the door, but was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Blaze calling his name.

“Yes?” he said, turning around. The class had mainly cleared out by now.

“Peter, you're a good kid, and I understand not being the most popular student in school, but we need to talk about the lie you made up about working at Stark Industries.”

“But the internship is re-”

“This field trip is a great opportunity, and I do not want your lies ruining it for yourself or your classmates. Please do not mention it whilst we are there, or there will be serious consequences.”

“It’s a real intern-”

“Please Peter. You should know better than this. See you tomorrow.”

He was tired and fed up of school when he headed into the hallways to see his best friend.

“Hey,” Ned said, meeting him in the hallway.

“Hey,” Peter replied weakly.

“What’s up? Something happened?”

“Nah, just that field trip.”

“Oh the one to Stark Tower! It’s going to be so fun!”

“Right..”

“You’re not excited? I know you work there and stuff, but still.”

“Hmn uh yeah. No it was more Mr. Blaze being a bitch,” he replied, half lying.

“Still thinks you're lying about the internship?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Wanna come over to mine? Build some lego?”

“Nah, got to be home. Too much work to catch up on with all the patrolling I’ve been doing.”

“Gotcha. Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah see you.”

Peter walked to the carpark expecting to find Happy in his black SUV. He was, instead, met by Black Widow.

“Nat?”

“Hey spider boy.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Figured I’d pick ya up and bring you home. Had a second free.”

He jumped into the passenger seat of the jet black convertible.

“How was school паук?”

“Не очень хорошо,” he said easily slipping into Russian. (Not very good)

“Зачем? что-то случилось? (Why? Did something happen?”)

“Да. У нас есть производственная практика в Stark Industries. Что было бы не так уж и плохо, но мой глупый учитель не думает, что я действительно проходил там стажировку, поэтому он отругал меня. Плюс мое паучье чутье сегодня сильно пошло на убыль.” (Yes. We have a field trip to Stark Industries. Which wouldn't be so bad, but my stupid teacher doesn't think I really have an internship there, so he told me off. Plus my spider sense were going off so much today.)

“бедный ребенок. Я могу чем-нибудь помочь?” (Poor kid. Anything I can do to help?)

“Убить Tony за это? (Kill Tony for setting this up?”)

“Нет, детка. Сожалею." (No can do kiddo. Sorry.)

“Разве ты не можешь рассказать другим Мстителям? Особенно папа.” (Can you not tell the other Avengers? ‘Specially Dad.)

“Я не обещаю.” (I won’t, promise.)

"Спасибо.” (Thanks.)

They’d arrived at the tower. There was more to it than he was telling. Ever since he’d moved into the tower, he’d been his safe space. It was his and his families. And he knew it was supid because so many people used it, but still. It felt awful for people from his school to come there. Peter pulled his security card out of his bag, scanning it.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home?”

“Yeah sure. I’m going straight to my lab, though.”

“Okay sir. Morgan would also like to inform you that she is looking for you.”

“Send her down to the lab.”

“As you wish.”

He hopped in the lift and allowed Friday to take him to floor 89. It was his personal lab. Oren, he’d reprogram Karen, allowed him entry through the glass door.

“Hello Peter, welcome back. What would you like to work on?”

“I’m going to do some work on my web shooters. Play my “workin after school” playlist on, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

He worked peacefully on his shooters design and mechanics for about 30 minutes before Oren alerted him that Morgan was coming up.

“Morgan Stark is requesting entry.”

“Granted.”

The door opened and revealed his basically little sister.

“Hey Mo,” he said, picking up the little girl, “Who let you roam around all on your own?”

“Mummy sent me up,” she smiled.

Peter nodded.

“What are you working on Petey.”

“I’ll show you,” he said, placing Morgan on his work table. He’d quickly made sure there was nothing that could hurt her.

“Web shooters?” she guessed.

“Yep. See I wanted to make them even more efficient so I changed the gears and trigger mechanism.”

She nodded knowingly. She was very smart for her age.

“Nice! Can we build our robot?”

“Sure thing. Oren, pull up the files for Petey-Pie and Morgana’s Robot.” He’d let Morgan handle the name for their creation.

Peter went and grabbed the box that had all their pieces in it. Being careful around the young girl, they continued to work on building the robot, Peter teaching her little things on the way.

So he had a normal evening. Did some fun work, some homework, ate dinner with the lunatics called the avengers, and went to bed.

“If it isn’t my two favorite small children!” Tony said, entering his lab.

“Daddy!” Morgan said, running into her father’s arms.

“Oren, I thought I told you to lock Dad out.”

“Unfortunately your father runs the building, so I could not follow your wanted protocol.”

“Love you too kid.”

“You set up the field trip.”

“Field trip?”

“Yeah. My school’s coming here on Friday!” Peter said, looking up from his work.

“Really? Nope wasn’t me. It was likely someone from PR, kiddo. You do go to one of the best STEM schools in the country.”

Tony had a point.

“Right...sorry.”

“It’s good, kid. What’s got you so wound up about it?”

“Daddy, I’m going to Mummy.”

“Okay kiddo, Friday take little Potts to bigger Potts,” he said with a smile.

“Yes sir.”

Once Morgan left, Tony asked again, “So wanna talk about it?”

“Just, just this is home. My home. And I know that’s stupid because it’s a fuckin 100 floor tower, but I know it. I know it so well, and I just don’t really want kids from my school here. I know I can’t gatekeep a building bu-”

“Hey, hey, it’s not stupid. It makes sense. This place is home and you don’t want them messing with any part of it. I bet most kids in your class wouldn’t love it if people came into their home for a field trip.”

“Yeah. And i-its my safeplace. From everything.” Everything being all the people he lost. His parents and uncle and aunt.

“I get it. Want me to have Pep cancel the trip?”

“N-no, no. All the kids in my class were so excited.”

“Always so selfless,” Tony smiled, “When is it again?”

“Friday.”

“Kiddo, I promise it’ll be fine. If anything, anything happens just get Fri to call me or Pep. Most of the avengers will be around too so you can call ‘em too.”

“Yeah. Thanks. They’ll just try to embarrass me, though,” Peter laughed.

“They will. Do I need to sign something?”

“I’m just going to have Mum do it because her signature is less recognizable.”

“Yeah, okay. Your teachers still don’t believe you?”

“How did you know th-”

“Come on kid, I’m Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled, “Fair enough. Yeah they don’t. I mean they will after the trip.”

“Yeah, that’s the bright side.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then. Don’t stay in here too late.”

The night before the field trip he was so nervous. He ended up eating dinner in his lab. Pepper complained but Tony just told her he’d had a long day and deserved a break.

He knew he should have gone to bed but as each hour passed, he got more and more anxious about the trip. He needed something to take his mind off it, so he just kept working and working. Suddenly it was seven in the morning and he needed a shower. Finishing his eighth coffee of the eve, he headed to the 91st floor where he stayed. Hoping that neither of his parents would notice his all nighter he crept into his room.

After getting ready for school, he made his way back out of his room.

“Morning,” Pepper greeted him, “How was last night?” She wore a knowing smile as she continued to tap on her computer, presumably doing work.

“Fine,” he smiled, “Don’t tell dad.”

“I won’t. You're turning into him, though.”

“What else was expected?”

Pepper just smiled, “Sam and Bucky had loads of pastry delivered to the main kitchen if you wanna pop in there.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.”

“By sweetie, have a good day at school.”

“Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you too, hun.”

Peter jumped in the lift taking him up two floores to the Avengers hang out space.

“Spiderling!” Sam and Bucky greeted

“Old Man, bird boy,” he smirked.

“You look like shit, паук,” Nat said from the sofa.

“Thanks,” he said, putting a few of the delicious looking treats onto his plate. He also grabbed himself another cup of coffee. He plops himself down next to Nat on the sofa.

“Did you not sleep again? You look like hell.” Tony said, entering the kitchen to get himself another cup of coffee.

“Right back at you dad.”

“Fair.”

Steve entered, coming back from his run.

“Hey,” he said, addressing the room, “God kid, you look like yo-”

“OKAY NEXT PERSON TO TELL ME I LOOK SHIT IS GETTING IT!”

“Oh sorry,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Clint came in with Pietro at his side, “What’s this about Peter looking shit?”

“I hate you all,” he said, finishing his last bite. He laid down on the sofa.

“Oh ah kid, something I needed to tell you. Right, you can stay here. No need to go to school and back. Pepper wrote a note saying you’d meet at the school because you had a doctor's appointment or some shit.”

“Why is spider boy here?” Sam asked.

“School field trip.”

“Only you Parker,” the White Wolf laughed.

“No embarrassing me, please,” he begged.

“Hell no, this is a great opportunity,” Sam said, looking over to bucky.

“I won’t,” Nat said with her hands up.

“I’m in, team embarrass Peter,” Clint said, high fiving Bucky and Sam. At that moment, Wanda walked in heading straight for her girlfriend’s arms. Nat happily let her fall into her lap.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Nat asked with some level of concern.

“Everything,” Wanda said.

“Drama queen,” Pietro scoffed. Peter closed his eyes and let the conversation happen around him. At some point, Tony had left. Clint had gone off to train with the Dumb and Dumber, and Steve claimed he had a mission brief.

Friday’s voice startled him, “Peter, I recommend you head downstairs as your class is arriving in 5.”

“Five what?” Peter questioned.

“Four,” The AI continued.

“A LITTLE MORE WARNING WOULD BE NICE!”

Peter grabbed his shit and jumped into the private elevator as fast as he could. Luckily, he was in the lobby mere moments before the class entered. He pretended just to be standing around.

“Peter,” Mr. Blaze called, “Please come and join the class.”

Peter nodded, spotting his best friend amongst the crowd.

“Hey,” Ned greeted.

“‘Sup.”

“Good morning everyone,” said the tour guild, “My name is Tamiko Hiroki and I will be taking you on your tour today. To start, I will be giving you all badges. When I call your name please step up and collect it.”

She made her way through the basket and by the time she was done only one student had not received a badge.

“Hey, Peter didn’t get a badge,” Cindy Moon, a kind girl in his physics class, called.

“Apologies, there doesn’t seem to be one in here for a Peter.”

“Uh I-i, I have m-my own. Thanks Tamiko.”

“Oh okay, cool. Please follow me to security.” The class seemed shocked. Was the kid telling the truth about his internship?

“So, there are many different levels of pass here. Guests get Beta levels 1-5 depending on what they are doing. Then there’s Omega’s who are interns and such. Next is the scientist and important employees with Zeta. Finally there’s Alpha for major important roles such as department heads. The top level, Alpha 5, contains the most important people like the Avengers who live in the tower and CEO Pepper Pots.

“Tamiko Hiro, Clearance level Beta 5.”

“Don’t worry everyone, that's Friday, the AI who runs the building. Just keep passing through.”

“Philip Maiko, Clearance level Beta 1.”

“Michelle Jones, Clearance level Beta 1.”

Peter headed towards the back, allowing all the students to go in front of him. He prayed they didn’t hear his security protocol. The rest passed through with Beta 1. Then, Peter came up.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home early?”

“I’m on a field trip, Fri. No need to tell D-Mr. Stark. Thanks.”

The class, once again, looked shocked.

“Why does Penis Parker have all access?” Flash called to Tamiko.

“I do not believe I have clearance to disclose that information, but Peter here may answer,” Tamiko said, glaring at Flash.

“I mean I’ve said it before. I am a personal intern of-”

“PETEY!” Bucky yelled, giving him a hug from behind.

Deflated, he responded, “Hey Buck.”

“Is that all I get?

The two settled on one of the many sofas in the lab. Pete’s head in Tony’s lab.

“Sorry about that, Pepper explicitly told all tours to stay off this level, but it seems as though her assistant made an exception because she thought it was okay as you were on the tour. Pepper fired her.”

Only his mum, “She didn’t have to do that.”

“She was furious.”

“Oh I’m sure.”

“I know this is your safe space, so-”

“It’s okay. No one came in.”

“Yeah.”

“You feeling any better?”

“Just tired. Thanks.”

“Always kiddo. You wanna go upstairs? Take a nap?”

“Sure.”

[sareyen]

To my roomba with love (Cherik)

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There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

***

It was a Sunday morning, somewhat late by Erik’s standards, the man’s fatigued body allowing him a few extra hours of sleep after a hectic business trip. Erik had barely gotten any sleep between meetings and flights, and when he had arrived back home to a half-asleep Charles he only had enough energy to shirk off his clothes before collapsing into bed beside his husband.

Still, despite his tiredness, Erik’s body woke him as the sun tried to filter into the bedroom, the single slither of sunlight enough to rouse him. Erik had surprisingly awoken to an empty bed, the patch of mattress dripped in the shape of Charles still warm.

Erik had pulled himself out of bed groggily, tugging on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, before quietly padding out of the bedroom in search of his missing husband. Erik stifled a yawn as he meandered through the hallway, ears pricking up at the sound of clinking glasses in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Miss Kettle,” a whispered voice sounded from the kitchen as Erik neared, consonants soft and vowels gentle like the morning sun drifting through the parted curtains. The voice made Erik pause, the last of his sleep ebbing away. His silent steps came to a stop, Erik lingering outside the threshold of the kitchen and leaning against the plaster wall, small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Please work hard again today,” Charles said quietly, and Erik could imagine the man tapping the side of the kettle as he filled it with water. “You’re going to have to work double since Erik is back. Yes, yes, I know you’re getting old now, but you still do your job perfectly. Oh, of course! Your water comes out perfectly boiled, steaming and wonderful. Don’t sell yourself short, I’m not willing to sell you yet myself. You’ve been with us since my first PhD, I’m quite attached to you, you know. Oh, pish posh, I won’t have you belittle yourself like that, young lady.”

Erik covered his laugh with his hand, heart fluttering as he heard the water begin to boil and whistle.

“Shh, shh, shh, darling! You’ll wake Erik up,” Charles chided in a whispered tone as the kettle’s shrill cry rolled to a full boil, the light clatter of metal against metal cutting the sound off as Charles pulled ‘Miss Kettle’ from the stovetop. “We have to be quiet, I want to let him catch up on his sleep. He was so exhausted last night, we should let him lie in, hm? He’s been working so hard for us lately, he deserves a break.”

A surge in the desire to run into the kitchen and smother Charles with kisses thrummed through Erik, making his toes curl into the soft carpet. Erik contained himself, however, but let himself peek around the corner just in time to catch Charles pouring the boiling water into two mugs - a magenta one with a red E on the side, and a matching dark blue cup with a yellow C.

Erik was entranced as he watched Charles dunk the tea bags a few times, adding a dash of milk to each, his husband soon picking up both mugs and turning back to the kettle.

“Thank you for your hard work once again, Miss Kettle,” Charles murmured, the smile on his face reaching his azure eyes, making his sleep-rumpled visage and fluffy bedhead all the more endearing. “I’ve got to go see if Erik is awake yet, so good bye for now.”

With that, Erik quickly but silently tiptoed his way back to the bedroom, sliding into bed and closing his eyes, controlling his mouth’s urge to grin as he feigned sleep.

Charles soon entered the room, and Erik heard the light clack of a mug being placed on his bedside table, followed by the warm feeling of a kiss being pressed to his forehead.

Opening his eyes, Erik let himself smile as he was met with Charles’s beautiful face, the man’s red lips parting in muted surprise.

“Good morning, Liebling,” Erik said, Charles smiling as he leaned down once again, this time kissing Erik on the lips as he set down his own cup of morning tea to crawl onto the bed, weight of his thighs pressing against Erik’s sides.

“Morning, Erik,” Charles sighed against Erik’s mouth. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No,” Erik said, pulling Charles close to him. “Not at all.”

***

The washing machine beeped angrily, and Erik heard Charles curse under his breath, pausing in front of the laundry door on the way to the garage to head out on his daily run. Halfway through fastening his watch, Erik smiled as he heard his husband curse again, not too dissimilar from the way that tongue had curled around a moaned ‘Fuck’ during Erik’s early morning cardio session in bed.

“Don’t make that noise at me, young man,” Charles continued, followed by the noise of more buttons being pressed. “I know it’s early, but I need you to wash these bed sheets, otherwise your father and I will be sleeping on a barren mattress tonight.”

Erik had to bite back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his lips as Charles seemed to wrestle with their temperamental washing machine. The machine was somewhat new - a housewarming gift from Raven - but Charles had struggled to get used to the high-tech device that had options other than just warm wash and cold wash.

It was at times like this, though, that made Erik wonder about having children. Erik had never thought about having kids, about even settling down enough to even consider having them. Having lost his parents young, Erik had always been by himself, not growing attached to places or people, moving between cities and beds.

But then he had met Charles, and everything changed.

Charles had given him a home, back when he was still an undergrad and living in a shitty walk-up that didn’t have a working heater. That apartment had been their first home together, even if at the time Erik was adamant that they were no more than fuck buddies. But fuck buddies turned into friends, then into roommates, to boyfriends, to fiancés and, finally, to husbands.

They hadn’t thought about becoming parents, though. Charles had his hands full with his students, and at times it felt like he already had dozens of kids. And yet, sometimes, Erik would catch him like this, calling their furniture and their appliances his children, and Erik their Papa and…

Erik’s heart squeezed tight.

“Your father’s about to go on a run, you should get a little exercise too,” Charles chirped, punching a few buttons before hopping onto his toes to get the liquid washing detergent from the shelving above. Erik peered around the corner in time to catch the slight glint in Charles’s eye, the twitch in his lips as he thought of something apparently hilarious.

As the barrel inside the washing machine began to turn, Charles gave it a little pat on the lid.

“Good lad, enjoy your spin class,” Charles said, chuckling to himself as Erik’s eyes rolled, though his mouth was curled softly in matched amusement at his silly, adorable, utterly wonderful husband.

Erik was so absorbed in the warm cocoon of his heart that he didn’t notice Charles leaving the laundry, the man almost bumping into right Erik.

“Oh! Erik, you surprised me,” Charles said, not hesitating to slide his arms around Erik’s lithe frame to snuggle him against the wall. Erik’s arms fit around Charles with perfect familiarity, the German man pressing a kiss to Charles’s upturned cheek. “I had thought you already left on your run?”

“I was just about to,” Erik replied softly, Charles tilting his head up further to ask for a kiss, Erik indulging him willingly.

“Bring home some bagels on your way back?” Charles asked hopefully against Erik’s lips, the taller man chuckling.

“Anything for you, Liebling.”

***

When Erik got home from his run, body comfortably tired, he placed the bag of Charles’s favourite bagels on the kitchen counter along with his keys. Glancing around the room in search for his husband, Erik hummed to himself when he saw that it was empty.

Wiping some of his sweat from his face with the hem of his shirt, Erik leisurely made his way through the apartment until he heard the muffled accent of his husband in his study. Erik briefly wondered if the man was talking to Raven or Moira on the phone, but that notion was shot down quickly when Erik looked through the slight gap in the door, silently chuckling.

Charles was sitting at his desk, the papers he had apparently been grading left forgotten as he clapped to himself, the man watching something lazily move across the floor. The thing was near-silent if not for the whisper of a mechanical whir.

“Oh, look at you go!” Charles exclaimed, almost cooing as leaned down on his ornate desk chair, ushering the thing closer. “Come here, girl! Come here! Aw, that’s a good girl!”

The Roomba skittered across the hardwood floors, sucking up the dust and dirt as it went, beginning to approach Charles’s feet. The man giggled as it bumped into his toe, turning in a circle as it recalibrated itself. Charles then laughed at its apparent confusion, now folding himself over to give the device a scratch on its supposed head like it was a puppy.

The Roomba let out a short beep, before turning and sashaying back across the room to find its next pocket of dust.

“My, my, your appetite is quite impressive today,” Charles said, leaning his elbow on the desk as he smiled, watching the Roomba work. “Eat up as much as you can, Roo – you know how Erik is with dust.”

Erik momentarily thought about getting Charles a real dog, imagining his blue eyes widening with love at the tiny creature. He imagined Charles curled up on the couch with the pup on his chest, the two snoozing together. He imagined Charles reading a book with the puppy curled up on his lap. He imagined going on walks with Charles, holding his husband’s hand with his left, the puppy’s leash in the other.

Erik decided that he rather liked those images, filing them away in his mind amongst the many other things he wanted to experience with Charles. Things he would experience with Charles, because they had the rest of their lives to live together, after all. Erik would make sure of it.

But, for now, Erik merely opened the door to the study, Charles immediately looking up with an elated smile on his face, letting out a bright “Erik, you’re home!” Soon, Erik was embracing an armful of Charles, had warm arms draped around his neck, and his favourite pair of berry-red lips on his. “Welcome home, darling. How was your run?”

“Good,” Erik said succinctly, burying his head in Charles’s neck and breathing him in, the man chuckling. Pulling back, Erik kissed Charles on the tip of his nose, his husband’s cheeks warming slightly. “Sorry, I probably smell.”

“You smell like you,” Charles said, nuzzling Erik’s neck in return, and Erik could feel the slope of his husband’s smile against his shoulder. “But, you can go shower. I’ll get the coffee on and reheat those bagels. You did bring the bagels, right?”

“Mm, of course. They’re on the counter,” Erik said, Charles beaming, and disentangling himself with one last kiss to Erik’s cheek.

“Excellent, that’s why I love you, darling,” Charles said, skipping off to the kitchen to claim his bagels, Erik just smiling fondly after him.

Before Erik made his way to the bathroom, he heard Charles begin to speak again, but this time not to him.

No, when Charles spoke he said hello to the coffee machine, good morning to the toaster, and good day to the fridge, while Erik just thought -

And that’s just one of the many reasons why I love you, Charles.

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Mistake: Rafe Cameron x reader (pt. 5)

Summary:  You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

Pairings: former rafe cameron x reader // currently John B x reader (wonder how long teehee) 

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Instead of getting ice cream, the two of you agreed to go on the date. So, John B went home to shower and get ready and you did the same. Just as you were about to dry your hair, a knock sounded on your door. John B never knocks and he’s early.

“coming!” You call out, walking toward the door. When you open it, Rafe’s standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

He scratches the back of his neck and gives you a smile, “Hey.”

“Hey…” You glance over his shoulder and then back at him, “What are you doing here?”

He motions inside and you nod, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way before closing it behind him.

“I wanted to bring you these to apologize for the other night proposing like I did. I also wanted to see if you’d go to the Midsummer’s party with me?” He set the flowers on your counter and faces you.

“Midsummer’s party? I’m a pogue I can’t go to that. That’s for you guys.”

He shakes his head, “I want you to go as my date. You can meet my family properly. It’ll be fun.”

You bite your lip, “I don’t know Rafe.”

“Please? I want you to go with me as my date. I don’t want to take someone else.” He takes your hands in his, “I want you by my side, walking in. It’s kind of a big deal for us. My dad’s the guest of honor.”

“When is it?”

“This weekend.”

You shake your head, “I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear, Rafe.”

“I’ll take you shopping. We can go Friday after your doctor appointment. Spend the afternoon on the mainland like we used too; lunch and shopping, on me?” His eyes are pleading, “Please?”

You finally nod, agreeing, “Okay. Fine.” You’d actually completely forgot about your appointment. Good thing Rafe remembered. 

“I’ll pick you up at 10 Friday morning?” 

“What time is my appointment again?” You pour some water in a vase and set the flowers down in it, setting it on the kitchen table. 

“uh...” He pulls his phone out, checking the calendar, “It’s at 11, but they said they wanted us there at 10:30 for paperwork.” He shows you his phone, pointing to the appointment. 

You look at him, impressed, “You’ve got a calendar?” 

His cheeks flush pink, “I didn’t want to miss anything. I put it in the calendar when they told us at the hospital. It’s obviously a good thing I did because you didn’t remember.” 

You laugh and nod, “I’m pretty sure I was on pain meds when they told me so, I’m off the hook for that one.” 

He chuckles, “you were pretty out of it. Anyways, I’m heading to play golf at the club, so I’ll see you Friday morning?” 

“10 o clock sharp.” 

He smiles, “Bye.” Before stepping out and closing the door behind him. 

~

An hour later there was another knock at the door. You looked in the mirror and fluffed your hair before heading toward the door. There stood John B in one of his nicer shirts and one single flower.

You smiled at the sight, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He hands you the flower, “Saw this on the side on the side of the road and I know how much you love them.”

You put the flower to your nose, “You know me so well.”

“So, I have the whole evening planned.” He holds his arm out to you, “Shall we get going?”

You giggle, grabbing your purse and loop your arm with his, “Yes we shall.”

He leads you to the van, opening the door for you and helping you inside. He closes the door and rounds the van to get in the driver side.

You slip on your seat belt as he starts the van.

~

He pulls into the driveway of the chateau and you look over at him, “John B what do you have planned?”

He gives you a smirk, “You’ll see.” He hops out of the van and leads you out to the dock. Inside his boat is a cooler, blanket and a small basket. “We are going to have dinner on the water tonight. I know how much you love the sunsets on the water.”

You smile and look up at him, “Sounds amazing.”

He steps over into the boat and then holds his hand out for you, which you take, and he helps you step over into the boat. He starts the boat as you slip your shoes off and put them in your bag, tying your hair back. He makes his way down the boat, untying it from the dock and then pushes from the dock. As he takes his seat, you go to your usual spot there in front of him and sit down.

~

He drives around through the marsh a little before picking the perfect spot to watch the sunset over the water.

You stand to go help him with the anchor, but he stops you, “No ma’am. I’ll do it.”

You laugh and sit back down, “Okay, captain.”

He drops the anchor and makes sure it’s secure, “There. Now we can eat.” He jumps down off the front of the boat and lays the blanket out before taking a seat and patting the spot next to him.

You jump up from your seat and sit next to him, “So what’s on the menu?”

He smiles sheepishly, “Nothing fancy but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

“Please tell me it isn’t the same bread JJ ate the other day with the mold on it?” You scrunch up your nose in disgust.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No. I went out and bought new bread.”

You nod, laughing, “Okay good.”

~

The two of you enjoyed your meal, talking and laughing. The sun began to set over the water and gave off an orange glow. He’d fixed himself against the boat and let you slip next to him, head on his chest.

“Y/n?” He asks.

“Yes?” You tilt your head to look up at him.

His finger traces shapes on your back, “Do I have a chance? I mean with you?”

You look down for a second, gathering your thoughts and then look back up at him, “Yeah. Maybe.”

“So if I wanted to..” His finger goes under your chin, “If I wanted to kiss you, you wouldn’t pull away?”

You glanced at his lips, then back at his eyes, shaking your head, “I won’t pull away.”

Slowly the two of you met and your lips connect. This wasn’t like the first time you two had kissed. He’d caught you off guard in the worst moment but this. This wasn’t unexpected. You were ready for it and to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop.

His hand moves to your cheek and you sit up, hands going into his hair as you swing your legs over his lap, straddling him. His body sits up a little, hands in your hair then hands at your back, pulling you closer to him. Your hands are in his hair and at his neck. You didn’t want him to pull away.

He slowly lays you back down on the blanket and hovers over you. Your hands tug at his shirt and he pulls back a little. Both of your lips are red and swollen and breathing heavily, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “I’m sure.” and pull him back in for another hungry kiss. You two make love right there on the blanket as the sun sets slowly behind you.

~

You don’t remember falling asleep but the sound of a phone ringing and the sun rising above you are what woke you up. You groan and try to move, but something’s holding you there. When you open your eyes, you’re met with John B’s face. His mouth slightly opened. You gently traced marks on his bare chest, “John B…” You whispered and began peppering his chest with kisses.

He slowly stirs, pulling you closer to him, “Well good morning..” He smirks.

“Good morning.” You smile, kissing him, “Your phone is going off.”

He groans, “It’s not important. Lay back down.” He says as you try to get up.

“I have to see who it is.” You laugh, pulling away from his body and slipping on his shirt, grabbing his phone from the small compartment at the wheel, “It’s JJ.” You say walking back over to him and handing it to him. You start picking up the clothes and then take a seat next to him.

“Hello?”

“John B! Where the hell are you man? We had plans to go fishing. We’re all waiting here at the dock for you!”

He groans, running his hand over his face, “Shit, JJ I completely forgot. We’ll be there soon.”

“We? Who’s we? Are you with-”

“Bye JJ!” He quickly hangs up, both of you bursting into laughter.

“Oops.” You laugh, handing him his boxers and shorts. Leaning over you press a kiss to his lips, “We better head back.”

He pulls you onto his chest and kisses you, “They can wait a few more minutes.” Let’s just say it was longer than a few more minutes.

~

The two of you managed to finally pull away from each other and get dressed. You had tried giving John B back his shirt, but he shook his head, “Looks better on you.”  So, he went shirtless.

As he drove the boat, you sat on his leg, fiddling with his hair. You could see the pogues waiting on the dock at the Chateau as you drove up.

“is that y/n?” Kie asked as you guys got closer, pushing her glasses down on her nose.  

“Holy shit! Dude!” JJ laughed when he realized it was you on his lap and in his shirt, “No fucking way.”

“So, this happened?” Pope asks, grabbing the edge of the boat as John B drifts in, holding it while Kie and JJ stepped in, then jumping in his self.

“Nice one dude!” JJ says, holding his hand out for a high five.

You roll your eyes and John B slaps it away.

“Okay we forgive you for being late.” Pope says, taking a seat.

Kie raises an eyebrow at you and you get up from John B’s lap and go to sit next to Kie to give her all the details.

~

“That sounds so romantic!” Kie gushed.

You giggle and nod, “It really was. I mean the night was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better first date with John B.”

“So, I take it you have your answer then? You’re picking John B?” Kie asks, looking at the front of the boat to make sure the boys weren’t listening. They were focused on fishing.

Biting your lip, you look at John B. He laughed at something Pope said and glanced back over his shoulder at you, flashing a smile. You returned the smile and then looked at Kie, nodding, “He’s it for me.”  

~

As you guys made your way through marina, another boat passed by. You were seated on John B’s lap as he drove, his arm wrapped around your hip.

“I think that’s Topper and Sarah.” JJ says, “That boat is like 50 grand. easy.”

“It is a nice boat.” Pope adds. “Guess that’s what you can drop 50 grand on when you’re a kook.”  

You watched as Sarah tilted her sunglasses at you two, shaking her head before turning her attention back to Topper. “What was that about?” You ask, looking at John B.

“Not sure. No telling with the kook princess. Maybe she’s just jealous of us or something.” He gives your hip a squeeze and kisses your shoulder.

You nod but can’t help but look back at the boat as they passed by. Was it because of Rafe or something else?

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