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đ€His face is so expressive holy shit đ€
#joost klein#joost#joost edit#joostice#justice for joost#esc 2024#esc24#apson#europapa#stuntje#what other expressions can he make đ#gods Iâm gonna get my brain all fuzzy thinking dirty thoughts about him#heâs so fucking hot in everything he wears too like fuck off you pretty fucking asshole#reject me first before being so hot
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some postgame doodles for pride month
#martzipan#komahina#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#domestic kmhn likers pspspsps cmere#i never draw just fluff/domestic things bc i get too in my feelings lmao. this one was no exception#i had to take a break midway through bc i got sappy. IT'S OK THO we got it done :3#neways these tie into some headcanons of mine so i'm gonna share 'em here#mainly i hc them having little ways where they just look out for each other#komaeda is usually the only one who can convince hinata to take a goddamn break without having to forcefully drag him away from his work#bc hinata does NOT take enough breaks. and he does not listen to reason#until there is a komaeda who is tired and can't go to sleep without his human teddy bear :((( can't let him go to bed aloneeee#n i think hinata just. casually feeds komaeda ALL the time#bc he won't eat enough on his own. and if you offer him food he'll be inclined to see it as a nicety and try to reject it#but if you just. Put Food In Front Of His Mouth. he'll eat it#it's kind of a reflex like komaeda doesn't realize he's being fed most of the time#they take care of each other bc they won't take care of themselves otherwise lmao. it's a little dysfunctional but they're trying#i think once they've recovered enough to be able to just enjoy each other's company they get REALLY really giggly#they have a lot of teenage/young adult love stuff to catch up on and since they didn't really have a puppy love phase. they laugh a lot#they'll try to do something tender or sweet but then one of them will start to laugh. and then it's not long before the other breaks#komaeda usually breaks first. bc he's always in awe of just how happy he is. bc he never thought he COULD be this happy#not without hell looming just over the horizon anyways#when hinata breaks first it's bc he's thinking of how much they've both been through and put each other through#and he's just sort of like 'how the fuck did we end up here'#(btw komaeda snorts when he's trying not to laugh. this is just fact trust me)#OH AND I HAVE MANY HEADCANONS ABT THEIR SLEEP STUFFS#as stated hinata runs hot and komaeda runs cold. but ALSO#hinata's a sprawler. komaeda gets Clingy. it works out for them tho#if komaeda doesn't have hinata to hold like a body pillow he'll curl into the tightest little ball. it gives him back pain lmao#oh and yes. they absolutely wake up with their legs incredibly tangled together
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FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 â for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3
Men In Uniform Do It Best!
Dirty Lil' Secrets
A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)
I'm Addicted, I Admit It!
Give Me Tough Love
Never Ever Seen This Before!
We Don't Have No Babies!
Like A Fever
Bad Things (To You)
Prettier When Messy!
Care For You!
Green-eyed Monster
So Lonely In My Mansion!
Kiss Me More!
Girl, I Do This Often
Cause, I Love Freaks!
Sl*t Me Out!
Match My Freak!
WAP!
R U Mine?
Hot To Go!
Girl, You Earned It!
I'm A BIG Stepper!
BODY-ODY!
SOOO ANXIOUS
Long Overdue!
THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!
The Family Matter?!
I-T G-I-R-L!
I Lasted Ten Rounds!
BRAT!
She's My Vitals!
ONE-SHOTS
Three's a Crowd (But Four...) â âSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?â âWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?â In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] â There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancĂ©.
Dream A Little Dream â For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you.Â
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
One More? Please? â A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something moreâŠwell, itâs only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
Hope They Catch Us â When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Unmistakably Yours â In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatឣ, to do what heâs always wanted to do - you.
Madam Gojo â Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
The Heir â No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
LONGFICS
The Call â After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but itâs so hard when he kisses you like that.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy â He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] â You wouldnât fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paidâŠis what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.
Unhoneymooners!? â The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cĂłck. You just didnât know what would come first.
AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! â When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂșcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Bad Boys Bring Roses â Youâve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
The Way You Kiss Me â The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friendâs pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesnât.
Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) â Oh no! Why do your pantĂes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answerâŠ
Haunting You â A bIoody trail of vampire attĂĄcks, a political marriage, and four suitors youâre forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.
You'll Taste Me Too! â How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You donât - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
We Neva Play! â Turns out, the ârâ in rivals stands for âreally good sĂ©xâ when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.
Something Stupid â Five times the strongest would rather dĂe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.
ONE-SHOTS
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Like An Animal â Of course Toji doesnât want any more kids. Of course heâs lying as he stuffs your pretty cĂșnt full of his cĂșm for the third time tonight.
Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You â When your date stands you up, youâre lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!Â
Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... â You donât know whatâs faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast youâre on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.
F*ck You! (Literally) â Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.
LONGFICS
Government Hooker â With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didnât think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Madam Zenin â Thereâs nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take whatâs most important to him. You.
ONE-SHOTS
Brooklyn Baby â Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesnât want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldnât give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Golden Boy â Falling right back in love with the cult leader youâre supposed to kĂll? Happens more often than youâd think.
LONGFICS
ONE-SHOTS
Initiation! â âJust a small initiation, nothing too serious.â Couldnât be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
A Million Dollar Baby! â Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.
LONGFICS
ONE-SHOTS
Welcome To The Itadori's! â Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.Â
FIVE! â Five hours - itâs all it takes for Chosoâs baby fever to take over. After all, youâd look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.
LONGFICS
Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) â When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Freak On The Cam! â Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
ONE-SHOTS
Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) â In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
LONGFICS
Exes who...
Love Is Blind
âShe My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.â
Wanna Do Bad Things To You
I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera
Lemme Ride, Baby!
Can I Fill You Up, Baby?
"Pull On It. Harder."
Little Heaven
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opposites attract | s. reid
summary; spencer would give the world to be your person, even after you argue that you two are too different.
warnings; fem reader, pining!spencer, lowkey pining!reader, bombshell!reader, rejection, reader is described as confident and more of a black cat, insecurities, doubting, a bad date mentioned, happy ending, spencer lowkey gets frustrated, reader has tattoos.
an; messy and switches perspectives whoopsies. Idk how many words, a lot. Too many.
Two years. That was how long Spencer had been a complete and utter mess. Two years since his brain didnât quite function the same, he remained intelligent, sure, but god so incomplete. Two years since you started at the BAU, two years since he met you.
You were out of his league. He had decided it the moment he laid eyes on you. You were stunning, absolutely perfect in anyones gaze. You were everything he could ever want and more, not just physically. Your laugh, your voice, the way you spoke to everyone around you, gentle, warm. The way you sat quietly in the corner most days, not because you felt out of place, nor shy, not because you didnât enjoy being there, but just because no matter where in a room you were, your presence was known. Especially to Spencer.
He tried to pretend that he didnât fall completely in love with you the first time the two of you ever had a conversation and you spoke to him with a smile, listened to him, he tried to pretend the scent of your perfume didnât make him lightheaded, and the sight of your tattoo that he only saw on occasionâs didnât make him wonder if you had more, what made you get it, was there meaning?
Spencer wanted to know everything about you, he wanted to live in your brain and know your every like and dislike, what made you smile a little wider, what made you unable to stop laughing, what your favourite drink was, what colour you liked the most, where your family was from, your middle name.
Spencer would stop the world to know you.
That was impossible to hide, even two years later. He tried, so many times to get your attention, to be the subject of your fascination. It didnât help that every-time you looked in his direction his skin grew ten temperatures too warm and his head spun.
He tried asking you out, twice. Sort of.
The first time was too subtle, too rambling and hidden in the mix of stutters and hot cheeks, fidgeting hands. Because you were looking at him, with a gaze so intense and caring, patient.
How was he ever suppose to talk when you were looking at him like that? Like there was something that made him worth the gravity the warmth in your eyes held.
âWould you date me?â It was blurted out on a Tuesday afternoon, you were standing beside him as the buzz of the bullpen had calmed down, your gaze was focused on reorganising the files on his desk, his gaze was on you. You were reorganising because you didnât like the way he had done it, and it had been âbuggingâ you for weeks.
Spencer loved the way his files were organised, but he loved you more.
It was stupid, he didnât even mean to say it. It was out of place leaving his lips and he knew it the moment your head turned towards him and a sweet laugh left your lips, not mocking him, god you would never. It was a laugh of shock, confusion, maybe even surprise.
âAre you asking me out?â You asked, raising your eyebrow slightly as you met his eyes. His cheeks heated before he could help it, eyes went wide because he had no idea what he was doing.
âWhat- I- no.â His voice was an octave higher, a tell sign he was nervous, if you needed any more tell signs between the fidgeting of his hands, his bright pink cheeks and his avoidant gaze. You smiled as you shook your head, looking back at the files on his desk, he watched your hand as your ran your finger along them once they were organised neatly, anyone else he mightâve cringed at the sight, but it was you.
âI donât think soâ You had mumbled in response and Spencer felt the world shift into an imbalance. You said it so casually. He didnât know if his heart was beating too fast or if it was breaking. You turned your head back to look at him, a frown on your lips when you saw the frown that had snuck its way onto his features before he could even realise.
âNot because you arenât great. Or attractive. You are â You definitely are. I just think we are too different.â You said. His eyebrows knitted together as he met your eyes. He hated the fact you were frowning, he hated the fact he was frowning. He hated what you had just said, god he loved you.
âRightâ he didnât know what to say.
âSpenceâ You spoke through a warm huff of laughter, shaking your head as you twisted your body to face him fully, your hip leaning against the desk as you crossed your arms over your chest. He watched your hair fall down the sides of your face, over your shoulders. He wondered if you had changed your shampoo since the last time, the only time you had hugged him a few weeks ago, when he had gotten the chance to breath it in, and then it was all he thought about for weeks.
You smiled at him and it was contagious, despite the ache in his chest and overwhelming sense of illness in his stomach, you were smiling. âI think youâre amazing, i always haveâ you started and his cheeks warmed more. âBut we are complete oppositeâs.â
He wanted to argue you. Say that he could change and be more like you, more like the guys he had seen pick you up after work, he could be whatever you wanted. He could be someone. Someone to you.
But he didnât.
That was the last time Spencer had attempted to ask you out, you never bought it up. You never questioned it again, you didnât push you ask why he wanted to know. Spencer remained sickeningly in love with everything about you, you remained pretending to not notice.
Why were you here? You couldnât quite remember or find the time to think about it properly between the noise surrounding the fancy restaurant you were in and the sickening long rant the boy in front of you was going on. Something about a business, something about saving it, something egotistical and sickeningly boring.
The date starts out fine. Itâs all small talk at firstâwork, hobbies, the usual pleasantries. But soon, you realize that Mark has a lot to say. About himself. A lot.
âAnd then I closed the deal,â he says, recounting some work story about how he single-handedly saved his company from financial ruin. He leans back in his chair, smiling like heâs just told you the most fascinating thing in the world. You nod politely, but your mind starts to wander. His voice fades into the background as you think about something else, someone else.
Spencer.
You wonder what heâs doing right now. Probably at home, curled up with a book, or maybe heâs watching a documentary. You can almost picture him, pacing around his apartment, muttering facts to himself about some obscure topic that no one but him finds interesting. But you love that about him. Heâs so passionate about everything, even the things that most people would overlook. And heâs never trying to show off. He just loves sharing what he knows.
You try to pay attention to the guy in front of you, you really really do. But god he is so boring. You wonder how quickly you could get one of your friends to come save you from this horror of a date. You wonder how long you would have to hide in the bathroom for before he disappeared.
Markâs voice pulls you back to reality. âSo, what do you think?â he asks.
âHmm?â You blink, realizing youâve missed the last five minutes of whatever he was talking about.
âI was saying,â he repeats, a little slower this time, âI just think itâs amazing how people like me can juggle so many things at once. Donât you think?â
You smile, but itâs strained. âSure, thatâs impressive.â
As the date drags on, you start to notice little things. Like the way Mark talks to the waiter, snapping his fingers for attention, barely looking up from his phone when the waiter brings the food. He doesnât say thank you. Not once. Itâs subtle, but it grates on you. You find yourself cringing, wondering if anyone else notices.
He was much more interesting when he asked you out a few nights ago at a bar, when you were drunk. Why had you agreed? Maybe drunk you saw something sober you didnât. Or maybe drunk you just saw a male who was conventionally attractive and made you laugh. You wondered how low the bar was
You didnât have a lot of time to wonder before you heard your name from behind you, your head spun and you almost cried with gratefulness when you saw Penelope standing there, a wide grin on her face, and then Spencer standing beside her, he offered you a gentle shy wave that made your heart warm.
âOh my gosh! Do you guys want to come sit?â You asked, praying they said yes, praying that Penelope noticed the wide urgent look in your eyes and understood that you were begging. You were genuinely begging for a conversation about anything other than Markâs biggest accomplishments.
âOh- We donât want to interrupt.â Spencer mumbled, looking between you and Mark, the two of you sitting opposite sides of the booth you were in. You noticed the look in Spencerâs eye, you knew what it was. He didnât want to sit there while you were on a date with someone else. Clearly he misread the urgency in your gaze.
âNo! Mark doesnât mind? Do you mind Mark?â You asked, spinning your head around to face Mark who was confused on the two people and why they were talking to you. Why they had interrupted him. You had to hold back the urge to roll your eyes.
âUh..â he started, you cut him off. âHe doesnât mind. Come sit.â You shuffled over to make room for the two.
Penelope slides into the booth beside you, while Spencer takes the seat across from you, next to Mark. He looks nervous, his fingers tapping against the edge of the table, but he offers you a small, shy smile.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â you ask, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling up inside you.
âOh, we were just nearby, and I figured weâd grab something to eat,â Penelope says.
Spencer fidgets with his napkin, glancing at you, then back at the table. âI-I was telling Penelope about this, uh, documentary I watched the other night. Itâs about the history of the subway system in New York. I think youâd really like it.â
You raise an eyebrow. âReally?â
He nods, his eyes lighting up as he starts to explain. âYeah, itâs fascinating, actually. They had to navigate all these geological challenges, and the engineering behind it is incredible. I know you mentioned once that youâre interested in architecture, and I thought you might appreciate how they designed the stations.â
You stare at him for a moment, surprised. You donât even remember telling him that you liked architecture, but he did. And now, here he is, rambling about a documentary he thinks youâd enjoy, not because heâs trying to impress you, but because he genuinely thought youâd find it interesting.
Meanwhile, Mark is looking more and more uncomfortable, clearly not enjoying the conversation. He cuts in, talking over Spencer to launch into another story about himself, but youâre barely listening anymore. Instead, youâre watching Spencer, noticing how different he is from Mark. Spencer, whoâs always so considerate, who listens more than he talks, who looks at you like youâre the most important person in the room, even when heâs nervous.
And then thereâs Mark, who hasnât asked you a single question all night, whoâs rude to the waiter, and whoâs more interested in hearing himself talk than getting to know you.
âI think I might head off..â Mark muttered, clearly annoyed at the fact you had not only been interrupted on your date, but also frustrated that you were paying more attention to Spencer than him. You couldnât care less.
âOh okay! Have a good nightâ You smiled, sickeningly nice as he shuffled his way past Spencer to leave the table. He glanced at you once, not saying anything before he walked away.
âHe was an asshole!!â Penelope bursts out into laughter the minute Mark was out of earshot, you immediately joined her laughter while Spencer remained quiet, shuffling around on the now empty side of the booth.
âThose are the type of guys you go out with?â He asked, his voice was quiet, almost offended. You wish you understood why when you stopped laughing at met his gaze. You opened your mouth to talk as the tension around the table grew.
âHey! Donât judge!â She gasped out, pointing her finger dramatically at Spencer, clearly not noticing his underlying feelings and why he had even said anything, you did. âItâs slim pickings out here!!â
Spencer hummed, tapping his fingers against the table as he avoided meeting your gaze. You frowned slightly. Soon enough the conversation fell back into rhythm, flowing like it did any other time. They ate, you paid since it was your date. Then Penelope left.
You stood outside of the restaurant, looking around the busy streets. âHow are you getting home?â Spencer asked, his gaze meeting yours as you tilted your head upwards to look at him, you couldnât not smile. It was impossible not to smile around Spencer.
âUh- Walking. I walked. Itâs really not far.â You nodded to support your words as you buried your hands inside the warmth of your pockets. You had been in a state since Spencer had gotten there, a state you couldnât quite explain. Silently lost in thought, a state of confusion? Maybe realisation.
âIâll walk you home. Its late.â He said it like it was a no brainer. Like it was the most obvious thing for him to do. No date you had ever been on had offered you walk you home.
Every time Spencer speaks, you feel yourself softening, smiling without even realizing it. His nervous energy, the way he fumbles over his words, itâs all so endearing. Heâs not trying to prove anything to you. He just wants to share the things he loves with you, and itâs the sweetest thing.
âOkay.â You breathe out the silent agreement before your feet find rhythm next to Spencerâs as you walk down the street, the post lights causing an orange glow across the ground, across his face.
âTheres a study.â Spencer started, his breathe coming out warm against the cold air causing a fog of steam to follow his breath, you watched it for an moment before your eyes flickered to the side of his face, youâre still walking, his gaze doesnât meet yours.
âThat uhâ Shows that opposites attract, itâs more of a theory, since scientifically it doesnât actually work like that â although negatives are attracted to positives if youâre looking at electricity â but uh- People believe that a lot of people are attracted to people opposite them, because each person offers something the other lacks, making the relationship feel more complete.. Majority of relationships that are built off of opposites work better than people who are too similar because theres more of a balance.. its chaotic but, it uh â it works.â
He was nervous. You could tell. Your breath hitched slightly as he spoke, as he brought it up again. Your mind tried to process the overload of information he had mumbled out. You tried to process it.
âSo scientifically we wouldnât work.â You huffed out. He laughed. Genuinely laugh, it was breathy and quiet but genuine and it made your heart warm.
âTechnicallyâ but theoreticallyââ
You cut him off, a rare occurrence, âI thought you were a science guy.â You mumbled.
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. âI think I am just a you guy.â
You didnât know what to say. It was sweet in a way that your brain couldnât process. He was going against everything he believed to be correct because he wanted you?
âI thought data and statistics are the most reliable source of information.â You mumbled the response, words he had said, probably months ago. Why were you fighting him on this? Why were you fighting yourself on this? You werenât sure.
âSure; most of the time. But they are subjective. Especially when talking about psychologically. Each couple, each set of people â theyâre different.â He said, his gaze didnât meet yours. You pulled your eyes away to focus on the street in front of you. You were getting closer to your house, yet part of you wanted to stay right here.
âYou think we could work?â You asked. It was a whisper.
He paused, you could see him nod in your peripheral. âI do. Iâd make it work, iâd do anything.â Maybe it came out more desperate than he had intended, you found it sweet.
You found him sweet.
âSpencerâ you paused your movements and his stopped with yours. His body turned to face you as you looked up at him. His eyes were pleading, desperate, hoping. It almost made your heart ache at the slight fear in them, that you were going to maybe reject him again.
But you found him sweet.
âId date you.â You answered the question he had asked maybe months ago now, you didnât realise until now that you had conveniently stopped outside your house. You turned your head to look at the front door before back at Spencer.
âCan i- uh- Will you- I-â He stuttered and your heart warmed at his nervous attempt to ask you out.
âYes.â You answered gently, saving him the hassle. Maybe being different was a good thing. Maybe you could beat the statistics that proved otherwise.
Maybe opposites did attract.
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moody bf!Simon :(
Bf!Simon x reader, make-up sex after an argument
Tags: afab!reader, p in v, smut, NSFW, desperate sex, far from canon simon, I write with badjhur's voice in my ear, not proofread, quick read
Notes: this is your friendly reminder not to write your fics directly on tumblr because it will lag and will not post your work and you have to write it again </3
Bf!Simon hates arguments, hates confrontation, and hates the silence that comes with it after you two have a heated exchange. Usually, when you argued at home, you would have time to cool off before talking, making up and forgetting how the argument happened in the first place.
This was different. You were invited to a small get-together with friends, and immediately, Simon wasn't a big fan of the idea. With the stress from work and his general disinterest in those kinds of social events, he was less than excited to attend.
However, you wanted to go, saying that it would be good to go out more, and plus, you didn't want to reject the invite, it wasn't like you went out often anyway.
With a bit of convincing, Simon reluctantly agreed and you could enjoy your time there... Right?
Wrong.
Here you were, driving home silently after an argument that happened which led to some unpleasant words being exchanged between the two of you which led to the car being filled with an awkward silence all the way home.
When you arrived home and came up on the driveway, he parked the car and stepped out, slamming the door behind him and walking ahead of you to the front door, fishing the keys out from his pocket to open the door with you following behind him.
Once inside the dimly lit home, and after taking off your shoes, you noticed that simon was leaning up against the wall, eyes locked on your figure and you could tell that he was still thinking about the argument.
You stood in front of him, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife as your eyes locked with his, noticing how they darkened when he looked at you.
The silence was deafening... Just the two of you standing in complete and utter silence as the air grew thicker with tension... And a sort of frustration that was starting to rise up between you...
Suddenly...
Simon stepped forward, and without another thought, your arms reached out, wrapping around his neck as your lips crashed in a sloppy and messy kiss with Simon wasting no time in claiming your mouth, delving his tongue past your lips.
"Fuckin' stubborn woman you are..." He groaned, panting as the kiss broke only for a moment before his lips were back on yours, coming back with more urgency as he wrapped his arms around you, already pulling at your clothes.
Simon began to lead you through the dark home and into the living room, a sense of urgency in your steps as you made your way through the house, the kiss only breaking for a mere few seconds before you were back at it again.
You were a tangled mess, stumbling through the darkness, throwing your clothes off in corners neither of you didn't really care for, ending up with Simon on the couch with you standing between his legs, bodies bare and heated.
"C'mere, baby..." He mutters, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, hands greedily palming your ass to spread your legs and pull you into his lap, straddling him.
He pulls you close, skin to skin with your chest pressed tight against his, lips crashing against each other in another heated, and urgent kiss, coming back with a renewed fervor, his lips moving to your neck and trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat.
"Ride me..." He groans against your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, branding you as his own, with his fingers now digging into the flesh of your hips, moving you on top of him, grinding against his aching cock.
"Let me feel you, love... Let me feel that sweet fuckin' pussy..." He groaned, inhaling your scent like a starved man as he lifted your hips, his face still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, whispering his praises...
As he lifted your hips, one of his hands trailed down the underside of your thigh, spreading you wider as he slowly pushed you down his throbbing cock, stretching you open with a guttural groan.
"Fuck yes... Such a tight fuckin' cunt... Made for me... Just for me, baby..." I breathed, his lips moving upwards again until his lips were right up against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he slowly began to guide your hips...
"Just like that, baby... Ride me just how I like it, yeah? Such a good fuckin' girl..." He praised, moaning lowly into your ear as he guided your movements, letting you adjust before he allowed you to move on your own.
As soon as you found your pace, your hips moving in a steady rocking motion, it drives Simon crazy, his head leaning forward again to bury his face into your neck, moaning and groaning against your skin.
"Mmmn... M'Sorry, baby... For earlier, for the arguments..." He babbled into your skin, kissing your neck and shoulder as he got lost in the pleasure, overcome by the ecstasy that he felt with you, and you only.
"Fuckin' hate fighting with you... Don't wanna fight with you..." He added, his voice holding promise, laced with reverence as he began to thrust up into you, burying his head impossibly deeper against your neck as he held your hips in place.
"Gonna fill you up, baby... Show you how sorry I am, yeah?" He mumbled, relishing in the way your breath hitched with every buck of his hips into you, pistoning his cock deep inside your sopping cunt, driven by how perfect you feel, wrapped tight around him.
"Gonna cum deep inside this perfect pussy... Let you feel how much I love you, sweet girl..."
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â tell me & iâll be around
⥠farm! ellie williams x fem! reader
synopsis: with ellie working so hard in the sweltering heat of summer, you decide to treat her to a special night
a/n: first time writing on my phone dont be too harsh lol
warnings: domestic life, farm au, no apocalypse just lesbian sex, stressed ellie, tooth rotting fluff, alcohol consumption, established relationships, tradwife beginnings i fear, kissing, fingering (e! receiving), cunnilingus (e! receiving), sub top ellie i guess?? i dont know, mentions of spit, just porn with very poor plot
wc: 3k
Summer days brought along a sun that refused to yield, the farm consumed by a dry heat that was nearly unbearable.Â
Unfortunately, it was a rather important time of the year for you and your girlfriend, as the animals needed tending to and the crops had to be monitored and well watered. But Ellie refused to let you do anything at all, her brows furrowing with hesitation whenever you pleaded to at least help her with the animals in the morning when the heat has not yet reached its peak.Â
Yet time and time again, Ellie rejects your offer ever so gently, her voice as soft as butter melting on the hot asphalt as she speaks to you. âYou know I feel better with you in the house, sugar. I donât mind workinâ alone, plus I canât have a pretty thing like you beinâ out in this heat now, can I?âÂ
She knew how to sweet talk you whenever you started overthinking, yet the memory of her words offered you no comfort as you watched her from the large window in the kitchen. You could see the way her thin white tanktop was clinging to her tanned skin, sweat soaking through the material so that you could almost see every detail of her toned body. She was working away, feeding all the animals one last time before turning in for the night.Â
Her muscles tensed as she carried tin buckets of food out to the barn and you have to try your best to not get distracted, rushing into the kitchen to grab exactly what you knew she was going to be craving after a long day.Â
You were going to spoil her and take care of her if it was the last thing you did, as she deserves just as much attention as she gives to you.Â
The sound of heavy footsteps on the porch makes you perk up, the wooden door creaking open before it slams shut. For a moment all you can hear is the soft whirring of the small fan that was in the kitchen, unable to see Ellie from your position in the kitchen.Â
Her tired voice finally breaks the silence, the sound of her unlacing her boots being all too familiar. âYou mind grabbinâ me a beer from the fridge, babydoll?â she asks before she lets out a sigh of relief as she falls back onto the fluffy couch residing in the living room.Â
You were ecstatic with the little plan you had created, as it was already playing out perfectly. With her beer in hand, you make your way toward her as you try to mask your excitement. âAlready have one ready for you, babyâ you hum, the ice cold beer already popped open for her so she wouldnât have to do anything but enjoy her drink after a long day.Â
Ellie takes the bottle from your hands, a pleased grin on her features as she looks up at you from where sheâs sitting. âWell look at you, so smartâ she praises smoothly, always finding a way to make your tummy fill with butterflies.Â
Her freckled cheeks are all rosy from being out in the sun and you canât help but frown in the slightest as she sips her beer, knowing that she must be exhausted. After a long sip, Ellie glances at you and a look of worry appears as she takes notice of your distress.Â
âSomethinâ on your mind?â she asks gently, one hand keeping a firm hold on the glass bottle while the other reaches out to carefully pull you onto her lap. There is no roughness in her touch, only an indescribable tenderness that left you feeling warm inside.Â
Youâre quick to give her a reassuring smile, shaking your head as you get comfortable on her lap as she leans back on the couch to relax. âNothing really, just thinking maybe you want a massage after working so hard all dayâ you suggest, not wanting her to be pestered by your concerns for her well being, as youâd rather focus on actively taking care of her.Â
A goofy grin appears on Ellieâs lips, an airy chuckle coming quickly afterwards. âA massage?â she questions, seeming surprised at the suggestion. âYou must be spoiling me tonight, hm?â she muses in a playful manner.Â
Although she was absolutely right.Â
Tonight would be about her and her only, as she spoiled you rotten every single day and she was more than overdue for some extra attention and care.Â
You just give a small shrug, your fingers lightly tracing shapes on the soft skin of her neck, small beads of sweat still rolling down her skin even after being inside for a bit. âJust think you deserve something specialâ you hum, not wanting to pressure her into anything at all.Â
Your gentle tone is enough to make Ellieâs shoulders relax, unknowingly leaning into your touch as you graze her skin with your fingertips. âIâd really love that, sugarâ she mutters, letting out a soft sigh as she finishes up her beer.Â
Her agreement is enough to make your heart soar with excitement, as all you want to do is help her feel good. âYour wish is my commandâ you state in a playful tone, always seeming to fall into the roll of a housewife when you were with Ellie.Â
With a quick kiss to her cheek, you pluck the empty beer bottle from her hands and head to the kitchen to dispose of it. âHow boutâ you go take a real quick shower to relax and Iâll be waiting for you as soon as youâre doneâ you suggest, calling out to her from the kitchen.Â
Ellie lets out a small huff at the suggestion, never enjoying getting cleaned up after a long day. Nonetheless, she stands to her feet, stretching her arms above her head before glancing in the direction of the kitchen. âYouâre not cominâ with?â she asks in her usual southern drawl, a bit pouty since you usually did join her.Â
âIâll be waiting in the room once youâre all done, promise!â you chirp happily, reassuring her enough to make her head up the creaky stairs one by one so that she can reach the upstairs bathroom.Â
You set the empty bottle on the counter and wait until you hear the water start up before you begin to walk up the stairs. Quickly discarding your clothes onto the floor, you change into a light blue babydoll nightgown that just so happened to be Ellieâs favorite one to see you in. Tonight was supposed to be a treat for her after all so you wanted every detail to be perfect.Â
You only have to wait a few more minutes after settling onto your shared plush bed, the water cutting off as Ellie finishes up. The anticipation is almost killing you, the excitement of being able to do something for her making you dizzy with delight.Â
Finally, she exits the steamy bathroom, a loose white t-shirt and red plaid boxers being her pajamas of choice for the night. Her short hair still has droplets of water that seep into the fabric of her shirt as she walks towards you, yet she doesnât seem to mind at all.Â
Within a second of seeing you, she is already smiling brightly, treating you as if you were Godâs gift to this planet. âYou got all dolled up just for me, baby?â she questions, even if she already knew the answer.Â
You nod eagerly as she settles on the bed, guiding her so that sheâs sitting up with her back facing your chest, settling comfortably between your legs. âCourseâ I didâ you reply with a sugary sweet tone, your hands smoothing over her shoulders and gently tracing down her biceps ever so gently.Â
Your touch alone is enough to have her melting, completely under your control when you have her like this. You make quick work of beginning the massage, delicate hands kneading her shoulders to help relieve some tension. A low moan escapes her lips, relief washing over her after a long day in the scorching heat.Â
âMy poor baby, working all day just to take care of meâ you coo, purposely placing your lips next to her ear so your breath fans against her sensitive neck. Your words make Ellieâs mind go fuzzy and all she can do is nod, her voice almost sounding like a whimper. âSâ so hot today, too hotâ she states, groaning a bit as you slide your hands underneath her shirt so you can really soothe her aching back.Â
âI know, I know. But you did so well, always making me so proudâ you coo, knowing just how to get inside her head and make her mind quiet down so that she can relax completely. Your words of praise go straight to her head and she is reduced to a complete mess, a soft groan being tugged from her lips as you press wet kisses down the side of her neck.Â
âBet you want some relief after all that hard work, hm? Want me to help make you feel good?â you question softly, only to be met with an overly eager nod from her. âNeed your help, doll. So tired, I just need youâ she sighs, her head tilting back so that you can gently nibble at the soft skin of her neck to leave little marks that she would wear proudly the next few days.Â
Her words make you feel ecstatic, her tone proof of your ability to help soothe her. You give a little âawhâ before pressing one last kiss to her neck before helping her change positions, having her lean back against the countless fluffy pillows that littered the bed so that she could get comfortable.Â
Intimacy seemed to come naturally to the two of you so there is no hesitation when Ellie lifts her hips for you so that you can carefully slide down her boxers, discarding them onto the floor so they are completely out of your way. You settle on your tummy between her thighs, nearly drooling at the sight of her.Â
Yet you remind yourself to take things slow, to please her as much as you possibly can. You glance up at her only to find that she is already looking down at you, a dazed smile crossing her features at how perfect you look when youâre between her legs.Â
You make an effort to keep eye contact as you pepper her inner thighs with small kisses, some quick pecks while others are slow and wet, your tongue lapping at her warm skin. The gasps she lets out are enough to fuel the fire that burns within your tummy, your eyes finally flickering downward to focus on the task at hand.Â
The need to bring her pleasure is overwhelming and yet you manage to take things slow for her sake, not wanting to overwhelm her at any point. âThatâs it, baby, relax for meâ you hum, your breath warm against her aching cunt as she spreads her legs open a bit further for you.Â
Your words only make her whinier and you canât help but feel pleased with your ability to make the big and tough Ellie nothing more than a whimpering mess. You spread her open, wanting to see all of her before you got started.Â
âTell me what you need, wanna hear you say itâ you plead, wanting to hear it for yourself. Ellie doesnât protest at all, her arm covering her face as she pants from the feeling of being so exposed to you. âFuck, need you to eat me out. Wanna feel that pretty tongue of yours on my cuntâ she huffs out, the filthy words sounding heavenly as they roll off her tongue.Â
Thatâs all you need before you get to work, licking a long stripe up her pussy slow enough to make her feel weak. She lets out the sweetest moan youâve ever heard and you feel much more confident in your ability to give her the pleasure she deserves.Â
Small kitten licks ensue, as you know she enjoys being teased. You give her just enough to keep her pleading for more, your tongue circling around her clit yet never properly brushing against it. âCâmon, fuck, just a little moreâ she pleade breathlessly, her lips parting to take in as much air as she can possibly get.Â
Ellie isnât one to beg too often, preferring to keep a tough facade. With this knowledge, you know she must be incredibly needy to be acting this way and you werenât going to punish her for doing so. Obeying her pleas, you decide to give her even more than she asked for, closing your lips around her clit and sucking softly.Â
The pressure has her crying out, every curse in the book being muttered by her as she squirms under your touch. âJust like that, sugar. So good for meâ she praises, managing to make your heart flutter even with your face buried in her cunt.Â
You keep it up for a bit before refocusing your attention on her slit, pressing your tongue against her perfectly so that you can fuck into her simply using her tongue. The angle seems to work perfectly, as your nose nudges her clit while you fuck her open, her saccharine taste making your mind go completely blank.Â
Ellie has never been a patient person and now is no different, rocking her hips in time with the thrusts of your tongue, practically fucking your face just to get what she wants. Itâs not as if you mind, as youâre simply here to appease her.Â
You want to bring her to the edge, knowing just how to get her there. She lets out a whine when you pull your tongue away, looking down at you with furrowed brows, seeming as if she was about to scold you for having the audacity to stop.Â
But she never gets the chance, as you spit on her already slick cunt before circling a finger around her entrance. The spit is simply to ensure that your finger can easily push into herâ not to mention she gets off on you making a mess of her.Â
With little effort you are able to push in your middle finger, watching the way her face contorts with pleasure as you open her up. âLook at how pretty you are, making the cutest sounds for meâ you praise as she moans endlessly, the sounds broken by a gasp as you quickly add you ring finger just so she can feel a little bit of a stretch.Â
âYou takeâ holy shit, you take such good care of me, sweetheartâ she mutters, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace in order to keep up with her need for oxygen. You canât help but feel proud of yourself, leaning down to messily kiss her clit as you curl your fingers just right, the way her velvet walls cling to you being evidence of your expertise.Â
You donât need her to warn you, as you can tell that sheâs about to cum just from the way her clit jumps in the slightest and how she tightens around your fingers. There is no need for words either, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on her taste and scent, your senses consumed by her.Â
With a loud curse and a mutter of your name, she is coming undone for you. Her hips twitch helplessly against your fingers and mouth, so sensitive as she rides out her high. You canât help but moan as she makes a complete mess, a ring of her cream at the base of your fingers as you slowly ease them out. Before you completely pull away, you canât help but give her sweet clit one last kiss.Â
With no shame, you clean her juices off your fingers, a soft hum leaving your lips at the reward of your hard work. Poor Ellie can barely think, still trembling with over sensitivity as you lay beside her and give her a sweet kiss.Â
Itâs drawn out, your tongue brushing against hers so that you can prove to her that she tastes absolutely perfect, the dirty act only making you feel even closer to her. She moans against your lips, only pulling away when youâre both in need of air.Â
She presses her slightly sweaty forehead against yours, a fucked out grin on her lips as you smile back at her, your lips coated with her slick and her spit.Â
âYouâre an angel, you know that?â she asks breathlessly, her heart aching with the love she feels for you. No one gives her attention and care the way you do and itâs as if you knew exactly what she needed to relax and come down after a hard day.Â
âJust doing what I can to help since you wonât let me work with youâ you mutter, lowering your hand to graze her soft tummy. She only hums in acknowledgment of your words, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
âWell thank you, sugar. You made all that stress melt awayâ she states in a pleased tone, her relief being your relief since you can finally relax while knowing that Ellie is content. âAnything for you, Els. Just come to me when things are too much, okay? I know you wanna take care of me but I wanna take care of you tooâ you whisper, giving her a reassuring smile.Â
She nods gently, pulling your body closer to her own right before she covers your face in kisses that tickle in the slightest. âAlright, alright, I promise I willâ she finally agrees, her warm hand lowering to squeeze your ass a bit, as she had a tendency to be a bit grabby.Â
âNow how boutâ I make you feel good after all that hard workâ she suggests, mimicking what you had said to her earlier. The suggestion has you grinning and you know that tonight will be going on longer than planned.Â
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 19: Daddy Issues
Summary: Your pack is back home, but things aren't quite as good as you try to make them seem. Some truths get revealed, while others remain in the dark.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 9,337 words
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, angst, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, '09 Ghost's backstory, mentioned abuse/child abuse, still pretty heavy emotionally, language, finally some of the comfort after the hurt, plenty of fluff
A/N: This stupid fic making me cry again. I may have lied about this one not being quite as heavy as the others...it's still pretty heavy, but there are some sweet moments in there too. There is a bit of a time jump in the middle, it's roughly a week long or so. Not much, but it does cut ahead a bit just for the sake of plot and moving things along. Also yeah, I got it done earlier than expected.
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Youâre warm. Sweat has begun to form in the creases of your body. Youâre wrapped around something solid, something contributing to the intense warmth. The smell of leather and eucalyptus fills your nose as you nuzzle your face against soft fabric. It sends a shiver down your spine despite the heat, your eyes fluttering open. Youâre staring at a blurry mass of black fabric, your brain beginning to catch up as you become more and more aware.Â
Leather. Eucalyptus. Something distinctly alpha.Â
Fuck.Â
Youâre spooning Ghost.Â
He has to be asleep, otherwise he would never let you get so close to him. He would have shoved you off, pushed you back towards Johnny, who youâve traded places with in the middle of the night. You must have gotten too hot sandwiched between the two betas and tried to escape somewhere cooler. That led to you spooning with Ghost, not that heâs much cooler than the betas.Â
You can get away before he wakes up, remove yourself from his personal space before he realizes and forces you away. Avoid the shame and embarrassment of his rejection, his anger at you for crossing that boundary, even just in your sleep. Despite the fact you know that boundary is there, despite the fact you did it unintentionally, youâre not sure you could handle such a rejection right now, even from him.Â
You slowly begin to withdraw your arm from around his middle, sliding it back towards your body. If you go slow enough, you should be able to untangle yourself from around him without waking him and avoid a confrontation.Â
A quiet gasp is pulled from your lips as his hand wraps around your wrist, keeping you from moving.Â
âDonât.â He says quietly.Â
Your heart is thudding in your chest as he tugs your arm back around him, keeping you where you are. Your exhale is shaky as you slowly relax, pressing your face against his back again. Youâre not sure what to do. You were expecting him to push you away, get up in disgust and leave because you got too close, you pushed past the barrier he had placed around himself when it came to you. A barrier that got let down only while youâre training, then itâs put right back up as soon as youâre finished. Now here you are, spooning him after sleeping in the same room, the same nest.Â
You wouldnât have taken him for being a little spoon type.Â
Your eyes begin to droop again as you lay there, breathing in Ghostâs scent. Itâs like a comforting blanket, lulling you into a sense of relaxation, of safety, something you havenât felt in days. For the first time your mind is quiet, not panicking about what happened, or what could happen. You donât have to worry about your pack now, because theyâre here with you again.Â
You drift off to sleep again for a while, sleeping soundly in the cocoon of safety your pack has provided for you.Â
You wake a while later, sticky with sweat. Your back is pressed against Ghostâs, and thereâs something draped across your face. You push it away, blinking your eyes open. Johnny has starfished across the nest on his back, his mouth open as he snores. Heâs stolen your bear, one arm holding it against his chest, and the other arm had been what was draped across your face. Kyle is curled up on his other side, having moved from the middle to the far side of the nest. John is missing, making your brows furrow.Â
You push yourself up to sit, the air in the room almost like a sauna. You rub your eyes, trying to blink away the sleepiness. That might have been the best sleep youâve gotten since your heat. It was likely the exhaustion taking its toll, paired with your brain finally being able to relax while surrounded by your pack.
You feel like you could lay down and sleep for another ten hours.Â
Youâre warm, though, sweat causing your clothes to stick to your skin. The blankets have all been kicked to the end of the mattresses, likely ditched early on in the night. You wiggle out of your sweatpants, kicking them off the end of the mattress as well, leaving you in a baggy shirt that you think is Johnnyâs.Â
You feel suddenly exposed sitting there, your eyes flicking around the room as a chill runs down your spine. John would have noticed if something was out of place, but he could have just brushed it off as you in his room. He had given you permission to be in his space while he was gone, if you needed to. One of them would have noticed if things were out of place in their rooms. Ghost would likely notice, since you havenât been in his room at all.Â
You lay back down on your back, staring up at the vent on the ceiling. The cover is in place, and no matter how hard you look, you canât see a camera hiding in the gaps. It doesnât ease your worry any as you stare up at it, wishing you had your phone so you could at least try to look for one. Though, perhaps it was better you didnât have your phone with you. You hadnât been brave enough to pop it open and look for anything strange hidden inside, though you wouldnât even know where to begin to look, or what to look for.Â
You should tell them. What if someone is watching you right now?Â
You flinch as John appears in the doorway suddenly, five water bottles tucked against his chest. Your skin is crawling from the thought of someone watching, someone listening in on such a private moment with you and your pack. You hadnât even thought about it last night, the stress and your fear had taken over your mind. You push yourself back up to sit as John passes Ghost a water bottle, handing one to you as well. You unscrew the cap as John places the other bottles on his desk. Johnny and Kyle still asleep, unaware of the world.Â
Unaware of the danger.Â
A cold shiver slips down your spine as you gulp down the water. What if someone had entered the barracks last night? You werenât in your room, and the door wasnât locked. Anyone could have just walked in and put up cameras again easily.Â
One of the guys would have heard someone snooping around, right? You were so out of it you likely would have slept through one of them getting up. What if they were also so exhausted from their deployment they could have slept through someone breaching their space as well. Did Ghost lock the door last night? You canât remember.Â
âAlright, sweetheart?âÂ
Your head snaps up to where John is leaning against his desk. His brows are slightly furrowed as he stares at you, and you realize youâve been projecting your scent. With them gone, you didn't have to worry as much. You could stink up a room without a care. It just meant more protection for you. Now that theyâre back, though, you have to be more careful. You canât just go panicking over nothing, not that you should have to panic while theyâre here.Â
Thatâs their job, right? Protect the omega?Â
They canât protect you if they donât know thereâs a threat in the first place.Â
âYeah.â You say, gulping down more water to think up an excuse quickly. âThought I might be dreaming for a moment, that you didn't really come back.âÂ
John approaches you slowly, kneeling down on the end of the mattress with a quiet sigh. He has to be sore after their deployment. You can tell just by the way heâs holding his shoulders, by the stiffness in the way he moves. You canât even begin to imagine the kinds of things they did, the kinds of things they went through over the last week.Â
John takes your hand, pressing it against his chest. Heâs warm underneath the shirt, and you can feel the steady beating of his heart under your palm. âWeâre real.â He says, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he holds it against his chest. âWeâre really here.âÂ
You stare at his hand where it covers yours. Youâve seen it before, many times. Scarred and rough with calluses. His knuckles are dry and just slightly bruised. Did he punch someone? Or maybe he hit it against something else.Â
His hand moves, snapping you out of your thoughts. You fight the urge to flinch as he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. âYouâre thinking too much.âÂ
You swallow thickly. âWell, I didnât have much to do this last week besides think.âÂ
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. âWeâll try to make life more interesting for you, then.â He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âNow, letâs get these two muppets up for breakfast.âÂ
He pushes himself back up to stand, staring down at Johnny and Kyle, still sleeping. You shift onto your hands and knees, crawling over to Johnny before swinging a leg over to straddle his stomach. You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his face, his breath catching as he begins to wake up, sensing a disturbance. You stare down at him, watching his eyes flutter before they crack open. The haze of sleep leaves his blue eyes, clarity coming back to him quickly as his lips begin to lift in a grin as he stares up at you.Â
âDidnae expect tae wake up to such a sight.â He says, voice thick with sleep as his hands come to rest on your bare thighs. âA beautiful woman on top of me? I mustâve died and gone tae heaven in my sleep.âÂ
âEven better,â You say, leaning down closer. âBecause Iâm real.âÂ
âThat ye are.â He says, slowly dragging his hands up your legs, pushing the shirt up as he goes.Â
Ghost pushes himself off the mattress, leaving the room so quickly he nearly knocks his shoulder against the doorframe. A frown pulls at your brows as you watch him go, slowly pushing yourself back up to sit on Johnnyâs stomach. Guilt starts to well up in you as you stare at the empty doorway. You hadnât meant to make him uncomfortable.Â
âDonât mind him, kitten.â Johnny says, pushing himself up to sit, sliding you backwards into his lap. âHeâs still miffed he didnât get a greetinâ yesterday.âÂ
âOh,â You say, blinking in surprise. You hadnât even thought about greeting Ghost in that moment. You had been so desperate for your alpha, and then swept up by the betas, it hadnât even crossed your mind to acknowledge Ghost. âI didnât-âÂ
âItâs not yer fault.â Johnny says, wrapping his arms around you. âHe hasnae been the most...open with ye. Itâs his own damn fault for it.âÂ
âOh, well, Iâll be sure to give him a big hug when he comes back in.â You say.Â
âPlease do.â Kyle says, rubbing his eyes where heâs laying next to you. âIâll pay to see his reaction.âÂ
All three of you burst out laughing, Johnny pressing his forehead against yours. âMissed ye, kitten.âÂ
âNot as much as I missed you.â You say, pouting.Â
Johnny chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. His hands slide to your hips as he presses another soft kiss to your lips, and then another.Â
âLet me get in on some of that.â Kyle says, pushing himself up to sit. He grips your chin in his hand, turning your face to his before pressing his lips to yours.Â
His kiss takes your breath away, deeper and more passionate than Johnnyâs had been. You hum against his lips as Johnnyâs grip on your waist tightens.Â
âChrist almighty.â Johnny breathes, staring at you and Kyle as you kiss.Â
âAlright, you three.â John says as the air in the room starts to turn musky with arousal. âLetâs feed our omega first before we get too carried away.âÂ
Kyle pulls away from you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.Â
âCan we...eat in here again?â You ask, wrapping an arm around Johnnyâs shoulders as you turn slightly to look up at John. You had almost forgotten about his presence, caught up in the attention from your betas. The thought of him watching the three of you has a different kind of thrill racing down your spine.Â
âOf course.â John says, bending down to kiss you.Â
Both Johnny and Kyle groan at the sight of their pack alpha kissing you, Johnnyâs cock twitching in his boxers beneath you. You press a kiss to Johnnyâs cheek after John pulls away from you before pushing yourself up to stand. You stretch your arms over your head, the shirt riding up a bit, giving both Kyle and Johnny a good view of your legs. The musky scent of arousal intensifies in the air as they stare at you, Johnny licking his lips hungrily.Â
âAlright, get out of here you cheeky little minx, otherwise theyâll never get out of bed.â John says, gently guiding you from the room.Â
You canât help the smile that tugs at your lips as you leave Johnâs room, stepping out into the hallway. Itâs much cooler outside of the room, goosebumps forming on your legs. You have half a mind to go back to your own room, but you find yourself unable to even approach the door. Memories of the fear and your panic come flooding back, the thought that someone might have snuck inside, someone might be waiting for you in there snapping to the front of your mind. Itâs a ridiculous thought. Someone would have noticed if there was an intruder, if there was someone who shouldnât be inside creeping around.Â
Your gaze flickers from your door as Ghost makes his way down the hallway, his clothes changed from what heâd been wearing to sleep in. You bite your lip as you stare at him, meeting his gaze. Perhaps it's the fear driving you forward, or maybe youâve gone slightly crazy in their absence, but you find yourself approaching him, making him stop in his tracks.Â
He eyes you as you approach, your steps quick as you try to avoid chickening out. Your mind is repeating Johnnyâs words over and over in your head, an explanation for Ghostâs behavior yesterday, and obvious annoyance at you and Johnny this morning. You wonder if heâll take it as a threat as you get closer to him, if he might snap and defend himself. Heâs completely still, not even his chest moving. Heâs watching you like a predator watches its prey, waiting for your next move.Â
Itâs like hugging a tree as you wrap your arms around his waist. Heâs stiffer than a board as you hug him, resting your face on his chest. Leather and eucalyptus and musk all float around you as you press close to him, his scent enveloping you in a hug, even if his body doesnât follow suit.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He asks, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.Â
âHugging you.â You say, tightening your hold around him. Youâve been this close to him before in your training, but this feels different. âIâm sorry for not greeting you on the tarmac. I wasnât really thinking clearly at that point.âÂ
He lets out a quiet sigh, something you probably wouldnât have noticed if you werenât so close to him. You can imagine itâs a sigh of exasperation at Johnny for spilling about his feelings. âItâs fine.â He says, awkwardly patting your back. âDonât know why you would have wanted to.âÂ
âWell, you are part of the pack.â You say. âThat should be enough reason.âÂ
You nuzzle your face against his chest, his scent going straight to the back of your brain. Your omega wants to roll in it, cover herself in it until itâs all you can smell. The intensity of his scent has something in your hindbrain purring, the sound rumbling through your chest.Â
Ghost puts his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back from him. You blink up at him blearily as your mind begins to clear a bit with the distance. âAt least put some pants on before you completely lose it.â He grumbles.Â
A small smile tugs at your lips before it falls at the thought of having to go into your room. You turn to face the door, your vision almost tunneling as you stare at it. You donât want to open it. You donât want to go in there.Â
âGhost?â You say quietly before he can walk away.Â
He turns to look at you, his eyes squinting just slightly as he frowns. âWhat?âÂ
âWill you...will you open my door for me?â You shift your weight, knowing heâs going to want a reason, an explanation for your behavior.Â
He turns fully to face you, shoulders squared as he slowly approaches, suddenly on the defensive. âWhat is it?âÂ
You shake your head. âJust a feeling.âÂ
He steps between you and the door, wrapping his fingers around the handle before he swings it open, scanning the inside. His shoulders relax just slightly and you let out a breath of air. Thereâs no one inside. No oneâs waiting for you. No one broke in last night.Â
He takes a step back before turning to you. âNothing.âÂ
You let out a sigh of relief, staring into the space that was once your nest, your safe place. You can feel Ghostâs eyes on you, waiting for an explanation for your behavior. You canât tell him the truth, despite how easy it would be. You could confess right now, admit to what happened, what you did, the mistake you made. You could drop to your knees right now, beg for forgiveness for what you did.Â
âIt was hard...while everyone was gone.â You say. Itâs not a lie. Not entirely. âMade me uneasy, being alone here. Kept thinking I was hearing things.âÂ
He doesnât believe you. You can see it in his eyes. He knows your lying, he knows youâre withholding the truth from him. You arenât, you just arenât giving him the whole truth. You had felt lonely, you had been on edge even before General Shepherd arrived and your room was bugged. Being alone was hard. Harder than you thought it would be. It would have taken its toll on you, even without the stress of your space being invaded multiple times.Â
You should have told someone. You should have called Dr. Keller right away. You should have never opened the door in the first place.Â
âThank you.â You say, slipping past him and entering your room.Â
He stands there for a few breaths, watching you warily as you open your closet, looking for something to wear. You ignore him, acting like heâs not there, but you canât hide the squaring of your shoulders, the stiffness of your movements. Youâre not sure you could resist if he pressed, if he tried to force you to tell him. Youâd spill immediately, even without him using his alpha against you.Â
The thought has another chill racing down your spine.Â
Your omega is on edge as you change with the door open, not caring as the guys move around, getting dressed to head out to grab breakfast for everyone. You hate how inconvenient it must be, but you still donât think you could handle being in the mess. Not yet. Not so soon. Youâll have to eventually, otherwise theyâll think something is up, happened, and then theyâll start questioning.Â
You couldnât handle an interrogation. Especially not their disappointed and angry faces when you confess to what you did, the mistakes you made, how you allowed someone to walk in so easily. How you left so easily with a stranger. Theyâd never trust you again.Â
They wonât trust you if you keep things from them either.Â
They have to know. They have to know General Shepherd came to base and talked to you. They have to know about you meeting their superior while they were away. A high ranking General couldnât just be on base without someone knowing, and why would he hide it? He had come to check in on your progress and how you were settling in with your pack. He would have included your pack in that questioning as well, right? Besides, there has to be cameras everywhere on base. Someone would have seen you and let them know.Â
Thereâs no way they donât know about it.Â
You stand in the doorway of your bathroom, staring at the cabinet where the broken cameras and recording devices are hidden. Theyâre broken, you ensured that. Theyâre hidden away, buried under enough stuff no one could find them unless they were purposefully looking for something.Â
You let out a breath, trying to relax as you finish your morning routine. Itâs over. Thereâs nothing that can be done now. All you can do is try to move on, try to mend the fraying bonds with your pack, heal the sense of fear and unease surrounding your safe space.Â
Maybe Dr. Keller could help. You could admit everything to her, everything that happened while she was supposed to be watching you. If you had just gone to her office that afternoon, perhaps things would have been different. She would have known, but that wouldnât have stopped the cameras from being put up. It would have just made it easier for them. Maybe they might have finished the job properly, and you wouldnât have even known. Even if you had called Dr. Keller, what kind of argument could she have made against a Commanding Officer?Â
If you told Dr. Keller now, sheâd tell your pack. Sheâs promised to keep everything between you confidential, but would something like this be an exception? Would she tell your pack anyway because she thinks itâs the best course of action to help you?Â
You want to cry. Tears are welling in your eyes as you stare in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself. You look tired, strung out, sickly almost. Are you not, though? Is that not how you feel? You know omegas can get sick from stress sometimes, if it gets to be too much. You donât want to get sick. You donât want to be more of a burden than youâre already being. They have to be so tired after their assignment, and here you are making things harder for them.Â
âYou alright, love?âÂ
You jump, letting out a shriek as you whip around to face the door of your room. Your heart is racing as you slap a hand over your mouth, staring wide-eyed at an equally surprised Kyle. You let out a breath, slowly lowering your trembling hand as you try to calm yourself. Itâs just Kyle sneaking up on you. Not a stranger.Â
âSorry, didnât mean to startle you.â He says, brows pinching in a frown.Â
ââS okay.â You murmur, turning off the light before leaving the bathroom. âWas lost in thought.âÂ
âThe others left to grab food.â Kyle says. âTheyâll be back shortly.âÂ
You nod, trying hard not to make your trembling too visible, or give any hint at your discomfort. âOkay.âÂ
You stare at him as he leans against the doorframe. He hasnât entered your room. Heâs still standing in the doorway. The thought has a lump forming in your throat. Your bonds have frayed so much he doesnât even feel comfortable entering your space anymore. Thereâs a wall up again, and youâre only forcing it higher and higher.Â
âCome on.â He says, holding his hand out to you. âLetâs go to the rec room.âÂ
You take his offered hand, letting him pull you from your room. The door clicks closed behind you as you let him lead you down the hallway and away from the place thatâs become fuel for your nightmares.Â
Kyle sits down on the couch, pulling you down on his lap. You wrap your arm around his neck as he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and scent.Â
âIâm sorry for startling you.â He says softly, bringing your other hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to your wrist.Â
âItâs not your fault.â You say, leaning your head against his shoulder. âBeen on edge since everyone left.âÂ
âI bet.â Kyle leans his cheek against the top of your head. âWeâre here now. Weâre gonna fix that.âÂ
âWhat happens when you have to leave again?â You ask.Â
âYou wonât be alone again, thatâs for sure.â A different voice says.Â
You nearly jump out of Kyleâs lap as John appears in the doorway of the rec room, Johnny and Ghost right behind him. Kyleâs arms are the only thing keeping you steady as your heart nearly beats out of your chest. Youâre not sure how much more you can take, intentionally or unintentionally.Â
âI spoke with Kate this morning.â John says as he sets the food heâs carrying on the coffee table. âWeâre going to do everything in our power to avoid having you left alone again. At least one of us will be staying behind with you from now on.âÂ
Your brows pinch a little. Is that why he had been absent from the nest earlier? Youâre not quite sure what to feel. On one hand youâre relieved at the thought of not having to be alone again, but on the other hand, you donât want to disrupt their lives, their jobs. You wonder just how hard he had to fight to even get Kate to agree to something like this.Â
You also feel a bit afraid that they know, they figured out what had happened and thatâs the reason they donât trust to leave you alone again. Youâll make another stupid mistake or another risky decision that might cause you actual harm next time.Â
Kyle eases you off his lap and onto the couch beside him. Johnny sits on your other side, squishing you between them as a tray is passed into your hands. You donât feel very hungry as you stare down at the food, but you know after a meager dinner last night, you need to eat. You wonât be doing you or your pack any favors by being hungry.Â
Itâs quiet in the rec room as you eat. Itâs almost eerie how silent it is, aside from the occasional scrape of silverware on the trays. You begin to float back into the time when they were gone, the haunting silence that had settled over the barracks in their absence. Everything had seemed so still, not peaceful, but more like the very walls were holding their breath.Â
Perhaps it was in anticipation for what was to come. Perhaps somehow the very walls knew they would be beached, the safety they once promised would be upended.Â
Or maybe youâve just gone crazy.Â
You shift forward on the couch, careful not to tip your tray over as you grab the remote from the coffee table, turning the TV on.Â
âFinally! I couldnae handle the silence much longer.â Johnny exclaims, letting out a relieved sigh.Â
The corners of your lips pull up in a smile as you pass the remote off to him, letting him search for something bearable to watch on early morning TV. Youâre glad at least you werenât alone in your distaste for the silence. You curl up closer to Gaz, reminding yourself that itâs not a dream, that they really are here. They really did come back.Â
Now you just have to move on and put the nightmare of what happened behind you.Â
As the days pass, things begin to return to normal. The guys start their normal routine of training and running drills almost immediately. To avoid being stuck in the barracks alone, you ask to go with them, blaming it on the distance and your need to be clingy still. At first you were afraid someone would take advantage of the barracks being empty again, but every search has come up empty handed. No more cameras, no more recording devices.Â
Whoever it was who planted them must have given up, or perhaps the risk of doing it with the entire pack back on base was too high.Â
Despite this fact, you spend the least amount of time in your room as possible. Even when you canât go to watch them train or run drills, you spend your time in Johnâs room, or in the rec room. At night you rotate between John, Kyle, and Johnny, opting to sleep with them over spending a night alone in your room.Â
As you discussed, you begin seeing Dr. Keller twice a week. Youâre not quite sure what she told John to convince him it was necessary, but whatever it was, it hadnât given away any of your secrets. It probably hadnât taken much to convince him to say yes, given your current state and his worry about you.Â
You know heâs worried. You can see it when he looks at you, like you might snap if he stares too hard. Youâve seen the way his hands twitch when Johnny holds you too tightly or gets too rough in his affection, like heâs worried you might shatter.
Itâs reassuring to see the distance has not just affected you. Johnny holds you tighter than he used to, Kyle stands closer to you like heâs trying to fuse you both into one. Even Ghost has started hovering closer, using his hands to steer you and guide you when youâre around others that arenât part of your pack.Â
Youâve started eating in the mess again, knowing you can only avoid it for so long before theyâll start getting suspicious and asking questions. You still feel paranoid, being around the other soldiers on base. You canât help but be suspicious that it was one of them that planted the cameras, that it was one of them that tried to get into your room that night. Who would willingly breach such sacred ground and invade an omegaâs space like that, you couldnât even begin to guess. Â
Sure, some of them still stare at you, but most of them now ignore your existence. Youâre no longer a spectacle, not after a few weeks on base, not that youâre a claimed omega now.Â
That wonât stop some alphas.Â
Going up against your pack, though? That would take one hell of a cocksure alpha.Â
Just like the one that invaded your safe space.Â
It had to have been an alpha. Sure, that beta soldier had entered the barracks, but to go so far as to put up cameras and try to come back and get into your room? That takes a special kind of audacity, something only an alpha could possess.Â
So life has gone back to normal, or at least as normal as it can be after what happened.Â
The return to normal hasnât all been good, though. Your nightmares have returned, coming on quickly as soon as you began to settle into routine again. The real nightmare has passed, so now your mind has to plague itself with nightmares that have already happened. Things that canât even hurt you anymore.Â
You start avoiding sleep again, despite your work with Dr. Keller, too afraid to risk having a nightmare in front of one of them again. The last thing you need is to have to spill about your nightmare. You might not be able to stop and wind up spilling about what happened while they were gone too.Â
Unfortunately, things donât work that way. They never work that way for you.Â
Someone is screaming. Your body feels like itâs being constricted by a snake, crushing and painful as youâre clutched desperately against your motherâs chest. Sheâs the one thatâs screaming, the sound hurting your ears. Your face is pressed against her shoulder, into the softness of her sweater. Itâs the pink one, the one she made. Her favorite.Â
Thereâs knocking coming from somewhere, a door handle jiggling. Itâs locked, but you can hear someone trying to get in, multiple people based on the voices from the other side. You donât know who it is. You donât recognize any of them. You canât even make out what it is their saying, if theyâre saying anything at all. The voices sound more like the unintelligible roar of monsters, the ones you used to be afraid of as a child.Â
Everything is muted by the blood pulsing in your ears, drowning out everything but the jiggling of the door handle. Someoneâs trying to break in. Someone is breaking in. You can make out the thuds against the door, the desperate attempts to get inside, to get to you.Â
The arms around you tighten, pressing your face harder into the soft yarn of the sweater. You inhale the familiar scent of brown sugar and vanilla, the scent surrounding you and enveloping you in a sense of safety. Nothing can get you. Nothing can hurt you.Â
Thatâs not true, though. You know itâs not.Â
Thereâs a bang as the door is finally forced open, the screaming getting louder as footsteps enter the room. Youâre shaking, trembling in your motherâs arms as she clings to you desperately, just like you used to cling to her when you thought there was a monster under your bed.Â
The monsters were real, you realize as you desperately cling to your mother, just as tightly as sheâs clinging to you.Â
Hands grab at you, claws digging into your skin, tentacles wrapping around your body, trying to pull you from your motherâs grip. You can hear her pleading, begging, screaming at them not to take you, not to separate you. Youâll never see her again if they manage to pull you from her. Theyâll take you away, hide you away, keep you from the warm comfort of her embrace.Â
You let out a scream of your own as youâre yanked from her grasp, your arms reaching for her as the monsters pull you from the source of your safety and comfort. The last thing you see is your motherâs grief stricken face before the door slams in your face.Â
A scream tears from your lips as youâre pulled from sleep suddenly. Youâre falling, hitting the tile floor with a thud. Your shoulder cracks against the unforgiving floor, making you yelp. The blanket has tangled around your legs, rendering you immobile from the waist down.Â
The frantic pounding of boots on the floor meets your ears, seconds before the four members of your pack are sprinting into the rec room. Their faces look just as frantic as their steps had been, concern laced with fear laced with worry. You hadnât even realized theyâd returned already. They had been at their afternoon drills while you stayed in the rec room watching TV, slowly succumbing to the exhaustion thatâs been plaguing you.Â
âWhat is it? What happened?â Kyle asks, moving to step forward but John beats him to it.Â
âFell off the couch.â You say, pushing yourself up to sit, wincing at the pain in your shoulder. Thereâs tears sliding down your cheeks despite you fighting the remnants of your terror and pain from the nightmare.Â
âI think thereâs more to it than that.â John says, kneeling down in front of you.Â
You want to confess everything. How you havenât been sleeping well for weeks now since your heat, how you keep having horrible nightmares about your past, what happened while they were away, how the nightmares have returned. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at John, the tears sliding down your cheeks as you give up trying to control them. Guilt plagues you as you stare at the worried face of your alpha. He just wants to help you, he just wants to take care of you, but he canât if youâre keeping things from him, if youâre lying to his face.Â
âI had a nightmare.â You say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. You clutch your arm to your chest, trying not to move your shoulder too much.Â
John lets out a quiet sigh, his fingers lifting to press against your shoulder, feeling around the joint. You wince as he hits a tender spot, the pain sharp, but not horrible. Youâve certainly felt worse things.Â
He turns to the others behind him, all of them staring at you with equally worried looks on their faces. âGet me an ice pack.â He says before turning back to you.Â
He lifts you off the floor, placing you back on the couch before untangling the blanket from around your legs. Johnny grabs an ice pack as Kyle moves to sit next to you on the couch, draping his arm across the back, projecting his scent to try and help you relax. John sits on the edge of the coffee table, staring at you. Despite the worry still present on his face, his eyes are sharp. You canât help but feel like youâre suddenly in an interrogation. Theyâve done this before, probably many times, though likely not as gently as they are now. Youâre terrified still at the way they shift so easily into the mindset of a soldier. You canât even imagine what it would be like if they were serious in their interrogation of you.Â
âHow long have you been having nightmares?â John asks as Johnny takes a seat on the other side of you, passing you the ice pack.Â
You press it against your shoulder, trying to keep your thoughts straight. You have to try not to spill anything, try not to confess to all of your sins, all of your stupid mistakes now. Your gaze drops to your lap, avoiding the looks of the two alphas staring at you. Ghost has moved to stand behind John, his arms crossed as he watches the exchange. You can feel the pressure of their gaze, the sharpness of it digging into your skin like knives.Â
âA couple weeks.â You admit, unable to even think of a lie. You donât want to lie now, not with them staring at you so intensely. Theyâd know. Theyâd be able to tell before the words even left your mouth. âSince my heat ended.âÂ
âIs that why youâve been avoiding sleeping?â John asks.Â
You wince at his question. Of course he noticed. Why wouldnât he? Heâs been trained to notice weaknesses in others, gauge the capabilities of his men. Of course heâd notice youâre more tired than usual, not sleeping quite as much. He probably even knew all the times you woke up in the night when you slept next to him. Â
You nod, still staring at your lap, too afraid to see the disappointment in his eyes.Â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â He breathes, almost sounding upset.Â
Youâve made a mistake in keeping this a secret. You regret it as soon as you hear the emotion in his voice. He thinks you donât trust them, he thinks you donât trust your alpha. You need to tell him. You need to tell him everything, but the fear keeps you paralyzed. How much more upset will he be when you confess that you kept such a major event from him, from all of them?Â
A quiet sob leaves your lips as you sit there, terrified of the reprimanding youâre sure to get. The shame burns hot in you, the reminder that youâve disappointed them. Youâve let them down and now they wonât even trust you to tell them anything.Â
âWeâre not mad at you, sweetheart.â Gaz says, shifting his arm so itâs wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb brushing the hand thatâs holding the ice pack to your shoulder. Johnny shifts just slightly closer to you, both of the betas projecting their scent around you, trying to cocoon you in their comforting presence.Â
âI just want to know why you felt it necessary to hide something like that from us.â John says, his voice softer than it had been before.Â
âI didnât want to bother you.â You find the words spilling out before you can stop them. Maybe itâs the exhaustion or the fear or your brain finally getting tired of holding everything in. This is your moment to let out a little steam, to finally release some of the pressure thatâs been building. âMy nightmares are nothing compared to the ones you all probably have and itâs stupid and I shouldnât even be having them, itâs been years since the last time I dreamed like this, and I donât even know why theyâve come back now.âÂ
âNo nightmares are stupid.â Ghost says, stepping up closer to the coffee table.Â
âWeâre here to help you.â John says, leaning his elbows on his knees. âWe canât do that if you donât tell us whatâs going on.âÂ
Guilt burns through you at his words. Heâs right. You should be honest with them, tell them everything. They canât help you, they canât keep you safe even from the things that plague your mind if they donât know about them.Â
âWhat are the dreams about?â John asks, blue eyes boring holes into you.Â
You feel small under his gaze, like you're a child again, facing down your father after doing something wrong, after making a mistake. You have made a mistake, though. Youâre facing the consequences of your mistake right now.Â
âThe day I left for the institute.â You say quietly, voice hardly more than a whisper but you know they heard you in the silence of the barracks. It feels threatening, like the walls are silently vowing to tell the truth if you donât.Â
Your pack shifts a bit at your words, sharing looks amongst themselves. They have to know what itâs like, or at least heard stories about the trauma of being pulled from your pack to be taken to a strange place, surrounded by others just like you.Â
âWhat happened that day?â Ghost asks, staring down at you.Â
You can feel his gaze piercing into you, screaming the silent threat that youâre going to tell them, no matter how long they have to sit here and wait. You donât have a choice anymore. You have to tell them.Â
Youâre warm. The ice pack pressed against your forehead does little to soothe the burning under your skin. Youâre thirsty, the two empty plastic bottles on your nightstand were not enough to ease the dryness in your mouth.Â
Hands shift the ice pack, pressing it against your cheek. Your mother is there, seated next to your bed diligently. Sheâs crying, tears sliding down her cheeks, quiet sniffles breaking the silence in the house.Â
âIâm sorry.â She whispers, bringing your hand to her lips. âIâm so sorry,â She apologizes, as if itâs her fault, as if she brought this onto you.Â
She gasps quietly as the door opens, her back stiffening as your father enters. His face is stern, mouth almost twisted with disgust as he stares at you. It feels wrong, having him invade your space. If youâd had the energy, perhaps you would have been brave enough to protest his presence.Â
âCome on.â His voice is gruff, worn down from years of smoking and yelling. âGet up.âÂ
âNo, please-â Your mother attempts to reason with him, but he wonât have it.Â
âShut up and sit down.â He snaps at her, and she has no choice but to sit back and be silent. His voice has something tingling in the back of your neck, almost like a warning. Thereâs nothing you can do, though. Youâre far too weak.Â
He moves to the side of your bed, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the comfort of your blankets. The ice pack falls from your head, your skin prickling with warmth almost like it hadnât been there in the first place. Your brain is sluggish as you try to comprehend whatâs happening, your legs giving out as youâre forced upright. You canât get your body to work, you canât even force yourself to behave. You want to crawl back under your blankets and lay there for the rest of eternity.Â
You whine as youâre dragged from your room, knees knocking on the floor as you attempt to get your feet under you to ease the pain in your shoulder. Your father drags you into the living room, two people you donât recognize standing next to the front door.Â
âPlease, please donât do this!â Your mother pleads with him, right on his heels as he drops you in a heap in front of them. He catches her before she can rush forward to you. How you wish you could have her arms around you again, holding you and comforting you in your confusion.Â
âEnough.â Your father snaps at her, looking down at you with disgust. âSheâs no daughter of mine.âÂ
You blink up at him, the words seering through the haze, registering in your foggy mind. Tears gather in your eyes as you stare up at your parents, your siblings watching tensely from the living room as the scene unfolds before them.Â
âNo, no!â You cry as hands close around your arms, lifting you from the floor. âMama!â You scream, trying to fight them as youâre pulled from your home, your safe space, your family, your pack.Â
Your mother is yelling, fighting against your fatherâs hold around her, but itâs useless. Heâs stronger. He wants this, so no one is going to stop him. Sheâll pay later for her actions, her disagreement with him. You wonât be here to see it, though. Youâre leaving and you wonât be coming back.Â
The last thing you see as the cool air outside washes over your feverish skin is your motherâs grief stricken face before the door closes, locking you out forever.Â
Youâre dragged into the back of a van parked in the driveway. Two men in uniform climb in behind you before the doors are slammed shut. You curl up in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably. You want your mom, you want to be back in the safety of her arms, the warmth and comforting softness that only she can provide.Â
One of the men approaches you, a needle in his hand. You whimper in fear, pressing further back into the corner as he gets closer to you. He forces you down onto your stomach, the pain brief as he injects you with the sedative before he moves back to take his seat. You curl up in a ball, quietly sobbing as the drugs begin to work, your vision going hazy before youâre forced into unconsciousness.Â
âI woke up hours later at the institute.â You say, wiping at the tears streaming down your cheeks, but it does little against the cascade of tears falling from your eyes. âNever saw or spoke to my family again. They didnât even try to reach me, and I know my dad was the reason why. He hated me as soon as I presented.âÂ
âFucking hell.â Ghost breathes, hands curled into fists at his sides. You can smell the intensity of his scent above everything, the burning ozone of anger rolling off of him. It makes you wince, even though you know itâs not directed at you.Â
âThatâs why he wanted to send you so quickly.â Kyle says, his arm tightening around you.Â
âHow did he get you into FIOT so soon after your presentation?â John asks.Â
You shrug your good shoulder. âI donât know. I didnât even know heâd be sending me, much less so soon until it was happening.âÂ
âChrist,â Johnny breathes, gently taking your hand in his. âNo wonder yer havinâ nightmares, kitten.âÂ
âI havenât had this nightmare since I arrived at the institute. They started there, lasted a few weeks while I adjusted to being there.â You sniffle. âHavenât had them since, until now. Dr. Keller says itâs because I finally feel safe enough to process the trauma of it happening.âÂ
John sits up a little straighter. âIs that why she suggested seeing you multiple times a week?âÂ
You nod. âWeâre working on it. I asked her not to tell you, because I did plan on telling you eventually.âÂ
âIâm glad you told someone, at least,â He says. âAnd Iâm glad you finally told us too. We might not be able to stop the nightmares, but at least now we can help support you in whatever way you need.âÂ
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner.â You say, squeezing Johnnyâs hand slightly. He was the only one that knew you were having nightmares, but you hadnât even confessed to him what was going on out of fear heâd tell the others.Â
âItâs alright, sweet girl.â John says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. âIâm glad it finally came out and now we can help you.â He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his thumb brushing your skin gently.Â
The moment is broken as your stomach growls impatiently. Itâs past your normal dinner time, your confession having kept you longer than you thought it would. You hadnât gotten in your afternoon snack either, your body having chosen to nap instead.Â
A small smile tugs at Johnâs lips. âHungry, love?âÂ
You nod. âYeah. Didnât get my snack.âÂ
âWeâll go get some food and bring it here, how does that sound?â He asks.Â
You nod. âYeah. That sounds good.âÂ
He pushes himself up to stand, his knees cracking as he does. You fight the urge to say something, squeezing Johnnyâs hand tightly.Â
âIâll stay.â Ghost says, still looking at you.Â
John looks down at you and you meet Ghostâs gaze for a moment before nodding. John presses another kiss to your head, Johnny and Kyle pressing kisses to your cheeks before they get up, leaving the rec room to get dinner for everyone.Â
Ghost moves from his spot on the other side of the coffee table, sinking down at the end of the couch. You fight the urge to stare at him in surprise. Youâre not sure youâve seen him sit anywhere but in the chair the entire time youâve been here.Â
Itâs silent between the two of you for a few moments, aside from the occasional sniffle from you. You wipe the remaining tears from your face, removing the melted ice pack from your shoulder, tossing it on the coffee table. This feels very familiar to you, this position. Youâve been here before, back when you punched the asshole alpha who insulted you.Â
âMy dad was a real asshole.âÂ
You turn your head slightly in surprise when Ghost breakâs the silence suddenly. Heâs not looking at you, his gaze distant, far away. You know that look well. Youâve seen it on him before, and also on a few omegas at the institute. Youâre sure itâs graced your face as well many times.Â
âHe was a trad alpha, real piece of shit who couldnât control his anger. Took it out on all of us. My mum, my brother, me.â He scoffs. âMum took the brunt of it, but Tommy and I faced our fair share of it too. He used to bring dangerous animals home and taunted us with them. Made me kiss a snake once. He did all kinds of horrible things to us.â His voice softens a bit in a way youâve never heard before. Youâve never seen him so vulnerable, not even when he told you about his own nightmares. âIâve never wanted an omega, because of the things my dad did to my mum. I never wanted a pack either, but...maybe something deep down in me did because I said yes to this whole experiment.âÂ
The silence hangs heavy between you for a moment. Youâre not sure what to say, or if you can even manage to say anything in response to what heâs just told you. You had no idea what his life was like growing up, except that he was also a purebred.Â
âI was always too afraid the cycle would continue, that Iâd turn out to be another piece of shit, just like my dad.â He says.Â
âI donât think youâre a piece of shit.â You say, your voice cracking a bit.Â
He huffs out a breath. âThanks.â He stares down at the coffee table, leaning his elbows on his knees. âDid your dad ever hit you?âÂ
You shake your head. âNever directly. He got rough sometimes, grabbing us, squeezing too hard, yanking us around. He never stopped my brothers when they got too rough, though. They liked to wrestle, and I wanted to join because I wanted to spend time with my cooler older brothers. Sometimes theyâd forget I was smaller than them and I got hurt a couple times. He never reprimanded them when it happened. I think he enjoyed it more than anything. He mostly just yelled a lot.âÂ
âTrad alphas only speak the language of yelling and violence.â He says. âIf my father wasnât screaming at us, his fists were getting the message across. Sometimes heâd do both at the same time.â Ghost shakes his head. âReal pieces of shit, trad alphas. Makes me sick, the kinds of things they believe in.âÂ
âIâm sorry about what happened to you.â You say, fishing for anything to follow up his confession with. Nothing feels right, nothing feels like enough.Â
He shrugs. âIt happened. Itâs in the past. He died a few years ago. Left nothing but a stain behind.âÂ
âWhat happened to your mom and brother?â You ask.Â
âTommy got into drugs for a while, but he cleaned up and got married. Mum lives with him now. Still doing well.â He says.Â
Youâre surprised by his words. Youâve always heard that omegas donât last long without their alphas. But what if their alpha was an asshole? Is the relief of their death enough to scrub out the grief of losing your alpha?Â
You stare at the side of Ghostâs head, your heart thudding in your chest. You feel sorry for him, but at the same time, youâre grateful he shared this with you. You have much more in common than you thought you did with the giant aloof alpha. Maybe, perhaps, this can be a way for the two of you to grow closer, maybe you finally have common ground that you can share with him to get him to open up to you more. You know he wants it. The revelation of his disappointment at your lack of greeting, and the fact he let you hug him is enough to tell you he wants something more with you. It might never breach the realm of romance or even a casual fling, but you canât deny the bond is there. You can feel it, the tugging in your chest as you look at him, the butterflies in your stomach when he puts a hand on your back to steer you through the crowd in the mess.Â
You want him to want you. You want him to open up, to peel the layers back and bare his very soul to you. Heâs already started. This confession is the beginning of that kind of bond between you. That he trusts you enough to tell you this makes something flutter in your chest.Â
If only he knew you were keeping something worse from him.Â
You could tell him. Confess to him right here, right now. Spill it all in this sort of mock confessional, this mock therapy session between you. Heâll be mad, but perhaps after everything thatâs transpired today, heâll be lenient. Youâre not sure you could say the same about John, though.Â
âGhost, I-â You start but he cuts you off.Â
âSimon.âÂ
âWhat?â You breathe, blinking in shock as he turns to face you.Â
âMy name. Itâs Simon.âÂ
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Past the Point of No Return
Yandere Fae Enemy General x Healer Fem Reader
TW: Yandere themes, yearning, delusional behavior, etc.
Corvin Fausto was never one to believe in fate. He truly believed heâd never find his destined one since he lived a life of war. He was the young general of the fae army and lead them to numerous victories against the invading humans⊠but their elven brethren that turned their backs on the fae and began to help the humans. Which made this war suddenly shift against the fae. A betrayal the fae could not forgive the once peaceful elves for.
He was able to hold the enemy forces back long enough to escape, but they had damaged his wings beyond immediate repair. Heâd likely have to go into hiding for a few months until heâd recover⊠but how? He was being relentlessly hunted by humans.
Corvin hid himself in a small cave, hopeful he could rest here for a while without getting caught⊠but his hopes were dashed when he saw the form of a young woman tilt her head at him in curiosity.
âHello? Is someone there?â Corvin didnât dare speak when a young elf appeared before him. Her beauty was unparalleled, but her ears were much smaller than most elves⊠she was a half elf.
(Your name) gasped at his wounds in shock. She quickly reached into her satchel to pull out various salves to put on his wounds.
Corvin made an attempt to try to push her away, but he was so weak from blood loss. The last thing he saw was her smiling face as she reassured him with her soft words, âitâs okay. Youâre safe now.â
When Corvin came to, he was shocked to find himself in a warm cabin rather than in the forest. His eyes were wild as he searched around but he quickly winced when he shifted his wings too sharply. Corvin was surprised to be patched up and cleaned⊠where was his armor?
âOh! Youâre awake!â Corvin whipped his head around to spot (your name) leave her bedroom, a soft smile on her lips. âAre you hungry? I have some soup over the fire-â
âIâm your enemy.â Corvin told her with a glare. âYou should have left me to die-â
Corvin was shocked when (your name) shook her head and gave him a smile. âThat doesnât matter. You still needed help and itâs my job as a healer to help the wounded.â
Corvin was surprised when she went over to the hot cauldron to pour him a bowl of soup. The half elf placed the bowl beside him. âYou can recuperate here for the time being. Iâm helping you simply because I want to.â
âMy name is Corvin Fausto. Whatâs your name?â
âIâm (your name).â She gave him a gentle smile that reminded him of spring. And for the first time in Corbinâs long life, he felt his heart flutter.
Corvin hesitantly drank the soup before he smiled softly to himself. Heâs never received such care before⊠did he truly deserve her kindness?
As the days melted into months, Corvin grew attached to (your name). She was kind yet she was stern. Her care never had ulterior motives yet she also didnât allow him to disrespect her because of her race. She fascinated him. For the first time in his life, Corvin was enthralled.
Corvin found himself helping her around the humble abode. Heâd clean, gather herbs with her, fetch firewood, or help her cook. It was such a domestic life together that Corvin slowly began to wonder if sheâd want to continue to live a life like this with him. Would she want an idyllic life?
âItâs been really nice having you around, Corvin.â (Your name) beamed at the fae who blushed. His hands itched to intertwine with hers. âI think you have a week left until youâre fully healed!â
Corvin felt his blood run cold with the words. A week⊠did she want him to leave? He thought they had a special relationship. No. He wouldnât let her go! (Your name) was his destined mate. The one heâs waited his whole life for⊠and heâd be damned if she rejected him.
âIf you ever get injured again, my door is always open-â (your name) is surprised when sheâs suddenly pulled into his arms in a tight embrace. âCorvin?â
âCome back with me⊠no.â Corvin thought for a moment. His people would terrorize her if he brought her back, they could hurt her. He could abandon them right? The fae would understand⊠a destined one was a rule they all abided by. âLetâs just stay together here, in your cabin.â
(Your name) raised a brow. âWhat do you mean, Corvin?â
(Your name) felt her blood run cold at the crazed look in Corvinâs eyes. âWe can live together here in your cabin, far from everyone⊠far from the war.â
Corvin glanced around the cabin with eagerness. âI think thereâs space for two little ones⊠we can start our life here!â
(Your name) tried to pull herself away from his grip, but Corvin was latched on like a tick. âCorvin, youâre scaring me.â
âYouâre my destined one.â Corvin replied in a breathy whisper. âThatâs why you saved me despite me being your enemy⊠you saved me because you knew we were meant to be.â
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donât test me. / park sunghoon
ౚৠ## i've never felt this before, i can't hide it, my head is spinning, crazy park sunghoon x fem reader!
synopsis: your test on your best friend decided to have your friendship to the next level.
includes: 3.4k words | childhood friends to lovers | inspo was actually the song brought the heat back because theyâre all delusional, like look at the lyrics â actually | lyrics mentioned x2 !! | sunghoon is a hopeless romantic | both of them are bold with their actions el oh el.. | oh taesan BND mention ^3^ | ever after high mentioned !!
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what are we doing here at the mall?â sunghoon stares ahead, seeing multiple clothing stores. he sees groups of girls going in and out of them while holding multiple shoppings bags. he sighs, already depicting himself holding bags for you as you go shopping.
âprom shopping, duh.â you proudly stated. your eyes brighten while eyeing each attractive store.Â
âwhatâs the point of going to prom when you donât have a date?â immediately your mood shut down as sunghoon slammed fact at your face while maintaining his blank stare. he was right, you donât have a date, like an actual date. your last minute plan was to go with your childhood neighborhood best friend, platonically because disappointingly all of the hot guys in your school got dates.Â
âyouâre literally my date sunghoon.â you rolled your eyes and looked at sunghoon who seemed to have reddish cheeks. he looked away before you can turn to him, blocking his red cheeks from being seen.
you snickered, knowing that he is embarrassed since sunghoon doesnât have a date either from his school. well, he rejected all of them. but that confused you more, he rejected all of the girls that asked him out but he didnât mind going to your prom as your date. you donât care now because you have a purpose to go prom-dressing.
âooh windsor seems cute~â you skipped towards the store that caught your eye first. âwoah..â your eyes sparkled at the glitterly lavender dress that has a slit on the right side of the leg and have gems around the chest area. this was your dream ever since you were little, going prom dressing and imagining yourself wearing your favorite dresses with your prince charming.Â
but it had to be with sunghoon â nothing wrong with sunghoon but he was someone you didnât expect for him to say yes.
i mean, both of you pinky promised ever since babies that you two would marry each other if both of you stayed single. you wondered if he remembers the same thing.
sunghoon stayed at the corner of the store, eyeing your excited self while scanning the various dresses in front of you as he held your bag after volunteering. he wonders what type of dresses you prefer.
he imagines you in some of the dresses he eyes wander on.
you insisted to keep your bag onto you but he persisted until you give up. his excuse was to âroam freelyâ â you dead looked at him in the eye replying that itâs bullshit.
you didnât want to argue with him any further first thing you entered the mall so you let him deal with whatever. Â
sunghoon doesnât know what made him possessed to say yes to you when he received your text. he didn't even pay for prom, he was uninterested, but the thought of going with you - as his date, didn't seem too bad.
he remembered himself blushing crazy when he abruptly received your text message when he was hanging out with his friends. sunghoon took a pause in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his screen with wide eyes. he slowly turned around and started running towards home, abandoning his startled, questioned friends. they heard silence except his shoes hitting the concrete floor.
two hours later, he replied with âsureâ to remain nonclatant but little did you know his face was a blushing mess, feet in cold sweat to the fact he had to wear socks in bed, and his heart rapidly beating to the point he had high blood pressure. his mind was occupied onto you as he stared at your bedroom from across his window, wondering what youâre up to.
his parents were so confused as to why their son was acting this way. he was on cloud 9 when you asked him out but felt a bit sad when you mentioned to go together with plantonic feelings.Â
you walked towards sunghoon with shrugged shoulders and a frown that made sunghoon be concered of your expression. âwhat happened?â sunghoon looked down at you, uttering a deep tone to indicate his concern. he was still seeing your pouty lips and your eyes being tight. ânone of them are what i am looking for.â
maybe youâre acting like a spoiled child who cannot find their favorite toy but you believed that prom was the most important event in your life. you wanted to find your perfect dress.
then you opened your eyes, being face to face to sunghoonâs chest which made you feel uneasy at the unfamiliar appearance.
you then realized how close you are with sunghoon so you took a step back.
you sighed, looking up at sunghoon. âitâs fine we have multiple stores.â your motivated smile made sunghoon chuckle.
you left the store, then sunghoon behind you.
âthat green looks like a swamp.â âthatâs too glittery.â âtoo long.â âi look like a child of divorce with this dress!â
âi guess youâre picky.â sunghoon teased, ruffling your hair as he followed you exiting the last store. you still had an unsatisfied expression.
you didnât react to his gesture since it was normal between the two of you. you didnât mind sunghoon messing up your hair.
sunghoon felt bad and fixed your hair carefully, eyeing each strand of hair being back in the right place originally.
you looked from left to right onto where to explore, slightly giving up but not fully. you wanted to go home already and swallow yourself in your favorite blanket, blasting the AC on high volume while watching ever after high.
countless attempts of finding the right dress for you was too difficult. youâre starting to understand why people buy their dresses months before, you believe that the good batch of dresses were already brought before and you started to panic if you can even find one.Â
âthereâs nothing wrong with being picky..â you murmured, walking around in hopes another store caught your eye. âof course,â sunghoon responded. he continued. âyou should keep your standards high, never settle for less.â you lightly scoffed, turning your head towards sunghoon with a mischevious expression. âis that why youâre still single?âÂ
youâve always been curious of sunghoonâs standards are since he remains single throughout your high school years. middle school doesnât count. his last relationship was a fail because he lost feelings for the girl.
yes, you admit he is shamelessly handsome and he knows that but have a personality of a delicate cat. which makes you laugh once in a while.
you still think of sunghoon as a child in an adult body.
sunghoon seems to be taken aback of your question. he tilted his head, thinking about it. âwellâŠi never thought about it like that. i was gonna be more busier with each year, iâm not gonna have time for relationships.â sunghoon confessed nonchantly since it wasnât a big deal for him. you nodded, understanding where he was coming from.Â
âthen..have you liked anyone before?â you questioned, also curious as you eyed the storeâs figuerines on display. âthatâs cute..â you whispered to yourself before looking back at sunghoon with a smile, waiting expectantly.
sunghoonâs heart jumped. he shivered when he felt the cold air passing behind him, glancing at you to see if youâve noticed but he was so grateful that you were distracted by some damn figuerines.Â
he immediately looked ahead when you looked back at him, geez why canât i answer?
ân-no.â he choked on his words. you decided to poke his holes further when you noticed how nervous he was. you can read your best friend pretty easily. âreally?â you stopped walking which made him also stop. sunghoon turned to his right and he held his breath when you leaned closer to his face, eyeing him like a hawk to justify his truth. âdo you like someone now?â
âyes.â he muttered, still staring at your eyes. seconds of staring at each other made your heart suddenly fluttered which was weird and out of the norm. you held in your breath when none of you pulled away yet, continuing to gaze upon each other.
you realized the position you were in, especially when sunghoon easily towered over you. you immediately back away, sunghoon now smirking at your sudden nervousness. âwonder whoâs the unfortunate girl..â you gulped on your words.
âwhy are you single?â sunghoon asked, hands in his pockets as he started walking. you coughed, hands rubbing your tight chest. âe-erm,â you tried to find an excuse. âjust like you.. i have other priorities.â you didnât see the little frown sunghoon made at your response. you werenât lying but at the same time you were telling the truth. dating felt like it could affect your daily routine and studies.
okay, maybe your best friend seem a bit too handsome for your liking. itâs weird. wait
âhow about this store?â sunghoon pointed at a store that was near the exit. you sneaked a glance, interested by the pretty dresses on display. you decided to go. âsure letâs go.â trying to distract yourself on what happened earlier.Â
now sunghoon was reflecting on himself and what happened earlier as well as he sat down, waiting for you to try on the dresses. he was frustrated, he wanted you. it has always been you, ever since both of you pinky promised as babies.
that relationship he had in middle school - yeah he thought the girl was pretty but it was only to perform a distraction to get rid of his feeling for you.
your extroverted personality intimidated him ever since growing up. he wonders what makes you fearless and mentally strong. in moments where you fell down countless from playing tag with him, you didnât cry. oddly - you continued to play with tag despite having a bleeding knee.
but when you would see his displeased face, you would offer him a lollipop that you keep inside your book bag just for fun.
he still has the candy wrapper somewhere inside his drawers.
but you donât know that. he wanted to know if you were feeling the same way. is it worth ruining the friendship? is there any hope to turn it into something intimate? something more? heâs craving a lot of answers.Â
as you were adjusting the dress, your hands slowed down on your straps when you also questioned the same thing. then memories of you and sunghoon started replaying on your mind; where both of you were in his bed one summer night after having a bbq dinner from your parents, talking about your futures together â where the both of you have to be involved in each othersâ futures; where sunghoon gives you his hoodie without any question whenever youâre cold, where you packed an extra lunchbox for sunghoon because he was craving your pork cutlets. the past, happy memories slowly transitioned to the memories where youâre now questioning your feelings on sunghoon.
where sunghoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him when the train was crowded with people. you felt his chin touch the top of your head. you remembered your heartbeat being in the same speed as the train was going and you were glad sunghoon couldnât see your blush â where sunghoon offered you to sleep on his shoulder on the way home after hanging out together â where both of your hands would featherly touch each other in random times but immediately both of you let go and feel electric shocks all over the body.Â
so youâre gonna put your feelings on the test.
âhoon!â you called out on his nickname. sunghoon immediately paid attention to you. âyeah y/n? what happened?â you scrunched your nose when you hear the concern on his tone.Â
you huffed out a breath. âcan you help me with the zipper please?â you questioned why your heart is already beating fast. you hear the footsteps coming closer to you and you swore your heart was gonna jump out of the ribcage.Â
behind you, you slightly opened the curtain, to prevent not only revealing the dress to him but as well as not wanting to face sunghoon. you can feel his eyes glued onto your back.
sunghoon rolled his tongue inside his cheek, feeling unusual even though heâs childhood friends with you. he noticed your hands trying to zip up your dress.
he took a step closer to you, you shivered when you can feel his chest against your back and your breath lingering on your bare neck. you gulped at the intense silence engulfed by the both of you.Â
âsilly you.â he let out a slight chuckle. you can feel his slight smirk from behind you.
âjust help me park.â you rolled your eyes at his teasing, hoping itâs something to ease the tension.Â
âstop moving.â sunghoon hand was lightly placed on your waist which made you frozen. your eyes widened at the sudden touch. his eyes were focused on the zipper, his hands being gently so that he doesnât hurt you.Â
breathe y/n â breatheâÂ
shit.
you looked up from the ground to curiously see the scene with the mirror in front of you. the first thing was his figure, how his white shirt easily makes his body look good with his headphones around his neck. you can see his fluffy hair that youâre eager to touch. you see sunghoonâs tongue on the corner of his lips to indicate his concentration. your eyes slowly followed his hand, you eyed his watch â his hand on your waist.Â
you suddenly wanna pass away.Â
sunghoon sighed, âthere.â you then immediately looked down to prevent any eye contact. goddamit y/n why are you so shy?Â
âthanks.â you grabbed the curtain and shut the room in front of him, whining mentally at your shy self. you stared at yourself in front of the mirror, surprised at how red your cheeks are under the light.
sunghoon stood in front the curtain, surprised with his eyebrows furrowed but then his face relaxed into a soft smile before returning back to seat and waiting for you to reveal the dress to him.
him only.Â
âsoââ he heard you through his headphones after some few minutes. you opened the curtain. âhow do i do?â as sunghoon was pausing his music and taking his headphones off. you presented yourself wearing the dark red, sparkly dress, standing still and with a smile as you waited for sunghoonâs reponse. you smiled so hard, not containing your excitement that you felt while wearing the dress. it really made you feel like a princess.Â
sunghoon stared at you for a couple of seconds then slowly looked down at your figure. how the dress was hugging your body, your curves were being emphasized, how it complimented your skin tone, god you were stunning. you literally looked like a goddess in front of him and he was willing to drop everything and pull you close just like earlier. sunghoon was utterly at a loss of words. his mouth wanted to spill out words but he was frozen.
what did you did do to him?
you caught him being speechless so you worried, forming a form. âi-is it not good?â you turned around to face the mirror in worry.Â
but before you do it you heard him yell. âwait!â you paused. âitâs good. you look great.â your muscles relaxed after hearing sunghoonâs reassurance. you smiled, turning back around to face sunghoon. sunghoon was too shy to face you, looking away as he was gulping.Â
âreally great..â he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat.Â
well that was good enough for you.Â
âgreat!â you closed back the curtain to change back into your normal clothes.Â
sunghoon cursed at himself mentally, hand coming to his head to massage his temples as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. he felt like this was torture.
as youâve already bought the dress, both of you were hungry so you guys went to the food court.
âgo find a table, iâll get us something.â you frown at sunghoonâs suggestion. âno donât pay for me. youâve already gone through so much, itâs right if i pay for your meal.â you find your wallet through your bag that sunghoon is still holding for you. sunghoon shook his head, shutting down the zipper making you speechless. âno need itâs fine for me.â you insisted. âsunghoon-â you whined.
sunghoon gave you a look that made you instantly sit down. âfine.â you rolled your eyes. sunghoon smiled as you followed his words, dropping the bags on the chair next to you. what a switch up.
you eyed sunghoonâs back disappearing slowly from your vision. you smiled when he headed to your favorite fast food place.
you were on your phone while waiting for sunghoon to come back.Â
ây/n?â you looked up after hearing your name being called. both of you smiled â it was your classmate, taesan. you got out from your seat to hug him as taesan hugged you back tightly. âwhat are you doing here?â you asked him, going back to your seat.
âi went to the park with the guys.â indicating the basketball on the chair across from you and he turned his back, which made you see the bunch of his friends ordering from a different store. âi saw you sitting by yourself, are you also with your friends?â taesan smiled at you, also wondering why youâre here.Â
âmhmm,â you nodded. âprom shopping.â taesan cursed. âshit i realized i have to do the same..â you giggled at his comment as taesan panicked a bit since itâs in a week. âgood luck with that.â you saluted to him. âmhm thanks.â taesan smiled at your gesture.
âokay i gotta go and find a table for these hungry monsters. iâll see you again.â taesan ruffled your hair, before leaving your table. âhey youâre gonna mess up my hair!â you playfully said, fixing your strands. âugh my hair..â you commented to yourself.
a few seconds later, youâre startled when a plastic bag of food was placed in front of, rather harshly.Â
you turned your head towards sunghoon when he pulled a chair next you and sat next to you with a serious expression. âwho was that guy?â youâre confused at sunghoonâs question.Â
âwhat guy?â your nervousness made you forget your memory. âwhy are you smiling to him like that?âÂ
did he watch the whole scene?
sunghoon kept staring at you, still maintaining a cold look that made you shiver. yeah, thatâs the look that he is pissed at you.
you realized something. âpark, are you jealous?â you eyed him which made sunghoon realize what he was doing and broke eye contact, letting out a puff of air.
but you are not letting it go until you got your answer. you leaned closer to him, tilting your head so he can look at you again but heâs resisting because he didnât want to show that side to you. âmhmm are you jealous?â you asked annoingly, making sunghoon blush. you kept teasing him. he was covering his face with his hands but you wanted to see this scene unfold on you. âam not.â he muttered, making you laugh at how grumpy his voice was. âcmon, why are you jealous? hm?â youâre entertained.
he is envious that there are other guys who can make you smile and laugh.
you smiled as your hands were touching each of his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. sunghoon was pretty strong which made you struggle.Â
âdonât test me.â sunghoon shot a glare after you removed his hands from his face. you gulped at the sight in front of you. âokay i wonât, iâm sorry.âyouâre still smiling.
he crossed his arms, pouting. this wasnât the sunghoon that you grew up with and you wondered how much he has grown up â and that you two arenât kids anymore.Â
âdonât worry about taesan, he has a girl.â you laid back to your seat, unpacking your chiptole bowl that sunghoon bought. sunghoon stayed silent, eyeing you unpacking the bowl with excitement that made sunghoon instantly forgive you but now heâs too embarrassed to speak to you.Â
âuhm..â both of your heads turned to see a guy on your right side. the guy saw sunghoonâs grumpy face which made him gulp and nervous on what he was gonna say as you looked at him with a smile as an act of kindness. âi-i thought youâre pretty and i would like to ask if i can have your number?â the guy looked at you with sweaty glands all over his forehead, not daring to look at sunghoon or he will run away. you widened your eyes at the sudden confession.
âoh uhm-â
your bones became frozen when you felt one of sunghoonâs arms sneak around your neck, his fingers lightly touching your waist while his other arm was leaning on the table, eyeing the guy with apissed expression. he became close, too close when you felt his cheek be pressed onto yours.
he eyed the guy annoyingly, jaw clenched and eyes piercing through his body as you were a blushing mess and your heart fluttering too much. âshe has a boyfriend.â sunghoon muttered, causing you to gasp lightly at his words. the way he said, felt like he really meant it.
you saw the guy panicked and apologized, running away from both of your visions.Â
âcmon park, you scared the dude.â you turned to him as he removed his arm from your shoulder, leaning back to his seat. you were feeling bad for the guy but sunghoon didnât feel bad.
âyou didnât decline.â sunghoon shrugged, making you wanna slap his shoulder at his egotistical self.
now that youâve realized, you didnât.Â
âi-i..â youâre at a loss of words. you swear youâre gonna die in front of sunghoon if you get a heart attack. âright..â you muttered something that was not supposed to be aloud. but you didnât notice, trying to calm yourself down.
sunghoon leaned closer to you, eyes staring at you as you saw him smiling, causing his fangs to be present. âi wouldnât mind.â Â
you realized where this was going and he indirectly confessed to you. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, entertained to see your blushing state. âi wouldnât mind either.â his face dropped when you repeated the same thing to him without looking at him, coughing your nervousness out.Â
both of your faces relaxed, smiling at each other, relieved that the both of you felt the same way towards each other.Â
âso weâre gonna marry each other now?â sunghoon spoke, maintaining a slight smirk. he loves seeing you flustered like crazy.Â
youâre surprised. âyouâve remembered?â sunghoon nodded proudly, playing the ends of your hair which made your heart beat even more crazy as if itâs not at its limit right now.Â
âof course i remember, itâs you.âÂ
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enha imagines#enha x reader#sunghoon drabbles#sunghoon fluff#park sunghoon#sunghoon oneshot#park sunghoon oneshot#sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon fluff#sunghoon ff#sunghoon fanfic#sunghoon drabble#sunghoon#sunghoon x y/n
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YES I KNOW THAT HEâS MY EX! | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. you knew tom was your ex, and that you should probably stay away, but thatâs never stopped you before
part 1 | installment of this au (please read for more context!)
ynuser :)
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user1 im loving the aesthetic
user2 THE BIKINI TOP IS SO CUTE
user3 put them toes awayyyy
rachelzegler i pay attention to things that most people ignore (this isnât your car.)
â„ user4 PLEASE?? not rachel using ynâs own lyrics on her
â„ user5 IS THIS TOMâS CAR??
user6 i may be delulu but those r tom blythâs mfing hands.
user7 he has her hair tie on; i repeat, tom blyth literally has ynâs hair tie on
When Tom had messaged you saying he wanted to talk, no matter how much you knew it was a bad idea, you decided to agree to it anyway.
The breakup had ended pretty badly. Although it was an agreement between you and Tom, that didnât mean thatâs what the both of you truly wanted.
The reason the two of you broke up in the first place was that Tom was talking too much about your future, which wasnât a bad thing â but it overwhelmed you. You werenât ready to settle down, not yet, at least. You and Tom had only been dating for a few months, and although it was all sweet and loving, you knew that getting engaged this early was like asking for a disaster to strike.
He was upset. Clearly. He loved you, you loved him, so why was it such an inconvenience for you to agree to take the leap in your relationship? That caused a blown out argument between you two, and by the end of it, you had agreed breaking up was the right thing.
You had a acting and music career to focus on, and Tom had an acting career that was just at the beginning of its success. You felt that it wasnât right to put a distraction into his life.
âIs this a bad idea?â You ask breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. You canât help but stare into Tomâs eyes, which held a language of their own.
âMaybe,â he says, wiping the corner of your mouth. âBut who cares?â
Who cares. Right. Well surely, it was a bad idea to meet up with your ex, much less kiss him, and although alarms were baring in your head that you probably shouldnâtâyou go in for a second kiss, this time, Tom doesnât let you go, cradling you close to his body.
âI donât care if you donât want to take the next step in our relationship, Iâm fine if youâre not ready yet. I just want you, okay?â
And how could any girl possibly reject Tom Blyth when heâs begging so prettily? Certainly not you.
tomblyth and ynuser both posted an instagram story !
ynsbiggestfan THE GIRLS AND I AFTER SEEING THE STORIES ON INSTA
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user8 IM ACTUALLY DYING BC NO WAY WAS THAT A COINCIDENCE
user9 theyâre connected they cant be far away from each other
user10 sheâs my Heather đđ
â„ user12 fr i wish tom was that inlove w me
user13 so this is why rachel said that wasnât ynâs car
â„ user14 ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW
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ynuser pic creds ?? đ€Ź
â„ sean.kauf đ€đ€
user15 wait im confused, is she together with tom again or is she with sean..
user16 Ykw i cant even be mad, if i was as hot as yn, iâd have two bfs too!
â„ user17 REAL SHIIT
tomblyth fun fact: the 2nd pic is sean third wheeling after forcing me and yn to speak to each other
â„ user17 TOM CONFIRMED IT IM DEAD
user18 all the yn haters must feel stupid asf rn after accusing yn of being with sean
â„ user19 literally cause all 3 of them are literally close đđ like why would sean date yn, heâs literally friends with tom
user20 if yn isnât dating sean let me have him omg
ynuser yes i know that heâs my ex but canât two people reconnect !!!!!
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user21 this took the cake.
user22 time to cry again bc tom blyth is off the market
user23 she got him wrapped around her finger FR
user24 THE THIRD PIC OF THEM đ„čđ„č
user25 THE CAPTION OUUU GIRLY IS BRAVE
tomblyth i only see you as a friend (the biggest lie iâve ever said)
â„ user26 I CHOKED
â„ user27 THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGERS ARE CRYING RN
#coriolanus snow angst#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games x reader
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I'm all for the angsty overhearing a conversation trope where it's all sad because of a misunderstanding. But I also love the opposite. Overhearing a conversation where the other person is just singing their praises. Especially with Steve and Eddie.
Like Steve being very aware that he likes Eddie, but way too afraid of rejection to actually do anything about it. So he just pines away, and gets closer and closer to him with the full expectation of it never going anywhere. Until one day, he comes to pick Dustin up from Hellfire too early, and he can hear everyone talking through the door. About him. But mostly it's Eddie, his loud voice carrying across the room. And he's just raving about him, and somehow managing to bring him up in conversations that have nothing to do with him.
Do you remember that time Steve saved my life by shoving my guts back into my body? Yeah, that's the level of skill and luck you're going to need to survive this.
Did you guys know that Steve actually gave me this background music? He's weirdly knowledgeable about classical stuff. Isn't that cool? He's so smart and-oh, yeah, the merchant agrees to the deal.
So uh, is Steve maybe seeing anyone? He isn't right? Like he would tell me if he was, wouldn't he?
And he doesn't give a single fuck at the collective groaning of the group whenever he gets going, never failing to pull out the I almost Died saving the world with you card to get them to shut up. And by the time it actually ends, Steve is a glowing, blushing mess who can't stop smiling.
Or the other way around. With Eddie full on assuming he has 0 shot because Steve's, Steve.
The golden boy who could obviously never be into him like that, or any other guy for that matter. So he doesn't do anything about his feelings, he just hangs out with him more and more and falls for him more and more, waiting for the inevitable day when he gets a girlfriend and his fantasies could finally die. Except one day, he spends the night at Steve's, but he isn't in bed when he wakes up. He goes to find him, just to hear him downstairs loudly talking to Robin. Because neither of them know the concept of inside voices when they're together. And he waits at the top, listening in just for the fuck of it, but mostly because he doesn't want to interrupt.
"I just feel like bed sharing the way you guys do is gay as hell," Robin sighed, "Especially at your age. Also, should we even be talking about this with him in the house?"
And before Eddie has time to freak out over that and the possibility he's gotten caught with his feelings, Steve is already answering, "I know right? And don't worry about it, he sleeps like the dead. But I don't know what to do about it. He still hasn't done anything. Am I just reading this whole thing wrong?"
"Well you could try making the first move instead of trying to trick him into doing it," Robin tried.
"And ruin our friendship incase I'm wrong? Yeah, no. Besides, I go like, full dumbass around him when I'm nervous. He's too hot. I'd probably walk into a wall in the middle of professing my undying love."
"Yeah," Robin sighed, "You probably would."
And Eddie is just having a moment upstairs. A full on I think I may have to jump for joy moment. Or even, I think I'm five seconds away from squealing like a teenage girl moment.
Yeah, I like that shit.
#steddie#steddie fic#stranger things#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#cutsy bullshit because im struggling so hard with my fic#i do actually love the misunderstandings trope#but i also love accidently confessing within ear shot
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°àšà§ NO CONTEST
+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing
notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > †<
summary: being just friends doesnât mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?
SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?
âi like you though, y/n.â
itâs spring and the weather outside is the nicest itâs ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.
âright, haha, very funny,â you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isnât sprawled all over.
sometimes, you think itâs funny how heâs portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private heâs like⊠well, this. his bed headâs a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesnât sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, heâs definitely got no problems there.)
kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion thatâs probably his trademark right about now. ây/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?â he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe itâll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, youâre probably immune to it.
âmaybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.â you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)
breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to youâhe shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever youâre not looking like he always does.
âkaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?â
âmiko, donât tell me youâre reading that gossip rag too,â you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.
your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses arenât around to witness the both of you slacking off. âhey, isnât he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?â
leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really donât know whatâs so special about themâkaiserâs gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.
you remember what kaiser said in the morning. âi like you though, y/n.â always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that theyâd be staying over with him more often than not, and thereâs really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.
ânope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.â and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that youâre really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiserâs kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.
miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. âman, that sucks, they look cute,â she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. âhey, you sure youâre not dating him?â
you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. âif i was, i wouldnât be so free all the time now, would i?â a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.
as much as you love miko as your colleague, you havenât been as honest with her as you could. she knows youâre friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesnât know heâs basically your neighbour. she doesnât know that he comes over all the time whenever itâs off season. she doesnât know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.
she doesnât know a lot of thingsâlike how your heartâs beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. itâs always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and youâve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.
now? youâre not so sure anymore.
seven days pass and kaiserâs been pestering you every single moment youâre freeâlike he always doesâbut todayâs kind of a special day because itâs your birthday and itâs an hour away from your dinner party yet youâre not even close to ready.
your hairâs wet, youâre still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiserâs just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, heâs already ready.
itâs not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and heâs wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasnât a soccer player, heâd definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.
âtoo handsome for you?â kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).
âshut up, kaiser, i havenât found anything to wear,â you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadnât booked a high-end restaurant for little old youâthen you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.
kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. âhow about this?â
the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. âtrying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?â
youâre trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. âwhy not? we look good together,â he shrugs, as though itâs no big deal but itâs hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.
rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.
by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiserâs the one whoâs caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. youâd tease him for it, but youâre not entirely sure youâre ready for his comeback so you refrain.
as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiserâs quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when heâs not joking around. when he looks at you like thisâserious, like heâs trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.
the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that itâll hurt you. youâve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but heâs always refused. yet now heâs helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when heâs done is enough to make you melt.
on some other day, youâd joke with him and get him to let go. today, youâre silent.
kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.
âletâs go.â
dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.
itâs nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness whoâs been away a lot because of their profession.
yeah, that partâs nice. whatâs agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.
itâs not like the both of you havenât been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, itâs different. itâs not just the close proximity, itâs the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. whatâs worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didnât think to think of before.
âyou sure youâre not dating him?â
mikoâs words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answerâs changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didnât hear the joke at all.
âyou okay?â the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.
on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows somethingâs going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiserâs arm around you before winking at you.
fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?
ây/n?â one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.
âwhat?â
ânext stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,â he drawls, excited, âyou up for it?â
before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. âhey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didnât that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?â
readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. âdonât remind me,â he groans, sighing.
âwhy not? sheâs hot!â
thereâs a knot in your stomach that you canât explain.
beside you, ness snickers. âtell âem what really happened, stupid.â
that manages to pique your interest.
kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows theyâll just keep hounding him if he refuses. âshe tried her luck, thatâs all,â he settles for something vague, trying to escape.
ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bitâyouâre not sure if heâs trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.
âplease, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?â nessâ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and youâre glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.
âshut up.â
âkaia and kaiserâhas a nice ring to it.â
and even though kaiser doesnât entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside youâone that you fail to drown out.
orange is filled with people; combining the fact that itâs holiday season and itâs the clubâs launch night, itâs safe to say that thereâs barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.
heâs still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.
âdance with me,â he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.
suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. itâs only now that you realise youâd never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.
as you join your friends on the floor, you canât help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.
unfair.
but to kaiser, itâs unfair too. itâs not fair how youâre so pretty, itâs not fair how youâve always been. itâs not fair that heâd fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?
his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on youâitâs fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when heâs right there. lucky for him, youâre not budging. youâre there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.
itâs just him and you and he wonders what youâre thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasnât even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night heâd rather remember than risk forgetting.
âhey, isnât that kaia?â one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.
it is her, and sheâs heading this wayâbut thatâs not really important because whatâs important is how kaiser noticed youâve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. itâs kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe youâre just more stubborn than he is.
so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.
âstay with me,â he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses itâs a good sign youâre listening to him.
âkaiser, whatâs up?â kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiserâs not budging, squeezing you closer instead.
he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.
once sheâs sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. âwere you dancing with her that time too?â
kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, âyeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.â
you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. âoh, sure you donât wanna dance with her again tonight then?â
are you testing him? itâs cute.
he shakes his head. ânah, i danced with her a lot that time already,â he teases, though heâs not too sure whether youâd take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you donât respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. âthereâs one thing i didnât do with her though.â
kaiserâs face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and heâs aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesnât care.
honestly, he has to admit, heâs dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever heâd wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. thereâs not a time heâs been sure whether this is what you wanted too.
hell, heâs not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks heâll kill himself for it. and heâs hoping to god this isnât a dream because youâre not pulling away and youâre not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.
without another thought, his lips press against yours and itâs like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly itâs like youâre the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.
âfuck,â he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. âbe mine?â
still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)
and just like that, kaiserâs finally gotten the girl of his dreams.
âwant you, baby, just you.â
the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.
LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE
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Distraction (Annatar/Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)
-> in which Annatar blinds you to the invasion of Eregion by giving you a taste of what you desire
Warnings: reader is manhandled and kissed on the lips and neck while under heavy mind control, having false feelings put into her head, basically no romance in sight, just Sauron being his dark creepy self
Sighing deeply, you strike out yet another flawed design for one of the Nine Rings of Men. Itâs too similar to one Lord Celebrimbor has already rejected, but your mind seems to have been drained of all original thought after days on end of tireless labour.
At the very least, you have retired to your own study, away from Lord Celebrimborâs sour mood. He has grown strange of late, distant at best and ill-tempered at worst. You doubt you would have been able to go on toiling as you do if it werenât for the Lord of Gifts to lift your spirits with his words of encouragement, kind gaze andâon occasionâhis soothing touch. He has a way of cradling your hand in his with such gentleness and warmth that it feels like a balm on your calloused skin, making any amount of strenuous work well worth the sacrifice.
You cannot deny, however much you would like to, that you have begun to harbor some measure of infatuation towards him. You try to put it out of your mind most of the time, but you must admit how much it motivates you in your workâthe desire to fulfil his desire, as well as the fear that you might disappoint him.
Now, unfortunately, you feel the latter is a more likely possibility. You hate how utterly uninspired you feel, even though itâs to be expected in your state of exhaustion. You groan, leaning on the desk as you rest your head in your hands when a sound distracts you from your own frustration.
Itâs coming from outside, you realize, from within the city. A distant clamour, muffled voices, and a distinct, harsh sound that has you standing from your seat, turning towards the door andâ
âand finding yourself nose to nose with Annatar.
âMy Lord!â you exclaim, hand flying to your suddenly rampant heart as you stumble backwards, bumping into your worktable. âForgive me, IâI had not heard you come in.â
âDid you not?â he asks, quite puzzled. âI called your name. I was beginning to fear I had somehow offended you when we last spoke, since you seemed so intent on ignoring me.â
âOh, no, of course not! I did not mean toââ You shake your head, stumbling on your words. Your cheeks feel as hot as the forge itself. How lost must you have been in your own thoughts that you hadnât noticed his presence? âI was quite absorbed in the work, I think,â you admit apologetically. You mean to ask him what he needed of you, but then the same noise from before catches your ear, and you remember why you stood in the first place. âIs that the siege alarm?â
Annatar regards you with a slight furrow in his brow.
âYou are tired,â he says softly. âYour senses deceive you.â
That may be true, to an extent. You had failed to hear him earlier, after all. But unless your senses have taken full leave of you, you are certain what youâre hearing is true.
âNo, I can hear it,â you insist. âCanât you?â
You donât wait for his answer as you walk past himâor at least, you mean to. With a step to the side, he is in your way, causing you to halt in your tracks and blink up at him in surprise instead.
âAll is well in the city. Your concern lies here.â
Heâs smiling as he says it. The same gentle lift of the lips that youâve come to consider a sweet reward for your efforts in making the Rings, helping you get through the long days. Now, however, it sends a shiver down your spine. And, for the first time, it is not the pleasant kind.
âStill,â you say carefully, âI am tired, as you said. I wish to go outsideâfor a momentâs respite, if nothing else.â
You try to step past him. This time, itâs his hand around your wrist that stops you.
âRest, if you must,â he says, leaning ever so slightly closer, âbut do so here. Then, focus on your work, as you are meant to.â
He doesnât raise his voice, yet the order in it is unmistakeable. And his grip on your wrist is rigid, nothing like the calming touch youâve known from him so far. Youâve displeased him, that much is clear, and the thought churns in your stomachâbut for some reason, your urge to get out demands to be obeyed.
âI shall return to my work,â you press on, âonce I come back inside.â
Again, you mean to walk away. You mean to put distance between you, to pull your hand from his.
He wonât let you. The moment you take your first step, his grip tightens and he pulls you back, bringing your hand between your chests and keeping you trapped against your worktable.
âMy Lord, please!â you say in disbelief, frantically searching his eyes for any trace of the warmth that was once there. âYou are frightening me.â
âYou need not be frightened,â he says, a sharp edge to his tone, âso long as you do as I tell you.â
âIââ You stare at him, dumbfounded. You donât know whatâs come over him, but you want no part of it. âRelease me at once.â
You try to wrench your hand away from his, but all that does is worsen the pain in your wrist as he keeps it in his iron grip. And yet he looks so eerily calm as he does so, as his other hand suddenly cups your cheek.
âShh,â he cooes softly, ânone of that.â Your heart trembles in your chest, painfully confused as he seems to contemplate you. âI thought youâd have let me in by now,â he muses. âBut perhaps I should have done this sooner.â
âDone whatâ?â
His lips meet yours.
It stops. All of it. The confusion, the alarmsâthose outside as well as those within you. A wave of calm sweeps through the very core of your being, removing in its wake all traces of distress and leaving nothing but sweet surrender. A sound escapes your throat, something like a yelp that turns into a sigh, and...
How is this happening? What came before? You canât remember, and you donât care to. All you know is you have imagined this before, desired it deep within your heart, and that desire is being fulfilled. Thereâs an ache in your wrist, but the pain is dull and you pay it no mind as he tastes your mouth languidly. Your hands come to rest on his chest, his pulling you to him by the waist. And just as you melt into him, weak with desire, he parts his lips from yours.
âForgive me,â he says softly as your dazed gaze meets his. âDid you mean to go somewhere?â
Your brow furrows as you try to muster enough coherent thought to speak.
âI... I believe I was coming to find you,â you find yourself murmuring. You donât quite remember, but the words come as naturally to you as the act of breathing. And they feel true, once youâve spoken them.
The tiniest smile blooms at the corner of his lips.
âI see,â he says, satisfied. âWhat did you need from me?â
âI... I needed...â
The answer eludes you. You only know what you need now, and the craving is so great you cannot put it into words.
Sure enough, he knows. His eyes hold a teasing glint, almost mean, as he leans down, pressing his lips to a tender spot beneath your ear before whispering into it, âThis, perhaps?â His mouth travels lower still, kissing your neck as you tremble in his arms. âOr this?â
âAnnatar,â you breathe out, uncaring of his title. Surely, you are beyond formalities now.
âYes?â he says, awfully innocent, pulling away to look you in the eye once more. âName your desire, and you shall have it.â
Your skin sizzles where he has touched it, and the hunger in his eyes leaves you breathless, and you are beyond merely voicing what you desire as you press your lips to his once more. He returns your kiss, matching your greed and swallowing your moan, and you think you might become reduced to ashes if he were to let you go.
Itâs painful when he pulls away once more. You find yourself chasing his lips, craning your neck for just one more taste, but he cups your cheek to hold you still.
âEasy,â he says softly, yet the sole word feels like a command. You do settle down, though your heart is still rampant in your chest. He seems pleased by it, and that is enough to hold you still. âNow, Iâm afraid there is an urgent matter I must discuss with Lord Celebrimbor. But I shall return to you, and...â he trails off, fixing you with a gaze full of promise which stokes the fire in your belly. âRemain here. Speak to no one. Wait for me. Will you do as I tell you?â
The words hold a strange echo. You canât place it. You only know what the right answer is.
âYes,â you agree quietly. And mean it.
âGood.â Annatar smiles, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. âThat pleases me greatly.â
The praise continues to warm your heart long after he is gone. Youâre painfully aware, somehow, that you could never live without that feeling, or without him, again.
So you do as he told you.
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I need a part 2 like right now girl. It was so good! Uggggggh! Please!!!!!!!
authors note! uhhh the amount of love i received on the last part??? HELLO??? thank you guys omg i love you and the followers i gained, this is seriously the sweetest community ever, i am open to any requests!
that being said, you asked, you shall receive lovers, that also being said, this is my first time ever writing smut as well i will get better HAHA
you seriously questioned your morality as you had approached paige bueckersâ hotel room.
you had second guessed everything about yourself. if you were even really yourself. because this surely wasnât a decision youâd have made if you were.
but those werenât things you seemed to care to think about when paige was leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your jawline.
âyouâve been testing me all fucking night,â paige grumbled between kisses.
âthen do something about it.â
you can feel paigeâs smirk grow against your neck, as if your challenge was exactly what she wanted to hear.
and it was.
âoff.â she tapped on your shirt, her hands already wandering underneath it to unclip the back of your bra. âyou have a fucken mouth on you, huh?â her voice was firm as her hands traveled all over your body, making you shudder underneath her.
âdonât know when to shut up. letâs fix that, yeah?â she continued, her hand trailing up your side and cupping your breast. you gasped at the contact her finger tips made brushing up over your nipple. âfuck, paige,â you moaned out, paige cocking her head as she watched you squirm underneath her touch.
it was a sound that made paige feral, hearing you moan her name. âyou wanna act like a fucken brat all the time.â she pinched your nipple.
you wanted to feel her body against yours. not hovering. completely against yours. how her abs felt on your stomach, how her knee would feel pressed up against your core, how her hot breath fanned against your neck.
but your plan was foiled when paige used her free hand to pin your hip back down to the bed, leaning down to lick your earlobe and then whispering roughly: âneedy, hm?â
you shamelessly nodded, your brows strewn together and the heat between your legs growing wetter and wetter. âpaige, please.â
paige smirked, your begging made paige sadistically chuckle and her ego grow more than you could ever know. especially with the ongoing rivalry you two had held over the years, since sophomore year of high school.
the way you stubbornly have rejected her time and time again, because you refused to give paige what she wanted.
the satisfaction of you giving in and adding you to the collection of all the other girlâs sheâd fucked over the year.
yet here you were, sloppily making out with paige while she rolled your nipple in between her fingers, making you moan into her mouth and arching your back once again.
the more you begged, the twinkle of amusement evident in her dark and luminous eyes grew. âyou gonna sit here and tell me nika could make you feel like this?â she tilted her head at you before swirling her tongue around your nipple, sucking and nipping harshly.
your breathing quickened and your hand disappearing into paigeâs blonde hair. while her mouth worked on one breast, her large veiny hand came up to squeeze the other, another soft gasp escaping your mouth, âno, she c-couldnât.â
she worked her way back up to your mouth, swallowing your moans and rubbing the bare skin on your hip. she dipped down to your ear, âyou sound so pretty,â she breathed, âmoaning like that in my ear.â
you were so caught up in basking in the pleasure that you gasped in shock when she slipped her hand into your panties, running her long fingers through your slick folds.
âfuck,â paige moaned, and feeling how wet you were for her was more than enough to send her over the edge. âyouâre so wet, baby.â she teased.
you could feel your cheeks get hot in embarrassment because you knew this was something sheâd smugly hold over your head.
âfuck off, bueckers.â you gathered your wits to boldly say.
ânah, donât do that.â paige shook her head in disapproval, tsking softly. âyou know my name, ma. use it.â her voice came out as demanding and firm, making you melt in your spot.
and when you failed to comply, she tilted her head at you before plunging her two long fingers into you without warning.
you arched your back off the bed, dragging your fingernails down the blondeâs back, leaving marks without a doubt. âpaige!â you cried out, feeling tears prick at your eyes.
âwanna hear it again,â she sucked on your sweet spot, picking up the pace of her fingers, mercilessly finger fucking you into submission.
âpaige,â you let out another pornographic moan as paigeâs fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot while she pressed her thumb against your clit. âiâm gonna-â
âhold it,â she immediately said, her fingers moving in and out of you at a relentless pace, eliciting a soft whimper out of you.
âpaige, please!â you cried out, your nails digging deeply into paigeâs back.
âwhere was this on the court tonight, huh?â
the addition of paigeâs warm tongue running up and down your slit was overwhelming, and you could feel a tear roll down your cheek as paige fucked your abused hole. âpaige, i canâtââ
âdoing so good, princess.â she cooed, sending vibrations into your pussy. âkeep holding it, just like that.â her licks grew fervent and hungry, as if you were her first meal of the day. âtaste so good, baby.â
the mixture of paigeâs tongue sucking and nipping at your clit, her fingers plunging and curling into your g-spot, the way she whispered the most sinful things into your ear was all enough for the knot to form in your stomach, causing you to grip onto paigeâs hair.
and paige could tell you wouldnât be able to hold off any longer, lapping at your clit. âgo âhead for me, ma.â she gave you what you wanted, and the sight of paigeâs lips glistening, her eyes drooping, and the lazy smirk on her face was what sent you over the edge, spilling all over her fingers.
paige sucked on her fingers, licking up the rest of your juices until it was all gone. âso good,â she moaned. your body went limp, chest heaving up and down as you began catching your breath.
paige attached her lips to your neck, leaving wet kisses up your jaw and then kissing you feverishly: you could taste yourself on her.
paige flopped down onto the bed next to you, her ego being fed and her body fuzzy. she glanced at you, smiling at your fucked out state. âi hope next time you wanna act like a brat, youâll think twice âbout that mouth of yours.â
you rolled your eyes, turning onto your side, beginning to put your panties back on.
ânuh-uh.â she held your wrist in place, watching your face morph into one of confusion. âyou thought we were done, l/n?â the dark glint in her eyes made your heart drop into your ass. âlay your ass back down.â
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desert eagle
another rodeo!abby x reader | p.i
seeing the star of the rodeo secretly in the night has been fun, but things start to get tense from miscommunication. but itâs amateur bull night down at the cow belle, and youâve still got a few tricks up your sleeve.
wc : 2.619
contains : fluff. reader is hard headed. jealousy? fxf smut. strap on sorry to the people sick of it </3
a/n : you thought it was over ahaaaaa. wdym part one was in APRIL i suck at this. why are all of the desert eagle position pictures slightly different its pissing me off.
truly, everything currently going wrong was all abby anderson's fault.
it's a humid saturday night at the cow belle, and you're pouting while nursing a beer as your friends chatter around you. they'd taken you out to your favorite spot to try to brighten your spirits after noticing your sour mood, hoping some alcohol, dancing, and flirting would fix you right up.
but it was hopeless, for a dark cloud seemed to be hanging over your head the whole night. an annoying, sweet-talking, six-foot, blonde braided cloud.
it was established after your first extremely hot and extremely long night together with abby a few weeks ago that you both had an understanding. no strings, no attachments, no labels. you weren't gonna let a big beautiful woman butter you up only to leave you in a ditch, not after the last time. you'd go to the other's house, have rough messy sex, and maybe have some nice conversation, before heading your own way and repeating it the next week. no more and no less.
but god, you should've known it wouldn't last. ever since that first night when her silky smooth drawl convinced you to stay just a bit longer, to sleep in her bed with her shirt on! you might as well have woken up and cooked her breakfast in bed with a 'good morning, honey.'
who could blame you really? ever since you'd set eyes on abby anderson you knew she was something else, a beautiful force of nature that wouldn't budge until she wrecked you so thoroughly. at the time you were as horny as a coyote in may and saw that as just what you needed, a prized golden notch on your belt. a completely different way from what you do now.
right now you were trying to telepathically burn holes into the back of her beautiful head as she flirted with that hussy donna mayfair, an admittedly gorgeous girl with a big personality, big hair, and big...well, y'know. you look down at your chest and slightly straighten your back before roughly shaking your head after realizing this damn woman has you comparing yourself to a mayfair! of all people! the thought only upsets you more and you down the nearest drink to you, ignoring your friend's whine at the loss of her whiskey.
the small and reasonable part of your brain knows you have no right to be upset. after all, it was you who just a week ago insisted to a blushing abby that you truly did want to just keep things casual. you felt bad a little bit, she'd shown up to your hookup flushed and high off of another rodeo win with a tiny bouquet of your favorite flowers, explaining when you asked how she knew that she noticed them on the motif of your favorite pair of figure-hugging jeans. the bastard.
the relaxed but downcast look she wore after your rejection is a stark contrast to how she looks now, pearly whites showing when she throws her head back at some joke donna told, a large hand coming to rest on the redhead's waist. you can see her preening, foot nearly popping up as she swoons over the female goliath giving her all of her attention. it's enough to make you throw up. or maybe it was drinking all that busch light. whatever.
you must not have been very discreet with your glances because suddenly blue eyes are lifting up and focusing on yours, the shock of being caught forcing you still as your finger circles the rim of your next glass. you try to keep normal 'we're two normal people and definitely not recently gone sour fuck buddies' eye contact, but your body betrays you when your eyes flick down to her hand still on donna's waist. when you look at her again the corner of her lip is quirked up, never looking away as she pulls the redhead in closer and whispers something in her ear, the girl visibly going weak in the knees while abby licks her lips-
"well slap my ass and call me sally, come over here hon!" your darling charlize breaks you out of your..whatever that was and picks you up from your stool to drag you over to the event area, a few people drinking while gathered around the brand new bucking machine as one of the bar hands tinkers with the controls.
"what about it char, 'm really not in the mood..."
"oh don't be such a sourpuss, jus look at this!" she gently grips your chin and tilts your head to a nearby wall, a small white poster detailing a month-long mechanical bull contest as soon as the thing was completed, and each winner would get free drinks and $500 cash prize.
"jeez, since when did the belle bring in bucks like that?"
"doesn't matter. in one weeks time you're gonna put on a hot little outfit and win us those free drinks. and hopefully the cash takes your mind off of your situationship."
"oh yeah? and what makes you think I'm gonna be the one to win?"
"honey, ive seen the most hardass women look at you like well-trained pups. you've gotta be the best ride i know.â
so a week later youâre back in the same spot, hair pulled up and donned in your cropped and tied plaid shirt and your cutest pair of daisy dukes as you wrote your name down on the sheet of others trying to win the prize.
your friends are gathered around you, ever the voices of support as they fuss over you and give you words of encouragement. and while you do smile and laugh with them you canât help from occasionally looking at abby, back with donna as her group hangs around the edge of the bull area.
âyâknow iâve never heard of someone bagging a hot ass woman, rejecting a relationship with said woman, and then pining over and trying to make that same woman jealous.â savannah fixes your hair while judging you, making sure it wonât get in your face so you can see what youâre doing while up there.
âstop questioning me, iâve already been doing that myself.â your mumble makes the girls laugh before one of the workers comes to tell you that youâre up after the next person. you give them a nod before walking over to the small gate that leads to the bill, right next to-
âhey, looks like our little buckle bunny is gonna ride an actual bull! make sure to give us a nice show, huh bonita?â
you canât help but smile when manny comes up beside you to throw an arm over your shoulder, nudging your body with his. the rest of his friends are here of course, including she who shall not be named with her new beau at her side.
âyouâre gonna ride the new bull? well i hope you know what youâre doing, donât want you to end up getting hurt now.â donna asks, grasping your hand in hers with a genuinely worried look on her face. damn it, now you were starting to feel bad.
ânow donât you worry, hon. iâve got quite a bit of experience in riding.â you throw a wink her way before looking at abby next to her, not noticing the flustered look on donna when all you can do is revel in how you caught abby staring at your exposed stomach. before you can try to tease her about it your name is being called up and you're heading into the pit.
you graciously accept one of the workers' help to get you up on the bull, ignoring some of the catcalls that ring out when your shorts ride up an inch or two. you make sure to do everything you've seen others do (and maybe you watched a certain someone's videos to prepare yourself), steadying your dominant hand on the saddle while your free hand is raised above your head.
the experience is fast and hard just like you like it, the bull spinning and bucking so fast its almost enough to make you dizzy. as much as the cheers of fellow patrons make you want to look up and revel in it, you know you need to watch the bulls head to prepare for each time it turns, thighs tightly squeezing its sides. it's only when you hear the timer start to count down from ten that you look at everyone again, blowing a quick kiss to the blonde that's staring you down.
once the machine stops moving you are helped off and guided back to your incredibly loud friends, all happy to hype you up and start planning how much of the expensive high shelf drinks they wanna get. when you're announced as the winner only a few minutes later the night quickly becomes one filled with dancing and laughter.
you wave goodbye to your friends as their truck speeds away from your street, blowing you kisses as they yell for you to have a good night's sleep. you can't help but smile as you place your bag down in your kitchen, ready to wash the sweat from dancing off your body before sleeping through the night. unfortunately, some absolute boar decided now would be a good time to come knocking at your door."
"alright alright, im comin'!" your shouts do nothing to dissuade the steady banging against your door, nearly slipping on your hardwood floors as you rush to undo the locks and see who it is. "i really hope i owe you some money or else i'll"
"or else you'll what?" the sound of abbys voice makes you freeze, the woman resting against the doorway with one hand in her pocket and the other above your head. you need to blink away your surprise at not only her being here but the fact she is now only a few inches from you, close enough that you can smell her signature scent of pine-
"can i come in? or are you gonna keep teasing me like you did at the bar?"
"i did no such thing, you must have me confused with one of your many other flings." you flippantly address her as you turn around back into your home, hearing her quickly trail behind you and lock your door.
"ohh you'd like that, wouldn't you? gives you a reason to be so difficult for no damn reason."
you ignore her words as you head into your kitchen and retrieve yourself a glass from the cabinet, pouring yourself some water and downing it in a few gulps. jesus it's hot, is she hot? she doesn't seem so, minus the fact the sleeves of her shirt are rolled up and straining against her arms.
"no, i was in fact celebrating my win if you didn't notice. although I'm pretty sure you did, it'd be hard to miss my brilliant technique. maybe i can give you a few tips, i watched some of your shows and honestly hon, you're a bit sloppy."
you try to keep your tone cool while she moves closer and closer to you, eventually taking your empty glass and setting it down before placing both of her arms on either side of you, caging you into the counter, and blue eyes darting between yours and your lips while you speak.
"so you've been watchin my videos, huh? i'd invite you to actually come watch me, like I've already done before, but that would require you to stop ignoring me."
"you had donna mayfair to keep you company, i really doubt you noticed i was gone-"
she kisses you to shut you up, and you really wish you could've said you resisted her for long, that you didn't throw your arms around her neck and wrapped your legs around her waist as soon as she set her palms on your ass. you don't have the time to be embarrassed when shes carries you to your bedroom, removes your clothes before she does the same to her own, and reveals the strap she'd been wearing for who knows how long.
"yeah, not so mouthy now, are you?" abby smiles from above you, admiring how fast she's got you fucked out beneath her while you erratically lift your hips up to meet her short and shallow thrusts. the crooks of her elbows are helping to hold your legs in the air, your hands gripping your thighs to help give her easier access as she pounds into you.
"ab's, fuck, please."
"please what? use your words, beautiful."
"please, 'm sorry i won't ignore you again just- just do something, anything."
she puts on a sickly sweet lovestruck smile, and whispers a small 'god, you're lucky you're cute," before starting to fuck you exactly how she knows you like it. it's fast and hard, yes, but there's a hint of something more in the way she stares at you, how you lift your head for a kiss and she gives it to you without a second thought.
your hands start to claw at her waist, gripping the muscle to try to bring her impossibly closer every time her hips meet yours and her strap presses into that spot that makes your eyes damn near cross.
before you know it your orgasm is creeping up fast, unable to say it but of course, abby can tell regardless, how the resistance between your legs steadily increases and how your moans turn into desperate little whimpers.
"c'mon, you can do it. cum for me sweet girl."
all you can do is shake in her arms like a petal on a leaf, moaning and mewling up to the high heavens as abby pushes you through your orgasm, not stopping her thrusts until you weakly push at her arms to signal her to stop.
you fade in and out of consciousness while she takes care of you, the feeling of a rag cleaning your skin and more water being guided to your mouth all seeming to happen in a few seconds. when she finishes you blink your eyes open at her, admiring just how pretty she always seems to look after taking away your ability to walk.
you stare at each other for a moment, her palm coming to fix a few stray hairs on your face before you reach up to grab it and pull her into bed beside you. you pull the covers above the both of you, ignoring her raised eyebrows and know it all smirk.
"well, im not rude enough to send you home after all of that. might as well make yourself comfortable."
she chuckles, reaching over to turn off your bedside lamp before cuddling you from behind, her soft skin like its own blanket against yours.
"whatever you say, bunny."
when you wake up in the morning it's from the gentle rays of the sun peeking through your curtain and into your eyes, the smell of coffee and bacon quickly filling your nostrils when you notice your...partner, isn't in bed with you.
quickly throwing on a robe and padding your way into the kitchen, you can't help the warm feeling that grows inside of you at a shirtless abby pouring two cups of coffee while two plates of a small breakfast are already plated on your table.
you come up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder when she slightly jumps at the surprise.
"mmm let me guess, you remember how i like my coffee too?"
"i'll remember whatever you want me to, sweet thing."
and right about now that didnt sound too bad.
#rodeo!abby#buckle bunny!reader#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby#tlou#abby x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n
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141 Task Force Men and what piece of clothing they would steal.
(No smutty, just these fine gentlemen being little rats that steal your clothes)
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First of all, he would steal everything.
Especially if you lived together.
"What do you mean I can't grab your jacket to go buy some bread? Bla, bla, bla. I'll be back before you miss it."
"Oh, these are your socks? I was wondering when I had bought such bright colour ones."
"Why are you wearing my raincoat, John?" "Excuse me? Is mine!" "No, it's not!!"
In his mind, if he is planning to share his life with you, it simply makes sense for him to share everything else.
But there is something he is stealing over everything else, and those are booty shorts.
My man is overheating in this global warmed world, and he is looking on his closest for some shorts when he stumbles upon your booty shorts.
They are ridiculously short, basically legalized underwear he can wear outside; but this is the coolest he has felt since summer started, so he isn't stopping.
After all, who is going to tell the military captain what to wear?
Plus, when you wake up in the morning you are greeted by him in the kitchen making coffee and booty shorts with "juicy" written on them.
Extra: The two of you have an extensive collection of hats, that he technically doesn't steal from because it's shared.
Extra x2: He owns the "Woman want me, Fish fear me."
Ghost đ
Your sweaters
It all started the first night he went to your house.
He was wearing a leather jacket, and although he looked illegally hot; it was obvious it was not the comfiest jacket to be chilling ii.
So you offered him your fave sweater, a massive one that could almost work as a blanket.
At first, he rejects your offer, afraid that it will be itchy and he will offend you; but his complaints get shut when you ask him to please feel it.
Instantly tries it own, the massive sweater looking loose on his as well. The image of the behemoth of a man, all black, balaclava (no mask) still on... And the fluffiest sweater on melting your heart.
The next time he visited your house he didn't even wait for you to open the door before taking his jacket off: "....can I put on your sweater?"
They are kind of his guilty pleasure, he would never admit how much he likes them and even less to other person but you.
But you only need to see how he buries himself on the sweater when he sits down on the sofa.
If he was amazing to cuddle with before, now it's even better.
Extra: I also like to think of him having a random ear piercing, and whenever he wears just the surgical mask or no mask in general; he would steal one of your dangling earrings to wear. Playing with it throughout the whole night out.
Soap đ§Œ
Baby tees
Every single one of them.
He keeps saying they make their muscles look amazing (they do)
He likes the ones with drawings or photos, but his favourites are the ones with texts.
Cue to him wearing tight ass shirts saying such as: "Small tits, big heart", "I got my clit pierced at Claire's" or "Don't bully me, I'll cum :("
You don't even remember why you bought them, mostly they are gifts from Secret Santa but you are so, so glad they found their way to your closet.
He wears them proudly, not even realising the stares.
When you go online shopping he's always cuddling on your side, leaving one of your arms useless with the way he cuddles it.
If he sees a tee he likes he just makes you stop scrolling and add it to the basket like: "It'll look good in you too."
There is also a small collection of them, the ones you genuinely like that don't let him wear. Not after he put one on, started flexing his arms and back and ripped it.
Just staring at you with guilt on his eyes and his tits out.
Gaz âœ
Your shirts.
The ugliest, most colourful, eye-sore, extravagant shirt that you might own? He's taking them.
You are cleaning your closet one day and you pull out an offense to your eyes, mumbling about what where you thinking when you bought it and Gaz sees it and is like: °o°
He's taking it.
Getting ready for a costume party, you decide to dress up as Master Roshi from Dragon Ball (fake beard and everything) but you are missing the ugly shirt.
You remember seeing it not too long ago in your closet but you can't find it. So you ask your boyfriend.
And you find him wearing it, spraying cologne on telling you that he is also going out with his mates and asking how do you look.
Little shit does pull it off, so you don't lie when you tell him he looks fantastic.
You still have plenty of ugly shirts for your costume.
Extra: He would steal all your jewerly, rings, bracelets, necklaces, you name it. Just little bits all over his outfit; "It signs the deal, babe." They do.
Extra x2: He is always waiting for somebody to compliment any of your things he is wearing to have an excuse to talk about you, Soap is tired of hearing him mumble about you whenever he drinks.
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